The Nurse and The Letter

The scene opens to The Great Malinko standing just outside his dressing room. He knew she�d be in there...waiting for him. She would have finally heard of the card, who it was that he was facing. There was no rule saying that he couldn�t fight women. As a matter of fact Malinko was pretty sure that she wouldn�t have an issue with it, but being tossed into a handicap match, she had to wonder the same as he did. Could he follow the rules when the deck was stacked against him. Malinko took a deep cleansing breath and let himself into the room.

Malinko: Julia? You in here?

He was surprised to find that she wasn�t waiting for him. Instead she lay soundly asleep on the plush couch that he had placed in the corner. The dressing room of the champ was much more opulent then that of a mere wrestler. There was a note on the makeup table written in her hand.

Malinko couldn�t believe it...taking the relationship to the next level. He thought he�d have to suck up for at least another week before she started putting out! Well he wasn�t about to complain. He went over to wake her up, as the note had asked, but something stayed his hand. Instead he watched as she slept. Her generous cleavage rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep, her blond hair cascading across the pillow. She was an image of beauty.

Suddenly a knock at the door introduced Cyril Acheston. He noticed the sleeping Julia and spoke quietly.

Cyril: It�s time boy...get ready.

Malinko: Ok, then. Lets get this done.

Malinko�s voice was determined and harsh. She would probably sleep through the whole match. And with only one glance over his shoulder Malinko left the room wondering how far he could stretch his own luck. Would she awake in time to find out if he had violated the rules? Would some one tell her? Best if he stuck to the rules as assiduously as possible. Yes...best if he followed them, no matter how hard it made his job.

Cyril waits outside a few moments, allowing Malinko to do whatever it is he needs to. He crouches, his back against the wall. The wall felt good against his back before the match, waiting for the time when they would finally call to him, and the pre-match feelings would set in. Years ago, it would be butterflies couples with nerves and shaky knees. Now, he feels nothing but a surge of hate and a rise in temperature. He clenches his gauntleted hand, and his other scratches his eye patch lightly, soothing the itch. An echoing voice calls down the corridor. He has five minutes. He stands, stretching out his legs as he goes up, and he then pops his neck and pulls his gauntlet off of his fist. He fastens it to a clamp under his coat, and he pops the fingers that were once inside. He had a feeling he wouldn't be using it tonight. The time had come when his partner would be tested, and he would be too. He didn't trust the man, but sometimes enemies can do amazing things when in the situation together. This was the impossible task set before them, and they were going to defy logic and everyone's predictions when they pulled it off. Malinko comes out of the locker room, shutting the door softly behind him.

The two look at one another.

Cyril~ You prepared?

Malinko, sneering~ Of course.

Cyril~ Thought you might have had second thoughts.

Malinko, scoffing~ I want this just as badly as you do. There's no second-guessing at this point.

A tech runs up to the duo~ It's time!

Cyril, turns to walk to the entrance of the ring, then looks back~ We don't lose.

Malinko nods somberly as Cyril's music hits the PA, pushing the crowd louder.

Downs: Acheston says they don't lose...but my word the odds are stacked against them. Here we go folks!

Handicap Match
The Great Malinko/Cyril Acheston vs Pain Express/Layton Matthews/Lucretia Black

'Weak And Powerless' plays again, and the boos erupt from around the arena again, which only intensify as Acheston walks through the curtain, and the music fades into Insane Clown Posse's 'Southwest Voodoo' and the new Universal Champion follows him out too. He shrugs the title belt over his shoulder, and Acheston does the same with his World Of Pain title belt, and the two touch clenched fists, before heading slowly down the ramp towards the ring...

Downs: Look at the faces on these two here. They know what it's all about. They've done some pretty evil things over the last three weeks, and tonight they have a mountain to climb as punishment.
Carvanelie: I refuse to see how assaulting power-mad Thurman Skydive and the man that attempted to ruin the EWA Universal Championship, Christian Cage, is evil?
Downs: They've spat in the face of Thurman Skydive, both of these two, and that barbed wire attack on Christian Cage as he was saying his farewells to the crowd in Pittsburgh...that was nothing short of repulsive. It's just too bad Julia, his ladyfriend, didn't find out!

There's no showmanship from the duo tonight. Whether they like each other or not is irrelevant, and they could both care less about what the crowd thinks of them. They hit the ring with a look of quiet determination, hand their belts through the ropes to the timekeeper, then get loose again. They look up the ramp and await their three opponents...and they don't have to wait long.
It's Alice In Chains' 'Angry Chair' that starts to play first as Pain Express walks out onto the stage. He shakes his neck loose and bends his ailing knees, before thumping his heart in appreciation of the fans. He has a 'King Of The Gimmick Matches' T-shirt on, and he eyes the two men in the ring cautiously as he heads down the ramp, and climbs onto the apron. The crowd are still cheering for PE, when 'Never Duplicated' - Fabulous hits, and the pop intensifies again as out onto the stage, making his EWA comeback, comes Layton Matthews.

Downs: Pain Express is one of the toughest guys in this business, and Layton Matthews is one half of the greatest Tag Team ever to grace the EWA...
Carvanelie: I'm guessing our opinions differ on that point, but it is a disturbingly formidable trio Skydive's having Acheston and Malinko go up against. I don't like their chances in this one...and that sucks!
Downs: AND THEY'RE NOT WAITING FOR MS BLACK IN THIS ONE...HERE WE GO!

Matthews taps Pain Express' arm as he walks past, and together the two run down to the ring and slide under the ropes and come to blows with Acheston and Malinko! Matthews slides through Malinko's legs and hits him with a volley of big time rights which send him to the corner. Meanwhile the Indiana Terminator is rocking the World Of Pain Champion, leaning him against the ropes, then shooting him off them, hitting him with a reverse elbow as he comes back. From the corner, Matthews rockets Malinko across the ring, landing flat down on top of Acheston with a monkey flip. But as they land on the mat, the lights go blue, and 'Sonne' starts to play again. There's another pop, as down from the ceiling on a rope, just like last week, descends Lucretia Black. She nods her head, grinning evilly out on the people, and brandishes a Singapore cane in her hand. Finally she touches the mat, and unclips the harness that she was lowered on, as a huge 'LET'S GO RACHEL' chant breaks out...

It's hard to tell whether she likes that cry or not, but either way, she's getting it, and as she stands in the centre of the ring, Pain Express pulls Malinko to his feet and shoves him towards Black...WHO HITS HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH THE CANE! She turns to her Dying Breed partner Layton Matthews, who shoves Acheston towards her...AND HE GETS NAILED WITH THE CANE AS WELL!
Each shot gets a huge pop, and both men drop to their knees, almost bowing in front of Ms Black, who grins again, pulling off her elaborate attire which she arrives at the ring with, then looking down over Acheston and measuring him with another cane shot to the head. Perhaps entranced by her creepy entrance and eerie presence, the referee doesn't seem to have the presence of mind to disqualify her team, and now Malinko gets pulled to his feet by Matthews and PE, who whip him to the ropes and hit him with a hard double clothesline!

Setting the cane down, Ms Black climbs onto the top turnbuckle and sits on it, watching as Pain Express and Layton Matthews take it to Acheston and Malinko, who are already succombing to the numerical disadvantage they're facing here. Express is beating Acheston down in the corner, whilst in the middle of the ring Layton is hitting Malinko's chest with some stiff knife-edge chops. He backs Malinko to the ropes...then clotheslines him over the top!
The Universal Champion hits the ground with a crash, and gets to his feet...THEN DUCKS TO AVOID A SLINGSHOT BODY PRESS FROM MATTHEWS! Layton crashed and burned on that one, but as Malinko gets to his feet BLACK FLIES FROM THE TOP INTO A CROSSBODY AND SHE CATCHES MALINKO SQUARE IN THE CHEST! The crowd applaud the high risk offence there, but all three are down on the outside now.

Back inside the ring, Pain Express climbs to the second rope, mounting Acheston and pointing down, ready for the big right hands to the head. He hits about four, before Acheston wraps his arms around Express' body...AND DROPS HIM OUT OF THE CORNER WITH A HUGE SITOUT POWERBOMB! The ring shakes with the force of that move, and Acheston goes for the cover...but the Indiana Terminator gets his shoulder up at two.
Cyril grabs him by the hair, pulling him up and walking him to the corner, looking to throw his head into the top rope...but PE blocks it, then goes behind the World Of Pain champion...pulling him into a release belly to back suplex! He gets to his feet and looks at the referee, who leans through the ropes, trying to sort out the three-way scuffle that has broken out on the outside between the Dying Breed and Malinko...and he isn't paying attention inside the squared circle! In a flash Express has untied the turnbuckle pad...AND HE SLAMS ACHESTON'S FACE INTO THE EXPOSED BOLT! Acheston's head shoots upwards, but soon PE has a hold...AND HE SMASHES IT INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE FOR A SECOND...THEN A THIRD TIME!

Carvanelie: Maura...Maura he's cheating! The referee is distracted and he's illegally using the turnbuckle!
Downs: Oh come on, he's the World Of Pain Champion...and given his character, I'm sure it's nothing Acheston wouldn't do if he had half a chance!
Carvanelie: What are you talking about. Cyril Acheston's done nothing to anybody, and he has Pitt and the Indiana Terminator on his trail for the World Of Pain title...
Downs: Never done anything? You're kidding me right? And besides, of course Pain Express is cut out for the World Of Pain title! He's the King of the Gimmick Matches...if he was the World Of Pain Champion he could have Gimmick matches with every title defence!
Carvanelie: Maura...I suggest we move...like now!!!

Louis's urgent cry comes as Malinko on the outside whips Lucretia Black into the ring steps then throws Layton at the crowd barrier next to the announce table...BUT MATTHEWS JUMPS ONTO THE BARRIER! He wobbles, but maintains his balance...as Malinko sprints onto the barrier...AND HE HITS A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX...RIGHT THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!
Layton isn't moving...and Malinko doesn't look like he's got all his senses about him, but he's got enough to realise that wasn't within the rules! He hits his fist on the ground, then looks up the ramp as if he's looking for confirmation that Julia is still asleep. But he doesn't get long to check, because in a flash Ms Black has climbed onto that same crowd barrier...and she drops a leg across the back of his head, driving it hard into the table.

She gets to her feet, looking down at Malinko with a triumphant glare, but immediately has to move to the side as over the top rope sails Pain Express...Cyril Acheston just launched him head first out of the ring! He hits the ground hard, and isn't moving quite yet, as Lucretia sweeps Cyril's legs, and pulls him out of the ring. She looks to hit him with a forearm, but he moves aside...and hits her clean in the jaw with an uppercut. He bends down and lifts her into a military press position...THEN DRIVES HER HEADFIRST INTO THE RINGPOST!
That looked nasty, but he isn't done yet, as he continues his walk...and drops her throatfirst over the crowd barrier! She hits it hard and slumps to the ground, not moving, and Acheston laughs sadistically, before he gets turned round...Pain Express is back up! He rocks Acheston with a series of rights...then clotheslines him over the barricade and out onto the concrete! Acheston lands right on the back of his head, but somehow gets back to his feet, and he starts backing off into the sea of humanity as he sees PE climb up onto the barrier and look down on him. He's surrounded by people now, and looking up at the Indiana Terminator defiantly...RIGHT BEFORE PAIN EXPRESS DIVES INTO THE CROWD, RIGHT DOWN ON TOP OF HIM!

He took out Acheston, and about three members of the crowd, coming down onto the World Of Pain Champion and working him over with a series of hard right hands to the temple. But Acheston somehow manages to throw him off, and getting to his feet, grabs PE and throws him headlong into a row of EWA collectable folding chairs.
The referee has lost complete control of that pair if not the whole match, and he's actually given up on them as Pain Express somehow fights his way back to his feet...and he drop toeholds Acheston down onto the seat of one of the open chairs! Cyril has been sent loopy for a few seconds, and Express takes his chance. He folds up another one of the chairs and raises it high...BEFORE MISSING ACHESTON AND GETTING NOTHING BUT CHAIR AS HE SLAMS IT DOWN! Cyril moved aside, and he scores with a couple of huge right hands, before taking the chair and jamming it into PE's ribs. He's bent double gasping for air, and Acheston pulls him between his legs...AND POWERBOMBS HIM INTO ANOTHER ROW OF CHAIRS! Fans around them scatter everywhere as Express' body lies entangled in chairs on the floor. But Cyril isn't done! He points to a balcony overlooking the ground level seating area from the level above. Grabbing the rail, he pulls himself up, and then straddles the balcony rail!
The fans watching all around him actually give him a pop for his guts. They can't believe what he's about to try here! He's damn near ten feet in the air...AND HE JUMPS OFF...TO SCORE WITH ONE OF THE SICKEST ELBOW DROPS THE EWA HAS EVER WITNESSED!

Downs: DEAR GOD THIS MATCH IS A MESS! THERE ARE PEOPLE DOWN EVERYWHERE, AND CYRIL ACHESTON MAY WELL HAVE TAKEN HIMSELF OUT OF THE CONTEST, ALONG WITH PAIN EXPRESS...
Carvanelie: Cyril Acheston just dropped an elbow from that balcony to the floor...how the hell can you insult a man that would do that?
Downs: Because I think he's a downright jackass, but I'm not going to insult his abilities in a "wrestling ring", because he is a tough son of a b*tch!
Carvanelie: And now look at this...Malinko is up!
Downs: And the courageous Universal Champion is going to pick on an unconscious Lucretia Black...now that's a tough guy!

Malinko is up, and he's still remembering the leg drop from the crowd barrier. He looks down at the barely moving body of Ms Black and he grabs her by the hair, pulling her up and shaking her limp body around like a ragdoll. Violently he shoves her under the ropes, then slides under into the ring, pulling her up...THEN PILEDRIVING HER DOWN INTO THE CANVAS! The crowd wince and gasp as he stands over her body laughing at her...BEFORE HE SLAPS HER INTO THE MAKE A WISH!
That brings her back to consciousness with a start, and she screams and cries in pain. The referee is right in her face, asking her whether she wants to give it up. She's right in the centre of the ring, and Malinko's got the hold locked in tight!

This is getting almost painful to watch now, as Lucretia clocks up almost sixty seconds in the Make A Wish. The crowd are right behind her, willing her to stay in the match, but Malinko is sadistic, reaching back and keeping the hold locked in. She's starting to lapse into unconsciousness again. It's impossible to tolerate so much pain and punishment for so long. But she's showing so much guts and refusing to give up...but now she's looking like she's passing out! Her eyes are shut, and her arms, which had been trembling violently as she fought the hold are now still and limp. The ref has no choice but to check her arms. It drops once...then a second time! He raises the arm for a third time...and it drops...NO IT DOESN'T!!!
The crowd go nuts as into the ring slides Layton Matthews with the Universal title belt...AND HE BREAKS THE HOLD BY SHOVING THE BELT RIGHT INTO MALINKO'S FACE!

He throws the belt over the top rope before the referee has a chance to work out what was going on, and he covers Malinko (1...2...Thrr KICKOUT!)
Malinko shot his shoulder up, then rolls onto his stomach, but he's still seeing stars from the belt shot! Crawling to his feet he ducks under a right hand from Matthews, and drags the Showcase Superstar down into the Make A Wish...but Matthews fights it...AND HE ROLLS MALINKO INTO THE PIN! (1...2...Kickout again!)
Malinko hits the mat in frustration, then ducks underneath a clothesline attempt. He looks for the full nelson into a dragon suplex...but Matthews backflips out of it...SHOWCASE FINALE!

Downs: Matthews hits the Showcase Finale, and there's the cover...ONE...TWO...ACHESTON'S BACK!!
Carvanelie: Oh thank God!

Acheston pulls Matthews off Malinko...AND SENDS HIM TO THE MAT WITH THE FINAL SHOT! The canvas is a mess, stained with McCaine's blood from earlier, and with Malinko, Matthews and Black all lying flat out on it...and Acheston is the only man standing. He raises his arms again, and laughs sadistically. Rolling backwards out of the ring he returns with a chair, and sets to work folding it closed around the left arm of Layton Matthews. The referee gets right in his face, telling him he'll be disqualified, but Acheston just shoves him aside, then climbs to the top rope, and slapping his thigh, indicating he's going to snap Layton's arm with a leg drop onto the chair.
He stands on the top, inhaling deeply and looking out on the crowd...RIGHT BEFORE HE GETS CROTCHED OVER THE TOP ROPE! Pain Express is back in the match, and one of his eyes is swollen shut from the abuse he took out in the crowd earlier. And he's back for revenge on the World Of Pain Champion, as he climbs up the top rope, pulling him up then hooking his arms up!

No way is he going to do this! He's looking for a superplex from the top rope the outside...AND HOLY SH*T HE HITS IT! EVERYONE IN THE ARENA IS ON THEIR FEET FOR THAT DEATH-DEFYING MOVE...AND PAIN EXPRESS IS SOMEHOW ON HIS FEET! He grabs Acheston's legs...INDIANA DEATHLOCK!!!

Downs: That crazy redneck is damn near impervious to pain Louis...and he's got his Indiana Deathlock locked in on Cyril right on here on the floor!
Carvanelie: And what is this referee doing out here...there are people inside the ring he should attend to or something!
Downs: Malinko is down, Layton Matthews is down, Ms Black is down...this handicap match has been a wild brawl from the word go...and it ain't stopping yet!

The referee climbs out of the ring, trying to make PE break the hold...as Acheston starts to tap on the outside! If it was in the ring the match would be over, but on the floor it doesn't mean a thing, as the referee pulls on the Terminator's biceps, trying desperately to make him break it...AS THROUGH THE CROWD AND OVER THE BARRIER COMES HELLS ANGEL! Acheston's fellow Last Vengeance member is on the scene...AND HE THROWS THE REFEREE INTO THE RING STEPS!
Reaching into his jacket he pulls out a lead pipe AND FROM BEHIND HE CRACKS PAIN EXPRESS WITH IT! Down he goes, and the back of his head has been laid wide open! Angel helps Cyril to his feet, and together the two roll him into the ring, and start to pummel away at him in the corner.

Acheston holds him in the full nelson position, as Angel winds up with the pipe AND DRIVES IT RIGHT INTO HIS STOMACH! He's bent double, and Angel lifts him onto his shoulders...LIVING NIGHTMARE!
Pain Express is down...but the Dying Breed are up! Layton Matthews and Lucretia Black stare into the face of the two active Last Vengeance members! You could cut the tension with a knife as the two teams step across the ring! The flash bulbs are incredible...AS TWO SETS OF ARMS REACH BEHIND BLACK AND MATTHEWS...AND GERMAN SUPLEX THEM ONTO OPEN FOLDING CHAIRS!!

Downs: MY GOD THEIR NECKS COULD BE BROKEN...AND MY GOD DR. MENTAL IS IN THE EWA!!!
Carvanelie: AND LOOK AT HIM...HE JUST SHOOK HANDS WITH MALINKO!!!

Malinko and Mental look at each other with sick smiles on their faces, and then across the ring to Hells Angel and Cyril Acheston, the four men exchanging satisfied glances, looking down at the three unconscious bodies in the ring. The referee is still down on the outside, and this carnage has just raged out of control...UNTIL 'THE PRISONER' STARTS TO PLAY!!
The crowd blow the roof off the place as down the ramp sprints Thurman Skydive, his head wrapped in a bandage and a steel chair in his hand! He slides under the ropes...AND HE DROPS BOTH MEMBERS OF LAST VENGEANCE WITH CHAIRSHOTS RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!

The CEO has lost it here, and he's wearing out Acheston and Angel with the chair! At first Malinko and Mental watch on, slightly taken aback by Skydive's rage, but finally they take a step across the ring to break it up...BUT THEY GET ATTACKED FROM BEHIND BY THE DYING BREED! Ms Black locks the Kiss in on Malinko, whilst Layton drags Dr. Mental down into the Scales Of St Layton!
Meanwhile the CEO is going wild on the World Of Pain Champion! He throws him over the top rope to the outside, then drops out to start stomping away. Pulling him up, he hooks up his arm...SKYDIVE SLAM...RIGHT THERE ON THE FLOOR!

Skydive: JUST A SUIT MY ASS...MOTHERF*CKER!!

Thurman points a middle finger down at Acheston, then makes towards the referee, slapping his face and trying to revive him!
The referee is starting to come round on the outside, but he's not looking into the ring just yet, and Hells Angel is somehow up! He staggers around, before making to break up the submission holds which the Dying Breed STILL have locked in. But he gets taken down by a dragon screw from Pain Expres...AND HE LOCKS IN THE INDIANA DEATHLOCK ON HELLS ANGEL!
The ring is an absolute picture, as Black has the Kiss on the Universal Champion, Layton has his version of the Dragon Sleeper locked in on Dr. Mental, and Pain Express leans back in the Indiana Deathlock. Skydive finally grabs the referee by his shirt and rolls him into the ring...AS ALL THREE MEN START TO TAP!!! THIS ONE'S OVER!!

Downs: MALINKO WAS IN THE MATCH...HE WAS TAPPING JUST LIKE THE OTHER TWO...
Carvanelie: I DEMAND A RECOUNT...THIS IS MORE RIGGED THAN FLORIDA...
Downs: What the hell? Hells Angel and Dr. Mental got involved long before Thurman Skydive did!
Carvanelie: But he's the CEO...he can't run around assaulting people whilst they're in matches!
Downs: After all that Last Vengeance have done to him since he took over, he damn sure can...and by God he just cost Cyril Acheston this match...and he still hasn't moved after that Skydive Slam!
Carvanelie: And look at that look between Pitt and Skydive! They used to be Tag Team Champions together...and there's damn sure an understanding between the two here and now!
Downs: After she slapped him in the face earlier tonight...but that is a knowing stare Louis...you're right!

In the ring, the canvas is just covered in bodies, with Skydive and Black the only two standing. Both are breathing heavily and looking at each other. Finally Thurman nods his head at Lucretia, then backs off out of the ring, applauding gently as he walks up the ramp whilst 'Sonne' starts to play again...

Downs: What a damn match that was...and I tell you something, for once here in the EWA, the right prevailed. Cyril Acheston and The Great Malinko have done some dastardly deeds in their time, and they all came back to haunt them there.
Carvanelie: But...
Downs: And whatever Dr. Mental's agenda here tonight, he didn't accomplish it...and I guess he too is now on our roster?
Carvanelie: You're dodging the major issue here, Maura. Thurman Skydive just overstepped his boundaries by a long long way. Whatever the provocation, he shouldn't be out here interfering in matches...
Downs: That's your view and you're entitled to it. Personally I think he was just evening the score...
Carvanelie: Evening the score? He just booked a three-on-two handicap match...like he cares about the score being even!
Downs: And as wild as that eight person insanity was...it can only get worse. Up next it's our Main Event tonight...and it's a Flaming Tables Match!
Carvanelie: You're right, we should move on...because oh boy will that one be out of control! Anything goes, everything's legal! You win by throwing your opponent through a Flaming Table, it's really that simple...
Downs: But you have to wonder about Hells Angel's condition. He was just knocked silly by Skydive and that steel chair, then put in the Indiana Deathlock!

(The show fades to commercials with shots of various officials helping the numerous casualties away from the ring and up the ramp. Lucretia Black is helping Layton Matthews up the ramp as in the ring, Pain Express sits on the top rope, smiling as the fans chant his name, as the bodies of Hells Angel, Cyril Acheston, Malinko and Dr. Mental are helped out of the ring...)

Next Week Thurman Skydive presents...
EWA Tuesday Night Tsunami
Fleet Center, Boston MA
Tuesday August 5th 2003

The Law

We come back from commercials, and we're live inside the parking lot, where we see Thurman Skydive striding towards a long black limousine, a smile on his face. He mimmicks the action of Skydive Slamming Cyril onto the ring floor right up to the point where he reaches for the door handle...when he receives a tap on the shoulder...It's the owner of the EWA!

Skydive: What the...Mr. Victory? What are you doing here?

Victory: Well originally I intended to be here for the ridiculous Main Event you booked. Now I appreciate they asked for that match, and it's the deciding match of your Tournament's Semi-Finals...but really Thurman...a Flaming Tables Match?

Skydive: That's right sir. I stand by my decision...I made the choice I felt was necessary to settle the bad blood between them, and as punishment to them both for directly defying clear instructions...

Victory: However...upon my arrival here tonight I watch you running around, getting involved in matches. That's not why I hired you, Skydive. I brought you in to take control...and when I see you running around like that...that doesn't scream control to me. I tell you what, you've had a great first month in control of Tsunami. July was one of the best months in the EWA's history thanks to your leadership...and to show my gratitude, why don't you have next week off?

Skydive: That's kind Mr. Victory...but you know, I'd rather...

Victory: Maybe you don't understand me here...you're HAVING next week off. I think you and the roster need a cooling off period. Next week only I'll be taking control of Tsunami...

Downs: What the...Mike Victory is laying down the law to Thurman Skydive here...and the people in this arena don't like it one bit!
Carvanelie: Oh that was priceless! Look at loverboy's face Maura...he's been TOLD he's having next week off!

Victory: So that commercial for 'Thurman Skydive presents' Tsunami next week...well it will now be presented by Mike Victory. That will be all Skydive...

Skydive (looking furious): Whatever...*mocking tone* sir...

Victory: Oh and Skydive...your pay-per-view on August 18th...I've got you an arena. Milwaukee, Wisconsin's Bradley Center...

But Thurman isn't listening. He's already climbed into the limo and slammed the door shut. Pretty soon it pulls away, leaving Victory to straighten his tie, and make towards the arena, ready to take his place in a skybox for the Main Event...

Downs: So next week it's 'Mike Victory presents' Tuesday Night Tsunami...and I don't think Thurman likes it one bit!
Carvanelie: You don't think? I guarantee you he didn't like it...and I can't say I disagree with Mike Victory's decision to take charge. Thurman Skydive is running his company into an extremist hell. You've seen tonight...that last match, the violence of the McCaine-Butcher match...the foreign objects used in our opener tonight.
Downs: Well I have to say I strongle DISagree with Victory's decision...and yourself for that matter. Last Vengeance have been assaulting Thurman left and right for the last few weeks, and the second Thurman takes steps to stop it happening, Victory comes down on him like a ton of bricks. And as for the product Thurman's been producing...if Victory expects the EWA to strictly stick to the rules he must be living in a fantasy world...this isn't 1970's NWA!
Carvanelie: Oh boy...if he here's this you'll be in trouble!
Downs: I know...but I can't believe he told Thurman to take next week off. He made the wrong call there Louis...
Carvanelie: You're just sore because you won't get to oogle over Skydive next week...you'll get over it!
Downs: Whatever, Louis. Anyway, here we go with tonight's Main Event!

Flaming Tables Tournament Semi-Finals Decider
Smoke vs Hells Angel

'Ruff Ryder Anthem' - DMX is the first entrance theme to hit, and there's a decent pop for Smoke, who heads down the ramp, and he looks calm and ready to go for this one. He knows it's all on this match...quite possibly the biggest of his career thus far, and he's the Main Event of an EWA show. It's a huge moment, and he looks determined to succeed, no matter what the cost...which given the stipulations of the match, could be great!

Downs: It's a huge moment for this young rookie. He could be progressing to Adrenaline Rush to compete in the match of his life for the United States Championship...
Carvanelie: Don't build the kid up when we all now he's going to be knocked down. Hells Angel will be absolutely pissed after what happened in that last match. I'd so hate to be Smoke right now, he's going to get his ass beat!
Downs: I beg to differ. I think the chaos in that last match will help Smoke. Thanks to all of that, there's no way Hells Angel can be a hundred percent focused on this match...and even he is, after the steel chair assault by Skydive, and the Indiana Deathlock from Pain Express, physically he'll be hurting like hell!

We're soon to find out what his physical condition is like, as Tool's 'Lateralus' starts to play, and out onto the stage, sporting the new 'Last Vengeance' T-shirt, and carrying a can of gasoline, comes Hells Angel. He's a former Universal Champion, and he wants EWA gold back around his waist, much like his fellow Last Vengeance member, Cyril Acheston, and winning the US Title Tournament is the best way to go about it. Indeed, he makes a title belt gesture around his waist as he heads down the ramp. He places the can of gasoline on the steps, then slips under the ropes, into the ring and into a vicious staredown with Smoke...

Downs: Two matches already between these two, and they're at one match each as we come to this decider here and now. Next week we'll be seeing the deciding match between The Butcher and Davlin McCaine...assuming the New Talent is able to compete given the injuries he sustained in that match...but this is about Angel and Smoke...and this trio of matches ends tonight in this barbaric environment...
Carvanelie: Which we have Thurman Skydive to thank for. You heard Mike Victory...he's not happy with this piece of booking either!
Downs: Well personally I feel Mike Victory is flat out wrong in his dealing with Thurman Skydive here tonight, but that's not what this is about...
Carvanelie: And I hate to say it, but you may have been right about Angel's physical condition. He's definitely limping, favouring that left leg...and you can see his eyebrow's been split by Skydive and the chair...
Downs: He's going to have to compete through the pain if he wants to win this one and progress to Adrenaline Rush...and here we go!!

Smoke slaps Angel square in the face, and tells him to come on...AND ANGEL COMES ON! He drops Smoke with a right hand, but the youngster is right back up...and he takes another shot to the jaw. He drops again, but once more is back on his feet, and this time he comes back with a shot of his own, which staggers his bigger opponent. He bounces off the ropes and looks to use a head scissors take down...but Angel catches him...and spins him in mid-air - but Smoke lands on his feet! He runs to the ropes, but then slides to the outside. Angel jumps through the ropes, as Smoke rolls back in...and nails Hells Angel with a baseball slide!
Angel gets thrown back against the crowd barrier, as Smoke hits the arena floor again, and picks up one of the many tables that are placed around ringside. He hoists into the air...AND KNOCKS ANGEL BACK OVER THE CROWD BARRIER WITH IT! Hells Angel hits the floor the other side, but gets up...to get the edge of the table jammed into his throat! He slumps over it, balancing the table perfectly over the barricade, and Smoke takes the chance to climb to the top rope!

The crowd are on their feet early in this one as Smoke inhales deeply, looking down at the table...then shaking his head! The crowd boo as he climbs down from the top rope...THEN ERUPT INTO CHEERS AS HE LOOKS UNDER THE RING AND PULLS OUT A LADDER! He throws that into the ring, then sets it up next to the ropes. Hells Angel is still slumped over the edge of the table, and Smoke is at the top of the ladder!
He points at Angel...THEN DIVES OFF THE LADDER! HE SAILS THROUGH THE AIR...AND ANGEL MOVES!! SMOKE CRASHES THROUGH THE TABLE AND INTO THE CROWD ALONG WITH HELLS ANGEL...AND THE 'HOLY SH*T' CHANT IS DEAFENING!

Carvanelie: You see that was a rookie error there Maura. He didn't need to take a huge chance like that so early in the match. I wouldn't be surprised if Hells Angel, the veteran that he is, was playing possum there and suckering Smoke in...
Downs: Well he definitely crashed and burned on that one. That table shattered beneath him, and the concrete floor was a rough landing...and he's kidding himself if he thinks Hells Angel is going to show him any mercy!!

Hells Angel is back up, and this match is less than five minutes old and he's already limping pretty badly - the residual effects of Pain Express' Indiana Deathlock from earlier. But he drags the body of Smoke up, and shoves him between his legs. He lifts him into the powerbomb position...AND THROWS HIM SPINE-FIRST INTO THE SIDE OF THE CROWD BARRIER! All around him the crowd wince in pain, as Smoke lands flat on his ass, his back absolutely killing him.
But Angel hasn't finished yet! He pulls Smoke up...AND DOES IT FOR A SECOND TIME! If anything the second time was even more painful than the first, and Smoke's face contorts vastly with the pain that shoots through his body...BUT HELLS ANGEL WANTS TO DO IT FOR A THIRD TIME! He pulls Smoke up and into the powerbomb position...and he does it...AND THE BARRIER GAVE WAY UNDER THE PRESSURE!!! ANGEL JUST POWERBOMBED SMOKE THROUGH THE CROWD BARRIER!

Smoke lies flat out on the barrier as it lies on the ground, holding his back and wincing in pain. Angel just stands in the crowd, smiling somewhat vacantly as he looks down at what he's done. Stepping through the gap where the section of barricade had been, he looks into the ring, and tips over the ladder Smoke used to jump off, dragging it to the outside and holding it above Smoke's body. He looks down at him, and with the same starry-eyed smile, he brings the ladder straight down over Smoke's throat!
Smoke absolutely squirms in pain now as the ladder crushes his aesophegus, but it's a good twenty seconds before Angel finally relents and pulls the ladder up, leaning it against an intact section of guard rail. Smoke is still down on the floor, and Angel mounts the barrier, and looks set to ride the ladder all the way down onto Smoke's body...BUT SMOKE MOVED ASIDE! Angel hit the ground and got flung hard against the side of the ring! He isn't moving here, and Smoke has some time to recover.

And that's exactly what he's doing. He rests, bent double, his head practically resting on his knees as he sucks in air and generally tries to ride out the pain he's experiencing right now. But finally he has to go on, and he looks to the ring...and then under it. He pulls out a black rubbish sack and looks inside it...a wide smile breaking out onto his face.
Looking down, he slips it under the bottom rope, then lifts Angel to a vaguely standing-like position and rolls him into the ring as well. Getting in himself, Smoke grabs the garbage sack again and pours it's contents onto the canvas...IT'S THE BROKEN GLASS LEFT OVER FROM THE McCAINE-BUTCHER MATCH EARLIER! The crowd gasp in disbelief, and Smoke pulls Angel up...then looks for a DDT into the broken glass...but Angel's blocking it. He fights out of the side headlock, then kicks Smoke in the ribs...HE'S LOOKING FOR ANOTHER POWERBOMB - THIS TIME INTO THE GLASS!
He lifts Smoke high into the air...BUT THE ROOKIE COUNTERS WITH A FACEBUSTER...AND ANGEL GETS A FACEFUL OF BROKEN GLASS!!

Downs: Have we not seen enough carnage as a result of glass here tonight? And sweet Jesus, Hells Angel has been lacerated badly...now he's leaking the red juice all over the damn canvas. This night has just been brutal!
Carvanelie: Damn you Skydive...oh how enjoyable next week will be without you here to wreck the careers of our talent with your sadistic booking!

Angel rolls over, staring into the lights until blood starts to trickle into his eyes. Smoke rolls under the ropes and drags the ladder into the ring, and sets about setting it up in the corner. He gets that done, then leans through the ropes, grabbing the can of petrol before climbing to the top of the ladder. He looks down at Hells Angel, who still lies next to the pile of broken glass. He indicates that he wants to jump off and nail his opponent in the face with the can...but he isn't going to get the opportunity!
Hells Angel lunges towards the ladder and shakes it enough to threaten Smoke's balance! Smoke grabs the ladder to control himself...and now Angel's starting to climb the ladder. He reaches the top, and jabs Smoke in the stomach, then grabs his head, slamming it down into the petrol can. It hits with an audible can...and the cap to the can comes off! Soon gasoline is running down the rungs of the ladder, right before Angel snatches the can from Smoke's hands...AND CRACKS HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH IT!

Smoke takes the shot to the face and his eyes roll back into his head...as the rest of his body looks set to roll backwards and down onto the turnbuckles. But Angel grabs his head, saving him from that fall...BUT DROPPING HIM INTO A DIFFERENT ONE, AS HE TAKES HIM DOWN FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER WITH THE DEADLY SIN! Both bodies hit the canvas with a crash after the massive cutter from the top of the ladder, and Hells Angel's body hits it then rolls out of the ring, leaving Smoke alone, flat out on his face!
Yet again 'HOLY SH*T' is the cry as the two men try desperately to recover from that one. Angel is outside and scrabbling about under the ring for something. He finds it, a small box taped to the ringpost, then rolls back into the ring, crawling over to the ladder. Opening the box...HE LIGHTS A MATCH!!! The ladder is doused in petrol...AND IN SECONDS HELLS ANGEL HAS SET THE ENTIRE LADDER ABLAZE!! It casts an almost eerie glow over the ring, and now he pulls Smoke to his feet...AND IRISH WHIPS HIM INTO THE FLAMING LADDER!! Smoke hits it, absolutely screaming in pain, and he comes backwards...RIGHT INTO THE LIVING NIGHTMARE! For the second time tonight, Hells Angel hits his finisher, and if he could pin Smoke here and now, you know he would.

Instead he rolls to the outside, again flinging the apron up with a sadistic grin, and pulling out a few tables, shoving them into the ring...then grabbing a second can of petrol and re-entering with it. Suddenly a thought flashes into his head, and he taps his temple, before raising a middle finger to the fans, and groping under the ring again, pulling out a fire extinguisher!
Whether it's in the spirit of a Flaming Tables Match or not is irrelevant, he's bringing it into the ring, and as Smoke somehow crawls to his feet...HE HITS A SPINNING HEEL KICK TO THE EXTINGUISHER...AND KICKS IT RIGHT INTO ANGEL'S FACE! Angel is staggered, and Smoke gets to his feet, grabbing Angel's head AND SLAMMING IT INTO THE BLAZING LADDER. It's Angel's turn to feel the burn, and Smoke pulls him back, and takes him down with a short arm clothesline.
Now he turns his attention to one of the tables that Angel brought into the ring. He sets it up in the middle of the ring, then drags Angel up. He positions him one side of the wood, then stands behind him...THEN DROPS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE, SENDING HIM UP IN SMOKE! Hells Angel is unconscious...and if Smoke had had the piece of mind to set that table on fire, he'd have won the match there and then.

But he has other ideas, as he points to the ladder, which is still burning away into the corner, dripping melted plastic into little black pools on the canvas. He climbs to the top rope behind the ladder...THEN RIDES IT TO THE CANVAS...BUT HE MISSES ANGEL!! He gets a faceful of blazing ladder, before Angel pulls him up, then scoops him up. He points his thumbs down to the ladder...DOWNWARD SPIRAL ON THE BURNING LADDER!
Smoke screams in pain as his disappears between one of the torched rungs, and he rolls away, clutching his face in head in pain. Hells Angel stays on his knees. He looks down at Smoke, then shakes his head, yelling that 'WE AIN'T DONE YET!'. Grimacing in pain, he drags the ladder to the corner, then lifts Smoke onto the top rope. He climbs up after him, and points down to the canvas and the burning ladder! He wants to superplex Smoke onto it...BUT SMOKE COUNTERS!!! HE SCORES WITH A FLIPOVER NECKWHIP - RIGHT ONTO THE LADDER...AND HELLS ANGEL'S ATTIRE HAS CAUGHT FIRE!!
He's already stopped and dropped, and now he's rolling desperately, and finally his burning clothes have been extinguished, but he lies in a smouldering, barely conscious mess on the floor. He still has blood trickling down his face, and he doesn't even seem to care that he's lying in the pile of broken glass Smoke utilised earlier.

Carvanelie: Quite frankly, Maura, this is disturbing me. Thurman Skydive has booked these two guys in an anything goes environment...and such a barbaric one that encourages the use of fire. Both guys are going to need to be taken to the nearest burns unit when this one is over...at the very least!
Downs: But it just shows what incredible motivation the vacant United States Championship offers. This tournament is really hotting up, especially with Adrenaline Rush well and truly in sight!
Carvanelie: That's what makes this so hard to watch! These two are beating the sh*t out of each other...and for what? The chance to enter a marathon match with the faint glimmer of hope that they MIGHT win the US title?
Downs: Well maybe you have a point there, but that chance is what's driving them here...and Smoke has another table...dear God this is madness!

Smoke has another table, and he balances it over the ropes in the corner, extending the legs to stabilise it. Now he grabs the can of petrol and douses the table with a liberal coating of the pungent, transparent liquid. He looks around, and spies the box of matches in the opposite corner, and grabs them. In a flash he's lit a second match...and another object erupts in flames. Now he pulls up Hells Angel, and drags him to the corner, lifting him over the burning table, and sitting him on the top rope...AND HE DIDN'T SEE HIM GRAB THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER ON THE WAY!
Smoke steps through the ropes and walks along the ring apron, still unaware that Angel has the extinguisher as he climbs onto the top rope with Angel, then points down at the table! The crowd are popping big time...AND SMOKE IS SETTING ANGEL UP FOR A TOP ROPE PILEDRIVER!! He lifts Angel up...AND ANGEL BLASTS THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER AT THE TABLE...RIGHT BEFORE HE GOT PILEDRIVEN THROUGH IT!!!

He might have just had his neck snapped like a twig...but he's still in the match! He put the burning table out just seconds before he went through it, and Smoke looks incredulous! He thumps the mat in frustration, looking at the fire extinguisher, picking it up and throwing it over the top rope and up the ramp! Finally he gets up and makes his way towards the third table, picking it up, then setting it up near the opposite corner, then grabbing the can...and he just lit another table on fire. He turns back to Angel...WHO SWEEPS HIS FEET FROM UNDER HIM AND LOCKS HIM INTO THE ANGEL LOCK! His eyes are wild and crazy as he twists Smoke's ankle in ways it just wasn't meant to go....AND SMOKE'S TAPPING OUT! He's tapping out from the pain, but it makes no difference! He hasn't gone through a flaming table, so this one is going on, whether he taps all night or not!
Finally Angel breaks the hold, and points to the table, with a smile on his face, and it seems to grow wider as he listens to the 'ASSHOLE' chant from the crowd. He pulls Smoke up by the hair, and looks to throw him onto the table...BUT SMOKE DRAGS HIM ON AS WELL!!

Downs: MY GOD SMOKE AND HELLS ANGEL ARE ROLLING AROUND ON TOP OF A BURNING TABLE...THEY'RE BOTH ENGULFED IN FLAMES HERE...FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WOULD SOMEBODY STOP THE MATCH!
Carvanelie: THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE MAURA...
Downs: OH MY GOD LOOK AT SMOKE!!

From the flames, Smoke crawls out. His shorts are on fire as he climbs the top rope, whilst Hells Angel still lies flat out on the burning table. He is getting head to toe burns here...AND SMOKE IS SETTING HIMSELF UP FOR A MOONSAULT! He extends, ready to jump...AS CYRIL ACHESTON LIMPS DOWN THE RAMP!! He's out here to help his Last Vengeance partner...AND HE CLIMBS ONTO THE APRON TO HIT SMOKE RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH A STEEL CHAIR!
The boos are deafening as Smoke crotches himself on the top rope as a result of the shot, and Cyril yells in vein to Angel. Reaching his arm into the flames, he pulls out Angel...who's moving about, despite his own clothing, once again, being ignited and burning him! Patches of scorched flesh are visible, and it's somewhat disturbing...he looks across at Acheston who nods at him...AND TOGETHER THEY LIFT SMOKE OFF THE TOP ROPE...AND DOUBLE POWERBOMB HIM THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!!

Downs: Thank heaven it's over...and Hells Angel's going to Adrenaline Rush...but damnit he needed some help from his precious Last Vengeance buddy to get it done!
Carvanelie: Well I told you nothing would stop Hells Angel getting the win here...and now can somebody please come out here...with like a firetruck or something?

In the ring, Cyril sprays Angel down with the fire extinguisher he grabbed on his way to the ring, and Angel needs medical treatment badly...but Smoke is still lying in the smouldering remains of the table. Finally some EMT's arrive on hand to assist him...but as one of them turns to help Angel HE GETS THE FINAL SHOT TO THE JAW FROM CYRIL!

Downs: Oh come on Acheston! You big idiot, he's trying to help your friend...or are you too stupid to realise that?
Carvanelie (as Acheston looks across at the announce table): I err...Maura...I think he heard you...

In the ring, it's painfully obvious that Cyril did indeed hear Maura. He utters something to Hells Angel, and sick smiles spread across both their faces. Angel grabs the can of petrol, and together they limp out of the ring, and towards the reconstructed announce table...

Downs: What do you two jackasses want? I hope you're proud of yourselves! You've got Thurman suspended for a week, and you've left one of the EWA's most promising young stars in a mess in the ring...it took two of you to beat Smoke here tonight...and it's taken two of you to beat down Thurman Skydive each week...you guys are nothing but cowards!
Carvanelie: Maura...maybe you should...stop talking...the nice gentlemen look a little pissed!!

Yelling in rage, Angel grabs Carvanelie's tie, and flings him aside, as Acheston grabs Maura's hair! He nods to Angel, who covers the announce table in petrol! Acheston shoves Maura towards him, then reaches into his pocket, pulling out a lighter...then dropping it down onto the table...WHICH ERUPTS INTO FLAMES!!
The crowd absolutely scream (along with Maura Downs) as together Last Vengeance lift her into the air...THEY'RE GOING TO POWERBOMB HER INTO THE FLAMING ANNOUNCE TABLE!!

The look of terror on her face is haunting...BUT THE CROWD ARE CHEERING!! From behind the announce table, through the crowd sprints THURMAN SKYDIVE! The suspended CEO is back in the Target Center, and he jumps onto the crowd barrier...AND LEAPS OVER THE TABLE, SCORING WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE ONTO LAST VENGEANCE!
They drop Downs to the floor, and back off. They look down at Skydive, who pushes Downs away from the burning table, and behind himself. Getting to his feet, he stares down Last Vengeance who smile evilly...mouthing 'NEXT WEEK...' whilst pointing to Maura Downs...and Tsunami fades to black...

Credits
Ms Black - Allisa O'Toole
Trill vs Shadow vs Anton James - Dave Catena
Last Vengeance Locker Room - Leith Roberts
Losing It - Al Goodwin
Talking Sh*t - Davlin McCaine
The Butcher vs Davlin McCaine - Al Goodwin
You're Fired - Al Goodwin
Slap - Allisa O'Toole
The Nurse And The Letter - Adam Wrenn/Cyril Acheston
Malinko/Acheston vs PE/Matthews/Black - Al Goodwin
The Law - Al Goodwin
Smoke vs Hells Angel - Al Goodwin

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