[ "Headhunter" by Front 242 blasts over the audio system as Arthryn makes his way down to the ring. He's smiling softly, as if thinking a thousand thoughts in a split second. The crowd is reacting positively to his presence in the ring. ]

Arthryn - Judging by this reaction... I would have to say that Boston, Massachusetts is ready...

[ The crowd erupts in cheers as the "Boston, Massachusetts" is mentioned. ]

Arthryn - Yeah, they are ready indeed to see me, Arthryn, and "Tricky"...

[ The crowd once again reacts, though this time it's due to the fan favorite Tortez being mentioned by Arthryn. This causes Arthryn to nod his head slightly. ]

Arthryn - Tiki Tortez come together and mercilessly beat the life out of Ethan Tyler and Holden Raines. Now, I don't know about Tortez, but m...

[ Our cameras zoom in for a very tight close-up of two men. One man is a member of the EWA's security for tonight's Heat, as evident by his black shirt with "SECURITY" written in bold yellow. The other man can be recognized as the same guy who confronted Rob Traxler one week ago. ]

Security Guard - That's it?

Unknown - Yes.

Security Guard - That sure is a lot of money for such a simple task.

Unknown - Its not as simple as you think, but you'll do exactly what I want you to do.

Security Guard - Hand it over...say, I never caught your name.

Unknown - Here.

[ The man hands the security guard an envelope. ]

Unknown - Enjoy yourself.

Security Guard - So I guess your not gonna introduce yourself?

Unknown - Refer to me as TC.

[ With a slight pat on the shoulder, TC steps away from the security guard. The guard opens the envelope and counts his wages. Stuffing the envelope into his pocket, he stalks down the hallway. ]

[ Rachel Stevens cautiously looks over M.U.D. trying to get a feel for him. M.U.D. is hesitant in moving, perhaps paying no mind to her. She clears her throat and gathers up some of the microphone cord. ]

Rachel Stevens - Last week you quickly defeated the well known Anton Bailey in a matter of minutes in your Extreme Wrestling Association debut. I have to ask you M.U.D., how were you able to take over that match so dominantly?

[ The camera focuseson his expression. A little smile crosses his face. That's a first. ]

M.U.D. - ............

[ No reply. Rachel gives a quick confused glance to the camera and then back to M.U.D. ]

Rachel Stevens - M.U.D.? Your reply?

[ M.U.D. drops the smile and sloly faces her direction. She feels the aggression and hushes up. Seconds go by with silence. ]

M.U.D. - It was phase one. He was the first. He was a pure bread.

Rachel Stevens - Uh..okay? Now, um, where exactly did yo get your name from? Or what meaning does it have to it to be part of yourself?

M.U.D. - Revenge.

[ He leans forward towards Rachel and flashes the grin again, licking his lips. She jumps back and gasps nearly. M.U.D. continues to stare at her. Now to the camera. ]

Rachel Stevens - Ho... How prepared are you for tonight's match against a newcomer Vito Techno?

M.U.D. - Simple minded people. You are all the same.

[ M.U.D. pulls out a cloth from his jacket pocket and waves it slowly in front of Rachel. She gazes at it and asks what it is by eye contact. ]

M.U.D. - Everybody before and after this tragedy will feel the guilt of it. The only piece of my creator left, is in my hands. As if it is her fate, in my hands. But already given a decision, performed the task. Do you know what this is, Miss reporter?

Rachel Stevens - I'm sorry, but I haven't a clue.

M.U.D. - OF COURSE NOT!! NO ONE KNOWS WHAT IT IS!! I'VE EXPLAINED IT ALREADY, YET STILL NOBODY LISTENS!! THAT'S IS ONE OF MY MAIN REASONS FOR REVENGE!! THAT'S ANOTHER NAIL TO DRIVE INTO MY BACK FOR ANOTHER DAY OF FACING THE LIVING, THE GUILTY UNTIL I COMPLETE MY MISSION!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?

[ M.U.D. leans back on his chair and shrugs off his sudden explosion. The camera focuses on Rachel, who is literally trembling like cold water on hot metal in her seat. ]

M.U.D. - I've been growing up dealing with the fact that I live in a lie. I was born into a lie. And knowing the fact that my mother was a liar puts everything above it. Revenge, aggression, genocide whatever you call it. Everything is out of place, but it makes sense only to me.. Yet YOU ALL CONSITANTLY ASK WHAT IT IS I AM HERE FOR!! RIGHT AFTER I TELL YOU INSIDE AND OUT OF YOUR PRESENCE!!!

Rachel Stevens - But I was--

[ M.U.D. snaps forward and gets inches from her face. His frown aims toward the floor. ]

M.U.D. - You want to understand? You want me to rescue you this once? You need the experience? Witness my actions when I depart from this cell.

[ Rachel looks at the camera quickly and then back at M.U.D. for fear of something disasterous. Fade to blackness. ]

[ Backstage the camera catches a glimpse of Vito Techon, towel draped round his head, getting him self all riled up before his match, he walks down the hallway and is greated by Dimarco ]

Rob DiMarco - Hello Mr. Techno, looks like your quite pumped up for you match with M.U.D.

Vito Techno - Yeah well, call it what will but if that freak comes near me with any whips, leather or chains like that freaky shit in his promos, then consider me outta dat ring, coz i dont do dat shit.

Rob DiMarco - Are you trying to insinuate that--

Vito Techno - Robbie...

Rob DiMarco - Rob, its Rob.

Vito Techno - ....Rob, Robbie, R-Dawg, whateva, it dun matter what i call you, just be glad im addressing you. Now back to what i was saying, i dont insinuate anything about nothin', i say what i hafta say straight and i make it a clear as crystal, I aint no pansy ass whose gonna beat around the bush and adds lots of fluff to what he has to say. Dat aint my style, but M.U.D in a few shot minutes there will be one thing ill be beatin around, ands thats gonna be your freak ass. ....whips...*shudders*...chains..*shudders* ...FREAK!

[ Vito rips the towel off of his head and bolts through the curtain. ]

Chris Myers - This next match is scheduled for one fall!

[ "Steins Theme" by Project 86 blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - Introducing first... standing 6' and weighing in at 230 pounds, from New York City, New York, Vito Techno!

[ Vito Techno steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ "Dead Weight" by Simon Says blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - And his opponent... standing 6'8" and weighing in at 250 pounds, from the Tibetan Sanctuary, M.U.D!

[ M.U.D steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ Ding, Ding, Ding! ]

The Informer - And here we go! First contest of the night. They lock up! Vito Techno with a DDT! MUD gets right back up... Techno with a perfect backbreaker!

Vic Canon - He goes for the cover... 1.... 2... No! MUD with a kickout. MUD jumps to his feet! Short arm clothesline by MUD! Techno gets right back up... CHOKESLAM!!!! MUD NAILED HIM!

Eddie Sensation - The cover! 1.... 2.... and no bananas!

The Informer - MUD gets up, and stands behind Techno.... Vito Techno gets to his feet.... SPEAR BY MUD! NO! TECHNO SIDESTEPS HIM! MUD goes flying to the outside!

Vic Canon - Techno gets to the outside.... he grabs MUD... FULL NELSON PRESS SLAM! But he's not done! He lifts MUD back up... and whips him into the guardrail!

Eddie Sensation - Techno is now taunting MUD.... MUD is defenceless!

The Informer - WHAM!!!! NO HE'S NOT!!!! SPEAR BY MUD!!!! MUD gets ontop of Vito Techno.... and begins punching him in the face!

Vic Canon - Three, four, five, six, seven, eight.... nine aaaaaaaaaaand ten! Ten vicious punches to the face of Techno by MUD!

Eddie Sensation - MUD gets up... wait a minute... there's the bell! What's this all about?!

Chris Myers - Ladies and gentlemen, both men have been COUNTED OUT!

WINNER: Double Count Out

The Informer - Vito Techno looks stunned! So does MUD! MUD is approaching the referee, asking him what the hell happened.... and Vito Techno is leaving up the entrance ramp!

Vic Canon - Wait a minute, something is happening backstage! ...What? Something REALLY BIG?

Eddie Sensation - What the hell could this be?

[ We head backstage where Rob DiMarco is standing beside an EWA suit… ]

Rob DiMarco - Informer, can you hear me?

The Informer - Yes Rob, we've got you. What's going on?

Rob DiMarco - Well Informer, I've just been notified by EWA officials that "The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante has not been seen today at all here in Boston! Apparently, he still hasn't checked into the arena, and as we all know… he's scheduled to wrestle in tonight's Main Event for the EWA World Heavyweight Championship against Ethan Tyler!

The Informer - Diamante's still not here? That's not like him at all!

Vic Canon - Yeah, especially with how he gets so OBSESSED with having never been granted an EWA World Title shot! Rob, do you have any clue if there's been some sort of problems in his travel schedule?

Rob DiMarco - That's what everyone assumes right about now, but we'll keep you posted on any further developments as we receive them.

The Informer - Thanks Rob.

Vic Canon - This is really strange. Diamante… late for the event where he'll FINALLY get a crack at the EWA Title! Something smells fishy! If you ask me… I smell MIND GAMES from Diamante!

Eddie Sensation - Hey, all I know is TDS wouldn't miss this night for anything in the world! He'll be here, trust me.

The Informer - Come to think about it, we haven't heard from Diamante AT ALL this week. That is VERY strange.

[ IcE is walking into the arena in a nice dress-casual outfit, looking like he's prepared for a night on the town. He passes a group of talking EWA employees, and out from the crowd comes the voice of Robert DiMarco! ]

Rob DiMarco - Whoah, hey IcE...hold up!

[ IcE turns around and walks toward DiMarco, shaking his hand upon reaching him. ]

IcE - Sup man?

Rob DiMarco - You think we could get a quick little interview in tonight, since you're not getting any air-time before the Pay-Per-View?

IcE - Yeah, but could we do make it fast? I'm just here to see Stone for a second, then I'm splittin'.

Rob DiMarco - Alright man...twenty minutes?

IcE - Yeah, sounds goo--

Rob DiMarco - BEHIND YOU!

[ Suddenly, DiMarco grabs IcE and pulls him out of the way of a chair shot from Rick Randle! With his bandages replaced by a customized mask, the twisted youngster turns his head to IcE just in time to see the right hand coming for his half-covered ace! ]

IcE - YOU SON OF A BITCH!

[ The shot levels Randle, knocking him to the ground long enough for IcE to pick up the chair! Randle gets to his knees, but gets dropped again by a chair shot to the back! In anger, IcE then hurls the chair into the wall! ]

IcE - These guys are fucking insane! How'd they even know I was here?!

Rob DiMarco - I have no idea! Do you want some security or something?

IcE - Security? Fuck no! I'll wait till the chief whacko himself shows up, then give him a taste of what I'm serving him at HH3!

[ Still intensely angry, IcE glares down at the hurt form of Rick Randle, then storms out of sight! ]

[ The arena lights dim to dull silver, as "God Send Death" by Slayer plays to a positive ovation from the Boston fans. A few moments pass, until 'The Future' Jay Flash graces the entranceway to the arena. His appearance provokes further cheers from the audience, as do the blinding white pyrotechnics that sparkle across the entire entrance. Flash stands amidst the pyro's the sparks flying into his face and body. ]

[ Jay Flash is currently wearing his wrestling attire of shiny white trunks, black knee-length boots, black kneepads, and white wrist tape. His long brown hair, which is seemingly perpetually wet, hangs loosely over his shoulders. Flash spits a small spray of water from between his closed lips, before methodically making his way to the ring. Once there, he briefly looks at the fans either side of him, before jumping up onto the ring apron, and flipping over the top rope into the ring. Once there, he stands on the second rope, and spreads his arms into a crucifix pose. After holding it for a few seconds, he climbs down, and calls for a microphone. ]

[ By now, the Fleet Center fans are buzzing, and eagerly awaiting what the proclaimed "Future Of The Wrestling Business" has to say. He stands in the dead centre of the ring, and acknowledges the fans with a slight nod. He goes on to speak... ]

"The Future" Jay Flash - Boston, Mass.. are you ready?

[ There are a few cheers from the crowd. ]

"The Future" Jay Flash - I said ARE YOU READY?

[ The crowd heats up, and more cheers can be heard. ]

"The Future" Jay Flash - Well you better be, because there is a shockwave about to run all the way through this place. Tonight, Tuesday Night Heat, the Extreme Wrestling Association is going to witness its first taster of exactly what Jay Flash is capable of. For in a few moments time, when I make my EWA in-ring debut, nothing, and I mean NOTHING is going to stand in my way. As much as I appreciate Anton Bailey as a wrestler, I am not going to let a single person stop from obtaining my goal of being the next HIM. Who he is does not matter yet, but you all know him, and you all love him. But that is neither here nor there...AS TONIGHT, BAILEY IS CRASHING STRAIGHT THROUGH THIS GOD DAMN CANVAS.

[ There is a huge pop from the fans ]

"The Future" Jay Flash - When that referee counts the 1-2-3 for Jay Flash, the EWA will be witnessing the start of a new era...the future, if you will. It's time to shoot down whoever crosses my path. You see, when this good ol' English boy wants something, he gets it. If I have to cross channels, wage wars, fight battles, stray from the path, join forces, or put my own life on the line, then so be it. This is it, my chance. This is the big time baby, and YOWWWWWWWW, I'm gonna make the most of it. You see, THE FUTURE'S BRIGHT, THE FUTURE'S...

[ A lot of the crowd join in to complete the phrase... ]

Chris Myers - This next match is scheduled for one fall!

[ "God Send Death" By Slayer blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - Currently in the ring... standing 6'4" and weighing in at 278 pounds, from Birmingham, England, "The Future" Jay Flash!

[ "The Future" Jay Flash steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ "My Hero" by Foo Fighters blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - And his opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing in at 240 pounds, from Tucson, Arizona, Anton Bailey!

[ Anton Bailey steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ Ding, Ding, Ding! ]

The Informer - Bailey slides into the ring! Jay Flash is waiting for him..... kick to the gut! LOOK OUT!!!! RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX BY JAY FLASH!

Vic Canon - Anton Bailey is up! OOH! SPINNING BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! WHAT A MOVE! Flash is up again... now what?! DRAGON SUPLEX!

Eddie Sensation - MY GOD! This guy is a suplex machine!

The Informer - Jay Flash lifts him, and one more time---HANGING VERTICAL SUPLEX! Impressive start by Jay Flash! He covers Bailey... 1.... 2.... no! Bailey kicks out!

Vic Canon - "The Future" Jay Flash gets to his feet, and hits the ropes..... OH! ROLLING THUNDER LEG DROP!

Eddie Sensation - Jesus! This guy is a workaholic!

The Informer - Jay Flash goes to the top rope now.... what's this going to be? LOOK OUT! FROG SPLASH! NO--FROG SPLASH ELBOW DROP! WHAT A MOVE!

Vic Canon - Jay Flash is calling for the end now! He lifts Bailey up.... GOODNIGHT! THERE IT IS! "THE FLASHBACK"!!!

Eddie Sensation - And the rest is simple! 1...... 2........ 3!

Chris Myers - And the winner of this match... "The Future" Jay Flash!

WINNER: "The Future" Jay Flash w/ The Flashback by Pinfall

The Informer - Very impressive win by Jay Flash! If he stays active, he'll be dangerous!

Vic Canon - --HOLD ON! We've got some Live Video Footage! Let's get to it!

[ Suddenly, we cut to a shot of a car rental establishment somewhere in downtown Boston. Just then, we see none other than a very focused and ready "Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante walking through the door of the establishment. He's with an EWA travel attendant. Diamante walks up to the counter and starts ringing the service bell like an annoying child… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - Yeah, hi! Sometime tonight would be f*cking grand!

[ From a back room, one of the male employees of the rental place runs to the register… ]

Car Rental Employee - I'm very sorry about that, sir! How may I help you?

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - There should be a reservation in your little books for a black PT Cruiser, in the name of "The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante… in behalf of the Extreme Wrestling Association.

Car Rental Employee - PT Cruiser? Uhm, okay, sir… one moment.

[ The man begins to look through the computer for a good 10 seconds… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - Come on, buddy… this isn't brain surgery! It should be under the name of NICK DIAMANTE! Or the EXTREME WRESTLING ASSOCIATION!

Car Rental Employee - Sir, I'm sorry… but none of those reservations have been made. Not under those names, at least. When I type in "Extreme Wrestling Association", I DO get many returns… a Mr. Tyler, Mr. Tortez, Mr. Blonde… a lot of them, all of which have taken their cars. Might there be another name?

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - Try Tom Stone.

Car Rental Employee - Okay…

[ Once again, the man looks through the system… ]

Car Rental Employee - It appears as though a Mr. Tom Stone has indeed checked out his car as well, sir.

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - What?! This is bogus! Those road agents… IDIOTS! Listen, what cars do you have left over right now?

Car Rental Employee - Well sir, it's late but we do have a few cars left. An Acura Integra… a Ford Probe…

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - Dodge what?

Car Rental Employee - No sir, we don't have any Dodge vehicles at the moment.

[ Diamante begins to get stressed… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - Listen, pal… I've got an EWA World Heavyweight Title shot tonight! I'm already late for the show because of these stupid EWA idiot travel arrangers! Can you believe they FORGOT to book my flight?! ME! Nick Diamante! But I'm here now, and there's still lots of time!

Car Rental Employee - I'm sorry to hear that.

[ Diamante places his hands on his hips, looks at his driver for a brief moment, sighs… and then speaks… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - Give me the Ford.

Car Rental Employee - Very well, sir. That'll be $70 per night…

[ Diamante looks annoyed as he reaches into his pocket… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - Legends don't pay for their own rental cars!

[ Fade out… ]

[ Backstage Ethan Tyler is seen walking around ]

Ethan Tyler - Damn, it's cold in here......

[ Tyler wanders around and finds a garbage can ]

Ethan Tyler - Now... What to light a fire with......... Wait a second!

[ Tyler reaches into his pocket and pulls out a 3DW shirt. The crowd boos at the site of it, and he throws the shirt in the can. He pulls a lighter out and torches the bitch. ]

Ethan Tyler - Much better.

[ Tyler leaves ]

Chris Myers - Ladies and gentlemen... both Mike Jacobs and Sean Gunn have failed to enter the EWA arena this evening. This match will not happen.

RESULT: No Contest

The Informer - Well fans, as I was GOING to say earlier, "Stunning" Mike Jacobs and Sean Gunn have not entered the arena. They were scheduled to warm-up matches earlier--

Vic Canon - Warm-up matches?

Eddie Sensation - Dark matches, you jew.

The Informer - [Shakes his head, and gives Eddie a dirty look] ....uhh, yeah... anyway, they were scheduled to warm-up matches, and didn't show up. There matches have been cancelled.

Vic Canon - Well, that's a shame.

Eddie Sensation - Sarcasm, much?

The Informer - None whatsoever.

Vic Canon - Not at all Eddie. Both those guys kick ass! You would've loved that match!

Eddie Sensation - Yeah well, there's an orchestra on my toe playing you a song of sorrow.

The Informer - Huh?

Vic Canon - What?

Eddie Sensation - NEVERMIND!

[ We go backstage to see IcE stepping out of Stone's office, then heading down a hallway. As he turns a corner, a yell comes from behind him and charging in is Rocky Blonde! They collide, and his initial momentum gives Blonde the advantage as he forces IcE against the wall and lays in some hard punches! However, when he then tries to whip IcE into a the opposite wall, IcE reverses it! With a smacking sound, Rocky bounces off the wall and can't even get to the ground before IcE grabs him again and hair-peels him across the floor! ]

IcE - Take THIS to your master!

[ Grabbing Rocky's legs, IcE plants a stiff kick right into the groin! The minion of Ken Doe hollers out in pain, and IcE steps away from him. His shirt is torn open, and he looks ragged from battle...but he's still the one standing. ]



The Informer - Its been an emotional roller coaster for Deuce as of late. Vinny D's mind games seem to have Deuce losing his edge.

Eddie Sensation - Vinny D ain't playing mind games.. he's helping the Bigg Fatty. Vinny D is Deuce's friend.. he's showing him some "brotherly" love.

Vic Canon - I think a true friend would just tell Deuce what he needs to know instead of playing these games.

The Informer - Speaking of Deuce's friends here comes "Mean" Mike Steele, Deuce's running buddy in Danger INC.

[ We go to the back, where Leon Sharpe is walking into the building. Sharpe glances around, to see a lack of Shawn Vinson. ]

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - Whoo! I knew this day would come.

[ Sharpe looks and we see a tumbleweed rollby. Sharpe is seen smiling. ]

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - If I was modest, I'd say I am on TV too much.

[ Sharpe walks around and he sees a EMT drinking beer. Sharpe "tips his hat" to the man. ]

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - All I gotta do is find a place to rest. Oh happy day!

[ Sharpe walks up to a pop machine. Sharpe puts money in, and then he is tapped on the back. ]

Eijiah Akeem and Kareem Muhammad - HAPPY BIRTHDAY THUNDERALLAH!

[ Sharpe bangs the pop machine and gets his pop while groaning. ]

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - It's not my birthday...

Kareem Muhammad - Err.. Leon, we just wanted to commerate your glorious birthday.

Eijiah Akeem - We fall to your mercy!

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - Look.. I want both of you to roam backstage and... beat up any masked guys you see.

Eijiah Akeem - Err.. okay..

Kareem Muhammad - JIHAD!

Eijiah Akeem - Shut up jackass! this isn't the home country!

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - Where are you two from?

Eijiah Akeem - We are from Turkey...

Kareem Muhammad - Yes.. Turkey...

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - Okay.. now, you guys go off and beat up that masked man and don't run this time!

[ Sharpe walks off. ]

[ Knock, Knock...why who's there? Of course it's none other then Rob DiMarco hassling another EWA wrestler, will this ever stop? Canton opens the door, DiMarco enters with out asking, tisk, tisk. Before Chris can say hello, Rob dives on in ]

Rob DiMarco - It's my job so lets get going here. Your fighting GiGante tonight...blah..blah..blah...What are your plans?

Chris Canton - Slow down there Rob, first off hello. I'm not sure if your the man I should be taking to GiGante about anyway, I've seen you too "togther". I don't know what you've been doing with him latly...why don't you answer a question for once

Rob DiMarco - I'm interviewing YOU about YOUR match, not my ties with GiGante!

Chris Canton - Why that may be true, but if I tell you a gameplan you might just run off and tell GiGante

Rob DiMarco - Did it ever accur to you that these interviews are shown over the big tron, he can probably see you right now

Chris Canton - Huh?! He's watching me? Where is GiGante, I'm not ready to fight! Look at me I'm not in my tights!

Rob DiMarco - Yeah so do you ever plan on making sense?

Chris Canton - I spent one too many nights hanging out with Chris Watkins, his IQ brought mine down as well I think

Rob DiMarco - That's probably true

Chris Canton - Speaking of Chris Watkins, I would just like to say EWA in a whole kicks the ass out of 3DW!

Rob DiMarco - Are you looking for a cheap pop?

Chris Canton - Depends on who's asking

Rob DiMarco - I'm asking

Chris Canton - In that case hell no! I'm on too you and GiGante DiMarco...just keep that in mine...i'm watching you...

Rob DiMarco - Were you ever cleared by a doctor to wrestle after that chair shot?

Chris Canton - You know what, I don't need too stand here and take this beating from El GiGante's partner in crime. In just a few minutes you'll see your big boss taken down or shall I say broken by me and the Spotlight

Rob DiMarco - The Spotlight? Is it it's own person now?

Chris Canton - Once again your only working against me, I'll be watching you Rob, or "Robbie"..or "Robert!"

[ Canton slams the door as he guides Rob DiMarco out of his locker room. Rob shrugs his shoulders and puts an odd face on. He then takes off down the hallway ]

Chris Myers - This next match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the rights to the spot of #1 Contender for the EWA North American Championship!

[ "Superthug" by Norega blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - Introducing first... standing 5'10" and weighing in at 180 pounds, from Madrid, Spain, "Soul SurViVa" El GiGante!

[ "Soul SurViVa" El GiGante steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ "Dammit" by Blink 182 blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - And his opponent... standing 6'2" and weighing in at 225 pounds, from Portland, Oregon, Chris Canton!

[ Chris Canton steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ Ding, Ding, Ding! ]

The Informer - They lock up! KNEE TO THE FACE BY CANTON! WHAT A SHOT!

Vic Canon - Canton kicks GiGante in the kidney! GiGante slouches over, Canton hooks him... SNAP SUPLEX! Canton jumps to his feet, and hops onto the top rope!

Eddie Sensation - Shit, that was quick!

The Informer - El GiGante gets up, not knowing where the hell Canton is.... LOOK OUT!!!! MOONSAULT BY CANTON!!!!! RIGHT ONTO EL GIGANTE!!!!

Vic Canon - INTO A PIN! 1..... 2........ NO! Just missed! Canton gets up, and bounces off the ropes. El GiGante gets to his knee's, Canton approaches him from behind.... DROP KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! GIGANTE GOES DOWN AGAIN!

Eddie Sensation - Chris Canton goes to the top rope again! El GiGante slowly gets up, holding his head! LOOK OUT! MISSLE DROPKICK! NO, EL GIGANTE MOVED!

The Informer - WAIT! Chirs Canton landed on his feet! GiGante turns around, looking for Canton on the mat.... WHAM! AND INSTEAD, GETS A FOOT IN THE MOUTH! STANDING SIDE KICK BY CANTON!!!

Vic Canon - El GiGante lands on his back! Chris Canton signals with the cut-throat! This one is about to be over! He whips GiGante to the ropes...

Eddie Sensation - HEY! LOOK! THERE'S ERIC WALTHER! HE'S GOT HIS NORTH AMERICAN TITLE IN HAND!

The Informer - WALTHER GETS INTO THE RING! WHAM!!!! HE NAILS EL GIGANTE WITH THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE RIGHT IN THE FACE!

Vic Canon - Chris Canton turns around, and see's Eric Walther..... WHAM!!!!!! CANTON GETS A BELT TO THE FACE AS WELL!!!! LISTEN TO WALTHER! HE'S YELLING AND SCREAMING!

"The Rifleman" Eric Walther - YOU WANT THIS?? YOU WANT MY GOLD?!?! COME AND GET IT, THIS SUNDAY!

Eddie Sensation - HAHA! I LOVE IT!

The Informer - Eric Walther just made that challenge to both El GiGante AND Chris Canton! I guess we have ourselves a little 3-Way Match this Sunday, for the North American Title!

Chris Myers - Ladies and gentlemen, due to outside interference, this match has been ruled a No Contest!

RESULT: No Contest

Vic Canon - DAMN! That should be a great match! I can't wait!

Eddie Sensation - Hey! Wait a second! What's this beeping noise in my ear?!

The Informer - You're an idiot Eddie. Fans, that beeping means we have more Live Footage! Let's get to it!

[ Once again, we cut out to a live feed in downtown Boston. "The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante is in the back of his Ford Probe rental car talking on the cell phone… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU BOOKED THE CAR? YOU DID NOT! I GOT TO THE FREAKING RENTAL PLACE AND THERE WAS NOTHING! Admit it, you forgot about me. You stupid EWA agents FORGOT about the Precious Rock of Pro Wrestling!

[ Diamante listens, then continues talking… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - Lying will not save you.

[ Listening… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - No you didn't.

[ Listening… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - No you didn't.

[ Listening… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - No you didn't.

[ Listening… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - I SAID NO YOU DIDN'T!

[ All of a sudden, in the middle of the highway, the EWA chauffer driving the car pulls over and comes to a complete stop on the side of the road… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON NOW! THIS ISN'T THE ARENA! THIS ISN'T WHERE I'M GOING TO GET MY FIRST EVER TITLE SHOT IN THE EWA!!!

[ The chauffer turns around and begins to speak… ]

EWA Chauffer - Nick, the oil light. It just turned on!

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - SO?!

EWA Chauffer - Nick, that means there's something seriously wrong with the car! It needs oil!

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - SO?! THERE'S SOMETHING SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH ME, BECAUSE I NEED CHAMPIONSHIP GOLD! START UP THE CAR AND GET ME TO THE ARENA!

[ The EWA chauffer tries to start up the Ford Probe, but it doesn't click… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - This… is NOT… happening…

[ Fade out… ]



The Informer - Well fans, despite all the troublesome happenings to Nick Diamante, this night has been--Wait a minute!

Vic Canon - Is that......

Eddie Sensation - A BLOW UP CHRIS WATKINS DOLL! HAHA!

The Informer - THEY'RE CROWD SURFING A GIANT CHRIS WATKINS DOLL!

Vic Canon - What the hell? A homeless woman, a couple of jobbers and a camera man are grabbing that doll. OH MY GOD! They're beating it sensless! Look at that camera man stab it!

Eddie Sensation - The homeless lady kicks it.........OW! Right in the inflatable balls! Now it's the jobbers turn!

The Informer - What the hell!? One of them applied Clearly Crippling! That's C4's move! Where did he learn that?

Vic Canon - Look at this! The other jobbers are kicking the blow up doll!

Camera Man - This one's for youuuuuu Watty!

[ Old skool Muta Mist of tobacco juice ]

Eddie Sensation - HAHAHAHA!!!!

The Informer - Here comes security!

Vic Canon - Fans, sorry about that...

Eddie Sensation - THAT WAS GREAT!

[ Rob Traxler and Drew Norwood are seen backstage talking amongst themselves. The security guard seen earlier in the show walks up and taps Traxler on the shoulder. He wheels around quickly, but does not seem annoyed by yet another interruption. ]

Rob Traxler - Yes? How can I help you, bud?

Security Guard - Oh...nothing.

Rob Traxler - ......

[ Traxler turns back around resuming his talk with Norwood. The security guard hesitates for a moment, but finally decides to shove Traxler, who wheels around very quickly. ]

Rob Traxler - What the hell was that about? What's your problem, man?

[ The security guard hesitates again, but finally shoves Traxler even harder, this time into the nearby wall. An infuriated Traxler bounces right off the wall and slams the guard into the opposite wall, hitting his head rather hard against the surface and knocking him out. He doubles over, which seems to prompt Traxler, who cradles his head and hooks the arms....hoists him up and drops him into The Kill through the table next to the scene. ]

Rob Traxler - Don't...fuck....with me. I am a man of VERY little patience right now.

[ As Traxler stands over the lifeless body of the security guard, a young lady runs into the scene and drops to her knees by the security guards side. She wraps her arms around his unconscious frame, and tears pour down her face as she gazes up at Traxler. ]

Lady - WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO MY FIANCEE!! YOUR HEARTLESS..YOU..YOU BASTARD!

[ Rob's face suddenly changes from his intense anger of a few seconds ago to pure remorse and shame. He hangs his head and starts to try to console the woman as a hand taps Rob on the shoulder. Rob turns to see who it is, and it is none other than TC. ]

TC - What's a matter, ROB? He look at you the wrong way?

[ Infuriated once again, yet somehow not willing to show the same wrath to TC, Traxler turns and takes off down the hall, running clear out of the arena. ]

The Informer - What the hell??? Traxler is running away from this "TC" character? Something's gotta be up...maybe we'll find out soon...

[ Cut to commercial. ]

Woman - Let me cut to the chase. Take a week, two, or even three. If you aren't on a win streak by Hellacious Halloweeen...you should think about acquiring my services.

Dino Delsante - Look, I don't need...

Woman - Give a few weeks. I'll see you in your dressing room, whatever arena it may be in, and...we'll talk.

[ She rises, again careful not to reveal her face. She gets to Dino, and she runs her hand across his chest. ]

Woman - I'll see if I can ensure you a match at the PPV.

Dino Delsante - I don't need your---

[ She puts her finger on his lips, as if to shut him up. She walks out and Dino watches her leave... ]

Rachel Stevens - Dino, we have just seen some footage from last week. Would you care to tell us who that was?

Dino Delsante - As a matter of fact, no, I wouldn't.

Rachel Stevens - Well, rumors are flying around that the woman in the clip was none other than---

Dino Delsante - Wasting your breath, Stevens. Let's talk about my match tonight instead.

Rachel Stevens - But you must admit that this is an intriguing development! This woman, obviously a manager, has offered her services to you…saying that you have lost the form that brought you to where you are today.

Dino Delsante - As I was saying…Matt "The Man" Brown. Well, I have to admit, I don't know much about you, but that's just the way I like it. Do I like the mystery involved with this opponent that I know nothing about? No, that's not a concern of mine. See, the less I know, the better. I don't have to respect you, I don't have to like you…hell, I don't have to care about anything at all. I can go out there, and do everything that I'm capable of…and that is cripple you. I can go out to that ring tonight and make an example out of you. I can go out to that ring tonight and make it so that you can never wrestle again. I had a chance last week, to set a standard…not just for myself, but for everyone here in the EWA. I had a chance to send a message… "The Cornerstone" is here…knock me off my mountain. I missed that opportunity, and if you think I'm done with Chris Canton…you're off by a long shot. My goal in the EWA is simple, and it is to wrestle and defeat everyone on the EWA roster, from top to bottom. One strike against me is one too many. So you, Matt Brown, are the victim in my experiment. Tonight…let's see what kind of "man" you really are.

[ Dino Delsante walks off camera and, presumably, to the ring. ]

Rachel Stevens - Back to ringside.

Chris Myers - This next match is scheduled for one fall!

[ "Tomorrow" by Silverchair blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - Introducing first... standing 6'5" and weighing in at 267 pounds, from Hatfield, Pennsylvania, Matt "The Man" Brown!

[ Matt "The Man" Brown steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ "Illumination" by The Rollins Band blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - And his opponent... standing 6'3" and weighing in at 240 pounds, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, "The Cornerstone" Dino Delsante!

[ "The Cornerstone" Dino Delsante steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ Ding, Ding, Ding! ]

The Informer - What the hell?! Matt Brown looks a little excited! He's hoping around! And, he hops right into Dino Delsante..... WHAM! MY GOD! FISHERMAN'S DDT!

Vic Canon - Matt Brown is on his back! Delsante's not done though... He lifts Brown to his feet; THE STEEL CURTAIN! WHAT A MOVE! And now Dino Delsante is going to the top rope! He's up there, calling for some move....

Eddie Sensation - LOOK OUT! WHAM! FROG SPLASH! HE COVERS HIM! 1..... 2....

The Informer - No! What the hell? Delsante just lifted Matt Brown off the mat! Is he trying to play around with Matt Brown? Delsante throws him to the ropes....

Vic Canon - KNEE TO THE CHEST! Matt Brown is doubled over, Delsante grabs him.... DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

Eddie Sensation - Now, it's over.

The Informer - Delsante has Matt Brown in position! Look out! Here comes! WHAM!!!! THE IRON CITY DROP!!!!

Vic Canon - He covers him! 1.... 2.... 3!

Eddie Sensation - Done like dinner!

Chris Myers - And the winner of this match... "The Cornerstone" Dino Delsante!

WINNER: "The Cornerstone" Dino Delsante w/ Iron City Drop by Pinfall

The Informer - Well, this one prepared and finished faster than minute rice.

Vic Canon - Damn right!

Eddie Sensation - There's that damn beeping again! WAIT! I KNOW! WE HAVE LIVE FOOTAGE! WOOOOOOOOOO!

[ Yet again, we cut out to live footage outside of the arena. "The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante is walking backwards along the side of the highway attempting to hitchhike his way to the arena as multiple cars zoom by… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHO I AM??????

[ Zoom… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHAT I'VE DONE?!

[ Zoom… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - I TOOK OVER THE EWA!!!!

[ Zoom… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - I MURDERED JOSH HAMRIC!!!!

[ Zoom… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - I MADE WRESTLING!!!!

[ Zoom… ]

"The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante - PLEASE!!!! PLEASE!!!! PLEASE!!!! SOMEONE STOP!!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!! I'LL NEVER SAY ANYTHING WRONG AGAIN!!!!

[ Diamante begins to jump around frantically on the side of the highway as cars continue to zoom by. Suddenly, a huge red van stops at the side of the road. Diamante runs to the vehicle, opens the door and gets in… ]

The Informer - Rough night for Diamante, but it appears as if HE MAY finally be on route to the arena! Looks like we're going to see our main event after all!



The Informer - Folks, on September 11, 2001, a day that will live in infamy, the United States of America was viciously attacked by a coward. A terrorist group bombed two cities in this great nation, New York and Washington DC.

Vic Canon - In some way or another we all have been linked to this tragic event. We know that some of the members of our great organization call New York and DC home.

Eddie Sensation - We all remember where we were on that Tuesday morning.. and we are all trying to do our part to help this country rebuild what Osama Bin Laden tried to destroy.

The Informer - This past weekend, Paul McCartney took it upon himself and organized the "Concert for New York." Many great rock and roll acts performed infront of thousands of New Yorks finest. Celebrities from all forms of media were on hand to give words of encouragement. Even our very own Bigg Daddy Deuce was on hand.. lets take a look.

[ Scene opens to a shot of Paul McCartney standing in the middle of a stage with an American flag waving proudly in the background. We pick him up in the middle of his speach. ]

Paul McCartney - ...this great city. When I and the Beatles first landed here it was the biggest thing to happen to New York. I'm proud to be part of that history of New York and I'm proud to be standing here today to make even more history. This is our way of saying thank you.. and to show our support of you fine people.

[ Huge pop from the New York crowd. ]

Paul McCartney - We have a wonderful evening planned for you all.. our first guest of the evening is a very powerful speaker from the world of professional wrestling. You may know him as the Bigg Daddy... please give a warm welcome for Deuce...

[ "Get Some, Go Again" by the Rollins Band plays through the speakers as Deuce walks out from the back holding a giant flag waving it proudly. The crowd starts to chant... "BDD! BDD! BDD!" Deuce walks up and grabs a microphone. ]

Deuce - Not tonight people.... come on.. let me hear is... U..S..A! U..S..A! USA! USA!!

[ The crowd starts to chant in unison as Deuce stomps across the stage waving the flag proudly. He stops and listens then gives the crowd a "thumbs up!" ]

Deuce - Let me tell you something brothers.. I am a real American.. and I fight for the rights of every man... I know that you are real Americans.. and that you fight for the rights of every man.

[ The USA chants continue. ]

Deuce - Brothers, the Deucester is behind you one hundred and ten percent. And when all the little Deuce-a-maniacs join in the fight for this great country there is no stopping us. When President Bush lifts Osama Bin Laden up in the USA's 36" pythons... and squeazes the life out of him.. he's gonna wish he'd never messed with the USA or its people.

[ The crowd erupts to an overwelming cheer. ]

Deuce - Osama Bin Laden... whatcha gonna do when Deuce, the New York Fire Department... and good ol' red, white and blue.... run WILD on you!! USA! USA! USA!

[ Deuce drops the mic and gives the crowd another thumbs up. As he waves the flag around Paul McCartnet comes back on stage. ]

Paul McCartney - Thank you Deuce... very inspiring words.

[ The scene fades back to the EWA arena where the Informer continues. ]

The Informer - Very powerful and inspiring words from the Bigg Daddy.

Vic Canon - I feel almost like joining the Army or something...

[ Rob DiMarco is standing next to IcE, who doesn't look anymore fixed-up then he did right after his encounter with Rocky Blonde. There is a firey look in his eyes, and his voice is both low and intense. ]

Rob DiMarco - We are less than a week away from Hellacious Halloween 3, but it looks like the Order of the Awakened don't want you to make it there!

IcE - They must not be too bright, because I can take any of them one-on-one! They haven't even tried to use their numbers against me, but that's Ken Doe's mistake. He's failed tonight, and he'll fail this Sunday!

Rob DiMarco - You've certainly proved a lot to the EWA as far as your ability to survive against the odds. I would say that you'd make a hell of an Extreme Cham--

Sudden Voice - You're right DiMarco...he would!

[ The camera shifts up to reveal the source of the voice...Ken Doe! The enigma is sitting on top of a tall chair rack, and the sight of him makes IcE practically shake! ]

Ken Doe - He's proven much to us, and should be commended. But as he stands there, predicting failure on my part...he plants the seeds for dissapointment.

IcE - Why don't you come down here and prove me wrong?

Ken Doe - Patience friend, you'll get your chance. But I must admit that one thing you spoke of rings true...

IcE - Oh really?

Ken Doe - It was a mistake not to use our superior numbers against you. I shall not make another.

[ Like clockwork, Rocky Blonde and Rick Randle slip into view behind IcE and strike! Ken Doe watches from on-top the chair rack as they work IcE down the ground, but suddenly, IcE fights his way back up! Pushing Randle to the ground, IcE then turns and lays in some shots to Blonde! He turns again just in time to clothesline a charging Randle! However, as Ken Doe hops down to the ground, IcE doesn't see him. ]

The Informer - DAMN IT! Ken Doe just chop-blocked IcE!

Eddie Sensation - He doesn't stand a chance against all three of them!

[ With IcE down, Ken Doe begins pummeling the man with repeated punches, then stands up as Rocky and Randle move in and all three men begin to stomp on him! ]

The Informer - Ken Doe has left the beat-down and has...my God, he's dragging over that table!

Vic Canon - SWEET!

[ Directing traffic, Ken orders Randle to go grab something unseen as he and Rocky Blonde pull IcE up off the floor. They pull him over the table, and Randle walks back into view carrying a ladder! ]

The Informer - They're going to take IcE out tonight! There's no way he'll be able to fight come Sunday!

Eddie Sensation - Ken Doe is proving himself to be the stereotypical stable leader here. He's thrown his underlings at him, kept himself away at a safe distance, and now is right there when he's in no danger.

Vic Canon - I really like these guys!

Eddie Sensation - Why don't you join them? Ken seems to enjoy having little bitches worshipping him.

[ With the ladder set up in front of the table, Ken Doe starts to climb it while Rick Randle and Rocky Blonde holds IcE down by his hands and feet. From on top the ladder, Ken can't help but run his mouth. ]

Ken Doe - Look at him...pinned to that table like Christ to the cross. But his end will not wash away the sins of the world. No, you're just a man, IcE. A weak, defenseless man...with nobody who will praise your name for what I'm about to do to you now, and will finish this Sunday.

[ IcE's face is writhing in anger, but with it a twinge of helplessness! ]

Ken Doe - I told you all that I was coming to bring reality to the EWA, and this week it hits you, IcE. Care to save yourself and join me?

IcE - GO TO HELL!!!

Ken Doe - I will...someday.

[ The Extreme Champion smiles sadistically... ]

Ken Doe - See you there!

[ ...then lunges off the ladder with a rolling guillotine legdrop! He crashes into the table and you can hear the crowd pop in the main arena at the dangerous spot! ]

Vic Canon - YES!!!

The Informer - That inhuman bastard!

[ Randle and Rocky help Ken Doe out of the rubble, and he's visibly hurt from the move. Yet, he's far better off than IcE, who's lying motionless among the debri. With his minions on each side of him, Ken Doe walks away form the scene and the camera comes to rest on IcE as it fades out. ]

[ We go to the back, where Rob DiMarco is standing by. And then Leon Sharpe comes out. ]

Rob DiMarco - Leon Sharpe, how do you think you will do against Captian Loco?

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - I am sure that I will beat him... I think that him and his partner against me would be easy, I think that me and him in the same ring is just cruel.

Rob DiMarco - But, it is possible that you could lose.

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - Only if that masked bastard runs in and if he does, I will kick his ass and take his mask off to reveal his face to the world. It won't be a pretty sight Rob.

Rob DiMarco - It may not be one.. what about Shawn Vinson, have you heard about what he is doing tonight?

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - That is his own personal business, don't hound him for what he does in his own bedroom or in a high school gym. Captian Loco, you will be toast tonight and Masked Man, you will be revealed.

Chris Myers - This next match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWA Tag Team Titles!

[ "Hotel California" by The Gypsy Kings blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - Introducing first... standing 6'4" and weighing in at 255 pounds, from Parts Unknown, Capitán Loco!

[ Capitán Loco steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ "God of Thunder" by KISS blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - And his opponent... standing 6'11" and weighing in at 304 pounds, from Kingman, Arizona, "The Thundergod" Leon Sharpe!

[ "The Thundergod" Leon Sharpe steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ Ding, Ding, Ding! ]

The Informer - Here we go! We have a 7 footer against a 6'4" man... 304 pounds against 255. Basically, Loco needs a miracle here.

Vic Canon - He charges at Sharpe! Sharpe drops him with a shoulder block! Loco gets up! BIG BOOT TO THE FACE BY LEON SHARPE!

Eddie Sensation - Capitan Loco is on his feet now! But his back is to Sharpe! That can't be good.

The Informer - GERMAN SUPLEX! Loco goes flying! Sharpe gets up... Capitan Loco crawls towards Sharpe. Sharpe lifts him... LOOK OUT! POWERBOMB!!!!!

Vic Canon - DAMN!!!! LEON SHARPE DROPPED THE BACK OF LOCO'S HEAD ON THE TOURNBUCKLE!!!!!!

Eddie Sensation - That'll give you a headache!

The Informer - Sharpe lifts Loco.... and wraps his hand around his throat! HEADS UP! CHOKESLAM!!!!!!!!! That's it, Loco has just lost all hope!

Vic Canon - Leon Sharpe lifts Capitan Loco to his feet..... I don't want to watch this.

Eddie Sensation - WHAM! THE LS SPECIAL!!! Here comes.... 1....... 2........ 3!

Chris Myers - And the winner of this match, and STILL EWA Tag Team Champions, "Thundergod" Leon Sharpe!

WINNER: "Thundergod" Leon Sharpe w/ The LS Special by Pinfall

The Informer - WAIT A MINUTE! HERE COMES SENOR X! CAPITAN LOCO'S TAG TEAM PARTNER!

Vic Canon - HE SLIDES INTO THE RING! NO! Senor X is a smart man! He realizes he has no chance against Sharpe! Senor X pulls Loco out of the ring, and heads backstage with him!

Eddie Sensation - Who's going to beat Sharpe?

The Informer - Who knows! The Regulators would have, that's for sure. Well fans, we'll be right back... and when we come back... you'll be taking a lesson in Stipulatiions! Stipulatiions 101, with Professor Nomad!

[ The lights dim as the intro of "What You Got" by Reveille kicks in over the PA system. As the song hits full intensity, a sudden volley of neon green pyro shoots up from the entrance platform. Nomad steps out from the entrance curtain wearing a black mesh tank top, black cargo pants, and his black stomping boots. His EWA International title is snapped and slung over his right shoulder ]

Vic Canon - Here we go, another intrusion on my good taste....

Eddie Sensation - Don't talk about Nomad like that! He deserves your respect!!!

The Informer - He deserves about as much respect as you do, Eddie!

Eddie Sensation - EXACTLY!!!

[ Nomad walks down to the ring where a desk sits in the center of the ring facing an easel with a large pad on it. Next to the easel is a large cardboard box. He climbs into the ring, and picks up a mic on the desk ]

NoMaD - Hey Cody, tonight's a very special night. As you may or may not know, you interfered in my match with Ronny Garbage last week. As a result of that, you ass vaccuum, you granted me the honor of choosing the stipulation for our match this Sunday at EWA: Hellacious Halloween 3. But before I can make such a big announcement, I think it's only fair that you're present. So please do us all the honor of coming out here, would you?

[ Nomad stares at the entranceway for a few seconds, grinning, but no one shows up ]

NoMaD - Come on, Cody, it's now or never. Get your ass out here....

[ "My Own Summer (Shove It)" by the Deftones hits the speakers, and "Crystal Clear" Cody Covington emerges to a huge pop from the fans. He walks down to the ring and climbs in with Nomad. He pulls out a mic, but Nomad quickly snatches it out of his hand ]

NoMaD - Hey Martin Luther King Jr., I didn't ask for your rendition of the "I have a dream" speech. I'LL do the talking, you shut up and LISTEN.

[ The crowd boos wildly, and Cody looks like he's about to commit murder one ]

NoMaD - Alrighty. Before I make my announcement, I'd like you to have a seat at this here desk.

[ Nomad gestures at the desk with the attached chair in the ring, but Cody mouths "No way, asshole" ]

NoMaD - LISTEN UP, YOU FUCK. I've got the upper hand here. I know what the stipulation is this Sunday. You don't. You DO NOT. YOU HAVE NO CLUE. Now if you want to march into Madison Square Garden without the slightest clue of what you're getting into, that's fine by me, just keep resisting. But if you're smart, you'll do as I say, and only then will I tell you what torture I'm putting you through at Hellacious Halloween 3. You want to be able to prepare for that match, you'll have a seat. NOW.

[ Cody angrily sits down at the desk while staring at Nomad ]

NoMaD - Good boy! If you weren't such a jerk-off, I'd give you a treat. Now then....I've got a few props for tonight's presentation I'd like to get out right now. Here, put this on.

[ Nomad pulls a blue dunce cap with "DUNCE" printed on it in large white lettering out of the box and tosses it at Cody Covington. Cody catches it, looks at it, and puts it down. He mouths "Eat me" ]

NoMaD - Fair enough. In that case, I'll see you Sunday. I'll be nice and prepared, and you'll be doing the doggy paddle just to stay afloat. Wise decision, letting your pride take precedence over your preparation. I have no idea how you've made it this far in the business.

[ Cody picks up the hat and puts it on his head in a slow, deliberate manner ]

NoMaD - Good, good. Bravo.

[ Nomad reaches into the box again, and pulls out a book titled "How to Suck at Life" and tosses it to Cody. Next he produces a black graduation cap from the box, and puts it on his head. He picks up a long wooden pointer from the lip of the easel, and clears his throat ]

NoMaD - Welcome to Stipulations 101, class. I'm Professor Nomad. Let's get started.

[ Nomad flips open the cover of the pad on the easel, revealing "Chapter 1: Cody's Short Fuse" written across the first page ]

NoMaD - If you want to follow along, class, you can read out of the book. But let's get started with the lecture. If you really want to lose big time, the first thing you do is EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO. Take example A, Cody Covington. He agreed to a stipulation stating that if he interfered in my match, he would hand me the pay-per-view advantage on a silver platter. And then, because little C4 couldn't control his temper, he pushed me off the top rope. Do you know what that's called, class?

[ Nomad looks around the ring carefully while Cody simply stares at him ]

NoMaD - Well, if you look in the glossary in the back of your book, it lists "Interference" as "Any illegal action by a jackass that fucks up the balance of a match". What Cody did last week was a textbook case of interference, hence, I now get to choose the stipulation. Which brings me to the next chapter.

[ Nomad flips the page, revealing "Chapter 2: What Does Cody Hate Most?" on the next page ]

NoMaD - For this step, I really had to put my thinking cap on. What is the one match that would put Cody Covington at the biggest disadvantage, while also putting ME at the greatest ADvantage? After a quick process of elimination, I came up with my answer....

[ Nomad flips the pad to the third page which reads "Chapter 3: Cody Covington Is About To Become Clearly Crippled" ]

NoMaD - The answer, class, is simple. What's the one match that I'm sure to utterly destroy Cody in? Anyone? Anyone? That's right....an ASCENT TO ARMAGEDDON match!!!

[ The crowd boos, most not even sure what it means ]

NoMaD - What's that? You don't remember? Well, allow me to refresh your memory.

[ Nomad flips to the next page, which features a carefully drawn diagram ]

NoMaD - Over the ring canvas is spread a layer of glass shards. Around the ring stands a twenty foot chain link cage. And hanging fifteen feet above the roof of the cage will be MY International Title. What's that? How do you get the title down, you ask? Simple! This match is a LADDER MATCH! Only you have to climb on the roof of the cage to get it!!! Tricky, no? Oh yes, and this Sunday Cody's going to find out just HOW brutal I can be! This Sunday, Cody Covington. Hellacious Halloween 3. Ascent to Armageddon. AND THE END OF YOUR FUCKING CAREER.

[ Suddenly Cody springs up and lands on his desk. In an instant he jumps off, nailing Nomad with a missile dropkick. Nomad falls back and bounces off the ropes, stumbling right into a boot to the nuts by C4, who then sets Nomad up. He picks Nomad up for a powerbomb, then hits him with Clearly Crippling to the outside ]

The Informer - HE'S DEAD!!! C4 JUST KILLED NOMAD!!!

Eddie Sensation - NOOO!!! SOMEBODY ARREST THAT MAN!!!

Vic Canon - Cody Covington just hit Nomad with Clearly Crippling all the way from the ring to the floor!!! He's out like a cheap light!!!

The Informer - Here come the EMTs, and there goes Cody Covington with his head held high!!!

Eddie Sensation - After that humiliation, how is that possible?!

[ The camera cuts backstage as we see Rachel Stevens straightening her hair. The camera centers on her as she motions to begin. ]

Rachel Stevens - Hello fans, I'm here with former EWA Extreme Champion and the Number 1 contender for the World Title, 'Tricky' Tiki Tortez...

[ HUGE POP ]

[ Tiki steps into view, side by side with Rachel. He has an arrogant look on his face, almost as if he is 100% sure of his future. ]

Rachel Stevens - Tiki Tortez, tonight you will once again step into the ring with Ethan Tyler, the first time since the heinous attack him and Raines delivered 2 weeks ago. How does that make you feel?

"Tricky" Tiki Tortez - How does that make me feel? Rachel, it makes me laugh. Ethan Tyler did not get himself and Raines to attack me out of hatred, it was pure cowardice. Tyler KNEW that if he was to face me that night, I would be the new EWA Heavyweight Champion.

[ GIANT POP. ]

"Tricky" Tiki Tortez - He KNEW that if he were to defend his title against me that night, he would no longer be "over" and most importantly, he would realize how much of a scumbag he really is.

Rachel Stevens - Well, tonight if your chance to prove all that as you will be facing BOTH of them in the ring, and another twist to this match, you will have Arthryn on your side. How can you explain that situation?

"Tricky" Tiki Tortez - I am not Arthryn's friend. I am not his buddy. Arthryn and I respect each other, but in a sense we hate each other. The only reason we are allied in this whole situation is to take out those two dirtballs, Raines and Tyler. Both of whom resemble that little piece of shit that sticks to your ass hair.

[ Tortez straightens his glasses and runs his fingers through his hair. ]

"Tricky" Tiki Tortez - This shouldn't take too long.

Rachel Stevens - Well Tiki, the fans are rooting for you, and I think its about time someone puts Ethan Tyler in his place. Hopefully you and Arthryn will be able to succeed.

"Tricky" Tiki Tortez - Oh we will Rach, we will.

Rachel Stevens - Thank you for your time Tiki and best of luck to you tonight.

"Tricky" Tiki Tortez - Ya...

[ Tortez spits out his gum and heads down the aisle toward the entranceway. ]

[ Backstage, Ethan Tyler and Holden Raines are in their locker room preparing for the match. Ethan grabs his title off a chair, as Holden does his pre-match ritual and stares at the floor... ]

Ethan Tyler - They have no idea what they're in for....it's really pathetic when you think about it.

[ Holden is still staring, when Rob DiMarco bursts into the room without even knocking... ]

Rob DiMarco - Now listen up, both of you! I've been trying to get a half-way decent interview with both of you for the last month, and I keep getting brushed off! I'm done being polite. GIVE ME MY GODDAMN INTERVIEW!

[ Ethan laughs like this is the funniest tangent he's ever heard, as Holden still stares at the floor... ]

Rob DiMarco - WELL??!!

Ethan Tyler - Well what?

Rob DiMarco - Well...will you give me my interview?

Ethan Tyler - DiMarco, did you actually grow a set of balls over the weekend or something? But yeah, we'll give you your damn interview... Talk to my buddy Holden here

[ DiMarco looks over at Holden, who's still staring, as Ethan chuckles because he knows he won't get a word out of him... ]

Rob DiMarco - No way! I've done this before...he won't say shit!

[ Holden stands up abruptly, and points to the door... ]

Holden Raines - LEAVE. NOW.

[ DiMarco about pisses his pants and runs out. Ethan is cracking up at this... ]

Ethan Tyler - What a little fucker. Ah well, what can you do?

Holden Raines - The first thing we can do is get out to that ring and annhilate those two wastes of space.

Ethan Tyler - Tiki Tortez, the thorn in my side since DAY ONE OF MY TITLE REIGN! Tonight bitch, you're getting a taste of Hellacious Halloween. You'll feel my anger, you'll feel the breath escape your lips when I kick your gut in. You WILL feel humiliation. And as for you Arthryn... Heh heh, just stay the fuck away from me bitch, you got nothing to do with this.

[ Tyler and Raines walk out of the locker room with their titles on their shoulders... ]

The Informer - The tag match is coming up next! Ethan Tyler and Holden Raines will go up against Tiki Tortez and Arthryn in what will be a war!

Chris Myers - This next match is scheduled for one fall!

[ "Headhunter" by Front 242 blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - Introducing first... standing 6'10" and weighing in at 302 pounds, from San Juan, Puerto Rico, Arthryn!

[ Arthryn steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ "Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - And his tag team partner... standing 6'6" and weighing in at 252 pounds, from New York City, New York, "Tricky" Tiki Tortez!

[ "Tricky" Tiki Tortez steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ "Schism" by Tool blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - And their opponents! First... standing 6'2" and weighing in at 230 pounds, from Cleveland, Ohio, Holden Raines!

[ Holden Raines steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ "More Human than Human" (Meet Bambi in the King's Harem mix) By White Zombie blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - And finally... standing 6'3" and weighing in at 246 pounds, from Portland, Oregon, Ethan Tyler!

[ Ethan Tyler steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ Ding, Ding, Ding! ]

The Informer - And here we go! Ethan Tyler starting it off against Arthryn! They lock up... Tyler throws him to the ropes.... Clothesline! Arthryn gets up, and gets back into his corner. He shakes the cobwebs out, and gets back into it. They lock up again... and Arthryn gets a knee to the stomach for his troubles!

Vic Canon - Tyler has him.... DDT! Arthryn quickly gets to his feet however, and Tyler nails him with a Piledriver! Tyler covers Arthryn.... 1.... 2... No! Kickout! Ethan Tyler gets to his feet, lifts Arthryn, twists Arthryn's arm around, and tags in Holden Raines!

Eddie Sensation - Holden Raines jumps to the top rope.... OOH! Double Arm Smash on the arm of Arthryn!

The Informer - Raines grabs Arthryn, and throws him to the ropes. Arthryn bounces back, STANDING SIDE KICK TO THE JAW OF ARTHRYN!

Vic Canon - Raines goes to the top rope! Arthryn rolls around on the mat, holding his jaw in pain! Raines waits for Arthryn.... and he finally gets up!

Eddie Sensation - LOOK OUT!

The Informer - SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA!!!! HE NAILED ARTHRYN!! He covers him! The ref counts, 1.... 2.... No!

Vic Canon - Raines gets up, and nails Arthryn with a Brainbuster! Holden goes to the top rope again! What's he going to do now?!

Eddie Sensation - LOOK OUT! TORTEZ IS IN THE RING, CHARGING AT RAINES ON THE TOP ROPE!

The Informer - RAINES JUMPS! AND A MISSLE DROPKICK NAILS TIKI TORTEZ! TORTEZ GOES FLYING TO THE OUTSIDE!!!!

Vic Canon - Hey hey hey! Look at Tyler! He jumped off the apron, and is heading towards Tortez! The referee doesn't seem to care, he's focused on the match IN the ring!

Eddie Sensation - OOOOH!!! LOW BLOW BY ARTHRYN!!!!! RAINES DROPS TO HIS KNEE'S!

The Informer - Tyler's approaching Tortez! Tiki doesn't see him! OOOH!!!!! DDT ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!! TIKI TORTEZ IS HOLDING HIS HEAD IN PAIN! HE MAY BE EVEN BLEEDING!

Vic Canon - Arthryn gets up, and whips Raines to the ropes! Raines ducks a clothesline.... Raines ducks a flying elbow.... Arthryn bounces off the opposite set of ropes... OOH! GOOD GOD! ETHAN TYLER TRIPPED ARTHRYN! AND NOW TYLER IS PULLING ARTHRYN TO THE OUTSIDE!

Eddie Sensation - And Raines is distracting the ref! Raines is faking a leg injury, and the ref is checking on him!

The Informer - TYLER HAS ARTHRYN SET UP!!!!!! OOOOOOOOH!!!!!! ILLEGAL IN 48 STATES!!!!! ILLEGAL IN 48 STATES!!!!! TYLER NAILED HIS BIG MOVE ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!!

Vic Canon - AND NOW HE'S ROLLING ARTHRYN INTO THE RING!

Eddie Sensation - RAINES IS UP! HE'S COVERING ARTHRYN!

The Informer - TYLER CHARGES AT TORTEZ! THE REFEREE COUNTS THE PIN IN THE RING..... 1......... 2........ 3!!!!!!!!

Vic Canon - DAMN THEM!!!! DAMN THEM TO HELL!!!!!!

Chris Myers - And the winners of this match, Ethan Tyler and Holden Raines!

WINNERS: Ethan Tyler and Holden Raines w/ Illegal in 48 States by Pinfall

Eddie Sensation - And Tyler is continuing the beating on Tortez! LOOK OUT! OOOH!!! HANGING SUPLEX! ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR, YET AGAIN!

The Informer - AND HERE COMES HOLDEN RAINES TO JOIN THE ATTACK! THEY'RE KICKING THE HELL OUT OF TIKI TORTEZ!!!!!!

Vic Canon - Wait a minute! Arthryn is up! Arthryn is coming to the outside! Raines and Tyler are now leaving the scene!

Eddie Sensation - Arthryn was about 45 seconds too late! Raines and Tyler did a number on Tortez!

The Informer - But don't you worry Eddie! Tyler will get his! Raines will get his!

Vic Canon - THIS SUNDAY, FANS! ETHAN TYLER VERSUS TIKI TORTEZ FOR THE EWA WORLD TITLE IN A NO DQ, NO COUNT OUT MATCH! AND, HOLDEN RAINS VERSUS ARTHRYN IN A NEW YORK DEVIL'S STREET CAGE MATCH!

Eddie Sensation - I can't F'N WAIT!

The Informer - ALL THAT, AND SO MUCH MORE, THIS SUNDAY FANS! DON'T MISS IT!

[ Outside the arena, the red van pulls up and "The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante hops out. He quickly spots the driver a hand-full of cash and sprints towards the entrance… ]

Eddie Sensation - HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE! NICK DIAMANTE IS FINALLY HERE! WE'RE GOING TO HAVE THE MATCH!!! DIAMANTE WILL GET HIS TITLE SHOT!!!

The Informer - That does indeed look like the truth! Fans, we've got to take one last commercial break! When we return… "The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante takes on Ethan Tyler for the EWA World Heavyweight Championship! Don't go anywhere, this is gonna be HUGE!