[ "More Human than Human (Meet Bambi in the King's Harem Mix)" blasts over the P.A. system ]

Vic Canon - Oh great. Things were so great without this guy last week! Why is he here?

[ Ethan Tyler, the EWA World Champion steps out from the back. He's wearing a black ball cap, cargo pants, and a sleveless Dope Felons and Revolutionaries shirt. He has the world title in his hand and a mic in the other. Slowly he creeps his way into the ring. ]

Ethan Tyler - Admit it, all of you missed me. From the front row, all the way to the couches across the coutnry. All of you missed me. Everyone asked where Ethan Tyler was, and why he wasn't on T.V. It was because I was being generous.

Vic Canon - I'll agree to that!

The Informer - Things were rather peaceful without Ethan around, weren't they?

Ethan Tyler - I was generous and kind enough to let you all live out your delusional fantasy of cheering on your hero Serial Thrylla.

[ Huge pop, duh ]

Ethan Tyler - You all can have it, because Thrylla won't make it.

[ The roar of a Harley Davidson driving though the backstage parking lot can be heard as the shine of the headlight glares in the camera, temporarily causing a "white out" on screen. While roar grows louder it is quickly cut off and the person riding the bike is revealed. ]

The Informer - Listen to this crowd... they know that business is about to pick up!

Vic Canon - Bigg Daddy is in the HOUSE!!

[ Deuce dressed in black leather pants with a black hooded sweatshirt and dark gargoyle sunglasses throws a leg over the bike and turns around and picks up a baseball bat that is strapped to the back of the bike. ]

Eddie Sensation - This isn't good... where's Vinny D when you need him?

Vic Canon - Deuce has a stern look on his face...

[ Deuce kicks open the door to the backstage area and walks to the security check in area. ]

Security Guard - Sir, could you please remove your hood and sunglasses so that we can check you id and .....

Deuce - I don't think so champ.

Security Guard - Sir, its proper procedure that we....

Deuce - I tell you what... tell me where Vinny D is and we'll call it a night...

[ Deuce walks past the security guard as he tries to stop him, a backstage worker for the EWA straightens things out. ]

Stagehand - WHOA! WHOA! Hang on there... this is Bigg Daddy Deuce.. he's ok... he's one of the guys.

Security Guard - I'm sorry Mr. Deuce.. I was only following procedure.

Deuce - Thats alright Rent-A-Cop... [To the Stagehand] Tell me where Vinny D is staying...

Stagehand - He's in room 42 Zero... but he hasn't checked in yet.

Deuce - Thats because the punk doesn't want me to know he's here... autta my way.

[ Deuce pushes the stage hand out of the way and heads to find Vinny D. ]

The Informer - Things are heating up tonight on Heat... and its only just begun.

[ We fade to the back, as "Thundergod" Leon Sharpe is seen walking into the arena. He notices an EWA agent walking in. ]

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - So... where should I go for my main event?

Agent - Your match isn't the main event..

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - Just as I thought... hell, Thrylla wrestling the New Red Rooster would be the main event, TBL got a main event with Tony Dumas once. You know how much I have started to despise Thrylla?

Agent - Nope.

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - Just constantly... I have been here working hard for months, he goes off to wherever and comes back to get main events. Fuck Serial Thrylla, Fuck all his little asskissers, He's not god, He's just merely a man, a man who will be shot back down to Earth soon. I am just sick of him, when I get my hands on him, I will relish beating that son of a bitch, I don't care if it is at the PPV, if it is tomorrow or if it is tonight, I don't care much for Holden Raines but I don't care for Serial Thrylla at all. DFT buddy, Death from Thundergod, remember that. I am gone.

[ Sharpe walks off as the agent shakes his head and looks at a paper. ]

[ Nomad is walking down a hallway in the arena. He's wearing a deep red Deftones shirt, black cargo pants, and his black paratrooper-issue stomping boots. Over all this, of course, is his tattered black trenchcoat. He's walking with purpose, glancing back and forth. He suddenly stops, and reaches for a door labeled "EWA Owner Tom Stone". He pulls open one of the two oak doors, and walks inside. He steps into a small makeshift waiting room, and waits for Stone's travelling assistant to get off the phone. After a few seconds she hangs up the phone and looks up at Nomad ]

Assistant - Hello. Can I help you?

Nomad - Yeah, is Tom busy?

Assistant - Yes, he's in a meeting right now.

Nomad - A meeting? With who?

Assistant - He's speaking with a developmental wrestler who may be getting the call up to the main roster. He should only be a few more minutes.

Nomad - Hm. Alright. Well, tell him I'm here and I'd like to speak with him.

Assistant - Certainly. May I tell him what about?

Nomad - Yeah, I wanted a match tonight and yet I have nothing. I wanna' know why.

Assistant - Okay. Have a seat, I'm sure it won't be long now.

Nomad - Thanks, but I have some other business to attend to. I'll be right back.

[ Nomad walks out of the waiting room ]

[ Suddenly, the EWA Theme Music blasts through the speakers and Tom Stone makes his way to the ring. He's wearing a perfectly ironed black suit, equipt with a navy blue tie. But, showing no care for what he's wearing, Tom Stone slides into the ring and gets to his feet. He has a mic in hand, and begins speaking. ]

Tom Stone - Last week...

[ The crowd shows no signs of noticing Tom Stone, as they talk amongst themselves. ]

Tom Stone - AHEM!

The Informer - The fans don't seem to be giving Tom their attention.

Vic Canon - That'll piss him off.

[ The crowd still aren't looking at the ring. ]

Tom Stone - TONIGHT, LIVE ON HEAT.... NICK DIAMANTE VS CLAYTON CHANDLER FOR THE EWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! .....IN A HELL IN A CELL MATCH!

Eddie Sensation - WHAT?! NICKY D IS BACK?!?!?! AND CHANDLER?!?!?!

[ The crowd ROARS and beings cheering wildly as the walls in the arena shake. ]

Tom Stone - HAHAHA! Don't you wish!

The Informer - HAHA! Bet you fell for it, Vic!

Vic Canon - Not a chance.

Tom Stone - Last week, on national television... I hospitalized Tiki Tortez!

[ The crowd boo's ]

The Informer - I wouldn't categorize that as being something to be proud of...

Tom Stone - And I can't tell you how GOOD it felt to swing that fire extinguisher, and watch it COLLIDE with Tiki Tortez's head! Ha ha! It was a thing of beauty!

Vic Canon - Stone's face won't be a thing of beauty when he realizes how low his ratings are without Tortez on the show!

Eddie Sensation - HA! Don't tell me you actually think that's true, Vic.

Tom Stone - And when I got backstage, and thought of my actions.... and watched the replay a few times.... I realized something. Yes, a realization that had never came to me before. I realized that I did something that Arthryn couldn't do last year....

The Informer - Huh?

Vic Canon - What the hell is he talking about?

Tom Stone - I could do something that the ENTIRE EXTREME DIVISION couldn't do.....

Eddie Sensation - Wrestle? HAHAHAHA!

Tom Stone - Something that Holden Raines couldn't do....

The Informer - Alright, now he's starting to piss me off.

Tom Stone - And even something that King shit, ETHAN TYLER couldn't do!

[ The fans cheer at the insult towards the EWA World Champion. ]

Vic Canon - Uh-oh!

Tom Stone - I got Tiki Tortez out of my hair! I got him off TV! I got him OUT of the EWA! I PUT TIKI TORTEZ OUT OF COMMISSION!

[ The fans begin booing ]

Tom Stone - And then I began thinking. Ethan Tyler is a man feared by many. The referee's fear him, the backstage staff fear him, the security fear him... most of the wrestlers even fear him!

The Informer - Yeah, so?

Tom Stone - My thoughts then processed some more.... and I thought deeper and deeper.... I've put all this planning and effort into this World Title #1 Contender Tournament. I've made the tournament so then the BEST OF THE BEST would fight Ethan Tyler at Rage In A Cage 3. I made it so that only a person with equal or MORE talent than Ethan Tyler would make it the distance, and THAT PERSON would be able to beat him!

Vic Canon - Damn right! And we're down to four!

Eddie Sensation - Shut up Vic!

Tom Stone - Then I realized something..... the man who wins this tournament, whoever the hell it is.... EVEN THAT MAN FEARS ETHAN TYLER!

[ The crowd boos some more ]

The Informer - What the hell?!

Tom Stone - LEON SHARPE FEARS ETHAN TYLER..... ARTHRYN FEARS ETHAN TYLER..... HOLDEN RAINES FEARS ETHAN TYLER....... AND EVEN SERIAL THRYLLA...... FEARS...... ETHAN...... FUCKING...... TYLER!

[ The arena is filled with boos! ]

Tom Stone - It's horrible, I know! Each and every man in that tournament is pathetic! And I agree with each and every one of you when you BOO those CHICKEN SHITS!

[ The crowd boo's Tom Stone, realizing they've been tricked. ]

Tom Stone - Now.... I'd like to fast forward to this Sunday coming up... December the 9th, 2001... RAGE IN A CAGE 3.....

The Informer - I can't wait!

Tom Stone - It's going to be ETHAN TYLER versus one of the terrified four remaining. One on one, in that ring. There will be a referee..... a challenger.... some ropes..... a stiff mat.... and four corners.

Vic Canon - Yeah, and?

Tom Stone - A WHOLE FUCKING RING FULL OF FEAR! How the HELL can I have a Main Event this Sunday when even the FUCKING ROPES ARE AFRAID OF ETHAN TYLER?! HOW?!?! ANSWER THAT QUESTION! PLEASE, GOD!

Eddie Sensation - Put them in a Cage?

Tom Stone - Then it came to me! The answer to that problem came right to me! And here's what it is: Take a normal ring..... surround it with ropes, and four corners..... put a hard mat on the bottom..... stick Ethan Tyler in the ring...... stick his opponent in the ring......

[ Eric Walther approaches Rachel Stevens. The humor he has had in past weeks seems to have been drained from him by the losses of the past month. He's dressed in black and white fatigues and his black boots. He's shirtless, wearing the sleeveless black leather coat that is becoming a mainstay in his wardrobe. His hands are heavily taped to mid-way up his forearms, and his hair is tied back into a ponytail. He just stands there, looking at Stevens, waiting for her to begin. After a momentary pause, she does. ]

Rachel Stevens - Eric, tonight you face Santoro in his first match back in the EWA. Actually, this may be his first match ever. You're stepping into the ring with a manager turned wrestler. What are your thoughts on this match?

Eric Walther - Well, Santoro may have been a great manager, but as for in-ring ability, I've yet to see him display any. Managing means maybe getting involved in a 15 second scuffle with a wrestler as a distraction, or hitting them with a foreign object. Now he has to step between the ropes, and across the ring he's going to see the 6'9", totally built Rifleman. If that doesn't make him wet his pants, then the beating that I'm going to proceed to administer after that probably will. I'm going to show him that he has no business in that ring with a man like me.

Rachel Stevens - What about NoMaD, who continues to be a thorn in your side?

Eric Walther - NoMaD will get his, and he'll get his soon. I don't forgive, and I don't forget. He's got a bill to pay, and soon, it'll be his turn to step through those ropes. And when he does, I'm going to manhandle him so badly that he'll wish he never screwed with me.

Rachel Stevens - And what is with this changed attitude lately?

Eric Walther - Well, maybe I'm just tired of everyone looking to me as the next big thing, as the golden boy. I'm just another wrestler. A damn fine wrestler, probably the best pure fighter out there, but just another wrestler nonetheless. Screw the fans, screw people that look up to me. I'm out there for one reason, and one reason alone. I like to fight. And I like to win. I like to hurt people. And that's what I'm going to do. Excuse me Miss Stevens, I've got a match to go win, and an opponent to go destroy.

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

[ "Sugar" by the Archies blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - Introducing first... standing 5'5" and weighing in at 120 pounds, from Monterrey, Mexico, Santoro!

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

[ "How You Remind Me" by Nickleback blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - And his opponent... standing 6'9" and weighing in at 272 pounds, from Washington, DC, "The Rifleman" Eric Walther!

[ "The Rifleman" Eric Walther steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ Ding, Ding, Ding! ]

The Informer - And here we go! Santoro charges at Walther! BIG BOOT TO THE FACE OF SANTORO!

Vic Canon - Walther scrapes him off the mat.... and throws him to the ropes!

Eddie Sensation - LOOK OUT!

The Informer - WHAM!!!!! THE LAST SHOT! WALTHER NAILED IT!

Vic Canon - He covers Santoro! 1..... 2.........

Eddie Sensation - 3! So much for Santoro's Zed-like wrestling!

Chris Myers - And the winner of this match.... "The Rifleman" Eric Walther!

WINNER: "The Rifleman" Eric Walther w/ The Last Shot by Pinfall

The Informer - You said it, Eddie. Santoro is supposed to be filling in for Zed... picking up where Zed left off! And so far all I see is the complete opposite!

Vic Canon - Damn right... I doubt Santoro will last long around here, especially if Stone hears about this massacre!

Eddie Sensation - Haha!

The Informer - I hear we have some pre-taped footage from earlier this evening...

Eddie Sensation - From who?

The Informer - Whatever it is, it happened at the back entrance of the building today. That's all I've heard.

Eddie Sensation - You really are a lot of help.

The Informer - Thanks.

Vic Canon - I believe that was sarcasm..

Eddie Sensation - Don't butt in.

[ The footage begins to roll on the video wall. In the parking garage, Holden Raines walks to the wrestler's entrance door. Unfortunently, there's a security guard standing infront of it. The guard looks to be around 6'8", 320lbs. His hands folded, Raines looks at him questionably... ]

Holden Raines - What's this?

Security Guard - Mr. Raines?

Holden Raines - Yes?

Security Guard - Mr. Stone has employed me to check your bags and pat you down.

Holden Raines - PAT ME DOWN?

[ Raines laughs a bit, as the guard doesn't seem too amused by this... ]

Holden Raines - This is a joke, right? Wait, nevermind...don't answer that. I know it can't be a joke, because Stone isn't funny.

Security Guard - Sir, could you spread your arms out to each side, and your legs as far as you can?

Holden Raines - Want me to do a split while you're at it?

Security Guard - That's not neccessary, Mr. Raines.

[ Raines gets a little sarcastically wide-eyed... ]

Holden Raines - Stone's not the only one who isn't funny, apparently.

[ The security guard begins to pat down Raines... ]

Holden Raines - Could I ask what this is about?

Security Guard - Mr. Stone said that you had previously used a knife in a match...

[ Raines interrupts... ]

Holden Raines - That was a month ago, and just NOW he started doing this? That Thomas...he's a slow one. He's been called everything else in the book, I might as well call him retarded.

[ The security guard stops the pat down... ]

Holden Raines - Are we done now?

Security Guard - Yes. Thank you for your cooperation.

Holden Raines - Thank you for not giving me a cavity search.

[ Raines shakes his head and goes into the building, as the video wall fades out... ]

The Informer - I love it! Raines got searched by a Stone-employed security guard!

Eddie Sensation - Whatever happened to innocent till proven guilty??!! UNJUST, I TELL YOU!

Vic Canon - I think he proved he was guilty by stabbing Arthryn in the leg a month ago.

Eddie Sensation - Hey, Arthryn fell on the knife!

The Informer - He did not!

Vic Canon - At least Sharpe doesn't have to worry about Raines kniving him after that search.

Eddie Sensation - He fell on...

The Informer - STOP IT!

M.U.D. - At 'Full Revolution 2' having a Triple Threat Theatre involving Howell, a man I feel quite advocated with, Covington, a child inside of a talented mind, and Dino Delsante, the backstabbing hero you all consume.

The Informer - Listen to the crowd! They absolutely hate "The Cornerstone!"

Eddie Sensation - No they don't! They're just... they're just confused!

Vic Canon - If you ask me, you're the confused one.

The Informer - Dino has sent his fiancée', Tracey Lane, back to the locker room. He has made it clear that he wants no help from any member of the 3D tonight.

Eddie Sensation - What!!??

Vic Canon - I agree with Eddie. I think that decision will come back to haunt him.

M.U.D. - You were hated. You formed an Alliance inside of EWA with 3DW. And you were hated. You shit on every one of your fans from before that time, and you shit on the new genration now.

Vic Canon - I don't think the crowd is taking this too well.

The Informer - I'm not sure if they are booing M.U.D. for what he is saying or Dino for doing that in the past.

Eddie Sensation - People change though and it shows..

M.U.D. - You shit on your fans. I thought you said they mattered to you alot? Especially 'now' because they give you fuel for your fire. You fake piece of shit. You really tricked them.

[ The crowd boos ]

M.U.D. - Silently I whisper to you above the noise in hand.. You are nothing. But you carry on to the land of glamour and fame, in hopes to achieve your gold rushes... You no longer fit at home with your match.

[ Nomad walks out of an unmarked locker room shaking his head ]

Nomad - Fucking Christ, everyone but me is busy tonight. What gives? I want a match, I want some God-damned ring time. Is that too much to ask? ....Apparently, because I'm getting the shaft.

[ A slightly overweight man in his late twenties wearing an EWA logo shirt approaches Nomad ]

Man - Excuse me, Nomad?

Nomad - What the fuck do you want?

Man - Tom Stone said he's ready to see you now, if you want to head to his office.

Nomad - Sure. Get the hell out of my way.

[ Nomad pushes past the man and walks down the hall ]

[ We fade to the back. Where we see Thundergod drinking coffee ]

Rachel Stevens - Informer! I'm here with "The Hustler" Marty Delaney, who in just a few moments, will be heading to the ring to take on Sakyo Kyuma for the EWA Television Title! Hustler, how do you plan on taking on the TV champ tonight?

The Hustler - Oh Rachel, I guess the same way I've taken on every other opponent in my life, and that's pedal to the metal, non-stop, full-out offense. Kyuma fancies himself on being one of the "kings" of lucha-libre, and it kind of makes me laugh. You should probably ask El Mascaras, Tiger Mask, or Rey Mysterio Sr., and they'll tell you something different. They'll tell you he's just a good kid, he means well, but he ain't no "king". And if you ask me, I'll tell you the same goddamn thing. He's a good kid, he means well, but HE AIN'T NO FUCKIN KING. Sakyo Kyuma, he's got a case of "title-itis". Know what that is, Rachel?

Rachel Stevens - No, I can't say that I do.

The Hustler - That's what happens when a young buck gets a piece of gold around his waist, no matter what it represents, and thinks he's fuckin God almighty. It's the Television title, Sakyo, it's only a meager belt compared to what Ethan Tyler is holding, so don't equivocate the two. And you know what, I didn't appreciate you trashing my past accomplishments, so tonight, I'm going to shit all over your current one. I'm going to take that TV Title from right around your waist, and then smack you in the mouth with it. You want respect from me? You gotta fuckin earn it.

Rachel Stevens - Any parting words?

The Hustler - Sakyo, here comes your cure for "title-itis". Here comes your wake-up call. Yeah, wake up and smell the mat after The Dissolution. Know why? 'Cause fear is a weapon, and anger is a gift!

[ The camera is backstage as Rob DiMarco stands there with the current EWA Television Champion, Sakyo "Genjutsushi" Kyuma. Ready for his match, Kyuma stands firmly in his stance with the EWA TV title around his waist. Rob looks at him oddly as he stands there looking at Rob and the camera with his new "Lucha Libra" mask on his face, and the Lucha Libre 2001International Championship Trophy. Rob proceeds with the interview. ]

Rob DiMarco - Folks we are here live with the newly crowned Lucha Libre International Champion and 2001 king of Lucha Libre Wrestling… The EWA TV Champion Sakyo Kyuma. Now tonight, you Sakyo take on the Hustler Marty Delany. This must be hard for you coming off of a great win at the Lucha Libre Wrestling Competition on Mexico. Any words for us on that?

Sakyo Kyuma - Rob, I'll say it now and I will most likely have to say it again. When it comes to being a champion, there is something you must always remember. Never lay your aim, and always remember what and who got you where you are. You know, like the rules of Hulkamania…except without all the 80's bullshit. I feel great as always and I can't wait to get my hands on Marty Delany… yet another victim of such an affordable cause…

Rob DiMarco - And another thing, what's with the Mexican Mask?

Sakyo Kyuma - Its my way of showing all my respect to the wonderful wrestlers of Mexico who made that Competition great, and for that little Mexican boy who still never came back to get his picture I signed. Oh well… Nonetheless, I am here tonight to give them a show, that the US has never seen before…. The new Sakyo Kyuma….

Rob DiMarco - But Sakyo… he really didn't say wh--

[ Sakyo grabs the mic out of Rob's hand and stares him in the eyes. Fire erupts within them as he stares back into the camera. ]

Sakyo Kyuma - So Delany…. You wanna be my Hustler huh? Well be prepared to meet the Hustler of 2001…. Tonight I prove to you, by exposing yourself, what you really are. You want a shot at my title? Well here it is!! You best be ready, and you best be determined because your about to see what its like when you not only piss of Sakyo Kyuma…. But you and your fellow Americans piss of a Country…. You'll never understand the mind of Sakyo Kyuma for I am your…..

[ Fans chant with him ]

Sakyo Kyuma - Lord………

[ Everything goes silent until the fans speak along with Sakyo again ]

Sakyo Kyuma - …..And Guardian……..

[ Fans chant again with him, except this time louder than before! ]

Sakyo Kyuma - ……..Of Darkness……

[ Sakyo than jumps into the air and busts out his signature martial arts move with his katana and ends it in one final word. The fans jump in with him! ]

Chris Myers - The next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWA Television Championship!

[ The song "I Who Have Nothing" by Jedi Mind Tricks plays as Sakyo steps out from behind the curtain. With the TV Title over his shoulder, he looks around the arena from the entrance ramp, and than continues to walk down towards the ring as the fans here in the USA chant his name! He has a mic. ]

Sakyo Kyuma - EWA.... Are You Ready?!?

[ The fans scream ]

Sakyo Kyuma - I said, ARE YOU READY?!?!

[ The fans scream their loudest. ]

Sakyo Kyuma - Than, without any further ado... I bring to you....

[ Pauses ]

Sakyo Kyuma - The International Superstar........

[ Pauses ]

Sakyo Kyuma - ....The Osaki Assasin......

[ Pauses once more ]

Sakyo Kyuma - Myself and the EWA give you......... The EWA Telivision Champion.....

[ Pauses again and gives a smile to the camera ]

Sakyo Kyuma - I give you myself.... The Master Of The Illusion Technique....

[ Sakyo laughs and looks at the camera in a pose of the last TV Champ just for admiration reasons, and gives the fans what they want. ]

Sakyo Kyuma - I give you SAKYO........

[ Fans join in with him ]

Sakyo Kyuma - "GENJUTSUSHI"...... KYUMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ Sakyo now begins to walk towards the ring with his microphone in hand. ]

Sakyo Kyuma - A few days ago, I brought all of you to Mexico with me for part 1 of my International Tour. Tonight, I bring you and that old dirty bastard, Marty Delany... MEXICO!!! But that isn't up just yet!!!

[ The fans sit there in a dazed state of mind as Sakyo slides into the ring. He stands in the middle, and looks around at the fans, sitting on his last words... ]

Sakyo Kyuma - Like I said before Marty... there's a lesson that needs to be taught here, and it is about RESPECT!! You say you don't get any, even when you were a champ. Well Marty, tonight I bring you a country that needs some respect, and if I can't teach it to you they will!

[ Sakyo Pauses for a minute. ]

Sakyo Kyuma - So without further ado, I bring to you, the EWA Ring Announcer....

[ The fans laugh as Sakyo pauses and strikes another forther champ pose. ]

Sakyo Kyuma - The EWA and its TV Champ give you..... CHRIS MYERS!!!!

Chris Myers - Uhh... thanks... And his opponent... standing 6'3" and weighing in at 233 pounds, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, "The Hustler" Marty Delaney!

[ "The Hustler" Marty Delaney steps out from behind the curtain and heads towards the ring. ]

[ Ding, Ding, Ding! ]

The Informer - And here we go! Television Title action! Sakyo Kyuma locks up with The Hustler... and they push each other back and forth.... Sakyo with the leverage now..... Now The Hustler has the upper hand!

Vic Canon - Sakyo rakes his eyes! The Hustler backs off a few steps... and Sakyo hits a spinning heel kick! The Hustler goes down, but gets right back up!

Eddie Sensation - Sakyo locks onto him.... German Suplex! But Sakyo doesn't let go of the hold... he keeps it on..... ANOTHER German Suplex!

The Informer - Sakyo keeps the hold locked.... and lifts The Hustler again! NO! The Hustler elbows him in the face! Sakyo releases the hold!

Vic Canon - The Hustler turns around and grabs Sakyo.... Wham! Overhead Belly-To-Belly Suplex! The Hustler covers him.... the referee counts the pin..... 1....... 2....... no! Kickout by Sakyo!

Eddie Sensation - The Hustler lifts Sakyo to his feet... and throws Sakyo to the ropes! The Hustler with a spinning heel kick! OH NO! WHAM! SAKYO CATCHES HIM IN MID AIR, AND SLAMS HIM TO THE MAT! WHAT A MOVE!

The Informer - Sakyo covers him! The referee counts.... 1...... 2....... no! Just out!

Vic Canon - Sakyo gets to his feet, and lifts the Hustler up.... Sakyo locks on a Full Nelson Submission!

Eddie Sensation - WHAM!!!!! FULL NELSON SUPLEX! Sakyo covers him again! The referee counts..... 1........ 2........ And the Hustler has his foot on the bottom rope!

The Informer - Sakyo gets to his feet, and lifts The Hustler up again.... he leans The Hustler against the ropes, and bounces off the opposite side! Sakyo charges at The Hustler!

Vic Canon - OOH! The Hustler back body drop's Sakyo over the top rope and onto the concrete floor!

Eddie Sensation - But Sakyo landed on his feet!

The Informer - And the Hustler saw that! The Hustler runs to the corner..... DOUBLE SPRINGBOARD HURRACONRANA!!!!!

Vic Canon - WHAM!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!! SAKYO REVERESES IT, AND ABSOLUTELY DEMOLISHES THE HUSTLER WITH A POWERBOMB ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR! WOW! WHAT IMPACT!

Eddie Sensation - The Hustler's insides MUST be bruised!

The Informer - Sakyo lifts The Hustler up, and rolls him into the ring.... and Sakyo rolls himself in as well.

Vic Canon - Sakyo Kyuma gets to his feet, and lifts The Hustler up..... Sakyo lifts The Hustler over his shoulder....

Eddie Sensation - LOOK OUT!

The Informer - WHAM!!!!!!! 5 STAGES OF CONSCIOUSNESS!!! SAKYO NAILED HIM!

Vic Canon - The referee counts the pin! 1....... 2......... 3!

Chris Myers - The winner of this match, and STILL EWA Television Champion.... Sakyo "Genjutsushi" Kyuma!

WINNER: Sakyo "Genjutsushi" Kyuma w/ 5 Stages Of Consciousness by Pinfall

Eddie Sensation - Sakyo Kyuma wins and is STILL the EWA Television Champion!! I don't believe it, he beat The Hustler!!

The Informer - Believe it Eddie!! But whats this?!? There is a station wagon being driven out of the entrance way and to the ring. Its that mysterious man that Sakyo has been with!!!!

Vic Canon - He's getting out of the car, what the hell is he doing?!? Informer, you should know!

The Informer - I have no god damn clue!!! I don't know everything!!

Eddie Sensation - Informer, your FIRED!!! Just kidding, but I hope Tom is listening!

[ Sakyo picks up Marty off the canvas and sits him in one of the rings 4 corners, as his friends opens up the back of the station wagon! ]

The Informer - Its the Mexican Luchadores!!! El Dandy is the first out, followed by El Cybernetico, Piratita Morgan, Lizzmark Jr., Silver King, Tito Santana, Max Mini, Savio Vega, The ENTIRE Villano family, and many more!!!

[ The Mexican stars begin to pile up together on Marty as Sakyo and his mysterious friend wait around in the ring as if help for Marty should be on the way. ]

Eddie Sensation - Senton Splash by El Dandy!!! This is great Vic!!!

Vic Canon - Damnit, the hell with the Luchadores, who is that man with Sakyo? He's setting up a table outside the ring!!

The Informer - That mystery man has just pulled Marty out of the ring and laid him on that table. I can't watch folks!!!

Eddie Sensation - I can!! Folks, this is great entertainment! The long lost Mexican heritage from wrestling is back!! Its like a reformation of the L.W.O. Arriba Mexico!!

Vic Canon - Its all over for Marty. Eld Dandy on the top rope!!!! Silver King standing on his shoulders!!! Max Mini and Piratita Morgon get on top of him now!! They jump off the top of Silver King and SENTON SPLASH!!! Silver King follows the two mexican midget stars, and now El Dandy!!!! 3 Senton splash onto the table on the outside, crushing Delany!!! Whats this?!? Pablo Marquez comes out of the back out the wagon pissed!

The Informer - He has a reputation for good Vic! I'm not surprised he's not fighting!! But wait!!! He just took out Silver King and El Dandy with a 450 twist splash thingy!! What an after-match!!!

Eddie Sensation - Here comes the mysterious man!! Shooting Star Press off the top rope and onto the midget Pablo Marquez!!! It looks like Sakyo and his friend here are leaving Silver King, El Dandy, and Pablo outside the ring in carnage with Delany as they start running for the wagon!

[ Sakyo jumps into the passengers seat with the TV Title in hand as his mysterious friend jumps in the drivers and the other luchadores jump into the back of the station wagon! The Villano's lead off. The Mysterious man then drives them off through the entrance way into the back. The camera follows as they leave the building!! Scene fades to black. ]

Eddie Sensation - Hahaha! Too bad Delany ain't up yet! I'd like to see him take care of that little shit Pablo Marquez!! ... And the same with that El Dandy and Silver King!! Look, they are looking for the wagon, and are getting pissed cos its not there!!!

Vic Canon - Its all good,.....all good!! Its all BAD!

The Informer - You know what Eddie?!? YOU SUCK!!!

Eddie Sensation - What did I do?!?!

The Informer - What an exciting night.. we have the second round of Number One contender matches--

Vic Canon - OH NO! Deuce is at Vinny D's door! GET OUT OF THERE VINNY D!

[ Deuce stands at the door of Vinny D's dressing room. ]

The Informer - We've seen this before folks... last time Vinny D was no where to be found.

Vic Canon - Yeah, but the door wasn't open like it is this time.

[ Deuce pushes the door open with the tip of the bat and switches the light on. He walks in and then comes flying out of the room smashing a table across the hall with the baseball bat. He spots a backstage person. ]

Deuce - Where is he?

Stagehand #2 - Where is who?

Deuce - Don't play dumb with me jerky... you know who the hell I'm talking about... Vinny D!

Stagehand #2 - Um.. I don't know... I'm new here...

Deuce - DAMMIT!

[ Deuce grabs the kid by his throat and tosses him into the wall. ]

Deuce - You see him.. tell him he has a date with Louis...

[ Deuce sticks the tip of the bat into the kids nose then drops him to the floor. ]

Vic Canon - Thats side of Deuce we haven't seen..

The Informer - Vinny D has pushed Deuce to the brink.. he might have found his breaking point.

Vic Canon - Let's go to the Informer in the ring.

The Informer - Ladies and gentlemen, in just five days, we will see the culmination of a violent rivalry. At "Rage In A Cage 3," two men will enter into a war of attrition, but only one man will leave…and it is doubtful that the one man will leave under his own power. Two men will enter the structure that is above my head and will battle it out in a "Last Man Standing Caged Riot Match." It goes without saying that this will not be one for children or the weak of heart. At this time, please welcome my guest…from Pittsburgh, PA…

[ The door to Tom Stone's office swings open, and Nomad steps in. The assistant is flipping through some papers, which Nomad crushes to the desk with his hand ]

Nomad - Is Tom available?

Assistant - I'm sorry, he had to step out. He said to give you this note....

[ The secretary hands Nomad a folded up piece of letterhead, roughly torn from a pad. Nomad looks at it for a moment, then flashes a sideways glance at the assistant. His eyes clearly display a strong mix of anger and impatience ]

Nomad - ....Thanks. Tell Tom to keep his fucking appointments.

[ Nomad walks out into the hall, and unfolds the piece of paper ]

Nomad,

I can't give you a match tonight. As of now, you have the night off. Try to pull something together for RIAC, though, I need my International Title on TV. Thanks.

- TS -

[ As Deuce is walking through the backstage halls he comes across a door that reads Tom Stone. ]

Deuce - I bet this Canuck knows where he is.

[ Deuce knocks on the door with his baseball bat. ]

Tom Stone - WHO IS IT!

[ Deuce storms into the room. ]

Tom Stone - I don't remembering saying "come in!"

Deuce - Shut your Canadian pie hole! Where is he!?

Tom Stone - WHO!?

Deuce - Don't play dumb with me Stoner Boner... you know who I'm talking about... where is that low life, sun-uva-bitch DiNardo...

[ Tom Stone stands up from his desk and walks around Deuce examining him as he is talking. ]

Tom Stone - Deuce... you've lost it my friend... you really should seek professional advice... look at you.. you've shaved your head.. died your goatee all black... and traded in your Armani suits for... for PLEATHER!?

Deuce - First of all... this is leather. Second of all.. it doesn't matter if I wear Armani... Gucci... or Levi's... all I want to know is.... where.... is..... VINNY! [Shouting] WHERE IS HE!

[ Deuce crashes the baseball bat down onto Stone desk thrashing everything on the desk. ]

Tom Stone - THATS IT! Unless you want to experience Canadian Rage... I suggest you pack up your shit... and GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!

[ Deuce gets into Tom Stones face. ]

Deuce - I tell you what... you see your fellow canuck you tell him I'm watching him... and I will be waiting...

[ Deuce storms out of Tom Stones office. ]

Tom Stone - If you were watching him... you'd know where he is... freak!

[ With the Extreme and North American Titles over each of his shoulders, Ken Doe looks super-confident as he stands before Rob DiMarco. ]

Rob DiMarco - Ken Doe, this week you defend the Extreme Title against Jimmy Blood, who has said since his debut in this company that he was an extreme-minded competitor and deserved an oppor--

Ken Doe - Forgive my insolence, Rob, but I must cut your short. WHO is Jimmy Blood?

Rob DiMarco - He's the challenger in your Extreme Title match tonight!

Ken Doe - Perhaps in the eyes of simple, but I think we need to find a better word for him.

Rob DiMarco - What do you mean?

Ken Doe - The word you used..."challenger"...is derived from the word "challenge". And you're a smart man, Rob; so you know full well that Jimmy Blood poses NO challenge to me!

Rob DiMarco - Well, I mean...why state the obvious?

[ To that, Ken Doe smiles and lifts a hand quickly to DiMarco head, causing the interviewer to flinch! However, Doe doesn't hit the man, but instead ruffles the hair on his head! ]

Ken Doe - Like I said, Rob...you're so smart! Too bad the rest of this company doesn't share your intellect.

Rob DiMarco - Like who?

Ken Doe - Like everyone! I've waited and waited for an opponent worth my time, and he has yet to come. So mark this...I shall wait no longer!

[ With an indignant expression, the enigmatic double-champion turns and walks away. ]

Chris Myers - This next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWA Extreme Championship!

[ "Everything Ends" by Slipknot blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - Introducing first... standing 6'5" and weighing in at 257 pounds, from East Strousburg, Pennsylvania, Jimmy Blood!

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

[ "Lakini's Juice" by Live blasts through the speakers... ]

Chris Myers - And his opponent... standing 6'2" and weighing in at 230 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois, Ken Doe!

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

[ Ding, Ding, Ding! ]

The Informer - They lock up! Doe knee's Blood in the stomach, and nails him with a DDT! Ken Doe gets to his feet quickly...

Vic Canon - He lifts Jimmy Blood to his feet..... and throws him to the corner! Blood his the corner with a thud! Jimmy Blood stumbles out of the corner slowly....

Eddie Sensation - TILT-THE-WHIRL BACKBREAKER!

The Informer - Ken Doe nailed him with it! Now Doe is coming to the outside... and walking towards us..... and he's got a steel chair!

Vic Canon - Doe slides into the ring, and brings the chair with him. Jimmy Blood is slowly getting to his feet... and now they're both up!

Eddie Sensation - Blood swings with a clothesline! Doe ducks it..... they both turn around and face each other.... Doe throws the chair at Blood! Jimmy Blood catches it....... WHAM!!!!! OH MY GOD! STANDING SIDE KICK RIGHT INTO THE CHAIR!

The Informer - Ken calls that one Dulling Your Senses! What a move that is! And now Ken Doe is making his way to the outside again!

Vic Canon - He's looking under the table.... but for what? Uh oh! He's got a table!

Eddie Sensation - Ken Doe is undoing the legs, and preparing the table....

The Informer - And as Ken Doe finishes setting up the table on the outside, he now heads back into the ring to pick up Jimmy Blood.

Eddie Sensation - This has been a one-sided slaughter by the leader of the Order!

Vic Canon - HEY, IT'S THAT GUY!!!

The Informer - I don't believe it...

Eddie Sensation - The masked jackass is back again!

The Informer - Coming in from the crowd, this clumsy guy walks around the set-up table and is getting up on the ring apron--

Vic Canon - UH-OH! Doe saw him!

Eddie Sensation - He's got Blood...IRISH WHIP!

The Informer - RIGHT INTO THE MASKED MA-- OH MAN!!

Vic Canon - YEAH!!!

The Informer - Blood hits the masked man, and he falls back off the ring apron RIGHT THROUGH the table!

Eddie Sensation - What'd he have in his hand there? A beer bottle?

Vic Canon - I think so!

Eddie Sensation - Maybe that's why he's such a goof; he's drunk!

The Informer - Or, he could just be like that naturally. Jimmy Blood rubs his head, and realizes what happend! He turns around.... WHAM!!!!!!

Vic Canon - HURRACONRANA BY KEN DOE! Doe was waiting for him all along!

Eddie Sensation - And now Doe is locking on his submission move!

The Informer - The Pain of Reality! He's got it locked on...... AND BLOOD TAPS OUT!

Chris Myers - The winner of this match, and STILL EWA Extreme Champion.... Ken Doe!

WINNER: Ken Doe w/ Pain of Reality by Submission

Vic Canon - Well, that was nothing more than an embarassment!

Eddie Sensation - Something tells me Blood has just wrestled his last match in the EWA.

The Informer - I think everyone agrees on that one. We'll be right back fans.

[ Backstage, we see Tom Stone entering his personal locker room. As the door shuts behind him, the same masked man from the Extreme Title match is revealed to have been hiding behind it! The owner spins around at the low, distressed sound of the man's voice. ]

Masked Man - I keep trying...and failing...

Tom Stone - WHAT THE HELL?!?!

[ The man walks past the owner, as if oblivious to his presence, and drops depressively into one of the plush sofas. He has a fresh bottle of beer in his hand, and it's obvious as he takes a drink that's he's had several-too-many! ]

Masked Man - I tried to make an impact...tried to come in with a bang...

Tom Stone - Who are you?

Masked Man - A fallen warrior.

Tom Stone - And what...you want to be in the EWA?

Masked Man - I deserve to be.

Tom Stone - I'm the judge of who bel--

[ Suddenly, the man grabs the nearby table lamp and sends it flying across the room! With a violent yell, he picks up the actively-playing TV monitor and slams it down right in front on Stone! ]

Masked Man - YOU DON'T JUDGE ME! I'VE BEEN JUDGED BY TIME, BY HISTORY, AND BY THE ADMIRING EYES OF COUNTLESS MILLIONS!

Tom Stone - Calm dow--

Masked Man - I'VE STOOD ON TOP OF THE FUCKING WORLD, AND NOW A SUIT-WEARING GEEK IS GOING TO JUDGE ME?!?!

Tom Stone - CALM THE FUCK DOWN!!!

[ The raging stranger pauses, and while breathing very heavily, seems to straighten up at the sound of Stone's annoyance! ]

Tom Stone - Look, if you are what you say you are, then maybe there's a place for you here.

Masked Man - As what?

Tom Stone - That we can figure out once I know WHO I'm dealing with!

Masked Man - Fine...

[ He reaches under the mask, and starts pull it off...when the show suddenly cuts to commercial! ]

[ We go to the back, where we see Shawn Vinson standing by with Rachel Stevens. ]

Rachel Stevens - Leon Sharpe is a bit late here. Shawn, I must ask, why am I interviewing you? You are a total Leon Sharpe lackey, have been, always will be, you are the Stevie Richards to Sharpe if he was Raven.

Shawn Vinson - Shut up Rachel... I am here to debut, IT! IT!

[ We notice Eijiah Akeem walking out with a plate before Thundergod Leon Sharpe elbows him, knocking him down and breaking the plate. ]

Shawn Vinson - You broke IT.

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - IT sucked, IT was a lame idea by you, get the hell out of here Vinson.

[ Vinson walks off. ]

Rachel Stevens - Now Thundergod, you are facing Holden Raines tonight, a man who has basically told Tom Stone to fuck off..

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - Like I have..

Rachel Stevens - Has violent tendacies..

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - Like I have..

Rachel Stevens - Has a cloaked figure around him.

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - I don't have that.. 2 out of three isn't bad. I say add 8 inches to Holden and you have an insane version of myself. Make sure to add 60 pounds also, or else he'd be a stickman, but that doesn't matter. Holden is merely gonna have to be taught a lesson. Does he not remember that I destroyed Howell last week? that Howell was begging to never face me again... you will beg for mercy also Holden. You know the first time you faced me, you barely got control, you know that you cannot defeat me by yourself. You know that Anthryn won't just run out and save you like he did the first time, you know that comatose son of a bitch Tiki Tortez ain't gonna do anything. Just you and me, mano y mano.

Rachel Stevens - Thundergod, you seem to underestimating the speed of Holden Raines...

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - Rob, I am not underestimating his speed, I know he can run, I will just corner him and then I will slaughter him. He doesn't have the power to compete with me and he doesn't have the expierence. He has a small chance but he isn't gonna beat me.

Rachel Stevens - Any last comments?

"Thundergod" Leon Sharpe - Holden, you are mine. Serial Thrylla, you're next in line and Ethan, your belt will be mine.

[ Sharpe walks off. ]

[ Backstage, Rob DiMarco stands with a mic in his right hand. Holden Raines comes into view... ]

Rob DiMarco - Ok...I'm here with Holden...

[ Raines interrupts... ]

Holden Raines - DiMarco, keep your mouth shut. Tom Stone basically raped me today by having some glutton search me for weapons. Stone can keep doing whatever he thinks will stop me from being ontop of the mountain....but nothing will work. You hear that, Thomas? NOTHING WILL WORK.

Rob DiMarco - You DO remember you have a match in a moment against Leon Sharpe, right?

Holden Raines - DiMarco, would I be talking to you if I hadn't remembered it? I don't forget things, especially the small things...namely Leon Sharpe this time. Leon, I've said it before and I'll say it again, you are not worthy of even being in the ring with me. You might be a tall son of a bitch, but tonight when I drop THE RAINMAKER on you, you'll be down to midget size. And as most people could guess....midgets don't beat The Evil One.

Rob DiMarco - Um, Holden...

Holden Raines - Speak puppy.

Rob DiMarco - Yeah...um...where's the cloaked figure?

Holden Raines - I was going to ask you the same question.

Rob DiMarco - How should I know?

Holden Raines - I was going to state the same answer. Now I have to go, destiny awaits Leon Sharpe. It won't be pretty for him.

[ Raines puts his head to the ground and walks off. DiMarco scratches head not knowing what to make of this interview. ]

Chris Myers - This next match is scheduled for one fall, and is a Second Round Match in the EWA World Title #1 Contender Tournament!

[ The lights fade to dark, as we hear a beat starting to play.. we notice cloaked figures around the enterance holding something on pikes, as the beat goes on appearing to be "Dragula (Matrix Remix)" by Rob Zombie, suddenly.. ]

[ Serial Thrylla is seen sitting on a bench in front of his locker with a white towel draped over his head. Rob DiMarco timidly creeps into the picture and tries to get his attention. ]

Rob DiMarco - Thrylla, can I get a word with you quickly???

[ Thrylla's head shoots straight up as the towel lands on the ground next to the bench. Thrylla just glares at DiMarco. ]

Serial Thrylla - What the hell do you want?

Rob DiMarco - Well sir, I just wanted to get a word with you before your main event match with Arthryn coming up in just a few moments.

Serial Thrylla - Just a word, huh? Well, the word of the day is destroy. Because that's exactly what I'm about to do to Arthryn.

Rob DiMarco - But... what abo?

Serial Thrylla - BUT WHAT DIMARCO!?!?

[ The crowd can be heard laughing at DiMarco's cowardice. ]

Rob DiMarco - B.. But...

Serial Thrylla - BUT WHAT!??! Spit it out!

[ DiMarco is obviously shaken. ]

Rob DiMarco - ButwhataboutwhatArthrynsayingyoucanthackitanymore!?!?

Serial Thrylla - HUH!?!?

[ Thrylla picks up DiMarco with one arm and fires him into a locker. Much to the approval of the crowd. ]

Serial Thrylla - There that's better... Arthryn, listen up loud and clear... You my friend, are a stepping stone. You're just another piece of the yellow brick road that goes straight to Ethan Tyler and the World Heavyweight Championship.Tonight, I'm going to make yet another example out someone who thinks I can't do it anymore. If you didn't think I was for real after last week, then I'm going to make a believer out of all of you after tonight. Arthryn, you're my own personal trampoline that's going to send me back to the top of the mountain. You call it motivation, I call it fear... Because I know I'd be damn scared knowing I have no where to go but to the bottom after tonight. You're not hungry Arthryn, not the way I'm hungry. I know what it's like to be at the top of the mountain. I want to be back their worse than anything in the world... And I know what it takes to get there... The end of the road is here... And I'm going to snuff out your legacy, before it even begins.

Rachel Stevens - Well, hello everyone. I'm standing right now next to one of the four men left in the tournament to determine the number 1 contender for Ethan Tyler's belt. Hello, Arthryn.

Arthryn - Hello, Raquel.

Rachel Stevens - Tonight you face...

Arthryn - The people in San Francisco...

[ The crowd pops as the city is mentioned ]

Arthryn - The people in San Francisco know who I'm facing, Ms. Stevens. Not to be rude, but that's not something that needs to be repeated.

Rachel Stevens - Well, can we expect a different type of match from you, seeing as you're facing a true legend?

Arthryn - You can expect Arthryn to be on top of his game. You can expect me to show off my talent, my skills, my potential. You can expect me, Stevens, to advance in the tournament. That's what you can expect.

Rachel Stevens - Well, we've all seen how confident you are going into this match with Mr. DFA himself.

Arthryn - And why can't I be confident? Should I be intimidated by a name? Because Serial Thrylla is nothing more than a name, Stevens. Serial Thrylla's reputation is what brought him back. That's what got him into this tournament. Up until last week, nobody knew of Thrylla's condition. So why is it that I should be intimidated...why is it that I should not show confidence in MY skills? Because I'm facing him? No. I am confident. I know myself. And he knows himself. And he's confident. Currently, he has to prove that he's nothing more than a name.

Rachel Stevens - And what about you? Don't you have something to prove?

Arthryn - Much, dear Stevens. I have a lot to prove. Going into this match, many will be watching. Not because of Arthryn, most probably. It's because of Serial Thrylla. And most of 'em think that Arthryn is no challenge for Thrylla. I have to prove that not only am I a good challenge, but I'm a good sport, too. That I'm the man that for many years I have claimed to be. I have so much to prove, Rachel, I should be getting started. Just remember. I am predicting a victory over the franchise of the EWA. It's do or die time for this man right here. It's all on the line for me. It's all...on the line.

Rachel Stevens - Well, good luck to you Arthryn!