Live from The Great Western Forum
Inglewood, California
December 9th, 1999

(The scene fades in from the previous television program. On the screen is the GFWA logo....

...as it fades out, you see the scene fade into the backstage area. A limo pulls into the arena. As it stops, the door opens and President McLean gets out. Then Commissioner Carlisle. Then, Hans and Lars von Schopenhauer! The crowd begins to cheer when they see The Master Race get out of the limo. Then, this conversation is picked up by the camera.)

President McLean: And here we are...the Great Western Forum....now gentlemen, you'll find your front row tickets waiting on you at the sound booth....just get those and find your seats sometime during the event....and feel free to roam around backstage here.

Hans von Schopenhauer: Thanks, Skarrph...I mean...President McLean....*grins*

Lars von Schopenhauer: Yeah, we really appreciate you for all you've done for us....tonight, The Master Race returns to the GFWA....if not in a limited capacity....it'll be great just to be inside the arena....

President McLean: Well, it's good to have you back, and hopefully we can get you guys back into the ring sometime soon....but for now, enjoy the show.....Mason, come on now, we've got some work to do....

(McLean and Carlisle shakes both Hans and Lars hands as the two men walk off. Hans and Lars start walking in the opposite direction. Then, the scene cuts directly to the Thursday Mayhem video package and theme music. As it fades out, the scene inside the Great Western Forum kicks in as fireworks shoot from the top of the G-tron down to the ring. The lights come up and the camera begins to pan the crowd. Many of the fans are holding up different signs. As the camera continues to pan the crowd, you hear the voice of Bruce Carlson.)

Bruce Carlson: As you can see, The Master Race is in Inglewood, California tonight, as the special guests of President McLean! And tonight, the other 2 members of the Lords of the Fourth Reich will be in action, so it could be a great night for L4R!!! Hello again everybody, along with King Royce, this is Bruce Carlson...and what a night we have planned tonight....King, welcome to Thursday Mayhem!

King Royce: And it's great to be here with you, Bruce, what a night is right! The L.A. crowd is hopping and we've got some great matches in store for everyone tonight....tonight *camera shoots a shot of a steel cage high above the ring*, that very cage will lower itself onto the ring here and Joesef Gestapo and Mike Powers will fight it out for the T.V. title!!! What a match that should be....and also tonight, the GFWA Lightweight tournament continues with First Round matches....3 of 'em in fact!

Carlson: Right you are, King, but we've got so much more planned....so let's get to our first match of the night....

"Rockin'" Johnny Street vs. "ShowTime" Sam Sheets
(GFWA Lightweight Tournament-First Round Match)

O'Connell:  Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall, and is a first round match of the G.F.W.A. Lightweight Tournament.  Introducing first, from Brooklyn, NY; Standing 6 feet 1 inches tall and weighing in at 216 pounds, here is "ROCKIN" JOHNNY STREET!!!!!!!!!!!!

("Wake Up" by Korn, fills the arena when Street rushes down the aisle.  He receives a mixed reaction from the crowd, but looks to be indifferent.)

O'Connell:  And his opponent, from Green Valley, Arizona, standing 6 feet 1 inches tall and weighing in at 223 pounds, here is "SHOWTIME" SAM SHEETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

("Welcome To The Jungle" by GnR plays as Sam Sheets rushes down the aisle.  Once again, a mixed reaction, but Sheets is focused only on his opponent.)

Carlson: Theres the bell ,and our first one of the night is underway.  Sheets and Street for the first round of the tournament.  Looks like a pretty even match on paper, but Street gets the first move with a whip to the buckle, on but Sheetsdoes a standing leapfrog as Street follows in.Street runs smack into the corner, Sheets behind him now with a quick small package....1.....2..wait, Street reverses the leverage...1......2.and quick kickout by Showtime...Both men back up on their feet now,  Sheets with a big atomic drop, follows it up with a dropkick..Street staggers to the outside now and sheets slides under the bottom rope chasing him

Royce: This one started fast, two times there, it was almost the shortest match of recent history.

Carlson:  Sheets chasing Street around the outside now, no Street is stopping to wait for him..Here they go brawling on the outside, the referee is counting, but these two newcomers are plowing into each other out there.Street just whipped Sam to the guardrail, and now hes trying to choke him across the top of that steel banister..Wait about to shove his face into it, but Sam throws a hand out, gets the reversal, and Street eats the metal..That had to hurt..Sheets whipping Street over through the stairs now, and he slides back in the ring to break the count...

Royce: Vicious little guys, aren't they.I thought the brawlers were coming but later...

Carlson: When its for a crack at the title though, all the gloves have to come off...Street is getting back up on the outside now, but Sam is to the top rope,  flies off with a splash, but Street ducks him.Sam crashes hard against the mat, and that could be all she wrote..

Royce: this show contains graphic violence and bloodshed, may not be appropriate for our fragile little minds.Oh wait, we're getting something from the back..

(The scene shifts into a split screen mode, as the match continues, the little window shows Adam King and The Gestapo back in the locker room.  They seem to be watching the match with particular interest, but as they see the camera man coming up behind them,  Joesef and King immediately push him out of the room before slamming their door.)

Carlson:   What's up with that?  Seems like Gestapo and King were eyeing this one very carefully.

Royce:  Up to no good as usual I suspect.

Carlson:  Right you are, Sheets has to be hurting out there...Somehow, he's beginning to get up, but he's favoring his rib cage a bit.There goes Street back out after him, swooping down like a buzzard from that corner he was in...Sam sees him coming and dropkick, out of nowhere!!!!! Sam's got to be hurt, but he was playing the possum a bit there..very smart move by Showtime, and Street got clipped for it.

Royce:  For a young guy, that was a great demonstration of ring smarts..Kid has some potential, both of them actually.

Carlson:  Right, certainly don't underestimate Johnny Street either. Both men are back in the ring now, And Street seems to be recovered a little more than Showtime, obviously.Street, hammering right in on his chest, working that side Sam just landed on.that's exactly why Street is also a smart competitor, exploiting his weakness for the moment.a couple of kicks, and there's the double axe handle. Sam has to be in a lot of pain now..falls to the ground.. there's a nice elbow drop from Street, and it looks as though he's about to wrap it up..Sam Sheets doesn't look like he wants to get up anytime soon, and Johnny Street to the top rope.

Royce:  This is the end, beautiful friend..

Carlson:  Street off the top with a split legged moonsault, but....OWWW!  Sheets manages to get a boot up in just the right place at just the right time.

Royce:  Instead of Rockin, Johnny Street might wanna consider being an opera soprano after that one.

Carlson: Oh my god, How in the hell do you walk straight after that one..I guess we'll finds out soon..both men down, but Sheets is rolling over on top of Johnny Street, hooks the leg..1....2...3..ring the bell.

Royce:  There's your answer Bruce, a real man coudn't get up from that.  And there's your winner, "Showtime" Sam Sheets.

Carlson:  Wait a sec, King and Gestapo are out here now, just standing at the edge of the curtains as the music plays..Sheets sees them, and he throws his hands up in the air in a rather indifferent way. I can't really tell if that was a greeting, or a "what in the hell are you doing here"....Stoic faces from the Unstoppable ones here, and they disappear behind the curtains once again.

Royce: Probably something in between.

Carlson:  Ok folks, it's about time for our next contest, but while they clear the ring, the G.F.W.A. just wants to remind everyone that even though you may be Y2K compliant, you still can't escape the MELTDOWN.

The year 2000 is upon us....and now the threat of the Y2K bug has passed......or has it?
GFWA Y2K Meltdown, live on Pay-Per-View, January 23rd, 2000, live from Madison Square Garden, in New York City!!!
The Y2K bug can still.......bite ya!

(The scene fades back in from the promo.)

Carlson: We're back folks, and our reporters seem to be after a scoop in the locker room as we speak.

(The scene cuts to the back, where we see The Lethal Soldier and Derek Guild walking into an unmarked room somewhere backstage.  Other voices can be heard in the room, but the rumble of the crowd and theme music makes it impossible to recognize anyone who may be inside.  The Reporters knock at the door, but we hear LS yelling "Beat it!"  They knock once again, and we hear the sound of a heavy dead bolt being locked.)

Carlson: The Lethal Nation obviously in some sort of secret pow-wow backstage, more on this if we can later on.  We're about ready here for our next match....wait, something....somebody's coming out here, King....

(All of a sudden, Jostrodomus walks out on the rampway with no music. He's got a mic in his hand and stands on the ramp. Then, "I Am" by NAS kicks up inside the arena and Jos breaks out in a smile and walks down the ramp towards the ring.)

Carlson: That's Jostrodomus, but I....I don't see him on my schedule here....this is an unscheduled visit here....

Royce: I don't know, seems like he's got something to say, Bruce....

(Jostrodomus gets in the ring.)

Jostrodomus: Now...it would appear that I....have not gotten the recognition that I deserve....*crowd boos*

Carlson: Recognition? What....he's been in the league for like a week?

Jostrodomus: Now...I know that I can beat any man in the back...and I'm willing to prove that right here tonight....so....whoever you need to find here....send a referee down here....c'mon....

(A referee comes out from the back and makes his way down to the ring.)

Carlson: Well, is Jos just gonna fight the ref here....I don't understand what's going on here....

Royce: This is nuts...*laughs*

Jostrodomus: So glad you could make it, Mr. Referee....you get to be the one to count the "1, 2, 3" in this very special match....now you all get to see Jostrodomus become a champion here in the GFWA....*crowd starts to cheer a bit*

Carlson: A CHAMPION??? Who the heck is Jos gonna challenge here tonight???

Jostrodomus: So....I'm not gonna sit here and waste anymore of the taxpayers time....KIP KART, C'MON DOWN....YOU'RE THE NEXT CONTESTANT ON "GET YOUR ASS WHIPPED"....

(The crowd explodes as "Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against The Machine kicks up and Kart enters the arena with the Extreme title around his shoulder.)

Carlson: What's this??? Jostrodomus is challenge Kip Kart to a match here, King!!!

Royce: And it looks as if he's accepting, Bruce....what the hell is going on??? Kart has an Extreme title defense against Adam King on Rumble Saturday night.....what's he thinking???

(The scene quickly cuts to the back where Adam King is watching what's happening in the arena on a monitor backstage.)

Carlson: Speaking of the former Extreme champion, there he is, watching these procedings very carefully it would appear....

(The scene shifts back to the arena where Kart has gotten in the ring.)

Jostrodomus: Now, hold on there big fella....before we commence with the ass-whippin'....I don't want you to take this personal....it's just business....right?

(Before Kart can finish, Jostrodomus drops the microphone and runs at Kart.)

Carlson: And here we go now, the bell sounds and I guess this is an official match....Jos with Kart here....Jos swings....what???? Kart just....I think he just.....King???

Royce: I don't think Jos hit him, Bruce?? But Kart is pretending to be down here....and JOS IS PINNING HIM!!!!

Carlson: Here's the cover, and the count....1, 2, 3!!!!! We have a new Extreme champion, King!!!!! But I definately smell something fishy here....

Royce: It looks to me as if Kart took a dive, Bruce!

(Jostrodomus takes the belt and asks for a mic.)

Jostrodomus: I TOLD you it would be your time to fall, Kart....now.....for God sakes....let me help you up! *laughing*

Carlson: Look at this!!! Both Jos and Kart are laughing here!!!! They've embraced in the ring!!!! Kart has the mic!!!!

Kip Kart: You see, just when you think you have us figured out.....BAM! We do a flip and you never know what'll happen....King, this is the man you're gonna hafta face at Rumble for the Extreme title....because I've had enough of your lame ass....I've beaten you once....I don't have to prove nothing to nobody, and this belt don't mean shit to me.....oh, and before I go, let me introduce you all to the NEWEST member of the Silencers....JOSTRODOMUS, the NEW GFWA Extreme Champion!!!!!

("Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against The Machine kicks up as Jos and Kart embrace again and start to leave the ring, laughing together as Jos carries the Extreme belt off on his shoulder.)

Carlson: Well, it's true! Kart and Josh have duped us all here and Jostrodomus is the NEW GFWA Extreme champ, King!

Royce: This is unbelieveable....I think this is the fastest rise to a title any GFWA wrestler has ever had!! I'm shocked!

(All of a sudden, "Guerilla Radio" cuts off, followed closely by "Testify" by Rage Against The Machine kicking up and the crowd erupting as Adam King enters the arena. He's carrying a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire with him. Kart and Josh stop midway up the ramp.)

Carlson: It's The Awesome One, King!!! I'm sure he saw what went down and he cannot be happy!

Royce: Look, he's got a weapon with him, I think Kart and Josh just had their exit cut off!!! King's gotta mic, Bruce....

Adam King: Well....*swinging the bat*...well....well....what in the hell is all this crap?  You guys bring in Jostrodomus just to keep Kart from facing me on Rumble?  What kind of bitch move is that?  Look, Kart, you're just scared.  I know it, you know it, and everyone involved in the GFWA knows it.  You know that I'm just going to pin your sorry ass 1-2-3 for the belt that belongs to ME.  You and everyone else know that if you and me were even in the same arena as one another, I'd search you out and f*ckin' end your career! *swings the bat some more* I'll get you sooner or later, Kart.  But Jostrodomus, when you step in that ring with me, it'll be like standing in front of a speeding train.  Now don't you wimp out of the match either, because one way or another I'm getting that Extreme Title back...and I don't care if I have to go through all The Silencers to do it.  That's not a threat, guys...and that's not a promise....that's "Simply Awesome".  I guess I'll see YOU Jostrodomus, you Powerplant reject, on Rumble......

(King turns around to leave and Kart and Josh wait a moment.)

Carlson: Some big words from the former Extreme champ, King....wait!!! King has turned back around and his headed for Kart and Josh!!! They see him here!!! Kart and Josh are headed for higher ground, exiting through the crowd!!!! King's in the crowd after them!!!! They're fighting to the back it looks like, through the arena!!!!

Royce: Man!!! King looks pissed here, I hope he doesn't take out Josh or Kart with that bat!

Carlson: Man, oh man, what a volitile situation we have on our hands here.....well, it's about time for our next match here on Thursday Mayhem....let's get to the action here as Heather O'Connell is in the center of the ring ready to announce the competitors....Heather?

Dark Angel vs. Ghostface
(GFWA Lightweight Tournament-First Round Match)

O'Connell: Ladies and gentlemen, the following first round matchup in the GFWA Lightweight Tournament is set for one-fall... Introducing first, from New York City, NY... standing at 6 feet 1 inches tall, and weighing an even 200 pounds... Dark ANGEL!!!

("Beg From Me" by koRn kicks up as blacklights fill the arena and Dark Angel makes his way to the ring.)

O'Connell: And his opponent... standing at 5 feet 11 inches, and weighing 215 pounds... he.. is... GHOSTFACE!!!

("Sleepy Hollow" plays as Ghostface comes to the ring. He gets in and the bell is rung to begin the match...)

Carlson: Alright, here we go! Winner advances to the next round of the Lightweight tourney...

Royce: Poor Sean Casey... *sniffs* I'm gonna miss that guy...

Carlson: Speak for yourself, King... Both these men very technically sound athletes... here's a drop toe hold from the standing position by Dark Angel...

Royce: I like Dark Angel, he's very heads-up... unless I were you, Bruce, then I'd always keep my head down. *laughs*

Carlson: No wonder we don't normally let on during Mayhem! *laughs* Surfboard quickly applied by DA, but Ghostface had no troubles getting out ot that hold... both men standing, collar-and-elbow tie up, DA to the ropes with Ghostface stading... Crossbody block! Great impact on that move, and DA goes for the cover...1...2. and a quick shoulder up.

Royce: Barely a two-count there!

Carlson: DA picking up Ghostface now...

Royce: I wanna remind people that when we refer to DA, we don't mean Daryl Armstrong, we mean Dark Angel...

Carlson: You interrupted me for THAT!?

Royce: Um... yes. *laughs*

Carlson: *sigh* Anyways, both men tied-up, go behind by DA... Nice atomic drop!... Ghostface staggering abit, DA comes up.. OH MY! Flying headscissors! DA with another cover...1...2.. no, just a two count!

Royce: DA is really smart, he knows where he's at in the ring at all times...

Carlson: I'll drink to that, King...

Royce: That's because you're an alcoholic... *laughs*

Carlson: ....... okay, anyways, back to the match! Both men standing, kick to the mid-section by DA, but Ghost blocks it, spins DA's leg around.. both facing each other... Ghostface... X-FACTOR!!! Great move there... Ghostface with the cover...1...2.. no sir!

Royce: I'm surprised that that Facebuster didn't knock Dark Angel out! WOW!

Carlson: DA still in a bit of a daze here as Ghostface brings him to his feet... DA on his feet... WOW! Only to be brought back down with a Spinning Heel Kick! Here's the cover! 1...2.. NO!

Royce: I think that Ghostface is tryin' to play a few headgames... That move was not based on just physical offense.

Carlson: DA still down here... Ghostface is going to the top here... wasting a bit of time... he's perched... here he goes... NOO!! Missed the Senton Bomb!!

Royce: Dark Angel just BARELY got out of the way just then...

Carlson: DA standing up now...

Royce: Probably playing possum. He had lots of time to recover.

Carlson: DA, putting the boots to a downed Ghostface here... head-esteem...Seated Dropkick!! Ghostface's down...

Royce: Now DARK ANGEL is going to the top!

Carlson: DA perched, he's ready!! SENTON BOMB!! And he landed it!! WOW!!

Royce: I could hear Dark Angel... he said, "Let me show you how it's done!"before he laneded that...

Carlson: And he does show him! What a move!

Royce: He's not going for the cover... what an idiot!

Carlson: Nope, but I do know what he's going for...Ghostface getting up, stumbling around... and stumbles RIGHT INTO COMPLETE DARKNESS!!!! The modified Dragon Sleeper is applied!!... AND THAT'S IT, THE REF'S SEEN ENOUGH!!! DARK ANGEL ADVANCES IN THE TOURNAMENT!!

Royce: Wow! I am impressed with Dark Angel!!

Carlson: Now Dark Angel going for the mic... what does HE have to say?

Dark Angel: The beginning of the end for GFWA is tonight!! Tonight, the most powerful duo will come together and form the most indestructable force in GFWA history!!

("Beg For Me" plays and the lights go out. The lights remain off for a few moments, then fireworks blast from the ring posts and from the ceiling, Morpheus is descending.)

Dark Angel: My master, Morpheus, is here to join me in world domination, starting with GFWA!!

Morpheus: Tonight is only the beginning, soon you will find out what else we have in store for all of you!! Dark Angel will destroy the Light Heavyweight Division, then, together, we will reek havoc on the tag team ranks. Beware, because the Deadly Sins are coming after you!!

("Beg For Me" plays and the lights go out for many minutes. When they come back on, no one is in the ring.)

Carlson: WOW! King, did you just see that?

Royce: Seeing.. but sure not believing! *laughs* Morpheus has hooked up with his "student" Dark Angel... match made in Hell if you ask me! *laughs*

Carlson: Indeed, King, well we need to step away for this quick commercial break, but more hot Thursday Mayhem action is coming your way right after this!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

(The scene fades back into the arena from the commercial break.)

Carlson: We're back here on Thursday Mayhem....well King, we're about ready now for our next match....

(Suddenly the crowd goes crazy with boos and some cheers.)

Royce: What the heck is going on, Bruce?

Carlson: We're getting word, King, that TMR and Master Rudolph are in the building!! They're inside the arena, making their way down to the front row here, let's see if we can't pick them up.....

(The camera pans the crowd, back and forth, until finally settling on the threesome, making their way down to the front row amidst the throng of fans trying to touch the men. GFWA security are surrounding the three as they near the front row.)

Carlson: Indeed!! There they are, The Master Race is back inside the arena and at a GFWA-sanctioned event!

Royce: I've gotta get the scoop on this, Bruce!!! I'll be right back!!!

(King Royce gets up from his broadcast location and gets a microphone. As soon as he gets do where TMR and Rudolph are at, King Royce approaches them.)

Royce: TMR!! Rudolph!!! Welcome to the Great Western Forum tonight!! It's your first night back in the GFWA....we all thought you were gone for good after Cardan suspended you!

Hans von Schopenhauer: Well well well...Guess what. it didn't work!  Cardan, we're only a few more steps away from coming back in full force.  You know what that means, don't you?  That means a second coming, the real return of The Lords, and it's no big revelation, but every knee shall bow.  That includes you, that includes,  anyone associated with you, and that certainly includes Scrounge and Mutt-Boy, who walked away with our belts.How's that back doing, Grunge?    You still having problems with that knee, T-Dogg?  In the fifteen minutes since we were shoved out the door of this federation, you two have done a first class job of turning the tag team division into a total mockery..It ends soon though.  We effectively ended T2SF, and we dismantled anyone else thrown our direction..Time and time again, we raised the standards, and we became the champions that could bring some dignity to the federation; a light among the darkness of the dimmest: The Biggunns, The Mike Powerses, The Chaoses,, I could go on and on, but I'd probably just confuse you...The second coming is near, G.F.W.A.  And now, it's time to atone for your sins against The Master Race.

Lars von Schopenhauer: And for the record, I just want to thank the new establishment around here; our old friend President Matt "Skarrphace" McLean, and  Commissioner Mason Carlisle...They've done everything in their power to help end the injustice, and their consideration will be remembered.  We shall overcome, and as soon as we do....we've got a blood thirst to quench, and a lust for gold to gratify...If anyone is stupid enough to get in our way,  and I mean ANYONE out there, they will be dealt with harshly. Thanks to the services of our brilliant attorney, it's only a matter of time before the G.F.W.A. welcomes us with open arms, just as the new administration has done.  When that day comes, just understand that hell on earth has arrived to consume you...and we've had plenty of time to work up an appetite...Those of you who would claim the lords are  dying, look around you..You didn't kill us, so ou made us stronger.and if you thought we were dangerous, if you thought we were fascist, if you thought we were the most arrogant success story in the history of G.F.W.A....we'll surprise you.  We're going above and beyond anything, or anyone you can possibly imagine...The race can now continue, because The Master Race is marching on!!!!!!!!

Rudolph: THUS SPOKE THE LORDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, be gone!

Royce: Umm...alright, back to you, Bruce!

Carlson: Way to get the scoop, King! Well, let's keep the action going with our next match of the night...it's another First Round match in the GFWA Lightweight Tournament as "The Main Event" Brad Robinson goes toe-to-toe with "The Str8 Killa" Ricky Green! Heather O'Connell is in the center of the ring now with the intros...Heather?

"The Main Event" Brad Robinson vs. "The Str8 Kila" Ricky Green
(GFWA Lightweight Tournament-First Round Match)

O'Connell:  Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall, and is a first round match of the G.F.W.A. Lightweight tournament. Introducing first, from Greensboro, North Carolina; Standing 5"11, weighing in at 220 pounds, here is  "STR8 KILLA" RICKY GREEN!!!!!!!!!!!!

("Guerrilla Radio" fills the arena when Green rushes down the aisle.)

O'Connell:  And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada; standing 6"5, weighing in at 220 pounds, here is "THE MAIN EVENT" BRAD ROBINSON!!!!!!!!!!!!

("Machinehead", by Bush plays as Robinson storms the ring.  Once again, a mixed reaction, but Robinson is focused only on his opponent.)

Carlson:  There's our bell, and Ricky Green wastes no time going for the lockup with Robinson, .whip to the ropes, attempted clothesline, Robinson ducks, but Green spins around out of nowhere with a savate kick, and he catches Brad in the back of the head..nice setup, and great agility shown by Ricky Green...Robinson back to his feet, Green goes after him for a suplex, but Brad gets the reverse with a handful of tights.  Nice move by Brad Robinson there, but he's already up for the showboating..

Royce:  Good grief, pay attention to the match, not the girls damnit.

Carlson:  He failed to capitalize there, and Green is quickly back to his feet, Green catches him off guard, front facelock, and there'' a running spike slam..Great telegraph there by Ricky Green, and he's back in control of the match.. Green with a quick cover now, forgot to hook the leg..1.......2 and easy kick out by Robinson.

Royce:  C'mon kid, don't half ass it, you could have won there.

Carlson:  Brad back up now, both men locked up, Ricky with a bodyslam.follows it up with a few well placed stomps...hits the ropes, somersault legdrop!..Nice move by Green, .now he's dragging Robinson back up.Robinson with an elbow to the gut, he moves in for an armbar, but Green takes control and turns it into a hip toss..Robinson quickly ack up, but Green with a dropkick and he's right back down...

Royce:  Robinson can't muster too much in the way off offense out there tonight..Should've done his homework before this one.

Carlson: Green whips Brad Robinson to the buckles now, right back in there, and Bronco Buster!

Royce: yippie kai yai yeh...

Carlson:  delivered with authority by Green, and Brad Robinson looks winded.Green whips him across the ring to the other corner, Robinson connects head on shortly before hitting the mat hard...uh oh, Green's up top..Robinson getting back to his feet, but he doesn't notice, he turns around, and Ricky Green flies halfway across the ring with a body press..Big splash nails The Main Event..there's the cover, 1....2......3!!! It's over.  Looks like The Str8 Killa advances to the second rou...What the hell? Here come Lethal Soldier and Guild, storming the ring!!  LS with a chair, Guild has a..a..MY GOD!!!.. that looks something like a cat-o-nine tails!!!!???  It is..

Royce:  looks like things are about to get pretty medieval around here.

Carlson:  LS is right in there nailing Green with the chair as he gets up to celebrate...Two or three chair shots and Green is out of it.  Guild with that nasty looking cousin to a plain old whip out there, and he just brought it down across a fallen Robinson's  upper body...LS drops the chair, picks up Green and pins his arms in a full nelson style..Guild takes the clue, picks up the chair, and brings it right across Green's face..LS  lets go, and Green falls limply to the ground..The crowd out here is booing the hell out of the Lethal Nation right now.

Royce:  What in the hell is going on???

(Out of seemingly nowhere, pyrotechnics erupt from the other end of the aisle as "Anthem For The Year 2000" begins to play.  The Heavyweight Champion, The Biggunn, walks down the aisle with a smirk on his face.)

Royce:  Ok, that explains a lot.

Carlson:  Ok, this is getting interesting...What's going on now?

(Biggunn enters the ring and looks out across the crowd as he grabs a mic.  Meanwhile, LS and Guild roll the beaten Green and Robinson out of the ring, and onto the mat outside.)

Biggunn:  Good job fellas, they were a waste of broadcast time anyway....G.F.W.A., PAY ATTENTION!!!!  THE WAVE OF THE FUTURE, THE BIG2K JUST GOT EVEN BIGGER..AND A LOT MORE LETHAL!!!!!!  AT THIS TIME, I GIVE YOU OUR NEWEST MEMBERS:  SIMPLY FAST DEREK GUILD AND THE LETHAL SOLDIER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND SILENCERS, LET THIS BE AN EXAMPLE TO YOU. BIGGUNN IS THE LAW AROUND HERE, AND YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!!!!!!!!!!!

(The trio exchange high fives as the music resumes.)

Carlson:  What a development this is: The Lethal Nation has joined BiG2k!!!!!  I'm still not exactly sure why they had to ambush the lightweight match, but nonetheless, what a way to make an impression felt..Ladies and Gentlemen, we're getting medical attention out here for Brad Robinson and Ricky Green.....it's about time now for our next match.....so Green and Robinson are taken care of, let's quickly send it to Heather O'Connell for the next match!!

The Silencers vs. The Reactor
(Regular Rules Tag Match)

O'Connell: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Tag Team contest is set for one-fall... making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 495 pounds... Kip Kart!... The Wet Lunatic!... the SILENCERS!!!

("Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine plays as Kip Kart and The Wet Lunatic make their way to the ring.)

O'Connell: Their opponents... at a combined weight of 558 pounds... Jaff Watkins!... Joshua Isaacs!... The REACTOR!!!

("Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica plays as bright white strobe lights fill the stage. Both men walk to the ring and the match gets underway..)

Carlson: And here we go! Isaacs and Kart starting this thing off...

Royce: The Wet Lunatic and Jeff Watkins are exchanging words across the ring... this match is gonna be Hell!

Carlson: Watch your mouth...

Royce: Hey! *laughs*

Carlson: Watkins and Lunatic hook things up here... both men not giving an inch, Isaacs with an obvious power advantage here... here's a hammerlock by Isaacs, reversed by Kart.. goes to the armbar...coming around, NAILED with a short-arm clothesline by Isaacs!

Royce: That's power, Bruce!

Carlson: Now Isaacs picking up Kart, sending him the the Reactor's corner, Kart's been isolated... Lunatic trying to come in, but being held off by the ref...

Royce: Which is why Kart's being double teamed!

Carlson: The Reactor putting the boots to Kip Kart here, the former Extreme Champion, dethroned just tonight...

Royce: Yeah, because he took a dive!

Carlson: Well, in any case, The ref finally telling Jeff Watkins to get back to his corner, but the damage's been done... Kart staggering a bit here, Isaacs picks him up! Sidewalk Slam! Here's the cover...1...2.. and The Wet Lunatic breaks up the count. Watkins trying to come in, but the ref cuts him off...

Royce: Now Lunatic going off on Isaacs and the ref's not looking at it! And LOOK! Kart's up, too! Another double-team!

Carlson: Turnabout's fair play, King! Ref busy with Jeff Watkins and The Silencers have Joshua Isaacs in their corner... Kart makes a legal tag, and now The Wet Lunatic the legal man for The Silencers...

Royce: Geez!! Someone establish some order here!!

Carlson: The Silencers both in the ring, nice doubleteam verticle suplex by The Silencers... the ref now ordering LUNATIC OUT OF THE RING!?

Royce: He didn't see the tag!

Carlson: Now The Wet Lunatic arguing with the ref... NOW the legal tag's been made...

Royce: Why didn't Lunatic just shut up and make the tag? Now he's got the ref pissed off!

Carlson: WATCH your MOUTH!

Royce: What!? *laughs* You're gonna get it, Bruce...

Carlson: Lunatic with Issacs now... still no tag between the Reactor members... Issacs a bit tired... scoop slam by Lunatic, now Lunatic head-esteem, and a leg drop! A cover applied... 1...2... nope...

Royce: A page out of the Hulk Hogan playbook there!

Carlson: Who??

Royce: Oh, forgot, a bit before your time... *laughs*

Carlson: I guess so! Lunatic wanting a faster count, letting the ref know...

Royce: The Silencers aren't doing a good job of getting the ref on their side!

Carlson: Lunatic, looking a bit frustrated, picks up Isaacs, sends him to the corner... what!? He sent him to the wrong corner!

Royce: He sent them to The Reactor's corner!? *laughs* Wow! What an idiot! And Isaacs, of course, makes a tag!

Carlson: Kip Kart yellin' at The Lunatic, tellin' him to calm down! Lunatic letting his frustration get the better of him, and it was evident just now... Lunatic and Watkins, toe to toe here... hiptoss by The Wet Lunatic, follows it up with an elbow, cover 1... and a kick out.

Royce: Watkins is the freshest man out there! It's gonna take a bit more then a hiptoss and elbow to keep him down...

Carlson: Lunatic makes a smart move and tags in Kip Kart... here's the doubleteam, Silencers sending Watkins to the ropes, here it goes... kick to the midsection... setting Watkins up...

Royce: Looks like trouble, Bruce!

Carlson: Here it is!... 3-D!! DOUBLE NECKBREAKER!! LUNATIC FENDING OFF ISAACS! Here's the cover!... 1...2...3!!!!!!! IT'S OVER!! THE SILENCERS GET THE VICTORY OVER THE REACTOR!!!

("Guerilla Radio" kicks up in the arena as The Silencers celebrate their victory)

Carlson: A great win for The Silencers on this edition of Mayhem! Folks, we'll be back after this! Don't go anywhere!!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

(The scene fades back in from commercial.)

Carlson: Well, folks, we are about ready here for the start of our next matchup....it's Tommy "The Destructor" Dreamer versus "Awesome" Adam King....so let's head over to Heather O'Connell....

Tommy "The Destructor" Dreamer vs. "Awesome" Adam King
(Extreme Rules Match)

O'Connell:  Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Buffalo, New York; Standing 6"2, weighing in at 227 pounds, here is "THE DESTRUCTOR" TOMMY DREAMER!!!!!!!!!!!!

("Blue" by Eiffel 65 plays as a determined lookng Dreamer walks down the aisle.)

O'Connell:  And his opponent hails from Pittsburg, Pennsylvania; standing 6"4, weighing in at 268 pounds, he is "AWESOME" ADAM KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

("Testify" by RATM erupts as King marches intently down the aisle.)

Carlson: Well, it looked like this one was going to get right underway, but is seems like King has something to say.

Adam King:  Dreamer, before I kick your ass back to Never-Never Land,  I have one more little piece of business to deal with.  Right about now, I want to introduce all of you out there to a gentleman who is doing a great service to democratic justice, the American way, and especially to the Global Fantasy Wrestling Association.  This man is as extreme in the court room as I am in the ring, and he is the reason why you will all soon be graced by the return of The Mater Race!!!

(The crowd immediately starts booing.)

Adam King:  Ladies and Gentlemen, help me give a shout out to the man himself, the epitome of legal beagles, Mr. Ronnie Cochran, attorney at law!!!!!!

(The spotlight pans the audience and focuses in on a professional looking gentleman in a sharp black suit. There are two empty seats beside him. Cochran tilts his glasses and waves to the crowd while flashing a brief crocodile smile.The audience, apparently not impressed, begins a  chant of  "Die Yuppie scum" amongst the noise of jeering and unmentionable comments.   Still grinning, Cochran quickly sits back down in his seat as as the light fades out.)

Royce: Absence certainly hasn't made the fans grow fonder of Hans and Lars Von Schopenhauer, but there's the bell, and this one is right underway...King and Dreamer lock it up.it's a tug of war at first, and it looks like a clean break, but no, King plants a boot in Dreamer's midsection before whipping him into a short clothesline..King follows it up with an elbow drop, goes for the quick cover, 1....2.and easy kick out by Dreamer...Both men back to their feet now, they lock it up, and this time Dreamer comes out on top, moving king down into a headlock..

Carlson: This Dreamer has proven himself to be an impressive newcomer so far, but this is exactly what he has to do...He has to wear King out if he wants to hope for a win here tonight..

Royce:  Certainly you have to admire his nerve in challenging a man like Adam King so early..This guy is ambitious, but lets just hope ambition doesn't lead to an early burnout.

Carlson: Well, he's doing a good job so far, working King in a vice-like grip, trying to wear him down and take control of the match..wait a second, Dreamer maneuvers the headlock into a sleeper, and it could be a quick out here..No, king grabs the ropes, Dreamer breaks the hold, but king comes back with an elbow to hurry him up! King is back up now, couple of chops to the midsection there, and a double axe handle across the shoulder blade!...King with a tackle like move, and he just plowed Dreamer over into the corner, against that buckle with a snap...King, series of chops, 1,2,3,4,5,6..he backs it off, and Dreamer falls to the ground. King is up to the second buckle now, flies off with a leg drop, but Dreamer rolls out of the way with no time to spare...King busted it on the mat now, and dreamer is back to his feet.

Royce:  Maybe Cochran can get King to file a suit over the pain and suffering caused when Dreamer rolled out of the way.

Carlson:  Anything for a buck, I guess.Dreamer bringing King back up with him, king still sorta dazed.Dreamer with a series of chops, pummeling the awesome one..Dreamer bounces off the ropes, looks like a body press, but King sees him coming, ..catches him midair, and snaps him across in a backbreaker!.Goes for the cover1......2......and no, close kickout by Dreamer.

Royce: I don't know how he got out of that cover, but great determination by the newcomer there..It's been a see-aw matchup, back and forth, but one mistake is all you need to make with a man like Adam King.

Carlson:  Dreamer still down, but King seems to be sensing a swing in the matchup here...Scoops dreamer up and tosses him over the top ropes...Dreamer lands hard on the mat there, and Adam King goes outside after him...King picking up a chair,  and brings it down across Dreamer's back...Dragging Dreamer back to his feet now, but The Destructo rakes his eyes...King breaks the grip, and Dreamer instinctively shoves king Back into the steel steps...King lands backwards on the stairs as they crash back against the guardrail..King in a heap under those stairs, but Dreamer is still hurting from that fall also, but he moves in on King..

Royce:  Watch the cheetah as he stalks his prey...

Carlson:  Dreamer standing over King, whoa, slaps him in the face..Dreamer goes to punch King, but he dodged, Dreamer catches a fist full of steel, and King grabs him by the arm.

Royce:  Nearly takes that arm out of the socket there, I bet Tommy Dreamer didn't know he was going to the chiropractor tonight.

Carlson:  King looks livid out there, he's just twisting on that arm right now.

Royce:  Wrong move slapping King like that, but I have a feeling Dreamer is about to learn that the hard way.

Carlson: King yanks Dreamer over to the steps, and slams him face first down into the steel...AND AGAIN!!!!  AND AGAIN!!!!  King is going ballistic out there!!!  Wait, this time, it was the steel post, and Dreamer is busted wide open...King with the chair now, jamming it into the throat, literally trying to choke Dreamer out with the butt of that chair..Ok, I think he's had enough of that now..Dreamer looking pretty busted up out there right now...King standing over him, brings his hand up like he's going to slap him across the face, looks down at the blood and decides to kick him instead.

Royce:  Doesn't wanna dirty his hands, how fitting for royalty I suppose.

Carlson:  King in total control of this one now, picks Dreamer up, and oh my god, powerbomb on the outside..

Royce: this is the end, beautiful friend....

Carlson: King shoving Dreamer back inside the ring, climbs back in himself, has him in the corner, and it's about that time now..Sets him up, SIMPLY AWESOME!!! Dreamer hits the mat, and King covers, hooks a leg, 1....2......3!!!!! Ring a bell, its over.

Royce: I think Dreamer's bell got rang back there on the outside.

Carlson: Well, it was a valiant effort out there by Tommy Dreamer, but Adam King is too bent on redemption this week..  You better believe he's sending a message to Kip Kart right now.  Dreamer unsuccessful tonight, but I'm sure we'll be hearing much more from this young superstar in the near future.  It's almost time for our main event now, and I understand Denise Lopez is backstage with Joesef Gestapo.

(The scene shifts to the backstage interview area.)

Denise Lopez:  Thank you Bruce, I'm here right now with Joesef Gestapo who is about to step into the steel cage with Mike Powers.  If he is successful tonight, The Gestapo becomes the first three time TV title holder in GFWA history.  Mike Powers, of course has other plans, and I was just wondering how you plan to approach this match tonight, Mr. Gestapo.

Gestapo:  Approach is the wrong word. Assault is much more appropriate.  I'm walking in there tonight, and Mike Powers isn't...bottom line.Now, If you'll excuse me, I have to go make believers out of all those Franchise fans.

(The Gestapo walks off as Denise Lopez resumes speaking.)

Lopez: We know Adam King was unstoppable this evening, but will the same hold true for The Gestapo?  It's just about time to find out, so I'll send it back to you Bruce.

(The scene cuts back to the arena, where the steel cage has been erected around the ring.)

Carlson: Indeed it's time for the main event of the evening....so let's send it to Heather O'Connell, she's ready to introduce our Main Event!! Heather?

Mike Powers vs. Joesef Gestapo
(GFWA Television Title Match-Steel Cage Rules)

O'Connell: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one-fall, and is for the GFWA Television Title!... Introducing first, from Auschwitz, Germany... standing 6 feet 11 inches tall, and weighing 315 pounds... he is a member of The Lords of the Fourth Reich... Joesef GESTAPO!!!

("Asche Zu Asche" by Rammstein kicks up as Gestapo makes his way to the ring, greetes by a few boos...)

O'Connell: His opponent... From The Bronx.. standing 6 feet 5 inches tall, and weighing 278 pounds.. he is the GFWA Television Champion, and a member of The Franchise... Mike POWERS!!!

("The Rocwilder" by Redman and Method Man kicks up as a gold light fills the stage... Powers runs to the ring and gets in the cage with purpose...)

Carlson: And here we go, GFWA Tag Title on the line... both men exchanging blows here!

Royce: And remember, The Master Race is here at ringside, but they can't do anything! That cage is LOCKED!!

Carlson: Right you are, King! And look at 'em go! Trading blows to the face! Another! Another! And finally a rake to the eyes of Powers and Gestapo takes the advantage!

Royce: Typical L4R fashion... *laughs*

Carlson: Gestapo, taking Powers, throwing him head first into the cage!!

Royce: That was just sheer adrenaline!

Carlson: Powers ALREADY busted open here, King, and things not looking good for the Franchise member. Powers on the ground, Gestapo picks him up.. and DOES IT AGAIN!!

Royce: Gestapo is throwin' Powers like a ragdoll!

Carlson: That's twice now that Mike Powers has had his head thrown into that chainlink cage!

Royce: He's is busted WIDE open, and look at Gestapo, he's laughin' it up!

Carlson: Gestapo now, bringing Powers to his feet. lifts him up...Jackhammer Slam!

Royce: He's not even trying to win the match, he's just kicking some ass!

Carlson: WATCH YOUR...

Royce: I know, I know... this is Mayhem, and I can't cuss... *laughs*

Carlson: You're right, though, Gestapo just out to prove a point... Gestapo standing with Powers, goes for the left, but IT'S BLOCKED! Powers, mounting an offense! Fists to the midsection here... Powers sending Gestapo to the ropes, here comes Gestapo, WOW!! OH MY GOD! That clothesline just about took off the head of Mike Powers!!

Royce: So much for mounting an offense... *laughs*

Carlson: I'd say!... Gestapo, grinding his foot into the face of Mike Powers here... this is terrible!

Royce: Hey, when you're that damn good, you're that damn good! *laughs*

Carlson: Powers in a bad, bad way here... Now Powers again being brought to his feet by Gestapo... Gestapo trying for ar armdrag, but POWERS REVERSES! Reverse Russian Leg Sweep!!

Royce: Hey, there's Mike Powers! I was wonderin' where he went!

Carlson: Powers now stomping away at Gestapo here... remember, the first one up and over the cage is the winner and Television Champion... Powers bringing Gestapo to his feet, Gestapo tries to sneak in a punch, but it's blocked... Verticle Suplex by Powers!

Royce: Hey! Powers could win this thing!

Carlson: Of course he can, King, it's anyone's game at this point... Powers is going for the top!! He's on his way, Gestapo's getting up... AWWW!!! Low blow by Gestapo while Powers was climbing the cage!! Powers falls back down to the canvas!

Royce: THUD!! *laughs hysterically*

Carlson: Oh, REAL funny, King... Now the match in Gestapo's hands after the great equalizer... Gestapo shwing off a bit... can't imagine why... Joesef putting the boots to Mike Powers, the L4R member with a big advantage here... Gestapo now picking up Powers here... Powers trying a short-arm clothesline, but Gestapo ducks it.... SILENT TREATMENT!!!! OH MY GOD, THE SILENT TREATMENT'S BEEN APPLIED!!!!!! THIS THING COULD BE OVER!!!

Royce: Look at Powers, he's out cold!

Carlson: NO KIDDING!!! GESTAPO HAS IT ON TIGHT!! He's not letting go, King!!

Royce: Powers could need medical attention after this punishment!

Carlson: Power still bleeding, and this is not helping! Look at Gestapo, he's laughing!!

Royce: He's STILL GOT IT ON!

Carlson: This was Powers's match for a little bit until the low-blow!! NOW Gestapo releases the hold, and Powers falls to the mat. He's out COLD!

Royce: It's elementary from here on out! *sniff, sniff* I smell a new TV Champion!

Carlson: Up goes Gestapo to the top of the cage, gets to the other side..and DROPS DOWN!! THAT'S IT!! WE HAVE A NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!!!

("Asche Zu Asche" kicks up as Adam King runs down the ramp to celebrate the victory with Gestapo)

Carlson: And look! The Master Race is coming over the railings to celebrate!! And Adam King, down from the back!!!!!! King, this is the first time we've seen L4R totally together in a while!!

Royce: What a Kodak Moment!! And look at Mike Powers!!

Carlson: Yeah, the EMTs are coming down as we speak... no no!! NO!! Adam King just POWERBOMBED one of the EMTs!! This is awful!!!!!!!!!

Royce: Man, what carnage!!!!! I gotta come to Mayhem more often!!!

Carlson: We are totally out of time!! A new TV champ, and a badly hurt Mike Powers raps up this edition of Thursday Mayhem, so for Heather O'Connell, Denise Lopez, and our special guest King Royce, this is Bruce Carlson saying so long from Inglewood, California, where this has been a presentation of GFWA: FOR SERIOUS E-FED WRESTLERS ONLY!! GOODNIGHT FROM THE GREAT WESTERN FORUM, AND WE'LL SEE YOU IN SEATTLE FOR RUMBLE!!!

(The scene fades out as King, Gestapo, TMR and Rudolph all are walking up the ramp together, celebrating. Gestapo is holding his hand in the symbol "3" as the camera focuses on that. Then the scene goes directly to a shot of the GFWA logo on the G-Tron....

....as it fades out, the scene for the next television program kicks in.)