IWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOW The following is a presentation of the ______ __ __ ______ ____ __ _____ __ __ /\__ _\ /\ \ __/\ \/\ ___\ / /\ \ __/\ \/\ __`\/\ \ __/\ \ ™ \/_/\ \/ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \__/ / /\ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \/\ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ _\ / / \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \_\ \__\ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \/ / / \ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \_\ \ \ \_/ \_\ \ /\_____\\ `\_______/\ \_\/_/ \ `\_______/\ \_____\ `\_______/ \/_____/ '\/__//__/ \/_/_/ '\/__//__/ \/_____/'\/__//__/ IWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWFWOW Jim Robson: Welcome to WrestleWar 3 "Just Be Thankful" Pay Per View live from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada! There is a lot to be thankful for at this time of year. Canadians celebrated Thanksgiving last week and Americans celebrated Columbus day! Several wrestlers are thankful tonight as well! Let's look at tonight's card. [6 Man Battle Royal "A"] Angel of Death - former IWF/WOW champion The Big Hit - newcomer making a name for himself Jaason Steele - member of the Syndicate stable Paul Krutsch - NICW World tag team champion Sean Ryder - young up and comer Steppenwulf - returning veteran [6 Man Battle Royal "B"] Astral - Attack on Steppenwulf could lead to trouble Bullet - Lots of people looking to get their hands on him Daemon Winters - Syndicate members looking to meet in the winner's match? Kuwasi "Blackfist" Shakur - former WOWer enters IWF/WOW Magnus Colby - top star returns Mike Marconi - Will his attack on Astral and Bullet be forgotten? But then again, they should... JUST BE THANKFUL!... to appear on a PPV! [IWF/WOW World tag team & U.S. National titles match] - Winners get all the belts! Man who wins match, decides who wears which title for his team! - Closed cage match! Pain Inc. [New Badd Attitude & Payne] vs New Millenium [Fusion & John Van Mann & James Monosso] Old school vs new school. The New Millenium claims that the old school is getting all the breaks in the IWF/WOW. Kyle Combs was allowed to defend 1/2 of the World tag team belts in place of the injured Johnny Maple. The New Millenium may have a point. Will they get screwed again? But then again, they should... JUST BE THANKFUL!... they are getting a chance to win the World tag team championship in addition to the US National championship! [IWF/WOW Intercontinental vs NICW Transcontinental title match] Hightower vs Chris Fisher The NICW has not sanctioned this match! But President Ishikawa seems to have other motives. He is ignoring the NICW and he is "forcing" Chris Fisher to defend his belt in a title vs title match! But then again, he should... JUST BE THANKFUL! [IWF/WOW World title match] - "Run the Gauntlet" Match - 2 men start, winner moves on to face next wrestler continuning until champ enters last to defend his title! Cooper Concrete vs Steve West vs Razor Ron Jeremy vs Prophet Cooper got a break as he is the champ heading into the match. He will enter last after his opponent has already wrestled. His opponent may have wrestled 2 other men by the time he gets to Cooper! But then again, they should... JUST BE THANKFUL!... that they received a title shot. Jim Robson: Anthony Edwards is standing in the ring, ready to conduct an interview, so let's go up to the ring. [The camera changes to the main camera, and shows Anthony Edwards standing in center ring.] Anthony Edwards: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time would you please welcome, with his manager Heath... ["Hell's Bells" by AC/DC begins to play over the loudspeakers, and the crowd jumps to it's feet cheering wildly, drowning out Anthony Edwards. As the first 'BONG' is heard, the lights go out and an "A" shines in white on the aisleway. The second 'BONG' is heard and an "o" is shone in white just below the "A". A few seconds later a third 'BONG' plays, and another white light shines a "D" in the aisleway. Seconds after that, a fourth 'BONG' is heard and a white spotlight shines on the entranceway. As the guitar riff begins, the crowd erupts seeing Heather step through the curtain. Heather is a gorgeous woman, with long blond hair, and a very nice figure. She wears a tight black sequined dress that is cut thigh high, and black heels. Heather takes a few steps, and then turns and claps her hands together, joining the crowd's cheering. A brief time later, The AoD steps out from behind the curtain, and stands surveying the crowd with his hands on his hips. The AoD wears a plain black mask that has an open chin. He also wears a black sequined robe, and traces of his white wrestling boots can be seen. Heather turns and walks down the aisle with a beautiful smile on her face, followed a few steps behind by the AoD, who has a slight grin on his face as he continues to survey the crowd. Heather reaches the ring steps, and climbs them, followed by the AoD. The AoD holds the middle rope up, and steps on the bottom one to let Heather climb into the ring. Once she's in, the AoD climbs in and walks to center ring. He stands with his back to the camera and spreads his arms revealing the words "Angel of Death" in white sequins. As he does this, Heather stands just to his left, and white fireworks explode in front of him, on the other side of him from the camera's perspective. The lights then return, and the music fades, as the AoD goes and stands beside Edwards. The crowd begins to quiet down as the AoD motions for them to quiet down.] Anthony Edwards: AoD, before we start, I must tell you that that was as loud as I've ever heard a crowd at an I/W event. AoD: We have the best fans in the world, there's no doubt about it. [The crowd cheers loudly again, and an "AoD" chant starts.] Anthony Edwards: There are a few questions I want to ask of you, and the first concerns tonights two battle royals. Your thoughts, as you prepare to enter one of two six man battle royals here tonight. AoD: The first question I have is why? Why are we having these two battle royals, follwed by a match between the winners on the next Mayhem? Can somebody tell me what it is I'm fighting for? Is there simply a big paycheque waiting at the end, or is there a shot at some gold out there waiting for me to come and grab it? I don't know what the answer is, but as of right now I don't give a rat's ass!! You see, whenever I step between the ropes, there's always one major motivating factor, and that's pride!! There's no doubt in my mind that I'm the best the IWF/WOW has to offer, and I'll be out here tonight, facing those 5 stiffs, and tossing each of their carcasses over the top rope, and to the floor. Once that's done, I'll face the winner of Battle Royal "B" on Mayhem, and deliver a sound beating to him. Anthony Edwards: Of your five opponents in this battle royal, one has come out and challenged you to a match on Mayhem, and that was newcomer The Big Hit. AoD: One simple word can be used to describe The Big Hit... IDIOT!!! [A small "AoD" chant starts] AoD: I realize how hard it is getting your career in a new organization started, but c'mon!! Not only does this goof choose to challenge an I/W legend, but he hurls petty insults that make absolutely no sense at all. _I_ stole _your_ look? I got my Oakley's _where_? Listen up you stupid little punk!! Next time you get a chance, take a look at the rankings. You don't get to 65 wins by being a pushover!! You don't become the number one contender by being the stepping stone to some new blood!! You're either too ignorant to understand what you've gotten yourself in to, or else you're just plain nuts!! Either way, it all boils down to this Big Hit. I ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE!! [The crowd pops] AoD: So one week from tonight, you get your one on one match. But tonight, you get a little taste of what you've gotten yourself in to. Tonight, the AoD will walk to this ring, and walk out the winner, and there's nothing that you Big Hit, or the other 4 stiffs can do about it!! [Crowd pop] Anthony Edwards: AoD, since your return, you've talked of preserving the history of the I/W, and it seems fitting that your first pay-per-view event since your return is the return of Wrestle War. However it must be bittersweet, since it was around two years ago at Wrestle War 2 that the late Derrick DaMann, with an assist from Rick Styles, took the IWF/WOW World Title from around your waist. AoD: You know, it really just serves as a reminder to me, what my purpose of returning as the AoD really is. I'll be keeping a close eye on that main event Gauntlet match tonight, and believe me, if I see Prophet or anyone else trying to pull any of their tricks, I'll be right there to take care of business!! [Crowd pop.] Anthony Edwards: So you're saying that you'll have your "sheriff's" hat on? AoD: Yeah, a nice big ten gallon hat, just like Prophet said... ["Sad But True" by Metallica begins to play over the loud speakers. President Ishikawa walks out from behind the curtains to a loud pop from the crowd. He walks to the ring, climbs the steps, and steps through the ropes, walking straight over to Edwards and the AoD.] Anthony Edwards: To what do we owe this honour President Ishikawa? Prez Ishikawa: Well Anthony, I was in the back listening to the AoD and some of the things he said gave me an idea. [turns to the AoD] Eric, you said that you were going to watch over the match, and I also want to see a clean finish as much as these fans do. So tonight, you _will_ watch over the Gauntlet match for the IWF/WOW World Title, and you will watch over it from inside this very ring!! Because _you_ will be the Special Referee of tonight's main event!!! [The crowd cheers loudly] [President Ishikawa nods at both men, and promptly leaves the ring.] AoD: Well, I'll say _this_ much. I will guarantee you all that whomever walks out of tonight's main event the champion, will definately deserve to be the IWF/WOW World Champion!! Fade to black!! ["Hell's Bells" by AC/DC blares out of the sound system, as the AoD and Heather leave the ring to the cheers of the crowd.] Jim Robson: Wow!! A bombshell dropped by President Ishikawa just moments ago. The Angel of Death is going to referee tonight's Main Event, and I for one am very happy to hear that. [Backstage camera in Hightower's dressing room.] Hightower: Where is my wallet? What did I do with it? WHO SPRAY PAINTED LOSER ON THE WALL?! Jim Robson: Someone vandalized Hightower's dressing room and stole his wallet. Voice from Backstage: I LOVE YOU, MAN! ["Give me my money back" by BFF comes on, and to a huge pop comes IWF/WOW Paper Cruiserweight champ, Sean Ryder, wearing a multicolored luchadore mask, and 'Jesus follows slowly in tow, his dirty clothes and eating ice cream sandwiches. Sean parades down the aisle, jumps up on the ring apron and springboards off, then rolls back in. It all impresses the crowd, then our crazy champ takes the mic.] SSR: Ladies, gentlemen...hoochie mamas. [Women in crowd cheer.] SSR: I thought I told you last time! Keep the panties on! Now...like I was going to say, pay attention to the middle of the ring, and look at wrestling's true rarity, true oddity...an interesting cruiserweight! [Fans cheer again.] SSR: Your IWF/WOW cruiserweight champ, tonight, has a whole lot of things he has a problem with. First of all, dogs. More specifically, female dogs. Bitches. They don't stop barking, and there's one bitch in particular that doesn't stop barking, doesn't shut his mouth, and can't live up to his own self hype. Bullet, I know you're watching. A few weeks ago on Mayhem, I FRIED your ass. No, check that, I RODE your ass Rough Ryder style. It was a fair, square cruiserweight battle for the IWF/WOW Cruiserweight belt that sits around my slim waist... [Sean rubs the paper belt.] SSR: And you lost, you put it all out, and you lost. Yet, you run your mouth for open contracts, trying to wrestle anyone, anybody, yet your win-loss record at the moment makes Steve Corino look like Bill Goldberg! [Crowd cheers again.] SSR: So tonight, I'm just giving you a little fair warning. It's not gonna be a sneak attack in the Battle Royal you're involved in, it's gonna be our own personal war, even if we are in different fights. I'm gonna come out there, and shut you up MYSELF! Bullet, you're like another one of those guys with more mouth than skill. Unlike you, Bullet, and I've proved it... [SSR runs to the ropes and springboard somersaults back on his own two feet. Crowd cheers again.] SSR: I've got all the moves I need to back up my mouth. [SSR yanks off the mask.] SSR: As for the poor guy act, Bullet, you make at least 400 grand a year just like everyone else in the back. You've been warned, Bullie. Tonight you've got your little chubby digits full. [Crowd cheers one more time, 'Jesus jumps up and down like a little retard.] SSR: Now on to other buisness. Like I said earlier, I am the IWF/WOW's rare commodity. I'm an interesting cruiserweight. But, I don't want it to stay that way. Us, the cruiserweights, are the future of pro-wrestling! We are the guys who do backflips off the turnbuckles, sprinboard bulldogs, guillotine legdrops and small packages...all in the same move. I can't see to see bastards like Bullet, bland bastards, heel bastards, bastards who can't seem to shut the hell up! Tonight, I want to rally all cruiserweights who feel like it's time for them to rise up and take their place among the top levels of wrestling, follow ME! [SSR waits for someone...anyone to comes out of the entrance, but noone does.] SSR: I can wait here all night, but we've got more matches. Just remember my offer, all of you! And do not forget...no matter how hard you boo, or if you bite my d!ck while giving head, or if you run over my foot in the parking lot... SSR AND Crowd: I...LOVE...YOU...MAN! [Give me my Money back by BFF comes on, and Sean Ryder and 'Jesus leave the ring area as quickly as they came out.] Jim Robson: Interesting character to say the least. The first of the Battle Royals is next! ------------------------------------------------- [A stretch white limo pulls up to the VIP red carpet area of the arena, and out steps Kelly James, the manager for Cooper Concrete. She is dressed in a white business suit, with a revealing black blouse, but she exits the limousine alone.] Anthony Edwards: Kelly! Where is Cooper Concrete? Kelly James: I haven't seen him since BattleCentre. I thought he would be here... [Cut back to ringside table.] Jim Robson: Cooper Concrete is still not here! Let's pan the crowd and look at all the signs in the stands! These people are maniacs! Look at that fan in the front row wearing an AoD mask, a COOPER 3:B Puffy Finger sign, and a Hightower T-shirt! He's holding up a sign. [Sign: Hey Jim! Call me the "I/W Fan!"] Jim Robson: I guess that's his name! IWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWFWOW 6 Man Battle Royal "A" Angel of Death vs. The Big Hit vs. Jaason Steele vs. Paul Krutsch vs. Sean Ryder vs. Steppenwulf IWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWFWOW Jim Robson: Well, here we go with this battle royal extravaganza! Get ready for some great action. ["Give me my money back" by Ben Folds Five begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers and laughs at Sean Ryder, but he gets a huge pop.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Mexico, New York standing 5 feet 11 inches and weighing 220 pounds, here is ... SEAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN RYYYYYYYYYYDER!!!!! [No one comes out.] JR: Ummm... folks I don't know what to say. Sean Ryder isn't coming out. Francine looks confused but she's going to continue the introductions! ["All Star" by Smash Mouth begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 233 pounds, here is ... The Big Hit! [No one comes out.] JR: This is getting ridiculous! Wait! Here comes Paul Krutsch… ["Guilty" by Gravity Kills begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd gives a loud heel pop.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Chicago, IL standing 6 feet 6 inches and weighing 280 pounds, here is ... "ARMED & DANGEROUS" PAUL KRUTSCH!!!!! [From behind the curtains busts a large man wearing no shirt to show off his large muscular build. He looks around through his mirrored silver wrap-around Ray-Bans then runs his hand through his brown hair that is combed forward shaved on the sides and longer on the top. He has on black wrestling boots and black full length leg tights that read "Armed" down one leg with the "&" mark on his package and "Dangerous" down the other leg all in white lettering. "ADPK" is written on his butt in white lettering. After sizing up the crowd he looks to the ring and stalks his way in, jeering at some fans. He gets into the ring and calmly awaits the match with a cocky grin on his face.] JR: Finally someone wants to wrestle! Next, the one and only... ["Hell's Bells" by AC/DC begins to play over the loudspeakers, and the crowd jumps to it's feet cheering wildly. As the first 'BONG' is heard, the lights go out and an "A" shines in white on the aisleway.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 258 pounds, here is ... THE ANGEL OF DEATH!!!!! [The second 'BONG' is heard and an "o" is shone in white just below the "A". A few seconds later a third 'BONG' plays, and another white light shines a "D" in the aisleway. Seconds after that, a fourth 'BONG' is heard and a white spotlight shines on the entranceway. As the guitar riff begins, the crowd erupts seeing Heather step through the curtain. Heather is a gorgeous woman, with long blond hair, and a very nice figure. She wears a tight black sequined dress that is cut thigh high, and black heels. Heather takes a few steps, and then turns and claps her hands together, joining the crowd's cheering. A brief time later, The AoD steps out from behind the curtain, and stands surveying the crowd with his hands on his hips. The AoD wears a plain black mask that has an open chin. He also wears a black sequined robe, and traces of his white wrestling boots can be seen. Heather turns and walks down the aisle with a beautiful smile on her face, followed a few steps behind by the AoD, who has a slight grin on his face as he continues to survey the crowd. Heather reaches the ring steps, and climbs them, followed by the AoD. The AoD holds the middle rope up, and steps on the bottom one to let Heather climb into the ring. Once she's in, the AoD climbs in and walks to center ring. He stands with his back to the camera and spreads his arms revealing the words "Angel of Death" in white sequins. As he does this, Heather stands just to his left, and white fireworks explode in front of him, on the other side of him from the camera's perspective. The lights then return, and the music fades as the AoD removes his robe. He wears black tights with "AoD" in white vertical lettering on the left leg.] Jim Robson: The "I/W Fan" high-fives the AoD and scream into the cameras! Looks like he just touched his idol! I hope he doesn't wet himself! This match still isn’t official, but the two men are already going at it! AoD is hitting some heavy rights... ["More Human Than Human" by White Zombie rumbles up over the PA system and through the rafters as the lights dim to blackness, the screen at the ring entrance flashing the words "Are you ready for pain?" one word at a time. The crowd boos.] Francine: Ladies and gentlemen, now on his way to the ring, hailing from the mean streets of the Windy City, Chicago, Illinois, standing at six feet, four inches tall and weighing in at 257 pounds, here is... J A A S O N S T E E L E ! ! ! [The music suddenly hits its hardcore riff and fire shoots up from either side of the entrance, Steele coming out from behind the curtain in a determined, yet slow walk. Fireworks explode above Steele's head as he stands just outside the curtain, the fireworks not even fazing him one bit. The lights begin to strobe in the arena and lasers flash everywhere in the arena, a spotlight moving to catch Steele as the pyro dissapates. The screen above him shows various acts of carnage that Steele has been a part of in his illustrious career, from when he put a three hundred pound opponent through a windshield with a Tombstone piledriver, to when he was power bombed from the second floor to the first floor, through two tables that were stacked on each other. His eyes look out over the crowd, his face stern and unyielding. His mouth is surrounded by a thin brown goatee to match his very short brown hair and his wide, hazel eyes. The screen shows more carnage, as Steele can be seen somersault senton back splashing onto someone on the outside of the ring, where they are set up on a flaming table. Steele is young, in his middle twenties, but his eyes show much more aging than just those years, as the horrors that he has witnessed have obviously enslaved a part of his brain to insanity. More footage play as Steele is shown going for a football tackle, only to miss the evading opponent and spear right into a lightpost. He begins to make his way down to the ring slowly, glancing at the crowd almost without care, wearing only a pair of black denim shorts and black boots, with a black kneepad around his right knee. His wrists and fists are taped, all of the way up to his forearm, and his hands slowly rub over the tape as he looks out over the crowd. His chest and back are covered with scars and tattoos, the tattooes being a black horseman, riding a black horse, and brandishing a broad sword on his right shoulder blade, while a tattoo of the legendary Phoenix, rising up from flames is on his left breast. The footage continues, with Steele lifting a smaller wrestler to his shoulder with a gutwrench before running and jumping off the apron to power bomb the smaller opponent through the announcer's table with a delayed seated gutwrench power bomb, the move that he calls Deliverance. Steele's arms bear tattoos as well, his left arm bearing a single cord of rope, which is tied at the junction between his tricep and bicep. His right arm bears the tattoo of a small band of barbed wire, which cuts off at his bicep to allow space for two Colt .45's that are crossed at the barrel and smoking. The footage shows another clip, this one of Steele leaning back against the guardrail only to have his opponent smash him over the head with a chair, his face being busted open, bleeding from just over the eye. Steele slides slowly beneath the bottom rope as he reaches the ring, and then remains kneeling as he looks over the crowd and at the referee and ring announcer. Steele then suddenly jumps to his feet and throws his hands down toward the mat, fire exploding from all around the ring, Steele quickly moving to a turnbuckle to climb and look out over the crowd, more fireworks going off above the ring, his eyes remaining wide and his face bearing an insane grin as the house lights return.] JR: Well here we go, here’s Steele, and we’ve got 3 men in the ring, AoD seems like he’s in some trouble, Steele and Krutsch have got him double teamed! DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!!! Steele is working on Aod while Krutsch is coming off of the ropes… LOU THESZ PRESS FROM KRUTSCH!!!!!! THIS MATCH STILL ISN'T OFFICIAL!!!! [The growl of a tiger is heard, then "Psycho Man" by Black Sabbath plays and the crowd has a severely mixed reaction. From the back, a very broad-muscled man emerges. Standing next to him is a small Thai female, no older than seven or eight. The man wears a sleeveless "robe" made of Tiger Furs, and pants made of tanned Tiger hides underneith. The little girl wears a shirt and shorts made of tanned Leopard hides.] Nick Gardner: From the Continent of Asia. Standing at 6'2" and weighing in at 300 lbs... here is... S T E P P E N W U L F_!!! [The fans stretch out to try to touch Steppenwulf. All they manage is to russle up his already shaggy black hair.] #The Midnight Hour approaches... #The Killing Chill takes over him... #His Victims will not know when he appears! #The lust of Death's possession... #Will overtake his Psycho Mind. #He won't be happy until he smells their fear! #He's the Angel of Death! Angel of Death! #PSYCHO MAN! PSYCHO MAN! LOOKIN' FOR A VICTIM WHEREVER HE CAN! #He's the Angel of Death! Angel of Death! #PSYCHO MAN! PSYCHO MAN! HE'S A KILLER! #Addicted to the madness... #The taste of Death that lives within... #He loves it when he takes their final breath! #Stalking gives him pleasure... #Killing is the final act... #He takes no picks, with his lust for Death! #He's the Angel of Death! Angel of Death! #PSYCHO MAN! PSYCHO MAN! LOOKIN' FOR A VICTIM WHEREVER HE CAN! #He's the Angel of Death! Angel of Death! #PSYCHO MAN! PSYCHO MAN! HE'S A KILLER! JR: Steppenwulf now in the ring, AoD is still in trouble… now THREE MEN TAKING HIM DOWN!!! AND THE MATCH __STILL__ ISNT OFFICIAL!!!! The ref is calling for the bell… [Bell tolls.] JR: And __now__ were underway… but where on earth are Sean Ryder and The Big Hit???? [The referee begins counting out Ryder and Big Hit! In the ring. AoD is back on his feet, handling Steele, while Krutsch and Steppenwulf are going at it on the other side…] 1. . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5. . . . 6 ["All Star" by Smash Mouth begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 233 pounds, here is ... The Big Hit! [He is wearing a black leather jacket with black gloves and black leather wrestling pants with the white letters "TBH" down the side and a pair of black leather boots.] JR: HERE COMES THE BIG HIT!!! HERE COMES THE BIG HIT!!!! HE’S GOT A CHAIR!!! BUT WHERE IS RYDER????? 7 . . . 8 . . . 9 . . . . . . . . . . 10!!!!! [Referee yells at Francine and returns to the action in the ring, while TBH climbs up the apron with the chair.] Francine: THE REFEREE HAS COUNTED OUT SEAN RYDER! HE IS ELIMINATED! JR: TBH has no trouble getting into the ring with that chair… HE BLASTS STEELE WITH THAT CHAIR!!! THE REF IS BLIND!!! WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE???? [Crowd pops.] JR: Here comes the ref, and he takes away the chair. . . Steele is down and out! TBH isn’t throwing him out! Everyone is attacking Krutsch, who is busy taking hard hits from the AoD! TRIPLE TEAM ON KRUTSCH, AND STEELE IS STILL DOWN!!!! There’s no one to save Paul Krutsch now! [Pop from the crowd.] JR: Aod makes the smart move, and stays away from the ropes while Steppenwulf and The Big Hit work in collaboration to dismantle Krutsch. Steppenwulf off of the ropes… FOOTBALL TACKLE! TBH off the ropes, FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!!! Both men are picking up Paul Krutsch… HERE COMES STEELE!!! STEELE IS UP!!! AOD IS STILL WATCHING FROM THE OTHER SIDE!!! STEPPENWULF HAS PICKED UP KRUTSCH, STEELE IS COMING OFF THE ROPES... CLOTHESLINE FROM BEHIND!!!!! HE HIT STEPPENWULF BUT KRUTSCH FLEW OUT OF THE RING AND LANDED FLAT ON HIS WALLET!!!! [The crowd pops and Steele holds his head after he realizes what he has done.] Francine: PAUL KRUTSCH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! JR: Here comes the Big Hit now, on Steele, in the meantime we’ve got Aod and Steppenwulf on the other side! TBH is commanding the situation here, he whips Steele off the ropes… TILT A WHIRL SLAM! FOLLOWED BY A MASSIVE LEG DROP!!! Aod whips Steppenwulf, he bends over, Steppen catches the telegraph and kicks him in the face… DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT BY STEPPENWULF! [Crowd pops.] JR: Well, TBH is leaving Steele on the ground again, and that may not be such a smart idea. TBH goes straight for Steppenwulf. Whip to the ropes by TBH, Aod and Steele are still down... Steppenwulf is back, and OH DEAR! A FAME –ASSER FROM THE BIG HIT! [Crowd pops, a fan is holding up a sign that says “eat more beaver” a chant ensues.] JR: Boy do we have an _“UNFORGIVING”_ crowd tonight or what??? Steppenwulf is getting up, Aod is still down, but Steele is getting up now too. Looks like TBH is getting rid of Steppenwulf, HERE COMES STEELE, HERE WE GO AGAIN!!! Steele off the ropes, he runs toward TBH… HE STOPS!!! HE STOPPED!!! [Steele is waving his finger “ah ah ah...”] JR: STEELE TURNS STEPPENWULF AND TBH AROUND!! STEPPENWULF WAS AS GOOD AS GONE!!! FRONT-FACE DDT BY STEELE ON TBH!!!! Aod is __still__ down!!! So is Steppenwulf! Steele is picking up TBH, he’s going to the corner… is it? YES!!! It’s the MISERY’S HAND!!! MISERY’S HAND ONTO THE BIG HIT! TBH IS GONNA BE DONE FOR!!!! [Aod is still down, and Steppenwulf is getting up, he’s still wobbly so he’s hanging on the ropes.] JR: Well it looks like Steele has got TBH where he wants him, whip to the ropes, VERTICAL SUPLEX FROM STEELE TO SEND TBH OUT OF HERE!!!!! We're left with three men! Francine: THE BIG HIT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! [TBH gets up onto the apron and starts arguing with the ref, as Steppenwulf is hanging on the ropes, and Aod is STILL down.] JR: TBH has got his eyes on Steppenwulf, whose hanging on to the ropes in the corner… TBH has got him! A stiff right… A VERTICAL SUPLEX FROM THE APRON STRAIGHT TO THE GROUND!!! HE MUST HAVE BROKEN EVERY BONE IN HIS BODY AFTER THAT ONE!!! Francine: STEPPENWULF HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! [Crowd pops, and some gothic looking kid rips up his Steppenwulf sign in the audience.] JR: Well folks that leaves us with two… but this isn’t lasting long… Aod is laying out in the middle of the ring, here comes Steele about to pick him up. Its all over now… [Aod pops to his feet, leaps up, and pulls off a perfect hurricarana on Steele.] JR: HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM! HE WASN’T KNOCKED OUT AT ALL! NO ONE EVEN PAID HIM ANY ATTENTION AND NOW HE’S GOT STEELE WHERE HE WANTS HIM!!!! Here’s Aod again, pulling Steele to the center of the ring. LEGDROP! STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP!!! Wait… what’s this??? Who is that coming down the ramp??? [Hightower shows up on the ramp, and is carrying a chair. He begins to run down the ramp, and Aod, with Steele stunned on the ground, is bracing himself, and getting into stance.] JR: Steele is getting up… he doesn’t see Hightower… Steele goes off the ropes for a springboard… HIGHTOWER CATCHES HIM WITH THE CHAIR!!! THAT’S CHAIRSHOT NUMBER TWO TONIGHT FOR STEELE!!!! THE REF IS OFF CHASING HIGHTOWER OUTSIDE THE RING!!! WE HAVE NO REF!! WE HAVE NO REF!!! [Crowd is now chanting “na na na na… hey hey… good bye”.] JR: Aod has it now for sure! He is picking up Steele… REVERSAL FROM STEELE! STEELE JUMPED OUT OF HIS ARMS!!! BRAINBUSTER FROM STEELE!!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!!!! THERES NO REF IN HERE!!!! SOMEBODY GET US A REF!!!! [Crowd is having a mixed reaction.] JR: STEELE IS UP! I CANT BELIEVE IT! AFTER TWO CHAIRSHOTS, HE’S UP! He’s picking up Aod now. He’s got him… HE THREW OUT THE ANGEL OF DEATH!!!! STEELE HAS WON!!! [The ref is still arguing with and chasing Hightower.] JR: AOD IS GETTING BACK INTO THE RING!!! STEELE IS CELEBRATING!!! THE MATCH ISNT OVER!!! THERE IS NO REF!!! [Pop from the crowd.] JR: Aod turns Steele around… kick to the stomach! PILEDRIVER!!! AND HERE COMES THE REF! HIGHTOWER HAS LEFT AND HERE COMES THE REF!!! [Pop goes the weasel… I mean… er… crowd(?).] JR: THIS IS AN ATROCITY! AOD HAS GOT STEELE... UP… AND… OUT!!!! JR: THE ANGEL OF DEATH WINS!!! THE ANGEL OF DEATH WINS!!!! Francine: Your winner of our first battle royal, THE ANGEL OF DEATH!!!!!! JR: Well it’s hard to say that that match didn’t have its fair share of controversy… but wonderful action nevertheless. The second Battle Royal is next! --------------------------------------------- [Near the VIP area.] Kelly James: Have you seen Cooper? Hightower: Sorry. I have other things to worry about. IWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWFWOW 6 Man Battle Royal "B" The Bullet vs. Daemon Winters vs. Kuwasi "Blackfist" Shakur vs. Astral vs. Magnus Colby vs. Mike Marconi IWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWFWOW [Anthony Edwards is backstage with Ryder and 'Jesus, and Ryder looks quite confident.] Edwards: Why on Earth have you gone on such a rage with Bullet? SSR: Simple, because rat bastards like him need... [Bullet charges Sean Ryder out of nowhere, and starts stomping on him until 'Jesus throws him off, then Bullet starts beating on 'Jesus. Ryder gets back up and Bullet and him brawl until officials break it up. Ryder walks back over, holding his head.] Ryder: You know of course...THIS MEANS...WAR!! Jim Robson: The Bullet and Ryder are headed for a showdown! Francine: The following contest is tonight's Battle Royal "B"!!! [Crowd pop.] ["Some X Shit" by DMX starts to play to a loud amount of boos as the lights dim and the spotlight hits the entranceway.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Queens, New York, standing 6 feet 1 inches and weighing 234 pounds, here is the Supreme Technical Wrestler... BULLET!!!!! [Bullet comes out from behind the curtain to an even louder chorus of boos. He's wearing a "Hightower for IWF/WOW Janitor" T-Shirt over his wrestling gear. He makes his way down the aisle tauting the fans and threatning to hit some of them. He flips the bird and argues with a group of men and the spits on them as the crowd starts booing even louder. Bullet enters the ring climbs a corner and gives the crowd an evil look.] ["ULTRA" by KMFDM begins to play over the loudspeakers. The men boo as the women cheer.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from New York, New York standing 6 feet 5 inches and weighing 253 pounds, here is ... ASTRAL! [A muscular man with long brown hair walks down the ailse. He waves to the ladies and smiles. He's wearing an open denim jacket and denim pants. He slides into the ring and flexes showing off to the ladies] ["Sabbath Bloody Sabbath" by Black Sabbath begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd has a mixed reaction, as hardcore wrestling fans cheer Colby, but most boo him.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Chicago, Illinois standing 6 feet 6 inches and weighing 275 pounds, here is ... "The WidowMaker" MAGNUS COLBY!!! [Magnus comes out to ringside wearing simple black denim shorts and black boots. He wears a black Widow Maker T-shirt which features a black widow spider against a spider web. The spider has a red hourglass on it. Blood drips from two of the appendages.] ["Wasting my Hate" by Metallica begins to play over the loudspeakers.The crowd has a mixed reaction but lots of booing.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, standing 6 feet 1 inches and weighing 238 pounds, here is ... DAEMON WINTERS!!!!!!!! [Winters steps through the curtain with a sneer. He wears his usual wrestling gear, long tights with a crimson slant design starting at the crotch and ending just below the knees. He has black boots with his initials DW in crimson on the outsides. His black hair is slicked back as usual and his icy blue eyes glare at his opponent with hatred. He turns to look at the fans with disgust. And then a sudden explosion thunders behind him and he stalks to the ring menacingly. He steps through the ropes, never taking his eyes off his opponents, and waits impatiently for the bell to ring.] ["Police State" by dead prez begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd has a mixed reaction.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from New York City's South Bronx, standing six feet nine inches and weighing 290 pounds, here is ... KUWASI "BLACKFIST" SHAKUR!!! [Shakur walks to the ring] [The Italian National Theme 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 tow 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.] DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! Jim Robson: The bell sounds, and this battle royal is underway. The six men, immediately pair off, as Marconi and Shakur start punching away at each other. Colby and Winters are off to another side of the ring grappling, as are Bullet and Astral. Jim Robson: Astral is really going hard after Bullet. Ooohh, thumb to the eye by Astral, followed by a wicked left cross!! Bullet is backed into a corner, and Astral is continuing to pound away at him!! Jim Robson: Marconi has Shakur in trouble in a corner. Shakur is holding onto the top rope for dear life, as Marconi continues to try and gain some leverage to toss out "Blackfist". Jim Robson: Colby has Winters set up in a corner... [SMACK!!!] Jim Robson: What a reverse knife edge by Colby!! There's an elbow to the side of the head!! Colby pulls Winters out of the corner... Colby scoops Winters and slams him to the mat!! Jim Robson: Shakur just poked Marconi in the eye, and is now stomping away on Marconi Jim Robson: Astral just rolled out of the ring... He's grabbing a chair!! Astral rolls back in... [CRACK!!!!] Jim Robson: ASTRAL JUST DECKED BULLET WITH A CHAIR!!! HE SWINGS AT COLBY, BUT MAGNUS DUCKS!!! [CRACK!!!!] Jim Robson: ASTRAL CAUGHT SHAKUR IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD, AND SHAKUR HAS FALLEN OVER THE TOP ROPE, AND TO THE FLOOR!!!! Francine: KUWASI "BLACKFIST" SHAKUR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!! Jim Robson: Shakur is gone, and Astral is still holding that chair high in the air. Astral is going back over to Bullet, who is just now starting to move after taking the first chair shot from Astral. BULLET PUNCHES ASTRAL IN THE GROIN!!! Astral drops the chair, and one of the referees has pulled it out of the ring!! Bullet is reaching into his tights... He's putting something on his hand... He has a pair of brass knuckles!!!! BULLET JUST DECKED ASTRAL WITH A PAIR OF BRASS KNUCKLES!!!! Bullet puts the knuckles back into his trunks, and lifts Astral to his feet... KILLUMINATI!!!! Astral taken out with that tornado DDT!! Bullet lifts Astral, AND TOSSES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE, AND TO THE FLOOR!!!! Francine: ASTRAL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!! Jim Robson: Astral and Shakur are gone so we're down to four. Colby, Winters, Bullet, and Marconi. Winters attacks Bullet from behind. Winters TOSSES BULLET OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! Jim Robson: BUT BULLET HANGS ON, AND ROLLS BACK IN UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE!!! That was a close call for Bullet. Winters reaches for Bullet, but is stopped by and elbow to the back of the head from Marconi. ["Give me my money back" pops on again, and Sean Ryder comes out of the ring entrance, in luchadore garb except for his blue jeans and white sneakers, holding a mic. Bullet's attention spins to Sean. 'Jesus is not around.] Sean: Bullet, Bullet, Bullet. Your crybaby ass wasn't prepared to see me, where you? You're about to suffer a whole lot of pain to your head, wouldn't worry about brain damage a whole lot cause you were born retarded. When you wake up, I will be stomping you, handing your ass to you on a skewer, then just as you wake up, you'll see me go to the top rope, moonsault you, pick you back up, and get you with the Rough Ryder. [Bullet makes the "bring it on" gesture, but he doesn't see 'Jesus coming from behind with a chair.] Sean: Just one last thing, Bullie. No matter how much this hurts, no matter how much blood may come from your nose... Sean and Crowd: I LOVE YOU, MAN! ['Jesus cracks Bullet across the head with a chair hard, then Sean runs down to the ring, slides in, and starts stomping on Bullet. All the other competitiors back off. Sean goes to the top rope, works the crowd a little, and hits a beautiful moonsault on Bullet. He then lifts Bullet up, puts him in position, and gets him up...Rough Ryder! Ryder quickly rolls out of the ring, the crowd going insane.] Jim Robson: BULLET IS DOWN, ATTACKED BY SEAN RYDER AND 'JESUS!! Mike Marconi lifts Bullet, and deposits him prone form over the top rope, and to the floor!!! Francine: BULLET HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!! Jim Robson: Bullet is eliminated by Mike Marconi, but following a sneak attack by Sean Ryder and 'Jesus. None the less we're down to three men. Magnus Colby, Daemon Winters, and Mike Marconi. Jim Robson: Winters attacks Marconi from behind, and Colby joins Winters in stomping away on the "Meatmachine"!! Winters and Colby lift Marconi and whip him into the ropes... DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!!! Winters and Colby lifts Marconi again, and set him up... DOUBLE SUPLEX!!! It appears Winters and Colby are teaming up to try and eliminate Marconi! Jim Robson: The two men lift Marconi again... Marconi drops to the mat, and takes down Winters in an ankle lock!!! Colby just looks on, and is now stomping away on the back of Winters' head!!! Jim Robson: Marconi lets go, and lifts Winters to his feet. Marconi lifts Winters... Kneebreaker... FOLLOWED BY A VICIOUS LARIAT!!!! Jim Robson: Marconi stands... COLBY DROPS MARCONI TO THE MAT WITH A LARIAT OF HIS OWN!!!! Colby lifts Winters to his feet, near the ropes... COLBY WITH A RUNNING CLOTHESLINE!!! DAEMON WINTERS DUCKS AND BACKDROPS COLBY OVER THE TOP ROPE, AND TO THE FLOOR!!!!!! Francine: MAGNUS COLBY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!! Jim Robson: There goes one of the pre match favorites. Magnus Colby is gone, and we're down to two, Mike Marconi and Daemon Winters!! Winters immediately goes after Marconi. Winters lifts Marconi to his feet and whips him into the ropes... TILT-A-WHIRL SIDE SALTO SUPLEX!!! Great move by Winters!! Winters stands, and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Winters leaps... MOONSAULT!!! MARCONI MOVED!!! Jim Robson: Both men slowly get to their feet, Marconi grabs a hold of Winters and sets him up... PUMP HANDLE SLAM!!! Marconi lifts Winters, and he's trying to get him over the top rope!! [Crowd pops.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER IS RUNNING TO THE RING!! What's he doing out here!?!?!?!? Hightower goes over to Marconi and Winters, and shoves Winters!!!! Winters is falling over the top rope, and he's taking Marconi with him!!! WINTERS IS HANGING ON TO THE TOP ROPE, AS MARCONI HITS THE FLOOR!!! WINTERS ROLLS BACK IN AND HIGHTOWER CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! Francine: MIKE MARCONI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!! Your winner... DAEMON WINTERS!!!!! ["Wasting my Hate" by Metallica begins to play over the loudspeakers.The crowd has a mixed reaction but lots of booing.] Jim Robson: Winters wins it!! Winters' night isn't over yet though!! Winters and Hightower are going at it tooth and nail in the center of the ring!!! These two plain _hate_ each other!! There's a sea of officials entering the ring now, and they're seperating these two from each other!! Pain Inc. takes on the New Millenium next! -------------------------------------------------- [Near the VIP area.] Kelly James: Have you seen Cooper? Steve West: No. Didn't you come with him? Kelly James: He told me to meet him here... IWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWFWOW IWF/WOW World tag team & U.S. National titles closed cage match Pain Inc. [Kyle Combs & "The Rocket" Richard Blair & Payne] vs. New Millenium [Fusion & John Van Mann & James Monosso] Winners get all the belts! Man who wins match, decides who wears which title for his team! IWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWFWOW Francine: The following contest is set for one fall with a 20 minute time limit, and this 6 man Tag Team Match will take place inside an Enclosed Steele Cage, and the match is for both the IWF/WOW Tag team Titles and the IWF/WOW US National Title! [pop from the crowd.] Francine: Introducing the first team.... ["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, he is one half of the IWF/WOW Tag Team Champions, here is ... "THE ROCKET" RICHARD BLAIR!!!!! [THE ROCKET RICHARD BLAIR goes through the curtain and then walks down the aisle. The Rocket enters the ring area to countless pyrotechnics and fire which he walks through to enter the ring. Once he reaches the apron 12 rocket like pyro stream across the roof and explode and lead to the lights returning to the arena. Wears a leather jacket to the ring with Badd Attitude written on the back and the picture of rockets on the front. Shorts are black vinyl with Badd Attitude on the back and Rockets on the front with BLAIR on top of it.] ["Cheat To Lose" by Jim's Big Ego begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd has a mixed reaction, but the majority of marks can be heard with a chorus of boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Ridgefield, CT, USA standing 6 feet 1 inches and weighing 310 pounds, here is ... "THE RAGE OF RIDGEFIELD", PAYNE!!!! [All of a sudden, the house lighting changes to a blue hue. Shortly after the opening strains of the music, a huge figure dressed entirely in black street clothes makes his way down the asile. He is wearing shades, has long brown hair, and a goatee to match. A few brave fans try to psyche him out, but he threatens them back into their seats] ["Echoside" by The Insane Clown Posse begins to play over the loudspeakers.] [The crowd boos.] Francine: Ladies and Gentlemen, coming down the aisle, being led to the ring by Phil Clinton. He hails from Calgary, Alberta, Canada. He comes to the ring standing 5 feet 10 inches and weighing in at 220 pounds. He represents Pain Incorporated. Here is........... KYLE COMBS!!!!! [Kyle Combs and Phil Clinton make their way to the ring. Combs is wearing black trunks with "Pain Inc." written down his left leg in blue. Clinton is wearing a black suit. They get to the ring and Kyle slides in under the bottom rope and walks to the nearest corner. Combs climbs to the second turnbuckle. Combs scans across the crowd as he raises both fists in the air. Combs then runs his left thumbs across his throat and then climbs down. Combs finally walks over to his corner where Phil clinton gives him a few strategic tidbits.] Francine: And their opponents.... Jim Robson: Well, I really don't know WHAT happened to the New Millenium. They haven't been seen or heard from since... wait a minute... ["Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by Smashing Pumpkins begins to play over the PA. The crowd rises to their feet as one, and cheers... then... The Jumbotron kicks up, and shows a scene from outside, in the parking lot! A space has been cleared... and as the music blares loudly, in the building and out, a HELICOPTER slowly makes its way down to the pavement below.] Jim Robson: A helicopter?! What in the world? [The helicopter, a sleek black vehicle with no markings on it, lands neatly in the parking lot. The rotors slowly come to a stop, but even before they do, the side door slides open... and out strides the U.S. National Champion, the man known as Fusion. He is dressed in his trademark black leather pants, boots, and armpads... but most noticable is that he wears the US National title belt proudly about his waist. He slings his sledgehammer across his shoulder, and sirens begin to blare as the first chorus hits.] [The sirens draw closer, and we see four police motorcycles escorting a pair of limosuines into the parking lot. The first limosuine pulls up, and the driver quickly moves out of the vehicle, around to the back, and opens the door for Al Steel. The diminutive Steel, wearing a New Millenium jacket and black pants, marches over to the second limosuine, and opens the door for John Van Mann. Van Mann confidently steps forth from his vehicle, with a pair of female hands waving good bye, and small voices wishing him good luck, from the seat which he just vacated. The aerial expert is wearing a multi-colored singlet, blue and green, with a yin-yang symbol on the front and his name on the back. Even with darksunglasses on, his face exudes confidence. The second chorus pops up, as a rumbling sound is heard.] [Suddenly, a loud CLANG reverbates throughout the parking lot, and a manhole cover lifts up off the ground! A familiar face pops up through the manhole... the face of James Monosso. Monosso grins his sick, deranged grin, and slowly creeps up out of the hole, like some unholy monster rising out of the primordial ooze. He rises to his full height, clad in his silver-and-black single-strap singlet, with his cutoff "PROPERTY OF STATE MENTAL INSTITUTE" T-Shirt over the top half of it.] [The three men stand side by side, and march to the building as one. Quickly, they move through the outer door, and across the short distance from there to the ring entrance. At that time, a familiar voice-over says:] VOICE-OVER: IT'S TIME TO BRING IN... ...THE __NEW__ __MILLENIUM__!!! [... and as the three men hit the aisle, the crowd goes BERSERK!] Jim Robson: My God, they came from the sky, the land, and from underground, all to get to Pain Incorporated! [The New Millenium storms to the ring as multi-colored laser lights flash across the building. They circle the ring, and quickly reach the door.] [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Jim Robson: Okay well all 6 men are in the cage and the cage door has been closed.....and starting off the match it looks like we will havea US National Title rematch with Payne starting off against Fusion. The two circle each other....they lock up....and Payne just pushes Fusion across the ring very easily!!! [Payne shoots a smile at Fusion who gets back to his feet and goes to lock up with Payne again.] Jim Robson: Fusion goes to lock up with payne again...no Fusion nails him with a knee to the mid-section...and another one! Fusion grabs Payne by the hair and drags him to the corner...and he starts nailing the head of payne against the turnbuckle!!! [The fans cheer for this as Combs and Blair yell at the ref to stop what they are seeing.] Jim Robson: Fusion drags Payne out of the corner.....Irish Whip to the ropes....Bacl Elbow by Fusion! He picks Payne up to his feet....Arm Bar applied by Fusion as he drags Payne to his corner....and he tags in John Van Mann!!! [Van Mann climbs up to the top ropes and nails a Double Axe Handle to the head of Payne and Payne falls to the mat.] Jim Robson: Payne is down and John Van Mann starts kicking away at him! He picks him up....Irish Whip to the ropes again....and Van Mann with a Jumping Spin Kick that hits Payne right in the face and Payne goes down! [The crowd pops as Payne goes down holding his face.] Jim Robson: Van Mann picks Payne back to his feet.....DDT by Van Mann!! Van Mann picks Payne back to his feet.....an Inverted Russian Leg sweep by John Van Mann!!! He gets Payne back to his feet....Van Mann bounces off the ropes....BULLDOG BY VAN MANN!!!! HE GOES FOR THE COVER.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Th..... Jim Robson: No a kickout by Payne!!! [Van Mann looks at his teamates with a bit of shock on his face, thinking he had Payne, but he continues to work away on him.] Jim Robson: John Van Mann kicks at Payne a few times, he drags Payne to his corner...and he tags in James Monosso! [Monosso gets in the ring...and nails Payne with a right hand to the head.] Jim Robson: I must say I am impressed with how The New Millenium has been keeping Payne away from his corner and they have been working away on him, keeping the other two fresh men out of the ring! [Monosso whips Payne to the ropes.] Jim Robson: Irish Whip by Monosso....he bounces off the ropes himself, goes for a Clothsline....Payne ducks it....Monosso spins to face him....Payne with a kick to the gut....FACESLAM BY PAYNE!!! [Both men are not moving much on the mat, but Payne is trying to get his senses about him and to get to his corner.] Jim Robson: Well Pain Inc may have the advantage here if Payne can get to his corner and tag in either Combs or Blair! [Payne drags himself to his corner...and Monosso is crawling after him trying to stop him.] Jim Robson: Payne is almost there, he's almost got it....NO....Monosso grabs the foot of Payne and he can't quite reach the tag....NO HE GETS IT AND TAGS RICHARD BLAIR!!! [Blair immediatly climbs up to the top ropes.] Jim Robson:I don't think Monosso saw the tag and he is back on his feet kicking at Payne....BUT FROM THE TOP ROPES BLAIR NAILS MONOSSO WITH A MISSLE DROPKICK!!! HE GOES FOR THE COVER.... REF: One..... . . . . . Tw..... Jim Robson: No Monosso kicks out!!! [The crowd boo's at Pain Inc but gives a round of cheers in support of The New Millenium.] Jim Robson: Blair gets Monosso to his feet....Snap Suplex by Blair! He goes for the cover.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Thre..... Jim Robson: No Monosso with his shoulder up at the last second! I could have sworn thathe might have had him right there! [Blair gets to his feet and just brutally starts kicking away at James Monosso.] Jim Robson: Blair gets Monosso to his feet...and he throws him out of the ring!!! [Monosso gets tossed out of the ring and hits the cage wall, slumping to the ground, the crowd boo's as Blair climbs the ropes and waits for Monosso to get to his feet.] Jim Robson: Richard Blair is perched waiting for Monosso to get up....Monosso is slowly getting to his feet...he spis around....here comes Blair with a Double Axe Handle from the top....BUT NO MONOSSO MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND SHOVES BLAIR RIGHT INTO THE CAGE WALL!!!! [The crowd pops as Monosso takes a moment to compose himself, then goes to pick up Blair.] Jim Robson: Well thanks to some quick thinking by Monosso the match is back in control of The New Millenium! James Monosso picks Blair up....OH MY GOD SANITARUIM SUPLEX RIGHT INTO THE CAGE WALL!!!! [The crwod cheers again as Monosso tosses Blair back into the ring, folling him back in, and tagging in Fusion.] Jim Robson: Fusion is back in this match and he looks damn determined right now! He picks Blair up....AND NAILS HIM WITH A HARD RIGHT HAND!!! Now he picks him up....and what's this?? He's dragging Richard Blair back to his own corner! [The fans give a confused pop as Fusions teamate's both get a confused look on their face.] Jim Robson: Fusion drags Blair to Blair's own corner....he wants Kyle Combs! [Fusion points a finger at Combs and tells him to get into the ring.] Jim Robson: Fusion wants a piece of Kyle Combs!!1 And Combs wants a piece of him as well!!!! [Kyle Combs makes the tag and climbs in the ring, and immediately charges Fusion and the two start punching away at each other.] Jim Robson: AND HERE THEY GO!!!! THE FISTS ARE FLYING HERE!!!! Fusion gets the upper hand...Irish Whip to the ropes....AND A BIG BACK BODY DROP BY FUSION!!!! He tags in Monosso. Monosso picks Combs up by the waist... THE END OF THE MILLENIUM!!! [Fusion with a top rope lariat drives Combs into a Monosso Skyhigh Powerbomb, planting him for the Frog Splash by Van Mann.] Jim Robson: HERE'S THE COVER.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Thr..... Jim Robson: No, the count is broken up by Payne! We have all 6 men in the ring right now!!! [All 6 men in the ring are fighting away with each other.] Jim Robson: Keep in mind folks that this match is a non-disqualification match, so this is legal right now! The ref has his back turned....Kyle Combs with a low blow on Fusion... [Combs picks up Fusion in an inverted vertical suplex into a Tombstone.] Jim Robson: THE AFTERMATH!!! James Monosso picks up Payne.... MINDBENDER!!!!! [At the exact same time, Kyle Combs pins Fusion, and James Monosso pins Payne after the K-driller.] Jim Robson: Here's a cover.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . THREE!!!!! [DINGDING] [DINGDING] [The crowd is confused as on one side of the ring Pain Inc is celebrating, and on the other side of the ring The New Millenium is celebrating. Both sides think they have won the match.] Jim Robson: Well there is some confusion going on in the ring right now as to who officially won the match. Kyle Combs is saying that he has Fusion pinned....but james Monosso is also saying that he pinned Payne! The ref is talking something over with the timekeeper, it looks like we are about to have an announcement made finally.... Francine: Here are your winners of the match..... T H E N E W M I L L E N I U M ! ! ! [The crowd pops as the referee hands the US national Title back to Fusion, and alsdo hands The New Millenium the tag team titles. Meanwhile, Pain Inc is furious and is saying that their team won the match.] Jim Robson: Well it appears that we have some controversy going on here, we have had the match winner declared as The New Millenium...but i could have sworn that Kyle Combs and Fusion were the two legal men, so technically I guess that Pain Inc should have won the match but I am not too sure of what is going on here! [The New Millenium holds all three belts up in the air for the fans to see and they give a pop.] Jim Robson: Well I guess it is a just a matter of who will hold what title, James Monosso will chose who wears which belt on the next Monday Mayhem! The Intercontinental title is on the line next! ------------------------------------------------------- IWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWFWOW IWF/WOW Intercontinental title match: Hightower (champion) vs. "The Method Man" Chris Fisher (NICW Transcontinental champion) IWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWFWOW Francine: This next match is set for one fall with a 20 minute time limit and it is for the IWF/WOW Intercontinental Championship! [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: Introducing first, 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.... ["Trip Like I Do" by Filter/Crystal Method 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 271 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Amy, he is the current IWF/WOW Intercontinental Champion, here is ... H I G H T O W E R ! ! ! [The fans continue their face pop, it gets louder, as Hightower along with Amy finally steps out from behind the curtain at the enterance way, and then pauses, looking around the arena at all the fans cherring for him, and a smile spreads across his face, although he still has a confident, no-nonsense look on his face. Hightower is in his early 20's. He has short brown hair with blonde streaks in it, green eyes, and a brown, short trimmed goatee. He is wearing black Nike Cross Training shoes, along with black track pants, with two thin silver stripes on each leg. He wears a red football jersey, with black lightning bolts on the shoulders, that look like they are coming from the back to the front. The numbers are in silver lettering, and the number is "71" on the arms, chest and back. The name on the back in silver lettering is "Hightower". As Hightower scans back and forth, all of the sudden pyro's go off right at the top of the enterance way, and some minor fireworks go off above his head, at the top of the JumboTron. As Hightower and Amy make their way down to the ring, he ineracts with the fans as Amy waves to them, and Hightower is slapping hands, patting younger children on the head.] Jim Robson: The "I/W" fan high-fives Hightower and give him the thumbs up. [When they gets to the ring and climb in, they go right to the center of the ring. Amy stands in front on Hightower and leans against him with her arms crossed and a cocky smile on her face. Hightower makes a fist and lightly taps his heart with the closed fist, then slowly raises his right arm in the air, and pyro's shoot out of the ringposts, and fireworks go off mainly above the ring, but also all around the arena. Then spotlight then shuts off, and the house lights come back on as the smoke clears and Hightower waits for the match to start as Amy gets out of the ring.] [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Jim Robson: The two circle each other....they hook up in a Collar & Elbow Tie Up.....and Hightower just pushes Fisher across the ring in a display of strength! [The crowd pops as Hightower glares at Fisher, who is flat on his butt on the mat, slowly getting to his feet giving Hightower a look.] Jim Robson: Fisher is back on his feet.....he goes to lock up with Hightower again and once again Hightower pushes Fisher across the ring in an amazing display of strength! [The crowd pops again as Fisher gets a look of agitation on his face as he gets back to his feet.] Jim Robson: Fisher up to his feet and suprisingly wants to lock it up with Hightower again...they go to lock up....But Fisher with a knee to the mid-section on Hightower....and another one.....Fisher goes for the Irish Whip but it's reversed by Hightower and he sends Fisher to the ropes....and Hightower Clotheslines Fisher over the top rope to the outside of the ring!! [Hightower backs off from the ropes as The Syndicate swarms Fisher to see if he is okay. JIm Robson: Well it is unfortunate for Hightower but not only does he have Fisher to contend with, but he also has to worry about Jason Steele, Paul Krutsch, and Daemon Winters on the outside of the ring! [Fisher tells The Syndicate to back off as he gets closer to the ring apron, and Hightower approaches the ropes to pull Fisher up, but Fisher grabs him by the ankle and pulls him out of the ring.] Jim Robson: Fisher pulls Hightower out of the ring, and he starts hammering away with hard rights to the head. Fisher grabs the head of Hightower...AND SMASHES HIS HEAD INTO THE GUARDRAIL!!! Now Fisher with Hightower up to his feet....SENDS HIM FLYING INTO THE RING STEPS WITH AN IRISH WHIP!!! [Hightower is on the ground in a pile, and Fisher starts kicking away at him. Then the ref gets out of the ring and gets between Fisher and Hightower and Fisher starts distracting the referee, and then The Syndicate runs over to Hightower and starts kicking away at him violently. Then they pick him up and throw him into the ring, as Fisher finally follows.] Jim Robson: Well there we see The Syndicate is like what Hightower said, a bunch of piranha's, as soon as they smell blood they attack! Fisher now back in the ring....he sends Hightower to the ropes with an irish Whip....AND A FLYING FOREARM TAKES HIGHTOWER DOWN!!! FISHER GOES FOR THE COVER.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... Jim Robson: No and a kickout by Hightower!! Fisher picks Hightower up on his feet, he sets him up for a Piledriver....no Hightower with a Back Body Drop!! [The fans pop as on the outside of the ring Amy claps for Hightower, and The Syndicate grits their teeth because Hightower once again has the advantage.] Jim Robson: Hightower with Fisher....he gets him back to his feet...he sets him up...SNAP SUPLEX BY HIGHTOWER!!! The Intercontinental Champ gets back to his feet...and he drops the leg across the throat of Fisher! Hightower drags Fisher back to his feet....Hightower bounces off of the ropes...SUNSET FLIP BY HIGHTOWER AND A PIN.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Th..... Jim Robson: No Fisher with a counter pin.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Thr..... Jim Robson: No Hightower kicks out! Both men to their feet and just staring each other down right now! [Fisher glares at Hightower with a snarl on his face, and Hightower gleams a devilish like smile at Fisher.] Jim Robson: Hightower and Fisher and exchanging words right now, Fisher and Hightower are walking closer to each other still trash talking....Fisher says something and points to Amy...Hightower charges at Fisher....but Fisher takes him down with a combination Drop Toe Hold and Bulldog!! [Fisher sits on the mat beside Hightower and flashes an evil grin and he yells at the fallen Hightower.] Jim Robson: Fisher drags Hightower back to his feet...he sends him to the turnbuckle with an Irish Whip.....Fisher comes charging in and a Clothesline on Hightower!!! [Hightower slumps in the corner somewhat and now Fisher has a cocky confident look on his face.] Jim Robson: Fisher keeps Hightower in the corner, and a Knife Edge Chop by Fisher echo's throughout the building! [Fisher does a lame "WWWHHHHHOOOOOOOO" Ric Flair impersonation, and the crowd boo's as Fisher chuckles to himself, then he delivers another knife edge cop that can be heard throughout the arena.] Jim Robson: The impact for those chops must be brutal! Fisher nails Hightower with a couple of jabs to the jaw....he drags him out of the corner, he goes for another Irish Whip....no reversal by Hightower and he sends Fisher flying into the corner....AND HIGHTOWER FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A BIG HIGHTOWER SPLASH!!!!! [Hightower delivers another Irish Whip sending Chris Fisher flying to the opposite turnbuckle, hitting hard.] Jim Robson: Chris Fisher is against the opposite turnbuckle now....Hightower charges in....AND ANOTHER BIG HIGHTOWER SPLASH ON FISHER!!!! [Hightower backs away from Fisher, who staggers out of the corner towards Hightower.] Jim Robson: Hightower with a kick to the gut on Fisher....POWERBOMB BY HIGHTOWER!!!! HE GOES FOR THE COVER..... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Thre..... [Daemon Winters hops up on the ring apron and starts yelling at Hightower, and consequently at the same time Hightower stops the cover and the ref stops the count.] Jim Robson: What's this Daemon Winters getting involved in the match??? He is up on the ring apron and the ref is trying to get him off of the ring apron.....here comes Hightower. [Hightower walks up towards Daemon Winters, who turns his yelling towards Hightower, who just stands there and sucks it up for a moment, then he turns around and decks Daemon Winters who falls off of the ring apron, much to the delight of the fans.] Jim Robson: Hightower nails Winters who goes flying off of the ring! Hightower is yelling down at Winters....wait from behind Fisher grabs Hightower....INVERTED DDT BY FISHER AND HE GOES FOR THE COVER..... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Three..... Jim Robson: No Hightower kicks out! [The fans pop for Hightower as Amy shouts out words of encouragement for him, and both men are dazed and not moving on the mat.] Jim Robson: Well so far both men have had their toll of punishment in this match, and thus far we have not seen any heavy interference from the Syndicate members on the outside of the ring! [Both men slowly start to get back to their feet....in the meantime the fans really get behind Hightower.] Jim Robson: The fans are really supporting Hightower right now as he is getting back to his feet but at the same The Method Man is getting back to his feet, both men turn to face each other....Fisher with a right hand...NO IT'S BLOCKED AND RETALIATED BY HIGHTOWER!!! Hightower starts nailing Fisher with hard right hands and The method Man is staggering back!!! Hightower nails him with a kick to the gut....Hightower runs at the ropes....SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT BY HIGHTOWER!!!! [The crowd gives a huge pop as Hightower gets back to his feet, and walks to the ring ropes and starts yelling at The Syndicate members on the outside of the ring, who respond back with some rude comments of their own. Then Hightower turns his attention back to Chris Fisher.] Jim Robson: Hightower drags Fisher back to his feet....he nails him with a hard right hand that sends Fisher staggering against the ropes....Hightower charges....NO FISHER DUMPS HIM OUT OF THE RING WITH A BACK BODY DROP!!!! [Hightower crashes down to the floor, and Fisher distracts the referee while The Syndicate swarms around Hightower and starts attacking him.] Jim Robson: And here comes the pack again and they are just destroying Hightower....Paul Krutsch holds Hightower from behind....Jason Steele with a chair and he nails it in the gut of Hightower.....now a wicked shot over the back of the head!!! AND NOW A CHAIR SHOT TO THE BACK ON HIGHTOWER AND HE IS IN PAIN AS THE SYNDICATE CONTINUES TO KICK AWAY AT HIS FALLEN BODY!!!! [Amy runs from the other side of the ring and runs to the aide of Hightower, but for some reason The Syndicate gets out of her way and leaves Hightower alone as soon as she runs over.] Jim Robson: What is this??? Amy has come over to stop the beating on Hightower, but as soon as they saw her coming The Syndicate backed off. [Amy helps Hightower to his feet and is giving him some advice as he tries to climb back into the ring.] Jim Robson: Hightower is trying to get back into the ring....he is climbing up on the ring apron and Fisher is helping him up by grabbing a fist full of hair....The Method Man has Hightower set up, he lifts him up....SLINGSHOT SUPLEX BY CHRIS FISHER!!! HE GOES FOR THE COVER... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Thre..... Jim Robson: NO HIGHTOWER KICKS OUT, HIGHTOWER KICKS OUT!!!! [Fisher looks at amazement down at Hightower, suprised that he kicked out, then looks at the ref and demands that he got a three count, while him and the referee start to argue, with the ref putting his foot down and Fisher looking very angry and annoyed.] Jim Robson: Well somehow Hightower kicked out after the punishment he received from the outside of the ring, and the continuing punishment that he has received from Chris Fisher but somehow he manages to keep on going here! [Fisher picks up Hightower and nails him with a Bodyslam....then starts kicking away at Hightower.] Jim Robson: Fisher getting very aggressive here as he kicks away at Hightower! Fisher picks Hightower up to his feet....he nails him with a punch to the gut and Hightower is doubled over...Fisher bounces off the ropes....he charges at Hightower....no Hightower gets him up on his shoulders.....DEATH VALLEY DRIVER BY HIGHTOWER....DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!!! [The crowd goes nuts as both men are down on their feet....all of the sudden Hightower springs up from the mat, full of energy, and hops on the second turnbuckle, and raises both arms in the air and the crowd explodes as Hightower signals for The Victimizer.] Jim Robson: Hightower is signaling for his finisher, and it could be all over here.... [All of the sudden Amy hops up on the ring apron, looking in disarray for some reason. Hightower walks towards her, asking what is wrong, and she seems to be ready to cry, and she reaches her arms out asking for a hug from Hightower.] Jim Robson: What is this??? Amy seems extremely upset right now. [Hightower hugs Amy and rubs her back trying to comfort her, all of the sudden the frown on her face turns to an evil smile.] Jim Robson: What the....????? [Amy while still hugging Hightower suddenly knee's him hard in the groin, and the crowd initially gives a moan, but then the moaning turns to boo's towards Amy as Hightower backs off, in obvious pain, and he looks at her and mutters a "why?".] Jim Robson: What the hell....what the hell!!! What was that for!?!?! [Amy hops off the ring apron and smiles devilishly at Hightower, who is still in pain and looking at Amy with hurt feelings and emotions. The crowd is boo'ing quite loudly now at Amy, who doesn't seem to care that the crowd is boo'ing her.] Jim Robson: Amy just low blowed Hightower...and here comes Fisher....he spins Hightower around, kick to the gut....he has him set up...FISHERMAN'S DDT!!!! WHAT IMPACT...FISHER GOES FOR THE COVER..... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . THREE!!!!! [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Jim Robson: NO DAMNIT NO!!! NOT THIS WAY, NOT THIS WAY!!! Francine: Here is your winner of the match and the new IWF/WOW Intercontinental Champion..... " T H E M E T H O D M A N " C H R I S F I S H E R ! ! ! ["Real Solution #9" by White Zombie(non-lyrical version) plays and the fans boo heavily as the rest of The Syndicate gets in the ring, hands Chris Fisher the IC Title, then they place him on their shoulders as Fisher lifts the belt high in the air and celebrates with his stable mates.] Jim Robson: I can't believe it for whatever reason Amy caused Hightower to lose the match and his Intercontinental Title, and take a look at Hightower now he is emotionally shocked and physically and mentally worn out! [Hightower is on his knees on the mat, with his head in his hands. Then he rests his palms on his legs and stares down at the mat, until Amy gets in the ring and stares at him from across the ring.] Jim Robson: Look at the way she is looking at him so cold and deceitful right now, i am disappointed in this young lady! [Hightower looks up at Amy, and the look on his face seems to stay the same although some minor anger is shining through. He gets to his feet and stares at her, and then asks for the mic from the timekeeper. he gets the mic and paces around the ring looking at the mat like he is looking for an answer to something. Then he stops and looks up at Amy.] HIGHTOWER: Congratulations....Amy you have single handedly made me so angry, but yet i will not lay a finger on you and you know that. [Amy nods her head, agreeing with Hightower.] HIGHTOWER: Amy what the hell was that?? I mean after all we have been through, all that i have done for you??? Well Amy, not only are you fired as my manager...but we're through period!!! [The crowd pops for Hightower as Amy puts her hands on her hips trying to act like she cares, then she smiles and grabs the mic from Hightower.] AMY: Chris I hate to break it to you buddy....but you're the dumped one here! [Hightower stares at Amy trying to make sense of what she said, then she walks over to "The Method Man" Chris Fisher, and they embrace in a hug and the fans start boo'ing very loudly again as Hightower's jaw drops in disbelief.] Jim Robson: What the...!!! Amy is on the side of Chris Fisher?? What the hell is going on here??? [Amy still has the mic and has her arm around the waist of Fisher, and she looks over at Hightower again.] AMY: Now Chris take a look up at the Video Tron right now I got a little something that i want you to see! Jim Robson: What is this??? [The camera pans to the VideoTron, which has snow across the screen, then the screen flickers to life. The scene shows a nice restraunt, with very dim lighting, and candles are lit on the tables. Then the camera pans to one table in particular, sitting at one end is my, and sitting at the other end is none other than...Chris Fisher. They are talking and laughing, and then Amy leans across the table and starts kissing Chris Fisher. The VideoTron shows this for a few more moments, and then the screen fills with snow again and the camera pans back to the ring. Hightower is in complete shock, staring at the snow filled VideoTron still, then he looks over at Amy with a look of shock on his face, not knowing what to say. The crowd is boo'ing very loud right now, and throwing garbage at the ring.] Jim Robson: This was a set up all along!! i can't believe that deceiving little tramp she turned her back on Hightower!! [Hightower looks very upset as he looks at Amy, then she brings the mic to her lips again.] AMY: So as you see Chris....you were the one who got dumped not me. I decided to go with Chris Fisher, someone who can really treat a lady good! Jim Robson: She's no lady, I'm not that bad of a guy to say what she really is but a lady is ot it! [Amy is going to speak again, but Chris Fisher takes the mic from her, and looks down at her for a minute, then paces a few steps away and faces Hightower.] CHRIS FISHER: (with his newly won belt slung over his shoulder and breathing hard into the microphone, sweat dripping off his body.)Oh yeah Hightower, you better believe it buddy. Not only have you lost your pretty little title to me (pats the belt) but it looks like you've gone and lost your woman to me too...just another example of how I completely and totally OWN every aspect of you. But HEY who can really blame her? No man on earth can live up to me. Now... Amy hun will you come here for a second? [Smiling and blushing, Amy moves back beside "The Method Man" who smiles at her.] CHRIS FISHER: Now, Amy, i've been treating you right haven't I? AMY: (still blushing, looking down at the mat) Yeah...you have Chris. CHRIS FISHER: That's right. (winks at Hightower who trembles with rage) I have. I've lived by my promise haven't I babe? You know, how I told you that when your with Chris Fisher, he'll make sure everything will work out all right for you? How if you help me out, I'll help you out? [Amy nods, still smiling softly.] CHRIS FISHER: (nods) That's right I have. You enjoy all those nice things I got you Amy? Those coats? That jewelry? [Amy nods again.] CHRIS FISHER: I just want to tell you what a terrific job you've done, and how much I've enjoyed our time together. And Amy...you remember that night I took you to that nice french restraunt, and I told you we'd be together forever? [Amy giggles softly.] CHRIS FISHER: (grinning slyly) Well Hun...I just want you to know how much I meant that and...no...no wait. [Amy turns her head up and looks at Fisher quizzically.] CHRIS FISHER: No...no I can't say that, because then I would be lying to these nice people in the audience. Actually...actually I didn't mean that in the slightest. [Amy is visibly shocked and upset, her mouth begins to quiver.] CHRIS FISHER: Actually...I don't have the slightest need for you anymore. I mean...I have the belt...I got under your *cough* "man's" skin...and...well geesh. Who wants Hightower's sloppy seconds anyway? [Amy now begins to cry softly, covering her ears as if to block out what Fisher is saying.] CHRIS FISHER: Well hey, don't cry baby! I mean, it was a lot of fun, but lets be serious here, when The Method Man can get ANY girl in the united states that he wants...well, cheap ass SLUTS like you just don't cut it! Lets be realistic here! [Amy begins to run from the ring but Fisher grabs her by the arm.] Jim Robson: This is going to far now! CHRIS FISHER: No no no, I think its high time we had a little "heart to heart" darlin'. Because if you think your going to be keeping that stuff I gave you...well you have another thing coming toots. Jesus girl...you make me SICK. You don't deserve any of that. In fact, you're nothing but a god damn WHORE. That's all you are, that's all you ever WILL BE. [Amy, crying hard, tries to leave again but Fisher pulls her back.] CHRIS FISHER: Hey! I'm not done here! You'll listen to me God Damnit! I'm going to fill you in on some things that someone should have told you a LONG time ago. You mean NOTHING. You meant NOTHING to me, all you were was a damn piece of ASS and a way to one up *him* (pointing at Hightower) I can't BELIEVE you fell for it. You really think I LOVED YOU!!!!??? YOU REALLY THINK I GAVE A *SHIT* ABOUT YOU!? I'VE HAD DOZENS OF WOMEN IN THE LAST *WEEK* THAT PUT YOUR SKANKY ASS TO SHAME!!!!! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I *REALLY* THINK OF YOU AMY!!?? DO YOU!!! WELL HERE YOU GO!! [Fisher leans his head back and spits on the poor girl with utter contempt, and the crowd starts booing loudly.] Jim Robson: What kind of a guy is Fisher spitting at a woman like that!?!?! [Hightower seems to begetting very very angry, and Amy goes to slap Fisher in the face, but he stops her, kicks her in the stomach, and then Pile drives her.] Jim Robson: OH MY GOD!!! CHRIS FISHER JUST PILEDRIVED AMY!!! WHAT KIND OF A HUMAN BEING IS HE!!!! THIS IS DISGUSTING AMY NEEDS SOME HELP!!! [Fisher and The Syndicate stay in the corner laughing as Hightower goes to Amy's aide. He is checking on her, and then very quickly two Paramedics come down to ringside with a stretcher, and immediately put her on it after putting her in a neck brace. They cart her off, and all of the sudden Hightower turns and faces The Syndicate, and his eyes are completely black he is so full of rage.] Jim Robson: I can not believe what Chris Fisher is done and he seems to be proud of himself, but look at the expression on the face of Hightower, if looks could kill then this whole arena would be dead he is absolutely furious!!! [All of the sudden Hightower charges at Chris Fisher and hits him with a Spear.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER'S GOING AFTER FISHER!!! HE SPEARS HIM AND IS PUNCHING AWAY LIKE A MAN POSSESSED....but here comes The Syndicate to the aide of Fisher and they pull Hightower off of Fisher and start attacking Hightower! [The crowd continues to boo as Steele, Winters, and Krutsch all violently kick at Hightower, while Fisher gets back to his feet and composes himself.] Jim Robson: Again The Syndicate is gang attacking Hightower!!1 They are all over him, and what is Fisher doing????? [Fisher slides out of the ring and gets a chair, then gets back in the ring with it and heads towards Hightower.] Jim Robson: Oh no not again please dear god no not again!!! [Fisher orders The Syndicate to lift Hightower to his feet, which they do, and Fisher winds up hard and nails Hightower over the head with the chair and he just slumps down to the ground.] Jim Robson: NO DAMNIT NO!!!! NOT AGAIN!!!! THEY ARE AGAIN TRYING TO DESTROY HIGHTOWER!!!! [Fisher lifts the chair up and jams it into the ribs of Hightower, and he repeats this process a few times. Then he starts jamming the chair into the left knee of Hightower as he is passed out from the shot to head, but you can see small expressions of pain on his face still.] Jim Robson: NOW THEY ARE TAKING SHOTS AT THE BAD KNEE OF HIGHTOWER!!!! THIS HAS GOT TO STOP!!!!! [Fisher lifts the left leg of Hightower, and puts his leg through part of the chair and the fans continue to boo and throw garbage at the ring.] Jim Robson: NO THEY ARE GOING TO END HIS CAREER NO GOD NO!!!!! [All of the sudden the crowd gives a huge pop as they look towards the entrance way.] Jim Robson: Wait someone is coming down to ringside, who is this...??? [The crowd continues a loud pop, and then Steve West runs into the camera view, with a baseball bat in hand.] Jim Robson: Oh no Steve West os down here, could he be here to attack Hightower??? [Steve West slides in the ring, and Paul Krutsch walks up to him in a questionable manner, while the rest of The Syndicate members have their attention turned on Hightower.] Jim Robson: Is West going to help The Syndicate? [Krutsch motions for West to join in, and turns his back on West, and after a brief pause West winds up and nails Krutsch in the back with the baseball bat dropping the big man, and receiving a huge pop from the crowd.] Jim Robson: WEST IS ATTACKING THE SYNDICATE!?!?! DOES THIS MEAN HE IS HELPING HIGHTOWER!?!?!?! [West hops over Krutsch and heads towards Daemon Winters.] Jim Robson: West comes up behind Winters....AND HE SWINGS AND TAKES OUT THE LEG OF DAEMON WINTERS!!! [The crowd pops, and Winters howls as he drops down to the ground, and jason Steele see's West and heads towards him.] Jim Robson: Here comes Jason Steele, he goes to hit West...NO WEST NAILS HIM WITH THE BAT IN THE STOMACHE....AND THEN RIGHT ACROSS THE BACK OF STEELE!!!! [Steele drops to the ground and West viciously looks up at Chris Fisher, and Fisher has a look on his face like he is about to wet his pants.] Jim Robson: Look at this, West and Fisher are staring at each other....West takes a step towards Fisher....AND FISHER RUNS FROM WEST AND QUICKLY GETS OUT OF THE RING WITH THE IC TITLE IN HAND! [The crowd pops as Steve west stands by a fallen Hightower, and holds the bat in hand as all four members of The Syndicate are out of the ring suffering their bumps and bruises. They all look up at the ring and yell at West, who stands his ground in the ring.] Jim Robson: Well it looks like there is someone else who is tired of The Syndicate, not only Hightower. [West puts the bat down and looks down at Hightower who is still in a heap. West looks down at him for a few, then takes the chair off of his leg and helps him stand back to his feet, which receives a HUGE pop from the crowd.] Jim Robson: Now this is a great display of sportsmanship and friendship that i ever saw.....Steve West and Hightower, two men that hate each other from the past, but it seems to put their differences aside! [Hightower is back on his feet but leaning in the corner, and he just stares at West, trying to figure out why he saved him. Then Hightower and West at the same time extend their hands out to each other, and they shake hands, and the crowd explodes as West raises the arm of Hightower in the air.] Jim Robson: This is what it is all about folks right there! ["Trip Like I Do" by Filter/Crystal method plays and the fans cheer as Hightower is helped out of the ring by West and as the two head back to the locker room area.] Jim Robson: Get ready for the World title match! It's next! ----------------------------------------------- IWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWFWOW IWF/WOW World title match: Cooper Concrete (champion) vs. "The Professor" Steve West vs. Razor Ron Jeremy vs. The Prophet IWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWFWOW Jim Robson: And now our main event! The first ever "Run the Gauntlet" match in IWF/WOW history. I have been informed that the Prophet will be starting off against Razor Ron Jeremy in the first match up. Steve West will be wrestling the winner of that portion and Cooper Concrete, the champion, will face off against the last man. The Angel of Death fresh off his win of the Battle Royal "A" will be the guest referee for tonight's main event. ["Hell's Bells" by AC/DC begins to play over the loudspeakers, and the crowd jumps to it's feet cheering wildly. As the first 'BONG' is heard, the lights go out and an "A" shines in white on the aisleway.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, here is tonight's guest referee... THE ANGEL OF DEATH!!!!! [The second 'BONG' is heard and an "o" is shone in white just below the "A". A few seconds later a third 'BONG' plays, and another white light shines a "D" in the aisleway. Seconds after that, a fourth 'BONG' is heard and a white spotlight shines on the entranceway. The AoD steps out from behind the curtain, and stands surveying the crowd with his hands on his hips. The AoD wears a plain black mask that has an open chin. He is wearing a referee's uniform.] Jim Robson: I hope the Angel of Death will be able to control the four men involved in tonight's contest. Although Cooper Concrete hasn't arrived to the arena yet. My guess is that he is trying to avoid being jumped. The New Millenium has taken to similar strategies lately. [The arena lights go out as a series of multi-coloured crosses start spinning along the entrence way and over the arena. The Alleluia Chorus from Handel's "Messiah" starts to play over the PA system and the boos and jeers from the crowd almost drown out the music. A white-hot spotlight hits the top of the entrance ramp and pauses for a brief second, until the curtains part...] Francine: About to enter the ring, led by the Choir-Master, hailing from The Bible Belt, standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 235 pounds, he is the 3-time IWF/WoW World Heavyweight Champion...THE PROPHET!!!!! [People on both sides of the entrance ramp reach out to touch His black robe, but The Prophet brushes them aside, keeping his eyes focused on the ring. His long, blonde hair is tied back in a tight pony-tail, the face has a day's growth of stubble and his eyes have a look of one who has seen too much too soon. He is dressed in a black robe, with gold trim and "Prophet" written on the back in a gold script. As he enters the ring, he gives his robe to the Choir-Master, a smaller man dressed in a similar black garment, but also carrying a hymnal. The Prophet reveals a slim physique, well-toned but not overly muscular. His long trunks match the robe - black with gold crosses along the legs and on the boots, with "Prophet" written across the back of the trunks. Before the match, he looks skyward and points towards the ceiling.] Jim Robson: The "I/W Fan" is holding up a sign, that reads, "Long Live Derrick DaMann". He gives the Prophet the thumbs up as he approaches the ring. The Prophet passes by him and the fan flips over the sign. It reads, "Look Out Behind You", and the fan laughs at the Prophet! PA: CUZ RON IS GOD, AND GOD IS RON!!!!! ["Daterape" by Sublime begins to play over the loudspeakers, and the crowd pops!] Francine: About to enter the ring, hailing From Beverly Hills, California, U.S.A., standing 6 foot 3 inches and weighing in at 280 pounds, here is... R A Z O R R O N J E R E M Y ! ! ! [Razor Ron Jeremy peeps slowly through the curtain and then jumps down the aisle. He breaks out that famous grin and starts dancing ska and laughing like crazy for no apparent reason. He's making faces to the crowd and laughing at them as he looks really foolish, but the fans get a kick out of it. RRJ has on loose grey sweatpants and a torn up black T-shirt with a picture Ren & Stimpy on it, white wrestling shoes, kneepads, elbowpads, and wrist tape. "Ron is God and everyone else sucks", "Where can I find some Bootie?" and "Ron is God, but needs help!" signs. After a few seconds, RRJ feels the urge to sing the lyrics to his song.] RRJ: SHE DIDN'T WANT TO, HE HAD HIS WAY, SHE SAID LET'S GO, HE SAID...."RRJ!" C'MON BABE IT'S YOUR LUCK DAY, DADADADADADADADAY. HHHEEEEEHEHEHEEHEEEHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!! [RRJ approaches the ring, the "I/W Fan" accidentally hits him with the Cooper 3:B Puffy Finger and in the process drop the finger at RRJ's feet.] Jim Robson: The I/W Fan has some choice words for RRJ and is egging him on to fight him! [Security gets in the fan's face and RRJ is laughing at the fan. The fan is given a warning by security and calms down, but the crowd is cheering him on.] DING DING DING! JR: There's the bell! The Prophet is a high flying technical wrestler while RRJ is a powerhouse brawler. Polar opposites. They lock up. RRJ quickly breaks free and chops the chest of the Prophet! RRJ slaps the chest again! The Prophet's chest is bright red! RRJ knees him in the stomach and follows up with a forearm smash to the back. Nothing fancy about his attack. PUMP HANDLE SLAM BY RRJ! He covers! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! An early cover after one of his signature moves. RRJ picks up the Prophet and tosses him into the ropes... FLYING SHOULDER TACKLE! RRJ jumps to his feet and and sits on the Prophet with a sit down splash! THE PROPHET HOOKS RRJ'S SHOULDERS WITH HIS LEGS AND PULLS HIM TO THE MAT! PIN ATTEMPT! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The AoD was a little late getting into position for the count and the Prophet doesn't like that one bit. He shoves AoD! RRJ with an axe-handle to the back of the head of the Prophet. The I/W Fan is starting a "BORING" chant! [The crowd is cheering for the fan as he begins the "RAZOR - RAZOR - RAZOR - YOU SUCK" chant.] JR: The "I/W Fan" seems to be enjoying himself too much. Hard not to get attention at 6'6" and I'd say over 250 pounds. RRJ points at the fan and tells him to shut up. The Prophet is behind RRJ! BACK SUPLEX! RRJ lost his concentration for a second and it cost him. Elbow drop by the Prophet. He extends the arm of RRJ on the mat and drives his knee into it with a kneedrop. Cross arm bar submission by Prophet! [The I/W Fan starts a "BORING" chant again.] JR: RRJ grabs the ropes to break the hold. The Prophet refuses to release the hold! RRJ punches him in the face! Angel of Death warns the Prophet to listen to him or he will allow RRJ to punch his way out. RRJ body slams the Prophet and runs into the ropes. [Criss crosses the ring and stomps on the Prophet, mocking the People's elbow.] JR: Doesn't some Extremely Crappy Wrestler own the rights to that rip off? [Crowd: RAZOR! RAZOR! RAZOR!] JR: The I/W Fan is yelling sucks between the Razor chants from the crowd. RRJ picks up the Prophet... RUNNING POWER SLAM! HOOKS THE LEG! ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP! Close call for the Holy one. [RRJ tosses the Prophet into the ropes and scoop slams him.] JR: ANOTHER PINFALL! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! RRJ stomps on the Prophet. He points to the ceiling and the fans begin cheering. He's climbing the turnbuckles! The Prophet is standing! RRJ with a missile dropkick! HE MISSES! The Prophet grabs his leg and drops an elbow on it. He stands and applies a spinning toe hold! INSIDE CRADLE BY RRJ! ONE! TWO! TH... KICKOUT! [Crowd pop for effort.] JR: The crowd can't believe it! RRJ sends the Prophet into the ropes... CLOTHESLINE BY BOTH MEN! Both men are down! Angel of Death: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... [Both men stand up.] JR: They needed an 8 count to stand. RRJ with a kick to the stomach. PUMP HANDLE SLAM BY RRJ! He covers! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! RRJ tosses the Prophet into the ropes... back body drop... leapfrog... ducks the clothesline... THESZ PRESS BY THE PROPHET! NO! STUN GUN BY RRJ! HE FELL BACKWARDS INTO THE ROPES! EXCELLENT MOVE! [Huge crowd pop.] JR: What great action! RRJ drags Prophet to the middle of the ring. [Criss crosses the ring.] JR: BODY SPLASH! RRJ GRABS THE LEG! ONE! TWO! THR... KICK OFF! [Crowd goes nuts.] JR: Everyone thought that was it! RRJ questions the Angel of Death but he isn't putting up a fight. RRJ picks up the Prophet for another power slam. NO! RRJ SLAMS THE PROPHET INTO THE CORNER! HE TIES HIM UP IN THE TREE OF WOE! RRJ is pulling out all the stops and is using all his signature moves! [RRJ runs into the Prophet, who is hanging upside down in the corner.] JR: THAT'S GOT TO HURT! RRJ is pointing to the corner and is motioning for a superplex. THAT'S THE PROPHET'S FINISHER! [RRJ places the Prophet on the top turnbuckle and climbs to the top himself!] JR: This is going to hurt! RRJ is trying to hurt the Prophet physically and mentally! SUPERPLEX BLOCKED! Prophet hooks his leg on RRJ's! NO! NO! OH MY GOD! NO! GOD NO! HELP! CALL THE MEDICS! HOLY... GOD IN HEAVEN! I HAVE NEVER SEEN THAT BEFORE! THIS IS INSANE! RING THE BELL! [Instant replay shows the Prophet blocking the superplex and executing the Saving Grace to the floor from the top turnbuckle!] JR: The Angel of Death is shocked but he starts the countout! Both men are down and out! AoD [and the crowd]: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... [The Prophet rolls to his knees and crawls towards the ring.] 6... 7... 8... 9... [The Prophet pulls himself into the ring!] 10!!! DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING!!!! JR: The Angel of Death is talking to Francine. Here's the official decision. Francine: THE WINNER OF THE FIRST FALL BY COUNT OUT... THE PROPHET! [Crowd boos the Prophet as the medics come out to check on Razor Ron Jeremy.] JR: I would be speechless but I have a job to do. The next contestant is about to enter the ring. ["25 OR 6 TO 4" by CHICAGO begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers and rise to their feet to welcome one of the IWF/WOW's legendary competitors.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from The University of Higher Education standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 238 1/2 pounds, here is a former US National, North American and Intercontinental Heavyweight Champion... "PROFESSOR" STEVE WEST!!!!! [The Professor comes to ringside in the old fashioned format. He may come in a warm up jacket or with a towel, wears solid coloured 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 coloured classic wrestling gear with either "Professor" or "Simply The Finest" on the back of the tights. The spotlight follows him towards the ring.] JR: The winner of this fall will face Cooper Concrete for the IWF/WOW World championship! The "I/W Fan" is clapping respectfully for Professor Steve West as he makes his way to ringside. [West slids into the ring and talks to Angel of Death.] JR: West is not attacking the Prophet. He seems to be waiting for the Prophet to get back to his feet. The Prophet is struggling with his back after the superplex to the floor. [West turns to talk to AoD again.] JR: THE PROPHET ATTACKS STEVE WEST FROM BEHIND! Russian leg sweep! The Prophet gets up and drops a leg! The Prophet grabs West and executes a DDT! He covers! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The Prophet continues his attack. He tosses West into a corner and charges at him with a shoulder tackle. Prophet continues to smash into West with his shoulder. [Prophet tosses West across the ring.] JR: The Prophet charges at West again! WEST MOVES! HIS SHOULDER HITS THE POST! West with a hammerlock. He's trying to position his arm for a cross face chicken wing. [The Prophet grabs the ropes.] JR: West releases the hold but grabs Prophet and pulls him away from the ropes. ARM DRAG TAKEDOWN INTO AN ARM BAR! [Crowd cheers.] JR: Hightower is coming to the ring! He must be here to watch West's back. He would be returning the favour for West. I am sure the Syndicate is taking note. [Angel of Death doesn't see Hightower.] JR: The Prophet rolls forward... backwards... flips up and... CLOTHESLINES WEST! Nice escape. The Prophet is holding his back as he runs into the ropes... DROPKICK! That took a lot out of the Prophet but he rolls to his knees and stands. He tosses West into the ropes... ELBOW TO THE CHEST! West falls to the mat. The Prophet drops an elbow. He lifts up West's leg and drops the elbow. He's laying on West's leg and is twisting the knee. West applies a chinlock. The Prophet is struggling to maintain his submission. West wraps his arm around the Prophet's neck... DRAGON SLEEPER! [The Prophet releases his submission to roll over.] JR: The Prophet stands with West still applying a front face lock. NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX BY THE PROPHET! ONE! TWO! TH... SHOULDER UP! The Prophet rolls over but West is still holding the front face lock. ANOTHER NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! ONE! TWO! KICK OFF! West is to his feet first. Arm drag by West. He grabs the arm again and whips the Prophet into the ropes... DROPKICK TO THE SHOULDER! West isn't finished. He picks up the Prophet... SHOULDER BREAKER! West grabs the arm and pulls it behind the Prophet... CROSS FACE CHICKEN WING! [Hightower pounds the mat cheering on West.] JR: The Angel of Death notices Hightower at ringside. OH OH! He's yelling at Hightower. Hightower shakes his head but the Angel of Death is ordering Hightower to leave the ringside area! He's really using his enforcer powers! [The Prophet reaches into his trunks and hits West with something! He tosses it outside.] JR: West releases the hold and is holding his eye! [Hightower runs to the other side and picks up the object.] JR: It's a cross! The Prophet jabbed West with a cross! The Angel of Death is ordering Hightower away from the ring! [Security surround Hightower and he leaves peacefully with them.] JR: The Prophet set up behind West... The Holy Trinity! [2 succesful rolling German suplexes, but on the third, West slips behind the Prophet.] JR: The Detention by West! [3 rolling German suplexes!] JR: HERE'S THE COUNT! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! West climbs the turnbuckles... HONOUR ROLL MOONSAULT! THE PROPHET RAISED HIS KNEES! [The mysterious man that has attacked the Prophet jumps the railing from the crowd! Hightower runs back to the ring.] JR: HIGHTOWER IS BACK OUT HERE AGAIN! HE'S TRYING TO STOP THE "BLACK MESSIAH"! THE ANGEL OF DEATH ONLY SEES HIGHTOWER AND LEAVES THE RING TO STOP HIM! THE "BLACK MESSIAH" IS IN THE RING! HE EXECUTES A FALCON ARROW ON THE PROPHET! Wait! Here comes Razor Ron Jeremy through the crowd! He chases the mystery man out of the ring! RRJ takes off his boot... BOOTIE CALL ON THE PROPHET! [AoD forces Hightower to the back. The mystery man leaves through the crowd with RRJ chasing him.] JR: Are Hightower and RRJ working together to get West the win??? West grabs the Prophet's head... LIGER BOMB! THE PROPHET'S OUT COLD! [West applies an STF as AoD returns to the ring.] JR: SIMPLY THE FINEST!!! The Prophet is unconscious! AoD has no choice but to ring the bell. DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING!!!! Francine: THE WINNER OF THE SECOND FALL... "THE PROFESSOR" STEVE WEST! ["Another One Bites The Dust " by QUEEN is played over the PA system and the crowd cheers wildly!] Francine: About to enter the ring, standing 6 foot 6 inches and weighing 285 lbs., from Boston, Massachusetts- he's led to the ring by his manager, Kelly James...here is The Man With The Plan.... COOPER CONCRETE!!!!!!! [Only Kelly James make her way to ringside with the World Title in her hands.] JR: Where is Cooper Concrete? [Kelly informs AoD that Cooper Concrete is still missing. AoD explains something to Francine.] Francine: The referee has inform me that if Cooper Concrete doesn't show up before the ten-count... the title will change hands! [The fan begins a BULLSHIT chant!!!] AoD: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... [The "I/W Fan" jumps the guardrail and runs around the ring with security chasing him. The crowd is cheering madly. AoD stops the count and the fan jumps up on the ring apron.] JR: What is this idiot doing? Fans should never get involved. West is telling AoD to remove the fan. [As West approaches the fan, the fan whips West into the ropes where security is coming in, knocking them out of the ring! The I/W Fan waves his finger in the air and hits a Cement Mixer on West! As West falls, the fan jumps up and cheers for himself, and removes the mask to reveal himself to be Cooper Concrete!] JR: COOPER CONCRETE WAS AT RINGSIDE THE ENTIRE PPV! Cooper picks up West... SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE! HE COVERS! ONE! TWO! THR... KICKOUT! West is in trouble early. Cooper tosses him into a corner. STINGER SPLASH BY COOPER! He's showing a lot of agility for a big man. [Cooper Concrete body slams West.] JR: Concrete with a falling headbutt. He covers! ONE! TWO! KICK OFF! Concrete isn't pausing. Atomic drop! BULLDOG! Cooper covers! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! [Crowd pops.] JR: Concrete picks up West... BACKBREAKER! He doesn't release West. OVER THE KNEE BACKBREAKER SUBMISSION! He's bending West is half! [Angel of Death asks West if he submits.] JR: Concrete punches West in the ribs. He drops West to the mat and drives a kneedrop into the ribs! He covers! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Concrete picks up West... STOMACH BREAKER! HE COVERS! ONE! TWO! TH... KICKOUT! [Concrete slams the mat in frustration.] JR: West has some fight left in him. Concrete sets West up near the corner... VERTICAL SUPLEX INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! Concrete is focusing on the back and stomach. He tosses West into the ropes... SCOOP SLAM! COVERS! ONE! TWO! THRE... NO! KICKOUT! [Crowd pop.] JR: Concrete whips West into the corner. He charges in with a shoulder! MISSES! WEST MOVED AND COOPER HIT THE POST! West with a Russian leg sweep! Falling headbutt to the shoulder! Arm bar! Concrete grabs the ropes. West breaks the hold. Single toe drop toe hold by West. He pulls Concrete's arm behind into a hammerlock. He brings Concrete to his feet and rams his shoulder into the top turnbuckle! West grabs the other arm... TIGER SUPLEX! Cooper is holding his shoulder. West covers! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! [Crowd pops.] JR: Shoulder breaker by West! Another cover! ONE! TWO! THR... KICKOUT! West can't believe it! He tosses Cooper into the ropes... BACK BODY DROP! Both men are tired. Cooper headbutts West in the gut! Cooper props himself on the ropes. West charges with a clothesline! BOTH MEN FLIP OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR! [Thud.] JR: West is holding his back and Concrete is holding his knee. I hope they can get back into the ring before they are counted out. Angel of Death: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... JR: West is back in the ring. AoD: 7... 8... 9... JR: Concrete is back in the ring. [Crowd cheers.] JR: The fans want this decided in the ring. West with a knee breaker. West locks up Concrete... THE DETENTION! [3 rolling German suplexes.] JR: The cover! ONE! TWO! THR... KICKOUT! West is climbing the turnbuckles. HONOUR ROLL! [Moonsault.] JR: West hurt his back! He isn't covering! Both men are out! Angel of Death: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... JR: BOTH MEN ARE UP! West charges Concrete... SCOOP SLAM! Covers! ONE! TWO! THREE! [AoD shakes his head!] JR: FOOT ON THE ROPES! WEST HAD HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES! Concrete can't believe it. He grabs West by the arm. Short arm clotheslin... DUCK UNDER! West behind Concrete... GERMAN SUPLEX! BOTH MEN ARE OUT AGAIN! Angel of Death: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... JR: Cooper is up. He grabs West by the hair... JACK HAMMER! NO! WEST FELL ON HIM! COOPER'S KNEE GAVE OUT! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! West is going for Simply The Finest! NO! He changes his mind? CROSSBOW SUBMISSION BY WEST! COOPER IS SCREAMING BUT NO SUBMISSION! [Crowd is cheering madly.] JR: Cooper won't give up! West releases the hold?! West is helping Cooper to his feet. LOW BLOW BY COOPER! INVERTED ATOMIC DROP! Cooper places West on the top turnbuckle... looks like a... SUPERPLEX! JR: Cooper needs to follow up but he's badly hurt. He's struggles to his feet. Cooper grabs West's legs... THE 3:B! [Boston crab/Texas cloverleaf variation.] JR: West is barely holding on! WHAT? THE PROPHET! [The Prophet runs to the ring with a chair and jumps on the ring apron.] JR: The Angel of Death sees the Prophet! Razor Ron Jeremy is back out here! AoD is occupied with the Prophet! RRJ in the ring, he taps Cooper on the shoulder... BOOTIE CALL! RRJ NAILED COOPER WITH HIS BOOT! West is freed from the 3:B! West rolls over he sees Cooper down. West covers Cooper! [RRJ rolls out of the ring and yells at AoD to turn around for the count.] JR: AoD sees the cover! ONE! TWO! THREeee... NO! SHOULDER UP! SHOULDER UP! [The Prophet nails Razor Ron Jeremy with the chair knocking him out!] JR: The Prophet is back on the ring apron! The Angel of Death is trying to pull the chair away from the Prophet! [West can barely stand holding his back. Cooper shakes off the effects of the Bootie Call.] JR: Cooper nails West with a double axehandle! West is down! [Cooper stands up behind AoD.] JR: They're fighting over the chair... AoD pulls it away! AoD HITS COOPER WITH THE CHAIR! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! [Prophet loses his balance and falls off the apron bumping his head on the railing.] JR: AoD pulled the chair away from the Prophet but he yanked it so hard that it flew back and nailed Cooper. STEVE WEST COVERS! AoD doesn't want to count the pin! He's pissed off at himself! He has no chance but to count the pin! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING!!!! [Mixed reaction from the crowd. AoD grabs the belt and hands it to West.] Francine: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND NEW IWF/WOW WORLD CHAMPION... "THE PROFESSOR" STEVE WEST!!! JR: NEW CHAMPION! STEVE WEST IS THE NINTH IWF/WOW WORLD CHAMPION! HE'S HELD THE CURRENT TRIPLE CROWN! THE US NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP, THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP AND NOW THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! [West helps up Cooper and shakes his hand. Cooper is holding his head appears to be out of it. West hugs him but Cooper is dazed. Instant replay of the last 2 minutes of the match.] IWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWF/WOWIWFWOW Jim Robson: Thank you for ordering the IWF/WOW's WrestleWar 3 - Just Be Thankful Pay Per View. I hope you enjoyed the show. Next monday, Mayhem returns! James Monosso will have to announce who will be the World tag team champs and who will be the US National champion. I hope the World champ will be there and... I've been informed that the schedule is ready to appear on the screen. BATTLECENTRE - October 23 *** Strats to chadi@home.com before the Thursday night, Oct 21 *** Interviews to paininc@yahoo.com before Friday, Oct 22 noon EST New Flamboyants vs Syndicate tag team [Asje/Shain] - Loser Leaves Town Zac Schneider vs Jim Shaw Kyle Combs vs Enygma John Van Mann vs Despair MONDAY MAYHEM - October 25, 1999 *** Strats & in-ring interviews to chadi@home.com before the Friday night, Oct 22 The Big Hit vs AoD Astral vs Steppenwulf [Battle Royal winners] Angel of Death vs Daemon Winters - winner receives World title shot [World tag team title match] - New Millenium vs Lightning Bolts BATTLECENTRE - October 30, 1999 *** Strats to chadi@home.com before the Thursday night, Oct 28 *** Interviews to paininc@yahoo.com before Friday, Oct 29 noon EST Bullet vs Zac Schneider James Monosso vs Richard Blair Channel X vs [winner of New Flamboyants/Syndicate] Magnus Colby vs Paul Krutsch The Big Hit vs Steppenwulf MONDAY MAYHEM - November 1, 1999 *** Strats & in-ring interviews to chadi@home.com before the Friday night, Oct 29 [Hardcore Rules] Daemon Winters vs Jaason Steele Mike Marconi vs The Big Hit Sean Ryder vs Bullet Razor Ron Jeremy vs Prophet [World title match] Steve West vs [winner of AoD/Winters] BATTLECENTRE - November 6, 1999 *** Strats to chadi@home.com before the Thursday night, Nov 4 *** Interviews to paininc@yahoo.com before Friday, Nov 5 noon EST Payne vs Kuwasi Shakur Mike Marconi vs Despair