IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW The following is a presentation of the ______ __ __ ______ ____ __ _____ __ __ /\__ _\ /\ \ __/\ \/\ ___\ / /\ \ __/\ \/\ __`\/\ \ __/\ \ ™ \/_/\ \/ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \__/ / /\ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \/\ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ _\ / / \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \_\ \__\ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \/ / / \ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \_\ \ \ \_/ \_\ \ /\_____\\ `\_______/\ \_\/_/ \ `\_______/\ \_____\ `\_______/ \/_____/ '\/__//__/ \/_/_/ '\/__//__/ \/_____/'\/__//__/ Brought to you by: http://members.home.net/iwfwow/index.htm IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW [The screen starts off by showing the IWF/WOW logo, and then it fades and begins to show clips. It starts off with The New Milennium, Badd Attitude, and the Lightning Bolts in a huge three way brawl.] # I got my head checked # # By a jumbo jet # # It wasn't easy but nothing is # # No # ["Hard Ass" Colin Justins attacking Jeremy Stenzel. "Smooth Criminal" Charlie Vahn winning the North American title from Magnus Colby.] # When I feel heavy metal # # And I'm pins and I'm needles # # Well I lie and I'm easy # # All the time but I am never sure # # Why I need you # # Pleased to meet you # [The screen continues to show more highlights, including Cooper Concrete winning the World title. The Boston Bad Boys World tag team title win at Summer Explosion 2000. "Countdown" Chris Carter's first win.] # I got my head down # # When I was young # # It's not my problem # # It's not my problem # [The screen shows Mike Marconi leaving Hades during their tag team match. Then the Lightning Bolts winning the World tag team titles at the Independence Day Rumble. Richard Blair and Steve West in tag team action.] # When I feel heavy metal # # And I'm pins and I'm needles # # Well I lie and I'm easy # # All the time but I am never sure # # Why I need you # # Pleased to meet you # [As the song continues, more highlights are shown of Razor Ron Jeremy winning the World title. Then we see the Prophet winning the Countdown to the Milennium. "Method Man" Chris Fisher beating Hightower at Wrestle War 3 for the Intercontinental title.] # Yeah Yeah # # Yeah Yeah # # Yeah Yeah # # Oh Yeah # [As the song finishes, we see a few more brief highlights of wrestlers coming down to the ring including "Meat Machine" Mike Marconi, BMWs, Magnus Colby, Daemon Winters, Trevor Redding, Jason Reigns, Jason Roth, and Toshio. Finally, just as the song finishes and "Epic" Eric Travers is shown winning the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight title.] Jim Robson: Welcome to WrestleWar 2000, October 16, 2000! We're coming to you live from Staples Center in Los Angeles, California. Let's take a look at the matches for tonight. IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _|_| _|_| _|_|_| _|_|_|_| _| _|_| _| _| _| _|_| _|_|_|_| _|_| _| _| _|_|_|_| _| _| _| _| _| _|_| _| _| _| _| _| _| _|_|_| _|_|_| _|_| _| _|_|_| _| _| _|_| _|_|_| _|_|_|_| _|_|_|_| _|_|_|_| _|_|_|_| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _|_|_|_| _|_|_| _|_|_|_| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _| _|_|_|_| _|_|_|_| _|_|_|_| _|_|_|_| [16 man Battle Royal] "Countdown" Chris Carter, "Master of the Flatliner" Hank Brimstone, Jason Roth, Toshio, "The Future" Chris Johnson, Dan "The Man" Watterson, Dark Bishop, Minister Dicky S. Wright, "The Rocket" Richard Blair, Trevor Redding, "Vicious" Vic Valiant, "Crazy" Brett Morgenheim, Darien Poe, Jason Reigns, "The Meat Machine" Mike Marconi, Magnus Colby [Triple Towers of Terror] Hightower vs "Professor" Steve West [North American title match] "Smooth Criminal" Charlie Vahn vs "Hardass" Colin Justins [World tag team elimination title match] - one from each team in the ring at all times Lightning Bolts vs Boston Bad Boys vs Jeremy Stenzel & Daemon Winters [World title match] "Epic" Eric Travers vs "Method Man" Chris Fisher IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW Jack Anderson: I'm really excited about this year's card but I have heard that this could be the last legs of the IWF/WOW! If Chris Jurkschat was still running the IWF/WOW, we would have never been in this situation. Jim Robson: Well the wresters don't seem to be as enthusiastic as they used to be. The IWF/WOW was considered to be one of the top feds but now... Jack Anderson: We should have never hired some of these wrestlers! They can't wrestle and they sure as hell can't cut a promo! Jim Robson: I would like to update the fans on the condition of Johnny Sledge. His doctors have advised him to retire from professional wrestling. Good luck Johnny. Jack Anderson: Toshio ended his career? He's becoming a career killer! [The camera fades to the backstage area, and standing there wearing a tux with a microphone in hand, is I/W reporter Anothiny Edwards. He's is standing right outside of a locker room door, but at this point it is unknown who's locker room it is.] Anthony Edwards: Ladies and gentlement, later on tonight we will see a match go down that will possibly end the careers of both it's participants, that being the Triple Tower of Terror Match between two legands here in the I/W....Hightower and "Professor" Steve West. Now for those of you who aren't familiar with the match, it is a best two out of three falls match up. The first fall will be a Tables Match. The second fall will be a Submission's Match. And if it comes down to it, the third fall will be.....a Scaffolding Match. [Edwards pauses, then gestures towards the door behind him.] Anthony Edwards: Right now I am standing outside of Hightower's dressing room, let's get his thoughts on tonight's match. [Edwards knocks on the door, and from the other side a female's voice calls out.] Voice: Come in. [Edwards opens the door and both himself and the camera man walk in. Sitting there is Kari, the voice that was heard, and also Jade and "Countdown" Chris Carter. Chris Carter stands up with a cocky looking smile on his face as he looks at Jade and Kari.] CCC: You see I told you somebody was going to want to interview me tonight! Anthony Edwards: Er.....actually Chris I'm here to interview Hightower. CCC: Oh. [Chris Carter slumbs back down in his seat, feeling a bit embarassed as Jade and Kari chuckle at the rookie's over inflated ego. Edwards glances around the room and then looks back at Kari with a confused look on his face.] Anthony Edwards: Ummm.....where is Hightower anyway? Kari: I don't know. About half an hour ago he said he had to go talk to somebody and he wouldn't let any of us come with him. Anthony Edwards: Hmm, okay well thanks anyways. [Edwards walks out of the room along with the cameraman, shutting the door behind them, and Edwards stands in one spot, looking dumbfounded. After a few moments he looks back up at the camera.] Anthony Edwards: Well folks we may not have been able to find Hightower so let's go interview Steve West! [Edwards and the cameraman walk down a couple of hallways, finally stopping at the dressing room of Steve West. Edwards knocks on the door, and a muffled voice calls out "Just a minute" from the other side. Finally the door opens, but it is not Steve West that answers the door, it is his pupil "The Rocket" Richard Blair.] Richard Blair: Yes can I help you Edwards? Anthony Edwards: Yeah I was hoping to ask Steve a few questions about his match tonight. Richard Blair: Well you'll have to wait then. Anthony Edwards: How come?? Richard Blair: Because Steve isn't here right now. He left about half an hour ago, said he had some business to take care of. I tried to go with him but he got mad and told me to stay here. Anthony Edwaeds: First Hightower now him! Richard Blair: Hey don't mention Hightower's name around me.....I hate that guy!!! Anthony Edwards: Yeah yeah yeah......uh......do you have any idea of where Steve might have gone? ["The Rocket" points to his right down the hallway, then makes a gesture to turn left.] Richard Blair: All I know is that he turned left down the hallway. Other than that I can't help you.....but you can always interview me if you.... Anthony Edwards: No that's okay.....thanks for thehelp Richard! [Edwards and the camera man walk away from Richard Blair, taking the directions he gave them in hopes of finding "The Professor". As they walk along Edwards starts talking to the camera man.] Anthony Edwards: Hey what room is down here anyways? CameraMan: Well...the utilities room... Anthony Edwards: The what? CameraMan: The electricity room stupid....you know where they have all those power boxes... Anthony Edwards: I know what it is! What else is there?? CameraMan: Uh a few dressing rooms.....I think the prez's office is down there too. Anthony Edwards: Well.....maybe he's with President Ish...hey wait a minute.... [Edwards holds out his hand cautioning the camera man to stop and be quiet, and Edwards tilts his head listening, then he looks towards the door to his left, which just happens to be the electrical room. Edwards looks over at the camer man.] Anthony Edwards: I hear voices coming from there......do you hear it too?? CameraMan: Yeah I do..... [Edwards and the cameraman creep towards the door and open it. Edwards see's who the men are before the camera can view them. By now the voices are loud enough to be heard by the camera.] Voice #1: Look Steve I'm sorry...I know it's messed up! Voice #2: Jesus....look I know in real life we've hated each other, I guess you could say on and off the camera. But I need you to go through with this..... Voice #1: Look being straight up with you.....a Table Match...cool with me we can't do much damage to each other. A submissions Mtach...hell I love those...but a damn Scaffolding Match?!?! We'll kill each other Steve!! Voice #2: Look Hightower stop being a wimp!! [The camera finally glances through the door, and see's Steve West and Hightower standing talking with each other. Edwards and the CameraMan are both stunned by what they are seeing.] Hightower: Hey...did you hear something?? [Edwards and the CameraMan both duck back out into the hallway.] Steve West: No I think you're just hearing things. Hightower: Yeah well do you blame me? If anybody catches us talking with each other we're in for some serious questioning! [The camera pans right in on the face of Anthony Edwards, who looks very confused and very puzzled at what he has just seen and is muttering under his breath.] Anthony Edwards: West and Hightower...talking...like friends..not enemies?? [The scene changes to the ringside area, more specifically the commentators table as both Jack Anderson and Jim Robson have the same confused and puzzled look that Edwards had.] Jack Anderson: What was that about?? Jim Robson: I do not know....I mean.....I could come up with different reasons and explanations, but I just do not know! Jack Anderson: But they hate each other...I mean..... Jim Robson: Oh cut the crap Jack you know as well as everybody else does that they broke kayfabe! Jack Anderson: Jim....quiet..... I don't know what to say except that two longer time competitors are going to be entering into a series of brutal matches tonight. Jim Robson: Let's go the ring where Anthony Edwards has rushed to conduct his next interview. Anthony Edwards: At this time, would you please welcome the IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "EPIC" ERIC TRAVERS!! [The crowd stand and quietly look towards the aisle, waiting for something. Finally "Epic" by Faith No More begins to play over the sound system, and there is a collective groan, followed by a loud chorus of boos.] Jim Robson: What a strange reaction. They did this last Monday night too. Jack Anderson: Fans are idiots. [The booing continues as "Epic" Eric Travers steps through the curtain. Tricia Lane is with him, as they begin to walk towards the ring. Travers wears a pair of Oakley Straight Jackets, his gold wrestling attire, and a black "Epic" t-shirt. As he walks to the ring, Travers has the IWF/WOW World Title Belt over his right shoulder. Travers spends a great deal of time, yapping with the fans in the aisle, with a big grin on his face the entire time. Finally Travers reaches the ring, where he climbs the steps and holds the ropes open for Tricia Lane. Travers steps into the ring, and walks to the closets turnbuckle. Travers climbs to the second rope, and holds the World Title high over his head with both arms, while the crowd boos in disapproval. Travers smiles and steps down from the ropes, then walks over to stand beside Anthony Edwards.] Anthony Edwards: I have to tell you I'm kind of surprised to see you out here in all gold. I expected to hear a different song, and see a different you. Eric Travers: Sorry to disappoint you Edwards, but I don't know what it is that you're expecting. Do you think that because I come out here the odd time in different colours, and to different music that I have some sort of split personality? What you see is most definately not a dual personality. What you see is Eric Travers getting the job done. Getting it done like I do no matter what song plays, no matter what colours I wear. Anthony Edwards: But you're obviously more focuse... [Travers grabs Edwards' wrist and pulls the mic towards him, then simply rips it out of his hand.] Eric Travers: You know what? You're not needed here right now, so why don't you get out of here!?!? [Edwards doesn't move, so Travers steps towards him with a menacing look on his face. Edwards, sensing danger, quietly backs away and leaves the ring, while Travers just glares through his Oakleys at him.] Eric Travers: Now, since Edwards and his stupid questions are out of the picture, let's just get down to business. Chris Fisher... [The crowd boo loudly.] Eric Travers: ...Mr. Intercontinental Champion. Mr. Head of the Syndicate. Welcome to the Big Dance!! Welcome to the wonderful world of main event wrestling!! Welcome to what will be a nightmare for you!! [Travers takes the sunglasses off and tosses them to Lane. His eyes reveal a high level of intensity that has suddenly come over him.] Eric Travers: It's time to dance Fisher, and I want you to ask yourself one simple question... Are you ready? I know I am Fisher. This is _my_ territory you've stepped into. This isn't a semi-main event for the I/W's secondary title. This isn't a build-up match to the big climactic finish. This _IS_ the big climactic finish. This is the match that you've waited your entire life for. This is your big moment Chris... All those hours in the gym... All those matches against garbage like Team 3:B... All the crap with your Syndicate... All of it so you could one day reach this very day. [Travers grabs the title belt with his left hand and folds it over so he can hold the belt in front of him.] Eric Travers: From day one it's been about this 15 pounds of gold right Fisher? If you're half the man I think you are, you're like every other man who has ever started in this business. Intercontinental Titles are nice, but this right here is always on your mind isn't it? And just like every man who has come before you, one man stands between you and your dream... The Champion. The man on top of the wrestling mountain. In this case... ME!! [Travers puts the title belt back over his shoulder.] Eric Travers: Many wrestlers have stood in your shoes Fisher. Many wrestlers climb the mountain, and get within reach of the peak. Only a select few have what it takes to knock the champion from his perch. Look at the numbers Fisher. There have only been 11 men who have had the honour of calling themselves IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion, though many have tried and failed to attain this title. So you see Fisher, after you walk to the ring tonight, and give it your all only to come up short, don't feel bad. There have been many others who have been defeated in World Championship matches, and tonight you'll just become another statistic... One of many... But hey, at least you'll still have the Intercontinental Title to play with. See you later tonight Chris. [Travers drops the microphone to the ground, and he and Tricia Lane exit the ring. Surprisingly no music plays as they walk to the back, and the camera switches back to the announce table.] Jim Robson: Travers got serious in a hurry, I think we're going to see an outstanding match tonight. Jack Anderson: I know I can't wait. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [16 man Battle Royal] "Countdown" Chris Carter, "Master of the Flatliner" Hank Brimstone, Jason Roth, Toshio, "The Future" Chris Johnson, Dan "The Man" Watterson, Dark Bishop, Minister Dicky S. Wright, "The Rocket" Richard Blair, Trevor Redding, "Vicious" Vic Valiant, "Crazy" Brett Morgenheim, Darien Poe, Jason Reigns, "The Meat Machine" Mike Marconi, Magnus Colby Francine: THIS MATCH IS A 16 MAN STAGGERED ENTRANCE BATTLE ROYAL! Every minute another man will enter. Introducing the first man to enter... ["Enter Sandman" by Mettalica blares over the PA as the crowd comes to it's feet letting out a large boo as they do so.] Francine: He stands 6'6" and weighs in at 275 pounds. He hails from Chicago, Illionois, he is a TWO TIME IWF/WOW TAG TEAM CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!! HALL OF FAMER MAGNUS COLBY!!! [The crowd boos at the mention of one of the most despised men in the organization today. The noise level kicks up a notch as Magnus steps out from behind the curtains. Magnus wears black tights. Magnus has his hair freshly shaved for the matchup, and has his wrists taped. He wears a pad on his right elbow. Slowly, Magnus begins to make his way out to ringside, cooly staring ahead as he walks down the aisle, annoying the boos and the many fans trying to get his attention. As Magnus reaches the ringside area, he climbs the stairs up to the ring apron. He steps through the ropes, and gets himself prepared for the match ahead.] Jack Anderson: No fair! He was entered in the last second and he gets drawn first? Francine: And the second man to enter... ["Take A Look Around" by Limp Bizkit begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers as the houselights dim and on the VideoTron the screen turns silver, then a red '3' flickers on the screen, followed by a red '2', then followed by a red '1', then a red '0' flickers on the screen, then the VideoTron shuts off, as fireworks go off at the top of the entrance way, generating an even bigger pop from the fans.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Pittsburgh, PA standing 6 feet 5 inches and weighing 269 pounds, being led to the ring by Jade, he is Triple C... " C O U N T D O W N " C H R I S C A R T E R ! ! ! [The crowd cheers as Jade first steps out form behind the curtain, wearing black dress pants and a jade colored spaghetti strap tank top. She smiles at the cheering fans, then gestures to the curtain, and out comes Triple C, wearing trunks like the one Jeff Jarret wears, that are silver with black trim and two thin stripes on both sides of the shorts, and on the butt in red letter it has a countdown "3...2...1...0!", and these are complimented with black boots and black kneepads. Chris Carter looks around the arena with a very nervous smile on his face as he is about to face two men in a handicapped match. Finally Chris Carter and his girlfriend Jade make their way down to the area, with both of them interacting with the fans. Finally getting in the ring both Triple C and Jade standing in the center of the ring, with Jade standing in front of Chris Carter leaning against him with her arms folded, and Carter holds his right arm in the air, extending three fingers and 'counting down'....3 fingers...two fingers...one finger...then a clenched fist which is driven down like he is trying to punch a hole in the air, and fireworks go off above the ring and pyrotechnics shoot out from the ringposts as the crowd pops once again.] [DING DING DING!] Jim Robson: There's the opening bell. Colby seems more interesting in winner than in the past weeks. Jack Anderson: This is his chance to prove that he deserves a World title shot. No more of this North American title crap. Jim Robson: Carter and Colby finally lock up and Carter with a quick arm drag takedown. Colby gets up and Carter with a dropkick to the face! Carter bounces back to his feet and delivers a forearm shot to the face of Colby. Carter forces him into the ropes and whips him across the ring. CLOTHESLINE BY CARTER! He follows up with a swinging neckbreaker! ["Boom" by the Blood Hound Gang explodes across the arena as the crowd gives a mixed reaction...] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Pittsburgh, PA... standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 225 pounds, here is ... DARK BISHOP!!!!!!!!!!!! [Dark Bishop emerges from the back. His hair is soaking wet and pulled back in a pony tail. He is decked out in a black muscle shirt with the letters "HOA" on the front written in red.] Jack Anderson: The odds just improved for Colby. Jim Robson: Dark Bishop charges into the ring. Carter is waiting for him and they bring to brawl. Bishop rakes the face. Colby attacks from behind with a forearm shot. Bishop and Colby toss Carter into the corner and begin to work him over. Carter is trying to defend himself but two on one is making that impossible. IMPALER DDT BY DARK BISHOP ON CARTER! [Ambulance sirens play throughout the arena. "2000 BC" by Canibus begins to play, mixing in with the sirens. The crowd boos horrendously!] Francine: About to enter the ring, from North Bay, Ontario, Canada standing six feet seven inches and weighing 270 pounds, here is ... VICIOUS VIIIIIIIC VAAAAAALIAAAANT! Jim Robson: A newcomer to the IWF/WOW. He was in the UEW. Jack Anderson: Then he sucks ass. Jim Robson: Valiant runs into the ring and goes after Colby! I think that surprised Colby! Carter takes a sit down power bomb from Dark Bishop. CROSS ARMED SUPLEX BY VALIANT ON COLBY! Jack Anderson: Valiant is known as a powerhouse. Jim Robson: Bishop is setting up Carter to be tossed over. NO! Carter escaped the press slam. Dropkick to the back of Bishop's knee! Valiant with sit down inverted piledriver! He calls that the T.T.D.! ["Southtown" by P.O.D. begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd Breaks out in a frenzy.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Minneapolis, MN standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 215 pounds, here is ... JASON ROTH!!!!!! [Jason walks slowly to the ring dressed in black full length tights and a black duster with the arms cut off. The Fans reach out to try to touch him and he just smiles. He starts to run about half way to the ring and slides in under the bottem rope.] Jim Robson: Your favorite. Jack Anderson: Whatever. Jim Robson: Roth immediately climbs to the top ropes! Top Rope Bulldog on Valiant! Carter with a vertical suplex on Bishop! Colby stomps at Valiant. Roth has Bishop in the corner. TORNADO DDT! Roth and Carter appear to have made an agreement. Jack Anderson: The fans may love those two but I hate them. Jim Robson: Valiant is DDTed by Colby! Colby picks up Roth and body slams him. Carter has Bishop in a sleeperhold! Colby with a power slam on Roth! Valiant is behind Carter... GERMAN SUPLEX! He picked up both Carter and Bishop! Jack Anderson: WOW! Great power! ["BLACK" by SEVENDUST begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Incense, Rhode Island, USA standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 255 pounds, here is ... TREVOR REDDING!!!!! [Comes down to the ring in a long dark trenchcoat with a shaky red cross on the back. He wears tight black tights with white imprints on the ass. He has a crucifix tattooed across the back of his body. Scars up and down his body. Very thin but muscular wrestler. Muscles in the arms and chest but he's like a string bean in the meaty part of his body. Long black hair with a scar going down his eye.] Jim Robson: This guy is the extremely unpopular with our female crowd. Jack Anderson: He just keeps the ladies in line. Jim Robson: He takes it too far. Valiant with a Spinning Tiger Bomb on Carter! He calls that the V Bomb '00! Jack Anderson: Colby has Roth on the ropes. Roth is barely holding on. Jab by Redding on Colby! Roth is saved by Redding? Jim Robson: Redding picks up Roth... straight jacket suplex all the way to the outside! Francine: JASON ROTH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Jim Robson: Redding didn't waste any time with that elimination. ["Best Way To Die" by Jet Set Satellite begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 235 pounds, here is ... "THE FUTURE OF PRO-WRESTLING" CHRIS JOHNSON !!!! [As Chris Johnson walks out, a huge banner drops behind him. The camera pans up to the banner, showing the following: ______ __ ____ _ /\__ _\/\ \ /\ _\ /\\__ \/_/\ \/\ \ \___ __ \ \ \/_ __ __\ \ _\ __ __ _ __ __ \ \ \ \ \ _ `\ /'__`\ \ \ _\/\ \/\ \\ \ \/ /\ \/\\/\`'__\/'__`\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \/\ __/ \ \ \/\ \ \_\ \\ \ \_\ \ \_\ \ \ \//\ __/ \ \_\ \ \_\ \_\ \____\ \ \_\ \ \____/ \ \__\\ \____/\ \_\\\____\ \/_/ \/_/\/_/\/____/ \/_/ \/___/ \/__/ \/___/ \/_/\/____/ Johnson continues to make his way to the ring, and quickly enters it. He's wearing long black tights, and has a vest on which has "The Future" written in silver on the back.] Jim Robson: Chris Johnson in the ring. He's standing the corner. Jack Anderson: He looks injured. Jim Robson: Toshio's last match with him was brutal and Johnson hasn't wrestled since. Jack Anderson: Carter is being ganged up on by Redding, Colby, Bishop, and Valiant. Jim Robson: He's being stomped on! He can't get up to fight. They are just kicking him like a dog! Jack Anderson: Redding just broke away from the pack. He sees Johnson in the corner. Why is he smiling? Jim Robson: HE JUST BITCH SLAPPED JOHNSON! JOHNSON WENT DOWN LIKE A TON OF BRICKS! Jack Anderson: Redding likes beating up women... so he must think Johnson is a woman! Jim Robson: He kicks Johnson in the gut. BRAIN BUSTER! Redding grabs Johnson and ties his head in the ropes. HE'S CHOKING HIM IN THE ROPES AND PULLS HIS ANKLES! THAT'S GLORY! Colby comes over and is headbutting the back of Johnson while Redding continues to pull on the ankles. Jack Anderson: Carter just got double clotheslined by Bishop and Valiant. Jim Robson: I wonder who will be the next man out. ["Rotten Apple" by Alice in Chains begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Okinawa, Japan standing 5 feet 10 inches and weighing 200 pounds, here is ... TOSHIO!!!! [Toshio walks calmly to the ring ignoring the fans. The Japanese man is wearing red track pants and black boots. He jumps over the top ropes to enter the ring.] Jack Anderson: The man that eliminated Johnny Sledge from the IWF/WOW. Jim Robson: He enters the ring and is challenging someone to attack him. Redding releases Johnson and charges. SINGLE LEG TAKEDOWN SENDS REDDING FACE FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! Colby and Valiant attack Toshio and he's taken down. They toss him into the ropes. HANDSPRING ELBOW NAILS BOTH MEN! What a great move! Toshio sees Johnson. Jack Anderson: Johnson just wet his pants! Jim Robson: TOSHIO KICKS JOHNSON IN THE HEAD! THE KICK OF DEATH! JOHNSON FELL OVER THE TOP ROPE! Francine: CHRIS JOHNSON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Jim Robson: Carter has recovered. RUNNING CLOTHESLINE ON DARK BISHOP! Shoulder tackle on Redding! Discus punch nails Valiant! He's on fire! Jack Anderson: Carter is on steriods! Look at the roid rage! Jim Robson: Carter picks up Colby and delivers a tombstone piledriver! Here comes Hades! Jack Anderson: ALRIGHT! HE'S HERE TO TAKE OUT CARTER! Jim Robson: Carter whips Dark Bishop towards the ropes... HADES PULLED THE ROPES DOWN! DARK BISHOP IS GONE! Jack Anderson: WHAT?! Hades cost his stablemate the match! Dark Bishop is recovering and he's looking for Hades! Hades is walking to the back! Jim Robson: Dark Bishop is taking off after him! Francine: DARK BISHOP HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! ["Firewoman" by THE CULT begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd raises the roof as fireworks goes off everywhere.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada standing 6 feet 3 inches and weighing 245 pounds, here is ... "THE MASTER OF THE FLATLINER" HANK BRIMSTONE!!!!! [Hank makes his way to the ring. He steps in the ring climbs the cornerposts and works the crowd, throwing his towel and his sunglasses at them.] Jim Robson: Brimstone enters the ring and goes after Valiant! They are trading punches! Carter executes a hot shot on Redding! TOSHIO JUST SPIT GREEN MIST INTO THE EYES OF COLBY! WASABI! Jack Anderson: Doesn't that burn his mouth before he spits it? Jim Robson: CARTER NAILS COLBY WITH A RUNNING CLOTHESLINE! COLBY GOES OVER THE TOP ROPE! Jack Anderson: NO! He was the favorite! Francine: MAGNUS COLBY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Jim Robson: Too bad for Colby. Maybe he should try to win a match once and a while. Jack Anderson: Brimstone just got kicked by Toshio! He's down on the mat. Jim Robson: Toshio is climbing the turnbuckles... SHOOTING STAR PRESS ON BRIMSTONE! Toshio picks up Brimstone and leans him against the ropes... KICK OF DEATH! THE KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! HE'S OUT OF THE RING! BRIMSTONE IS BUSTED OPEN! Francine: HANK BRIMSTONE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Jack Anderson: The Medics are rushing to ringside to check up on the injured Brimstone. This doesn't look good. He's motionless. Jim Robson: Great deal of concern surrounding Brimstone. Jack Anderson: Carter with a pumphandle slam on Valiant! Redding just nailed Carter with a elbowsmash! POWER BOMB BY VALIANT ON CARTER! Redding picks up Carter... BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Jim Robson: Toshio superkicks Valiant! He tosses Valiant into the corner... HANDSPRING ELBOW! Toshio whips Valiant into the ropes... DROPKICK TO THE KNEES! DROPKICK TO THE FACE! ["Manic Depression" by the Jimi Hendrix Experience plays. The crowd has a mixed reaction.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from the wrestling haven they call Parts Unknown, standing a 6 feet 5 inches, weighing 324 lbs, accompanied by Dan "The Man" Watterson, here is... the man who is not mentally stable, "Crazy" Brett Morgenheim! [He is wearing black wrestling tights with the back saying, "I am not normal" on the back. He is stubbled with brown hair.] Jim Robson: Morgenheim rolls into the ring and attacks Toshio! CLOTHESLINES TOSHIO! He picks up Toshio and applies a bearhug! Jack Anderson: Valiant executes a takeover suplex on Redding! Valiant body slams Redding. Valiant with an elbow drop. He executes a wishbone on Redding! Valiant applies the Indian deathlock on Redding! Jim Robson: Carter is on the second turnbuckle... FLYING LEG DROP TO REDDING! Jack Anderson: WASABI! TOSHIO SPIT GREEN MIST INTO THE EYES OF MORGENHEIM! Jim Robson: Morgenheim is blinded! HE GRABS VALIANT BY THE THROAT! INSANE CHOKESLAM OVER THE TOP ROPE! Francine: VIC VALIANT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Jim Robson: Morgenheim eliminated Valiant just as he released Redding and was going execute a belly to belly suplex on Redding. Jack Anderson: Morgenheim is rubbing the spit out of his eyes. Carter and Toshio are double teaming Redding! Jim Robson: Good! He deserves a beating! ["Imaginations from the Other Side" by Blind Guardian begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd becomes divided, as a fair number of them cheer loudly for the enigmatic wrestler. While there are some isolated boos amongst the fans, the majority remain subdued during his walk to the ring.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Salem, Massachusetts, standing 6 feet 3 inches and weighing 242 pounds, here is ... DARIEN POE !!!!!!!!!! [Poe approaches the ring with a casual, almost indifferent manner in his bearing and gait. He nods to several fans who appear to particularly like him, however he is largely uninterested in the crowd around him. He is wearing a long silken cape that wraps the entire way around his lithe form, and is shimmering black and green, in a surreal fashion. As he approaches the ring, he removes the cape and enters wearing a pair of loose fitting dull black trunks.] Jim Robson: Poe enters the ring and immediately Toshio attacks him. Carter going for a piledriver on Redding... BLOCKED! BACK DROP! Jack Anderson: Poe nails Toshio with a cresent kick! GERMAN SUPLEX ON TOSHIO! Poe is climbing the turnbuckles... FLYING CLOTHESLINE NAILS TOSHIO! Jim Robson: Redding has Carter tied up in the ropes! GLORY! He has Carter tied up in Glory! Poe applies a figure four leglock on Toshio! REVERSED! TOSHIO HAS THE FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK ON POE! Poe is screaming in pain. Jack Anderson: Morgenheim finally seems to have recovered. He clothesline Redding! Body slam on Redding! POWER BOMB ON REDDING! Carter is on his feet. Flying forearm nails Morgenheim! Carter grabs Morgenheim... BULLDOG! ["Oh my God... Oh my God!!!..."Da Rockwilder" by Method Man/Redman blasts out of the loudspeakers. The crowd erupts with excitement, adrenaline coursing through the veins of every living creature within the confines of the arena.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Seattle, Washington standing 5 feet 11 and 3 quarter inches and weighing 175 pounds, here is ... JASOOOON REEEIIIGNS!!!!! [Reigns steps down to ringside, wearing a black vinyl trench-type coat, and in time with the beat, and lasers pulse from one side of the arena to the next.] Jack Anderson: 6 men in the ring. 4 more to enter. Jim Robson: Reigns is taking his time. He hasn't gone after anyone. Toshio still has the figure four on Poe. Reigns is going to the turnbuckles? MOONSAULT ON POE! Jack Anderson: That was high risk. They just had to push him out. Jim Robson: Carter with a reverse neckbreaker on Morgenheim. Redding with an eye gouge on Carter. Reigns goes after Redding! SPEAR TACKLE ON REDDING! Jack Anderson: Toshio is kicking Poe repeatedly in the leg! He can't even stand! DROPKICK TO THE FACE BY TOSHIO! He sets up Poe in the corner. Tree of woe! He backs up... RUNNING BASEBALL SLIDE! Toshio stands Poe on the ropes... WASABI! HE SPIT GREEN MIST INTO HIS EYES! POE FALLS OVER THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR! Francine: DARIEN POE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Jack Anderson: Toshio, Carter, and Redding are all looking good. Jim Robson: Corkscrew Hurricarana by Reigns on Redding! Reigns is going back upstairs... CARTER PUSHES HIM OUT! Reigns was going for his 360 degree cresent kick! Francine: JASON REIGNS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Jack Anderson: That was stupid. What is wrong with Reigns? He should have been in there longer for a top competitor. ["THE HEAT IS ON" by GLENN FREY begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, formerly from Montreal, Quebec, now residing in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, standing 6 feet 1 inches and weighing 242 pounds, here is ... "THE ROCKET" RICHARD BLAIR!!!!! [He goes through the curtain and then walks down the aisle. The Rocket enters the ring area to countless pyrotechnics and fire which he walks through to enter the ring. Once he reaches the apron 12 rocket like pyro stream across the roof and explode and lead to the lights returning to the arena. Wears a leather jacket to the ring with Badd Attitude written on the back and the picture of rockets on the front. Shorts are black vinyl with Badd Attitude on the back and Rockets on the front with BLAIR on top of it.] Jim Robson: Blair looks unmotivated. He's just standing there watching the others battle. Jack Anderson: Smart strategy. Jim Robson: Redding with a jewel jab on Carter! Inverted atomic drop by Redding on Carter! Redding with a face rake on Carter! Toshio and Morgenheim are exchanging punches. Blair continues to wait around doing nothing. This should be interesting. Redding executes a belly to belly suplex on Carter! Morgenheim body slams Toshio to the mat! Elbow drop. He sees Blair and points at him! Morgenheim charges Blair and pushes him into the corner. He applies a bearhug! Jack Anderson: Blair is trying to punch his way out of the jam. Jim Robson: Redding ties up Toshio in the ropes. He grabs the ankles... GLORY! That move is proving to be effective! Jack Anderson: Redding is a good worker in the ring. Jim Robson: Carter is resting in the corner. He deserves a break. Morgenheim with the Insane Chokeslam on Blair! Carter bursts to his feet and pushes Morgenheim out of the way! Carter with a backbreaker on Blair. He tosses Blair over the top ropes! Francine: RICHARD BLAIR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Jack Anderson: Morgenheim didn't like that. He tackles Carter and they go the mat brawling. Jim Robson: 3 men left to enter. The clock is ticking. Redding releases Toshio from the ropes. HE APPLIES POWER ON TOSHIO! The STF! Toshio is struggling to escape... SURFBOARD! He reversed it into a surfboard submission! ["Ave Maria" begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Landover, Maryland and representing the Landover Baptist Church, a subsidary of Americhrist, and being accompanied by Dr. Reverend Ebeneezer Smith, standing 6 feet 3 inches tall, and weighing 320 pounds, here is ... MINISTER DICK S. WRIGHT!!!!!!!!! [The lights dim, and about ten alter boys come out from the back, five with candles, and five with money baskets asking the crowd for money. Two more emerge carrying a huge portrait of a religions icon, PASTOR DEACON FRED. After that, Dick S. Wright and Ebeneezer Smith emerge. Wright is wearing a priest suit, while Smith is wearing a cardinal's robe. The crowd spits at the Baptist Church representatives. Wright enters the ring with Smith, as the alter boys sit at ringside.] Jim Robson: Wright attacks Carter to help Morgenheim. They pick up Carter and give him a double chokeslam! Wright is directing traffic out there. They pick up Carter and execute a spike power bomb! Jack Anderson: Toshio released Redding. He ties him up in the corner. Tree of woe! RUNNING BASEBALL SLIDE TO THE FACE! Jim Robson: Inverted atomic drop on Redding! Toshio executes a Japanese arm drag on Wright! Dragon screw leg whip on Morgenheim! Toshio with a belly to belly suplex on Wright. Carter recovers and DDTs Morgenheim. Toshio with a brain buster on Wright! Carter places Redding on the top turnbuckle... SUPERPLEX! Jack Anderson: Toshio goes to the top turnbuckle. MOONSAULT ON REDDING! Jim Robson: Carter with a Russian leg sweep on Wright. He picks up Wright... DEATH VALLEY DRIVER OVER THE TOP ROPE! WRIGHT LANDS HARD ON THE FLOOR! Francine: MINISTER DICKY WRIGHT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Jack Anderson: The last two men to enter will be Dan Watterson and Mike Marconi. Who will enter up with the lucky 16? Jim Robson: We'll know in mere seconds. ["Dream On" by Aerosmith begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Philadelphia, PA standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 229 pounds, here is ... Dan "The Man" Watterson! [Dan wears black trunks with "The Man" inscribed over them. He wears black wrestling boots. He walks down to the ring, usually ignoring the fans' heckling. As he jumps to the ring steps, he yells, "I am the man!" to the crowd. They are not appreciative, to say the least.] Jim Robson: Morgenheim will be getting some help. His partner step through the ropes and immediately walks to his partner to talk strategy. Jack Anderson: Carter is in one corner. Toshio is in one corner and the BMWs are in another. Redding is struggling to his feet in the center of the ring. Jim Robson: This should be interesting. TOSHIO WITH A RUNNING BASEBALL SLIDE ON REDDING! Jack Anderson: CARTER NAILS REDDING WITH A DROPKICK TO THE HEAD! Is that the new total elimination? Jim Robson: I don't know but the BMWs are standing there with their mouths open. TOSHIO KICKS MORGENHEIM ON THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! He goes down hard! Carter kicks Watterson. VERTICAL SUPLEX ON WATTERSON! Carter whips Watterson into the ropes... BACK DROP! He picks up Watterson... DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BRAIN BUSTER! Jack Anderson: Watterson is whipped into a corner. Carter whips Toshio at Watterson... HANDSPRING ELBOW! Carter executes a front layout suplex on Redding! Jim Robson: Toshio with a snap suplex on Watterson. He's going to the top turnbuckle. What's he going to do? SHOOTING STAR PRESS ON WATTERSON! [The theme from "The Godfather" films fills the arena speakers. The sound is met with a mixed reaction from the fans. ] Francine: About to enter the ring, from The Italian section of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvainia, standing 6 feet 3 inches and weighing 203 pounds, here is ... "The Meatmachine, Mike Marconi" [Mike Marconi, wearing red trunks, white kneepads, and green boots walks slowly down to the ring, dripping from head to toe with water. With a smirk on his face, he walks past all the fans, makes his way into the ring, and flexes for each side of the crowd.] Jack Anderson: Everyone has been entered! This should be really interesting now. Jim Robson: Marconi applies the tazmission on Redding! What a start! Jack Anderson: The BMWs are trying to re-group. Morgenheim is trapped in a sharpshooter by Carter! He's tapping out! Too bad there are no submissions! Look at him banging the mat! Jim Robson: Toshio with a flying double foot stomp on Watterson! Falling headbutt to the groin of Redding! He's still trapped in the tazmission! Toshio runs into the ropes... DROPKICK TO CARTER'S FACE! He saved Morgenheim! Toshio with a knee drop to Marconi! He freed Redding! Jack Anderson: What kind of strategy is that? Jim Robson: Watterson executes flying head scissors on Toshio! Watterson grabs his head and walks to the corner... TORNADO DDT! Morgenheim ducks a clothesline by Carter... ELEVATED CHOKE! Redding nails Morgenheim with the jewel jab! Jack Anderson: Here comes Hades! What? Anthony Edwards just informed me that Hades has bloodied Dark Bishop in the back! Jim Robson: Watterson is hit with a knee lift by Marconi. PUMP HANDLE SLAM BY MARCONI! Jack Anderson: Hades is at ringside. Jim Robson: DRAGON SLEEPER BY MARCONI! Watterson is in trouble. He is stumbling backwards. HADES PULLS THE ROPES DOWN! WATTERSON AND MARCONI BOTH GO OVER! Francine: DAN WATTERSON AND MIKE MARCONI HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED! Jack Anderson: Hades cost Marconi the match! I think. Maybe he was trying to save Marconi. Hades looks pissed off. Maybe it was a mistake. He's leaving and Marconi looks really confused. Jim Robson: BRAIN BUSTER BY REDDING ON CARTER! Jack Anderson: Toshio with an Asai moonsault body press on Morgenheim! Morgenheim caught and executes a fallaway slam! Morgenheim with a power bomb on Toshio! He felt that one! Jim Robson: Redding is trying to bust Carter open with punches to the head. Toshio looks to be in trouble. Morgenheim with the Insane chokeslam! That's his set up move. And here comes his finisher! THE CRAZY DRIVER! NO! BLOCKED! BACK DROP OVER THE TOP ROPE! MORGENHEIM IS GONE! Francine: BRETT MORGENHEIM HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Jack Anderson: 3 men left! It's going to be Redding, Carter, or Toshio as the winner! Jim Robson: Redding clothesline Toshio! He picks him back up and tosses him into the ropes... BACKDROP! NO! TOSHIO GRABS ON TO REDDING AS HE WAS GOING OVER THE ROPE! THE TARANTULA! REDDING IS SCREAMING! HE'S SUBMITTING! Jack Anderson: That doesn't matter in this match! Jim Robson: Carter nails Redding with a running clothesline! TOSHIO LOST HIS GRIP! He falls to the floor! Francine: TOSHIO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Jack Anderson: Good! He was in there too long. I'm sick of him hurting all these men... other than the ones I hate. Jim Robson: Carter with a snap suplex on Redding. I heard that Carter isn't happy with the way Redding treats women. This is his chance to beat some sense into Redding. Jack Anderson: Tell Carter to mind his own business. Jim Robson: Carter with a gut wrench suplex. Side suplex! Carter continues to work on the back. Tilt a whirl backbreaker! Carter whips Redding into the ropes... SPINEBUSTER SLAM! Carter points to the top turnbuckle. He's going upstairs. Looks like a moonsault! Jack Anderson: Redding is on his feet! He quickly climbs up the turnbuckles and surprises Carter with a full nelson! Jim Robson: NO! DRAGON SUPLEX TO THE FLOOR! OH MY GOD! Jack Anderson: WHAT THE HELL?! Jim Robson: REDDING WITH A DRAGON SUPLEX FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE TO THE FLOOR! [DING DING DING!] Jim Robson: Whose feet touched first? Michael Hall is making his determination. Both men are badly hurt. ["BLACK" by SEVENDUST begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: CHRIS CARTER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! TREVOR REDDING HAS WON THE MATCH! Jack Anderson: Trevor Redding moves on up the rankings with that insane move Jim Robson: I thought Carter would have won. It looked like Redding may have touched first. Jack Anderson: Stop your bitching. Redding could be headed to a title shot soon. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Triple Towers of Terror] Hightower vs Steve West Jim Robson: Folks our next mach...well there are so many things that we could say about it...... Jack Anderson: Yeah why not try..."Get two stretchers down here right away"!! Jim Robson: You've got a very good point Jack! This match will be one of the most brutal, sadistic matches that we have ever seen!! A Triple Towers of Terror Match. A best two out of three falls match! Fall One...is a Table Match! Fall two.....is a Submission Match! Now if a third fall needs to occur.....it will be...a Scaffolding Match! Jack this match is going to seriously injury somebody especially if the third fall takes place! Jack Anderson: Yeah no kidding! Personally I hope it's Hightower! But let's talk about this whole thing shall we! For almost two years now, off and on at first, Steve West and Hightower were crossing paths and having battles with each other. But since August of last year they have constantly been at each other's throats! They have been the best of friends and then the worst of enemies! Then Hightower returns, then he comes back and once again him and Steve West have been at each other's throats! Jim Robson: But tonight....that will all come to a climactic end I am sure! Jack Anderson: My question is why were Steve West and Hightower talking tonight like they were friends? Jim Robson: I don't know Jack. At first it did seem like they had been friends for years, but towards the end of their conversation I noticed they were starting to argue a bit.... Jack Anderson: BUT....why were they talking to each other? I mean these two guys hate each other more than anything else in the world....and next thing you know they're chatting like a couple of people at a high school reunion? What's up with that?!?! Francine: The following contest is being dubbed....The Triple Towers of Terror Match!! [Huge pop from the crowd.] Francine: Introducing first..... ["What If" by Creed begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers as the house lights dim, and a silver spotlight hits the curtain at the top of the entrance way.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, standing 6 feet 8 inches and weighing 258 pounds, he is a former two time North American and Intercontinental Champion as well as a former Tag Team champ, he is The Canadian Classic...The Untouchable...The Victimizer, here is ... H I G H T O W E R ! ! ! [The fans continue their face pop, it gets louder, as Hightower finally steps out from behind the curtain at the entrance way, and then pauses, looking around the arena at all the fans cheering for him, and a smile spreads across his face, although he still has a confident, no-nonsense look on his face as the lyrics to the first verse of the song plays.] I can't find the rhyme in all my reason I've lost sense of time and all seasons I feel I've been beaten down By the words of men who have no grounds I can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom When your ax has cut the roots that feed them Forked tongue in bitter mouths Can drive a man to bleed from inside out What if you did? What if you lied? What if I avenge? What if eye for an eye? [Hightower is wearing black Nike Cross Training shoes, along with black track pants, with two thin silver stripes on each leg, . He wears a Toronto Raptor Purple football jersey, with black lightning bolts on the shoulders that look like that they are coming from the back to the front. The lettering and numbering is all in silver. The number on the shoulders, chest, and back is 71, and the name on the back says "Hightower". As Hightower scans back and forth, all of the sudden pyro's go off right at the top of the entrance way, and some minor fireworks go off above his head, at the top of the JumboTron, signaling for him to make his way down to the ring.] I've seen the wicked fruit of your vine Destroy the man who lacks a strong mind Human pride sings a vengeful song Inspired by the times you've been walked on My stage is shared by many millions Who lift their hands up high because they feel this We are one We are strong The more you hold us down the more we press on What if you did? What if you lied? What if I avenge? What if eye for an eye? [As Hightower makes his way down to the ring, he interacts with the fans, slapping hands, patting younger children on the head. When he gets to the ring and climbs in, he goes right to the center of the ring.] I know I can't hold the hate inside my mind 'Cause what consumes your thoughts controls your life So I'll just ask a question What If...What If...What If...What if I(x4) What if you did? What if you lied? What if I avenge? What if eye for an eye? What If...What If...What If...What if I(x4) [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.] Jim Robson: Look at Hightower.....I don't think he has ever been this focused in his whole entire life!! Francine: And his opponent.... ["25 OR 6 TO 4" by CHICAGO begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boo's to welcome one of the IWF/WOW's legendary competitors.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from The University of Higher Education standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 238 1/2 pounds, he is the only Grand Slam winner in the history of the IWF/WOW, here is..... "PROFESSOR" STEVE WEST!!!!! [The Professor comes to ringside in the old fashioned format. He may come in a warm up jacket or with a towel, wears solid colored tights without writing, kneepads and boots, except for the Professor logo and signature and the odd comment which may say Champion, or Simply The Finest. A throwback to the old days. PROFESSOR STEVE WEST comes through the curtain and walks down the aisle, as machine gun style pyro follows him to the ring. Music blaring in the background, the Professor enters the ring area and acknowledges all the fans, shaking hands and begins conversing with some "smart fans" in the crowd. The Professor comes to the ring with a warm up jacket, an embroidered Professor towel, his solid colored classic wrestling gear with either "Professor" or "Simply The Finest" on the back of the tights. The spotlight follows him towards the ring.] Francine: Ladies and gentlemen the first fall in the Triple Towers of Threat Match will be a Table Match! [Top from the crowd.] Jim Robson: Look at the staredown between these two..... [The crowd buzzes as West and Hightower glare at each other.] Jack Anderson: It's like waiting for a bomb to be dropped!!! [After what seems like an eternity of a big time staredown between the two competitors, they finally start throwing punches at each other.] Jim Robson: HERE WE GO....!!! [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Jim Robson: Hightower's got the upperhand and he's rocking Steve West backwards.... [Hightower nails West with a final hard right that sends West staggering against the ropes. Hightower backs up and then charges at West.] Jim Robson:...CLOTHESLINE BY HIGHTOWER SENDS WEST TO THE ARENA FLOOR!!! [The crowd cheers as Hightower waits for Steve West to get back up to his feet, then he Slingshot's himself over the top rope landing on West in a Cross Body Press.] Jack Anderson: It's not often we see moves like THAT from Hightower. I mean to most guys it's no big thing but big guys aren't supposed to fly... Jim Robson: Says who?? [Hightower gets West back on his feet and sends him into the guardrail with a hard Irish Whip. Then with West leaning against the guardrail for support, Hightower backs off again and charges in at "The Professor".] Jim Robson: Steve West with a Back Body Drop sending Hightower into the crowd! Jack Anderson: They're going into the crowd?!?! Is that legal in a Table Match?!?! [Steve West hops up on the guardrail, jumping at Hightower nailing him with a Double Axe Handle knocking him back down to the concrete floor as fans watch the two superstars with extreme interest.] Jim Robson: Steve West lays a couple of hard kicks into the ribs of Hightower....he picks Hightower up....right hand by West...IT'S BLOCKED AND RETALIATED BY HIGHTOWER!!! [The crowd pops as Steve West is sent reeling back further into the crowd.] Jim Robson: Hightower with another hard right hand!!! Jack Anderson: Holy crap how far into the crowd are these two gonna go?!?!?! [As Steve West staggers back he grabs a beer from one of the members of the arena audience and throws it in the face of Hightower. As Hightower is stunned temporarily, West grabs a chair and nails Hightower upside the head with it, knocking the big man down.] Jim Robson: "The Professor" drops Hightower with a chairshot!! Jack Anderson: Yeah but he wasted a beer on Hightower, come on Steve use your head! [West picks Hightower up and puts him over his shoulder, then starts climbing up the stairs through the crowd until he gets on the concession level of the arena.] Jack Anderson: Look's like Steve West is hungry! [West puts down Hightower, who is starting to regain his consciousness, and goes to look for something he can use as a weapon. As he does though Hightower has reacted quickly and grabbed a popcorn concession cart and he nails Steve West over the head with it.] Jack Anderson: What has this turned from a wrestling match into a food fight??? [Hightower grabs Steve West by the hair and runs with him, throwing him into the men's washroom.] Jim Robson: Now whenever a match ends up going into a washroom you know it's not going to be pretty at all!! [For a few moments the cameraman is stuckout side the bathroom because of all the people leaving to avoid getting in the way of "The Professor" and Hightower. Finally the camera gets inside and we see Hightower and Steve West trading blows, both rocking each other back with each punch.] Jack Anderson: A slugfest in the bathroom.....well it wouldn't be my choice of rooms to fight in, but hey whatever works for Steve West, just as long as he beats Hightower that's all that matters to me! [Hightower nails Steve West with a right to the eye which really staggers West, and without missing a beat Hightower rips off a soap dispenser from the wall and nails West over the head with it.] Jim Robson: He busted that thing open over West's head!! Jack Anderson: Yeah I know and now there's soap everywhere! [Hightower grabs West by the hair again, bringing him to a standing position, and he starts ramming the head of Steve West into a stall door that is shut. After ramming to a few times he ends up slipping because of all the soap on the ground.] Jim Robson: Blood has been spilled...The Professor is cut above his right eye! Jack Anderson: Come on Steve get up!! [West gets up and wipes the blood from his face. Then as Hightower gets to his feet, Steve West kicks him in the groin, dropping Hightower.] Jack Anderson: That'll make you sing in a high pitched voice!! [West drags Hightower over to the urinal, and starts violently bashing Hightower's head into the urinal, drawing boo's from the crowd.] Jim Robson: The Professor has snapped!! Jack Anderson: I'll say, he's ramming Hightower head into the urinal pretty hard...and Hightower's bleeding now too!!! [West finally stops ramming Hightower's head as the camera briefly shows the bloodied face of Hightower. Then he reaches into the urinal and pulls out the urinal cake, and rubs in the face of Hightower, which the crowd really starts booing for.] Jim Robson: WEST IS TRYING TO MAKE HIGHTOWER EAT THE URINAL CAKE!!! Jack Anderson: You know I always figured Hightower more like cheesecakes better......hell even chocolate cakes.....but never in a million years would I have guessed that he liked URINAL CAKES!!! HA HA HA HA!! Jim Robson: Jack please that's gross!! [West grabs Hightower by the hair and the pack of his pants and he drags him out of the bathroom, back down the stairs from which they just came.] Jim Robson: Folks in case you are keeping score at home, this match is not a hardcore match but a table match, but these two superstars have turned this into a hardcore match is appears and now where is Steve West taking Hightower?? [The Professor pulls Hightower over to a merchandising table and rolls him onto it. Then Steve West climbs up on the table and signals for a Powerbomb.] Jack Anderson: Go Steve go!! Jim Robson: West going for a Powerbomb....NO....!!! [Just as West is about to execute the Powerbomb, the table collapses and both men go crashing to the ground. The crowd rally's behind Hightower as they try to cheer him back to his feet.] Jim Robson: Wow this match is turning out to be quite violent! Jack Anderson: You're not kidding.....they're both bleeding, they've both beaten the hell out of each other.....and this is just the first fall!! Jim Robson: Well they do have the paramedics on standby for the 2 minute break between falls... Jack Anderson: They only have a two minute break between falls, I think they'll need a couple of hours by the time this one is finished! [Steve West gets to his feet first, laying a vicious kick in to the head of Hightower. Then West looks over his shoulder and see's a Zamboni machine parked, and he gets a sadistic looking grin on his face as he drags Hightower over to the machine.] Jim Robson: West rams Hightower head first into the Zamboni!! [The crowd boo's as for the moment The Professor ignores Hightower, and he grabs a table from nearby and sets it up about 5 feet in front of the Zamboni machine.] Jim Robson: Here comes a table! Jack Anderson: Yes! Now we're gonna see Steve West shows Hightower why he is the greatest that this fed has to offer! [Steve West gets the table in position and turns his attention back to Hightower, who has a fire extinguisher that he sprays in the face of Steve West, somewhat blinding The Professor. Hightower is still slow to get to his feet, but he struggles to make his way to the Zamboni machine, following Steve West who is somewhat blindly climbing into the drivers seat.] Jim Robson: What's this? [As Steve West climbs into the Zamboni's drivers seat, he finds the keys to the Zamboni.] Jack Anderson: Great he's got the keys!!! Run over him Steve.....come on it will be like Austin getting run over at Survivor Series last year, except this time we know who the driver is!! [Just as West is about to put the keys in the ignition, Hightower scrambles up beside Steve West and the two have a struggle over the keys. After a few moments Hightower nails Steve West with a stiff right to the head, stunning The Professor just enough so Tower can take the keys away from him and he throws them into the crowd. Then the two start trading blows back and forth again, but as they do they climb to the very top of the Zamboni machine.] Jim Robson: This looks like it could be dangerous!! [The two are standing toe-to-toe on top of the Zamboni, trading punches, with no man seeming as if he will gain the advantage. Then after West nails Hightower with a solid right, Hightower staggers and almost falls off of the Zamboni. Steve West then see's that he is getting the advantage and goes for a wild swing, but Hightower blocks it, then nails Steve West in the mid-section with a knee. Hightower looks over at the table which is almost 25 feet below them, and sets up West in a Razor's Edge/Awesome Bomb position.] Jack Anderson: Oh my gawd no....!!!! Jim Robson: THE EDGE FROM HIGHTOWER SENDS STEVE WEST CRASHING THROUGH THAT TABLE 25 FEET BELOW THEM!!!!!!! [Huge pop from the crowd.] [DING] [DING] Francine: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of the first fall..... H I G H T O W E R ! ! ! [The crowd cheers as Hightower slowly gets off the Zamboni machine as a ton of referee's and paramedics rush over to Steve West and to Hightower.] Jim Robson: Well Hightower walks away with a win here in the first fall, but he seems a little worse for wear. Jack Anderson: Well of course Jim! Afterall these two have beaten each other up....hell they turned this Table Match into a hardcore match! They are both bleeding, they are both bruised....AND THIS IS ONLY THE FIRST FALL WE STILL HAVE TWO FALLS TO GO!! Jim Robson: Well we might only have one fall left if Hightower can win the Submission Match round of this contest. Jack Anderson: There's no way that Hightower is gonna win that round.....Steve West will, and then he'll defiantly school Hightower in the Scaffolding Match and that will be the end of Hightower as we know it! [As the paramedics are cleaning up Hightower and checking on him, Hightower is distracted as he watches the paramedics check on Steve West, who seems hurt but he wants the match to continue. Then Hightower pushes the medics aside and goes to walk towards Steve West.] Jim Robson; Oh boy it looks like Hightower doesn't want to wait until the second fall to officially start! [The referee's step in front of Hightower, not letting him get near West. Hightower protests this, seeming as if he is actually worried about the condition of Steve West.] Jack Anderson: Who is Hightower kidding?!?! We all know he can\t act worth crap....he's actually trying to trick the referee's into believing that he is concerned about Steve West?!?! Give me a break! Jim Robson: Actually Jack I think Hightower actually is concerned about the well being of Steve West! [After cleaning both men up finally, the referee's and paramedics make sure that the two wrestlers are separated from each other as they escort them back towards the ring.] Jim Robson; Well folks it looks like it's almost time for fall number 2! Francine: Now it is time for the second fall of this contest, which is a Submissions Match! [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Jim Robson: Well we are underway with fall 2 of this best out of three falls match up and both competitors are back in the ring circling each other. Jack Anderson: Yeha it almost loooks as if they are buying time, still trying to recooperate from that first fall which took alot outof them. [The crowd buzzes with anticipation as both men continue to circle each other. Then finally Steve West charges at Hightower.] Jim Robson: Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker by Hightower!!! [The crowd pops as Hightower immediatly goes into action.] Jim Robson: Hightower's got Steve West.....HE'S GOT HIM IN A CAMEL CLUTCH!!! [Steve West screams in agony but refuses to give up as he tries to battle out of the hold.] Jim Robson: Steve West is refusing to give up...but he can't get out of the hold, Hightower has it locked in really good. Jack Anderson: No come on Steve fight out of it damnit....fight out of it!! [Steve West reaches one arm forward as if he can grab the ropes to break the submission manuever, but he is too far away from the ropes to grab them and he can't drag himself towards the ropes.] Jim Robson: Hightower isn't letting go! He refuses to let go he wants to hear Steve West tap out!! Jack Anderson: HA! Fat chanceof that one ever happening! Steve West will never...NEVER give up...and especially against Hightower, and especially since if he loses this fall he loses the match and that is not something that Steve West wants! [Finally Hightower gets frustrate and reliquishes the hold on Steve West.] Jack Anderson: Smart nove by Hightower, he knows he can't beat The professor with that submission hold! Actually, he can't beat The Professor with any submission hold! HA! Jim Robson: Oh I wouldn't bee to sure of that Jim....this fall isn't over yet, ANYTHING could happen! Jack Anderson: Yeah you're damn right anything can happen, more like anything can happen meaning that Steve West is gonna win this fall!! Jim Robson: Well I wouldn't go so far as to say that but I do agree with you that anything can happen here! [Frustrated Hightower lays a couple of kicks in to the back of Steve West. Then he picks him up and sends him to the ropes with an Irish Whip.] Jim Robson: SPINEBUSTER SLAM BY HIGHTOWER!!! [Pop from the crowd.] Jim Robson: That's vintage Hightower there!! Jack Anderson: What's he doing now?? [Hightower grabs the leg's of Steve West attempting to put him in another submission hold.] JIM ROBSON: IT'S THE CANADIAN CLASSIC!!! HIGHTOWER HAS JUST PUT WEST IN HIS OLD FINISHER THE SHARPSHOOTER WHICH HE DUBBED THE CANADIAN CLASSIC, NOIBODY HAS EVER ESCAPED THIS HOLD AFTER HIGHTOWER PUT THEM IN IT!!! Jack Anderson: WEST WON'T GIVE UP, HE'LL NEVER GIVE HIGHTOWER THE SATISFACTION ON TAPPING OUT......COME ON STEVE YOU CAN DO IT!!! [The crowd cheers for Hightower as he has Steve West in the Canadian Classic Sharpshooter in the middle of the ring. Steve West is in complete agony and he is screamingin pain trying to drag himself to the ropes, but Hightower is relentless in his attack and he refuses to let Steve West move.] Jim Robson: This is a dandy I tell you....I mean I'll admit right here and right now that I have never been a huge Steve West fan due to his antics over the past few years, but I give him credit not many men would be able to take the punishment that this man has taken and not tapped out yet! Jack Anderson: Well of course duh I told you...Steve West refuses to let Hightower win..... Jim Robson: Yeah that and Steve West is a tough guy! Jack Anderson: No he's.....wait......did you just agree woith me?? Jim Robson: Ugh...in a way I guess I did! Jack Anderson: Mark this date on the calander folks! [In the ring the refree continues to check on Steve West to see if he wants to tap out, but still The professor refuses to give up. Hightower keeps looking back andhe looks shocked that Steve West is still consciouss and fighting to get out of the hold. It almost looks like Hightower is impressed by the toughness of Steve West, but he continues to keep him in The Canadaian Classic.] Jim Robson: I am impressed...this crowd is impressed...AND Hightower is impressed that Steve West is still in this one! Jack Anderson: Steve isn't giving up either! I mean I knew he wouldn't...but he's been in the Canadian Classic for...at least two minutes now and he will not give up!! I don't care who you are if you didn't like or respect The Professor before hand, you have to respect him now for his perseverance! JIm Robson:Hell Jack I think that when it is all said and done both of these wrestlers will be respected for their match! [Just when it seems like Steve West is on the verge of tapping out, he gets both hands underneath him and starts to push himself up.] Jim Robson: I can't believe it! West is trying to fight out of the hold! Jack Anderson: Come on Steve you can do it! [The Professor continues to try to battle out of the hold, pushing himself up. Hightower looks shocked as he tries to keep Steve West grounded, but finally West kicks his legs out sending Hightower flying, which shocks the crowd but they give Steve West a pop of respect for battling out of the hold.] Jack Anderson: HE DID IT!! Jim Robson: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! NOBODY HAS EVER ESCAPED THE CANADIAN CLASSIC BEFORE!!! Jack nderson; I don't think Hightower can believe it either! He looks like he's in total shock! [Hightower is stunned but he gets back to his feet glaring at Steve West, as The Professor manages to get back to his feet as well. Hightower finally snaps out of his daze andheads towards West, grabbing one leg of West and trying to sweep the other leg out from under him, but West keeps on avoinding the leg sweep, and finally out of nowhere he executes an Enzuguri on Hightower, knocking the big man down and out.] Jim Robson: ENZUGURI FROM WEST!!! Jack Anderson: Now the tides have turned! Now we'll see The Professor take Hightower to school!! [West, although dazed and in agony from beingin the submission holds, goes to work fast putting Hightower in a submission hold.] Jim Robson: SURFBOARD BY STEVE WEST!!! HIGHTOWER IS SCREAMING....BUT LIKE THE PROFESSOR DID EARLIER ON TOWER REFUSES TO GIVE UP!!! Jack Anderson: Come on Hightower you might as well give up now there is no escape!! [Hightower continues to yell out in pain, and the referee continuously asks Hightower if he wants to give up, but the canadian youngster refuses. Steve West putsmore pressure on the hold, which makes the screams of agony coming from Hightower even that much louder.] Jack Anderson; Hightower's gonna give up soon, I can feel it!! Jim Robson: Don't be too sure of that Jack, just as you said earlier, Steve West won't give Hightower the satisfaction of giving up, so why would Hightower give The Professor the satisfaction of giving up?? Jack Anderson: Well I doubt Hightower will be able to stay in that submission hold all night!!! ["The Professor" Steve West finally let's go of the Surfboard. And he gets up to his feet immediatly, going back to work on Hightower, grapvining the legs of Hightower and pulling back on Hightower's head, like a modified type of Camel Clutch. Hightower is obviously in complete agony as it looks like he's about to be snapped in half.] Jack Anderson: Okay Jim I'll admit I hate Hightower, but even you have to agree that Hightower can't take punishment like this. If he was the same height as Steve West then maybe, but he's almost 7 feet tall and being bent in a way that people his height weren't mean to be bent! Jim Robson; I agree with you, but I still say that Hightower won't give up....he may be crippled because of this hold but he doesn't look like he plans on giving up any time soon!! [Steve West starts grunting as he bends Hightower even further back, and once again referee Michael Hall checks on Hightower to see if he wants to give up, but still Hightower refuses to give up.] Jim Robson: Still no tap out yet from Hightower! Jack Anderson: What is Hightower brave or stupid...he has to know that he's going to be hurting bad from this submission hold but yet he won't give up. I mean he has already won the first fall, and if he wants to win the match that badly he should just give up now and try to win the thrid fall. I still say that The Professor will win thois match, but I mean if Hightower wants a future in wrestling, and not a future in a whelchair he would be smart to give up now! Jim Robson: I know I'm gonna regret saying this tomorrow, but I agree with you Jack. Jack Anderson; You do?!?! Jim Robson: Yes I do...Hightower's npow been in these two submission holds for.....oh man I'm not too sure....maybe 6 minutes! [Without warning, Steve West let's go of the hold and gets up to his feet, with a sucicidal look on his face.] Jack Anderson: Yes Hightower foinally gave up! Jim Robson: No he didn't! Jack Anderson: Then why did Steve let him go?? Jim Robson: I have no clue...but he's going to work again....!!! [Steve West puts Hightower in another submission hold, this time the hold "The Professor" Steve West uses as his finisher, the Simply The Finest.] Jack Anderson: SIMPLY THE FINEST BY STEVE WEST!!! THIS IS IT.....HIGHTOWER WILL HAVE TO TAP OUT NOW!!! [Hightower refuses to give up, but the look of pain on his face says it all, that he hurts like hell and wants to give up but refuses to tap out to Steve West.] Jim Robson: Hightower can't fight his way out of this.....he's trying but he can't escape!!! Jack Anderson: Come on Hightower be smart and give it up! [Hightower struggles to get out o the hold, but as the commentators just stated, there is no way out of the hold.] Jack Anderson: Okay.....you tell anybody I said this and I;ll shoot you Jim..but I'm impressed by Hightower......I mean any other man woiuld have tapped out the minute that hold was locked in...hell any man would have tapped out the moment any of these holds were put on, but not Hightower, he may be stubborn...but he's tougher than I give him credit for! Jim Robson: You're actually showing some signs of respect for Hightower?!?! Jack Anderson: Hey keep in quiet I don't want people finding out! Jim Robson: Well then maybe you shouldn't have said that when you're headset was on! Jack Anderson: Crap!! [The referee goes to check on Hightower again, who is no longer screaming, it doesn't even look like he is fully consciouss.] Jim Robson: What's going on?? [The referee checks on Hightower, he continuously shouts in the ear of Hightower, and the ref looks concerned, very concerned. Finally he taps West on the shoulder and signals for the bell.] [DING] [DING] Francine: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of the second fall.... " T H E P R O F E S S O R " S T E V E W E S T ! ! ! [The crowd half boo's Steve West, but half cheers him as well out of respect as West stands back in the corner being checked over by paramedics, but he looks concerned as the paramedics check over on Hightower, who is still unconsciouss.] Jim Robson: Steve West wins the second fall, which means we move on to the third fall.... Jack Anderson: Hold up Jim....Hightower didn't tap out....what happened? Jim Robson: Well it appears that he passed out! Jack Anderson: Well once again.....I'm impressed. I hate Hightower, as I have said on numerous occasions, but I give him credit..he may have lost the second fal but he did not give up!! [Steve West continues to watch as the paramedics work on Hightower, who is starting to regain consciousness. They try to put an oxygen mask over Hightower to help his breathing, but Hightower for whatever reason refuses to let them put the mask on him. After a few moments Steve West pushes past the paramedics and grabs the oxygen mask, and puts it on Hightower who continues to struggle but after seeing that Steve West is the man who is holding the oxygen mask, he stops struggling, andnods his head at The Professor.] Jim Robson: Are you seeing what i am seeing? Jack Anderson: Yes i am...and I don't like it..but...well i dunno how to describe it! Jim Robson: How about I give it a shot. You hate Hightower, you want to see Steve West destroy Hightower, but yet it is a touching display of sportsmanship, seeing one competitor trying to help out another when they normally hate each other, in the ring and out of the ring. Am I right? Jack Anderson: Yeah basically...I can't believe I actually admited that! [Steve West backs off from Hightower, looking very concerned as the paramedics go back to check on Hightower. ] Jim Robson: It looks as if Hightower isn't able to continue...... Jack Anderson: Oh come on......you have said it before Hightower is a tough guy.....he won't give up...he'll get back and finish this thing off, I know he can!! Jim Robson: Are you turning into a Hightower fan now?? Jack Anderson: Um....no...well I mean....no...well maybe.....but I... Jim Robson: Nevermind Jack that was good enough for me! [As the paramedics continue to work on Hightower, the 18X18 scafolding is lowered from the arena ceiling to the ring. While this happens Steve West climbs out of the ring and sets up a table on each side of the ring.] Jim Robson: What is he doing?? Jack Anderson: He's making this the most extreme hardcore match that has ever taken place....somebody will be carted away on a stretcher, and somebody will be carted away in a body bag! Jim Robson: Jesus look up on the scaffolding, it's got a ladder...chairs...TABLES.....I see tons of weapons up there!! Jack Anderson; What the hell was President Ishikawa thinking when he booked this match?!?! I mean both of these guys could be permanently crippled after this match, Ishikawa is risking the health of two of his top wrestlers for entertainment purposes! Jim Robson: Actually Jim I have it on good authority that President Ishikawa wasn't toldmuch about this match, that he was kept in the dark. Jack Anderson: Well he would have to be because I don't know of any fed head that would allow this to happen! [The paramedics finally exit the ring, leaving Steve West and Hightower standing on opposite sides of the ring glaring ateach other. Both men are breathing heavily due to their first two falls they have fought in. They both look bruised, and they are both bloodied up from their first fall. Finally after they both nod at each other, they go to opposite sides of the scaffolding and start to climb up it.] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Francine: Now it is time for the third and final fall of this match, which will be a Scaffold Match! [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Jim Robson: Well both men are on top of the scaffolding, but they aren't fighting! [West and Tower glare at each other from opposite sides of the scaffolding.] Jack Anderson: It almost looks as if they don't want to fight....and I don't blame them...they've already fought tooth and nail, put on one of the best matches i have ever seen, but they still haveone last fall to go, but this could be the fall that broke the camel's back....no pun intended! [As Hightower and Steve West continue to glare at each other, the entire I/W roster comes out to watch this match from the entrance way. Everybody from referee's, to managers, to executives are out there. Standing in front of the group is "The Rocket" Richard Blair, "Countdown" Chris Carter, Jade, and Kari. They are all watching with extreme interest and concern as Blair and Carter look more like best friends than enemies as they both watch their 'teachers' with great concern. President Ishikawa fights through the mob of people and stands next to them, looking very concerned as well.] Jack Anderson: Look at this! [Hightower and Steve West both look at the crowd of I/W officials and wrestlers who have gathered at the entrance way to watch the match. Then looking back at each other again, they still look hesitant, but all of the sudden they charge at each other and start throwing punches again as the crowd cheers, this time for both men instead of just Hightower as they battle high above the ring.] Jim Robson: HERE WE GO......West and Tower trading punches again.....West sends Hightower reeling back....West with a stop sign...AND HE NAILS HIGHTOWER RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH IT!!! Jack Anderson: HIGHTOWER'S BUSTED OPEN AGAIN!!! [Steve West picks up a bullrope and walks over to Hightower but Hightower has a cowbell in his hand, and at the last second he connects with a desperation swing.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER NAILS WEST IN THE TEMPLE WITH A COWBELL!! Jack Anderson: NOW WEST IS BUSTED OPEN AGAIN...AND BOTH MEN ARE SUPPORTING CUTS ALREADY AS IT IS!!! [The crowd cheers as both men get back to their feet, but they arevery wobbly. Steve West picks up a chair, and Hightower reaches down and picks up a pair of brass knuckles and puts them on. Then at the same time, Hightower goes to punch West with the brass knuckles and Steve West goes to nail Hightower in the head with the hair, and they both connect at the same time, which the crowd pops for as both men collapse on the scaffolding.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER NAILED WEST WITH THE KNUCKS AND WEST NAILED TOWER WITH THE CHAIR AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!! Jack Anderson: COME ON GUYS STOP IT....DECLARE THE MATCH A NO CONTEST!!! Jim Robson: I don't think these two guys will stop it, they both want to win, and as we have seen in the breaks both men are concerned with each other which you think would make them call the match off, but something is driving them to continue, something is pushing them to the limit's and I can tell you this it has nothing to do with any of the wrestlers, any of the suits in the back, or even ay of the fans! They want to finish this...for each other! Jack Anderson: Yeah but they'll end up killing each other before this is over!!! [Steve West gets up quicker than Hightower, and he grabs a garbage can and nails Hightower over the head with it, snding Hightower back down. Then The Professor pulls Hightower towards a table and sets him up for some move, which is unknown by the crowd at this point.] Jim Robson: West with Hightower......MY GAWD BRAINBUSTER SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!!! [Pop from the crowd.] Jack Anderson: MY GAWD!! [West gets up to his feet, going to Hightower, but he gets dizzy and he backs away from the edge of the scaffolding and gets to one knee to steady himself.] Jim Robson: You can see that The professor is feeling the affects of this match... Jack Anderson: Is he okay?? Is Hightower okay?? I can't believe I just said that! Are they both okay? This is suicide, this is suicide....my gawd why won't somebody stop this?!?! [As Steve West finally stands back up and turns to face Hightower, Hightower has already gotten back to his feet and grabbed a kendo stick and he blasts Steve West over the head with it.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER NAILS WEST WITH THE KENDO STICK AND NOW THE PROFESSOR IS DOWN AND OUT!!! [Hightower picks up West and drags him towards one of the tables up on the scaffolding and sets him up.] Jim Robson; HIGHTOWER WITH THE VICTIMIZER SENDING WEST THROUGH A TABLE NOW! [The crowd continues to cheer for both men as Hightower now collapses after putting The Professor through the table. hile they both take theit time to get back to their feet, the I/W roster that is watching from the entrance way shows their support for both men as they cheer them on, while Blair and Carter look on with concern, and Kari is crying afraid of what will happen to her boyfriend Hightower as Jade comforts her while watching with grave concern as well.] Jack Anderson: Jim we've seen everything that these two can take and dish out, we've seen them fight in the bathroom, we've seen them try to break each other in submission holds, we've seen them put each other through tables, fight on a Zamboni, and now this....I don't think this match will ever be forgotten and it's not even over yet and THAT is what is scary! Jim Robson: I agree with you there Jack I agree with you there..... [Both men are back up on their feet, staggering, with their faces covered in blood to the point where they cannot see cleary. Steve West somehow reocvers quicker than Hightower, andhe grabs a blackboard that is up on the scaffolding and nails Hightower over the head with it, and Hightower staggers back and falls off the scaffolding, but he manages to grab hold of the scaffolding platform with his free hand as he dangles there as the crowd is buzzing with concern.] Jack Anderson: It's almost over....jesus Hightower who cares if you lose just le go and drop damnit...save yourself further injury!!! [Hightower alomst losses his grip from the platform, but Steve West bolts forward and grabs Hightower's hand and pulls him back onto the scaffolding, which shocks everybody in the audience.] Jim Robson: What the?? Are you seeing what I'm seeing?? Jack Anderson: Yeah...Steve just helped Hightower back up! He could have won the match, but he didn't, he...I......what is going on?!?!? [West turns away from Hightower and sets up the ladder that was left on the scaffolding, which is a 20 foot ladder. After he sets it up he looks at his fellow wrestlers that are watching, then he looks at the crowd, then he looks down at Hightower, and finally he climbs up to the top of the ladder.] Jim Robson: The Professor is 20 feet in the air and.....HOLY SH*T!!! [The crowd is even in shock as Steve West nails Hightower with a splash from a top of the ladder.] Jack Anderson: I HAVE NEVER...EVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE IN MY LIFE!!!!! [Slowly but surely Steve West gets back to his feet and goes to climb back up the ladder, but this time he is followed up theladder by Hightower, and the two end up climbing back up to the top of the ladder and they start throwinging everything they have at each other.] Jim Robson: My gawd both men are at the top of the ladder, they are throwing all they got...punches, headbutts, chops...EVERYTHING!!! Jack Anderson: Jesus how much more can these two take?? I mean for crying out...oh jesus Jim look at that ladder it looks like it's gonna fall!! Jim Robson: Oh crap! [The ladder teeters as Hightower and Steve West continue to throw punches and chops and headbutts at each other, both men refusing to give up. The crowd is cheering very loudly for both men as they continue to battle on top of the ladder.] Jack Anderson: THIS IS FREAKIN' INSANE!!!!! [Finally after a headbutt that connects to the temple of Steve West, he gets very dazed and starts to fall backwards. Hightower has a sudden look of panic on his face as he scrambles forward to try to catch West, and then the ladder falls over, sending Hightower falling violently to the scaffold, and Steve West not only falls off the ladder, but falls right through one of the tables set up on the outside of the ring, which is over 50 feet below. The crowd gives a shocked gasp as West lays motionless on the concrete floor with table parts scattered around him, and Hightower is barely motionless on the scaffolding as the referee administers a 10 count to verify the winner of the match.] Jim Robson: HOLY SH*T...DID YOU SEE THAT....MY GAWD.....I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! Jack Anderson: IS HIGHTOWER OKAY? MORE IMPORTANTLY IS WEST OKAY?!?!?! [The crowd is silent in shock as Hightower looks over the edge of the scaffold watching with extreme concern as referee Michael Hall counts, finally getting to 10 and signalling for the bell.] [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Francine: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the third fall and the winner of the Triple Towers of Terror match...... . . . . . H I G H T O W E R ! ! ! ["What If" by Creed starts to play and the crowd cheers, but not just for Hightower they cheer for both men as they put on one hell of a match. Paramedics rush down to the ring to check on Steve West as a stretcher is brought down as well. Hightower tries climbing down off of the scaffold, but he is too dazed and ends up falling into the ring.] Jim Robson: Jack both men are bruised...both men are bloody....both men may have, no correction.DO HAVE multiple injuries...but I think they proved to the whole world, they proved to themselves, thatthey are two of the best and I doubt there will be little agruement to that fact after this! Jack Anderson: I don't think there will be any arguement...you will never see a match like this again because only Hightower and Steve West can put on such a good match....they hate each other...but i think that after this they respect each other more than anybody will ever know!! [The scaffolding is raised out of the ring as Kari rushes into the ring to check on Hightower as Jade and CCC join her, and Richard Blair goes to help the paramedics put The Professor on the stretcher as the crowd is in shock from what they saw, and so is the I/W roster that is slowly but surely making their way closer and closer to both competitors.] Jim Robson: The locker room has completly emptied out now and showing Hightower and "The Professor" Steve West a big sign of respect.... [Steve West is struggling is get off of the stretcher for some unknown reason, and suddenly Hightower and West lock eyes from where they are, and they both look very intense. Finally West nods and Hightowers gets to his feet, signalling for his music to be cut as he exits the ring.] Jim Robson: What's going on here?!?! [Hightower walk sover to the paramedics, and pushes them all away violently. Richard Blair goes to attack Hightower but Steve West yells for him not too, which stuns him as well as the advancing wrestlers who were going to settle Hightower down.] Jack Anderson: What the???? I thought Hightower was going to attack Steve there...but...no he's helping West?? [Hightower gets Steve West off of the stretcher and brings him into the ring, and they raises each others arms and embrace in a huge sign of respect and the audience as well as the wrestlers give a huge pop that theoretically should 'blow the roof off' of the arena.] Jim Robson: THIS IS WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!! FORGET THE FEUDS.....FORGET THE ANGLES....FORGET THE TITLES....IT IS ALL ABOUT RESPECT AND WE ARE SEEING THAT IN FULL FORCE RIGHTHERE AND RIGHT NOW AFTER ONE OF THE MOST DEADLY MATCHES EVER WITNESSED IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!!! Jack Anderson: Hey look...Hightower just grabbed the mic from Francine....he's handing it to Steve.... [As Hightower hands Steve West the mic Triple C, Richard Blair, Jade, and Kari have all gotten back into the ring and the I/W roster has surrounded the ring as well, still showing their respects to the two athletes.] WEST: (breathing very heavily and holding a bottle of water) Hightower (deep breath). Holy Shit man, that was F***KING incredible. We did brother. All this no good pathetic wannabe's just learned that new school is old school and old school is for life. We took their game and made it our own. (catches his breath). Damnit Hightower, I cannot believe you had it in you. Jack Anderson: What the hell is West doing? He is standing next to Hightower? Why? Jim Robson: Shut up, and listen to what the man has to say. WEST: Hightower. You know what I am about to do here, so let me have my say and then you get yours. I know all your fans saw the footage of Tower and I backstage chatting it up before our match. Jack Anderson: He can't talk about that, he's breaking storyline. What the hell is this guy trying to do? Get himself fired? WEST: There is no doubt in my mind that Steve West and Hightower, whether we teamed up when I played the face a couple of years ago, or battled each other in the old RCW, as Pain Inc., battling Power Alliance, and the other major stables. Jim Robson: Where is West going with this? WEST: So, I decided that there is a right way and a wrong way to do things. And that's why Hightower is in the ring. I mentioned that he was the man that took to the limit over the past few years, one of many. And when Chad Ishikawa told me that he wanted to end the Hightower/West feud and book us in other directions, I upped the ante. I CREATED THIS CONCEPT OF TRIPLE TERROR. I talked to HIGHTOWER AND WE CREATED THE DETAILS OF IT. This match, we knew for the winner would become synomous as THEIR MATCH. Hightower took this match and this will now be forever regarded as his gimmick match. But I put in the clause that this would be the last time that the Professor and Hightower would ever meet in an IWF/WOW ring. Jim Robson: We know all this. WEST: So people are asking now, are you two teaming up? No. Are you forming a rival promotion? Nah, there's nothing wrong with this one. You see, Hightower and I are privy to a secret. And that is............... HIGHTOWER: Chad Ishikawa cannot book for squat. [The crowd cheer and laughs at this comment, and even President Ishikawa laughs at the insult as he watches both men in the ring.] WEST: Okay, we know two things. But the other thing is that this Triple Terror match was the last time you see Steve West wrestle as an active competitor in the IWF/WOW. [The crowd is silent.] Jack Anderson: STEVE WEST RETIRING???? No............ This cannot be..... THE LEGEND IS OVER.... HE'S CALLING IT QUITS???? WEST: You see, the rigors of continuous action in this intense federation for nearly 5 years have taken its toll. Plus, commitments at the University of Higher Education have made my focus rather clouded, and I came to the conclusion that it was time to go out with pride, and that is what I did tonight. Tower and I planned this match, and I think we put on a damn good show (standing ovation from the crowd). HIGHTOWER: Steve not to sound cocky... but we put on...THE SHOW!! [The crowd pops in agreement with Hightower.] WEST: This retirement, enables me to watch the new generation of IWF/WOW competitors and the elite legends of old school compete. I definitely made my mark, I mean I was the only (along with the crowd) GRAND...... SLAM........ CHAMPION. No one else has ever done that. So I have a few other things to say before I pass the mic to Hightower. WEST: To the many people who made my 4 1/2 years with the RCW and later the IWF/WOW an enjoyable one. Let me begin first with Hades. The man who said time and again that he could not stand me. Your hatred for me, made this all fun. I think back to 1996 and the Team IWF v. RCW Renegades feud. You and I began it there and while the matches continued into 2000, it never really ended. Thanks for the memories Hades. To those who are no longer in the federation. Of note, AJ Stanson, Jeremy Thranton, Russian Nightmare, Pyro. You all made my days in this federation a challenge. I enjoyed working with you all. With the good come the bad and I am glad that men like "Franchise" Shane Sanders are no longer in the federation. To the men on this roster who respected me thank you. To men like the Hellraiser, remember one thing, you can try and imitate the best like myself and Hightower, but no matter how much you aspire, you'll never get to the level of the Professor. Now, to my friends in Pain Inc. We have Canadian Glacier, The Prefect and Edward Dalton. Three of the original members of Pain Inc. They are no longer around, but they made me part of an elite group and one which you all feared for so long. Then we have the men known as the North American Alliance, the Philsopher Kings and Badd Attitude - Phil Clinton and Johnny Maple. Guys, you were great allies, and I know that both of you have taken on jobs outside of the federation, but you were very valuable to make sure that Steve West became the household name and icon that he is. Down Under Demon - what can I say? CHEERS (fans pop loudly). Richard Blair - I have more to say about you later, but you have been a great ally the last three years. You will be a champion again some day, mark my words. Cooper Concrete & Magnus Colby - friends, allies, enemies, LEGENDS. Thanks for the great times up and down those roads. You two will be taking my legacy and making it part of yours and show this federation that old dogs have new tricks and we are like a fine wine, we get better with age, even at the age of 33. So now we turn to Hightower. My goodness what can I say? (chokes on his words). All I have to say is Hightower, you are the superstar of the future in this federation. You are the next big thing around here, and I want to thank you for letting me work with you on your way towards your destiny the IWF/WOW Championship. HIGHTOWER: No Steve....I want to thank YOU for letting me work with YOU....I\ve learned more from you than you will ever know and I thank you so much for that! [The crowd pops.] WEST: You see, this man is full of integrity and honour. He puts 100% in. He did not have to work hard in this match, but helped me leave this sport in a match which I knew would give you all your monies worth and damn it he did it. When I thought about who would wrestle me in my retirement match, the only name that came to mind was yours. One more thing before I turn it to you and say goodbye to my fans. (lowers his head, looks up and then looks at the fans). The question then becomes, when a legend hangs up the boots, he has to pass the torch, his legacy, to someone who has the potential to take their work and take it to a new level. I look around the IWF/WOW and I see many men who have earned the right to be afforded my blessing. They range from Cooper to Hades, with Blair, Fisher and others in between. But the decision came down to one man, the one man who has been with me, and shown me how to be a man. He has been against me and shown me that he is the Real Deal, he is 100% legit and a true respectable man in this sport. There is only one man who I would throw my support behind in this Federation as we move to 2001... and that man is..... Jim Robson: SAY IT........... WEST: Hightower (the fans erupt). Jim Robson: He is passing the torch to Hightower. What a show of respect by the veteran to Hightower. WEST: But that is not all. You see Hightower, I may never wrestle in this ring again, but I still hold a lot of power around here, and I will do everything in my power to make sure you are the next IWF/WOW World Champion. I have filed a petiton to make you the #1 contender knowing that your performance is this match would be stellar. But there is a catch. HIGHTOWER: A catch...*sigh*....what would that be? Jim Robson: I knew it. WEST: There is a man named Richard Blair back there who I trained and managed in this federation. Look out for him, man. [Hightower looks over at Richard Blair, who doesn't know what to do as he stands there dumbfounded, and after a few moments Hightower nods looking back at Steve West.] HIGHTOWER: I'll do it! WEST: Remember, this may be the last time that you see Professor Steve West in the ring here in the IWF/WOW but it is not the last time you see him here in the IWF/WOW. I promise to remain around here, say hello to you fans and make sure that the next World Champion is the man who deserves it more than anyone else, Hightower. Fans it has been a great run. Thanks for the memories, and thanks for letting me perform the sport that I do best, technical professional wrestling. IWF/WOW fans are the greatest, thanks for supporting me in your own unique ways. I will never forget any of you. [Steve West hands the microphone over to Hightower and turns to leave the ring, but Hightower grabs him by the arm shaking his head.] HIGHTOWER: Hold up Steve before you leave there is something that i want to say, and I want you to hear it. Now I could go on and on about my future blah blah blah....but I'm not going to. What I am going to say is all about you Steve! Steve since January of last year you and myself have been at each other's throats, we have been watching each other's backs, and we have been at each other's throats. That's from what the fans saw though. The backstage politics nobody saw. Nobody knew that in real life we hated each other, nobody knew that in real life we were enemies. But we were, and for all those backstage fights we have been in, well we can't change that. Something I do want everybody to know is this.......that you are without a shadow of a doubt, the toughest, smartest wrestler ever to step foot in the squared circle.....and Steve I am not going to dissapoint you...I'm going to win my quest for the world title...and it will all be...for you! Now i want everybody to get on their feet and give this man the respect he deserves!!! [The crowd stands up and cheers for Steve West as him and Hightower embrace one more time as "25 OR 6 TO 4" by CHICAGO plays and West and Hightower exit the ring and walk through the crowd of paremdics and wrestlers. They stop at the top of the entrance way and a teary eyed Steve West looks around the arena, and waves a final goodbye before stepping through the curtain.] ======================================================================= [North American title match] "Smooth Criminal" Charlie Vahn vs "Hardass" Colin Justins Francine: This match is for the IWF/WOW North American championship! No time limit and one fall to determine the winner! Introducing the challenger. [A non lyrical rendition of Limp Bizkit's "Break Stuff" begins to pound through the arena and the crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from nearby San Diego, California... standing 6 Feet tall and weighing 195 pounds, here is ... "HARDASS" COLIN JUSTINS! [From behind the curtain steps a smaller, but very well sculpted man. His hair is black and cut very short, and his grey eyes are nothing short of piercing. Ice practically drips from this man's body, the coldness and hatred that radiate from it can practically chill the entire building. We can see the anger in this young man, and can see that he's looking to take it out on someone. Justins is wearing long black trunks, with "The Syndicate" written down one leg in silver, and black boots to match. Justins stands on the ramp for a moment, looking to the ring with intensity as he adjusts his silver wrist straps. He sneers cruelly as he begins his walk to the ring, completly ignoring the fans, who in their boos, return the hate he shows them. Justins slides under the ropes, and immediatly goes to the turnbuckle, waiting patiently with unerving focus. He means buisness, that much is clear. Without fanfare or histrionics, Colin Justin's readies himself for another match...and possibly another injured opponent.] Francine: And the champion... ["Stayin' Alive Remix" by N'Trance begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from New York, New York, USA standing 6 feet 1 inches and weighing 210 pounds, here is ... "Smooth Criminal" Charlie Vahn!! [The Smooth Criminal walks out of the entrance wearing a very slick white tuxedo coat and black khaki pants looking like he's ready to steal yet another win. Accompanied by Charlie is his petite yet attractive manager... Martini. Pausing for a moment, and then raising his hands as the pyrotechnics send out loads of sparks. Criminal struts down the ramp with the lovely Martini to the ring. Martini steps aside while Vahn jumps up onto the apron, gives a half-grin, then enters through the second opening on the ropes. Vahn then raises his arms in the shape of a "V" in the both directions as the lights flash and ring starts to smoke up. When the smoke has cleared, you find that Criminal has taken his coat off, proudly displaying a sporty black vest. Vahn anxiously awaits the next victim who dares to try and stop this "Smooth Criminal."] Jim Robson: Vahn and his partners, the Boston Bad Boys, defeated the Syndicate including Colin Justins last week on Mayhem. Can he continue his winning streak? Jack Anderson: NO! Daemon Winters cost the Syndicate the match by refusing to tag in. Justins should have no problems with Vahn. New champ tonight! [Michael Hall checks Justins's boots and knee pads.] [DING DING DING!] Jim Robson - Michael Hall is the referee for this contest. [Vahn tests out the ropes.] Jim Robson - Justins charges at Vahn. Justins is wailing away at Vahn with a series of hard punches. Vahn kicks Justins's head out of desperation because Justins blocked Vahn's first kick. Vahn executes the jumping sidekick on Justins! Jack Anderson - Justins felt that one! But Justins started the right way. Attack your opponent early and don't let him get a flow going. Jim Robson - Justins gets back to his feet. Vahn hits a spinning leg lariat on Justins sending him to the mat! Justins climbs to his feet. Vahn kicks Justins in the stomach! Jack Anderson - Someone tell Vahn this is wrestling not a Jackie Chan movie. Jim Robson - Justins climbs to his feet. Vahn hits Justins with a heart punch. Vahn punches Justins in the head. Jack Anderson - Closed fist! DQ! Jim Robson - A side kick by Vahn turns the match around by knocking Justins to the mat. Justins kicks Vahn in the groin! Justins rakes the face of Vahn in attempt to make a come back. Whip into the ropes... Vahn hits a jumping elbow thrust on Justins! Justins climbs to his feet. Justins tries for a hiptoss but its blocked! Justins jabs Vahn. Justins hits Vahn with a headbutt to the mid-section. Vahn gets caught with an elbowsmash to the face. Justins forearm smashes Vahn. Vahn is back on his feet. Justins gets up. Vahn gets set on top the turnbuckle but pushed Justins to the mat! Vahn climbs to the top and hits Justins with a flying clothesline! Vahn grabs Justins's arm, takes him down, and puts him in the armbar. Referee Michael Hall is checking for a tap out... Vahn tightens the hold. Vahn breaks the hold. Vahn sends Justins to ringside. Vahn goes for a dropkick but Justins dodges the attack. A Frankensteiner by Vahn tattoos Justins's forhead with the floor's texture! Jack Anderson - That frankensteiner was very good. Jim Robson - They head back into the ring. Flying lariat by Vahn takes Justins down. Vahn legsweeps Justins! Vahn hits Justins with an elbowdrop. Justins stands up. Kick to the mid-section by Justins! Justins with a jumping DDT on Vahn! Justins gets back to his feet. Jack Anderson - I wish every match could be like this! Good action and Justins kicking Vahn's ass! Jim Robson - Justins hits Vahn with an elbowdrop. Justins applies an arm wrench to Vahn. Justins stomps Vahn before going to the turnbuckles. Justins hits Vahn with an elbowdrop from the second turnbuckle. Justins goes for a rolling snap suplex but Vahn blocks the attack! Justins locks Vahn in the grapevine submission. Referee Michael Hall is checking for a tap out... Vahn is fighting the hold. Justins breaks the hold. Justins tries for a release German suplex but is not strong enough to lift Vahn! Justins locks Vahn in the grapevine submission. The referee is checking the situation... Vahn is fighting the hold... Justins breaks the hold. Justins drags Vahn to the floor. Michael Hall starts the count out. Vahn with a single leg takedown! Justins' face hit the ring steps! Vahn jumps from the apron and nails Justins with a flying axhandle smash! Vahn hits Justins with an elbowdrop. Jack Anderson - Justins made the mistake of taking the match to the floor. Jim Robson - Justins kicks Vahn in the stomach. Both men are exhausted. Vahn and Justins move back into the ring. Vahn delivers a kick to the head of Justins. Justins stands up. Vahn takes Justins to the mat with a spinning leg lariat! Jim Robson - Vahn grabs Justins's arm, takes him down, and puts him in the armbar. The referee is checking the situation... Justins tries to escape... Vahn tightens the hold... Vahn tightens the hold. Vahn breaks the hold. Vahn with an Irish whip... Vahn sends Justins into Michael Hall he goes down! CLOTHESLINE BY JUSTINS SENDS BOTH MEN TO THE FLOOR! Vahn leg drops the throat of Justins. Vahn swings a steel chair and hits Justins! Justins is bleeding as a result. Jack Anderson - WHAT THE HELL?! Hall missed that?! Jim Robson - Vahn uses the rope as a springboard and moonsaults onto Justins. Jack Anderson - Hall is still down! HERE COMES JEREMY STENZEL! HE'S IN THE RING ATTACKING VAHN! THEY'RE STOMPING A MUDHOLE INTO VAHN! Stenzel with a tornado bulldog! He's picking up Vahn... FALLING REVERSE DDT! THE CANVAS MUNCHER! Stenzel picks up Vahn... THE SPIRIT BOMB! Jim Robson - Michael Hall gets up. Michael Hall calls for the bell! Justins was disqualified! [DING DING DING!] Jim Robson - The Syndicate continue their attack! They didn't want the North American title! They want Vahn's blood! JUSTINS APPLIES THE RULE BREAKER ON VAHN! HE'S TRYING TO BREAK HIS LEG! ["Stayin' Alive Remix" by N'Trance begins to play over the loudspeakers.] Francine - THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AS A RESULT OF A DISQUALIFICATION AND STILL IWF/WOW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION... "SMOOTH CRIMINAL" CHARLIE VAHN! Jack Anderson - Thanks for the announcement but Vahn doesn't look like a winner. Jim Robson - HERE COMES THE BOSTON BAD BOYS! THERE GOES THE SYNDICATE! Jack Anderson - This feud isn't over. But the Syndicate can chalk up a successful attack plan. Jim Robson - The Boston Bad Boys raise Vahn's arm as they head to the back. I hope the Syndicate knows what's coming for them. Speaking of the Syndicate, their leader, Chris Fisher will be facing the World champion. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [World tag team elimination title match] - one from each team in the ring at all times Lightning Bolts vs Boston Bad Boys vs Jeremy Stenzel & Daemon Winters Jim Robson: Up next is The Tag Team Title Elimination Match. The Lightning Bolts defend the World Tag Team Titles against The Boston Bad Boys and The Syndicate team of Daemon Winters and Jeremy Stenzel. Jack Anderson: I can't wait to see The Boston Babbling Buttheads get destroyed!! Jim Robson: Let's go up to Francine for the introductions. Francine: The following elimination match is for the IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! [Crowd Pop] ["Wasting my Hate" by Metallica begins to play over the loudspeakers.The crowd has a mixed reaction but lots of booing.] Francine: About to enter the ring, at a total combined weight of 478 pounds, here are... DAEMON WINTERS & JEREMY STENZEL!! THE SYNDICATE!!!!!!!! [Winters steps through the curtain with a sneer. He wears his usual wrestling gear, long tights with a crimson slant design starting at the crotch and ending just below the knees. He has black boots with his initials DW in crimson on the outsides. His black hair is slicked back as usual. He turns to look at the fans with disgust. And then a sudden explosion thunders behind him and he stalks to the ring menacingly. He steps through the ropes, and waits impatiently for the bell to ring. Stenzel is sporting a pair of black reflective visor shaped shades, and he sports a blue and white sports jacket with tearaway pants. Stenzel follows Winters to the ring, not looking happy.] ["Lightning Strikes" by AEROSMITH begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers wildly!!!!!!!!) Francine: About to enter the ring, from Boston, Massachusetts, at a total combined weight of 555 pounds....being led to the ring, by their manager, KELLY JAMES.... Here is "THE MAN WITH THE PLAN" COOPER CONCRETE and "HEADHUNTER" RICHARD JAMES... THE BOSTON BAD BOYS!!!!!!!!!!!! [Two lightning bolts pierce the entrance ramp just below the JumboTron...on the JumboTron comes a segue of clips which is highlight by large letter graphics --- TEAM 3:B --- Clips of Cooper, HeadHunter, "Smooth Criminal" Charlie Vahn, Martini, and Kelly James play on the JumboTron. Kelly James walks out onto the entranceway first, she wears a revealing white blouse, and black mini-skirt, with high heels and sunglasses. Cooper Concrete and HeadHunter both are attired in Black Wrestling Tights, with Red Elbow and Knee Pads, with Black Boots. Cooper wears a Red Hardhat and shades. The HeadHunter wears a dark purple mohawk tonight, with sunglasses. The trio make their way to the ringside area, flashing the 3:B signal to the fans. As they approach the ring, they hold open the ropes for Kelly, and the Boston Bad Boys then jump to the turnbuckles to salute the fans with the 3:B Sign. BBB toss their shades into the crowd, and escort Kelly out of the ring, as they get ready for tonight's fight.] Francine: And their opponents... ["Thunderstruck" by AC/DC begins to play as the crowd boos.] Francine: Coming down the aisle, weighing in at a combined 425 pounds. They hail from America but call Japan their true home...they call themselves the best damn tag team in the world today...they are... THE IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! CYCLONE GAIJIN!!! HURRICAINE STRAFER!!! THEY ARE...THE LIGHTNING BOLTS!!!!! [Pyro explodes as Strafer and Gaijin makes their appearance. The crowd starts to boo even louder. The Lightning Bolts make their way down to ringside, completely ignoring the audience. Strafer is wearing long blue tights with a white lightning bolt on the left leg. He also wears white boots and a blue mask. Gaijin is wearing a black bodysuit with black boots with a red lightning bolt on the right leg and a red "V" on the chest, along with a black mask with two red horns on the side. They both hop up on the apron. Strafer slingshots his way into ring as Gaijin hops up to top rope and backflips off the top rope to the center of the ring. Both members of the Lightning Bolts show off some martial arts kicks before posing in the middle of the ring.] [DING!! DING!! DING!!] Jim Robson: There's the bell, and this three way elimination tag team title match is underway!!! Jack Anderson: This should be a great match, as long as The Boston Bad Boys don't win. Jim Robson: Remember, all three teams will have one representitive in the ring until one team is eliminated. We have Cooper Concrete, Hurricaine Strafer, and Daemon Winters are starting things off for their respective teams. All three men are cautious to start off... Or maybe not... Strafer and Winters appear to be working together, stalking Concrete. Concrete lashes out with a right hand and drops Strafer to the mat!! There's a right for Winters!! Strafer's back up and dropped back to the ground!!! CHOP BLOCK BY WINTERS TAKES DOWN COOP!!! Jack Anderson: This is a bonus! If The Lightning Bolts and The Syndicate continue to work together, that'll ensure that The Boston Buffoons won't win!! Jim Robson: Strafer and Winters are taking turns stomping away at Coop!! Strafer stomping Coop in the head, and Winters to the knee. Winters says something to Strafer, who nods in agreement. Winters grabs Strafer and Irish Whips him into the ropes... BACKDROP ONTO CONCRETE!!! Jack Anderson: Great teamwork!! That was like a Senton Bomb by Strafer!!! Jim Robson: Excellent double team move!! Winters motions for Strafer to do it again. Strafer Irish Whipped into the ropes again... Backdrop... NO!!! WINTERS WITH A DOUBLE CROSS!!! HE PLANTS STRAFER WITH A HUGE SPINEBUSTER AND COVERS!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . Strafer kicks out!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack Anderson: No!! Work together first, _then_ beat the hell out of each other!!! Jim Robson: Winters lifts Strafer and whips him hard into a turnbuckle!! Winters lifts Concrete and whips him towards Strafer!! Strafer uses the ropes to lift himself out of Concrete's way, and Concrete hits the turnbuckle hard!!! Strafer catches Concrete in a head scissors and... HURRICANRANA!!! Jack Anderson: This is fun watching Concrete get destroyed!! Jim Robson: Strafer to his feet... HE LEAPS AT WINTERS AND TACKLES HIM TO THE GROUND!! STRAFER HAMMERS AWAY ON WINTERS' FOREHEAD!!! Jack Anderson: I wish they'd stop doing that!! Hit Concrete!!!!! Jim Robson: Strafer tags in Gaijin. Gaijin to the top rope... 450 SPLASH ONTO WINTERS!!! HERE'S A COVER!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . Winters kicks out!!! Jack Anderson: C'mon guys, don't forget about Concrete!! Jim Robson: Good point Jack, because as Gaijin kicks away at Winters as Concrete crawls to his corner... and tags in Richard James!!! [Crowd Pop] Jim Robson: Gaijin is still unaware that Concrete has tagged out to James. James stands behind Gaijin just waiting... He's like a caged animal waiting to get at his pray... Gaijin turns... AND HE'S NEARLY DECAPITATED BY A LARIAT FROM RICHARD JAMES!!!! Jack Anderson: I HATE this guy!! Jim Robson: James lifts Gaijin quickly and PLANTS him with a DDT!!! James grabs Winters and sets him up... MICHINOKU DRIVER!!! James holds on for a cover!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . Stenzel breaks up the count!! Jack Anderson: Atta Boy Jeremy!! Jim Robson: That'll open the flood gates!! Here come Concrete and Strafer!! We have a wild 6 way brawl!! These six men have paired off and the referee has completely lost control!! JEREMY STENZEL JUST GOT LAUNCHED OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!!! RICHARD JAMES HAS CYCLONE GAIJIN IN THE AIR... DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!!! James and Concrete lift Strafer... BOSTON BOMB!!!! Now they move over to Daemon Winters... They lift him... BOSTON BOMB FOR WINTERS!!!! Concrete turns to watch Gaijin as James covers Winters!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!! Jeremy Stenzel breaks up the count!!! How'd he get up after that fall he took? Jack Anderson: I don't know! I always thought he was a pansy!! I guess his time with The Syndicate has toughened him up!!! Jim Robson: Stenzel dropkicks Concrete to the outside!! Stenzel grabs Winters' hand and drags him to the Syndicate corner. Stenzel climbs out to the apron, reaches over and tags himself in. Stenzel quickly into the ring, and he lifts Richard James and whips him into a turnbuckle. Stenzel slowly moves in and grabs James by the mowhawk... STANDING DROPKICK!!! Jack Anderson: C'mon Stenzel kick his ass!! Jim Robson: Stenzel leaves James and lifts Gaijin. Stenzel sets him up... PILEDRIVER!!! Stenzel covers!! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . Gaijin kicks out!!!! Jack Anderson: I'm starting to warm to this guy. Still not sure I trust Stenzel, but I think I could learn to like him. Jim Robson: Winters is finally back on his feet, yelling at Stenzel to get the job done. Look at the look of disgust on Stenzel's face as he glares at Winters. Stenzel lifts Gaijin and sets him up... Torture rack backbreaker!!! INTO A DIAMOND CUTTER OF SORTS!!!! There's a cover!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO STRAFER MAKES THE SAVE!!!! Jack Anderson: Oh that was close!!! Jim Robson: Stenzel up and stomps on Gaijin. Stenzel turns his attention to Richard James. Stenzel grabs James in the corner... TORNADO BULLDOG!!! Winters still shouting instructions to Stenzel. Stenzel lifts James and sets him up... VERTICAL SUPLEX!!... NO!! COOP CAME IN AND CLOTHESLINED STENZEL!!!! JAMES FALLS ON TOP OF STENZEL!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . Stenzel kicks out!! Jack Anderson: Look at Winters!! He's screaming at Stenzel!! Jim Robson: And I don't know why. Stenzel has faired very well in this match. Stenzel up and he walks over and SLAPS A TAG on Winters' shoulder!! Winters looks upset, and Stenzel just climbs out of the ring... and he's leaving!?!? Jack Anderson: Where's he going? Jim Robson: He's leaving!! Stenzel has had enough of Winters and he's hanging him out to dry!!! This isn't like Stenzel at all!!! Jack Anderson: Get back here you idiot!!! Jim Robson: Winters is just glaring at Stenzel, Richard James is up behind Winters... he spins him... SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!!!!!! Winters hits the mat hard!!!! Jack Anderson: This is no good!!! Jim Robson: James lifts Winters... THE HUMILIATOR!!! That's an inverted neckbreaker!! James lifts Winters... He has him up in the air for The Head Trip!!! CYCLONE GAIJIN NAILS RICHARD JAMES IN THE GROIN!!!! Jack Anderson: Phew, that was too close!!! Jim Robson: We would have been down to two teams!! I don't think Gaijin realized what was happening, he just saw an opening and took it!! Jack Anderson: That's why he's a champion!!! Jim Robson: Winters is still down, and now so is James. Gaijin tags in Strafer. Strafer lifts Winters and pushes him into a superkick by Gaijin. Winters falls into the ropes and now Gaijin whips Winters into the opposite ropes... Strafer's on the top rope... Gaijin catches Winters off the Irish Whip and lifts him... SPINNING DDT FROM THE TOP ROPE BY STRAFER!!!! That's The ThunderClap!!!! Strafer covers!! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Francine: The Syndicate have been eliminated!!!!!!! Jim Robson: We're down to the arch rivals!! It's The Lightning Bolts vs The Boston Bad Boys!! Jack Anderson: C'mon Bolts!! Anybody but Team 3:B!!! Jim Robson: It's Strafer and James in the ring. Strafer lifts James and puts him in a full nelson... RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX!!!!!!! Strafer lifts James again and whips him into the ropes... Dropkick takes James down!! Jack Anderson: This is great!!! Jim Robson: Strafer lifts james and whips him into the ropes again... HURRICANRANA!!! BLOCKED BY JAMES... INTO A DIVING POWERBOMB!!!! Did you see Strafer's head bounce off the canvas!?!?!? Jack Anderson: This sucks!!! Jim Robson: James is slow to get to his feet. Gaijin urging his partner to get to his feet and tag out, but Strafer is barely moving. James is up and staggers over to Coop... AND MAKES THE TAG!!! Coop in and he quickly gets his hands on Strafer. Coop lifts Hurricaine Strafer to his feet. He whips Strafer into the ropes... POWERSLAM!!!! Coop with a cover!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!! WE HAVE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!! Jack Anderson: NO WE DON'T!!! Jim Robson: Gaijin came off the top rope with that flying leg drop in the nick of time!!! Coop is hurt, but Richard James is back in!!! James nails Gaijin to the outside with a clothesline!!! James grabs Strafer and lifts him high in the air... HEADTRIP!!!!!!! THAT'S HIS VERSION OF THE BRAINBUSTER SUPLEX!!! Strafer is out!!! all Coop has to do is make the cover!! Coop is slow to get to his knees, and Gaijin hasn't gotten up on the outside as of yet!! Jack Anderson: No!! C'mon guys!! Jim Robson: Coop can't make the cover, he was really nailed with that flying legdrop!!! Coop is crawling towards James, but now sees Strafer and crawls in his direction!! Coop falls and drapes an arm over Strafer's chest!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!! STRAFER KICKED OUT!!!!! Jack Anderson: Wow!!! That was just way too close!!! Jim Robson: Coop trying to make a tag now. Gaijin rolls into the ring, so here comes James!!! The referee blocks Richard James... GAIJIN HAS ONE OF THE TITLE BELTS!!! He lifts Concrete!! James is still trying to get at Cyclone Gaijin, so the referee's back is turned!! Not like this!!! Jack Anderson: Yes like this!!! Jim Robson: Coop up, GAIJIN SWINGS THE BELT... AND MISSES!!!! COOP DUCKED!!! KICK TO THE STOMACH!!! COOP HAS THE BELT, AND HE SLAMS IT INTO THE SIDE OF GAIJIN'S HEAD!!!! Jack Anderson: That cheating bastard!!!! Jim Robson: James backs off as Coop tosses the belt aside... HURRICIANE STRAFER WITH A ROLLUP FROM BEHIND!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!! JAMES MAKES THE SAVE!!!! Jack Anderson: Get him outta there!!!!!!!! Jim Robson: Coop kicks Strafer in the stomach as they both get to there feet at the same time. Coop hooks Strafer up... Strafer blocks a Suplex attempt... FISHERMAN'S BUSTER BY STRAFER!!! Gaijin is up on the outside, and he staggers over to The Team 3:B corner... Richard James jumps down... GAIJIN THROWS SALT IN HIS EYES!!!!! JAMES HAS BEEN BLINDED!!! Strafer has the referee's back turned!!! Gaijin with a chair!!.. [CRACK!!!] Jack Anderson: Damn I love that sound!!!! Jim Robson: James is out on the floor!! Strafer lifts Concrete and whips him into the ropes... Strafer to the top rope, Gaijin rolls in, stands and lifts Concrete off of the Irish Whip!!! COOP THUMBS GAIJIN IN THE EYE AND DUCKS STRAFER'S TORNADO DDT!!! Strafer hits the mat hard!!! Coop grabs Gaijin... CEMENT MIXER!!!!!! Coop up, and he turns towards Gaijin in the corner... Strafer from behind spins Coop around... DDT!!!! Strafer hooks Coops legs!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . STRAFER HAS HIS FEET ON THE ROPES IN THE CORNER!!! . . . . . . . . REF LOOK!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING!! DING!! DING!!] Francine: The winners of this bout, and STILL IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THE LIGHTNING BOLTS!!!!!!!!! ["Thunderstruck" by AC/DC begins to play as the crowd boos.] Jim Robson: What a great match, and a lousy ending!! Jack Anderson: Nothing lousy about it. The right team won!! Jim Robson: Too bad they had to cheat!! Jack Anderson: Did the ref see anything? Jim Robson: No. Jack Anderson: Then officially, no one cheated! Jim Robson: That's a load of crap!! Jack Anderson: Who cares what you think? The Bolts are still champs! I'm happy, they're happy, it's all good. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [World title match] "Epic" Eric Travers vs "Method Man" Chris Fisher Francine: THIS MATCH IS FOR THE IWF/WOW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! The match is set for one fall with no time limit! Introducing the challenger and IWF/WOW Intercontinental champion... [The lights in the arena suddenly go out, sending the place into blackness. The faint swell of music is heard in the background...very soft...getting louder...and then...] Voice Over The PA: Hey...what can I say? Its just buisness... [Real Solution # 9 by White Zombie (non lyrical) suddenly blares throughout the arena, sending the fans into a frenzy of boos. The lights suddenly come back on with a distinct green tint to them, and begin flashing on and off. Stepping from behind the curtain is "The Method Man" Chris Fisher, who is basked in a tremendous heel pop. Behind him, the Jumbo-Tron flashes "FISHER" and shows stock footage of The Method Man, including shots of him posing in sunglasses with a smirk on his face, and shots of him hitting his finisher on several opponents.] Francine: About to come down the aisle, hailing from CHICAGO, ILLINOIS...he weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds...here is... "T H E M E T H O D M A N" C H R I S F I S H E R!!!! [Fisher stands for a moment in the enterance way as gold fireworks shoot off behind him. The Method Man looks around smugly at the crowd and takes a swig of bottled water before tossing it and making his slow and deliberate walk to the ring. Fisher is not too hugely built, though he is well defined. He has short brown hair, wetted down and combed down the front of his his head, a few strands over his forehead. "The Method Man" wears leg long black tights with green trim running down both legs and across the waist. "Fisher" is spelt in yellow letters down his right leg. Fisher wears simple black boots to go with this. Fisher casually strolls to the ring, and slides in under the bottom rope, immediatly climbing the turnbuckle and staring out with smug self-satisfaction out at the crowd who greet him with hearty boos and thrown debris. Fisher removes his sunglasses and tosses them all the way down to ringside where the time keeper bobbles and drops them. Fisher doesn't seem to notice much, and instead basks in the crowds reaction for a moment. In his mind, they love him. After a moment, Fisher hops back off as his music dies down and leans in the corner, a cruel smile on his face, waiting for his opponent...] Francine: And his opponent... [Most of the crowd stand silent, in anticipation, and surprisingly begin to cheer loudly as "Sad But True" by Metallica begins to play over the sound system.] Jim Robson: Listen to this!!! Eric Travers is actually being cheered!!! I never thought I'd see the day!! Jack Anderson: I guess these fans aren't one hundred percent idiots after all. I don't get it, they booed him earlier tonight!! Francine: Accompanied to the ring by his manager Tricia Lane. From Toronto, Ontario, standing six feet two inches and weighing 267 pounds, here is... THE IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.... "E P I C" E R I C T R A V E R S!!!!! [As the opening riff ends, and the second riff of the song starts, Eric Travers steps through the curtain, followed by Tricia Lane. Travers is, as he is every time he changes music, wearing black trunks, knee pads, elbow pads and boots. Tricia Lane is wearing a tight black dress, and has her auburn hair tied up in a ponytail.] Jim Robson: We should have expected this. Every time Travers has a big match... Big match... I think I know what Travers means by BMZ. Jack Anderson: What? Jim Robson: Big Match something. I guess the Z would stand for Zone? Jack Anderson: He's in a zone!! I think you're smarter than you look [Travers begins his slow walk down the aisle. Travers is uncharacteristically quiet as he walks to the ring, staring straight at Chris Fisher, never acknowledging the fans, or their cheers.] Jim Robson: Many athletes talk about being in the zone when they're at their best, and Travers obviously is no different. He's a much better wrestler when he's focused, like I'm sure he will be tonight. Jack Anderson: We're in for a classic!! [Travers climbs the ring steps slowly, and methodically up to the ring apron, and then steps through the ropes. Tricia Lane stays on the outside, and Travers walks over to a corner, leans against a turnbuckle, and waits for the bell to ring, never taking his gaze off of the challenger.] Jim Robson - There's a lot of tension in the air. [DING DING DING!] Jim Robson - They lock up. Fisher tries for a hiptoss but is unable to lift Travers. Jack Anderson - Good block by Travers. Jim Robson - Travers bounces Fisher off the ropes and faceslams him onto the mat. Jack Anderson - Quick start for Travers! Jim Robson - Travers moves back to his feet. Fisher with a kneelift! Fisher tries for a body slam but is not strong enough to lift Travers! Travers picks up Fisher and delivers a tilt-a-whirl suplex. Travers executes the sleeperhold on Fisher. The referee is checking the situation... Travers tightens the hold... Fisher is screaming in pain... Travers tightens the hold. Jack Anderson - I don't know how much longer Fisher can hold on. Jim Robson - Fisher escapes with a back suplex! Travers almost won the match! Jack Anderson - Travers rolls to the floor for a quick breather but Fisher follows him out! Jim Robson - Travers smashes Fisher's head into the apron! Chop to the chest! Body slam! Jack Anderson - Travers can't get a pin at ringside. Jim Robson - Michael Hall starts the count. Travers smashes Fisher's head into the railing! Fisher is bleeding as a result. Tricia Lane clotheslines Fisher! Jack Anderson - WHAT THE HELL? What is Lane trying to do? Get her ass kicked? Jim Robson - Fisher climbs to his feet. Travers is hit with a backward kick. Jack Anderson - Sneaky recovery move by Fisher. Jim Robson - Travers is back on his feet. Travers uppercuts Fisher. Fisher gets caught with an elbowsmash to the face. Travers chants start in the crowd! Jack Anderson - The fans hate Fisher that much? Travers is ignoring the positive response. Jim Robson - Travers and Fisher move back into the ring. Travers executes a headlock takedown. "Fisher sucks" chants start in the crowd. Fisher gets back to his feet. Travers gives Fisher a reverse neckbreaker. Travers goes for a slingshot suplex into a stunner on Fisher! Fisher blocks! SLINGSHOT SUPLEX BY FISHER! Here's the count! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jack Anderson - Fisher with a great move. Nearly won with Travers' move. Jim Robson - Springboard bulldog by Fisher! He covers! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Fisher is arguing the count. Travers grabs Fisher's leg and takes him down. Fisher gets back to his feet. Fisher legsweeps Travers. Travers stands up. Fisher tries for a belly-to-back suplex but it's blocked! Travers gouges Fisher's eyes out. Travers gets up off the ground and Fisher hits him with a flying dropkick! Jack Anderson - My God!! What a match! Jim Robson - Now Travers standing. Travers hits Fisher with the back of his elbow. Travers kicks Fisher in the head. Travers hits Fisher with an elbowdrop. Travers moves back to his feet. Travers misses Fisher with an elbowdrop from the second turnbuckle! Fisher gets back to his feet. Fisher tries for a back suplex but Travers shifts his weight and falls on him! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jack Anderson - Travers is showing some agility tonight. Jim Robson - Travers picks Fisher up and side suplexes him to the mat. Travers covers Fisher hooking the leg. Michael Hall counts. ONE! TWO! FISHER ESCAPES! Jack Anderson - Travers was so close!! Jim Robson - Fisher grabs Travers by the trunks and drags Fisher to the floor! Michael Hall starts the count. Fisher gets thrown into the steps! Travers comes over and smashes Fisher's head into it! Travers gets caught with an elbowsmash to the face. Travers nails Fisher with a belly-to-back suplex. Travers executes a swinging neckbreaker on Fisher. Travers rolls Fisher back into the ring. Fisher gets hit with a fisherman suplex by Travers! Hall makes the count! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jack Anderson - Travers with a kick to the stomach. Travers executes a piledriver on Fisher! Jim Robson - Travers chokes Fisher! Travers with a slingshot suplex into a stunner on Fisher! The Epic Ending! Travers goes for a pin. Michael Hall counts the pin. ONE! TWO! THR... NO! KICKOUT! Jack Anderson - WHAT?! MY GOD! FISHER KICKED OUT! Jim Robson - Travers is arguing the slow count. FISHER WITH A LOW BLOW! Hall missed it! Fisher grabs Travers by the hair and punches his forehead. Fisher bounces Travers off the ropes and clotheslines him! Jack Anderson - Almost took his head off! Jim Robson - Fisher stomps Travers's head. Fisher hits Travers with an elbowdrop. Fisher gets up. Travers is back on his feet. Travers gets thrown into the corner and gets boot choked by Fisher. Travers lifts Fisher up and drops him on his knee. Fisher stands up. Travers lifts Fisher into a vertical suplex! [Travers chants start in the crowd.] Jack Anderson - Good vertical suplex by Travers. Jim Robson - Travers covers Fisher hooking the leg. Michael Hall counts the pin. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jack Anderson - That was almost the end of the match right there! Jim Robson - Fisher gets up. Travers picks up Fisher and drops him neck first on the ropes! Hot shot! Travers hits Fisher with an elbowdrop from the second turnbuckle. Fisher moves back to his feet. Travers uses a cradle suplex on Fisher! ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP! Jack Anderson - Fisher just will not give up! Jim Robson - Travers is back on his feet. Travers chokes Fisher with his boot. Fisher sucks chants start in the crowd. Travers kicks Fisher in the groin! Jack Anderson - Michael Hall didn't like that. He pulled Travers off of Fisher and is threatening to DQ him. Jim Robson - Fisher from behind... Fisher gouges Travers's eyes out! Fisher kicks Travers in the groin! Fisher behind Travers. ROLLING GERMAN SUPLEXS! Here's the count after the last one! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Fisher can't believe that. Irish whip into the ropes... HOT SHOT! Travers is staggering around on his feet. Fisher delivers a low blow to Travers! Jack Anderson - Hall is in Fisher's face yelling at him about the low blow! He doesn't get any respect from these wrestlers! Jim Robson - Now Travers standing. Travers dropkicks Fisher to the face! Fisher recovers and charges the tired Travers... SPINE BUSTER! Travers executes a piledriver on Fisher! Jack Anderson - Good piledriver by Travers. He covers! ONE! TWO! TH... NO! KICKOUT! Fisher rolls out of the ring! Jim Robson - Travers is doing quite well at this point in the match. Jack Anderson - Travers argues the slow count. He notices Fisher on the outside and chases after him. Fisher rolls back in. Travers rolls back in... Fisher with an elbow drop! Jim Robson - Fisher gets up. Fisher tackles and begins punching Travers. Travers rakes the face of Fisher in attempt to make a come back. Fisher picks him up and delivers a fireman's carry into a face slam! Running neck breaker by Fisher! He covers! ONE! TWO! TH... KICKOUT! Jack Anderson - Great comeback by Fisher. Jim Robson - Irish whip into the ropes. DIVING ELBOW BY TRAVERS! Jack Anderson - He nailed Fisher square on the jaw. Jim Robson - Travers hiptosses Fisher. Belly to belly suplex! Fisher is wobbly. Travers with a running power slam! Travers piledrives Fisher into the mat! Here's the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Fisher is up again. Fisher gets tiger suplexed by Travers! Travers whips Fisher into the ropes... Fisher with a clothesline! No! Travers caught him in a t-bone suplex! Travers with a slingshot suplex into a stunner on Fisher! The Epic Ending! Travers covers Fisher. Michael Hall counts the pin! ONE! TWO! THREE! [DING DING DING!] [Most of the crowd is cheering as "Sad But True" by Metallica begins to play over the sound system.] Francine - THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND STILL IWF/WOW WORLD CHAMPION... "EPIC" ERIC TRAVERS! Jim Robson - What a pay per view! Jack Anderson - NO! NO! NO! Fisher should have won! What the hell? Fisher, you're the man! Jim Robson - See you next week!