IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW The following is a presentation of the ______ __ __ ______ ____ __ _____ __ __ /\__ _\ /\ \ __/\ \/\ ___\ / /\ \ __/\ \/\ __`\/\ \ __/\ \ ™ \/_/\ \/ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \__/ / /\ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \/\ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ _\ / / \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \_\ \__\ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \/ / / \ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \_\ \ \ \_/ \_\ \ /\_____\\ `\_______/\ \_\/_/ \ `\_______/\ \_____\ `\_______/ \/_____/ '\/__//__/ \/_/_/ '\/__//__/ \/_____/'\/__//__/ Brought to you by: http://members.home.net/iwfwow/index.htm IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW (The scene opens to president Chad Ishikawa, with mike in hand, on the entryway at mayhem, 1 month ago...) PCI: Don't get too attached to the belt because I'd be surprised if you survive this title reign… (Bells begin to toll. Slowly “bong”-ing.) PCI: I've BANNED weapons from I/W unless sanctioned by ME!! ::: BANNED:BANNED:BANNED:BAN:BAN:BAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNEEEEEEDDDDD ::: (The bells begin getting slightly faster, as a tribal beat begins building in the background.) [Fast and slow motion video footage.] JR: LOOK WHAT PRESIDENT ISHIKAWA JUST DID! HE TOSSED RRJ'S BOOTIE INTO THE STANDS, AND RRJ IS STOKED!!!........ (Fast motion) RRJ walks up behind the pres-OH MY GOD!! (Thunderous booming noise) OH MY GOD!:OH MY GOD!:OH MY GOD!:OOOOOOHHHHH MMMMMYYYYY GOOOOOOODDDD!!! (Continued fast motion.) RRJ JUST SMACKED PRESIDENT ISHIKAWA ACROSS THE FACE!! AND WHAT A BLOW; HE'S OUT COLD!!... WAIT, FUSION HAS STRUCK LIONHEART WITH THAT SLEDGEHAMMER!! THE LORD FALLS TO THE RING GRASPING HIS TAILBONE!! HE'S FLOPPING UP AND DOWN LIKE A FISH AND NOW HERE COMES MONOSSO!!!....... (Yet another thunderous booming noise as now the bells begin tolling louder and louder, the beat builds up rapidly, and an entire string symphony is heard in the background slowly building up; playing a looming tune.) (Slow motion.) NO! FUSION GETS IN THE RING AND HE JUST CAUGHT MONOSSO RIGHT IN THE STOMACH!!...Fusion has used that Sledge hammer again! S L L L L L L E E E E D D D G G G E E E H H H A A A M M M M E E E R R R (Loud crashing noise is heard as the video cuts to darkness. A hissing sound is heard in the background and in black and white video, footage of Razor Ron Jeremy comes up on the screen.) RRJ: Fusion gets a shot at my title on Mayhem. (###Flash###) :::I brought Fusion into this business, and for him to turn his back on me, The New Millennium, and his loyal fans like this is just TERRIBLE!!::: (###Flash###) ::: Fusion, I WILL HANG YOUR ASS UP FOR GOOD, CUZ RON IS GOD, AND GOD IS RON!!! ::: (###Multiple Flashes###) CUZ RON IS GOD :: RON IS GOD :: RON IS GOD :: ROOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNN : GOOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!! AND GOD IS RON :: GOD IS RON :: GOD IS RON :: GOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD : ROOOOOOOOONNNNN!!!! (The frame freezes at RRJ pointing at the camera, and after a pause, it rapidly zooms into his angry face. A rarity for Razor Ron. A flash is seen as the scene cuts to more blackness. The echoing voice of Jim Robson is heard.) FUSION IS A NEW MAN ::: NEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW MMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAANNNNNN ::: FUSION IS A NEW MAN (The scene fades to Fusion Vs. RRJ on mayhem, music begins to pick up. A familiar tune, “in the hall of the mountain king” by, Tchaikovski.) JR: POWERBOMB BY RRJ!! (###flash###) JR: POWERBOMB BY RRJ!! (###flash###) JR: POWERBOMB BY RRJ!! HE’S GOING FOR THAT BOOT!!!!!! IT’S BOOTIE CALL TIME!!!!! Wait!!! No!!!! It’s… [Camera shows President Ishikawa running to ringside, with a sledge hammer, the music in the background begins to pick up, and the footage begins to show is fast motion, only slowing at critical points.] JR: ITS PRESIDENT ISHIKAWA!! WITH FUSION’S SLEDGEHAMMER!!!...RRJ HITS THE BOOTIE CALL ON FUSION!!! FUSION IS OUT!!! THE PRESIDENT ISNT HAPPY AT ALL!!! HE’S ON THE APRON YELLING AT THE REF FOR A DQ!!! Bootie sure is a weapon! But what about that chair that Colby had? Or that sledge that President Ishikawa is carrying???!!! WAIT!!! BOOTIE CALL ON THE PRESIDENT!!! RRJ NAILED PRESIDENT ISHIKAWA WITH THAT GREEN BOOT!!! THE PRESIDENT DROPPED or rather threw the sledgehammer at fusion!!! FUSION IS UP NOW!!! FUSION JUST NAILED THE REF WITH THAT SLEDGE!!! ...HE BLASTS RRJ WITH THE SLEDGEHAMMER!!! RIGHT IN THE FACE!!!! RRJ IS OUT!!! THIS ISNT GOOD!!! Fusion with the cover... but there’s no ref!!...PRESIDENT ISHIKAWA IS MAKING THE COUNT FOR HIM!!! 1 (###flash###) (####flash, slow motion####) 2 (!fast motion!) WAIT!!!! ITS JAMES MONOSSO!!!...HE HIT FUSION WITH THAT CHAIR!!! THE COUNT WAS DISRUPTED!!! CHAD IS GETTING UP NOW!!! HE’S CALLING FOR THE BELL!!!!! [Ding ding ding ding] President and James are still arguing in the ring! HERE COMES SECURITY!!! THEYRE ALL OVER THE PLACE!!! THEYRE TAKING JAMES AND RAZOR RON IN!!! BOTH MEN ARE BEING HANDCUFFED AND TAKEN OFF!! THIS IS REDICULOUS!!!...President Ishikawa is raising Fusion’s hand!! WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON!!??? Francine: And the winner of this match by disqualification… F U S I O N ! ! ! ! ! (The music is now erupting into the heaviest, most climactic part of the song with symballs crashing, and bass drumbs booming. With every crash of the cymbals, a flash occurs and a crucial hit is laid.) (Beat, flash) POWERBOMB BY RRJ!!! (Beat, flash) MONOSSO HIT FUSION WITH THAT CHAIR!!! (Quick musical interlude) (Beat, flash) FUSION BLASTS RRJ WITH THAT SLEDGEHAMMER, RIGHT IN THE FACE!!! (Beat, flash) HE’S CALLING FOR THE BELL!!!!!! (The beat slows down, and a fiery explosion erupts onto the screen, wiping everything that was on it off into blackness. The music falls silent. Black and white footage of PCI fades in.) President Ishikawa: Before we go any further, I want to announce that Razor Ron Jeremy will defend his title AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN! (The words “and again” begin looping in the background… echoing eerily) (Scene opens to The Challenger space shuttle launch) (Still looping “and again”) T MINUS TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE, ZERO. IGNITION… WE HAVE LIFTOFF!!! (As the words keep looping in the background, a rumbling is heard, while a high treble filter beat is heard building up. It builds until it reaches the climax, where all music is cut, the loop ends, and you can only hear..) Fusion: RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!!! (Heavy distorted guitars hit and begin playing an ominous, dark riff as the shuttle begins to launch.) RRJ: CUZ RON IS GOD AND GOD IS RON!!! Fusion: RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!!! PCI: YOU ARE AN EMBARRASMENT TO THE WORLD TITLE AND TO THE WHOLE I/W!! Fusion: RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!!! Fusion: THAT BELT IS MIIIIIINNNNNNEEEEE!!!!! PCI: COMPLETE AND UTTER DISGRACE ::: DISGRACE ::: DISG::DISG::: DDDDDIIIIIIISSSSSSGGGGGGRRRRRRAAAAACCCCCCEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! (Looping in the background) Jim Robson: MY GOD! :::CUTS::: EMMMMMBBBBBAAAARRRRAAAASSSSSMMMMEEEENNNNNTTTTTT :::CUTS::: RRRRROOOONNNN IIIISSSS GOOOOOOODDDDDD :::CUTS::: THE WOOOOOOORRRRRLLLLLD TIIIITTLLE!!!! :::CUTS::: MMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! :::CUTS::: R I G H T H E R E R I G H T N O W ! ! ! (The screen plays a combination of the shuttle powering its way into the sky, and Fusion winding up his sledgehammer, about to strike RRJ on the entryway. As the shuttle rises, the beat begins getting heavier and heavier. Fusion’s sledgehammer begins winding down in slow motion, as the music picks up more and more. Multiple drumbeats begin to take over. The mood of the music becomes chaotic. Fusion’s sledgehammer has contact with RRJ’s body, just as the Challenger space shuttle explodes, just as the beat hits its absolute climax. The shuttle fades out, as the viewer is captivated by the humanity of that significant historic event… and the music suddenly cuts silent. All that is heard is…) (Looping in the background, from the challenger launch) Reporter: “OH THE HUMANITY!!!” JR: MY GOD!!! THE PRESIDENT HAS BECOME MANIACAL! FUSION HAS BECOME A SINISTER TOOL FOR THE PRESIDENT'S VILE AMBITIONS!!! CAN RAZOR RON HOLD UP AT THE PAY PER VIEW EXTRAVAGANZA??? (The music picks up one last time as the already familiarized ominous guitar riff begins playing again. IWF/WOW WRESTLEFEST graphics fill the screen as the music cuts again to a mere whisper.) Whispering female voice: Wrestlefest 2000. Put up or shut up. Jim Robson: WrestleFest 2000 comes to live from teh AstroDome in Houston, Texas! Let's take a look at tonight's pay per view show. WRESTLEFEST 2000 PAY-PER-VIEW - March 13 [Flaming Table Ladder match] John Van Mann vs "The Hellraiser" John Grenchen [3-Way Career Ending match] Angel of Death vs Jedah vs Tommy "Lord" Lionheart [North American title match] Dan Watterson vs The Prophet [World tag team title match] Inner Circle vs West Coast Connection Hades vs "The Method Man" Chris Fisher [Intercontinental title match] James Monosso vs "Moral Degeneracy" Tommy Grayson [World title match] Razor Ron Jeremy vs Fusion Jim Robson: Some big names are not on the show... [The lights turn off.] JR: I have to apologize for this folks. The AstroDome is old and sometimes doesn't function properly. [A spotlight shines at the top of the entrance ramp.] JR: Looks like we have power again. [Explosion and fireworks.] JR: WOW! What an entrance for... umm... CHRIS JURKSCHAT! [Crowd cheers.] JR: The original owner of the IWF is making his first appearance in the I/W in many months. CJ: Thank you for the nice applause. I know you are wondering why I am making my return at this time. Let me just say that this is a one time return. Why? Chad Ishikawa has ruined my company and a lot of my hard work. I just couldn't stay at home as he allowed wrestlers to leave that I considered to be the back bone of the IWF. Wrestlers like Jim Shaw and Payne. How poorly he treated my hand picked successor... ummm... what was his name... Bill... Billy Fagster! That's right. But I still own a percentage of this company and I will not let my legacy... there's another one! Chris Legacy! What was I talking about? Oh right, I will not let Ishikawa ruin my reputation. So I am using my right as an owner to hire a new colour commentary man to work all live TV events and PPVs. His name... JACK ANDERSON! [Crowd cheers as the fan favorite, Jack Anderson, returns to the IWF/WOW.] Jim Robson: Jack Anderson! He was fired by Ishikawa! Now I have to work with him? I replaced him! This could create some problems... Anthony Edwards: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm backstage with IWFWOW's favorite trio... I'm on hand with manager Kelly James, and her top men, "Headhunter" Richard James, and the legend, Cooper Concrete. Guys - you're nowhere to be seen on the card any regrets? "Headhunter": No regrets, Anthony...I'm just glad to be back in the fold. Cooper Concrete: This is the first PPV I've been dissed by the higher-ups, but it gives me the chance to check out the talent. I'm always making notes, and changing my game plan, you know that, Anthony...we've got our front row seats. Anthony: You'll certainly have quite the view close up like that...which matches are you interested in? "HeadHunter": I'm looking forward to the Flaming Tables Ladder Match - that's my kind of match - hardcore to the core, baby...Grenchen and Van Mann will never be the same. Someone's gonna get hurt! Cooper Concrete: I'm interested in 3 matches myself...first the North American title match - it's cool to have that title back in the rankings of the IWFWOW. Dan Watterson is a well-respected eathlete, and Prophet will really give it his all...I hope the Prez doesn't have any sneaky plans up his sleeve for this one. Anthony Edwards: Yes, it's been made clear the he's favoring Watterson, and overlooking Prophet....what's going on with that? Cooper Concrete: I don't know Anthony, he's got his grubby little hands in the World Title match tonight too...definitely voicing a dislike against RRJ...and giving Fusion the kudos. Who would have thought? I'm telling ya, Chad, isn't seeing things too clearly. I mean come on, he friggin' DQ'ed me for staying in my gimmick. What gives? I tell ya, I don't like it one bit...not one bit! "HeadHunter": Hard work should prevail over everything else, man...what the President is doing, is just not right...but it is his show, you know. Anthony Edwards: Good point, Dick... Cooper Concrete: The other match I'll be watching closely is the IC Title match...I've got to give Grayson some credit for getting past me to get to tonight's show...but both the IC Champ,James Monosso and Tommy have to remember that I'm still waiting in the wings. The Intercontinental Belt is my next goal. Anthony Edwards: Any closing comments? Kelly James: Sure, just this - the Man With the Plan and The Headhunter may not see ring time tonight - they will not stand for any injustice and next week you'll see them both, doing what they do best... working hard, and playing harder...you mess with these two electric e-wrestlers, you're in for a world of trouble....If Ya Don't Like It... Kelly, HH, CC: READ BETWEEN THE LINES!!!! (The trio flash the 3:B signal and the cameras switch back to the broadcast booth.) -------------------------------------------------- JR: Well, ladies and gentlemen, our next match is probably going to be the most devastating one of the night... a Flaming Tables Ladder match between John Van Mann and "The Hellraiser" John Grenchen.. JA: That's right... and I'm assuming Mistress Sonia is gonna be here as well! JR: Of course, Jack. JR: Now-- [Suddenly, "So What'cha Want" by the Beastie Boys begins blasting throughout the arena. Knowing who this is, the fans burst into a _huge_ heel pop! A few moments later, a man steps through the entrance through all the aesthetics and the mist. He is wearing a genuine pilot's hat backwards on his head (a'la Axl Rose) over his long, shoulder-length hair which is dyed an orange-red color with black and blonde streaks. He is also wearing a short sleeve black vinyl button-up shirt over a white wifebeater as well as a pair of silver vinyl pants and oddly enough, white Adidas shoes with black trim. This is none other than Tommy Grayson. Grayson makes his way down the aisle towards the ring, but he doesn't enter. Instead, he walks towards the commentary booth where Jim Robson and the returned Jack Anderson are sitting. Grayson takes a chair and slides it next to Robson, who looks uncomfortable. Grayson takes off his hat, brushes the cheek-length bangs out of his face, and puts on a headset. Music fades out.] JR: What in the world are you doing here? TG: Jim, worry not. I'm here to add some color to this commentary. JR: But we've got Anderson for that! JA: Ah, I don't care, Jimmy... as long as it's IWF/WOW's best athlete doing the job! JR: Oh, please. ["So you wanna be a CHAMPION!" blast over the loudspeakers as "champions" by Grinspoon plays. Water pours over the entranceway as slowly John Van Mann makes his way through it. John walks to the ring wearing a red and black singlet. With his trademark Ying/yang symbol on the front and "John Van Mann" across the back. He walks to the ring staring into the ring and slapping hands with his fans. He stops at the apron of the ring and waves to the back. Al Steel walks out carrying a ladder and sets it up right next to the ring. John the jumps over the top rope into the ring.] Francine: Weighing in tonight at 230lbs from Detroit, Michigan. A member of the New Millennium this is... JOHN VAN MANN!!!!! TG: You know, John Van Mann... he's a great athlete. Not too smart, unfortunately. I would know, considering that I beat him, like, a month ago. JR: By luck, I might add. ["Hell Isn't Good" begins to play over the loudspeakers.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from 7th Circle of Hell standing 6 feet 6 inches and weighing 258 pounds, here is ... THE HELLRAISER! JOHN GRENCHEN! [A light mist starts to fall among the crowd as a pleasurable breeze flows. "Little boy at peace, what is this place, beyond the stars. Open up yours eyes. What are these things you're moving towards. Eyes full of wonder" Lights begin to flash of white. "Worries in the past... could it be you're free?" Lights go out and an explodsion comes from the entrance and The Hellraiser comes out with a microphone. HELLRAISER: NO! Lights turn red as screams and yells of pain are heard through the P.A "Little boy you're going to hell! For Throwin rocks at the birds, saying bad words, and having sex everyday. You're not going anywhere this ain't disneyland it's hell." Hellraiser walks towards the ring leaving a trail of fire behind him "Little boy it's time for you to pay! For hurtin the birds Not going to church And looking at boobs everyday! You thought you were in bed instead you're in hell!" Hellraiser goes through the ropes and the turnbuckle posts explode and the ropes seem to be on fire "Hell isn't good! Hell isn't good! It's Hell! Hell isn't good! Hell isn't good! Its Hell!.]] JA: Wow! Would you take a look at that Mistress Sonia? TG: Definitely! Jack, she must be five stars, 'cause _my_ staff's at full attention. JR: [Sighs] I don't even want to know what you meant by that. [SFX: DING! DING! DING!] JR: There's the bell... and Van Mann and Grenchen get in each other's faces. Obviously, we're going to see some bloodshed here. Anything goes and the only way you can win is if you put your opponent through a flaming table... from a ladder. JA: That's gotta sound painful... [Suddenly, Grenchen shoves Van Mann back, showing that he's the more powerful of the two.. Van Mann smirks to the camera and then kicks Grenchen in the gut!] JR: Kick to the stomach.. Van Mann taking the advantage over the larger John Grenchen! TG: You see, that's what I always do in a match - take charge from the get-go! John learned that from me, by the way. JA: He sure did, Tommy... [Van Mann, after pounding on Grenchen's back, goes for an armbar... he then wrenches it again, causing Grenchen's face to contort in pain.] JR: Nice armbar there by Van Mann... obviously trying to wear down the larger man. JA: Let's not take anything away from Grenchen, though... he's got the size, the strength, and Mistress Sonia. On the other hand, JVM's got Al Steel and New Millenium backing him up whenever he wants it. [Grenchen now backs JVM into the ropes and then attempts to Irish whip him, but JVM holds on to the right arm of John Grenchen. A slight pop from the crowd!] JR: Look at that! Grenchen, trying to shake JVM off, but to no avail! [Suddenly, Grenchen nails JVM with a low blow! HEEL POP! Grenchen now whips JVM into the ropes and attempts a clothesline, but JVM quickly ducks... JVM comes off the ropes behind Grenchen and attempts a cross bodyblock, but Grenchen catches JVM! HEEL POP!] TG: You see, this is _exactly_ why I hate wrestling larger men. They're - they're - they're too powerful! It's like they're on steroids or something for freak's sake! JR: Hmph. Well, Grenchen still doesn't know what the hell to do with Van Mann so it seems... Mistress Sonia is giving him a suggest -- [Suddenly, Grenchen launches Van Mann over the top rope onto the floor! Shocked pop! Grenchen raises his arms in the air, getting a heel pop from the fans, who are favoring Van Mann. Grenchen exits the ring and comes up behind JVM. Grenchen taunts him for awhile, but then walks towards the aisle where the ladder has been set up for both competitors to aquire and use.] JA: Grenchen is going to give a hurtin' to good ole' JVM here! Oh, boy, and Grenchen... good God, he's picking up that bottle of kerosene as well, so, we know what he's gonna try to do at this point! TG: You know, it'd be a perfect world if wrestlers didn't have to work gimmick matches just to settle some kind of silly squabble! I mean, violence begets violence, doesn't it? JR: Well, like it or not, these men are going to end their "squabble" once and for all... and then some! [Grenchen carries the ladder over his shoulder, with some help from Mistress Sonia. Grenchen hands the bottle of kerosene to Mistress Sonia, who smiles wickedly as her man goes to inflict some more punishment on John Van Mann.] JR: Here comes Grenchen... this isn't going to be pretty. [As Grenchen reaches the original area where JVM was, he places the ladder on the floor, but realizes something's missing: VAN MANN! The crowd suddenly pops... the camera pans over into the ring and we see John Van Mann running towards the ropes... SOMERSAULT PLANCHA! POP~!] JR: WHAT A MOVE BY VAN MANN! JA: He totally caught Grenchen by surprise! TG: To quote rapper Black Rob, that was, like, WHOA! However, this is nothing, gentlemen. You'll be razzled, dazzled, and wow'ed later on this pay-per-view by none other than yours truely! JA: Let's hope this match doesn't steal your sunshine, Tommy... this is getting pretty wild. [Both men are down. Mistress Sonia is screaming encouragement to her man while Al Steel is cheering his charge on. Van Mann rolls to his feet and begins stomping repeatedly on a prone John Grenchen. Van Mann searches under the ring apron... and brings out a table! POP! JVM is looking for the kerosene, but he can't find it. Then, he sees Mistress Sonia prancing in the ring, flaunting the bottle of kerosene in a taunting manner.] JR: Sonia better think twice about what she's doing... JA: I think she does know what she's doing. TG: Yeah, well, I don't particularly care for what she's doing. It's how she's moving! Wow, look at that, er, let's just say she can back her thing up any time of the day! [JVM heads into the ring after Mistress Sonia, who is still taunting him with the kerosene! Al Steel now sneaks up behind her... SMACK~!!! Steel smacks Sonia right in the ass! As soon as she turns around, JVM quickly snatches the bottle of kerosene from her and then flips her out of the ring!] TG: What? That's not fair! You can't treat women like that! Van Mann is supposed to be a rolemodel for these people?! [JVM motions for Steel to do something. Steel then takes Mistress Sonia's dazed body over his shoulder and carries her to the back! POP!] JA: He - he can't do that! Can he? JR: But nonetheless, JVM's got the kerosene, and all he has to do is set that table on fire -- [Heel pop! Grenchen is creeps up from behind JVM, who is posing for the crowd and executes a belly-to-back suplex, causing Van Mann to drop the bottle of kerosene!] TG: Blatant showboating by Van Mann. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You shouldn't do that during a match. Only *I* may do that! JR: Oh, please. Don't you have anything better to do than sit here and act like a complete, self-centered jerk? TG: You know that hurts, Jim. I try to come out here and help you and Jack out with the commentary here -- [Grenchen brings JVM to his feet by the hair, picks him up into a vertical suplex... but slams him down face first for Hell's Fury!] Nice move. Now, as I was saying, I try to help you out with the commentary and you, Jim Robson, you dirty old man, you treat me with this - this total disrespect? How dare you! JR: [Ignoring Grayson] Grenchen with Hell's Fury on JVM... and Grenchen just exited the ring to get the ladder! [Grenchen, without much effort, slides the ladder into the ring, getting a heel pop from the fans in the process. Grenchen re-enters the ring and stands over JVM, showing his dominance to the crowd.] TG: Grenchen's gettin' down to business! JA: JVM's chances aren't looking too good here... [Grenchen picks up JVM and leaves him standing there, dazed. Grenchen then picks up the ladder, places it on his shoulder. He begins spinning around and attempts to whack JVM in the head, but JVM ducks and legsweeps Grenchen. The ladder, however, is slammed right into the back of JVM's head in the process.] JR: Ouch! JVM just got plastered! Then again, Grenchen's not doing to well either as his hand got _crushed_ by that ladder! JA: Both men are slow to get up at this point... I hope Grenchen gets up in time so we can see some more hardcore violence! TG: This isn't hardcore just yet, Jack. As much as hardcore sucks, this is kinda like a car accident; it's damn ugly, but you just gotta take a look. [Grenchen somehow pulls himself up and exits the ring again to get the table. As he does this, Steel throws a steel chair into the ring. Grenchen slides the table into ring, gets inside, and then sets it up. As Grenchen is preoccupied with this, JVM is lying in wait holding the chair.] JR: I don't think Grenchen realizes what's in store for him... [JVM throws the chair at Grenchen, who catches it... THWACK~!!! VAN DAMINATOR! Grenchen falls backwards onto the table.] JR: Van Manninator by Van Mann! TG & JA: Van Manninator?! JR: Uh, yeah! [After a huge pop for Van Mann, he poses for the crowd for a brief moment, but quickly goes to set up a ladder. He begins climbing the ladder, which prompts the fans to cheer louder with each step. JVM looks down at a prone and busted open John Grenchen, who is lying on the table, and does a thumbs down motion.] JR: John Van Mann... the next Gene Siskel? TG: Corny! JA: I concur. [JVM now LEAPS off the ladder! THRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH~!!!!!!!!!! HIGH IMPACT THRU THE TABLE~! MEGA POP!!] JA: Holy SHIT! JR: You can't say that! But, I gotta agree: HOLY SHIT! TG: Holy sh -- well, you get the point. [Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!] [Grenchen is convulsing from High Impact, while JVM is holding his stomach as a result of the elevated Frog Splash. Al Steel is pounding on the mat, encouraging Van Mann.] JA: Somehow, I've got a feeling that was nothing compared to what we may see next in this match... JR: I've got a feeling you're right. [JVM pulls himself to his feet and begins hotdogging to the crowd. He motions for Al Steel to get another table, and he obeys that command. Steel throws a table into the ring and JVM picks up the bottle of kerosene to the delight of the fans. Suddenly, the fans exude a heel pop.] JR: Uh oh... Mistress Sonia is back! TG: Well, there's nothing like a good, innocent dominatrix. JR: That's one of the biggest paradoxes I've heard in my life! [JVM sets up the table Steel threw in to him and begins shooting kerosene onto it from it's handy squeeze bottle. The ref, on the outside, hands JVM a pair of matches (trust me, he's got plenty handy). JVM lights the match... and then proceeds to ignite the table, which in turn, ignites the fans to cheer.] JR: Uh oh, this might be the end of Grenchen here... TG: Prolly not... [Grenchen sneaks up from behind JVM and whacks him with a steel chair!] ... 'cause JVM just got whacked on the head with a steel chair! JA: What're you, psychic? Well, JVM got what he deserved... I think he wasted too much time! [Suddenly, Mistress Sonia claps her hands several times. The crowd reacts as several mysterious, unidentified men make their way through the crowd and hop the barrier.] JR: Those - those are Sonia's minions! What in the world... ? JA: Check this out, Jim... [The minions enter the ring and at the command of John Grenchen, two of them pick up John Van Mann, while the other one is holding the ladder steady while his comrade is climbing it. The two men lift up JVM over their heads and the other two help carry him up. Meanwhile, on the other side, John Grenchen is climbing.] JR: What the heck is gonna happen to John Van Mann? That table is literally an inferno -- TG: I think I have an idea. JA: Yeah, me too. This isn't gonna be pretty, Jim! [POP!] JR: IT'S MONOSSO! IT'S JAMES MONOSSO, THE I-C CHAMP! TG: What - what's he doing here? He should be preparing to get his ass kicked by _me_! Get Monosso outta here, dammit! Wha - what the hell?! [Monosso slides into the ring and begins introducing all of the minions' foreheads to the I-C title. Grenchen doesn't quite notice him yet as he's preparing to powerbomb JVM... suddenly, Monosso tips the ladder over... THRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSHH~!] JR: MONOSSO PUSHED THE LADDER OVER! GRENCHEN DROPPED VAN MANN AND GRENCHEN GOES THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE WITH THE LADDER ON TOP OF HIM! TG: Is the match over? JA: It can't be -- [SFX: DING! DING! DING!] Francine: Here is your winner: JOHN VAN MAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!! [As the minions and Mistress Sonia carry John Grenchen's limp, unconcious carcass out of the ring, Monosso helps up a battered and bloody John Van Mann. Suddenly, Monosso drops JVM and looks at his belt in insane shock.] JR: What the -- ? TG: I think Monosso's having one of his fits. I mean, come on! Does IWF/WOW seriously want a champion who has freaking insane fits all the time?! JA: I agree with you on that one, Tommy! [Monosso begins screaming to a still dazed JVM about "blood on his belt". Suddenly, Monosso begins stomping away on JVM! Heel pop!] TG: He's beating the crap out of Johnny! JR: Well... WE CAN SEE THAT! [Monosso drops the I-C belt and picks up John Van Mann in a gorilla press... ] JR: Oh, no... [Monosso throws JVM over the top rope and into the crowd with the Get-Out-Of-Here! Heel pop!] TG: [Laughing] Holy crap! Did you see that? [Monosso suddenly turns around to see Tommy Grayson at the commentary booth and begins glaring at him insanely.] JA: Hey, uh, I think you should get out of here. TG: Hmm... good point. [Grayson quickly removes his headset and carefully maneuvers his way around the ring. He quickly runs up the ramp, looking back at James Monosso as if he had seen a ghost.] --------------------------------------------------- AE: Right. AE: We're outside The Prophet's dressing room; let's see if we can get a word with him before his match tonight. AE: Can we get a word with the Prophet before this important match? CM: This what match? Oh...this 'important' match...I think he can spare a minute from his 'preparation'. CM: Prophet? Can you spare a minute? I know how busy you are. TP: Shut up. What do you want Edwards? AE: We just wanted to ask a few questions about your title match with Dan Watterson. TP: Oh yes...this all important match for the world famous North American title...If I'm lucky, I might get a chance to wrestle on Battlecentre! Whoopee! AE: You don't sound too impressed with that idea, Prophet... TP: Too impressed?! You stupid piece of crap! What the hell do you think? I am the franchise of this federation! I am the man that built this federation! I am a 3-time World Champion! I held the IC title until I got screwed out of that by Ishikawa!... TP: Ishikawa. What the has been going through your mind lately? What the hell are you thinking, turning on me the way you did? I saved your ass so many times and you pay me back by cheapshotting me...me? I am the master of the cheap shot! I wrote the rule book on playing dirty - then I broke all those rules! TP: The sad thing is, there's no way I can ever get my hands on you. You are little more than a snivelling little coward, running and hiding behind that office/title of "President"... TP: "I'm not a wrestler! I'm the President! I can't be getting in the ring! I might get hurt!" TP: So, you can run and hide, you can duck me all you want to, Ishikawa! The time will come when you have to face your worse fears, Ishikawa...when you will have to answer for your sins! The time will come when you shall enter my Confessional and then, oh my, will you pray! You will pray for death, you will pray for mercy, you will pray for anything and Ishikawa...there will be none found. Nothing but me, kicking your ass from here to heaven and back again! AE: Um, that's really nice Prophet, how you're threatening the president of our great federation. But, what does that have to do with Dan Watterson? TP: Who? Oh...him. The man is a putz! He isn't good enough to carry my bags, let alone face me in the ring! This North American title seems to mean something to him, probable because he knows that it's the best he'll ever do! AE: That's not very fair of you to say. Dan is a very capable wrestler! TP: Whatever! He's a goon and a freak of nature! Tonight, he just becomes a footnote in the annuals of the history of the Prophet! Tonight, instead of Ishikawa in the ring, I will destroy this Watterson and make an example of him for everyone to see! Ishikawa...watch this match very closely and watch as I destroy Watterson and keep thinking to yourself, "That could be me."...Ishikawa, someday soon...that WILL be you! TP: This interview is over. Fade to black. AE: Ok...back to you guys. [[Hell isn't good blares on the P.A as the Hellraiser comes with Mistress Sonia limping towards the commentator's booth. He sits down with Mistress Sonia and they both put on microphones.]] JR: What? No talk to the people? JHG: I'm tired….. give me a break. JR: Well…. I'll admit I thought you wouldn't come here. MS: Well. We did. Now shut up before I make you a doorstopper. JHG: Where's your friend? JR: He decided not to commentate…. I guess he knew you were coming. JHG: Very funny. Let's get on with the match! [[DING DING DING]] Francine: Ladies and gentlemen. This bout is a CAREER ENDING MATCH! {{Crowd pops]] ["Can't Nobody Hold Me Down" by Puff Daddy begins to play over the loudspeakers as the fans get off their feet and begin to cheer loudly.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from London England, standing _SIX_ feet _THREE_ inches tall and weighing TWO HUNDRED, THIRTY-FIVE pounds, here is, the self proclaimed best pound for pound wrestler in the world today... TOMMY ''Lord'' LIONHEART!!!! [''Can't Nobody Hold Me Down'' by Puff Daddy continues to play over the PA system as a puff of smoke fills the entrance way. The lights dim as, outsteps none other than Tommy ''Lord'' Lionheart to an overwhelming reception. Tommy looks around the entrance way as fireworks explode over the arena. He walks down the aisleway wearing his royal blue robe with the word ''Lord'' written in italic. He walks down the aisle slapping a few fans hands before stepping up the ring steps and into the ring. He immediately climbs to the top rope and raises his arms in the air as the fans begin a ''TOMMY, TOMMY'' chant. He jumps down and stands in the middle of the ring, where he slowly raises his arms in the air....THEN drops them as fireworks explode. The theme fades out as Tommy takes off his robe and gives it to the ring attendant] JHG: Now there's a loser. I still can't believe he once held a title in this place. I mean if I can kick his ass than logic dictates that I should be the champion and not Dan "The Girle-man". MS: He'll get his one day dear. Be patient. ["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.] JHG: Now, if there was someone who god ugly….. and the AoD is not that better to look at either. JR: How can you say that about Heather? She looks terrific. JHG: Apparently your standards are way low. JR: That leaves us with one man left. JEDAH'S VOICE - I am the Future... and the Future is NOW! [The lights return as a Blood Red Tint, and we see a dozen Acolytes lining the aisle on each side. Metallica's "The Call of Ktulu" has been playing for some time. Then, from the entrance, stands two figures. One male, one female. The Female appears to be dressed in leather and chain-mail, while the male, much taller, is dressed in a Blood Red Fur Cloak, and a Iron Helmet adorns his head... with demon wings outstretched from both sides. They makes their way down the aisle, and each Acolyte falls to one knee slowly as the couple passes.] RING ANNOUNCER - Now making his way down the ring... Accompanied to the ring by The Shadow Acolyte, Andariel... From Darkness' End. Standing at 7' and weighing in at 310 pounds... JEDAH! [Jedah and Andariel reach the ring. Jedah climbs up the stairs and spreads the ropes for Andariel's approach. As she climbs the stairs and enters the ring, Jedah closes the ropes and steps over the top rope. He falls to his knees, and Andariel slowly begins to remove his helmet. As she removes the helmet, the lights return to normal. We see Jedah's visage, half-painted to resemble a black skull. Andariel unclasps the cloak and removes it from Jedah. Jedah slowly stands, softly kisses Andariel on her cheek, as he again spreads the ropes for her to leave. After her exit, he returns his attention to the ring... and waits.] JHG: Now that is one bad ass wrestler. [[Ding ding]] [[Tommy and AoD charge Jedah. Jedah grabs AoD and throws him out of the ring. He grabs Lionheart by the throat and lifts him up]] JHG: Not good for Lionheart! [[Jedah slams Lionheart with both hands]] JR: The Penultimatum! Ref counts! 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . 3!!!!!! MS: Now that was TOO pathetic. EVEN for Lionheart. JR: Jedah picks up Lionheart and throws him over the top rope. JHG: Bye bye Lionheart…. I'll miss you…… No I won't. [[AoD grabs a chair. Heather gets the ref's attention and AoD climbs on the top of the ropes.]] MS: Jedah…. Turn around! [[AoD jumps off and slams the chair to the back of Jedah's head bring Jedah down to one knee]] JHG: Just to ONE knee. AoD is wondering how that happened! [[Jedah rises up and grabs AoD by the throat.]] JR: NO! He's setting up AoD for the Penulimatum! [[Andariel screams]] MS: What was that! JHG: That was Jedah's manager, Andariel. [[Jedah turns around and sees Heather grabbing Andariel by the throat with a cord. Jedah breaks the hold as he walks towards Heather.]] JR: Not a smart move by Heather. Jedah doesn't like his acolytes to be harmed. JHG: AoD is setting Jedah up! [[AoD charges Jedah slides under him and…..]] Crowd: [Groans] JR: MY GOD! JHG: Ow! MS: Wow. AoD just kicked Jedah where it don't shine! [[Jedah keels over to the floor and AoD grabs Jedah and puts him a inverted STF]] JR: INVERTED STF! MY GOD! I don't care who you are that WILL hurt you! [[The ref continues to ask Jedah but jedah keeps saying "No"]] JHG: AoD might as well give it up. It's not working. [[AoD finally lets go and does a leg drop on Jedah's head]] JR: Massive head drop. AoD picks up Jedah and gives him such vicious chops! MS: Oooh. The sound of flesh hitting flesh. But I prefer leather hitting flesh though. [[AoD does an Irish Whip and gives Jedah a kick to the knee. Jedah does a flip and lands on his back]] JHG - Jedah must do something now or his career will die as quickly as it started. MS: AoD gets on the top ropes and drop kick! [[Jedah slowly tries to get up and AoD grabs Jedah by behind]] JR: This ain't right. [[ AoD gets prepped for a suplex]] JHG - He tries and…. [Bam] MS: HE GOT IT! [Bam] JHG- And again [BAM] JR: Monster suplex! Jedah is not doing as well as he used to be. [[AoD stops Jedah on the head continuiously and drops an elbow]] JR: Never have I seen AoD so focused. He wants Jedah out for good! [[AoD grabs Jedah and lifts him up]] JR: MY GOD! [BAM!] JHG: Fall From Heaven! MS: Ooooh…. Painful. [[AoD climbs to the top rope]] JR: This could be it! YES! IT IS! [[Jumps off the top rope and does a leg drop on Jedah]] JR: Death From Above! Ref counts! 1. .. . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . THR--- KICK OUT! TWO AND THREE QUARTERS! [[AoD complains to the ref as Jedah gets back up]] JHG: Not good. MS: He's gonna get it. [[AoD turns around and gets a closeline from Jedah]] JHG: Wait…. I think so…. YES! HE HAS BEEN DECAPITATED! JR: Or close to it. MS: Jedah picks up AoD and….. [[Bam]] MS: Chokeslam! [[Jedah without letting go of his neck does another chokeslam] MS: Another! OW! [Bam] MS: And another. This is getting to be good! JHG: And Jedah never let go of AoD's neck. In fact he was grabbing nothing BUT AoD's neck. [Jedah picks up AoD and lifts him over his head] JR: Frequent flyer miles come up! [[Jedah throws AoD over the ropes and AoD lands on the concrete]] JR: MY GOD! MY GOD! THIS IS GETTING OUT OF HAND! JHG: I'm glad I chose this match. MS: I wouldn't miss it for the world. I hope some blood will come out soon. JR: Ugh! JHG: SHUT UP! [[Jedah climbs over the top rope and off the apron. He grabs AoD and lifts him over his head again]] JHG: Here we go again! [[Jedah throws AoD over the top rope into the ring.]] JR: MY GOD! That was a great move….. wait….. that ain't right….. JEDAH IS CLIMBING THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! JHG : Intresting. [[Jedah lifts his hands in the air]] JR: He hits this it is all over! [[Jedah jumps and does a splash on AoD]] MS: He must have broken every bone in AoD's body….. that's good. Ref counts. 1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . .. three… NO KICKOUT! Impressive! [[AoD slides to the ropes and uses them to get up.]] JR: Jedah can't believe it. JHG: Neither can I. Jedah for the first time using the ropes and he still didn't keep AoD down. [[AoD grabs Jedah from behind.]] JR: Wait! [[AoD does a German suplex with the bridge]] JR: Ref counts! 1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . 3!! [[DING DING]] JR: JEDAH IS GONE JEDAH IS-- Francine: And the winner of the match is….. JEDAH! JR: WHAT?! JHG: Let's look at that angle! Jedah's shoulder's were up….. but AoD's were down…. What a rookie mistake. AoD is gone and so are we. [[Mistress Sonia and JHG walk out.]] ------------------------------------------------- Jim Robson: Ladies and Gentlemen, The next match should be a real treat for all of you. Two IWF/WOW veterans go at it for the NEWLY restored IWF/WOW North American Title. Jack Anderson: Thats right. The North American Title is back but more importantly, I am back. Jim Robson: Last Week on IWF/WOW Monday Mayhem, Dan Watterson took on Tommy Lionheart for the US National Title. Watterson came out of the match victorious and was crowned the new US National champion. But... Jack Anderson: Allow me to finish Jimbo. But like the smart man that Dan Watterson is he would not settle for JUST the US National Title. And later on in the night he convinced our loved President, Chad Ishikawa to retire the US National title and crown him the new North American Champion instead. Jim Robson: Chad promised Dan Watterson that he would receive the IWF/WOW North American Title tonight when he faces the IWF/WOW "Legend" The Prophet. Wait....Hold on a second.... [Jim Robson pauses as if he is hearing something in his headset] Jim Robson: I am getting word that we have some live footage of President Ishikawa from backstage. Let's take you there. [The camera cuts to the backstage area where we see President Chad Ishikawa frantically looking for something. Chad has the IWF/WOW US National Title over his shoulder. As the microphone gets closer to Chad it can somewhat makeout what he is saying..] Jim Robson: What could Ishikawa be looking for? [Chad continues his frantic search for something and as the mic gets closer once again, We hear him say "Where is that North American Title?". It is now obvious that Chad is frantically looking for the IWF/WOW North American Title belt. The camera cuts back to the ringside crew.] Jim Robson: Our president doesn't seem to be in order. He can't find the North American Title belt which he is supposed to present to the North American champion. Jack Anderson: HA!!HA!HA! Did you see Ishikawa running around back their? HA!HA!HA! Jim Robson: Well, Belt or no belt the next match is for the IWF/WOW North American Championship. Lets take it to Francine who has the call on this one.. Francine: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit and is for the IWF/WOW North American Championship!! [CROWD POP!] [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: Prophet is in the ring and he seems ready for action. Jack Anderson(Laughing): What does the winner of this match get? Ishikawa can't find the belt. HA1 HA! HA! Francine: And his opponent... ["Dream On" by Aerosmith begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Philadelphia, PA standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 229 pounds, He is the current IWF/WOW North American Champion, here is ... Dan "The Man" Watterson! [Dan wears black trunks with "The Man" inscribed over them. He wears black wrestling boots. He walks down to the ring, usually ignoring the fans' heckling. As he jumps to the ring steps, he yells, "I am the man!" to the crowd. They are not appreciative, to say the least.] Jim Robson: Both men in the ring and they are ready for this high impact match up. We are just moments away from the opening bell.. [DING!][DING!][DING!] Jim Robson: AND THERE IT IS!! WE ARE OFF!! [Immediatly as the opening bell sounds both men begin to cirle each other around the ring, Each man tries to get the first offensive attack of this match. Prophet and Dan Watterson finally meet and they lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Both men struggle and then the Prophet overpowers Watterson and shoves him hard to the canvas. The camera cuts over the ringside where we see the Choir-Master applauding the Prophet's effort.] Jim Robson: Choir Master seems happy as the Prophet using his little weight advantage and power to shove Dan Watterson down. Jack Anderson: It's just a little mishap, Watterson will be on the Prophet like white on rice in a second, You just watch. [The shove from the Prophet does not have that much effect on Watterson. As soon as he hits the canvas Watterson pops back up and begins the yell at the Prophet and the crowd. Watterson then gets an angry look on his face and charges at the Prophet. Watterson comes running and the Prophet takes him down with a hard drop toe hold drawing a mini pop from the crowd. Watterson gets back to his feet holding his face and Prophet runs over him with HARD lariet almost taking Watterson's head off.] Jim Robson: Prophet is now in control and he is going to try and set the pace the way he likes it. Jack Anderson: I'm tellig you, Watterson is not really hurt. It's just a strategic move that will pay off in the end. You watch. Jim Robson:(Sarcastic) Yeah, Okay Jack. [Prophet picks Watterson up off the canvas and whips him into the ropes. Prophet puts his head down as Watterson rebounds off the ropes and Watterson counters the attempted back body drop with a very well executed swinging neckbreaker to the dismay of the crowd. Prophet hits the canvas hard holding his neck and Watterson makes the first cover of the match.] REF: ONE!! TWO!! Jim Robson: KICKOUT!! Way too early to put the veteran away. [Watterson gets back up to his feet and drags Prophet to his feet. Watterson takes the Prophet and throws him hard into the corner of the ring. Watterson goes over to the Prophet and begins wail away with hard kicks to the stomach and ribs of the Prophet making him slouch over in the corner. Watterson grabs Prophet by the arm and whips him into the opposite corner. Prophet hits the turnbuckle and rebounds dazed to the center of the ring. Immediatly, Watterson runs and bounces off the ropes and catches Prophet with a nice bulldog from behind. Watterson covers.] REF: ONE!! TWO!! Jack Anderson: Prophet kicks out at two. Watterson is going to get mad now. [Dan Watterson drags the Prophet to his feet and nails him with a couple of right hands that rock the Prophet backward. Watterson grabs the Prophet and hooks in position for a suplex. He picks him up high in the air as the crowd boos and delivers and nicely executed vertical suplex that sends both men crashing to the mat. Watterson makes a quick cover] REF: ONE!! TWO!! Jim Robson: Prophet with another kickout!! Jack Anderson: Watterson should put him away soon. Jim Robson: Listen Jack, I know the Prophet and it is going to take a lot to put him away. [Watterson once again picks the Prophet up to his feet and sets him up in position for a Powerbomb..] Jim Robson: Uh Oh, It looks like we are going to see a big powerbomb from Dan Watterson. Jack Anderson: I don't even need to say it. You know what I'm thinking James. [Dan Waterson lifts the Prophet up into the air and.......PROPHET REVERSES THE POWERBOMB INTO A HURRICARANA!! Dan Watterson hits the mat with impact and pops back up off the mat dazed. Prophet immediatly gets up and delivers a HUGE clotheline to Dan Watterson sending him over the top rope and top the outside. Prophet stands in the ring and raises his hands in the air, Drawing a mixed reaction from the crowd.] Jim Robson: Prophet with a huge offesive manuver that sends the North American champion to the outside. It looks like the Prophet is going to go after him and the referee is starting to count them out. [The Prophet goes to outside of the ring where Dan Watterson is laying on the ground..] REF: 1..... [Prophet picks up Watterson and puts him over his shoulder...] REF: 2...... [The Prophet drops Dan Watterson throat first across the steel guard rail cutting of Watterson's air supply and causing him to gasp for air...] REF: 3... [The Prophet continues his attack on Dan Watterson by laying in vicious kicks while Watterson lays on the floor..] REF: 4............5...........6............ [Prophet grabs the padding on the outside of the arena floor and rips it up, Exposing the concrete floor. He signals that he is going to do something to Watterson...] Jim Robson: PROPHET IS GOING TO DROP WATTERSON RIGHT ON THAT CONCRETE!! [Prophet picks up Watterson and BODY SLAMS HIM RIGHT ONTO THE EXPOSED CONCRETE!! Watterson twitches in pain but the Prophet doesn't seem to care. The ref thinks about calling for the DQ but instead decides to let it continue..] REF: 7.............8.............. [Prophet picks up Watterson and rolls him back into the ring, He quickly follows.] Jim Robson: This could be it, Prophet covers Watterson and hooks the leg!! REF: ONE!! TWO!! Jim Robson: KICKOUT!! Watterson muscled out of the cover. [The Prophet picks Watterson back up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Watterson rebounds and the Prophet catches him with a standing dropkick to the face sending him to the mat. Prophet hops back up to his feet and nails Watterson with two elbow drops to the chest.] Jim Robson: Prophet is working over Watterson, Trying to wear him down. Jack Anderson: He can try but Watterson will rebound. [Prophet picks Watterson back up to his feet and puts him over his shoulder in position for a power slam. Prophet runs with and and...WATTERSON slips off Prophets back..] Jim Robson: Watterson is behind Prophet and he spins him around...DDT BY WATTERSON!! THE COVER... REF: ONE!! TWO!! Jack Anderson: Prophet gets the shoulder up!! [Watterson gets up and drags the Prophet up. He grabs the Prophet and throws him into the corner. Watterson hits Prophet with some right hands to the face and then grabs him in a front face lock. Watterson climbs to the middle turnbuckle and delivers a Tornado DDT to the Prophet. He covers..] REF: ONE!! TWO!! Jim Robson: NO!! KICKOUT!! Prophet kicks out. [Watterson gets a mad look on his face and picks the Prophet up to his feet. He hooks the Prophet in postion for a Belly to back suplex....Watterson picks him up in the air and the Prophet flips over his back and lands on his feet.] Jim Robson: The Prophet landed on his feet!! He grabs Watterson by the waist....GERMAN SUPLEX!! Prophet holds onto Watterson and rolls into ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX!! He holds on again and deliver a THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX...Prophet lets go and Watterson is hurting on the mat. [Prophet gets to his feet and climbs to the top rope. He stands their for a moment and then looks at the prone body of Dan Watterson in the ring. He leaps.....AND CONNECTS WITH A FLYING ELBOW FROM THE TOP ROPE..He covers Watterson...] REF: ONE!! TWO!! THREE???!! Jim Robson: NO!! SHOULDER UP BY WATTERSON!! [Prophet picks Watterson and NAILS him with an inverted DDT. He climbs back up to the top rope and waits for Watterson to get to his feet. Watterson is on his feet and Prophet leaps off the top rope with a flying cross body block..] Jack Anderson: YES!! WATTERSON CAUGHT PROPHET!! And.....HE TURNS PROPHET INTO A TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!! This one is over... REF: ONE!! TWO!! Jim Robson: THRe...NO!! PROPHET WITH A FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!! Jack Anderson: Watterson is back up and he is on the top rope!! He leaps off...FROG SLASH FROM THE NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION!! COVER... REF: ONE!! TWO!!! Jim Robson: NO!! NO!! NO!! ANOTHER KICKOUT FROM THE PROPHET!! Jack Anderson: But Watterson is back up and he is kicking away at Prophet. Watterson climbs back up to the top rope. This is going to be good, hahahhaha. [Watterson is perched on the top rope and Prophet is on the mat. Watterson stands their and waits for Prophet to get to his feet. Prophet gets to his feet but canot fully stand up....PROPHET FALLS OVER AND INTO THE ROPES KNOCKING DAN WATTERSON CROTCH FIRST ACROSS THE TOP ROPE!! Prophet climbs to the top rope and ....TOP ROPE HURRICANRANA FROM PROPHET!! He covers...] REF: ONE!! TWO!! Jack Anderson: WATTERSON WITH A SHOULDER UP!! WATTTERSON WITH A SHOULDER UP!!HE KICKED OUT OF "THE HOLY ROLLER"!! Jim Robson: Yes and he is back up.. [Prophet grabs Watterson and delivers a piledriver which crumble Dan Watterson right up. Prophet climbs to the top rope and gets ready to fly off at the prone Watterson. He leaps off with a legdrop and...WATTERSON MOVES!! PROPHET HITS HARD!! Waterson and Prophet both pop back up and Watterson nails Prophet with a SUPERKICK!! Watterson hops to the top rope and leaps off and nails Prophet with a MOONSAULT!! The cover..] REF: ONE!! TWO!! Jim Robson: KICKOUT!! ONLY TWO ON THE PROPHET!! [Watterson gets back up and drags Prophet back up to his feet. He lifts Prophet up and places him in a firemans carry position over his shoudlers. PROPHET FALLS OFF HIS SHOULDERS AND LANDS BEHIND WATTERSON!! Prophet with a dropkick that sends Watterson into the ropes, He rebounds and Prophet puts his head down, Watterson kicks Prophet in the face and swings with a clothesline at Prophet. Prophet ducks the clothesline and kicks Watterson in the gut, He takes Watterson down with a scoop slam. He attempts a standing leg drop on Watterson which Watterson moves from, Watterson gets back to his feet as well as the Prophet and the Prophet kicks Watterson in the gut.....DDT BY PROPHET!!] Jim Robson: WHAT AN EXCHANGE BY THESE TWO MEN!! [Prophet picks Dan Watterson back up to his feet and puts him in a side headlock. Watterson counters it into a BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX WITH A BRIDGE!! The cover..] REF: ONE!! TWO!!! Jim Robson: NO!! ONLY TWO!! PROPHET ONCE AGAIN KICKS OUT!! [Both men get to their feet and Prophet RUNS OVER DAN WATTERSON WITH A LARIET!! PROPHET QUICKLY HOPS TO THE TOP ROPE AND LEAPS OFF....SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! COVER..] REF: ONE!! TWO!! Jack Anderson: Kickout by Watterson!! [Prophet picks Watterson back up to his feet and whips him into the ropes...He bounce off the other side and runs at Watterson....] Jack Anderson: DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!! Jim Robson: Both men used the last bit of energy that they had to pull off that one move!! They are both down. [Both men lay motionless in the ring as the referee counts them both out. As the referee reaches the cunt of 5 both men shows signs of life and try to pull themselves up using the ropes. Finally, They both are up!! They come to the center of the ring and begin to exchange right and lefts hands. Prophet gets the better of the exchange and knocks Watterson down to the mat. Watterson pops back up and Prophet grabs his arm and trys to whip him into the corner...Watterson reverses it and whips Prophet into the corner. Watterson charges at Prophet..] Jim Robson: PROPHET PUTS HIS HEAD DOWN AND BACK BODY DROPS WATTERSON RIGHT ONTO THE TOP ROPE CROTCH FIRST!! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, MR.WATTERSON??!! Jack Anderson: Prophet is going up after him... Jim Robson: This could be the Superplex which he calls "The Saving Grace"...They are both on the top rope.....Prophet has Watterson hooked....SUPERPLEX!!! SUPERPLEX!! PROPHET HITS "THE SAVING GRACE"!!! THIS IS IT!! THIS IS IT!!! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A NEW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION!! [But what Jim Robson doesn't know is that both men are down motionless on the mat. Nobody is moving.] Jim Robson: PROPHET IS TOO WINDED TO MAKE THE COVER!! Wait.....HE PUTS HIS HAND ACROSS THE CHEST OF WATTERSON!! REF: ONE!! TWO!!! Jim Robson: THREE!!....NO!! NO!! The referee is saying that Watterson has got his foot on the ropes and he does. [Just as that is said a man begins to stalk down the aisle. He is wearing a big trenchcoat. This man is none other than "The Rocket" Richard Blair. The crowd boos loudly as Richard walks over to ringside and begins to watch this match.] Jim Robson: WHAT THE HELL!! Why is Richard Blair out here? HE ISN'T IN THIS MATCH! Jack Anderson: Ah, Yes. But if you remember, Dan Watterson spit right into "The Rocket's" face last week and he wants a lttle revenge!! Jim Robson: Back in the ring!! The Prophet is back up and... [The Choir-Master tells The Prophet to Superplex Dan Watterson again and finish this match off. Prophet listens and picks Watterson back up and places him on the top rope...] Jim Robson: PROPHET IS GOING TO FINISH THIS ONE OFF!!! HE IS GOING TO SUPERPLEX DAN WATTERSON AGAIN!! He climbs to the top both men are up their... Jack Anderson: WATTERSON SHOVES THE PROPHET OFF THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE MAT!!! [The Prophet hits the mat HARD and gets back to his feet dazed...Watterson leaps off the top rope and.....] Jim Robson: WATTERSON CONNECT WITH A FLYING BODY PRESS!! THATS HIS FINISHER!! COVER... REF: ONE!! TWO!! Jim Robson: THREE!!! NO!! NO!! NO!!! PROPHET TURNS WATTERSON OVER INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!! REF: ONE!! TWO!!! Jim Robson: KICKOUT!! Prophet gets back to his feet!! He kicks Watterson in the gut and puts him in position for a piledriver....LOW BLOW BY WATTERSON!!! LOW BLOW!! [The Prophet falls to the mat in pain holding his crotch. The referee warns Watterson to not do that but does not DQ him. Prophet is down and Watterson gets back up. Just as he does, Richard Blair with the trench coat still on hops onto the apron..] Jim Robson: BLAIR IS ON THE APRON!! BLAIR IS ON THE APRON!!! WHAT IS HE DOING!! Jack Anderson: WATTERSON SEES HIM AND BOTH ARE YELLING AT EACH OTHER!! [With the Prophet recovering, Richard Blair begins to jaw with Dan Watterson as the referee trys to get Richard off the apron. Richard then rips off that giant trench coat he was wearing, Reveiling... [THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE AROUND HIS WAIST!!! The camera zooms in on it as Richard begins to laugh..] Jim Robson: BLAIR HAS GOT THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE, THATS WHERE IT WENT!! [This INFURIATES Dan Watterson who clotheslines Richard Blair off the apron and to the area floor.] Jim Robson: THERE GOES BLAIR!! [Dan Watterson follows Blair to the outside of the ring and begins to attack Richard Blair. The Prophet is back up to his feet in the ring and he looks confused as to what is going on. He just stands in the ring as the referee begins to count Watterson out.] REF: 1..........2............3.............4...............5....... [Dan Watterson picks up Richard Blair and piledrives him on the outside of the ring. Dan Watterson jumps back on top of Blair and proceeds to pummel him with left and right hands.] Jim Robson: DAN WATTERSON HAS SNAPPED AND HE IS BEATING THE HELL OUT OF RICHARD BLAIR ON THE OUTSIDE!! Jack Anderson: BUT HE IS STILL GETTING COUNT OUT!! REF: 6................7...............8..................9......... [Prophet stands in the ring as Watterson continues to pummel Blair on the outside.] REF: .........10!!!!!!! [DING!][DING!][DING!] Francine: Here is your winner as a result of a Count-out at 16:42......THE PROPHET!!!! [Pause] Francine: Therefore, _STILL_ IWF/WOW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION............DAN "THE MAN" WATTERSON!!!! [CROWD BOOS LOUDLY!!] Jim Robson: Prophet has won this match up but Watterson is still the North American Champion!! Jack Anderson: What is Prophet doing? [The Prophet runs to the outside of the ring where Dan Watterson is still pummeling Richard Blair and....KICKS DAN WATTERSON IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD...Knocking him off of Richard Blair.] Jim Robson: DDT BY PROPHET ON DAN WATTERSON!! BLAIR IS BACK ON HIS FEET AND HE AND THE PROPHET ARE BOTH STOMPING AWAY AT DAN WATTERSON!! [Richard Blair and The Prophet picks Dan Watterson to his feet. Both men grabs Watterson and...] ***CRASH*** [THROW HIM INTO THE STEEL STEPS SENDING THEM FLYING!! The impact really puts Watterson out. Richard Blair grabs a steel chair from underneath the ring as the Prophet picks Dan Watterson back up. The Prophet holds Dan Watterson up and...] **CRACK** Jim Robson: STEEL CHAIR TO THE HEAD OF DAN WATTERSON BY RICHARD BLAIR!! PROPHET AND BLAIR ARE DISMANTLING WATTERSON HERE TONIGHT!! [They both walk back over to Watterson and continue to stomp away at him. Just as they do, Officials from the back run down to ringside to break to action up. They get between Watterson, Prophet and Blair. The Prophet walks away from the action as Richard Blairs still kicks away at Watterson. The Prophet walks back up the aisle and as he does the camera catches him for a moment. The Prophet looks into the camera and says....] PROPHET: I HAVE MORE IMPORTANT GOALS THAN THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE!! [Prophet walks backstage. Meanwhile, Richard Blair is still trying to get back to Watterson as officials finally break the two of them up. Watterson lies motionless on the ground as Richard Blair finally notices that the Prophet has left the ring. Blair looks around and trys to find Prophet but he cannot. He gets a lost look acroos his face and then leaves the ring as officials tend to Dan Watterson.] Jim Robson: WATTERSON IS DOWN!! PROPHET IS GONE!! BLAIR HAS ASSAULTED WATTERSON!! Jack Anderson: BUT WATTERSON IS STILL THE NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION!!! Jim Robson: IT'S MAYHEM HERE AT WRESTLEFEST 2000!!! ---------------------------------------------------- Jim Robson: Next up folks we will have a dandy of a tag team encounter, with the current I/W Tag Team Champions the Inner Circle, composed of Magnus Colby and "Professor" Steve West, putting up the tag team gold against the number one contenders for the tag team titles....Hightower and "The Wildman" Mike Johnston, other wise known as the West Coast Connection. And as some of you may or may not know, all of these men have some kind of a tainted past. Jack Anderson: HA! That has got to be an understatement. First off Hightower has had problems with both members of the Inner Circle, from the past, and he even has had problems with his current tag team partner! Jim Robson: What are you talking about?? Jack Anderson: What are you blind?? First off Hightower hates Steve West, because they went from enemies to friends to enemies again, blah blah blah! Then Hightower also has a grudge with Magnus Colby, for something involving Derrick DaMann two years ago!!! Then you have the past problems with his partner Mike Johnston! I was there Jim....when the WCC was first brought in, it was Hightower, Ina, and "The Enforcer" Shaun Kroeker....that was the original WCC!!! And who was the man who took that all away from him, his friend, his girlfriend, his tag team....it was "The Wildman" Mike Johnston!! Johnston did it then, and he can do it again now! Jim Robson: Gee Jack I know you haven't been at the table here for a long time, but has it been so long that you can't even make a point in a quick sentence now?? Jack Anderson: SHUT UP! No my point is this...Hightower has all this rage and angter inside of him, directed at his opponents and at his partner, and I don't believe that Ina will be able to keep her 'boys' in line to work as a team, and that the Inner Circle is going to retain their tag team titles here tonight! [Jim Robson looks at Jack Anderson with pity and then hangs his head in disgust.] Jack Anderson: What?? Was it something I said?? [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Francine: The following contest is set for one fall with a 25 minute time limit and it is for the IWF/WOW World Tag Team Championship!! [The crowd pops as Francine pauses, just for dramatically effect of course.] Francine: First introducing the challengers... ["If" by Janet Jackson starts to play and the fans are confused as Ina comes out from behind the curtain, dressed in a black mini skirt and a red shirt on, she stands at the entrance way and looks around at the crowd.] Jim Robson: What the...shouldn't the WCC be coming out here?? Jack Anderson: Who cares look at that body...damn what I wouldn't give to get a piece of that! [All of the sudden Jeremy Stenzel comes out from behind the curtains and st5ands beside Ina, and the crowd is confused.] Jim Robson: What the hell is Stenzel doing with Ina... Jack Anderson:...when she could be with a guy like me. [Ina and Jeremy Stenzel start walking down to the ring and Ina has a microphone in her hand and brings it to her mouth as the duo make their way down to the ring.] INA: Now know what you are all thinking, and before any of you start getting the wrong ideas, no me and Jeremy are not together!!Jeremy Stenzel offered his services, because knowing the Inner Circle, he knew that we might need an extra hand....and no there are no more problems between him and the WCC....so put all those rumors aside, and for you guys like...JACK ANDERSON...stop assuming that Jeremy's here to help the WCC win...because he's not! By the way welcome back Jack..YOU SUCK!! [The crowd laughs as Ina and Stenzel climb into the ring, with Ina casting a wicked glare at Anderson who is a bit pissed off, and when they climb into the ring Ina brings the mic back to her mouth again while motioning for Francine to move out of the way.] INA: Now tonight ladies and gentlemen you are in for a treat, because not only will you get to see the Inner Circle get their asses kicked... [Ina pauses as the crowd pops.] INA:...but you also get to see the West Coast Connection being the guys who kick the crap out of the IC!! [The crowd pops again.] INA So Steve West...Magnus Colby...I hope you're ready...to...bow down!! [The crowd pops as Ina puts her mic aside and Francine goes back to the introductions.] Jim Robson: Some confident words from Ina... Jack Anderson: Stupid freakin' bit... Francine: Introducing the challengers... ["Bow Down" by the West Side Connection begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers as the crowd awaits the entrance of The West Coast Connection.] Francine: Coming down the aisle at a total combined weight of 499 pounds, here is "The Wildman" Mike Johnston and Hightower, they are... T H E... W E S T... C O A S T... C O N N E C T I O N ! ! ! [The fans pop as fireworks go off above the VideoTron as out from behind the curtain comes Hightower and "The Wildman" Mike Johnston, and the crowd gives a big pop as they pause at the top of the entrance way, with hands on hips scanning the crowd with a pleased look, then they head down to the ring, with both men slapping hands with the fans. They get to the ring and climb in, and they hype up the fans, along with Ina and Jeremy Stenzel, and then Stenzel backs off and stands by Francine as Hightower stands in the middle of the ring, with Ina standing in front of him, and "The Wildman" Mike Johnston is knealing in front of her, and all three of them are flashing the WCC hand sign as fireworks go off high above the ring and pyro's shoot out from the ring posts. Then as the smoke clears Hightower and Mike Johnston both shake hands with Jeremy Stenzel, and Stenzel and Ina get out of the ring as Johnston and Hightower await the arrival of the tag team champions.] Francine: And their opponents... ["25 OR 6 TO 4" by CHICAGO plays and the fans start to boo, with the exception of the Inner Circle marks who cheer, awaiting the arrival of the tag team champions.] Francine: Coming down the aisle at a total combined weight of 513 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by The Prophet, here is Magnus Colby and "Professor" Steve West, they are the current and reigning IWF/WOW Tag Team Champions, here is the... I N N E R . . . C I R C L E ! ! ! [The crowd boo's as The Prophet comes out from behind the curtains first, looking around the arena with a wicked looking smile on his face, as he raises both arms in the air, 'introducing' the tag champs who then come out from behind the curtain, with Steve West and Magnus Colby holding the IWF/WOW World Tag Team Titles slung over their shoulders. Togther the three men stand there, basking in the boo'ing of the crowd, then they make their way down to ringside, with The Prophet giving instructions to both men as they make their way down to the ring. Once they get to the ring The Prophet stays on the outside, and Steve West and Magnus Colby climb in, with each men going to a turnbuckle holding the tag titles high above their heads with one hand and with the other hand flashing the Inner Circle symbol. Then they hand the tag team titles to the referee, who holds them up high in the air for the crowd to view one last time before the match starts.] [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Jim Robson: Okay well it looks like starting things off for the WCC will be "The Wildman" Mike Johnston...and starting things off for the tag team champs will be Magnus Colby! Jack Anderson: Good I hope Colby beats the living crap out of Johnston, The Wildman used to be cool, he used to be good, but now that he has aligned himself with Hightower...he just plan sucks!! [The crowd cheers with excitement as Magnus Colby and Mike Johnston start to circle each other in the ring.] Jim Robson: Colby and Johnston circle each other...Collar & Elbow Tie Up...and Colby just shoves Johnston down to the mat! [Johnston looks up suprisingly at Magnus Colby, who gloats by flexing his muscles, and Johnston slowly gets to his feet and once again him and Colby start to circle each other.] Jack Anderson: Come on Magnus....do it again!! Show off to that fool! Jim Robson: Colby and Johnston lock up again....Johnston gets Colby in a Rear Waist Lock...and Johnston picks Colby off of the mat and drops him on his stomache!! [The crowd pops as Mike Johnston starts to slap the back of the head of Magnus Colby, then springs up to his feet and starts taunting Magnus Colby as he angrily gets up to his feet.] Jack Anderson: Now that is uncalled for...this is a wrestling match not a b*tch slap contest! Jim Robson: Something that you would know plenty about right? Jack Anderson: Hey! Jim Robson: Colby and Johnston are circling each other again for the thrid time...they go for another lock up...no Colby drives a knee to the mid-section of Johnston! And another one!! Colby with the irish Whip sending Johnston to the ropes...BIG CLOTHSLINE FROM MAGNUS COLBY!!! Colby covers... REF: One..... . . . . . Tw..... Jim Robson: No kickout by Johnston! Jack Anderson: Damn and I thought the match was almost over! Jim Robson: Colby drags Johnston to his feet....hard shot to the Forehead by Colby staggers Johnston! Another hard right hand send Johnston staggering back... [Mike Johnston bounces off of the ropes after the punch from Colby, and when he bounces back he goes to punch Colby back.] Jim Robson: Counter punch from Johnston...NO..Colby blocks it and sends The Wildman realing with another hard shot to the forhead. Jack Anderson: Yes yes yes come on Magnus buddy.....smash his face in!!! Jim Robson: Jack please! Colby with the Irish Whip sending Johnston to the corner....AND COLBY FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A VERTICLE SPLASH IN THE CORNER!!! Jack Anderson: That's the way to go MC...CRUSH HIM!!! Jim Robson: Hey Jack cut down on the caffine! Jack Anderson: I did already! Jim Robson: Oh brother! [Magnus Colby jaws with the crowd for a few moments, then turns back to "The Wildman" Mike Johnston and starts nailing him with punches to the head and body.] Jack Anderson: YES YES YES....COME ON MAGNUS POUND HIM SO BAD THAT HIS GRANDKIDS WILL FEEL IT!!! Jim Robson: Will you chill out! Jack Anderson: Hey sorry but I love seeing guys like Mike Johnston or Hightower getting beaten up....it's like opening gifst at Christmas time! Jim Robson: You are something else you know that! [On the outside of the ring Ina starts yelling at The Prophet for some unforseen reason, and after he starts yelling obsenities at her, Jeremy Stenzel starts jawwing with The Prophet as well.] Jack Anderson: And there we go again....that stupid wench Ina starts running her mouth, and The Prophet retaliates in all fairness, and now Jeremy Stenzel has to try and stick up for her, but that's only because he wants to doink here! Jim Robson: Jack will you either chill out and stop trying to cause problems or shut the hell up! Jack Anderson: Whatever! [Magnus Colby finally stops pounding away on Mike Johnston, and looks over at Hightower and jaws with him for a few seconds before turning his attention back to Mike Johnston.] Jim Robson: Magnus Colby pulls Johnston out of the corner...and he sends him to the opposite turnbuckle...AND THE WILDMAN HITS HARD!! Colby charges in...NO JOHNSTON MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND COLBY HITS CHEST FIRST IN THE CORNER! [Johnston sneaks up behind Coolby as he stumbles backwards, and rolls him up from behind.] Jim Robson: SCHOOL BOY ROLL UP BY JOHNSTON... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Thr..... Jim Robson: No Steve West in to make the save! [Johnston glares at Steve West as the referee escorts West back to his own corner.] Jack Anderson: Now that is good tag team work by the champs....that's what a smart tag team would do...get in that ring and breakup the pinfall! Jim Robson: "The Wildman" Mike Johnston brings Colby to his feet and tosses him in the corner...HARD KNIFE EDGE CHOP BY JOHNSTON ECHO'S THROUGHOUT THE ARENA!! [The crowd gives a good old Ric Flair "WWWHHHHOOOOOO" yell after Johnston nails the Knife Edge Chop on Colby, who holds his cheast in agony.] Jim Robson: Johnston winds up...AND ANOTHER HARD KNIFE EDGE CHOP BY JOHNSTON!! I tell you out of all the guys in the world of professional wrestling, not many people can do a really good Knife Edge Chop....and I would say that Mike Johnston is definatly in the top 5 for that category! Jack Anderson: Please Johnston couldn't pull off a proper Knife Edge Chop in a wrestling video game for crying out loud let alone a wrestling ring! [Johnston nails Magnus Colby with a hard right hand to the jaw, then pulls him out of the corner.] Jim Robson: Mike Johnston with Magnus Colby...Irish Whip to the ropes....NO REVERSAL BY COLBY...Johnston bounces off the ropes...Tilt-A-Whirl by Colby....NO HEAD SCISSORS TAKEDOWN BY "THE WILDMAN"!!!! [The crowd gives a pop as Magnus Colby quickly crawls over to his corner holding his back, and he tags in his partner Steve West.] Jim Robson: What an awesome move by Johnston, and Colby has decided to quickly exit the ring and let "The Professor" take over against Johnston! Jack Anderson: Well if Mikey Johnston plans on getting past Steve West, then he has another thing coming because I know for a fact that The Wildman can't cut it against a guy like Steve West, who has titles coming out of his ying-yang! [From about 6 feet away in the ring "Professor" Steve West and "The Wildman" Mike Johnston are trash talking each other in the ring. Then Steve West says something and points across the ring to Hightower.] Jack Anderson: What the hell is going on here?? Jim Robson: I think, i am not too sure but I think that Steve West may want to wrestle against Hightower!! Jack Anderson: WHAT?!!? Steve are you NUTS?!?! Er...I mean...yeah go for it Steve-o...kick his ass!! [The crowd starts to buzz as Johnston gives a wicked looking smile at West, then looks around the arena slowly building up anticipation, then he turns to face Hightower, and the two partners stare at each other for a few moments, and finally Hightower slowly extends his hand outwards to get the tag, and the buzz from the crowd gets louder and louder.] Jim Robson: nd as well Hightower wants to get into the ring to get a piece of Steve West!!! ["The Wildman" Mike Johnston slowly walks backwards afacing Steve West, then he reaches behind him and tags in Hightower, who seems to race through the ropes and him and Steve West charge at each other and meet each other with swinging fists.] Jim Robson: WEST AND HIGHTOWER ARE DUKING IT OUT IN THE RING....THERE'S NO LOVE LOST BETWEEN THESE TWO MEN!!! Jack Anderson: Come on Steve school that punk! Jim Robson: West with the upper hand on Hightower and he goes for an Irish Whip...no reversal by Hightower sends Steve West to the ropes...AND A PRESS SLAM BY HIGHTOWER!!! Look at the strength of the youngster from Vancouver...he's holding Steve West up there like he is a feather....!!! [Hightower holds Steve West up in the air while the fans cheer, then he looks at Magnus Colby quickly and mouths the words..."Aint life a bitch"...and then he drops Steve West down to the mat.] Jim Robson:...AND HIGHTOWER DROPS WEST!! HE GOES FOR THE COVER... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Th..... Jack Abderson: NO COLBY MAKES THE SAVE FOR HIS TEAM!! [Magnus Colby gets escorted back to his corner by the referee, but pauses as Hightower gets up to his feet and starts yelling at Magnus Colby.] Jim Robson: Well now Hightower is having a few words with Magnus Colby now...WAIT FROM BEHIND...!!! [While Hightower is arguing with the referee, Steve West slowly gets to his feet and sneaks up behind Hightower, nailing him with a Low Blow without the referee seeing it.] Jim Robson: WEST NAILS HIGHTOWER WITH A LOW BLOW!!! THE REFEREE DIDN'T SEE IT, THE REFEREE DIDN'T SEE IT!!! Jack Anderson: And that's what makes the Inner Circle such an effective tag team....they have the experience and they know how to work well with each other, as we just saw by Colby distracting the referee allowing Steve West to get the advantage on Hightower! Jim Robson: Yeah but that's called cheating!! Jack Anderson: Only if the referee see's it! [Magnus Colby finalyl gets out of the ring as Steve West stomps away at Hightower while Mike Johnston tries to tell the ref about the low blow.] Jim Robson: Steve West drags Hightower to his feet...Standing Side Headlock by Steve West...no Hip Toss by West and he has Hightower down on the ground with that ChinLock still in place! [Hightower sturggles to get out of the hold and/or get back up to his feet, but Steve West uses his leverage to keep Hightower down and the ChinLock applied.] Jim Robson: West still has that ChinLock applied to Hightower...no Hightower is sturggling to get back to his feet...he's on one knee...but Steve West re-positions himself and that hold...and now Hightower is in trouble as he's in a Sleeper hold!! Jack Anderson: See Hightower is suck a fool! I mean he tries to counter the hold, and Steve West outsmarts Hightower and now the big junkie is in trouble!! I love it!! [Steve West applied pressure to the hold and keeps it locked in tight, as he is started to make Hightower pass out.] Jim Robson: Uh oh it looks like it might be lights out for the former two-time North American and Intercontinental Champ!! [Hightower slumps down to the ground as Steve West follows with him, not breaking the hold. Meanwhle on the one side of the ring Magnus Colby and The Prophet are looking quite eager, and on the other side of the ring Mike Johnston is shouting words of encouragement to Hightower, while on the outside of the ring Ina and Jeremy Stenzel try to get the crowd hyped up and to get behind Hightower.] Jack Anderson: HA! These idiot fans are trying to get behind Hightower, but it's too little too late as the big man is done! Jim Robson: The ref goes to check on Hightower....he lifts his arm up...it drops... [The fans pop as suddenly Hightower's arm goes straight up in the air, and Steve West is shocked as Hightower struggles successfully to get back to his feet.] Jim Robson: NO HIGHTOWER IS FIGHTING TO GET BACK TO HIS FEET!! Jack Anderson: NO COME ON WEST....DON'T LET HIM GET BACK UP!! [Hightower is finally up on his feet standing, and Steve West still has the Headlock/Sleeper locked in. Then he nails Steve West with an Eblow to the ribs, and does the same thing over again, breaking free from the hold.] Jim Robson: Hightower bounces off the ropes and charges back at West...BUT WEST WITH A DROP TOE HOLD AND HIGHTOWER GOES FACE FIRST TO THE MAT!! [The crowd boo's as Steve West quickly gets to his feet, grabbing the left leg of Hightower and bouncing his left knee hard down to the mat.] Jim Robson: West bounces that bad knee of Hightower down on the mat, and the big youngster grabs his knee in pain...AND STEVE WEST REPEATS IT AND HIGHTOWER IS IN TROUBLE NOW!!! Jack Anderson: This is great...CRIPPLE HIM STEVE!! [The crowd boo's as Hightower rolls out of the ring holding his knee in pain trying to buy some time, and Steve West distracts the referee.] Jim Robson: Oh no this isn't good...The Prophet is stalking up behind Hightower!!! [The Prophet spins Hightower around and goes to nail him with a right hand, but Hightower blocks it and starts pounding away on The Prophet.] JIm Robson: NO THE PROPHET'S PLAN BACKFIRES AND NOW HIGHTOWER IS HAMMERING AWAY ON THE FIGURE HEAD FOR THE INNER CIRCLE!! [Steve West stops distracting the referee, and charges towards tge ropes and nails Hightower with a Baseball Slide, and as soon as Steve West is out of the ring Magnus Colby starts distracting the referee.] Jim Robson: Steve West on the outside of the ring...he sends Hightower to the steel ring steps with an irish Whip....AND HIGHTOWER HITS KNEE'S FIRST!!! [A loud sound can be heard after Hightower collides with the steele steps, and he screams and holds his left knee as Steve West smiles down at him as the two are right in fron to fhte commentators booth now.] Jack Anderson: HA THIS IS FRICKIN' GREAT!!! THIS IS GREAT WRESTLING!! Jim Robson: You only think this is great wrestling because Hightower is getitng hurt right now!! Jack Anderson: yeah but of course....could it be any other way for me? Jim Robson: Sadly enough no! [In the ring, Mike Johnston has climbed through the ring ropes, trying to show the referee the attack by Steve West outside of the ring, but the referee doesn't listen to him and instead tries to get Johnston out of the ring, and Magnus Colby stands behind the referee taunting Mike Johnston, creating more of a distraction for Steve West.] Jim Robson: Steve West and Hightower are still right out in front of us right now and West is kicking away at that bad knee of Hightower....wait West just grabbed a chair from the timekeeper....he stands above Hightower...AND HE DRIVES THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO THE LEFT KNEE OF HIGHTOWER!!! Jack Anderson: YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!!!! Jim Robson: West with that chair...AGAIN HE DRIVES THE CHAIR RIGHT TO THE BAD KNEE OF HIGHTOWER AND THE CANADIAN YOUNGSTER IS IN ALOT OF PAIN NOW, I THINK HE MAY NOT BE ABLE TO CONTINUE HERE!!! [The crowd boo's as there is still a distraction going on inside the ring, and on the outside of the ring Steve West nails Hightower in the knee with the chair a few more times, then throws the chair down and glares down at Hightower, and Hightower says something to Steve West while he is holding his knee is complete agony.] Jack Anderson: Did you hear that?? Jim Robson: No what did Hightower say?? Jack Anderson: Hightower just looked up at Steve West with tears in his eyes and said to Steve..."I thought you were my big brother"....now how pathetic is that! Jim Robson: Jack please! [Steve West finally picks up Hightower abnd tosses him back in the ring, as Magnus Colby and Mike Johnston are now finally in the corners, and Steve West climbs up on the ring apron and then up to the top ropes.] Jim Robson: Steve West is perched and waiting for Hightower to get up....MISSLE DROPKICK FROM THE PROFESSOR!!! HE GOES FOR A COVER... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Three..... Jim Robson: NO HIGHTOWER GETS HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE ALST SECOND!! [The crowd pops as Steve West agrues with the referee about the count.] Jack Anderson: It was a three I tell you...Steve West got the three count on Hightower! Jim Robson: Well the ref says it was only a two count! Jack Anderson: BAH! Jim Robson: West is not letting Hightower get any rest....he grabs the left leg of Hightower....and starts kicking away at the knee!! Jack Anderson: A good move by Steve West to continue attacking that weakness of Hightower....and it looks like the Inner Circle has this match in the bag! [Steve West drives a couple of elbows to the knee of Hightower, causing him to yelp after each eblows. Then West drags Hightower to the center of the ring.] Jim Robson: What is West going to do now...??? He has Hightower's legs....HE JUST LOCKED IN THE FIGURE 4 LEG LOCK ON HIGHTOWER!!! Jack Anderson: Listen to Hightower he sounds like a pig the way he is squeling right now....I bet you he is going to tap at any moment now!! [Hightower is screaming in pain but refuses to give up as he looks for a way to get out of the hold. Menawhile Jeremy Stenzel and Ina are trying to get the crowd hyped up again and behind Hightower.] Jim Robson: I must say i am shocked that Hightower hasn't tapped yet....I mean he is a tough guy but that bad knee of his has taken quite a beating here....and the Figure Four doesn't exactly feel too good even when a wrestler has two good knee's! Jack Anderson: For crying out loud Hightower will you just save yourself the embarassment and tap out already!! [The referee checks on Hightower again, who still refuses to give up, and Steve West is amazed but keeps the hold on Hightower.] Jim Robson: Ladies and gentlemen you won't see many guys stay in a hold like this for too long, especially when they are hurt, but Hightower must be digging down deep because he refuses to give up, this guys got a big heart I tell you that! Jack Anderson: Yeah and a small brain because the longer he stays in that hold, the more potential damage that could be done to his knee but I think he is finished, and I don't mean just in this match but in his career!!! [Steve West keeps the hold on for a few moments longer, then finally releases the hold.] Jack Anderson: HE TAPPED!?!?!? Jim Robson: No he didn't!!! He was in that hold for longer than 2 minutes, but yet he didn't give up!!! Jack Anderson: Then why the hell did West let go?? [West stands over Hightower who is almost passed out on the mat from being in so much pain, then he gives the signal for his finisher.] Jack Anderson: Now i know why he let go of the hold...he's gonna execute The Final Evaluation on Hightower...then it will be all over!!! Jim Robson: Steve West picks up Hightower and scoops him up on his shoulder...he's pausing...wait Hightower is struggling....Hightower slides off his shoulder behind him...Steve West spins around....kick to the mid-section on West....Hightower sets him up....VICTIMIZER BY HIGHTOWER!!! [The crowd pops as Hightower slowly gets to his feet, and looks down at West with disgust, then he climbs through the ring ropes and climbs up to the top ropes.] Jim Robson: Hightower is back in control, and now the 6 foot 8...271 pounder is perched up on the top turnbuckle with ease...he's waiting for Steve West to get to his feet...he leaps.... [Hightower goes for a Top Rope Clothsline, but at the last minute Steve West rolls out of the way, and Hightower nails the referee with the Clothsline by accident, knocking the ref out cold.] Jim Robson: Hightower accidently nailed the ref!!! The ref is out ciold....Hightower doesn't know what to do...wait West is up and spins Hightower around...he goes for a Clothsline...no Hightower ducks it....AND HE NAILS HIM WITH THE PLUMMET!!!! [The crowd pops as Hightower spits down at West, then goes over to the referee to check on him.] Jack Anderson: I bet you that Hightower did that on purpose! Jim Robson: Jack you saw it as well as i did....it was an accident! Jack Anderson: Accident my ass! Jim Robson: Hey will you...WAIT!! The Prophet just slid in the ring with a chair....he spins Hightower around... [C-R-A-C-K!!!] Jim Robson:...THE PROPHET JUST NAILED HIGHTOWER WITH THAT CHAIR RIGHT OVER THE SKULL AND THE BIG MAN IS DOWN...AND NOW THE PROPHET IS RAMMING THAT CHAIR TO THE KNEE OF HIGHTOWER!!! [The crowd boo's The Prophet, but then starts to cheer as Ina slides in the ring, positioning herself behind the Prophet on her knee's] Jim Robson: Ina is in the ring...Ina is in the ring and she does to give a Forearm Low Blow to The Prophet...!!! [Ina nails The Prophet, but then holds her forearm in pain as The Prophet turns around with a smile on his face as he slowly starts to stalk Ina.] Jim Robson: Ina somehow got hurt with that Low Blow? Jack Anderson: Hey that just proves that The Prophet has b*lls of steel!!! [The Prophet reaches into his trunks, and pulls his hand out, producing a steel cup and Ina gives The Prophet a dirty look as he laughs at her.] Jack Anderson: That's how Ina hurt herself....I told you that The Prophet is a smart man!! [The Prophet lifts the steel chair above his head going to smash it down on Ina.] Jim Robson: NO DAMNIT NO!!! The Prophet is going to smash Ina's skull in with that chair!! [The crowd pops as Jeremy Stenzel quickly gets into the ring, coming up from behind The Prophet and taking the steel chair away from him, causing The Prophet to turn around to face Stenzel.] Jim Robson: NO STENZEL SAVES INA....Prophet turns to face him...DROPKICK BY STENZEL!!! [The crowd cheers as The Prophet turns away from Stenzel, thanks to the momentum from the Dropkick, and he is stopped by Ina, who kicks him in the groin recieving a big groan from the male fans in the audience.] Jim Robson: AND INA FINALLY GETS HER CHANCE FOR A LOW BLOW....AND NOW A STUNNER BY INA TAKES THE PROPHET OUT!! [The crowd pops again as Jeremy Stenzel kicks The Prophet out of the ring, and him and Ina exit the ring as Steve West is getting up to his feet, trying to shake the cobwebs from his head.] Jack Anderson: Come on Steve get up and destroy that punk!!! Jim Robson: West is up...and he goes over to the corner and makes the tag to Magnus Colby!! [The crowd boo's as Magnus Colby gets in the ring and starts kicking away at Hightower.] Jim Robson: Colby is laying the boots to Hightower, now he drags him to the middle of the ring and...what's this?? Colby is heading upstairs! [Magnus Colby climbs through the ring ropes and heads up to the top turnbuckle.] Jack Anderson: The big man for the Inner Circle is up top...SWAN DIVE HEADBUTT....!!!! [Just when it looks like Magnus Colby is about to connect with the headbutt...Hightower rolls out of the way and Colby goes face first to the canvas, just as the referee comes back to life.] Jim Robson: NO COLBY MISSED AFTER HIGHTOWER ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!!! Jack Anderson: How the hell did he do that? I mean how!?!?! Jim Robson: Well both men are down and out right now, but the ref has just regained copncoiusness and is making his mandatory 10 count... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Three..... [Magnus Coolby and Hightower start to stir slightly.] Jim Robson: We have slight movement from both men... Jack Anderson: Come on Magnus tag out....TAG OUT!!! Four..... . . . . . Five..... . . . . . Six..... Jim Robson: Hightower and Colby on crawling over to their corners and their respective tag team partners are reaching out for the tag... Jack Anderson: Come on Magnus just a little bit more...just a little bit more!!! Seven..... . . . . . Eight..... . . . . . Nine..... Jack Anderson...MAGNUS COLBY MAKES THE TAG TO STEVE WEST!!! Jim Robson:...AND HIGHTOWER MAKES THE TAG TO MIKE JOHNSTON!!! [The crowd pops as Johnston enters the ring and him and West race at each other.] Jim Robson: West goes for a right hand...no it's ducked by Johnston...AND THE WILDMAN STARTS NAILING WEST WITH RIGHT JABS TO THE JAW!!! Jack Anderson: No damnit no! Jim Robson: Johnston backs West up to the ropes...he goes for an Irish Whip...no reversal by West....no reversal by Johnston....SHORT ARM WILDKICK!!! [The crowd goes nuts as "The Wildman" Mike Johnston tags Hightower back in, and Mike Johnston exits the ring and climbs up to the top turnbuckle.] Jim Robson: Hightower with Steve West in an Outsider's/Hightower's Edge....he goes to drive him down.... [Hightower executes the move on Steve West, and as he does Mike Johnston leaps off the top ropes with his Wild Ending/Shooting Star Press.] Jim Robson: IT'S THE WEST COAST HIT...IT'S THE FINISHER OF THE WCC THE WEST COAST HIT!!! Jack Anderson: No damnit no no no no no no!!! [Magnus Colby rushes in the ring....but is met with a WildKick from Johnston and he gets dropped. Then Mike Johnston tags Hightower and frantically gestures for him to make the pin.] Jim Robson: What the...Johnston is telling Hightower to make the cover...AND HE DOES... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . THREE!!!!! [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Jim Robson: THEY DID IT!!! Jack Anderson: DAMNIT!! [The crowd goes nuts as Ina and Jeremy Stenzel scramble into the ring to celebrate with the West Coast Connection. As The Prophet gathers West and Colby and the three of them head to the backstage area.] Jim Robson: The West Coast Connection has done it!! They are the new tag team champs....and Hightower has finally achieved one of his goals and has finally....FINALLY...won a tag team championship after nearly 5 years in this business!!! Jack Anderson: Great, this will now be the end of tag team wrestling as we know it...because with the WCC as tag team champs....THIS FED IS GONNA SUCK!!! Jim Robson: I disagree I believe that with the West Coast Connection as the tag team champs, it will bring back the popularity of the tag team division which has been lacking for almost a year now! Jack Anderson: Yeah you would think that!! Francine: Here are your winners of the match and the new IWF/WOW World Tag Team Champions the... W E S T . . . C O A S T . . . C O N N E C T I O N ! ! ! [The crowd gives a huge face pop as "Bow Down" by the West Side Connection plays, and the referee hands the belts over to Hightower and Mike Johnston, who hold them high up in the air as the ref holds their arms in the air. Then Ina and Jeremy Stenzel celebrate with the duo as they slowly make their way out of the ring and back to the dressing rooms, celebrating their win the whole way to the back.] Jim Robson: What a teag team encounter, one of the more exciting tag team matches that i have seen in a long long time!! Jack Anderson: Bah.....the WCC don't deserve to hold on to those tag team titles....and I don't think that they will hold on to them for very long!! Jim Robson: I disagree with you! -------------------------------------------------- Jim Robson: Colby is in shock that he just lost the tag team title. Steve West has already left the ring and is just out of sight going through the curtains. Jack Anderson: Colby didn't live up to his end of the bargin. ["Under" by Filter begins blasting over the PA.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Pittsburgh, PA standing 6 feet 3 inches and weighing 254 pounds, here is ... HADES!!!!! [Hades goes through the curtain and then walks down the aisle. No fancy lights, no fireworks, no lasers, just Hades. He looks determined as he walks down to ringside. He is wearing black boots with the word "HADES" written in gold lettering down the side of each of them. Black kneepads with gold-colored flames on them. And black trunks with the word "Wrestling" on the front of them in gold lettering, and the word "GOD" written across the ass end in gold lettering. As he steps between the ropes, he stops midway to yell at a few officials at ringside before finally getting into the ring. He immediately walks over to the referee and begins yelling at and harassing him. He seems to get bored with the ref and jumps up on the turnbuckle, raising his hands to the crowd to a chorus of cheers. He then jumps back down and chases the ref around some more.] JR: HADES! Hades is entering the ring. WHAT THE HELL? HADES IS ATTACKING COLBY! COLBY HASN'T RECOVERED FROM HIS MATCH! GERMAN SUPLEX! WIDOWMAKER BY HADES! [Hades looks back at Colby, who is laying on the mat.] HADES: By denying me my dream, Magnus, you just brought back the most evil force that has ever set foot in a wrestling ring! And I actually thank you for it. I guess I needed a little wake up call to get me out of this phase where I actually thought it necessary to play to these idiot, in-bred fans... [Hades looks around at the crowd who boo the hell out of him. A huge smile crosses over Hades's face as it's been a long time since he's been booed.] HADES: Now it's the moment of truth, Magnus. And yes, we are going to have a comeback here tonight. But it's not going to be the Modern Apocalypse, oh no! Because the Modern Apocalypse is nothing compared to what's coming to the IWF/WOW tonight! It's going to be something much, much worse....much, much deadlier. So, without further ado....Dave, get your ass out here... ["Boom" by Bloodhound Gang begins blaring over the PA. A few seconds pass and Dark Bishop comes walking out from behind the curtain. He is wearing the "HOA" shirt that we saw on the unknown forklift driver earlier. A huge smile crosses Mike Marconi's face as he sees Dark Bishop.] Jim Robson: IWF/WOW newcomer, DARK BISHOP? I don't get it! What does he have to do with this? [Bishop climbs in the ring and embraces Hades. Hades then begins to rip off his "WidowMakers Inc." t-shirt to reveal an "HOA" shirt of his own underneath that one. Hades smiles at Marconi.] HADES: You see, Mike, I made a few calls a few weeks back just in case Colby here was stupid enough to turn us down. I brought Dark Bishop out of retirement and to the IWF/WOW. And I have brought back the most dominant, vicious, brutal stable that has ever set foot in ANY federation ring. I have brought back........the HARBINGERS OF THE APOCALYPSE!!! Jim Robson: Oh my! I have actually heard stories about this group from a few regional feds like the ASW, EFW, and WWO. I believe I/W hall of famer Jeremy Thranton is a former member himself... HADES: For those of you in this federation that know the HOA, and I know that some of you do, then our reputation should precede us, so you should know better than to open your mouths up against us and say something stupid that will get your skull split for you. And for those of you that DON'T know the HOA......rest assured, you'll be getting to know each of us really well in the weeks to come. We have literally destroyed federations, broken them down from the foundations simply because we've felt like it. And this is not mindless boasting...this is fact! So, if there's any heroes out there.....save it! You're nothing, just like this pile of blood and piss that's sitting right next to me! [Hades leans down and looks right into Magnus Colby's eye...] HADES: You see, Magnus, you done f*cked up when you turned me down! [Hades gives a friendly smile and then cuts it off with a backhand to the face. He then picks up the steel chair laying on the canvas next to him and lines it up with Colby's face. Colby starts struggling with Marconi and Dark Bishop jumps in to hold him down as well.] HADES: You used to be a warrior, Magnus.... *CRACK*!!!!!!! [Hades nails Colby in the face with the chair.] HADES: You used to be the top player in this fed next to me, Magnus... *CRACK*!!!!!! [Hades nails Colby again in the face, he the leans down and almost has a sad look in his eye, which quickly turns to anger.] HADES: You used to be so f*cking beautiful, man..... *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*!!!!!!! [Hades nails Colby in the face with three repeated chairshots. Colby is a bloody mess as he slumps to the canvas in a heap. The crowd begins to throw various articles of trash into the ring. Hades gets down on the canvas and yells in Colby's ear even though he's knocked out unconscious.] HADES: And now you're nothing! Absolutely nothing! Nothing but yet another piece of crap that's getting stepped on by me on my way back to the top of this fed. And frankly, I'm sick and tired of fooling around with has beens and never will bes like you and Chris Fisher. Tonight, it ends! Starting next Mayhem, Hades's career, and the HOA's career is taking a brand new direction! We take what we want, when we want it! And there's not a god damned athlete in that dressing room that can stop me, Marconi, or Bishop....the H. O. F'N A.....from doing just that! F*ck you all.....you can kiss my ass! [Hades throws the mic down and flips off the crowd. He, Dark Bishop, and Mike Marconi begins laying kicks into Colby's unconscious form before congratulating each other and leaving the ring. Bishop has a cocky smile on his face as Marconi threatens to hit a few fans on the way back to the dressing rooms.] Jim Robson: This is out of hand. The paramedics are rushing out there to check on the condition of Magnus Colby after this bitter betrayal by Hades and the Harbingers of the Apocalypse...better known as the HOA to the wrestling community. This is really sick, and I shudder to think what these 3 have in store for the rest of the fed next Monday! And I hope that the three of them shed some light onto what exactly the connection is between them. Something tells me that their alliance isn't by mere chance... I guess we'll have to wait to find out that information. [The lights in the arena suddenly go out, sending the place into blackness. The faint swell of music is heard in the background...very soft...getting louder...and then...] Voice Over The PA: Hey...what can I say? Its just buisness... [Real Solution # 9 by White Zombie (non lyrical) suddenly blares throughout the arena, sending the fans into a frenzy of boos. The lights suddenly come back on with a distinct green tint to them, and begin flashing on and off. Stepping from behind the curtain is "The Method Man" Chris Fisher, who is basked in a tremendous heel pop. Behind him, the Jumbo-Tron flashes "FISHER" and shows stock footage of The Method Man, including shots of him posing in sunglasses with a smirk on his face, and shots of him hitting his finisher on several opponents.] Francine: About to come down the aisle, hailing from CHICAGO, ILLINOIS...he weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds...here is... "T H E M E T H O D M A N" C H R I S F I S H E R!!!! [Fisher stands for a moment in the enterance way as gold fireworks shoot off behind him. The Method Man looks around smugly at the crowd and takes a swig of bottled water before tossing it and making his slow and deliberate walk to the ring. Fisher is not too hugely built, though he is well defined. He has short brown hair, wetted down and combed down the front of his his head, a few strands over his forehead. "The Method Man" wears leg long black tights with green trim running down both legs and across the waist. "Fisher" is spelt in yellow letters down his right leg. Fisher wears simple black boots to go with this. Fisher casually strolls to the ring, and slides in under the bottom rope, immediatly climbing the turnbuckle and staring out with smug self-satisfaction out at the crowd who greet him with hearty boos and thrown debris. Fisher removes his sunglasses and tosses them all the way down to ringside where the time keeper bobbles and drops them. Fisher doesn't seem to notice much, and instead basks in the crowds reaction for a moment. In his mind, they love him. After a moment, Fisher hops back off as his music dies down and leans in the corner, a cruel smile on his face, waiting for his opponent...] Robson: The tension in this match has been building since Christmas Madness. With the dissolution of the Syndicate, Chris Fisher is at the end of his rope, and it has shown in his interviews. The man is falling apart. But Hades has not been without his problems. The fight that erupted between his old friend Magnus Colby and his new friend Mike Marconi culminated into a brawl and had put the three men at odds, but as everyone saw by their actions earlier, Marconi, Hades and Dark Bishop are fine and in rare form! Anderson: Yeah, this ought to be a great match between two guys who just hate eachother! I can't wait! [Hades charges Fisher before the bell and just starts unloading monstrous punches. Fisher is sent staggering around the ring for a while before he finnaly has the presence of mind to roll outside the ring. Hades steps over the top rope and is on his trail though.] Robson: And we're off to a quick start here, Hades attacked Fisher before the bell! Anderson: Yeah, I like his new attitude! No more playing to these ignorant people. Robson: Fisher rolls back into the ring, Hades follows, but Fisher gets thew jump on him and lays in with some stomps. He drags Hades up and begins pounding on his face with lefts and rights! Fisher with a whip into the ropes, he puts his head down...Hades with a vicious kick to Fishers mouth. And followed up with a lariat that sends him spinning! Hades is on top of Fisher now just punching him in the face repeatedly! No! Fisher rolls over and starts pounding Hades! The men are locked in a brawl! Anderson: I knew that this match was just gonna be like a train wreck before we even started! [The ref struggles to separate the two men and finally does. Fisher charges Hades, Hades goes for a clothesline, Fisher ducks and goes behind, Fisher spins Hades around and kicks him in the gut. He hooks the leg.....] Anderson: Fishers' going for the Fisherman DDT! Robson: ! No! Hades just powered the Method Man up and over the top rope to the floor! That shows you just how desperate Fisher is. He usually like to humiliate his opponents before finishing them! Fisher gets up slowly as Hades climbs onto the apron. Fisher turns around and Hades comes off with a double ax-handle! No! Fisher countered with a punch to the midsection! [Fisher drags Hades up and whips him into the stairs, but Hades reverses and Fisher slams his shoulder against them. Hades stalks over to Fisher and lays in with a big stomp. He drags Fisher up and slams his head against the apron. He locks Fisher up by the waist and pushes his back against the apron, then tosses him back into the ring. Hades climbs the apron and the top rope, waiting for Fisher to get up.] Robson: What the heck is Hades doing!? Anderson: Fisher is up! Flying lariat from the big man! I didn't think he could move that fast! Robson: Hades was nearly twelve feet in the air off that move! Fisher is layed out! Hades garbs him and whips him into the ropes....no! Hades put his head down too early! Fisher kicks HIM in the teeth!...But Hades just looks at him maniacally! He charges in with a lariat! No Fisher ducks! Reverse DDT! The cover! Ref: ONE! [Hades kicks out with authority, but Fisher is on top of him again with punches before he can get up. Fisher whips him into the buckle and follows up with a lariat. He begins stomping a mudhole in Hades in thte corner. Hades falls to his ass and Fisher begins to choke him with his boot. The ref counts, then gets in Fishers' face. Fisher begins to yell at the ref, turning his back to Hades. Hades pulls himself up out of the corner and tosses Fisher into it with a scream. He begins to work Fisher over with everything but the kitchen sink, then puts him up on the top turnbuckle. Hades climbs it with him, but Fisher has enough in him to throw Hades off.] Robson: Fisher is perched on the top turn buckle! What will he do? Anderson: Hades is up..Fisher comes off with a doubleaxhandle..but Hades catches him in a bear hug! He runs Fishers' back into the corner! OH! He just nailed Fisher with an uppercut that sent him over the top to the outside! [Fisher stumbles around trying to gain his bearing. He ends up at the guardrail, face to face with three men who were lucky enough to get front row seats for the ppv. Fisher looks up in shock at Jaason Steele, Paul Krutsch, and Daemon Winters. Winters stands up and takes a swing at Fisher, but Fisher falls to his ass and rolls away frantically, right into the hands of Hades. Hades picks him up and whips him into the steps, but Fisher reverses the whip, also catching Hades in a drop toehold, causing Hades head to smack against the sttel steps with a crash] Anderson: My God! It seems like every match Fisher's in he finds some way to bust a guy open! Robson: That could have seriously jammed Hades neck...and Fisher is going inflict some more pain! He grabs Hades and puts him up into the fireman's carry... Anderson: I saw this last week! He dropped Van Mann right on the steel steps! [ Fisher tosses Hades out for the faceslam, but instead of dropping him across the steps, Hades lands on the guardrail, his throat dropping across the bar and his head snapping back.] Robson: Geez! Forget Tommy Dreamer! I think Fisher is is the innovater of violence! Anderson: They don't call him the Method Man for nothin' Jimbo. [Fisher rolls back into the ring and sits in the corner, waitning for the ref to count Hades out. Hades is rolling around on the floor holding his neck and his throat.] Anderson: Aw, c'mon. It can't end this way Rosbson: Fisher is taking the cheap way out.... [All of a sudden, "Wildman" Mike Johnston's music blares over the arena speakers. This distracts both fisher and the ref as Johnston steps out and comes to the ring. Fisher begins yelling at him.] Robson : What the heck is Johnston doing out here? Anderson: He doesn't want to see Fisher win this way! He just helped Hades up and back into the ring! Fisher is livid! [Johnston steps back to the causeway and watches the match with his arms folded.] Anderson: Fisher is still yelling at Johnston! Robson: He better get on Hades, because he won't stay down for that long! [Fisher turns back to Hades and drops a knee across his forehead, going for the pin] Ref: One............Two............ Anderson: Hades barely kicks out! Fisher drags him up and whips him into the turnbuckle! Hades hits hard! Robson: Fisher with a resounding chop! Another..uh oh! He woke the big man up! [Hades glares at Fisher but Fisher hits him with a forearm and whips him into the opposite buckle. He follows in but gets caught with a lariat straight out of Hell that sends Fisher down hard. Hades lifts Fisher up and tosses him down hard with a jack-knife powebomb. Fisher rolls around holding the back of his head.] Robson: Hades is fired up! He lifts Fisher up by the head and whips him into the ropes...spinebuster! He picks him up again! Powerslam! Hades is on a rampage now! Anderson: He keeps this up and this match'll be over before we can blink! [Hades whips Fisher into the buckle and charges in, hitting an avalanche. He begins choking Fisher in the corner. The ref starts counting and puts himself in the way. Hades stares the ref down and he backs off, but as Hades turns back to Fisher he catches a thumb in the eye.] Anderson: Ah, there's one of the two great equalizers.... [Fisher points to something out in the crowd and as the ignorant ref looks, he hits Hades with a low blow.] Robson: And there's the other. Fisher makes a cover! Ref: One.........Two......... Anderson: Hades kicks out! Fisher pulls him up and hits him with his running reverse neckbreaker! [Fisher steps out onto the apron, waiting for Hades to get up. Meanwhile, in the entrance way, an unsuspecting Mike Johnston is jumped from behind by Mike Marconi and Dark Bishop. They beat him down as Fisher nails Hades with a springboard bulldog. He makes the cover.] Ref: One..................Two............. Anderson: Hades kicks out again! Fisher is going nuts! He drags him up... Robson: Fisher whips him into the ropes..no! Hades reverses! Fisher goes for a high cross body block! Hades ducks! Fisher crashes into the referee who was watching the beat down outside the ring! [Dark Bishop and Mike Marconi see that the ref is out, and they storm the ring and begin to assist Hades in beating the crap out of Fisher. Bishop goes outside the ring and grabs a chair. He tosses it to Marconi who sets it up in the middle of the ring. Hades grabs Fisher in the position for the Widowmaker, then drags him over the chair. He gives him the stunner, Fisher's throat crashing over the top of the steel backrest.] Anderson: Oh my God! I think they just killed him! [Hades and his group continue to beat Fisher, much to the delight of the three men outside in the audience. The crowd doesn't seem to be behind Fisher or Hades, but are booing them collectively, except for those intelligent fans who like heels. Like those two guys in the back row. Winters, Steele, and Krutsch, all hop over the rail to a fan pop. They slide into the ring and confront Hades, Bishop and Marconi, then they all lay in a couple of stomps on Fisher.] Robson: Oh man...I think we are witnessing the end of Chris Fishers' career. No one could stand up to a force like this. [ The former Syndicate members go outside the ring and get chairs, sliding back inside. Hades grabs Fisher and holds him up for Daemon Winters, who spits on his hands and rubs them together before weilding the chair. Krutsch and Steele wait their turns, holding chairs as well. Winters lifts the chair high over his head and brings it down.......over the skull of Hades!] Anderson: What the hell?! [Krutsch and Steele charge Marconi and Bishop, nailing them with the chairs as well, sending them out of the ring. The three men begin walloping Hades with the chairs, cutting the big man down. Winters brings Fisher to his feet and wakes him up. He sets the chair up in the middle of the ring. Winters, Krutsch, and Steele toss up the Syndicate "S" as Fisher picks Hades up and looks to the crowd. He sets him up for the Fisherman's DDT and nails it right onto the chair, causing it and Hades' body to fold up. The Syndicate members begin to pound Hades together, but Bishop and Marconi soon regain their footing and a brawl erupts. The ref wakes up and calls for the bell amongst the carnage. The men are scattered to the winds before finally the Syndicate ends up out on the floor, backing out of the arena.] Robson: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm at a loss for words. All hell just broke loose and I don't have a clue what just happened. Anderson: I'll tell you what happened, Jimbo! Hades and Fisher are so great that they were thinking the same thing! They let on that their alliances were broken when they were actually stronger than ever! They probably both were planning on a gang attack! They underestimated each other! The ref has crawled to Francine and is telling her his decision. Francine: THE REFEREE HAS DECLARED THIS MATCH A NO CONTEST DRAW! Robson: Well, whatever the Hell just happened, that was a great match, and we've got plenty more ahead for this great ppv! -------------------------------------------------- Please note: I told Hades his segment didn't make sense, he told me to "fix" the beginning. That's because I NEVER got the full segment and had to have Colby stay in the ring after his match for it to make sense (which it didn't). HERE is the interview that should have taken place after Colby's match [Part 6/8]... ================================================================================ ======== Jim Robson: What a Wrestlefest we've got in store this year! I'm told that Anthony Edwards is in the ring now about to conduct the interview with Hades that we were all promised. Hopefully, he'll finally shed some light onto what all the nonsense between him, Marconi, and Colby has been for the past week. Let's go to Anthony... [Shot cuts to Anthony Edwards. He is in the center of the ring wearing a black tuxedo.] Anthony Edwards: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, I am proud to introduce to you once again................HADES!!!! [The crowd jumps to its feet in applause as "Under" by Filter begins blasting over the PA. Hades emerges from the entranceway to an even louder ovation. He has a huge grin on his face, and slaps several fans' hands on his way to ringside. He is also wearing a black "Modern Apocalypse" t-shirt which features a group picture of himself, Magnus Colby, Death & Destruction, and Heidi Leick. Hades climbs in the ring, and approaches Anthony Edwards, shaking his hand. The music stops and the crowd starts an loud "HA-DES" chant. Hades pauses, and looks around at the crowd, a smile on his face. Anthony Edwards raises the mic to his face and the crowd starts dying down to listen.] Anthony Edwards: Well, Hades, this is it! Wrestlefest! And you promised us a huge announcement on this date, so what is it going to be? [Crowd begins chanting "HA-DES" as Anthony Edwards hands the mic over to Hades. Hades smiles and looks around at the crowd before looking back at Anthony Edwards and beginning to speak.] HADES: Well, Tony, things didn't quite go exactly how I had hoped they would. But I've made the best of the situation. And tonight, I do have a huge announcement to make. This will change the face of the IWF/WOW. I guaruntee that. So, without further ado, before I make this announcement, I want to call out someone who it directly concerns. So, if I could.....Magnus Colby?? [The crowd cheers, anticipating what's about to happen.] HADES: ...could you come on out here? This concerns you.... ["Sabbath Bloody Sabbath" by Black Sabbath begins blasting over the PA. The crowd jumps to its feet, awaiting Colby's entrance. A few seconds pass, and Magnus Colby steps through the curtains to a decent pop. He makes his way into the ring and approaches Hades and Anthony Edwards, shaking both mens' hands.] COLBY: I presume this is important? The Inner Circle still has a couple more matches tonight that we need to prepare for. [Hades gives a smile. Edwards gets on the mic.] Anthony Edwards: Seriously, Hades, I think we've all waited long enough... [Hades gives Edwards an odd look.] HADES: Well, calm down there, "Gilbert"! [Edwards rolls his eyes at the "Nerds" reference. Hades takes a deep breath before beginning to speak.] HADES: Well, Magnus...I've had an ultimate goal in mind since I came back to the IWF/WOW back in December. And tonight, that goal hopefully will come to fruition. The original plan of mine was supposed to have my friend and yours, Mike Marconi, standing right out here next to us. Unfortunately, Mike has since been taken out of the equation. And I want to apologize to you right now, Magnus, for all of the trouble that he's given you the past few weeks. I had no idea that you and he would have problems like you have been. [Magnus Colby waves off the apology but has a confused look on his face as to what this is all about.] HADES: But even through the loss of Mike, I still want to go ahead with what I was planning. This is a big event out here tonight, Magnus. And me and you are going to both play a huge role in one of the biggest comebacks in wrestling history! [Colby has another confused look on his face.] COLBY: Comeback? Who's coming back? [Hades smiles.] HADES: Not a person, Magnus.......a stable! [Colby looks even more confused.] COLBY: A stable? What are you talking about? [Hades smiles again and points down to his "Modern Apocalypse" t-shirt.] HADES: I'm talking about THIS, Magnus! [The crowd pops big-time at the thought of a Modern Apocalypse return. Colby gives a smile, but a somewhat awkward smile.] HADES: Tonight, Magnus, I am inviting YOU to join ME in the reforming of the MODERN APOCALYPSE! [The crowd pops even bigger. Anthony Edwards's jaw drops. Magnus Colby bites his lip and gives another awkward smile.] Jim Robson: Oh my goodness! This IS big news! [Hades appears to be completely energetic and enthusiastic about his idea and shows it in his presentation of it to Magnus Colby.] HADES: This has been my dream since my return. The Modern Apocalypse, the Second Coming! And Magnus, you were always my first choice! I wanted to find a couple other people for the group, so that's why I started scouting Mike Marconi. Plus, I knew Mike from a few other federations... Anthony Edwards: Wait....you KNEW Marconi before he came to the I/W?? HADES: Yeah....um....we ran a few angles together in some other feds, so what? Anyways, Mike didn't seem to work out as you know. You two don't mesh, and that's fine! So, I figure, I'll just go ahead with the plan without Mike, and then you and I can scout out some new recruits together. It would be just like old times! So, what do you say, Magnus?? The Modern Apocalypse! [Hades has a broad grin on his face. The crowd falls silent awaiting Magnus Colby's answer. Magnus scratches his head and gives another half-smile.] COLBY: Well...*sigh*....what about the Inner Circle? HADES: I don't know, man. Leave the Inner Circle, I guess. This should be the easiest decision of your life. It's the Modern Apocalypse! [Hades gives another broad, cheesy grin. Colby shuffles his feet. He appears uncomforable as he begins to speak.] COLBY: I'm sorry, Hades, but I can't.... [Hades's smile quickly turns to a confused frown, with a slight tinge of anger. The crowd begins booing.] HADES: You what?? COLBY: Hades, you and I have been friends for a long time. And I respect you a ton. But, my career has gone in a different direction. I'm finally doing something to honor my lifelong friendship with Derrick. And, getting to work with a pair of living legends like Prophet and Angel of Death is a dream come true. [The crowd voices their disappointment. Magnus Colby throws up his arms in a "what am I supposed to do?" gesture. Hades puts his hand to his mouth, contemplating. His face again lights up with joy.] HADES: You don't like the name, do you? COLBY: Hades...it has nothing to do with the... HADES (interrupting): That's fine! I was kind of thinking that maybe going with the Modern Apocalypse name again wasn't such a good idea either. Maybe we need something NEW and ORIGINAL! So, I did some thinking, and I came up with this... COLBY: Hades, really, it doesn't make a.... [Hades rips off his Modern Apocalypse t-shirt to reveal a black t-shirt underneath it that reads "WidowMakers Inc.". Colby can't help but chuckle as he stops in mid-sentence.] HADES: Now, I know.....the name sounds a little cheesy at first! But think about it! WIDOWMAKERS INC.! It's perfect for us! I use the WidowMaker as my finishing move......YOU use the WidowMaker as your finisher! You're moniker is the WidowMaker......I actually KILL people's husbands! [Colby and the fans laugh. Edwards seems to be pondering whether that was a joke or not.] HADES: Well, that last part's not exactly true, but it's still pretty cool, right? Huh? Huh? What do ya think? I came up with it myself! COLBY: Um....actually, I already sort of run a WidowMakers Inc. stable in another fed. [Hades looks shocked.] HADES: Oh! Well...two steps ahead of me again, I see. Allright, the Modern Apocalpyse it is then! We're agreed. I have a t-shirt for you in the back and.... COLBY (interrupting): Hades.....I'm trying to say this in the nicest of terms. In another time and another place maybe. Right now though, you and I have different agendas. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that this was something I'm interested in. But get it through your head. I'm _not_ going to be part of _any_ stable with you. Jim Robson: Oh my! This has to be upsetting to Hades. He's made such a big deal out of this "plan" of his for weeks. And things just didn't seem to go his way with Marconi and Colby getting along, and now Colby's turned down his offer....at Wrestlefest! You hate to see this kind of thing... [Hades looks utterly broken at this point. It's hard to tell whether he is saddened or about to snap.] HADES: You....won't? COLBY: I'm sorry....no, I won't. [Hades nods his head, staring blankly at Colby, then to Anthony Edwards. The crowd starts a "HA-DES" chant to cheer him up, but Hades doesn't seem to notice.] Anthony Edwards: I'm sorry, Hades, I'm sure there's other people that you can get if you have your heart set on it as much as you do... [Hades doesn't say a word, but simply shakes his head "no". He picks up the "Modern Apocalypse" shirt that he tore off before and takes a long look at it, before letting it fall back to the canvas. Colby approaches him.] COLBY: Hey, man, I'm sorry.... [Hades slowly turns his head to Colby.] HADES: It's fine....everything's fine.... [Hades reaches out to shake Colby's hand. Colby shakes back. Hades then raises Colby's hand to the crowd, and points at him. The crowd pops.] COLBY: Hey, man, we're still friends, right? [Hades doesn't answer, but gives a small smile, and pats Colby on the back. He then begins leaving the ring. Hades slowly walks to the back with a blank stare on his face. The crowd chants his name, but Hades looks almost embarrassed. Colby and Edwards start talking amongst themselves and watch Hades as he leaves. They both have looks of concern on their faces for their friend.] Jim Robson: This is really upsetting.....that man had a dream and.....WAIT! What's that??? Out of the crowd! [The camera cuts to a crowd shot which shows "The MeatMachine" Mike Marconi climbing over the retaining barrier with a steel chair in hand.] Jim Robson: IT'S MIKE MARCONI!! Mike Marconi is climbing in that ring behind Magnus Colby! [Anthony Edwards spots Marconi as he's swinging the chair at Colby and tells Colby to turn around. Colby whips his head around only to have his face meet the steel. Colby drops to the mat, clutching his head. Marconi lays some kicks into him.] Jim Robson: This is nuts! Marconi's laying an unprovoked attack on Magnus Colby here! [The camera cuts back to Hades walking up the aisle. He stops in mid-step, and turns his head back to the ring as he hears the crash of steel on flesh. He sees Marconi laying a beating into Colby and rolls his eyes. Hades comes rushing back to the ring as the crowd chants his name.] Jim Robson: AND HERE COMES HADES! Hades is on his way back to the ring! He slides in under the bottom rope. He's approaching Marconi from behind! Marconi's going to swing that chair at Colby's head again! NO!!! HADES GRABBED THE CHAIR OUT OF HIS HANDS!! [Hades grabs the chair off of Marconi as he goes to swing. Marconi spins around with a look of shock on his face as he sees Hades in front of him with a raised chair in his hand. The crowd is going nuts. Marconi flinches and cowers as he's expecting a chairshot any instant.] Jim Robson: Hades is going to nail him! He winds up that chair...and he's hesitating! [Hades hesitates for a second, but then swings the chair....] Jim Robson: He's going to take Marconi's head clean.....WAIT!! *CRACK*!!!!!!! Jim Robson: HADES HIT COLBY!!?!?! AND HE'S HITTING HIM AGAIN!! WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON?? [Hades begins repeatedly whaling away at Magnus Colby with the steel chair. Marconi opens his eyes and has an even bigger look of shock and confusion on his face as he sees Hades beating on Magnus Colby with that chair as if it's his job. The crowd gives a mixed reaction, but it's mostly boos. Anthony Edwards approaches Hades as he stops to take a breath from beating Magnus Colby. Hades has a fire in his eye..] Anthony Edwards: Hades?!?! What has come over you?? What are you--- [Hades snatches the mic out of Anthony Edwards's hand.] HADES: Shut up! Shut the hell up! Give me this mic and get your ass out of my ring! [Hades stands in Edwards's face and points to the outside of the ring.] Anthony Edwards: But Hades, I... HADES: Not a word, not a sound. I like you Tony, but I will break your scrawny ass neck if you don't listen to what I tell you to do. GET....OUT....OF....MY....RING! Unless you'd like to end up like this piece of sh*t on the ground behind me! [Hades points to Magnus Colby who is bruised and beaten on the canvas. Anthony Edwards looks confused as to what's happening, but he slowly backs out of the ring and to the ringside area. Hades turns his attention to Mike Marconi who still has a look of shock on his face.] HADES: Mike, you were right, Colby is a washed up lump of crap like you've been saying from day one! [Hades lays a kick into Colby's ribs and then extends his hand to Mike Marconi.] HADES: And it's time to initiate the back-up plan.. [Marconi still looks confused as he hesitantly shakes Hades's hand. Hades gives a disgusted look at Magnus Colby, before turning back to Marconi.] HADES: Lift this sack of sh*t up! Jim Robson: What is going on?? Where is the Inner Circle at? [Marconi rushes over and lifts Colby up from behind, holding him by the arms. Hades stalks back and forth in front of him, finally leaning down and giving an evil smile to Colby.] HADES: How are you doing, Magnus?? Are we still friends? [Hades lays a closed fist into Colby's nose, busting it open.] HADES: Does this answer your question, you stupid son of a bitch?? What the hell happened to you, Magnus? I remember the MA days. I remember when you weren't so damn soft! What happened, Magnus? You think you're so high and mighty because you're a member of the oh-so-illustrious Inner Circle! [Hades makes a mocking motion like he's impressed.] HADES: Face facts, chump, the Inner Circle today is a damn joke and so is your pathetic career in the IWF/WOW! Derrick DaMann would be rolling over in his grave if he saw the utter disgrace that you and those other 3 morons have turned that once legendary stable into! And your career, Magnus?? You've had two shots at a singles title EVER! Now you're back wallowing in the pathetic tag team ranks with Steve West of all people. You're absolutely pathetic! _I_ was the only good thing that you had going in your career, but you went and threw that all away for the Inner Circle..... You picked losers like the Prophet, Eric Travers, and....(shudder) Steve West over me?? OVER ME??? What in the hell are you thinking?? [Hades lays another closed fist into Magnus Colby's face, swelling up his right eye.] HADES: Oh, and I'm sure you're probably wondering where all your little buddies are now, aren't you? Well, you see Magnus, I always have a back-up plan! And after Mike's warning to me last week, I figured that I'd better make myself a damn good back-up in case you truly have grown too soft and pathetic to accept my offer! I was hoping that I wouldn't have to use it. I was hoping that you weren't IDIOTIC enough to deny me! Unfortunately you are a frickin' moron, so it's a damn good thing I do keep a back-up plan. And this is it. Cut to the back.... [The jumbo-tron lights up. It shows the Inner Circle's dressing room. An unknown person is seen parking a forklift in front of the room. The mystery man run away, all that can be seen is a shirt he was wearing which reads "HOA" as he runs off camera. Steve West can be seen trying to get through the door to no avail.] Jim Robson: Oh my god! The Inner Circle is trapped in their dressing rooms! And who was that mystery man with an "HOA" shirt on that is blocking them in there? [The shot cuts back to Mike Marconi who watches this on the screen. A huge, evil smile crosses his face, which is returned by Hades as he meets Marconi's glance.] HADES: I told you I wouldn't let you down, Mike. [Hades looks back down at Colby.] HADES: By denying me my dream, Magnus, you just brought back the most evil force that has ever set foot in a wrestling ring! And I actually thank you for it. I guess I needed a little wake up call to get me out of this phase where I actually thought it necessary to play to these idiot, in-bred fans... [Hades looks around at the crowd who boo the hell out of him. A huge smile crosses over Hades's face as it's been a long time since he's been booed.] HADES: Now it's the moment of truth, Magnus. And yes, we are going to have a comeback here tonight. But it's not going to be the Modern Apocalypse, oh no! Because the Modern Apocalypse is nothing compared to what's coming to the IWF/WOW tonight! It's going to be something much, much worse....much, much deadlier. So, without further ado....Dave, get your ass out here... ["Boom" by Bloodhound Gang begins blaring over the PA. A few seconds pass and Dark Bishop comes walking out from behind the curtain. He is wearing the "HOA" shirt that we saw on the unknown forklift driver earlier. A huge smile crosses Mike Marconi's face as he sees Dark Bishop.] Jim Robson: IWF/WOW newcomer, DARK BISHOP? I don't get it! What does he have to do with this? [Bishop climbs in the ring and embraces Hades. Hades then begins to rip off his "WidowMakers Inc." t-shirt to reveal an "HOA" shirt of his own underneath that one. Hades smiles at Marconi.] HADES: You see, Mike, I made a few calls a few weeks back just in case Colby here was stupid enough to turn us down. I brought Dark Bishop out of retirement and to the IWF/WOW. And I have brought back the most dominant, vicious, brutal stable that has ever set foot in ANY federation ring. I have brought back........the HARBINGERS OF THE APOCALYPSE!!! Jim Robson: Oh my! I have actually heard stories about this group from a few regional feds like the ASW, EFW, and WWO. I believe I/W hall of famer Jeremy Thranton is a former member himself... HADES: For those of you in this federation that know the HOA, and I know that some of you do, then our reputation should precede us, so you should know better than to open your mouths up against us and say something stupid that will get your skull split for you. And for those of you that DON'T know the HOA......rest assured, you'll be getting to know each of us really well in the weeks to come. We have literally destroyed federations, broken them down from the foundations simply because we've felt like it. And this is not mindless boasting...this is fact! So, if there's any heroes out there.....save it! You're nothing, just like this pile of blood and piss that's sitting right next to me! [Hades leans down and looks right into Magnus Colby's eye...] HADES: You see, Magnus, you done f*cked up when you turned me down! [Hades gives a friendly smile and then cuts it off with a backhand to the face. He then picks up the steel chair laying on the canvas next to him and lines it up with Colby's face. Colby starts struggling with Marconi and Dark Bishop jumps in to hold him down as well.] HADES: You used to be a warrior, Magnus.... *CRACK*!!!!!!! [Hades nails Colby in the face with the chair.] HADES: You used to be the top player in this fed next to me, Magnus... *CRACK*!!!!!! [Hades nails Colby again in the face, he the leans down and almost has a sad look in his eye, which quickly turns to anger.] HADES: You used to be so f*cking beautiful, man..... *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*!!!!!!! [Hades nails Colby in the face with three repeated chairshots. Colby is a bloody mess as he slumps to the canvas in a heap. The crowd begins to throw various articles of trash into the ring. Hades gets down on the canvas and yells in Colby's ear even though he's knocked out unconscious.] HADES: And now you're nothing! Absolutely nothing! Nothing but yet another piece of crap that's getting stepped on by me on my way back to the top of this fed. And frankly, I'm sick and tired of fooling around with has beens and never will bes like you and Chris Fisher. Tonight, it ends! Starting next Mayhem, Hades's career, and the HOA's career is taking a brand new direction! We take what we want, when we want it! And there's not a god damned athlete in that dressing room that can stop me, Marconi, or Bishop....the H. O. F'N A.....from doing just that! F*ck you all.....you can kiss my ass! [Hades throws the mic down and flips off the crowd. He, Dark Bishop, and Mike Marconi begins laying kicks into Colby's unconscious form before congratulating each other and leaving the ring. Bishop has a cocky smile on his face as Hades and Marconi threaten to hit a few fans on the way back to the dressing rooms.] Jim Robson: This is out of hand. The paramedics are rushing out there to check on the condition of Magnus Colby after this bitter betrayal by Hades and the Harbingers of the Apocalypse...better known as the HOA to the wrestling community. This is really sick, and I shudder to think what these 3 have in store for the rest of the fed next Monday! And I hope that the three of them shed some light onto what exactly the connection is between them. Something tells me that their alliance isn't by mere chance... I guess we'll have to wait to find out that information. --------------------------------------------------- Robson: Our next matchup is a big one. This match is for the Intercontinental title. Anderson: This should be an interesting one. I've been watching Tommy Grayson, and I think he's headed for big things here in the IWF/WOW. Robson: He certainly is, but don't count out the champ, James Monosso. He's on a roll of late. The champ always has the advantage in title matches, because you have to beat the champ. Anderson: I think Tommy Grayson is just the man to do it. Robson: We'll see about that. Why don't we send it down to the ring and see just how ready he is. "So What'cha Want" by the Beastie Boys now begins blaring throughout the arena. The fans gradually begin rising to their feet and then proceed to exude a passionate heel ovation towards Tommy Grayson, who slowly emerges through the curtains wearing an evil smirk on his face. He is accompanied by his femme fatale of a manager and protege, Katrina Leigh. Grayson is in his ring attire of full legged tights with violent, iridescent and psychodelic Japanimation artwork all over (it's made out to be a warrior lopping the head off of a giant dragon; blood red takes up most of the tights), black kneepads, black shin guards with matching regulation boots, and black elbowpads. His long, shoulder-length hair is bleached blonde and streaked with red and black. It is drenched with water and slicked back.] Francine: Coming down the aisle, from New York City, standing at 6 feet and 2 inches, weighing in at 229 pounds, he is accompanied by Katrina Leigh... this is the self-proclaimed "Sly-ass Fox"... . . . "MORAL DEGENERACY" TOMMMMMY GRAAAAAAAYSON!!! [Grayson walks down the aisle, flashing a disdainful smirk towards the ringside fans and pushing various anti-Grayson signs out of his face along the way as Katrina stares into the camera with a wickedly seductive look. Grayson now climbs onto the ring apron and raises his arms in the air, recieving more boos and jeers in the process. Katrina climbs onto the ring apron as well and enters the ring very slowly, inciting hoots and hollars from the male percentage of the crowd. Grayson follows her in and as she begins posing to the crowd, Grayson grabs ahold of "the stick". A chant of "Grayson sucks!" immediately begins.] Tommy Grayson: Oh, be quiet, you senseless fools! Grayson sucks this, Grayson sucks that... it's getting pretty unoriginal, fellas. I suggest you start something new. [The crowd now begins a chant of "ASS-HOLE!" Grayson smirks as if it's music to his ears.] Ah, that's better. Now my friends, I've gotten to a point in my career where I can actually win a _major_ title, despite the fact I'm about to win it from a major buffoon such as James Monosso. Anyway, I'd like to throw out a few shout-outs before I go on to become the IWF/WOW Intercontinental champion. [Grayson points towards Jim Robson.] Jim Robson! The lone play-by-play man! Mr. Robson, I must say that I have the utmost respect for your abilities... despite the fact that not even the most excess amounts of Viagra could get your broken tool to function again! YOU'RE WORSE THAN BOB DOLE! Jim Robson: That son of a-- [Mega heel pop as Grayson and Katrina laugh their butts off.] Tommy Grayson: Now I'd also like to thank Tommy "Snore" Lion-fart. You're long gone... but that doesn't matter. All I have to thank you for is all those great memories you and me had and all those great promos and interviews you could squash out. [Grayson pauses awkwardly. Katrina looks at him with disbelief.] Aw, who am I kidding? YOU SUCKED! [Heel pop! Grayson and Katrina once again crack up.] Jim Robson: Yeah. What a knee-slapper, eh? Tommy Grayson: Up next is "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins. Yes, the woman who makes upchucking a sport along with her tag-team partner, Kate Moss! [Grayson mockingly sticks his finger in his mouth. Unfortunately, he almost upchucks for real in the process.] Ugh! Now, Samantha, I know that you're heartbroken over ME breaking up with YOU, but that's no reason to keep calling my hotel room in the middle of the night at 2 a.m. in the morning! I need my beauty sleep, woman! And like I said, Sam: I could make you _come_ to me whenever I please. [Heel pop!] Oh yeah, and I'd like to thank my dear opponent, Jimmy Monosso. This is going to be a great match, Jimmy. Don't feel sad; I know what it's like to lose a title. Hell, I was once beaten by a shrimp named Masked Superstar Jobber! [The crowd appears to laugh at this.] Katrina Leigh: Monosso, you had better realize one thing: you suck, and Tommy Grayson doesn't. It's a simple logic, dear. Get it through your thick skull. Tommy Grayson: Time to enter the Fox Trap. [Grayson hands the mic back to Francine as Katrina exits the ring.] ["The Theme From Halloween" from the John Carpenter horror classic begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd gets on their feet, and gives a standing ovation to their favorite certifiably insane wrestler.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from The State Of Confusion... standing six feet six inches tall, and weighing two hundred and eighty pounds, here is ... J A M E S M O N O S S O ! ! ! [James Monosso peeks through the curtain and then hops out grinning. He then slowly walks down the aisle, smiling and pointing at the fans and their signs. Monosso is a tall man, wearing what looks like a black-and-silver wrestling single-strapped singlet. Over this is a light green shirt cut off at the asophagus... it reads PROPERTY OF STATE MENTAL INSTITUTE in black impact print. The crowd cheers for the unpredictable Monosso, as a circular light pattern is projected over the arena... light blue concentric circles, centering on Monosso, and rotating at varying speeds... it gives people a headache just looking at it. Monosso gets to ringside, and sits down at the timekeeper's table. He stares at the bell, as if waiting for it to ring.] *DING* Anderson: The bell rings, and this moron is still sitting out at the timekeeper's table. Robson: He's getting up now, and he's getting onto the apron. We're gonna get this show on the road. Anderson: It's about time. The two men are stepping to the center of the ring. Robson: They lock up. Monosso, having a strength advantage, gets the upperhand. He's backing Grayson up into the corner. Anderson: The referee quickly in there to get the break. And Monosso gives it to him. What a wuss. Robson: Monosso may be a little loony, but he does have a level of respect for the rules. Anderson: All that will get you in an IWF/WOW ring is beat up. Robson: They step back to the center of the ring and they are going to lock up once again. Anderson: Grayson rakes the eyes! And that stuns Monosso. But only for a moment. Robson: Grayson drops down... LOW BLOW!!! Anderson: Clever move there by the challenger, and that has doubled over the champion! Robson: Grayson grabs the doubled over Monosso around the neck... and snap mares him to the mat. Anderson: Grayson the agressor in the early going of this match. And he's really taking the attack to the champ here. Robson: Grayson with a dropkick to the face of the sitting champ! What a move that was! Anderson: Certainly was. And Grayson going for the first cover of the match. ONE!!!! TWO!!!! Robson: Only a two count there. A little early to be going for a pinfall against a man of Monosso's caliber. Anderson: Monosso getting to his feet, and Grayson is there to pounce again. He puts Monosso into a sideheadlock... Robson: Monosso shoves Grayson forwards into the ropes, breaking that sideheadlock. Grayson comes off the ropes... HIP TOSS!!! Anderson: And for the first time, James Monosso is mounting an offensive. Robson: Monosso comes off of the ropes... and drops an elbow across the neck of the challenger. Anderson: And now it is Monosso looking to go for an early cover. ONE!!!!!!!!!! Robson: Only a long one count there. Both men have quite a bit of fight left in them at this point. Anderson: Grayson getting back up to his feet, and Monosso is quickly there to pounce on him. Robson: Monosso grabs him and Irish whip... Anderson: Grayson leaps onto the second rope and... SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!!! Robson: CAUGHT BY MONOSSO!!! AND HE POWER SLAMS GRAYSON INTO THE MAT!!! Anderon: My lord, this one has got to be over. That was an incredible move by the champ. Robson: Monosso now going for the cover. This one is over. Anderson: Wait a second, James' manager Sean McDougal is up on the apron. And he's calling him over. Robson: What the heck is this all about? Did he just tell James to go up to the top rope? Anderson: He sure did. That's not really the strong suit of the champ. And he's telling his manager that right now. Robson: Grayson starting to stir... and he lunges forward, clipping the knee of the champion. Anderson: And that knocks the champ forward, shoulder first into the midsection of his manager, who was standing on the ring apron. Robson: Not anymore! He just went flying off the apron, and hit the guardrailing on the outside. He goes down like a ton of bricks, and he's not moving. Anderson: I think it's safe to say he's out of the mix in this one. His body is not built to take shots like that. Robson: Meanwhile, Grayson is now back into things. Monosso is clutching that knee. Grayson grabs a hold of that leg and drops an elbow across that knee joint. Anderson: That kind of ruthlessness should give Grayson his first title here tonight. Robson: Grayson now draping the knee of his opponent over the bottom rope. And he's jumping up and down. He's gonna snap that knee right in two! Anderson: Here comes the referee though, and he's warning Grayson to stop with the illegal tactics. These referees are no fun at all. Robson: Grayson now dragging Monosso back to the center of the ring. What's he doing? He's setting up for a figure four! Anderson: Grayson with a change from his normal tactics here tonight. He's relying much more heavily on his technical skills than he normally does. Robson: So far, the results have been positive. He's got it locked!!! I wasn't sure he could do it on a man that is close to half a foot taller than he is, but he's got this figure four locked in. Anderson: I'm telling you man. New champ. Look at the pain on the champs face. It is only a matter of time now. Robson: Well, I can't argue that. The champ is certainly in a lot of pain. But, that said, this isn't the best looking figure four I've ever seen applied. Anderson: Still, Tommy Grayson has been working over that knee for some time now, and all of these holds have got to be taking their toll. Robson: You may be right. But wait! Monosso is sitting up! He's shaking his head. Somehow, he's digging down for the strength to get out of this one. Anderson: Yeah, but he's a long way from the ropes. I don't know if even James Monosso is strong enough to drag this hold all the way across to the ropes. Robson: He may not have to. If he can turn this over, it would quickly reverse the pressure of the hold. Anderson: Right you are. And good call. The champion rolls to his side, and now he's close to turning it over... HE DID IT!!! Robson: Grayson quickly grabs for the ropes. Lucky for him that when James Monosso rolled that hold over, that he was that close to the ropes. That could have been a devestating turn of events. Anderson: The damage has been done though. James Monosso's knee has got to be completely shot. Robson: Tommy Grayson is like a shark with blood in the water. Look at him hovering over the fallen champion. Anderson: A few more good moves here, and this one is over. We're going to have a new champion here tonight. I keep telling you that. Robson: And I keep telling you not to sell the champion short. Anderson: Grayson helping the champion back to his feet, and that's no easy task. Monosso is having quite a bit of trouble putting weight on that injured knee. Robson: Grayson backing him into the corner... and what's he up to? Anderson: Looks like he's going to suplex him out of the corner. He lifts him... Robson: Oh my. He sits Monosso onto the top turnbuckle. This is all wrong. Anderson: This could be the big one. Tommy Grayson climbing the turnbuckles. Top Rope Hurricanrana on the way! Robson: NO!!! Just as Grayson jumped and scissored the neck of the champ, the champ leaped forward and delivered an absolutely devestating top rope power bomb!!! Anderson: Both men are out of it in the middle of the ring. That took absolutely everything the champ had left in the tank to turn that around. Robson: Both men are out of it in the middle of the ring. Anderson: What is Katrina Leigh up to? Robson: I don't know. She's just walked over by the timekeeper's table. And... she just grabbed James Monosso's Intercontinental title. What is she up to? Anderson: Monosso rolling on top of Grayson. This could do it. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!! Robson: NO!!! James Monosso rolls off of Grayson. Somehow, Leigh on the outside with his title got his attention. James Monosso loves that title. And what is he doing? Anderson: He just rolled to the outside to confront Katrina Leigh. What a moron. He had this match won, and he stops to confront her instead. ***CROWD POP*** Robson: Here comes John Van Mann!!! Monosso is chasing Katrina Leigh around the ring in an attempt to get his belt back... and she runs headlong into Van Mann! Anderson: What the heck is he doing here? He won a match here earlier tonight against John Grenchen, but look at that bandage on his arm. He's got no business being out here in that condition. Robson: Van Mann rips the title out of Leigh's hands. He tells Monosso that he has things under control. He's pointing for the champ to get back in the ring and finish this thing off. Anderson: Grayson is still out cold from that power bomb earlier, this is unbelievable. Robson: Monosso back in the ring. He's rolling on top of Grayson... this should be it. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!! Anderson: NO!!! Foot on the rope! The ref didn't see it at first, but clearly, it is there. This match is still underway. Robson: Van Mann quickly over, and he knocks the foot off of the rope. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Robson: No! He just did get a shoulder up before the third count. Somehow, Tommy Grayson kicked out. But he's clearly out of it right now. Anderson: Come on Tommy don't let me down. Robson: James Monosso now helping the challenger back to his feet. Looks like it's Mindblender time. Anderson: John Van Mann is pretty confident of the win huh? He's using his bandage to polish up the title for his friend. Robson: What the? Monosso lets go of Grayson who slumps down to the mat. What is he doing? Anderson: Oh my God. Look at that. One of Van Mann's cuts has opened up, and he's actually gotten blood on the title... and somehow James Monosso saw that. Robson: He's screaming at Van Mann to give him his belt. Anderson: John Van Mann is very confused, I don't think he realizes what he's done. Robson: Grayson's up!!! And Van Mann is pointing at Grayson trying to warn his long time friend. Anderson: Monosso turns. SUPERKICK!!! Robson: Monosso slumps to the mat. Grayson hooks both legs and goes for the cover. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Grayson puts both of his feet onto the second rope for extra leverage on the pin.) TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!! *DING* *DING* *DING* Robson: NO!!! That's all wrong. Grayson used the ropes for leverage. This is a miscarriage of justice. Anderson: I didn't see the feet on the ropes. All I know is that if James Monosso would have been able to focus on the task at hand instead of letting everyone who felt the need to get involved in this match distract him, he had the match won on a number of occasions. Robson: Katrina Leigh comes over and yanks the Intercontinental title out of Van Mann's hands. And Van Mann slowly becoming aware of what has happened is slowly beating a retreat from ringside. Anderson: James Monosso is not going to be a happy camper when he finds his friend. But Tommy Grayson... now there's a happy camper. Katrina Leigh is buckling that title around his waist. What a natural looking champ. And who called? Robson: Nice call buddy. Good to see you back on the air. Anderson: I am the man. And don't you forget it. Robson: Somehow... I'm guessing you won't let that happen. Let's get the official word on the match. Francine: Here is your winner... and _NEW_ Intercontinental champion... "M O R A L D E G E N E R A C Y" T O M M Y G R A Y S O N !!!! ----------------------------------------- Jim Robson: Our main event! WrestleFest 2000 tops off with the World title on the line. Jack Anderson: Two former friends, Fusion and Razor Ron Jeremy. I don't know why that idiot, Ishikawa, doesn't like RRJ as champ. He sells more merchandise than anyone else in the IWF/WOW. RRJ is a man that Jurkschat would have loved to be champ. Jim Robson: Ishikawa doesn't like the image that RRJ is projecting. He wants a clean cut champ. Jack Anderson: Jim, Fusion is not the answer. He can't win without his sledgehammer. ["Boogie Woogie Woo" by the Insane Clown Posse begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd has a mixed reaction, the marks boo, while the smarts cheer.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, USA... standing 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 247 pounds, the ball lightning... F U S I O N!!!!! [The lights in the arena dim, and numerous fans pull out their lighters. A black light shines into the ramp entrance, and out comes Fusion. He is wearing black leather pants, black boots and armpads. He is carrying a sledge hammer. The whites of his eyes glow in the black light as he pauses to stare at the audience in pure and utter cockiness. He takes a few steps forward, as smoke fills the arena; in the stands, in the ring, on the ramp... everywhere. As the smoke clears and the lights return, Fusion is in the ring, already attacking his dazed opponent.] Jim Robson: Fusion appears to be ready for his chance at the gold. He may be Ishikawa's last chance to get the belt off of RRJ's waist. 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 THE IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... R A Z O R R O N J E R E M Y ! ! ! [Razor Ron Jeremy peeps slowly through the curtain and then jumps down the aisle. He breaks out that famous grin and starts dancing ska and laughing like crazy for no apparent reason. He's making faces to the crowd and laughing at them as he looks really foolish, but the fans get a kick out of it. RRJ has on loose grey sweatpants and a torn up black T-shirt with a picture Ren & Stimpy on it, white wrestling shoes, kneepads, elbowpads, wrist tape, and the big golden IWF/WOW World title belt around his waist. "Ron is God and everyone else sucks", "Where can I find some Bootie?" and "Ron is God, but needs help!" signs. After a few seconds, RRJ feels the urge to sing the lyrics to his song.] RRJ: SHE DIDN'T WANT TO, HE HAD HIS WAY, SHE SAID LET'S GO, HE SAID...."RRJ!" C'MON BABE IT'S YOUR LUCK DAY, DADADADADADADADAY. HHHEEEEEHEHEHEEHEEEHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!! [RRJ gets in the ring, and starts to hit his head on the turnbuckle, then he stands up on it, throws his fists in the air, and gives a big grin to the crowd; then starts to laugh again...aw dammit. After a big pop, he runs down to ringside grabbing something out form underneath the apron, and sticks what appears to be Bootie onto the turnbuckle. He sits down in the corner to examine if his fingernails need a trimming.] JR: Ishikawa's handpicked challenger is ready. [DING DING DING!] JR: There's the bell! RRJ IS ATTACKING FUSION! THIS IS A BRAWL! NOTHING BUT PUNCHES BEING THROWN! JA: I didn't expect a technical match. JR: RRJ whips Fusion into the ropes... CLOTHESLINE! RRJ picks up Fusion by the hair and slams his head into the top turnbuckle! AGAIN! AGAIN! JA: RRJ is going for the ten spot! JR: The ref orders him to stop. BACKWARD KICK BY FUSION! JA: DQ him! That's a low blow! Just like when Ishikawa fired me! JR: Umm... Fusion with axe handle smashes to the back of RRJ. Forearm smashes to the back. JA: Fusion isn't really a brawler. He's a high flyer with a lot of power. This is a mistake. JR: Fusion grabs RRJ's head and puts it under his arm. CURTAIN CALL! JA: That move sucks! Only a fag would use that move. A body slam causes more pain. JR: ASAI MOONSAULT BY FUSION! Here's the pin count! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JA: Too early for a pinfall. JR: He had to try for it. Fusion whips RRJ into the ropes... backdrop... NO! STOMACH BREAKER! He threw RRJ straight up and he landed on Fusion's knee. JA: That was a great move. JR: Fusion executes a vertical suplex. He must be trying to wind the champ. Fusion kicks RRJ in the head as he leaves the ring to climb the ropes. JA: Come on RRJ! Get up! JR: Well I know who you are cheering for. JA: Jurkschat's man, RRJ. JR: FLYING HEADBUTT! Fusion covers! ONE! TWO! TH... SHOULDER UP! JA: Almost at the last second! Fusion is feeling the effects of delivering a flying headbutt. RRJ tosses Fusion into the ropes... SCOOP SLAM! He hooks the legs! ONE! TWO! KICKOFF! JR: RRJ making a surprise comeback! RRJ with clubbing forearms to the side of the head. JA: Notice that Tazz delivers those same punches but like Jazz now? JR: Who? Sidewalk slam by RRJ! He picks up Fusion... SIDE SUPLEX! RRJ climbs to the second turnbuckle... ELBOW DROP! RRJ picks up Fusion and runs him into the turnbuckles. TREE OF WOE! RRJ is kicking Fusion like a punter playing for Saints! JA: Hey, it's Martigrad in New Orleans! JR: Stop making that "L" with your finger on the side of your face. RRJ is standing on Fusion's groin! HEADBUTT TO THE GROIN! OH MY GOD! Fusion falls to the mat in obvious pain. RRJ executes a pump handle slam! BODY SPLASH! He covers! ONE! TWO! THREE! JA: NO! Foot on the ropes! The ref saw it! JR: Good call, Jack. RRJ with a butt drop on the leg! Kneedrop on the leg! He's punishing Fusion for putting his leg on the ropes. Spinning toehold! INSIDE CRADLE BY FUSION! ONE! TWO! THR... NO! KICKOUT! JA: RRJ delivers an elbowsmash to the head of Fusion. He's not letting up. He's choking Fusion on the ropes! JR: RRJ is very aggressive. He runs across the ring... BODY PRESS TO THE BACK! JA: All his weight came crashing down on the back of Fusion. JR: RRJ executes a belly to back suplex! He nearly broke Fusion's neck! RRJ grabs Fusion by the hair. Irish whip into the ropes... STUNGUN! RRJ covers! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JA: Fusion may have kicked out but I doubt he has much left in him. [Crowd boos.] JR: Here comes President Chad Ishikawa! JA: ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! JR: Please don't iencourage the fans to chant that. This ins't the Tom Green show. JA: Your job is to sit there and drink your coffee and laugh. JR: Huh? Well Ishikawa is at ringside. I'm surprised it took him this long to make his presence know. JA: He's a jerk. JR: Look you got your job back so be happy for that. JA: But it was Jurkschat wielding his power that got me back not Ishikawa. JR: Back to the action, RRJ has Fusion in a bearhug. He's been holding him for a few minutes but Fusion refuses to submit. STUNGUN! RRJ fell backwards into the ropes. JA: Great move! JR: RRJ hasn't noticed Ishikawa yet. He tosses Fusion into a corner... BOOTIE BODY SPLASH! RRJ lifts up Fusion... GORILLA PRESS SLAM! JA: Wait a sec. Ishikawa has the World title belt. He's taunting RRJ with it. [Crowd cheers.] JA: JAMES MONOSSO! HE'S COMING OUT HERE WITH A LARGE METAL BARREL AND A CAN OF GAS! HE NAILS ISHIKAWA FROM BEHIND WITH THE GAS CAN! JR: RRJ nods approval to Monosso and continues his attack on Fusion. JA: Monosso with a sturdy metal barrel full of paper. He dumps the gasoline into the barrel. JR: RRJ tries to send Fusion to the mat with a superplex! NO! BLOCKED! TOP ROPE TORNADO DDT BY FUSION! Fusion recovers first and gouges the eyes of RRJ. He places him on the top ropes... he has RRJ on his shoulders... REVERSE POWER BOMB! RRJ landed face first on the mat! Fusion raises his arms to the boos of the crowd. JA: MONOSSO HAS BOOTIE! He dumps Bootie in the barrel! What is he doing? JR: Fusion executes a superplex! JA: Monosso dumps a quarter-stick of dynamite in the barrel! WHAT THE HELL? JR: Fusion runs off the ropes and hits RRJ with a football block! RRJ starts getting up... Fusion off the ropes again, and hits the opponent with a flying clothesline! RRJ gets up again, Fusion lays a kick to the gut! PIELDRIVER! THE COLLISION COURSE! He's going back to the top ropes... JA: MONOSSOS LITS A ZIPPO! Monosso backs off... [BOOM!] [The resulting explosion will scatter bits of burnt paper and boot all over the arena. The reinforced steel held the blast with only minor breakage. The remaint of the barrel is on fire and security quickly comes out to douse it.] JR: WHAT THE HELL? MONOSSO IS TRYING TO KILL US! JA: HE BLEW UP BOOTIE! HE'S WORKING WITH FUSION! JR: FUSION MISSED THE BOMB DROP! THE EXPLOSION CAUSED HIM TO LOSE HIS BALANCE! RRJ recovers and executes the Hedge Hog! He looks for Bootie but can't find him! JA: He's blown up! JR: RRJ is panicing! RRJ sees Monosso... HE JUMPS OVER THE TOP ROPES AND IS BEATING THE HELL OUT OF MONOSSO! Monosso does NOT fight back, but looks at RRJ sadly. JA: RRJ has lost it! He's destroying the ringside area! What's he doing? HE'S TAKING OFF ISHIKAWA'S DRESS SHOE! ISHIKAWA IS SHAKEN UP FROM THE EXPLOSION AND DOESN'T KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON! RRJ IS BACK IN THE RING! BOOTIE CALL WITH ISHIKAWA'S SHOE TO FUSION'S HEAD! DOWN GOES FUSION! RRJ COVERS! ONE! TWO! THREE! [DING DING DING!] Francine: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND STILL IWF/WOW WORLD CHAMPION... RAZOR RON JEREMY!!! JA: President Ishikawa is pissed as hell that Fusion couldn't get the title! I love it! Now he knows what it's like to have your plans ruined! JR: James Monosso has the World title belt. Look at his expression! He's transfixed by the belt! He doesn't have the Intercontinental title belt to gaze into anymore. He's hypontized by the belt! Wait a sec, Ishikawa has the microphone. PCI: RRJ, I am sick of you! Fusion failed to end your reign as champ! So I'll use that over used expression... If you want a job do right, you have to do it yourself! RRJ, next Monday, you will face Fusion and me! Normally this would be a tag team match, but you don't have any friends left! RRJ: If I can find a partner, I'm gonna get one! See you on Monday! Now where's my belt? [James Monosso can be seen walking to the back with the belt staring at it with RRJ chasing after him.]