Thursday Night Shadows
July 7, 2005

(The scene opens up in a pitch black room with a single spotlight in the center. After a few seconds of silence SCWF World Heavyweight Champion BlackJack Knife steps into the light, and the Arkansas fans go absolutely crazy. The light reflects off the gold on BlackJack's shoulder as he begins to speak.)

BlackJack: "The Born Winner" has arrived in the ICEWF! And all week, I’ve been asked the same question over and over again. Are you going to fight Cowboy Joe Derington? Hell, I even got a phone call from President Bush about it! It seems that everyone wants to see the match happen Champion vs Champion to determine who is the true top dog here in the ICEWF.

(Crowd starts chanting BlackJack's name.)

BlackJack: Well, Derington, I tell you what, let’s have a little wager to settle the matter. If you should happen to win your match tonight, I will face you at Cold Day in Arkansas, not only that, I’ll allow you to choose any stipulation you like for the match. However, if you fail to register a victory, I feel it would be the honourable thing for you to just admit you don’t deserve the title and vacate it.

(Crowd explodes in approval.)

BlackJack: No longer will I have to decide which shoulder to display my belt on, so Derington, enjoy your time being the champ, because thanks to me, it’ll be the last time you ever hold that title!

(The scene cuts to the inside of the Rainbow of Hope Children's Home Gymnasium and the lights in the arena go dim. "Shadows of the Night" by Pat Benatar blasts over the P.A. system. Silhouettes dance on a big spotlight at the top of the ramp. The Arkansas state flag drops in front of the spotlight and the fans go crazy. The camera pans through the fans sitting in folding chairs, at least half of them holding a Maxx Harold sign, until it stops at the ringside announce table with

Bary Sparks and The

American Bulldog standing by.)

American Bulldog: Good evening everyone, alongside "The Real Outlaw"

Bary Sparks I am the American Bulldog. BlackJack Knife is here! And Welcome to the return of edition of Thursday Night Shadows, the crowd here is absolutely going crazy.

Bary Sparks: Pimpin' ain't easy Bulldog and neither was getting tickets to this event here in Paragould. Fans have been camped outside this gym here ever since the announcement of this once in a lifetime event.

American Bulldog: This has got to be the hottest place in the entire state tonight Bary.

Bary Sparks: I think we can blame that on the lack of air conditioning in this building Bulldog.

American Bulldog: Very true Bary, very true. what a show we have in store tonight, but why waste anymore time let's send this puppy to the ring!

ICEWF faithful ring announcer, Norman Bailer, is standing in the middle of the ring with microphone in hand.

Norman Bailer- Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming the co-owner of Icewf and active president of current affairs, "Ice Cold" Josh Johnson!

The crowd erupts in a chorus of boo followed quickly by a "You're not cool" chant. Song 2 by Blur blasts over the PA system and out walks Brooke Chadderton. She attempts to quiet down the crowd with no luck. Out walks Ice Cold and she turns to him and claps. He takes a drink out of a bottle of Zima as he looks around the crowd with a look of shock on his face. He then flips of the crowd and begins to laugh. He takes Brooke in his arms and the two walk down the ramp together towards the ring. Once in the ring Norman does his best kiss ass face and greets Ice and Brooke with open arms. Ice Cold pats him on the back before taking his microphone away.

Ice Cold- Well...well...well... so this is Arkansas, huh? Statistically the dumbest state in all of America.

He pauses as the crowd boos.

Ice Cold- Well, I guess all of that imbreeding has finally caught up to you after all. Not only is everyone in here completely ingnorant, you've all got a fat ass and have at least half your teeth missing. But just because all of you are fat, ugly, and stupid, it doesn't make you bad people. And that's why ICWEF has returned here... and the fact that it was a clause in the contract I HAD to sign in order to get the rights to ICEWF back.

Another pause and more boos.

Ice Cold- God what is that smell in here... I haven't smelled anything this bad since I was last in the ring with Maxx Harold.

Crowd breaks out in a "We want Maxx" chant.

Ice Cold- Oh shut the hell up, that skitzo is probably still locked up in the looney bin...

"Create My Own Prison" by Creed blasts over the PA system and the fans go absolutely insane. Out walks Maxx and his brother, ICEWF Hall of Famer "Jedi" Rick Harold. The sound is deafening as the two brothers from Little Rock get in the ring and grab a mic. Maxx tries to speak but has to wait for the fans to settle down before anything he says can be heard.

Maxx Harold- God, it's good to be back!

Crowd goes wild.

Maxx Harold: We're so glad to be back here, and Rick is too.

The crowd gets quiet and looks confused after this skitzophrenic slip. Then they start cheering again.

Maxx Harold: We've been sitting here at home for the past few weeks watching what has been going on in the federation that we created, and I've decided that it's time for me to make things right around here for a change. I don't know how they do things up in Calgary, but down here in Arkansas, you don't just make it in this life by kissing somebody elses ass, you get out there and you work as hard as you can until you make something of yourself. And you sure as hell don't become the World Champion by just being some sideshow country music singer, you bust your ass for everyone of these fans day in and day out until you work your way to the top, something you know nothing about.

Ice Cold: Why don't you just...

Maxx Harold: No, why don't you just shut the hell up Josh! I've spent God knows how long ove in Hopkinsville, Kentucky doing nothing but looking at spilled ink on card and telling everybody that we're not crazy! Well I'm tired of playing the crazy guy, and it's time for us to take back what I started.

Crowd is silent in awe... or maybe confusion. Rick looks confused and hungry.

Ice Cold: Time for a change, eh? Brooke show this Arkansasians how we do things around here now.

Brooke Chadderton walks over to Maxx and brushes her hand through his hair. He closes his eyes and breathes in. She then slides up and down the side of Rick Harold. Rick instantly pushes her off as if afraid of catching her kooties and she falls to the ground holding her knee. Rick turns to her to see if she is okay when Ice Cold spins him around and DDTs him into the mat. Brooke rolls out of the ring and Ice Cold slides under the bottom rope before Maxx can get to him.

Ice Cold: You're right Maxx, it is time for a change around here, it's time for you to realize that I always things are always done the way that I want, and it's time for you to get the hell out of ICWEF once and for all you crazy son of a bitch!

Bary Sparks: Pimp! what the hell just happened and why?

American Bulldog: I can't believe it, Maxx Harold is back!

Bary Sparks: Yeah, but why?

American Bulldog: Uhhh, I'm not sure.

Bary Sparks: Has he really been in a mental institute the last three years?

American Bulldog: I'm not sure, I didn't know he was still the Co-Prez... he's not is he?

Bary Sparks: This is too crazy for me, so let's move on to what I've been waiting all week to see. The start of the Big Mouth Title Tournament! Sweet!

American Bulldog: That's right Bary, a title that you once held yourself, The Fans Wrestling Federation Big Mouth Championship.

Bary Sparks: This is gonna be pimp, let's get to the ring.

Bary Sparks, "The Enforcer" Brent Kersh, Gary "The Hitman" Brown, Sheep Mangler, "Ravaging" Ricky Conway, "The Infamous" C-FU, and the list goes on. Ice Cold has picked up the belt out of the ashes of wrestling history and brought it here to the ICEWF. This Thursday Night marks the beginning of the tournament that will crown the first Big Mouth Champion in over three years. Four superstars have been hand picked for this opportunity of a lifetime. Former ICEWF Television Champion Greg Dennis will take on SCWF Cruiserweight Phenomenon Ca$h in the first match of the tournament. Greg has been spending the six months in Florida recovering from a back injury he sustained at an ICEWF Houseshow last year while Ca$h has been trying to get his career underway for the SCWF promotion. It's going to come down to which one of these young superstars wants it more. Sick Nick is known the world over for being one of the most high risk wrestlers in the history of the ICEWF. From being a former ICEWF Qatarian Champion to his death defying lightbulb matches, he is the heavy favorite to win this match against the relative unknown of the tournament, The Golden Penatrator. It should be quite the showcase of talent for the chance to become the coveted Big Mouth Champion of the wrestling world.)

Ca$h and Greg lock up in the middle of the ring. Ca$h gets the early advantage and shoves Greg to the mat. He turns to the crowd and acts like he is counting some money.

American Bulldog: Look at the clown, it's so hot in here the face paint is already running into his eyes. He seems to be having trouble seeing.

Bary Sparks: What an idiot, this guy looks like a really bad spinoff of Jo Jo the Idiot Circus Boy, except for the fact he sucks.

Ca$h looks confused as Greg continues to rub his eyes. Greg finally gets to his feet but his eyes are red from the face paint irritating them. Ca$h looks to the ref who just shrugs back in return. Ca$h just shoves Greg back to the mat.

American Bulldog: What is wrong with this guy? Does he even know where he's at?

Bary Sparks: This is not pimp at all.

Ca$h boots Greg to the side of the face as he's on the ground. The ref gets to the ground to check on Greg who's clutching his eyes. Greg says he doesn't want to give up. He gets back to his feet and takes a few wild swings that don't connect. Ca$h blindsides him with an elbow to the side of the face. Greg falls to the ground and doesn't move. A few fans throughout the arena start a "Bullshit" chant.

American Bulldog: Ca$h looks as confused as we are.

Ca$h climbs the top rope.

Bary Sparks: Looks like he's gonna go for the Money in the Bank, pimp!

Ca$h flies off the top and nails the Money in the Bank. He covers, 1....2....3!

American Bulldog: What has happened to the career of Greg Dennis?

Bary Sparks: That gimp has had about twenty different gimmicks and this Bozo thing is by far the worst of them all.

American Bulldog: Hopefully we will get an update on the condition of Greg Dennis soon, we here at ICEWF surely hope that the long time wrestler is okay both physically and mentally.

The ref raises Ca$h's hand to a chorus of "Bullshit" chants throughout the arena. Ca$h gets on his knees and pulls some twenty dollar bills out of his tights and crams them into the mouth of Greg Dennis. Ca$h then starts slapping him in the face and yelling at him.

Ca$h: Are you trying to embarrass me in front of all these people? Do you know who I am, I'm Ca$h biotch!

Suddenly "The Legend" Donnovan Midas gets inside the ring. Ca$h stands up and stares him in teh face. Ca$h doesn't look to be intimidated at all by the wrestling legend, he get's in the face of the Midas and starts raving about himself again. Ca$h pulls out a twenty from his tights.

Bary Sparks: How many of those things does he have stuffed in there?

American Bulldog: That man in there is Donnovan Midas, he is one of the most well known wrestlers in all of America, he really is a legend on the independent circuit. And now he's here in the ICEWF!

Ca$h takes the twenty and starts to stick it in the mouth of Donnovan who's staring back at him breathing heavily. Ca$h pushes the bill in the The Legend's mouth and then laughs. He pats him on the side of the face then turns around to leave. Swinger reaches out with his big hand. Ca$h takes a swing at him but Midas blocks it. He lifts Ca$h up and drills him with a massive headbut. Ca$h lays limp as Donnovan starts walking of.

Bary Sparks: What a pimp! That move was off the hook!

American Bulldog: This guy has the best headbut in the business hands down. I can't believe he's here in the ICEWF. I know I wouldn't want to get in the ring with that guy.

Bary Sparks: None the less, my pimp Ca$h has advanced in the Big Mouth Tournament, but we'll have to wait and see what is going to become of this. It's time for da' next match of diz here tournament!

American Bulldog: Wait a second, I'm being told that the Golden Penetrator, a participant in the next matchup is sitting backstage with something to say.

[The camera opens to an empty locker room. The floor is concrete painted a now chipping light blue. The lockers are old, vintage 80's. Every three or four the doors hang ajar from a busted clasp or a busted wrestler who couldn't both to take the extra time to close it. The wooden benches are simple and worn smooth from heavy use sometime in the distant past. Every where there is a barely perceptible layer of dust. A single bulb hangs bare from the ceiling casting a depressing glow over the center of the room. A tired obese man enters from the darkness and plops down on one of the worn benches. He looks into the camera.]

Man on bench: Today I went to the mall.

[The camera zooms closer to the man's face and climactic music begins to play.]

Man on bench: At the mall I overheard something.

[The music gets more climactic as the camera zooms more.]

Man on bench: Something that made me terribly upset.

[The music gets louder as it gets climactic.]

Man on bench: I heard someone say that wrestling...

[The camera zooms in on the man's cold eyes as the drums pound harder.]

Man on bench: is FAKE!!!!!!

[The music reaches its climax and explodes in an angry crescendo of anguish. The man let's out a belly roar like that of a mountain gorilla defending its mating grounds as he expels the word fake. As the camera man zooms out he rocks the camera back and forth to create a very hardcore viewing.]

Man on bench: As a child growing up I loved to watch professional wrestling on TV. I always knew that there could be nothing manlier than suiting up in spandex and going to the ground with another man, just the two of you and a referee to watch. After seeing my first show I knew that I could never be anything else, I was a professional wrestler in my heart. That's just how God made me.

[The man pauses and places his right hand on his chin thoughtfully.]

Man on bench: You know, when I was a child and when I started wrestling myself things were different. People really loved wrestling. Wrestlers were respected. We had groupies just like rock stars. Well, not me specifically, but there were groupies for the big names. Over the past ten years things have changed. I've watched as wrestlers, now this may be a shock to some of you fans, have become laughing stocks. Our entire profession is a joke. Even many of the fans apply to it that hateful and horrible word - fake.

[The man begins to look very agitated. He stands up and goes over to the lockers against the wall. He rests his right forearm against them and puts his forehead against his forearm.]

Man on bench: You think it's fake, do you? Have you ever taken clothesline after clothesline, where every time you get up you think you're going to get in a shot only to be clotheslined back to the mat? Have you ever been just about to get that pin when the ref gets distracted by some floozy and your lifeless opponent manages to reach up and give you the low blow and secure the win!? Do you know what's under that canvas? Do you!? Padding!! But it's only a thin layer, and under that it's wood. And under that... STEEL.

[The man pounds his fist on the STEEL lockers and then points at the camera.]

Man on bench: It's real! It's all real! We go out there night after night, year after year: getting beat up, having countless chairs bent over our heads, having our stablemates turn on us, our women cheat on us... And some of you people have the nerve to call it fake!? Well enough of that. It's gone on long enough. I don't blame the fans. I blame myself and the other wrestlers.

[The man calms down and takes a deep breath. He looks straight into the camera, and through the camera into your soul.]

Man on bench: I've came to the ICEWF for one reason and one reason only. I'm going to return wrestling to its glory days. I'm going to prove to the fans that wrestling isn't fake, it's very real. You may not know me, I haven't been in any of the big feds like the SCWF or the EEWF. But I've been around. I've strapped gold around my waist after long hard fights. You go and check the records of the AACEWZF or the WCWCWF. You'll see my name there. You'll see the name of THE GOLDEN PENETRATOR!

[The Golden Penetrator gets REALLY pumped up and starts pacing back and forth. He begins punching the STEEL lockers hard. He stops after 5 punches. He holds his first up to the camera.]

Golden Penetrator: You see that? That is going to bruise! This is how I'm going to show you all that wrestling is real. I'm going to hit harder, faster, and more often. I'm going to pummel my opponents and ICEWF is going to broadcast it on TV. And when I get pounded you're going to see that too, you're going to see my pain and the pain that I inflict.

[The Golden Penetrator gets into a fighting stance and looks at the camera menacingly.]

Golden Penetrator: ICEWF wrestlers, PREPARE TO GET PENETRATED!

[The Golden Penetrator charges the camera and the last thing we see is his left arm swing wildly at the lens. The camera goes off in a very REAL way.]

Sick Nick is already standing in the ring when the camera cuts back. Out walks the golden penetrator with his fists wrapped up in bloodstained tape. He smacks the hands of the fans excessively hard when giving them fives.

Bary Sparks: Yo, why didn't he wrap he hands up BEFORE he started pounding on those lockers?

American Bulldog: Bary, there are a number of things I do not understand about this individual, including origin of his ring name.

The bell rings and the two men lock up in the center of the ring. golden penetrator is shoved to the ground hard and flips over onto his stomach.

Bary Sparks: Snap! How strong is this Sick Nick!

Golden Penetrator's eyes bulge out of his face and he clutches the back of his head. He looks as if he is David staring back at Goliath. Sick looks a little confused about the whole matter. Golden Penetrator hesitantly stalks around Sick, and the two lock up again. Sick grabs an arm and sends Golden Penetrator towards the ropes. Golden Penetrator flies over the top rope!

American Bulldog: Nick went to throw Golden Penetrator into the ropes and he ended up slinging him so hard he literally flew over the top rope.

Bary Sparks: .....

American Bulldog: Let's see an instant replay of that impressive diplay of strength.

The slo-mo replay shows Sick grabbing Golden Penetrator's arm and setting him up to send him into the ropes. Golden Penetrator runs a few steps and then it appears that he... jumps over the top rope and falls to the ground outside.

American Bulldog: Uhhh... what strength by the Nick.

Golden Penetrator rolls around on the outside of the ring screaming "He's too strong!" Sick looks agitated as he rolls to the outside of the ring. Golden Penetrator begs him to let him get his wind back. Sick reaches down to pick him up by the air, but Golden Penetrator stands up right before he can reach him. Sick attempts to ram Golden Penetrator's head into the ring post, but he sticks out his hand.

Bary Sparks: He blocked it!

Golden Penetrator falls out of the grasp of Sick flat onto his face on the floor. He moves his hands to his facial area and covers his face. A few seconds pass until he lifts his head off the ground bleeding from the forehead.

Bary Sparks: What the f...

American Bulldog: He's been busted open!

Golden Penetrator stares to the heavens above with his arms outstretched as if searching for the strength. Sick picks him up and rolls him into the ring. Golden Penetrator doesn't stop rolling until he bumbps into ropes on the other side of the ring. Sick gets in the ring as Golden Penetrator dramatically tries to pull himself to his feet using the ropes.

American Bulldog: His face is a crimson mask!

Bary Sparks: I'm not calling this sh...

American Bulldog: Look Sick's punches are having no effect!

Sick punches on the bloody face of gp but it has not effect. gp starts shaking his fists and continues to look up to the heavens. gp beats his chest wildly as the adrenaline flows through his veins like a rushing river. He blocks Sick's punch, and counters with a left, then a right, then another left. gp begins swinging his right arm in a big cricle and then wails Nick with a beastly uppercut. Nick falls to his back and is about to get up when gp says something to him too low to be heard. sick falls back to his back and holds the side of his face. gp's eyes bulge and he stares at the top turnbuckle. He shakes his head in approval and ascends to the top, almost in slow motion. GP raises his arms to the heavens one last time and appears to say a prayer.

American Bulldog: He sure is spending a long time up there.

GP leaps off the top rope with the majesty of an American Bald Eagle flying high in the sky and comes comes crashing down with a flying headbutt right to the skull of Nick.

American Bulldog: Did you hear that! That sounded real... I mena, like really real.

GP crawls like a soldier who has just been shot over to Nick. He manages to muster just enough strength to throw an arm over the shoulder of Sick. The ref counts 1......2......3!

American Bulldog: He did it! I don't believe it, what a warrior GP is.

Bary Sparks: ......

GP manages to stagger to his feet and ascend to the second turnbuckle. He wipes his hand across his bloody forehead and wipes the blood on his chest. He then starts pointing to the knot forming above his right eye and begins yelling "Does this look fake!?"

American Bulldog: Let's take a look at what's coming up next Wednesday night on CWZ's Meltdown. The scene cuts to a backstage area where CWZ Interview Frank Leslie is standing by with L.J. Harris.

Frank: Thanks, Bulldog, I'm here with CWZ Owner, L.J. Harris. Now, Mr. Harris, everyone has been waiting for this big announcement, regarding round three of the CWZ Tounament, that takes place next week, we have been hearing speculations, but we want to know from the man himself, what is this big announcement?

L.J. Harris: First, before I get to that announcement. Next week, there will be a Dead Pool Match, where the winner will go on to Round 4 as the mystery opponent to whoever have a mystery opponent for that round.

L.J. Harris: Now, next week, will be Round Three of the Tournament, and I think its time to make things a little bit interesting. As Round Three will be Specialty Match Round. Now here is the way its going to be. Next week, I will have a basket with all types of Specialty Matches. I will right before their match personally pick the stipulation for that match. It can be a submission match, a ladder match, a strap match, and even the brutal steel cage match. The winner of those matches will get 5 points and have a chance to catch up or grow a even bigger lead, as we get closer to crowning a CWZ Champ.

American Bulldog: Wow, what a shocker, it should be an interesting Round 3 next week in the Cyber Cup Tournament. Be sure to tune into CWZ next Wednesday night, a proud member of the fed family with ICEWF

Bary Sparks: No doubt, I have been watching that tournament so far from home, and let me just say, I am hooked. Ske Chamberlain keep surprising everyone, and the manster that is The Great Smoky Mountain Terror is still alive over there. I can't wait to see what happens next week. It looks like there is something about to happen in the ring, this looks pimp!

In the ring, two chairs, each with a microphone sitting on it, a small pedestal with a TV monitor, and a bell on a pole are all set up. It almost looks like an interview show, but why the bell?
"Hooked On A Feeling" by Blue Suede starts to play over the PA system, and from behind the curtain, onto the stage, walks Vincent E. Vega, dressed in an impeccable black suit, white shirt, and black tie. His black hair is slicked back, and he has a smile on his face. He walks to the ring, climbs in, and grabs one of the microphones.

Vega: I'm Vincent E. Vega, and welcome to the first episode of "10 Questions With..." My guest tonight is the self-proclaimed Greatest Of All Time, GOAT. ["Dirt Off Ya Shoulder" by Jay-Z hits the PA, and GOAT makes his way to the ring. He slides in, and picks up a mike.]Welcome to the show.

GOAT: Thanks, great to be here. One correction though, Vince. I am not the "self-proclaimed greatest of all time". I am just the greatest of all time. It's the facts!

Vega: Sorry, my mistake.

GOAT: Just don't let it happen again.

Vega: Got it. Anyway, my first question, and what has to be on everyone's mind, tonight and for days now, what brought you to the ICEWF? [He rings the bell, and a one shows on the TV screen.]

GOAT: Plain and simple, the opportunity to prove myself, Vince, and the chance to showcase my talent to the world. A chance I was told that I would receive in the SCWF, but never did.

Vega: I heard about that. That leads me to my second question. When I say the name Aiden Chadderton, the owner of SCWF, what comes to mind? [Ding! Two.]

GOAT: Liar! The man brings everyone into the company with the promise of exposure and the chance to become a hero, then he just shuts the doors and puts everyone out of a job? The man sucks and he needs to be put Out To Pasture, if you get what I mean.

Vega: I think I do. But, if I remember correctly, you backed the man during your brief stint in the SCWF. You even went as far as to declare yourself a part of his Corporation. Why the abrupt turnaround? [Ding! Three.]

GOAT: That's easy. At the time I was grateful to the man for giving me my first chance at the big time. But now, I see him for what he truly is. Worthless. Ice Cold starts banging his wife and all of a sudden he needs to shut down and go get emotional council? Please! Suck it up and take it like a man, or do something about it! Don't run and hide like a little bitch.

Vega: Well, I guess that's one way to put it.

GOAT: It's the truth. I just tell it how it is. I'm not going to pull punches for that man.

Vega: Ok, I can respect that. I'm the same way.
My next question involves a man that you seem to know quite well, and that's Ca$h? Did the two of you meet before the SCWF? [Ding! Four.]

GOAT: Me and Ca$h go way back. I met him five years ago when he hired me to do some bodyguard work for his girlfriend at the time. She was working in Cleveland. Anyways she got into some trouble and I had to put some worthless wannabe thugs down. He liked how I handled it, and suggested I start wrestling. From there I trained and we ran into each other again on the indy circut right after he signed with the SCWF. Then he set me up with Chadderton.

Vega: Really? I had no idea you went back that far. I just assumed that you met in SCWF or something. Interesting. What do you think of his chances in the ICEWF? [Ding! Five.]

GOAT: I think if he can keep his mind on winning and not on the female ICEWF fans he can go far in this federation. He has a golden opportunity tonight in the opening round of the Big Mouth Title Tournament.

Vega: Very true. The Big Mouth title is an enormous opportunity. It has a lot of prestige tied to it.
Now, we have to move to your matches tonight. Why did "Cowboy" Joe Derington challenge you? Do you know? [Ding! Six.]

GOAT: He wants to re-establish himself here in the ICEWF, and there is no better way to do that than to take on the greatest of all time.

Vega: Interesting way to say it. Another way to say it is that he believes he can beat you without much of a problem, and he wants an easy match to get back into shape.

GOAT: Vince, I suggest you take a step back and think about who you are talking to here. I am not some simple warm up match. I'm the franchise, son. Why else do you think I was booked in the main event of the first show? Josh Johnson is a smart business man, and any smart buisness man knows to put your two top draws in the main event and that is BlackJack and I.

Vega: Blackjack? Oh, you mean the other main event match.
Well, what about your other match? I've heard some people saying that you don't deserve a title shot so early, even if it's just the Cruiserweight belt. [Ding! Seven.]

GOAT: Who has been saying that? Whoever they are they're just jealous of the fact that they are nowhere near my talent level, and will never rise to the heights that I am rising to. My match with Mikkel is going to be one to watch, because he is a fine competitor. He dosen't stand a chance against me of course, but it should be a fun match for the fans to watch.

Vega: Well, most of those people are also saying that with your physique, your sheer muscle mass, you shouldn't be considered a cruiserweight. You're just too big.

GOAT: I can see their point with that statement. But I'm all lean muscle. And lean muscle just does not weigh that much. I think my low weight gives me a huge advantage over bigger wrestlers, because I have a lot of raw power, but I am also deceptively fast.
I never asked to be a cruiserweight, my weight just put me there. And why mess with the success I have had at that weight by trying to pack more onto my frame?

Vega: That's also true.
Now, for a little bit more word association. What do you think when I say the name Josh Johnson? "Ice Cold", as most people call him. [Ding! Eight.]

GOAT: Smart.

Vega: Care to elaborate?

GOAT: The man saw my talent and brought me into the ICEWF. And put me in the main event right away. That makes the man smart, damn smart, in my book.

Vega: Most people seem to have the same opinion of him.

GOAT: Well they are right to think that, too.

Vega: Well, I agree with you, too. Also, what do you think of him signing "The Born Winner" Blackjack Knife? [Ding! Nine.]

GOAT: Another good buisness move. He saw his opportunity to snatch up one of the top wrestlers right now, and he took it. With the signing of BlackJack, that brings more street credibility to the ICEWF, and more big stars will follow.

Vega: Very true.
For my final question, I'd like to ask you, do you know whether the rumor is true about Ca$h? Did he really donate $20 million to the Paragould Children's Home? [An audible gasp ripples through the crowd. Ding! Ten.]

GOAT: I can't say for sure. But I did see them drawing up plans to buy a lot of land and build a whole new state-of-the-art facility...so I would say that there is a really good chance that the rumor is true, and good for him if it is.

Vega: Good for him, and good for the children.
I'd like to thank you for appearing on this debut episode of "10 Questions With...". Hopefully we will see more of you in the future, and good luck with your matches tonight.

GOAT: Thanks Vince, this was a very enjoyable experience.

The scene cuts to a video package of the recent ICEWF promotions going on in Arkansas as the ring crew clear the ring.

(After a recent discussion with "Cowboy" Joe Derington, Ice Cold has come to the conclusion that his match with G.O.A.T. a the 7/7 Shadows is currently unfair. Joe has been traveling with his country music band over the last few months, and he has not had the proper amount of time to get his conditioning back. G.O.A.T. has been publicly declaring that he wants to make an BIG impact at the upcoming show. Since G.O.A.T. has been successfully wrestling with the SCWF promotion in the Crusierweight Division. ICEWF has just signed former cruisweight standout "Danish Dynamite" Mikkel Christensen. ICEWF wants to give its superstars every opportunity to make an impact and wants its matches to be as fair as possible, especially for its champions. Ice Cold is going to give G.O.A.T. the opportunity that he wants so badly by giving him a shot at the Cruiserweight Title on the 7/7 Shadows show! G.O.A.T. will now be facing Mikkel Christensen in a match for the Cruiserweight Title before his match with Joe Derington. Ice Cold feels that this will give both superstars what they want and will make the main event match as fair as possible given Derington's current condition.)

G.O.A.T. and Mikkel shake hands in the center of the ring. The two cruiserweights circle each other and then lockup in a collar and elbow tie-up. Neither man can get the advantage and the two push off each other. G.O.A.T. charges at Mikkel and is countered with a beautiful Ricky Steamboat arm drag. G.O.A.T. back to his feet and another beautiful arm drag by the Danish dynamite. Mikkel holds on to the arm and synchs in a deep arm bar.

Bary Sparks: Finally, a return to technical wrestling!

The ref asks G.O.A.T. if he wants to give it up, but G.O.A.T. isn't going to have any of it. G.O.A.T. counters with a head scissors. Mikkel quickly pops out. Both men get to their feet and are met with claps from the fans. Both men shake each other's hand again and circle again.

The two men lock up again and G.O.A.T. gets the advantage with a knee to the gut. He sends Mikkel into the ropes and flips him over with a back body drop. Mikkel staggers to his feet and G.O.A.T. clotheslines him over the top rope to the outside. G.O.A.T. climbs the top rope and leaps off with a death defying cross body onto Mikkel. Both men crash hard to the floor and the referee begins his count.

American Bulldog: GOAT is absolutely crazy!

1........2.........3..........4........5..... G.O.A.T. slowly makes it to his feet......6.....7..... G.O.A.T. slides inside the ring, breaks the count and goes right back to the outside.

Referee: Get back in the ring damn it!

G.O.A.T. grabs Mikkel by the hair to lift him up and Mikkel counters with a quick uppercut to the face. one two one two, Mikkel sends G.O.A.T. back with a flurry of punches. Mikkel grabs G.O.A.T. by the back of the head and throws him into the ring post. Mikkel slides into the ring as the count gets up to 5......6...... G.O.A.T. gets to a knee, and he has been cut. He is bleeding right above his right eyebrow. 7.......8......... G.O.A.T. slides in under the bottom rope and is met with some boots from Mikkel. Mikkel throws him into the turnbuckle and jumps on him with a stinger splash. the crowd is loving every minute of this match. G.O.A.T. falls to the mat and rolls on his back. Mikkel climbs to the top rope and signals for the Light of Denmark.

American Bulldog: That's that 720 splash that he has perfected in recent months!

Mikkel leaps off with the 720 Lights of Denmark, but G.O.A.T. rolls out of the way just in time. Mikkel crashes into the mat hard. He holds his lower back in pain as G.O.A.T. makes his way back to his feet. The blood is still flowing from the cut. G.O.A.T. signals for the Greatest Move Of All Time. He lifts up Mikkel and nails the move. Both men are down.

American Bulldog: All G.O.A.T. has to do is make the cover!

GOAT hooks the leg, the ref counts 1......2.....3!

Norman Bailer: Here is your winner... and NEW ICEWF Cruiserweight Champion, G.O.A.T.

Bary Sparks: What the hell!

cowboy joe derington runs to the ring slides under the bottom rope. He starts stomping on the downed G.O.A.T.. He looks over at the time keeper.

Joe Derington: Ring the damn bell!

American Bulldog: Damn it! This isn't right!

The bell rings and Cowboy immediately rolls Mikkel out of the ring. The fans come together in a huge GOAT chant. Cowboy looks around and laughs at the crowd before flipping them off. Cowboy picks up the bloodied GOAT and throws him to the ropes. G.O.A.T. just falls to the ground.

American Bulldog: I want to know who booked this! The BlackJack/O'Doyle match was supposed to be next. This is completely ridiculous!

Cowboy rolls G.O.A.T. over and covers him with one foot. 1......2..... G.O.A.T. gets a shoulder up!

Bary Sparks: Da' pimp ain't dead yet!

Cowboy nails some more brutal boots to the bloody face of G.O.A.T.. cowboy picks him up and positions GOAT's head underneat his left arm. He slings his right arm in the air as if he were riding a bull.

American Bulldog: 8 Second Slam!

The blood rushes to the head of GOAT as Cowboy holds him in the air. 1.....2......3......4.......5.....6.....7......8... SLAM!

Bary Sparks: Look at all of the GOAT blood on the chest of Derington!

Cowboy makes the cover. 1........2..... shoulder up!

American Bulldog: I don't believe it, G.O.A.T. is not going to die!

Joe gets to his feet and is obviously frustrated. He takes a few steps back and signals for the Open Range. G.O.A.T. slowly starts to get to his feet.

Bary Sparks: He has lost a lot of blood.

Joe delivers the Open Range Superkick!

American Bulldog: GOAT ducked!

GOAT nails Joe will a stunning dropkick to the back of the head. Joes bounces into the turnbuckle and GOAT rolls him up! 1....2....3!

American Bulldog: GOAT DID IT!

Bary Sparks: NO! The ref is saying Joe got a shoulder up!

American Bulldog: Damn it!

GOAT begins to slowly crawl to crawl away from Joe with one arm in the air.

Bary Sparks: GOAT thinks he won the match! GOAT doesn't know the match is still going on.

GOAT finally reaches his feet and the ref lowers his arm. GOAT turns around and is NAILED with the Open Range! Cowboy covers, 1.....2......3!

American Bulldog: I wanna see the replay of that roll up! I wanna see that replay!

Norman Bailer: Here is your winner, ICEWF World Heavyweight Champion.... "Cowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwboy" Joe Derington!

A videopackage plays showing the footage leading up to tonight's two main events.

(Paragould, Arkansas fans will be treated to a once in a lifetime main event opportunity. ICEWF Heavyweight Champion "Cowboy" Joe Derington has been spending the last few weeks at the ICEAGE Training Facility in Calgary, Alberta, Canada to prepare for his return to the ring. Ice Cold has granted the champion of his beloved wrestling federation the opportunity to choose any SCWF wrestler to fight in his return "warm up" match. Derington almost instantly named G.O.A.T. as his chosen opponent. When asked why he chose G.O.A.T. he simply replied, "It's not that he's done nothing wrong, I just don't like the guy." Derington may think this may be just another day at the rodeo, but G.O.A.T. says he is going to buck this Cowboy off like a raging bull come this Thursday. Everyone has been wondering whether or not SCWF Heavyweight Champion "BlackJack" Knife is going to accept Joe Derington's Champion vs Champion match at "Cold Day in Arkansas," but ICEWF has confirmed that he will be at the Rainbow of Hope Children's Home Gym this Thursday Night to let the world now where he stands. And, oh yeah, while he's there, he'll be taking on the ICEWF Intercontinental Champion, Bo O'Doyle. One has to wonder whether these two champions are so concerned about the potential Champion vs Champion match that they are overlooking their opponents for this Thursday Night.)

Bary Sparks: Time for the MAIN EVENT baby!

A loud voice yells "O'Doyle Rules!" and then "Stroke Me" by Billy Squier begins to play over the P.A. system, and the fans immediately begin to boo. He is wearing a black leather jacket with a Harley Davidson logo on the right side of the chest. On the back are his initials (B.O.) sewn in orange right in the middle. He ignores the hands of a few fans and occasionally looks behind himself to check to see if anyone is coming. Every few steps he raises fists. Bo walks up to one camera and says "Tonight you're gonna know why O'Doyle Rules!" Once in the ring Bo removes his jacket to reveal orange elbow pads that coordinate with the rest of his ring gear matching perfectly with the ICEWF Intercontinental Title. He admires his orange strings in his black boots and orange lightning bolt pattern on black tights. He jogs in place to warm up before the ring bell.

(Ace of Spades by Motorhead rings out through the arena and BlackJack Knife strolls out with his SCWF world title belt over his right shoulder. He does a slow turn showing that on the back of his shirt is written SCWF 4 Life!which draws some major booing from the Arkansas fans. He enters the ring and berates a ring technician for not having a microphone ready for him. When the technician gets the mic, BlackJack grabs the mic off him and starts to speak.)

American Bulldog: BlackJack is finally here! This is what everyone has wanted to see!

The bell rings and Bo and BlackJack lock up in the middle of the ring. Bo takes the advantage with a quick knee to the cut. BlackJack is sent into the ropes, Bo shoulderblocks him down. Bo runs into the ropes and BlackJack gets on his feet, shoulderblock- Bo goes down. Bo gets up and takes him down with an arm drag. BlackJack right back to his feet and nails him with a drop kick. Both men get to their feet and stare each other down, the crowd claps with appreciation.

Bary Sparks: This is what it's all about, two of the best in the business going at it one on one.

American Bulldog: Both men know full well what a win here will do for their careers.

Both men lock up again and BlackJack gets the advantage with a headlock. He grinds it in as the ref asks Bo is wants to give it up. Bo slaps him away. BlackJack gets sent into the ropes, Bo drops down and BlackJack jumps over him, he comes back, and nails Bo with a Tito Santana like flying forearm. BlackJack motions for Bo to get to his feet.

Bary Sparks: This man is the most intense wrestler I think I have ever seen.

Bo gets to his feet and the two men begin trading punches back and forth. Bo takes the advantage with a poke to the eyes. The fans boo. A "BlackJack" chant begins to emerge. Bo locks in a key lock. The ref asks, BlackJack says no. BlackJack...BlackJack...BlackJack... the fans are going crazy. Bo with a knee to the kidneys when the ref wasn't looking. BlackJack clutches his kidneys and falls to his knees. Bo off the ropes and nails him with a dropkick to the face. Bo motions towards the entrance and out runs "Cowboy" Joe Derington. He jumps up on the apron and distracts the referee. Bo reaches into his trunks and pulls out a pair of brass knucks.

American Bulldog: Oh no, not this!

Cowboy continues to distract the ref as Bo waits for BlackJack to make it back to his feet. Bo reaches back to nail BlackJack when someone grabs his hand.

Bary Sparks: JACK KROME! IT'S JACK KROME!

The FWA World Heavyweight Champion stares into the shocked eyes of O'Doyle and shakes his head no. Krome lets go and when Bo turns around BlackJack kicks him in the stomache! He picks him up...

American Bulldog: BlackJack Knife Powerbomb!

Krome pulls Cowboy down off the side of the ring and the ref turns around to make the count... 1.......2.......3!

Norman Bailer: Here is your winner, SCWF World Heavyweight Champion, "BlackJack" Knifffffffffffffffe!

American Bulldog: He did it! Knife wins!

Bary Sparks: It's gonna be Knife vs Derington in the main event. Mark your calendars, July 24th, 2005, Champion vs Champion!