[The familiar sound of KoRn - Freak on A Leash, hits the PA system and the large crowd gives a very warm welcome to Joe Foale, as he makes his way out onto the platform, clad in his black 'lighting bolt' trousers.]

JP: I have high hopes for this guy, as does Ed.

Sully: He doesn't look very special. Not too special at all, actually.

[Foale enters the ring and the crowd gives another cheap pop to the 'Untold Story'.]

Peter Santos: In the ring, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 203lbs, Joe Foale!

JP: This is going to be an important match-up for both competitors - a definite chance to make an impression.

Sully: �A definite chance to mess-up, also, JP!

JP: Will you stop disagreeing with everything I say!

[David Bowie - Heart's Filthy Lesson hits the PA system, as JP and Sully continue to argue.]

Sully: Now here's some real talent, JP! Welcome to the ring� 'The Constrictor'!

[Tempest walks out clad in green jeans, cut-off at the knees, a grey T-shirt and denim-green jacket, which sits loosely over his shoulders. 'The Constrictor' makes his way down the ramp, locking eyes with Joe Foale.]

Peter Santos: Making his way to the ring, from Boston, Mass, weighing in at 262lbs, 'The Constrictor' Tempest!

[Tempest enters the ring slowly, and walks right up to Joe Foale. The two of them stare each other down, as the match bell rings. The two continue the stare down until Foale gets impulsive and fires a right hand at Tempest! The crowd erupts as Foale sends Tempest over the top rope with an impressive drop-kick. Joe Foale steps back and admires his work. He looks up at the crowd, and taunts to them.]

JP: Foale starting well, considering Tempest has the weight and height advantage over Foale.

Sully: Look how cocky he is, though, JP!

[Tempest takes his time, as he gets back into the ring. Foale looks down at Tempest, who slowly gets to his feet. He walks right up to Foale and slaps him across the face. Foale tries the same method of attack, and tries to pummel on Tempest. This time Tempest is ready, and ducks the attack. He goes for a neckbreaker, but Foale cleverly flips round, and reverses the move into an arm drag. Tempest gets up, and is annoyed at the chant the crowd have started for Foale.]

JP: Listen to this crowd! They're right behind Joe Foale.

Sully: I'm not!

[Foale goes to lock-up with Tempest, but Foale takes a knee to the gut from 'The Constrictor'. Tempest capitalises immediately with a dangerous DDT! Tempest goes for the cover, but Foale kicks out after 1 and a half. Tempest bounces off the ropes, and drops his knee onto Foale's lower back.]

Sully: Good tactics from Tempest, going for Foale's back.

JP: The MWF cannot afford any more injuries, though. They're in a bad way.

[Foale struggles to his feet, and him and Tempest tie-up. Foale gets the advantage this time and, despite the weight difference, executes a belly-to-belly suplex! Foale wastes no time, as he climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He waits for Tempest to rise, then instantly flattens Tempest down to the mat with a flying cross-body off the top turnbuckle!]

JP: Good strategy from Foale, going up top.

[Foale goes for the cover, and gets a 2-count. He pauses for a moment, and leans against the ropes, before sliding out of the ring. Joe Foale confuses the crowd in the arena, as he starts to walk up the ramp.]

Sully: Where the hell is that idiot going?!

[Joe Foale turns round and look at Tempest who is standing in the ring with a confused look on his face. Foale looks back into the ring and stops where he is. Foale smiles, and indicates for Tempest to join him.]

JP: It looks like these two are gonna take it out of the ring. Remember, folks, this is a single match.

[Tempest walks up the ramp, impatiently, but Foale looks like he knows what he is doing. Foale then jumps up onto the crowd barrier, which is alongside the entranceway. He stands on the top, as Tempest slows down his pace. Both competitors are simply meters away from each other, when suddenly Foale dives off the barricade, again, flattening Tempest, this time with a diving somersault plancha!]

JP: Oh my! Did you see that, Sully?!

Sully: That was� some move! But, c'mon, Tempest� get up!

[The crowd around the arena is going crazy as Foale slowly pulls himself up. The referee, Chad Pattison, is looking a little timid in the ring. Eventually, Pattison exits the safety of the ring and joins the action on the outside. Foale looks at the referee and smiles. Tempest slowly gets to his feet behind the oblivious Joe Foale. Chad tries to point out to Foale that Tempest is rising, but Foale seems laid back. Tempest creeps up behind Foale, and drives his elbow into the back of Foale! In the very last second, Foale dodges the attack, and Tempest's elbow goes right into the front of the referee, who crumbles to the ground.

JP: Oh man!

Sully: Haha! The referee is down! All hell is gonna break loose!

[A shocked Tempest, falls victim to a quick scoop slam from Foale, onto the hard steel of the entrance ramp! Tempest writhes with agony, and clutches his back, as Foale just looks down with a big smile on his face. He positions himself in front of Tempest, before executing an athletic standing moonsault onto Tempest.]

JP: What is gonna happen with Chad Pattison down?

Sully: This is gonna get ugly, that's what gonna happen, John!

[Foale slowly gets to his feet, and walks over to the ring again. He pulls up the ring apron, and searches under the ring. He pulls out a steel chair, followed be a wooden table! The crowd roars with excitement, as Foale sets up the table. Tempest recovers on the ramp, and slowly makes it back up to his vertical base. Foale finishes setting up the table, as Tempest approaches him.]

JP: You're right! This is sure as hell gonna get ugly!

[Tempest fires a right hand at Foale, who is taken back but Tempest's desperation power. Tempest fires another and another. As he goes for the last fire punch, Foale just manages to duck. Joe Foale kicks Tempest in the mouth, and 'The Constrictor' crumples into a heap on the floor. The crowd is going nuts in the arena, as Foale gets his breath back.]

JP: Foale is putting on a fantastic show here tonight! But I think he wants to finish it now!

Sully: No, he can't, JP! Not this way!

[Foale places Tempest precariously onto the table, then picks up the steel chair. He slams it onto the abdomen of Tempest and the crowd holds their breath, as their hero climbs onto the apron.]

Sully: Oh, man� this is horrific! But I love it at the same time!

[Foale slowly climbs the turnbuckle, 1st rope, 2nd rope and finally the 3rd rope. He gets to the very top rope, and looks down at Tempest, lying prone on the table, with the steel on top of him. Then, with one last look around the crowd, Foale leaps off the top rope, and crashes onto Tempest with a gigantic frog splash!]

JP: Oh my god! Oh my god! What an earth-shattering move, Sully!

Sully: I am speechless, JP! That was huge!

[The crowd is ecstatic, as both men lay at ringside, with all the energy blasted out of them. Referee Chad Pattison stirs on the outside, and crawls across the floor, to the two challengers, lying on the cold floor. Pattison has a bewildered look on his face. Chad looks down at both competitors, and inspects them. After several seconds of careful examination, Pattison gets to his feet, and signals for the ring to be rung.]

Sully: What the�! What just happened?

JP: I think the match ended in a draw, Sully! Both men are out cold!

[Peter Santos enters the empty ring with a mike in his hand. He addresses the lively Chicago crowd.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and Gentlemen� the outcome of this match is a draw, due to both competitors not being able to continue.

JP: What a strange turnout of events, Sully!

Sully: Neither man won, neither man lost! It's out first draw in the MWF.

[Neither wrestler's theme music can be played in the arena, so the official March Madness theme music, by Hell is for Heroes, plays through the loud speakers, as the scene slowly fades out to a commercial break.]

[Ian Gonzales walks towards the cameraman with his chunky microphone in hand. His frizzed black hair bobs up and down on his shoulders as he makes his way down the narrow corridor. He halts by a door. Our chance to view the doors inscription is missed as Gonzales knocks and enters quickly. Inside the room, sat by a cheap desk is General Manager Fozzy. He stares down at his grey suit.]

Ian Gonzales: Mr Fozzy� Ed sent me here. A few words, please?

Fozzy: It's going to take more than a few words to tell tonight's stories, Ian. I've read shorter novels, in fact. And Walker sent you here? HA! I expect he's as far away from the building as possible right now.

Ian Gonzales: It's not like you to be here so early.

Fozzy: I've been here since the early hours of the morning, waiting for the right time to reveal all. I think I'll leave it to the very last second. Wait for everyone to forget, and then I drop it on everyone.

Ian Gonzales: What is the context of this� revelation?

Fozzy: The context? Hatred, fear, immorality &endash; all features of tonight's "revelation."

[Fozzy stands and brushes down his jacket.]

Fozzy: Want to look my best, tonight's news isn't to be taken lightly, you know? This is going to change the MWF forever, and I honestly mean that, Ian. In fact, that's the most honest I've been since joining this place.

[The GM slips between Gonzales and the cameraman, out of sight. As Gonzales stares in bewilderment, Fozzy's voice echoes down the hall.]

Fozzy: Get ready Gonzales... It's nearly time!

[The camera cuts back to the MWF arena, and to JP and Sully.]

JP: Wow, strong words there from the MWF's General Manager.

Sully: I am itching to know this secret he holds so dear.

JP: Me to! I hope that Ed is prepared to deal with it, it can't be that terrible can it?

Sully: I'm not the man to ask. I tell you what can be terrible...

JP: What?

Sully: The revenge that Nova is going to wreak on The Jeopardizer tonight when he goes head to head with him as part of the MWF Tag Team Title match.

JP: In a matter of minutes, you will be seeing quite possibly one of the MWF's most epic matches.

Sully: Two teams that are just beginning to fan the flames of a fire that is going to burn for quite some time.

JP: Nova and Bandit are out to finally give a challenge to the MWF Tag Team Champions.

Sully: King and Jay-Z have to be very careful now, it is their first defence.

JP: King lost his Xtreme Title to Nova, but now The Jeopardizer has it back for the team of Xtreme you could say.

Sully: They seem to have a like for that title, all except Bandit have held it going into this match.

JP: No doubt he'll get a chance at it eventually.

Sully: Let's sit and watch JP, as this match unfolds.