John Taurus - �Welcome everyone the Tuesday Night Therapy. We are here in front of the sold out crowd at Mad-Arena. Just two nights ago, in this very arena, we witnessed a spectacular event.�

Bruce Kincaid - �You are sure right, Madmania one was hell of an event. And I use that term loosely. Hold on John I just got word something is happening backstage�..�

Camera cuts to backstage as stagehands are scrambling to get out of the way as the Skull Legion ride up on their motorcycles, Hellfire, Armageddon, Apocalypse, Brimstone and Tremor, all get off their bikes.

Hellfire - �YOU� as he points to a stagehand. Stagehand gulps - �yess.s�s.s..s , sir�

All members of the Skull Legion surround little stagehand.

Hellfire - �what is your name, boy?�

Stagehand fearing for his life - �um�. Jimmy�

Hellfire - �well, Jimmy, you see those bikes.� he points to the motorcycles.�

Jimmy - �um yess�

Hellfire - �It is now your duty to take care of them, if anything happens our bikes, I promise that you, that I will tattoo you so hard, your family will not walk again. Understand?�

Jimmy - � um�. Yes but Mr. Hellfire I am the one in charge of bringing Commissioner Pickle his coffee.�

Brimstone - �Don�t worry Jimmy, we will have that covered� shoves Jimmy towards the bikes �now if ya make em shiny, we might just not go back on our word.�

Members of the Skull Legion laugh as they walk into the arena.
Camera switches back to Bruce Kincaid and John Taurus sitting at ringside.

Bruce Kincaid - �Would you believe the Skull Legion? What asses..�

John Taurus - �I would not say that out loud, you saw what the Skull Legion did to the Picklemobile on Sunday. And speaking of Mr. Pickle, he has yet to arrive in the arena, and did you notice the Zombie was not with the Skull Legion?�

Bruce Kincaid -�Yeah I did John, and as for Pickle, I wouldn�t be surprised if that goofy bastard doesn�t show up at all tonight, He could have been killed.�

John - �well we need to get to the matches at hand, Jester will have to defend his newly won TV title, against the beast he won it from, Doom.�

Bruce -�Maybe Warlock can get Doom on the right track this time, wait a sec it sounds like we are having more trouble backstage, lets get a camera back there.�

Camera cuts to backstage where The Lord of Hellfire is holding a man by his neck, lifting him into the air and nearly putting him into the ceiling. The rest of the Skull Legion surrounding Hellfire.

Hellfire - �Where is PICKLE?�

Stagehand gulping �he isn�t� here� yet���

Hellfire - "Well I have a job for you then, grab that camera, and show us where his office is at." Hellfire drops the poor man.

The stagehand grabs the video camera and begins to lead the Skull Legion through the backstage area. Camera cuts back to Bruce and John at the broadcast table.

MATCH 1

US Title #1 Contendership

Bruce: �Well let�s get on with tonight�s first match for the number one contender for the U.S. Title. Fireball Jackson will go at it along with Amazon and Creature in a three way dance.�

John: �Yeah, this should be one hell of a match, what a way to start of tonight�s Therapy!�

AC/DC�s �T.N.T. blasts through the arena as Fireball Jackson comes down the ramp as large fireballs explode behind him. Fireball as usual looks to be all business as he strides to the ring.

Loujack: �Making his way to the ring weighing 243 pounds, and hailing from Detroit, MI, Fireball Jackson!�

Fireball enters the ring and waits for his opponents to arrive.

Pantera�s �By Demons be Driven� hits the arena and the Creature comes stalking to the ring. As he makes his way down the ramp the crowd once again begins chanting �shave your back, shave your back� and pelting him with disposable razors. This behavior only enrages the hairy beast who threatens several fans.

Loujack: � Coming to the ring hailing from the South Florida Everglades, and weighing in at 428pounds, the Creature.�

The Creature enters the ring and walks towards Fireball, the two exchange stares and then go to their corners to await the third competitor.

Sepultura�s �Ratamathatta� plays on the p.a. system and the house lights turn an eerie green as the Amazon makes his way to the ring. He is carrying some weird looking staff and a skull on a chain. He aggressively taunts the crowd who boo him loudly.

Loujack: � Weighing in at 241 pounds, and hailing from somewhere in Brazil, he is the high priest of pain, the Amazon.�

The crowd boos at an increasingly loud rate as the Amazon enters the ring, and rushes at Fireball, the Creature follows suit and the match is under way.

John: � Well it looks as if Creature and Amazon have formed an alliance of sorts.�

Creature and Amazon take turns assaulting Fireball with punches and kicks, but Fireball quickly turns the tide on his attackers. Fireball ducks a hard right by Amazon, which catches Creature in the face, then turns and hits Amazon with a T-bone suplex. Fireball gets to his feet and stomps Amazon to the mat, then moves out of the way as Creature hits a double-stomp to Amazon�s lower back. The two of them then pick up Amazon and deliver a nasty double-suplex to the witch doctor. As Amazon tries to get to his feet Creature picks him up and whips him to the far corner, before he can rush at the prone Amazon, Fireball catches him with a release German suplex. Fireball trades off on his opponents for the next three or for minutes, totally dominating the match.

Bruce: � Pardon the cheap pun but Fireball Jackson is the veritable house of fire in there. The inability of Amazon and Creature to team up at all has put them at a severe disadvantage.�

John: � Meanwhile Fireball has been able to successfully turn all advantages his way.�

Fireball and Amazon whip Creature to the ropes and back body drop him to the arena floor. Amazon stands at the ropes and taunts the downed beast, as Fireball sneaks up behind him and grabs him around the waist. The Amazon crashes into the mat as Fireball executes a series of three rolling German suplexes in rapid succession. Fireball then picks up Amazon and hits him with the Flamestrike, and easily pins the Brazilian terror. He then tosses the Amazon out of the ring, only to be blindsided by the Creature.

John: � Well Fireball has eliminated the Amazon, and now Creature is back in the ring, stomping a mud hole in him.�

Creature stomps on a prone Fireball with great determination, but Fireball slides out of the ring, and pulls Creature out to the floor. The two go at it outside and it doesn�t take Fireball long to get a little pissed, he picks up a steel chair and tattoos Creature�s head four times. Then he snap suplexes the hairy one onto the chair, and drags him into the ring at the fourteen count. Fireball then puts on a lengthy suplex clinic to the delight of the arena fans. After several minutes of total domination Fireball shows some mercy and delivers an awesome Flamestrike, and gets his second pin. The crowd cheers their approval as he celebrates in the ring and his music starts to play again.

Bruce: �Wow what a match, I swear that Fireball Jackson gets better every time I see him in action.�

John: � You�ve got that right Bruce, and now he�s the number one contender for the U.S Title. I can�t help but think that Amazon�s mind was somewhere else though, he showed a serious lack of concentration.�

Bruce Kincaid- "Again I am getting word that something is happening backstage, lets get another camera back there."

On the Madvision, a cameraman is shown running backstage. Again people are scrambling to get out of the way as a burnt-up limo pulls into the backstage area. The limo slightly resembles Mr. Pickles green limo, that was burnt by the Lord of Hellfire and the Skull Legion at Madmania. Stagehands and crew dive out of the way as it runs straight into the Skull Legions motorcycles.

John Taurus - "That's what is left of Pickle's Limo!!! My god!! He just ran over the Skull Legions motorcyles"

The limo stops and Mr. Pickle steps out of the driver seat. "well lookie here...."
The crowd from inside the building can be heard in the back as they roar. G-4 exits the limo right behind Pickle. A look of disgust flows over his face. "Hey!?!? what the hell?" G-4 exclaims as he steps over the ruined cycles. "These are some nice bikes, custom even, and you ruined them... Someone is going to be pissed, I know damn well I would be." G-4 bends down to try to pick up one of the motorcycles.

Mr. Pickle - "HEY, leave that alone, we will just leave a check. Like I always do."

G-4 - "what?"

Mr. Pickle - "how much do these cost, a couple of hundred?" as he pulls out his checkbook.

G-4 - "What?! these are custom Harleys...."

Mr. Pickle - "oh custom..., then $500 it is"

G-4 - "that wouldn't even pay for the tir.." Pickle cuts G-4 off.

Mr. Pickle - "Enough with this trivia, we got to get you ready for your first match, come on Champ" Pickle throws the check down onto the bikes, and begins to walk away with G-4 slowly walking behind him, shaking his head.

Bruce Kincaid - "Mr. Pickle destroys the Skull Legions cycles, and just leaves a check? what next? we will be right back."

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Commercial Break

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Bruce Kincaid - "And during the commercial break Bernie Lomax made his way down to the ring. I dont trust this guy"

John - "Let's just see what he has to say."

Bernie Lomax stands in the center of the ring, microphone in hand. The crowd begins to chant �Jackass, Jackass� while Bernie just smiles and nods his head.

Bernie: � As I said Sunday at Madmania, I do deserve that chant after some of the things I�ve done and said in the past. But if we can just settle down, I have an announcement to make.�

The crowd begins to quiet down and listen to the ex commissioner.

Bernie: � As I stated at Madmania, The MOW is in the process of starting up a very exciting junior heavyweight division, which we will be calling the J-Crown division. These matches will feature smaller, faster; competitors in what we hope will be quick exciting matches for everyone. I would like to take this time to explain the rules and qualifications for this division. The division will be open to all superstars 230 pounds and lighter; the MOW currently has seven athletes in this weight bracket if you include our commissioner, Mr. Pickle.�

At the mention of Mr. Pickle the crowd begins to cheer loudly.

Bernie: � It�s my sad duty to inform you that Mr. Pickle, as our commissioner is just to busy to participate in the upcoming tournament. Hopefully after a Champion is crowned, he will be free enough to compete for the title. As it is we have just signed two superstars from the Rising Sun promotion in Japan to give us an eight-man tourney to start Sunday on Asylum.

The crowd begins to applaud again, as Bernie smiles and nods his head.

Bernie: � The men who will compete in the tournament are; Candyman, Jester, The Mechanic, Kamikaze, Fury, Mayhem, Akira Komatsu, and John Cain. These eight men will compete in an eight man, single elimination tournament, over the next few weeks. The two men who make it to the finals will compete for the J-Crown title at the next Pay Per View. These matches will have a 20-minute time limit, a 10 second out of ring count, and can be won via pinfall, submission, or knockout. I am very excited about this new endeavor and hope you all are too. Now enjoy the rest of the show.�

John: � Whoa, that does sound exciting, and the MOW is getting two new superstars? From Japan no less things are getting very interesting around here aren�t they Bruce?�

Bruce: � They sure are John, they sure are, a light heavyweight division? Very exciting indeed, those matches are great!�

MATCH 2

John Taurus: � That�s right Bruce, The, well, uh, The Amazing Mr. Cheese? And he will face off against Mr. Pickle�s new friend G-4.� You know that G-4 guy looked pretty big to me, we first saw him Sunday night at Madmania.�

Bruce Kincaid: � Well I have heard of this G-4 guy, he has been wrestling in Japan for a while now, under a different name. He has wrestled in the Great White Thunder, up in Canada. A good bit of trivia is that he is a fourth generation wrestler�

John Taurus: � A fourth generation superstar? Wow!�

�Go you Packers Go Go� by the Weisenheimers, plays over the p.a., and a six-foot tall, yellow version of Mr. Pickle comes out.

Bruce: �What the hell is that?�

John: � I have no idea Bruce.�

Loujack: � Hailing from Green Bay, WI, and weighing 215 pounds. He is The Amazing Mr. Cheese

Mr. Cheese starts to walk to the ring in the exact same manner as Mr. Pickle. The crowd quickly turns on him, booing and jeering his every move. He enters the ring smiling from ear to ear. Mr. Cheese climbs the turnbuckle, and starts to shake his head from side to side like Mr. Pickle does. SPLASH!!!, he is hit right in the face with a full, jumbo-sized soda. Mr. Cheese jumps off the turnbuckle and looks around, confused.

Bruce: � I don�t think he gets the fact that this crowd doesn�t like imposters.�

John: �They sure don�t Bruce, they sure don�t. Mr. Cheese, hey now I remember, he�s that guy that kept calling and harassing Mr. Pickle, and showed up one day at the Boneyard and wouldn�t leave till Bonecrusher agreed to train him. From what I hear Pickle isn�t very fond of him.�

Mr. Cheese walks around in the ring, doing his best Mr. Pickle impersonation. The camera goes backstage to see Mr. Pickle talking to a much taller man.

Mr. Pickle: � Well champ are you ready! This is your big chance to show the world what you can do!�

Deep voice: � You know, I said yes to this ridiculous hat, but do I have to come out to THAT song?�

Mr. Pickle: � Yes, it�s a fun song! And be sure to dance, the crowd loves dancing!�

Back on the entry ramp, G-4 walks out to �Safety Dance� by Men Without Hats. After he takes a few steps the crowd starts to roar as Mr. Pickle comes through the curtain. G-4 stops, starts to shuffle his feet and does a very little jig. He abruptly stops and heads towards the ring.

Mr. Pickle: � I told you so, you can dance!�

Loujack: � Hailing from Thunder Bay, Canada; he is 7 and a half feet tall, and weighs 364 pounds. I give you G-4, the fourth giant, and the worlds largest luchador.�

Mr. Pickle stands at the top of the ramp, dancing to the music. G-4, clad in green and bright yellow, with a bright yellow stovepipe hat, walks to the ring. In the ring, Mr. Cheese looks at the seven and a half footer with a slight look of fear.

Bruce: � That�s not the same G-4 I saw win the Lord of Death Matches tournament in Tokyo, last summer! What a horrible costume.�

John: � That is a lot of yellow, and check out that hat! What did you expect from Mr. Pickle�s personal champion?�

G-4 climbs up the ring apron, grabs the top rope and leaps over it into the ring, landing agilely on his feet, as if he were a cat.

John: � Did you see that? I mean Hellfire leaps the rope, and is taller than this guy, but he doesn�t do it as fluidly. He just sort of muscles his way over, this guy moves like a cat. A real big cat.�

Bruce: � Well that�s where that luchador comment came from. This guy was trained in Mexico to be more of a highflier than other guys his size. He has had injuries in the past from high-risk moves. Lately he has adopted a more balanced style; mixing high risk maneuvers with submissions and a dangerous power game.�

The bell rings and the match gets under way, with Mr. Pickle remaining on the entrance stage. Mr. Cheese looks over G-4 a bit, then walks up to him and extends his hand for a handshake. G-4 stands and stares, somewhat confused at his opponent, then looks to Pickle who emphatically nods his head. G-4 goes to shake Mr. Cheese�s hand, but Cheese quickly pulls his hand away, and runs it through his hair while turning in a circle, smiling at the crowd. A switch is seemingly flipped in G-4, whose face goes from one of impassiveness to a mask of rage. As Mr. Cheese turns to face the green giant he is nailed with a brutal clothesline, which knocks him to the mat. G-4 follows up with a huge legdrop, and quickly locks on an ankle submission. Mr. Cheese howls in pain, as G-4 lifts him off the mat by his leg and slams him down again. G-4 picks up Mr. Cheese, and throws him into the ropes, following him in with a spear. He then tosses Cheese out of the corner, leaps over the top rope, and leaps up to the top turnbuckle, and then hits the now standing Cheese with a missile dropkick.

Bruce: � Holy cow! What agility for a big man, here he goes again.�

G-4 crosses the ring and jumps up to the opposite top turnbuckle, and hits the prone Cheese with a guillotine leg drop. He then picks up Cheese, throwing him into the corner and following him in with a handspring-backelbow-smash. G-4 then unleashes a mixed offensive flurry that includes, high dropkicks, leaping kicks, powerbombs, suplexes, and more aerial attacks. After about three minutes he puts Mr. Cheese over his shoulders, climbs the ropes and hits a Super DVD.

John: � Well Pickle�s stalker, Mr. Cheese hasn�t had any offense, but this G-4 is freaking amazing, look at him go!�

G-4 taunts the crowd, even climbing the ropes to do the Mr. Pickle head wiggle. The crowd erupts with cheers. On the top of the ramp however, Mr. Pickle has a look of consternation on his face. G-4 grabs Mr. Cheese, and sets him up for a move. He points at Mr. Pickle, then at Mr. Cheese, and then at the ring. G-4 drops his foe in the center of the ring with the hangman ddt. Then goes for the pin.

Bruce: � The Classic Vlassic Victim Smash!!!!!!!!! From a seven footer! I think Mr. Cheese is dead!�

John: � Or wishes he was!�

On the ramp Mr. Pickle shakes his head and says, � No, No, No, let the little guy win, yeah!�. G-4 stands up and looks at Pickle, angry and confused, he mouths �what?�. Mr. Pickle replies with.

Mr. Pickle: � Well for a three minute squash it was a good match! But we need an exciting ending! So let the little guy win, it�ll make the people happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now go on, do it!!!!!!!!!�

G-4 stands up and stares at Pickle who nods his head repeatedly. The green monster then kicks the bottom rope and walks over to the unconscious Mr. Cheese. He picks him up and tosses him into the air, falling underneath him.

John: � Cross body block from the little guy!�

Bruce: � What are you nuts? That wasn�t a move, just an unconscious idiot falling on the big guy. I can�t believe Pickle, I knew he was whacked but what is this crap about?�

The bell rings the match and it is announced that Mr. Cheese is the winner. G-4 gets up and exits the ring by jumping over the top rope, and landing on the arena floor like a gymnast. He walks up the ramp staring at Pickle with a look of total disgust on his face. He walks right by the commissioner. Mr. Pickle says, � C�mon don�t pout, now that was exciting! Hey are you listening to me!?! �. He then follows G-4 through the curtain.

John: � Well Mr. Cheese is out cold in the ring, doesn�t look like a winner to me! What the hell is going on anyway?�

Bruce: � I have no clue. Here comes MOW trainer, and head of security, Bonecrusher. I guess he has to revive this putz.�

Bonecrusher pulls some smelling salts out of his side pack, and moves them under Cheese�s nose. Cheese jumps up to his feet, looking around. When he notices the replay on the Madvision he stops and watches. He begins to jump up and down yelling, � I won, I won!�. He grabs Bonecrushers shoulder and shakes him, repeating I won, I won. Bonecrusher can be heard saying, � don�t touch me�. Mr. Cheese continues to shake Bonecrusher who nails him with a hard right hand, knocking him down. Bonecrussher then slaps on a Canadian crossface for about thirty seconds. After releasing the hold he grabs a mic.

Bonecrusher: � I told you not to touch me. Training is at eight tomorrow morning.�

Bonecrusher then makes his way to the back of the arena, as the camera shows Mr. Cheese gets to his feet. He then exits the ring and walks confidently to the backstage area.

MATCH 3

Bruce Kincaid - " Wow that is a change, the crowd is somewhat cheering for Stan, Well John I am not sure why these members of the Alliance are going at it tonight? I mean they are friends in the battle with the Skull Legion."

John Taurus - "I guess Mr. Pickle liked what he saw at Madmania. The Guardian somewhat seemed to turn against Stan, as did The Zombie turned against Hellfire. These matches tonight seemed to have been made as if Pickle knew what was going to happen. I just hope that the Guardian stays with the Alliance and what we saw of him last is just a friendly rivalry."

Bruce = "Yes I hope so to, I also hope that the Zombie incident was the same."

The Guardians music hits and is immediately cut off "Shut that off"

The Guardian come out of from behind the curtain, with a microphone. The Prophet is not with him. "you know I come out here week after week after week fighting this battle with the Skull Legion.... I listen to the Prophet when he was saying that with the combined forces of the Alliance will eliminate the Skull Legion. Is the Skull Legion disbanded??!....."

John Taurus - "Steamroller Stan looks confused in the ring, he seems ready for a match, not a verbal tirade"

Guardian - "No Stan, I will answer for you since you have no personality. NO, THE SKULL LEGION IS STILL AROUND."

Stan goes to the Loujack and asks for a mic while Guardian is talking.

Guardian - "I have listened to the Prophet when he said we should put personal agendas aside and just focus on the destruction of the Skull Legion, Well I tell you what I am sick of being his little lapdog. I am sick of fighting this losing war."

Stan - "Well it sounds to me that you have a problem with Prophet, why not take it up with him?"

Guardian - "Look Stan, I.. am doing the talking here. You will listen, just like the little lapdog that you are. you can take this message to the Prophet, I quit. In fact, I quit the M.O.W. Consider me, a lone wolf"

Bruce Kincaid - "what?! did I just hear that?"

Guardian throws down the mic and walks out.

Steamroller Stan - "Well Lone wolf or not, we have unfinished business." Stan hands the mic back to Loujack, and storms after Guardian."

John Taurus - "Folks we will be right back."

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Commercial Break

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The Axe: � Hey Bernie can I talk to you for a minute?�

Bernie: � Sure, sure, come on in Axe, come on in. Hey why don�t you two go take a break eh? Go get yourselves some coffee or something. It�s okay, Axe will be in here I�ll be okay, go on take a break.�

The bodyguards walk off as Bernie lets The Axe into the office and closes the door.

MATCH 4

Hardcore Tag Title

Bruce: � And Warlock was not happy with their performance either, he even gave them a little pep talk in the form of The Incantation. Tonight we�ll see how his new �tough love� approach works.�

Backstage the camera catches sight of The Minions and Warlock on their way to the entrance area. The Minions faces are covered in cuts and swollen bruises. Painkiller sports fresh stitches over his left eye and across his jaw. Creamator�s right eye is nearly swollen shut. Warlock stops walking and starts to talk to his team.

Warlock: � I�m not coming to ringside tonight, I have to try to keep Doom in line. All I have to say is this; you learned what it means to fail on Sunday. Do NOT return to me without those belts, to do so would displease me, and you know what my displeasure reaps, do you not?�

The Minions just nod at Warlock who gestures them to go on their way. They look at each other then walk toward the entrance area. Warlock just smiles and then walks off, yelling �Doom!, where are you!�.

Black Sabbath�s �Sabbath Bloody Sabbath� begins to play as The Minions make their way to the ring through smoke and fire. The crowd boos the two henchmen as they approach the ring.

Loujack: � Making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 630 pounds, and hailing from Romania; Painkiller and Cremator, The Minions!�

�Nowhere to Run� by DMX and Ozzy Osbourne, plays through the arena, as the Bad Ass Assassins walk cockily to the ring. The Assassins are showing off not only their newly one-title belts, but also the brass knuckles and steel chain they used to win them. The crowd reaction is mixed with slightly louder cheering than booing.

Loujack: � Hailing from Tokyo, Japan at a combined weight of 676 pounds they are the current MOW Hardcore Tag Team Champions. Warhammer and Slicer, the Bad Ass Assassins!�

John: � Well it�s time to see if Warlock�s pep talk had an effect on The Minions or did it fall on deaf ears?�

Bruce: �I wouldn�t be surprised it their ears aren�t still ringing from Sunday.�

Before the Assassins can get to the ring The Minions cut them off halfway up the entrance ramp, and waylay them with brutal chair shots to the head and back. Warhammer gets away from The Minions and makes it to ringside, only to watch in horror as his partner takes two chair sandwiches to the head and drops to his knees. Warhammer rushes back towards his partner but is cut off by Cremator, who swings his chair at Warhammer�s head, missing completely as the Assassin ducks the chair and lands a brass knuckle powered right hand to his attackers jaw. On the ramp Slicer attempts to get to his feet, but is nailed with an explosive chair shot to his forehead, which knocks him down, apparently unconscious and, obviously bleeding.

Bruce: �Slicer is busted open, he is bleeding like a stuck pig!!!!! What a mess!!�

Painkiller heads off to help his partner, leaving Slicer a bloody mess on the entrance ramp. Warhammer is peppering Cremator with right hands and has the taller man reeling. Painkiller comes up behind Warhammer and swings his chair straight down, but his target sidesteps and the blow nails Cremator instead. Cremator falls backwards over the guardrail into the crowd. Painkiller watches his partner fall and is caught off guard by a Lou Thez press by Warhammer. When the two of them land on the arena floor, Warhammer wastes no time reopening Painkillers stitches with a series of hard right hands. Warhammer is wailing away at Painkiller and shouting obscenities at him as well.

John: �Holy (bleep)! Warhammer is going postal on Painkiller, there�s blood everywhere!�

Bruce: � Yeah, but Cremator is back on his feet and moving towards them now. And Warhammer has no clue.�

Cremator moves behind Warhammer and picks him up by the back of his neck, he then lifts Warhammer above his head and gives him a snake-eyes on the safety rail. Cremator helps his partner up and the two go to work on Warhammer, hitting him with several double team moves and a variety of objects that the fans hand them. Cremator powerslams the Assassin onto a chair, and then Painkiller piledrives him on said chair, splitting Warhammer�s head wide open. Warhammer struggles to his feet and manages to get onto the ring apron, and then hits Painkiller with a hard dropkick to the face. Getting up, Warhammer catches Cremator off guard with a fist to the groin and then stands up, snapping the back of his head into Cremator�s face. Then he drives the big man down with a clothesline, but is in turn bulldogged to the floor by Painkiller. The Minions stand over the fallen and bloody Assassin, stomping on him with great abandon, only to be taken out by a now conscious and very pissed off Slicer. Slicer has his brass knuckles on his right hand and his steel chain wrapped around his left. Slicer nails both Minions several times with his weapons, giving Warhammer time to get to his feet. Soon all four men are in a massive melee, that rages in and out of the ring, culminating in several near falls. The list of weapons is nearly endless, chairs, a baseball bat, a kendo stick, frying pans, cookie sheets, road signs, the ring bell and a VCR, compliments of a ringside fan.

John: � Now THIS is HARDCORE!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah what a match! The Assassins haven�t even taken their title belts off yet.�

Bruce: �Where the hell are they going now?�

All four men continue fight up the entrance ramp and into the backstage area, hitting each other with anything that�s not nailed down. They soon end up outside the arena in the parking lot. The Minions begin to take the advantage as the Bad Ass Assassins begin to tire. Slicer swings his chain in a wide arc and catches Cremator in the mouth, and now all four men are bleeding profusely. Painkiller locks up with Warhammer and powerbombs him to the ground, and then drops an elbow on him. Cremator ducks another swing of the chain, and delivers a fallaway slam, tossing Slicer over his head and into the windshield of a car. Painkiller then takes the chain from his opponent and begins to whip him like a mule as Slicer tries to flee. Cremator throws Warhammer into the side of a van, head first, then just crashes right into him. Painkiller successfully retrieves the brass knuckles from Slicer and begins to pound him with them while choking him with the chain. He lets Slicer fall to the hood of the car that they are on, once the Assassin is totally unconscious, and moves to aid his partner. Cremator and Warhammer are now on top of the van they were fighting next to, and Warhammer gets Fire Thunder-driven onto the roof. Painkiller joins his partner on top of the van. The two monsters look down at their beaten foe and then back to each other. Painkiller points down to the prone Slicer, lying on the hood of the car beside them then points to Warhammer, Cremator nods his agreement. The Minions then pick up Warhammer and deliver a hellacious double powerbomb, sending Warhammer from the top of the van, crashing onto the hood of the car and his partner as well. They then climb down and Cremator watches as Painkiller easily covers both Assassins for the pin.

John: � My Lord, what a match! Look at those four, they�re all bloody messes!�

Bruce: � Are the Bad Ass Assassins even alive after that powerbomb!?!�

The Minions remove the tag belts from the Assassins and put them on their shoulders as they make their way back to the ring. The crowd is now cheering like mad as The Minions music begins to play again. The new Champs climb into the ring and celebrate.

Loujack: � Winners by pinfall and your NEW Hardcore Tag Team Champions, The Minions!�

The Minions celebrate a while longer and then head back to the dressing room. Outside the Bad Ass Assassins are being helped up by security, and slowly begin walking back to the arena.

"Jesus built my hotrod" by Ministry and as a beat up Mechanic slowly makes his way from the backstage. The mechanic shuffles down down to the ring, he has a neckbrace and is hobbling with one crutch. The crowd has a mixed reaction at the sight of him.

Bruce Kincaid - "Jesus, that is the Mechanic, he took a hell of a beating at Madmania at the hands of Narn,"

John Taurus - "And he is to participate in the Jcrown tourney in the next couple of weeks, I wonder what he has to say?"

The Mechanic is trying to get into the ring, he has to have other people help him in. The music stops as he grabs a microphone.

Mechanic - "I know you all are wondering on why I am out here, I know Mr. Lomax has plans for me in the Jcrown Tourney, well unfortunately I am unable to participate in the tournament. I am sure you all saw the beating I got at Madmania" The Crowd erupts with cheers.

Mechanic looks confused. "I mean the injuries I suffered have been to much on me, I have a strained neck..."
The Crowd erupts with cheers.

"torn ligaments in my knee"
The Crowd erupts with cheers.

"a huge concussion"
The Crowd erupts with cheers.

Mechanic - "Well it sounds like you all want me to to continue getting hurt? Well unfortunately I am not going to be able to give you that wish, I am calling it quits, I am going to retire."

The Crowd boos loudly.

Bruce Kincaid - "well John it look like the crowd still wants the beatings to continue" Suddenly "Beautiful People" by Marylin Manson hits the arena, as Bloodhunt walks down to the ring with a microphone followed by a rather huge package. "heeeyy Mechanic, whats going on? leaving us soooo soon."

Bloodhunts walks down to ringside, as the package is pushed down by 7-8 stagehands. "ya see, since you and me have a history I thought it would be nice, if I send you away with a gift."

Mechanic - "What? No, I would just like to leave in peace."

Bloodhunt - "Well, Cooter, I've got some news for ya, you aint leaving in peace, you are leaving in pieces"

And with that suddenly the package bursts open, the Creature, Zombie, and two other mysterious wrestlers jump out and surround the ring.

Bruce Kincaid - "My God!!"

John Taurus - "That is the man that tombstoned Armageddon at Madmania, is this group the Hallows Eve that he was talking about?"

The men surround the ring, Mechanic hold his crutch like a baseball bat. The group charges into the ring. Mechanic levels the Creature with a blow to the head with the crutch, shattering it to pieces.

Bruce Kincaid - "Holy COW, I just realized, that man in red is the former Slaughterhouse world Champ, Phenix!!!!!"

The Zombie catches Mechanic from behind knocking him down to the mat. The rest of the group surround him, kicking him as he tries to get up, until he simply does not get up anymore. Zombie grabs the mic.

Zombie - "This is new..... beginning, the Evil... Dead we are" Zombie hands the microphone to Creature.

Creature - "ARRRRRRRUGGHHHHHHH" and kicks the Mechanic. Creature hands the mic to Phenix.

Phenix - "I have made myself known in the MOW Slaughterhouse, joining the Evil Dead will be the next level. I will be here to make someone feel the pain that I have felt, that poor fool has yet to be chosen. and believe me, it the pain will be great." Hands the mic to Blood Hunt.

Bloodhunt - "and you" points to the Mechanic "are just the beginning of the souls that will suffer at the hands of the Evil Dead." hands the mic to Hallow's Eve.

Hallows Eve - "The final curtain has fallen upon those in the MOW, the witching hour has come, the reign of the Evil Dead has begun. Alliance, Skull Legion, and other fools, beware the mark of the dead, your time has come.

Mechanic lies in a heap in the ring, as the Evil Dead exits the ring.

Bruce Kincaid - "my god I Cant believe what they did to the Mechanic."

John - "you know Bruce, the crowd asked for it"

We see Bernie�s bodyguards standing by the catering area drinking coffee as the Sex Machines walk up. The Sex Machines see the bodyguards and stop at the catering table.

Sex Pistol: � Hey magilla gorilla, get me a cup of joe wouldja? Lots of cream and sugar please, I like my coffee like I like my women, light and sweet.�

Love Gunn: � I�ll take a cup to, and give me a bearclaw as well.�

The guards look at the Sex Machines as if the two pretty boys were nuts.

Bodyguard#1: �We�re not waiters boy, we�re Mr. Lomax�s personal security.�

Bodyguard#2: � You�ll have to get your own coffee�girls.�

The Sex Machines take offense at being denied and they begin a heated argument with the bodyguards.

Bruce: � Well it looks like we may end up with a problem between those gentlemen, we�ll keep you posted on that situation. I think the Sex Machines have lost it, I wouldn�t want those two bodyguards pissed at me that�s for sure.�

MATCH 5

Bruce: �Well I don�t even know why we have this match tonight, Aftershock totally dominated Tremor on Sunday. I would think that this feud would be over.�

John: �Well perhaps Tremor has more in store for Aftershock.�

Prong�s �Snap your fingers Snap your neck� hits the arena, and Tremor heads down to the ring. The crowd boos him loudly, but it doesn�t phase him in the least. His face is contorted in anger and hate, he doesn�t look happy at all.

Loujack: �Making his way to the ring weighing in at 391 pounds, and hailing from San Andreas, CA, the Master of the Great Quake, Tremor.�

�Aftershock� by Anthrax begins to play, signaling the coming of Aftershock. He stands at the top of the entrance ramp, hands on his hips and stares at his ex-partner.

Loujack: �Weighing in at 230 pounds and also hailing from San Andreas, CA..... Aftershock.�

Aftershock pulls a microphone out of his tights and begins to talk as he makes his way down to the ring.

Aftershock: �So Tremor, I see you have recovered from the ass-kicking you got on Sunday. You want another one so soon? Oh, that�s right, I�m dead weight right? I guess you want to just pick up this dead weight and throw it in the trash huh?�

Tremor just stands in the ring smiling from ear to ear and nodding his head.

Aftershock: �You seem to agree with me, what are you smiling for anyway?�

Aftershock�s question is answered in the form of a Headhunter to the back of the head. Brimstone stands over Aftershock, looking pleased, and then tosses him into the ring. Tremor picks up Aftershock and drops him with the Great Quake. Brimstone enters the ring and the two members of the Legion begin to put the boots to him.

John: �Those dirty sob�s in the Skull Legion are at it again! Dirty cowards, that�s all they are.�

Suddenly Archangel is in the ring, throwing rights and lefts. Tremor is knocked out of the ring, leaving Brimstone to deal with the enraged giant.

Bruce: �Archangel! Archangel! Archangel! Thank God for the Archangel!�

Archangel hits Brimstone with a massive Chokeslam, and signals for the Holy Cross. He positions Brimstone up in the air, and runs forward at the ropes launching him with a modified version of the Holy Cross. Tremor watches helplessly as Brimstone is tossed like a lawn jart, six feet through the air and crash into the broadcast table.

John: �Jesus Christ, look at our table!�

Bruce: �Jesus Christ, look at Brimstone!�

Tremor moves towards the ring, but Archangel stands before him, motioning come on in. Tremor drops off the apron, and goes to Brimstone�s aid. He picks up his teammate and puts him over his shoulder and takes him to the back. Archangel helps Aftershock to his feet as the crowd roars their approval.

John: � We seem to have another disturbance in the backstage area, can we get a camera back there?

The camera shows Bernie�s two bodyguards and the Sex Machines trying to get through the security guards holding them, at each other. Bonecrusher is holding one of the bodyguards, who is fighting to get free. The four of them are yelling and trying to throw punches, as the MOW security fight to keep them separated. Bernie comes running up yelling.

Bernie: � What the hell is going on here? I ask you guys to take a coffee break, and I get this, who started this?�

Sex Pistol: � Hey dude, all I did was ask the shaved apes here to pour me a cup of coffee and they like totally freaked it!!!!!�

Love Gunn: � Yeah, they started swearing and throwing stuff and tried to pick a fight.� Bernie looks at the bodyguard with the scar on his face a says, �Is that true Phil?�.

Phil: � No sir, it�s not true. We were over here getting some coffee and these two girls came over and demanded we serve them. Eddie told them we�re not waiters, we�re your bodyguards, and they got all bitchy.�

Eddie: � They act like twelve year old girls, especially the cute little blonde one.� Eddie then begins to make kissie faces at Sex Pistol and calling him cutie. This infuriates the hotheaded youngster and his partner. They both renew their efforts to get at the guards, who try to get at them as well. Many off color comments are tossed back and forth. After a few moments security gets them under control again.

Sex Pistol: � Me and my partner are going to the ring to settle this. You two monkeys can come on down if you have the balls.�

Love Gunn: �Yeah, if you two think you�re so tough, then prove it!�

Bernie: � Come on boys, you don�t know anything about Phil and Eddie here, don�t be hasty.�
Sex Pistol: � Hey, we�re a professional tag team, not a couple of street thugs in fancy suits. We had a good showing in the rumble on Sunday, and I want to keep that momentum going. I�m tired of being a joke in this fed, I�m not backing down to this trash, lets go.�

The Sex Machines walk off and head to the ring. The bodyguards begin to follow but Bernie stops them, shaking his head and pointing. He then walks off after the Machines. The bodyguards look at each other and shrug their shoulders.

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Commercial Break

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MATCH 6

T.V. Title Match

Bruce: �Doom is undoubtedly looking to regain the title. He totally dominated the tournament to win the title, but on Sunday his apparent lack of concentration cost him the victory. Perhaps Warlock has had a little talk to Doom as he did with The Minions.�

Metallica�s �Am I Evil� begins to play as Doom and Warlock appear out of nowhere. Showers of sparks and small fireballs rain down on them from above, but they appear oblivious to the situation as they head to the ring, to a fair share of boos.

Loujack: �Being accompanied to the ring by Warlock, hailing from parts unknown and weighing in at 340 pounds. He is the former Television Champion, this is Doom!�

Warlock appears to have to show Doom to the ring, as Doom seems very preoccupied. He is looking around the ring, looking under it and searching through the possessions of fans at ringside. Warlock gives him a slap to the back of the head and points him to the ring.

Bruce: �What is up with Doom? What is looking for anyway?�

�Visions� by Savatage is playing on the sound system but there is no Jester on the entrance ramp. Instead Jester is making his way to the ring through the crowd, tossing confetti and glitter in the air and stopping occasionally to give out treats to fans from his bag of tricks.

Loujack: � Making his way to the ring weighing in at 181 pounds and hailing from the planet Earth, he is the new Television Champion, The Jester!!!!!!!!!!!!�

Jester climbs over the safety rail, and pulls something out of his bag as he walks towards Warlock. Doom stares at Jester the whole time, his gaze never leaving the Champ. Warlock stares in disbelief as Jester blows up several long, thin balloons and begins to twist them together. Jester fashions the balloons into a big, silly hat, which he places, on Warlock�s head. He then gives Warlock a balloon horse as well. Jester then climbs into the ring as Warlock destroys the balloon creations to the disgust of ringside fans who pelt him with garbage before security subdues them.

John: �That Jester is a riot! A balloon hat on Warlock? Wouldn�t believe it if I didn�t see it!�

The referee takes the title belt from Jester, and folds it up nice before walking to Doom to show him the title. Doom reaches out and grabs the belt from the ref, and promptly puts it around his waist. Jester points at Doom and laughs hysterically, as the ref tries to get the belt from Doom.

Bruce: �Now what the hell is Doom doing, he is wearing the title belt, why?�

The referee tries to get the belt from Doom to no avail, until Jester, still laughing assures the ref that it�s okay. The bell rings and the match is under way. At the sound of the bell Doom seemingly comes alive, hitting Jester with a bodyslam. Jester gets to his feet, he is no longer laughing. Doom grabs Jester, whips him to the ropes and drives him down with a clothesline. Doom spends the next few minutes apparently toying with Jester, hitting him with a lot of powerbombs to Warlocks delight. After driving Jester into the turnbuckle with another powerbomb, Doom stares down at the title around his waist.

Warlock: � What the hell are you doing? Destroy him, make him suffer! Pick him up and finish him!�

Jester rolls out of the ring to escape Doom, but is blindsided by Warlock and his cane. In the ring the ref successfully removes the belt from Doom�s waist, and tosses it to the timekeeper. Doom turns on the ref who admonishes him, but Doom apparently doesn�t hear anything, as he is looking around for something. Outside, Warlock has beaten Jester down, and tosses him back into the ring.

Warlock: �DOOM! DOOM! There, now finish him off.�

Doom looks at Jester who is getting to his feet, and turns away. Jester runs at Doom and hits him with a dropkick to the back of his knee. Once Doom is down, Jester begins an offense of his own, starting with a kneedrop to the back of Doom�s head. Jester picks up Doom, and snapmares him to the mat, following with a leg grapevine. Doom pounds on the mat, but is still obviously distracted by something. Jester releases the hold and quickly climbs the ropes. When Doom gets to his feet, Jester takes flight, and catches him with a hurracanranas.

Warlock: � I told you to watch out for that high flying (beep)! You dumb sonof(beeeep)!�

Jester climbs the ropes again and attempts to perform the move again. This time when he lands on Doom, the monster catches him and hits the Whirling Dervish in the middle of the ring. Instead of covering Jester, Doom heads towards the timekeeper, and the belt. The referee follows Doom and tries to get him back in the ring. With the ref distracted, Warlock sneaks into the ring and heads for Jester, his cane ready. Jester quickly rolls out of the way, and pulls something out of his tights. He throws a handful of glitter into Warlock�s face, blinding him. Jester then nails the blinded Warlock with the Jawbreaker of Doom. Warlock bounces back and falls through the ropes. Doom re-enters the ring, wearing the belt, and stands in the middle arms raised above his head.

Bruce: � Doom is, well he�s apparently, oh hell I don�t know what he�s doing.�

Jester sneaks up on Doom, jumps on his back and applies a sleeper hold. Doom struggles as Jester tightens the hold, and scissors his legs around Doom�s waist. Doom stomps around the ring, swinging his arms around and shaking the ropes. After a few moments he drops right down on his ass. Jester digs in with the hold, smiling the whole time. The referee checks Doom by lifting his arm and dropping it again. Once, twice, three times and the match is over. The referee pulls the belt off of Doom and hands it to a very happy Jester, who gives the ref a pack of gum, and runs into the crowd.

John: � Jester beats Doom with a sleeper hold for the second time! Warlock will have to show Doom a counter to that move pretty soon.�

Bruce: � And work on this youngsters concentration as well.�

Loujack: �Winner by submission at 9:46, and STILL Television Champion, The Jester!!!!!!!!�

MATCH 7

RETIREMENT MATCH

Bruce: � Well look at this, the Sex Machines are on their way down to the ring!�

John: �It looks like we�re going to have a non scheduled match here. They look serious for a change.�

The Sex Machines get in the ring and start to warm up a bit. Bernie Lomax comes out from behind the curtain, and walks halfway down the ramp. He is carrying a microphone in his hand. After stopping half way down, he looks at the Sex Machines and shakes his head.

Bernie: � You guys don�t want to do this, really. My bodyguards are trained wrestlers with over three years experience, but now they�re my bodyguards not wrestlers.�

Love Gunn: � What, they couldn�t hack it in the business so they got out. That�s not our problem, it�s theirs.�

Bernie: � Really you guys don�t want to do this. Take my word for it.�

Sex Pistol: �Like I said I�m tired of being a joke, we�re not backing down. Hey Mr. Ex-commissioner, why don�t we make it worth your while and put our contracts on the line?�

The crowd, announcers, and Bernie all gasp. The Sex Machines nod their heads in the ring, basking in the attention.

Love Gunn: � Yeah, if your two goofs can beat us, we�re gone. We will retire.�

Bernie: � Just so everyone hear knows, I tried to talk them out of it. Be careful what you wish for boys, you just might get it. Phil, Eddie, do what you want.�

Bernie turns to walk out, as Phil and Eddie, come through the curtain. On their way to the ring they rip the sleeves off of their suit coats and shirts. They toss their sunglasses down and start to climb into the ring.

Bruce: � Here we go folks, a retirement match, right here on Therapy.�

John: �And for those who don�t pay attention, Phil is the one with the scar by his eye, Eddie is the one with out.�

The Sex Machines get the drop on the bodyguards, attacking them before they get through the ropes. The match quickly becomes a brawl.

Bruce: � It appears that this match will have no tag format.�

The Sex Machines dominate the first two minutes of the match. Love Gunn using power and technical moves, Sex Pistol using speed and high flying attacks. The Sex Machines don�t use a lot of teamwork, however and soon that proves their down fall. Love Gunn goes for a clothesline on Phil, who ducks and sends Gunn over the top rope. Phil then heads over to Sex Machine and hits a neckbreaker from behind. The bodyguards pick up Pistol and hit a double team thee-quarter-turn-neckbreaker in the middle of the ring.

John: � These two guys look like they have some skills, I wonder where Bernie found them.�

Eddie goes to work on Sex pistol, and Phil goes to work on Love Gunn. The bodyguards use a wide variety of DDT�s and neckbreakers on their opponents. Phil and Love Gunn spill outside, where Phil tattoos him with a two-by-four from under the ring, then an implant DDT onto a chair. In the ring Eddie, seemingly out of nowhere hits a flow DDT on Sex Machine and scores the pin at the four-minute mark.

Bruce: � Oh my God, the Sex Machines have lost, they have to retire!!!!�

John: � I don�t know a lot about Bernie�s guys here but it appears they can go.�

Love Gunn climbs into the ring and helps up his partner. The Sex Machines look up at the Madvision, and watch the replay of the last few seconds of the match, with obvious disappointment. The bodyguards walk up behind them and grab them by the hair, pulling their heads back. Phil and Eddie then talk some trash, and then simultaneously drop both Sex Machines on their heads, with Death-Drop DDTs.

Bruce: � Whoa, what a couple of bastards, that was not called for!�

The bodyguards walk out of the arena, their faces contorted with rage and disgust. The crowd cheers mildly for the two hardcases. The Sex Machines get up slowly, and walk out of the arena as well. On the way up the ramp they stop and wave at the crowd to say thanks, and goodbye. As they leave the crowd cheers them quite loudly.

John: � Well that�s just a shame, the biggest pop they ever got and it�s because they have to retire.�

Bernie Lomax - "Dont't you have your own office to go to? I mean I have work to do. I need to find a replacement for the Mechanic in the j-crown tourney."

Mr. Pickle - "Well I have a great idea!!"

Bernie - "What is it?"
Pickle - "Well I have this friend called Luche Larry, we could sign him."
Bernie - "Luche who?!"
Pickle - "Luche Larry the Best Luchadore in all of mexico. you heard of him!"
Bernie - "No I have not, is there a different name he went under?"
Pickle - "no, he is just Luche Larry, and I have his contract right here. Unless you want me in the tourney."
Bernie - "Noo No NO.. no offense to you, good commishioner but having some more international talent would be nice."

Bernie signs the contract and hands it over to Pickle without looking at it, "and besides are you not too busy for ring work yet?"
Pickle ignores him and snatches the contract, eyes gleeming, "I have to go back to my office and tell G-4 I found his tag team partner!!!!!" Mr. Pickle rushes out of the office.

Bernie Lomax - "Luche Larry!?"

MATCH 8

Loujack: �Making his way to the ring weighing in at 280 pounds and hailing from Washington DC, Your REAL American hero, General James!!!!�

Bruce: � The General is coming to the ring to our national anthem?�

John: � Yes he is, it appears that the higher ups in another promotion didn�t take kindly to The General using their �intellectual property� as they put it. So until he can find something that suits him I guess it�s this music.�

The General enters the ring as the fans cheer at building shaking volume. He loosens up a bit and awaits his opponent. His face is a large series of cuts and bruises.

Bruce: �Look at The General�s face, the Zombie sure did a number on him.�

A replay or the end of the Hardcore Title match at Madmania plays. It shows the Zombie catching The General with a chair during a suicide dive, and then just going to town on him. It then shows The General pass out rather than submit to the Boston Crab.

�Anvil of Crom� by Basil Poledoris, begins to play, signifying the arrival of Narn. The huge Celt stalks to the ring, snorting and grumbling to himself. The crowd boos the madman.

John: � I wonder if Narn has cooled down a bit since his tear on Sunday.�

A replay of Narn�s self-elimination from the Fatal Four-way Rumble and his subsequent temper tantrum, including his assault of a stretcher-riding Mechanic is shown.

Bruce: �He doesn�t look any happier to me, John.�

Loujack: �Weighing in at 320 pounds and hailing from parts unknown, The terror of the highlands, Narn the Mad Celt.�

Narn enters the ring and rushes the General, who sidesteps and catches the Celt with a drop toehold. General James gets to his feet and slams Narn to the mat, following up with a figure four leglock. Narn moves to the ropes to break the hold, and gets to his feet. The rest of the match has The General totally dominating the Celtic warrior. Narn try�s many offensive maneuvers but the General is totally on fire and after a minute or so has Narn totally under his control. The General hits the Fatal Freefall and easily gets the pin at.3:02.

Bruce: � What�s up with the General? What a match, it was like he declared war on Narn!�

John: � I don�t know but he was sure fired up tonight, Narn didn�t stand a chance.�

The General takes no time to celebrate, but heads right to the back. Narn gets up and begins another tantrum, yelling in an unintelligible language and throwing things as he stomps backstage. The camera follows him to the backstage area where he begins destroying a locker room. As he demolishes the room Mr. Cheese walks in holding an ice pack to his head.

Mr. Cheese: � Narn! Narn! Narn the Mad Celt! Wow, hey Narn, can I get an autograph? Huh, can I? Please, pretty, pretty please?!?!?!?!�

Narn looks at Mr. Cheese the way one looks at a bug it�s about to squash, and promptly hits him with the Celtic Crush. He then picks him up and does it again, before stomping out of the locker room.

Bruce: � That Narn is a basket case, he�s out of control.�

Inside the Lord of Hellfire is sitting in Mr. Pickles green leather chair. The sides have busted out. The rest of the Skull Legion are playing with Mr. Pickle's dreamcast system on the television. As Mr. Pickle opened the door all 5 members turn around, and look at Pickle.

Lord of Hellfire - "Son of a bitch" as he gets up from the chair.

Mr. Pickle - "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" and then immediately runs out of the room with Hellfire chasing him.

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Commercial Break

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The Doctor: �Candyman, what was so important that you demanded this interview tonight? I mean a lot of stuff is going on tonight and I�m kind of busy keeping track of it all, what with the formation of the Evil Dead and�

Candyman: �Yeah, that�s enough talking there Doc, the Candyman has something to say ok their daddy-o? You know the Candyman won the Fatal-Fourway Rumble, easily I might add. Yet where is the Candyman on tonight�s card? Huh, where is he? Nowhere, that�s where, now is that right?�

The Doctor: �Well Candyman, I don�t make those decisions you know.�

Candyman: � Well who does?

The Doctor: �Mr. Pickle is the commissioner, perhaps he made the decision.�

Candyman: �I don�t think my good friend Mr. Pickle would make such a grievous mistake as to overlook my participation in tonight�s show. Someone else is behind this, probably that jackass Lomax, seems like the kind of boneheaded decision that moron would make. Well anyway Doc, make with the questions I�m a busy guy you know.�

The Doctor: �You asked for this interview!�

Candyman: �Don�t bother me with trivial details you little twerp, just ask some questions I got stuff to do.�

The Doctor: �Well, how has winning the Fatal-Fourway Rumble on Sunday affected you?�

Candyman: �Just look at Cotton Candy here, look at the earings, necklace and her new dress. We did a little shopping. And hey, look at this Rolex, traded it at a pawnshop for that gaudy bowl they gave me.�

The Doctor: �You traded the trophy for a watch?!�

Candyman: �No, I traded it for a Rolex. You wear a watch, you cheap bastard I wear art. Winning also confirms what I�ve been saying for a while now; I am the best the MOW has to offer. It is just a shame none of the freaks, losers or basket cases in this fed have the guts to face me in the ring.

The Doctor: �What makes you say that?�

Candyman: �Have I speaking in a language you don�t understand, you peon? If someone had the guts to face me I�d have a match tonight. What do I have to do to get you to comprehend, draw a picture with crayons?�

The Doctor: �There is no need to be rude.�

Candyman: �Don�t confuse rudeness with superiority, you dimwitted hack. Just ask the questions and try to keep up with the answers.�

The Doctor: �What else have you done since Sunday?�

Candyman: �I can�t say what Candy and I have been doing since this is a family show. I did get a case of some really great hair gel though, doesn�t my hair look silky and�

Candyman is cut off as Mr. Pickle runs past at top speed, screaming at full volume. Candyman and Dr. John both look confused. Candyman turns back to the camera, to comment, but is knocked to the floor by a clothesline from a running Lord of Hellfire. Hellfire doesn�t even stop, but keeps chasing Pickle. The camera follows them for a while, and then turns back to Candyman who is being helped up by Cotton Candy.

The Doctor: �Candyman, are you alright?�

Candyman: �How�s my hair look?

MATCH 9

NON-TITLE MATCH

John Taurus - "Hellfire sure looked pissed. I would hate to see what happens when he see what happened to their motorcycles."

Prongs "Snap your fingers" music hits as the lights go out, a small ring of fire encircles part of the stage. Armageddon and Apocalypse rise from the middle of the ring of fire and make their way down to the ring.

Loujack - "coming down to the ring hailing from parts unknown, Current members of the Skull Legion, these are the Twin Towers of Terror, the Apocalypse, the Armageddon, this is your Doomsday"

John Taurus - "These guys seem ready to go, I am sure they are going to try to get a little payback for what happened to them at Madmania"

----a small replay of Madmania is shown with the Crew attacking and pushing Doomsday off the stage and taunting them with the Belts. ----

Queen's "the Prize" plays over the intercom as the crowd erupts in a huge ovation, D. Crew chants can be heard. The noise and chants become louder as Devastator and Decimator appear on the runway. Stopping to look up at the newly added footage of their video package. The footage of the Crew attacking and pushing Doomsday off the stage and taunting them with the Tag Belts. Both seemed to crack a smile as they made their eay down to the ring.

Loujack - "coming down to the ring weighing in at a combined 560 pounds, the most Dominant tag-team ever in the M.O.W. Devastator, Decimator.....The Destruction Crew!!!!!!"

Bruce Kincaid - "wow that is what I call rubbing it in, I believe this has just got personal."

The Bell sounds as Decimator and Apocalypse start the match. Decimator begins to dictate the pace, hitting an early bodyslam on the big guy, followed up by a huge spinebuster. With Apocalypse reeling Decimator tries to lift him up for a body press, Decimator immediately drops Apocalypse and reaches for his back. You can see him wince from the pain. While Apocalypse lies on the ground Decimator makes the tag, to a rather confused Devastator. Decimator exits the ring, grimacing in pain.

Bruce Kincaid - "Oh no it looks like Decimator has hurt his back, and now Devastator will have to pick up the slack"

John Taurus - "I sure hope it is not serious, I mean this is a non-title match, I would love to see someone beat this team for the titles. They can't be beat if they can't compete"

Bruce - "Maybe that is the strategy Doomsday is trying to do, make them forfeit the titles? or could this just be a ruse by the Destruction Crew?"

As Devastator turns around after checking on his partner, he is hit by a massive closeline. Devastator is then irish whipped to Doomsdays corner and into the awaiting boot of Armageddon. Devastator seems to shrug off the blow, and nails Armageddon with a vicious kick to the midsection knocking him off the apron. Devastator turns around to see a charging Apocalypse diving for a spear, Devestator immediately drops to his back on the mat, under the spear, and kicks upwards, sending Apocalypse in a akward looking monkey flip over the top rope, landing on the concrete at ringside.

Armageddon grabs Devastator's foot and pulls him out of the ring, while Apocalypse climbs back into the ring to distract the ref. Armageddon works over Devastator and throws him back into the ring. Decimator is seen holding his back, trying to get into the ring to make the save, but just cant do it. Apocaylpse moves back over to his teams corner , tags in Armageddon, and sets up Devastator for a powerbomb. Apocalypse flips up Devastator, while he is still in the air, Armageddon locks on for a chokeslam on Devastator.

Bruce Kincaid - "What the hell is this?!?"

Apocalypse drives Devastator down with the powerbomb as Armageddon drives in a chokeslam on him at the same time, culmanating in a Powerbomb/chokeslam combo. Immediately Armageddon goes for the pin as Apocalypse cuts off a slightly injured Decimator with a closeline. Armageddon gets the Pin 1,2,3.

John Taurus - "What an unbelievable move, that was amazing, I have never seen the Crew get manhandled like that. Too bad it is not for the titles."

Bruce Kincaid - "Well, with Decimator looking like he strained his back at the beginning of the match, I know that took its toll. Especially since Devastator had to fill in for him for most of the match. I just hope it is not serious."

Pickle - *crackling phone* "yes I am...... G-4 Drive straight!!!!!! watch out for that dog!!!!!"

Bruce Kincaid - "Mr. Pickle?!?"

Pickle - *crackling phone* "well I just wanted you all to let Loujack ***ZZZZ or whoever is announcing the matches that the ZZZZZ last match ZZZ is now a First Blood Match.."

John Taurus - "You mean by Zombie rules, wont that throw the match in favor of the Zombie? I mean do you want Hellfire to lose?"

Pickle - *crackling phone* "Did you see what that ZZZZZZZZ pasty dipstick did to my chair?!? and my car?!?! G-4 I said to drive straight!!!!!!"

Bruce Kincaid - "so you want Hellfire to pay?"

Pickle - *crackling phone* "WhAT?! I couldn't hear ZCH* you. G-4 wear your hat,...... I dont care if you cant fit it in the car. Dont argue with me I am Mr. Pickle.... ZAZACHHHHHH"

John Taurus - "Mr. Pickle?!?! can you hear us?"

Pickle - *crackling phone* "Dont tell me to shut up....... Do you want a cape also?... didnt think so. AHHH Watch out for that old man!!!!" - phone goes dead.

John Taurus - "Well Folks it looks like this final match will be a first Blood Match"

MATCH 10

FIRST BLOOD MATCH

Loujack - "Making their way to the ring weighing a combined 517 pounds, the M.O.W. Hardcore Champion, the Zombie and Bloodhunt. The Evil Dead." Zombie and Bloodhunt circle the ring.

Backstage, Hellfire is shown walking towards the ring, yelling and punching crew members and stagehands as he walks past them. Brimstone is walking behind behind the Lord of Hellfire holding onto a check, shaking his head.

Bruce Kincaid - "it looks like Hellfire just found what happened to the Skull Legion's Motorcycles"

"Snap your fingers" by Prong hits as Hellfire and Brimstone appear on the runway, under the Madvision, Hellfire has a microphone in hand.

Loujack - "and making their way down to the ring for this first blood Tag - match, , The M.O.W. World Champion, the Lord of Hellfire and Skull Legion member, Brimstone."

Hellfire - "FIRST BLOOD?!?!" he yells into the microphone.

Loujack - "Commishioner Pickle just called that stipulation in Mr. Hellfire"

Hellfire - "PICKLE?!?! That F@$@$ son of a B@#$@?! That is it, someone is going to pay, Louie my boy, you are the first"

The crowd erupts with boos as Hellfire and Brimstone charge the ring. Loujack quickly exits the ring opposite of Hellfire, as the ref steps inbetween an enraged Hellfire and Loujack. Hellfire grabs the ref and gives him the Straight to Hell as the audience boos him. Hellfire throws the mic down.

Bruce Kincaid - "What is Hellfire doing?!?!? that man has a family!!!! he should be taking his frustration out on Pickle, not these poor helpless men."

John Taurus - "I agree. The ref nor Loujack have anything to do with this match and its stipulation"

Bloodhunt attacks Hellfire from behind with a dropkick, The Zombie grabs Brimstone and pulls him from the ring.

John Taurus - "I guess the match is still on, Evil Dead make the first move."

As the ref lies motionless in the ring, Bloodhunt attacks Hellfire, and the Zombie unleashed a flurry of offense and weaponry onto Brimstone at ringside.

Bruce - "It looks as if the Evil Dead have the upper hand in this match."

John - " Yeah it seems that Hellfire and Brimstone are letting their issues with Pickle interfere with their in ring performance."

Zombie running tries to spear Brimstone, Brimstone counters it, taking the dead mans momentum, and hits Zombie with a DDT on concrete. Zombie lies motionless on the ground. As Brimstone tries to get into the ring to help Hellfire , the Zombie sits up and hits Brimstone in the back with a chair.

In the ring, Bloodhunt has the world champ reeling with a flurry of kicks, nearly taking him off his feet. Hellfire grabs one of Bloodhunts kicks and counters it into a Fire thunder driver. Bloodhunt is bloodied by the blow and is lying in a heap in the ring.

John Taurus - "The match is over Bloodhunt & Zombie are bloodied!!! The Evil Dead have lost."

Bruce Kincaid - "Not yet John, the ref is still out. He is the final say."

Brimstone is given the Cranium Cracker onto the hard concrete at ringside by the Zombie, Zombie then grabs a chair and begins to hit Brimstone while he is down. Brimstone is out and bleeding profusly from the head.

John Taurus - "This match should be over."

In the ring Hellfire grabs Bloodhunt and is about to give him a chokeslam, the Zombie rushes back into the ring and hits Hellfire with a chair in the back. Hellfire releases Bloodhunt and looks straight at the Zombie. Bloodhunt rolls out of the ring.

Bruce Kincaid - "That didn't even look like it even effected Hellfire."

Zombie immediately hits Hellfire in the head with the chair. Hellfire seems to shrug it off, steps forward and motions Zombie to hit him again. Meanwhile Bloohunt has grabbed a chair and is back in the ring. Zombie winds up for the swing, Bloodhunt taps Hellfire on the shoulder, Hellfire turns and is immediately hit in the face with Bloodhunts Bloodmist. Hellfire reels back and is immediately sandwiched by Zombie's and Bloodhunt's chairs.

The ref slowly recovers and sees Hellfire lying in the ring covered in blood and motions to the timekeeper.

Loujack - "and winner of this match, The Evil Dead."

Camera fades to the M.O.W. logo as Hellfire is seen rising and extremely angry.