SaraAnne: What you are hearing now is probably one of the best Metal albums in ten years....The forthcoming album from Megadeth entitled "The System Has Failed"....

Jason: That's right Sara....This album comes out in mid September...And the song playing now is "Kick The Chair" from that album....Tonight's theme song.... SaraAnne: Really quick let's show you what happened earlier in our first couple matches tonight....

Jason: Right, first we had Ben Mauler taking on Calvin King....

(Mauler dominated King from the outset of the match catching him with a double ax handle off the top of the dumpster, folowed up by ramming Calvin's head into the side of it opening him up in the first few minutes of the match. Mauler picked him up, hooking him into a spine crushing suplex into the side of the dumpster moments later. King never recovered and five punishing minutes later Mauler put him away for the win, and a shot at the TV title at 9:17)

Jason: Calvin seemed to have other things on his mind during that match...He also wasn't able to make his appointment with Abark so I'm told...He may have to make up for tonight on Slam Dance next week....

SaraAnne: Without further ado, Let's get the Television Title match started!

(The bell rings, both men walk around each other, both trading insults back and forth, before locking up. Predetor sent Jack to the ropes and caught him with a spine buster that nearly ended the match very early, but Jack kicked out raking Pred's eyes as he did. A hard bodyslam, followed by 3 rapid fire elbows, and Jack went for a quick cover, getting only a two count. Pred gets to his feet, and the two men trade blows punch for punch, chop for chop, each blow getting a reaction from the crowd.Jank stuns, Pred with a gut shot and goes for a lariat, Pred ducks and counters with a belly to belly! Jack wisely rolled out of the ring to regroup, the champion staring down at him.)

(Pred's patience wore thin quickly and he went out to throw Jack back into the ring and put him away. As he stepped out Jack sucker punched him in the side of the head, then dropped with a neckbreaker on the floor! Jack rolled back in beating the count and back out again, laying into Pred with kicks and punches, before picking him up and tossing him back into the ring. He turned bragging to the fans then stepped back into the ring, dragging the woozy Predetor to his feet, and hitting a quick snap-suplex.)

(Predetor again kicked out, and the two continued the fight. Back and forth for 44 minutes the two superstars of NEW battled. Both hitting their finishers, on more than one occasion.The fans roaring with their approval of this incredible match-up, as nearly 25 2-counts were registered, each time at the last possible moment being saved by that one bit of desire to win and move on. Finally with mere seconds left in the match a exhausted Jack hit Pedator with Anxiety and caught the 1...2...THREEE at 44:58 winner and NEW TV champion Jack DeVargas! The fans gave both men a standing ovation as Jack was awarded the TV title the arena near deafening with support in favor of both men.)

(Jack walked ot the back the TV title raised high over his head followed moments later by an equaly exhausted former champion Predator. As he walked back he shook his head smiling slightly despite his obvious dissapointment, the fans cheers even louder as he looked to them, mouthing the words.."it's not over!" Before walking thru the curtain.)

Jason: My god what a match we have seen here tonight, these two men have fought long and hard all night long over the 14 pounds of gold that is the N.E.W Television title. Jack Devargas really turned it on for his return here to the N.E.W showing that he has really used his time off to fine-tune his skills. And I have to say I was also impressed with Predator hard, In fact I have to say I do not think I have seen a performance that impressive out of Predator in a long, long time, in fact I will have to say that the N.E.W has not seen this level of competition in a very long time. Wouldn�t you agree Brian?

Brian: Hmm�Oh yes very impressive hard fought battle�whatever�

Jason: Wow Brian where ever did you come up with such and informed and enlightened piece of commentary?

Brian: (shrugs) Commentator college?

Jason: A college you must have found off the back of a match book, you know just once, just once in my life I wish you would take your job with seriously. Sara what do you have to add to this?

(Sara looks of into the crowd, her head propped up on he hands.)

Sara: Jack is so dreamy��

Jason: What? What is wrong with you two tonight? Did both of you take stupid pills today or what?�Well folks the action has bee hot and heavy here tonight, and since my fellow commentators are on vacation for one reason or another I will have to take up the banner and run with it, Now folks we are getting geared up for a really exciting match for the N.E.W Northeastern title. This match is slated Between Logan Outlaw and the newcomer Mr. Uncensored. And , running the risk of sounding biased, I think that Logan has a real good chance of going home with the gold tonight.

(Brian Johnson�s head is downcast and he appears to be doodling something on a pad, but when he hears Jason�s word his head snaps up sharply)

Brian: What the hell are you talking about?

Jason: Well, Well, Well, folks the napping noodle head is up and awake, thanks for joining the awake and aware buddy. Now as for what I am talking about lets just look at the facts First off Logan is 6�6� where Mr. Uncensored stands at 6�1�, giving Logan a 5� height advantage, this gives Logan the longer reach should this match turn into a brawl, and that dose not even include the leverage that that amount of a height difference adds, plus Logan weighs 293 pounds as opposed to Mr. Uncensored who weighs only 227 pounds. Mr. Uncensored is giving up 66 pounds to Logan and that can be a key difference in a physical match up, not to mention Logan�s years of experience over Mr. Uncensored.

Brian: Well Jason (pretends to yawn) where I enjoyed that fine analysis of the two men in this match I have to take a page from your play book and add this, it is not the size of the dog in the fight it is the size of the fight in the dog.

Jason: A page from my playbook, give me a break I have never said anything that dumb.

Brian: Your convenient amnesia aside, Mr. Uncensored has had a great run here and I think you are overlooking a huge talent here in the N.E.W. Just look at the amount of time that he has been here and the things he has accomplished since his arrival, I think that this match is clearly going to Mr. Uncensored.

Jason: Well that�s what you say.

Brian: Yes it is what I say, and what I say is what counts.

Jason: Any way folks, it is time for our next match so lets get ready as the ring announcer gets ready to introduce or challenger Logan out�. What is that�?

("Die Dead Enough", the new single by Megadeth hits the P.A and the crowd erupts into a chorus of boo�s and jeers)

Brian: Oh what a great commentator you are, so high and mighty and you cannot even recognize your own C.E.O�S intro when you hear it.

Jason: I know what it is, I just want to know why it is playing and what the hell Abark is doing out here.

(Abark walks into the ring and hold his hand high into the air waving to the crowd to try to get them to clam down a bit, The boos fade a bit but do not stop.)

Abark: Hello N.E.W fans��

(The crowd erupts in a fevered pitch of booing and jeering, they become as loud as a battlefield drowning out Abark completely, Abark merely stands and waits until they begin to die down before continuing) Abark: You know I was going to come out here tonight and say what a great town this is, and what a great bunch of fans you all where, but it is obvious to me that you are the same bunch of slack jawed hicks I find in every single town. I just have one question for the jeering-booing lot of miscreants out there. Just who the hell do you think you are to boo me, to sit in those seats that I make available to you and try to judge me? How the hell can you say that you love the N.E.W, and boo me? I AM THE N.E.W, there is no N.E.W without me!

Brian: He has a point there.

Jason: Oh shut up.

(Abark continues)

Abark: You people boo me, but have you ever thought how this place would be without me. No wait we have seen what this place becomes while I am gone. We have seen the mistakes that have been made when I am not here to make sure that the best interest of the N.E.W are maintained. We get a self-righteous egomaniac like Ronnie Dreamer, being left at the helm, along with his equal exempt counter part Harley Clarkson. We get partnered with a half assed excuse for a federation named the N.E.W.A who would not know talent from a hole in their heads. We get commentators who forget their places and get arrogant. Yet when I come back and I fix these mistakes, what do I get? Hatred and disdain.

Jason: Dear lord you have got to be kidding me Abark is making himself seem like he is the god of all things here in the N.E.W.

Brian: That�s because he is.. I thought a wise man like you would have figured that out by now.

Abark: You people do not seem to understand that all that I have done, all that I have worked so hard to build has been for you the fans but still you mock me, and you jeer me. But at the end of the day I do not care what you think because I took the reigns and I did what all those around me where afraid to do, I fixed the system.. you know it is no mistake that this pay per view is called The System Has Failed because it has....it has failed you and it has failed me, but no longer because as of now as of this very moment I am taking the helm in a way I have never done before and I will bring this company into a whole new era kicking and screaming if need be because at the end of the day I�..

(Loud music hits the PA a thunderous guitar riff and the sounds of a double kick drum begin to rip through the room. Abark begins to look around in a complete state of confusion� the crowd goose silent not knowing what to expect next.)

Don't
Tell me what's in
Tell me how to write
Don't tell me how to win
This fight
Isn't your life
It isn't your right
To take the only thing that's
Mine
Proven over time

(The dark blue and red curtains at the top of the ramp Part, and for a moment nothing happens the crowds not starting to get a bit hyped with anticipation.)

It's over your head
Don't try to read between the
Lines
Are clearly defined
Never lose sight of
Something you believe in
(Slowly a man emerges from behind the curtain and the crowd erupts as Harley the Hammer Clarkson makes his way out on to the stage a Microphone in his left hand, and in his right hand he holds a sledgehammer. Harley passes back and forth standing at the edge of the ring and holding His trusty sledge hammer High into the air for all to see.)

Takin' in the view from the outside
Feeling like the underdog
Watching through the window I'm on the outside
Living like the underdog

(Harley stops Pacing and stops right dead in the center of the stage, he is no longer posing for the fans but is now staring down the ramp pointing at Abark with the metal end of the hammer)

I've been trying to justify you
In the end I will just defy you

To those who understand, I extend my hand
To the doubtful I demand, take me as I am
Not under your command, I know where I stand
I won't change to fit your plan, Take me as I am

(Harley swings the hammer around in a twirling motion and slams the hammer head into the metals stage as his music comes to a abrupt halt)

As I am

Harley: Hello Abark�I�mmmmmmm Baccckkkkkkkk.

Jason: My god folks it�s Harley Harleys back, Harleys back.

Brian: What�s that dumb ass doing here? He has been fired!!!

Jason: Well as you are so very found of telling me Brian�Shut up and find out you twit.

(Abarks face has gone from a look of total shock to a mask of rage, his cool composer has long since left him and he is up on the edge of the ring pointing at Harley and screaming.)

Abark: What the hell are you doing here? I fired you� you have not right to be here. I want you out of my arena and off of my show and I want it right now, in fact I am going to give you to the count of three and than I am going to have you arrested for trespassing.

Harley: Rebecca�? Jason: Rebecca what the hell is he talking about?

(The camera pans up to the Titan-tron, that�s now showing an image of Rebecca Greenhouse sitting in what seems to be the N.E.W control room.)

Rebecca Greenhouse: What you need honey?

Harley: Do me a favor Honey turn off Abark�s microphone and do not turn it back on till I say so ok.

Rebecca: Sure thing sugar.

(Rebecca leans forward and scans the large sound board than finding the correct button she turns off Abark�s Microphone. The camera focuses directly on Abark who is now screaming into his microphone, his face bright red the veins in his forehead are like huge cabals. Abark slams the microphone down in a moment of defeat.)

Harley: You know Abark I have sat backstage for the last (looks down at his watch) 5 minutes as you ran your mouth; you seem to be full of questions tonight so I have a question of my own. Exactly what dose your foot taste like? I mean you must know you spend enough time putting your foot in your mouth. You must know. (The audience groans a bit but continues to cheer,) I am just kidding. I mean you did get a few things right, Ronnie Dreamer is an egomaniac, the N.E.W.A is a crappy federation, and the system has indeed failed, but not for the reasons you mentioned.

(Harley stops for a moment giving his next words careful consideration)

Harley: For the last two years I have been with this federation, I have watched in silence unable to do anything as some of the best talent we ever had moved on, because of the way you treated them. I have watched as you took men, who loved this business and would do anything for it, and watched as you took that thing that they loved and made them hate it. And for what? To serve your own gluttonous greed. I have sat in silence as you trampled people under your feet with no care of the consequences and no fear of repercussions. And why should you fear anything there has never been anyone to stand against you. That is until now. You see Abark that�s leads me to another thing that you got wrong, last week you said that the boards of directors would never stand behind me if I struck you. You said that I would lose my job, and with that in mind I made a choice, and even as I look back on it I f I had to make it all over again I would, without even knowing what I know now.

(Harley looks out into the audience than back at Abark)

Harley: You see Abark there I was sitting at home, kicking back in my beanbag chair and eating cheetos, and I got a call, and surprise, surprise it was the Head of the board of directors. And he was telling me that the board wanted me back, and I said no, he said that they would give me what veer I wanted I said No, He said they would make me President of the company and I said�Oh really�.

(The fans leap out of there seats and go ape shit at the news that Harley at the thought that Harley may become president of the N.E.W. Harley waits for them to die down again before continuing)

Harley: Now I was a bit taken back by this offer, and I even asked them why they where making it, it seems that they have been waiting for years for someone any one to stand up against you, for some one to lay theirs hands on you and put you in your place, in fact some of them have been wondering why I did not beat you harder than I did. So here I am in my bean bag chair, with a big decision to make, and I was going to say no, that is until they made me an offer I could not refuse, if I took the job as President I could slate any match I wanted to as my last match as an active wrestler, and that is all it took. Abark my last match in the N.E.W as an active wrestler will be against you.

( The crowd is once again on its feet)

Harley: There is just one thing that I have to say, though, you see Abark, I am not you, I do not abuse my power. I will not make you have this match, this is an open challenge expect it or no, I do not even care, either way I will be President so you can show that you have a pair and accept, or you can show that you are the gutless piece of shit I know that you are and you can decline. Rebecca turn Abrak�s microphone back on. Jason: My god folks. I can not believe my ears, Harley is not only the new president of the New England wrestling federation but he is issuing an open challenge to Abark, could this night get any bigger.

(Abark pick up his Microphone and waiting for a moment he begins to speak) Abark: Seeing as I can do nothing about this travesty, of you being the president of my company, and how I will be forever remembered as a coward if I decline I accept, on one condition.

Harley: And what would that be.

Abark: I get to select the match style and stipulations of said match.

Harley: Fine name it, as long as I can name the time and the place.

(Abark appears a bit nervous but replies.)

Abark: Fine, any time any place here is the match style and stipulations, the match is going to be a back alley brawl, and the rules are as follows, I may use anything I find as a weapon, trash can lids, light bulbs anything, but you Harley, you can only use what you bring to the brawl.

Harley: OK Abark.. Whatever you say the match will be at�this very pay per view, and the time will be one match away. See you soon.

(Harley tosses the microphone on the ground walks back behind the curtain. The camera focuses back on Abarks whose face has gone from a look of confidence to a look of trepidation. Abark exits the ring slowly and begins to walk back up the ramp.)

Jason: OK folks this is going to be huge Abark, Harley an impromptu match and it is coming up only one match away, this is going to be huge.

Brian: I just cannot wait to see Abark kick the shit out of that not good Harley.

Sara: I agree. Both Jason and Brian snap their heads over and look at Sara dumfounded.

Brian and Jason: WHAT?????

Sara: Well think about it, Harley is obviously a worthless idiot, he choose a heifer like Rebecca Greenhouse over a hot mama like me, I could have rocked his world every night, unlike Rebecca whose fat ass is just going to squash his world, if she ever gets on top of him.

(Jason just shakes his head)

Jason: I sorry you all had to hear that folks but we will make up for that with our next match between Logan outlaw and Mr. Uncensored and that is coming up next. (The wiley Mr.Uncensored came on strong, keeping Logan down for most of the first few minutes of the match.Going as far as nailing him with which only got a two-count, and even a steel chair! But Logan quickly took over, reversing move after move in effect taking Mr.Uncensored to school. Logan punished the Northeastern Champion for fifteen minutes before finally putting him away to become the NEW Northeastern Champion at 20:21) Jason: Well folks our last match was as intense as any match can be, and I must say I did not think that these two men had that kind of fight in them. I mean most of us thought that we would see a great match out of these two opposing styles but I do not think any one was expecting this.

Brain: You know what Jason I really wish you would learn to speak for yourself instead of speaking for the rest of us. I mean you sit in that chair night after night and you forecast whom you might think might come out on top but you never stop to think that there are two other announcers here with you that might have a clue as to how this whole thing works. You treat Sara and me as if we were second bananas here to agree with your every prediction. Has it ever occurred to you that Sara and myself might have a bit of wrestling knowledge as well?

Sara: Yeah

Jason: Well to be honest with both of you being so one-sided in you own ideals it never occurred to me to treat you as an equal, we are supposed to be objective but the two of you never seem to pull that of, so I guess I have taken it on myself to be the voice of reason around here.

Brain: You mean you are the voice of those who wish to undermine Abark�s power, you claim to be a man that calls it right down the middle but at the end of the day you are just as biased as myself and Sara Ann. You just do not want to admit it.

Jason: As much as I hate to say it you may be right

Brain: I know I am right.

Jason: But there is one thing that you are forgetting, you and Sara are biased on the side that will kill this company, I however may seem biased on the side of a man that want to see this company succeed, a man that wants to take this company into the next century. You and Sara might want to see this company fail but I want to see it rise to all that it is worth.

Brain: Well this is just where we agree to disagree, I see Abark as the future and you see Harley as the future, but this match will show who is the better man.

Jason: Well ate least we see eye to eye on that this match will dictate the direction of the New England wrestling federation over the years to come.

Brain: Well at least on that one point we agree, who ever wins this match will show his dominance in the world of pro wrestling and I for one can only hope that Abark comes out on top.

Jason : And all I can say is we shall see what we shall see.

Brian: I suppose we shall.

(The camera switches to the back lot of the Fleet Center in Boston, MA)

Jason: Well folks we are coming to you live from the back lot of the Boston fleet center, and as you can see Abark stands alone in an empty parking lot and Abark is just standing here waiting for his challenger but as of this moment in time Harley has not shown up.

Barret: Ok, we're seeing the alley behind the arena, and there�s Abrark waiting for Harley. Abark. He's looking around, but Harley's nowhere to be seen.

Abark: Ok, where is he? *Looking around* I know he didn't pussy out...

(--beep... beep... Beep... Beep... BeeP... BeeP... BEEP... BEEP... --)

Johnson: What is that?

Barret: It... it seems to be a dump truck?

Johnson: Who ordered that?

Abark: Someone tell the driver to get that big piece of shit out of here! Goddamnit, do I gotta do everything myself?

Barret: Abark going up to the cab of the dump... The door just swung open, knocking Abark right in the jaw... IT'S HARLEY!!!

Johnson: What the hell???

Harley: I brought my toys, bitch.

Barret: Harley jumps from the cab, and moves over to Abark, who is holding his jaw, not even looking at him, and Harley spins him around, and punch to the gut! And another! And another! Harley's grabbing the owner by the head and shirt, and turns him around, and shoves him, head first into the door! Abark slides to the ground, definitely hurting!

Johnson: What the hell is with that? And who in their right mind brings a damn DUMP TRUCK to a match? Wait... wait... we are talking Harley here...

Barret: Well, Harley seems to be getting back into the truck...

Johnson: He's running away?.... I mean, he's running away! Total pussy!

Barret: Wait, don't count those chickens yet, he seems to be pulling a lever... and the back of the dump truck is lifting up! And... oh my god!!! Look at what's dumping out!

Johnson: It's loads of garbage?

Barret: No... weapons! Loads of them! I mean... chairs, chains, tables, acoustic guitars, baseball bats, even a kitchen sink!

Johnson: Well, he's definitely brought a lot of weapons to this match. But he can only use his own weapons!!

Barret: Well, he hits the lever, and the dump-bed goes back down, and he moves back to Abark, who throws salt in his eyes!!! Abark smiles as Harley tries blinking the salt away, and Abark picks up one of the chains, and pulls it around Harley's head, and is choking him with it! But Harley's just too strong, and pulls the chain, pulling Abark's face right into the back of his head!!!

Johnson: I see blood! He's broken Abark's nose with the back of his head!!! What an evil asshole!!!

Barret: All's fair in this Back Alley Brawl. Harley keeps trying to clear his eyes, while Abark is holding his face again, his nose bleeding, his eyes welling up.

Johnson: Stop this match now! Our boss is hurt!

Barret: This isn't a match, Brian. This is a FIGHT! And Harley is finally starting to see clearly again. He grabs one of the chairs, and grabs Abark by the hair, and slings him against a dumpster, and starts firing lefts and rights into Abark's gut. Abark tries to hold his arms up to block, but it's no use. Harley is just decimating him!

Johnson: I seriously have to second guess our fearless leader on taking on this match.

Barret: Harley lets Abark go, and starts moving over to the pile of weapons, but Abark starts digging in his pocket, and taps Harley on his shoulder... and smashes Harley over the head with... a sock?

Johnson: Can't you tell? It's a loaded sock!

Barret: What?

Johnson: Haven't you ever taken a sock, filled it with like $96 in quarters, and hit them over the head with it?

Barret: That number is oddly specific.

Johnson: Well since we're dealing in coins, I just figured that would be the penny equivalent of getting Sara into bed. 96 cents.

Barret: She's not even here to defend herself. She had to handle some things in the production truck...

Johnson: Like the producer's nuts?

Barret: Do you have no tact?

Johnson: Nope. Sold it with my self respect ages ago.

Barret: I see. Well it seems Abark has returned the favor to Harley, because it seems Harley's nose must be broken, he has enough blood coming from it. Harley's holding his nose for a minute, and starting to get an odd smile.

Johnson: That's just down right creepy.

Barret: Abark with the coin-sock, again. This time across Harley's back. And again. And again. He sticks the sock back into this pocket, and picks up a metal folding chair, and brings it up and down across Harley's back, but Harley just looks at him like he's nuts if he think that's gonna work.

Johnson: I have to admit, if Abark hopes to beat Harley, which he will, he's gonna have to hit him harder than that.

Barret: Abark, now, brings the chair back up, and tries to bring it down over Harley's head, but Harley blocks, and holds the chair by the sides, and Abark lets go, and picks up a second chair, and slams it into Harley's head as hard as he probably can, and Harley goes down to one knee, and Abark throws the chair right at Harley's face!

Johnson: The boss is getting it now! Go for the head! If Harley's out like a light, he can't fight, and you win!

Barret: The chair bounces off Harley's head, and Harley goes down! Abark checks the blood from his own nose... it seems to have slowed a bit, and he runs for a door, and runs inside the building! Johnson: Get away, Boss. Get away, GET AWAY!!!

Barret: The camera, following Abark as he runs past some of the wrestlers, and staff, and keeps moving, not letting anyone hold him back. He takes a turn, and goes down a hall. Another turn, and he goes through a doorway, and rests against the wall beside the door.

Johnson: There you go boss, rest. Get your strength. Harley's probably concussed now. He's gonna be easy pickings.

Barret: Abark leaning against a wall, and trying to regain his breath. He has now been running for a couple minutes, trying to get away from Harley.

Johnson: Well Harley is a fucking monster. Heartless, soulless, and totally evil.

Harley: Abark... oh ABAAAAARK!!! Come out! Come out come out wherever you areeeeee!

Johnson: Oh lord, what did I tell you? A Total monster!

Barret: Abark looks like he's scared stupid, as Harley starts walking down the hall towards Abark! Abark looks at the door, and it looks like he's thinking retribution! He grabs the door... but only the top half swings out? He blinks, but smiles, and gets ready.

Johnson: Tag him! Knock him on his ass!!!

Barret: Harley moving closer and closer, and Abark getting ready! Harley steps through the doorway, and Abark slams the top half of that split-door right into his face! Loud thud, and Harley moves back!

Johnson: There's your recipt, ya bastard!

Barret: Abark pulls the door back, to survery the damage... uh oh... Harley just standing there...

Harley: Oh come on! Please tell me you had something else planned...

Barret: Abark shrugs... KICK TO THE NUTS!!! AND Harley is down to his knees!

Abark: No, but being much smarter than you, plan B is now in effect.

Barret: He steps back, looking at Harley, on his knees, holding his injured pelvis... and slams the bottom half of the door into Harley's head, and runs!

Johnson: Way to go boss! Keep him off his feet, keep on the move! If he can't catch you, he can't win!

Abark: God.. gott... way...

(-- the camera signal goes wonky as the camera switches to Jason and Brian --)

Barret: You're going to have to excuse us, slight technical difficulties.

Johnson: Technical difficulties? Someone get back there... get another camera back there, and make sure Abark is ok!

Barret: We're trying, Brian, just chill out.

Johnson: No, no, NO! You chill in, Jason. Our boss, the man who signs our paychecks, Abark, is probably... well, he's probably ok, but he's having to keep away from that worthless jerk of a former employee...

Barret: You mean new president.

Johnson: That's bullshit. Abark will fix that. In the meantime, he's having to fight off this worthless street-dog in Harley Clarkson.

Barret: Well, we're getting word that Abark is working his way towards the gorilla area, and the stage while Harley... Harley... no one has seen Harley.

Johnson: What? What do you mean no one has seen Harley?

Barret: Just like I said. They've lost Harley.

Johnson: Oh good lord. Someone find him, and let Abark know where he is, so he can get his next plan ready.

(-- the scene switches back to Abark as he rests for a moment at the gorilla position --)

Barret: Ok, we got visual back.

Johnson: Obviously. Hey look, it's $2 whore.

Barret: I thought you said 96 cents.

Johnson: Oh shut up. I'm just glad Sara Anne is back there, and not with us out here. Maybe Harley'll hit her instead of Abark.

(-- Abark grabs Sara Anne's arm as she walks past --)

Abark: Sara... Sara... get me a drink... and go try to slow Harley down.

Sara: Ok... will do.

Person: Hey Abark...

Abark: Huh?

Person: THIS IS FOR DADDY!!!

Barret: Someone just shoved Sara Anne out of the way... IT'S REBECCA GREENHOUSE!!!

Johnson: What's that bitch doing there?

Barret: She just slammed Abark upside the head with a cookie sheet! Abark falls out of his chair, and Sara blinks as Rebecca starts yelling at Abark, and threatening to hit...

Sara: Fucking BITCH!!

Barret: Damn! Sara Anne just jumped Rebecca Greenhouse!!! She grabs her by the hair...

Johnson: CAT FIGHT!!! CAT FIGHT!!! CAAAAAAAT FIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!

Barret: Rebecca and Sara Anne are rolling around on the ground, and Abark grabs Rebecca by the hair, and Sara grabs onto her, and rips her top away!

Johnson: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Barret: Rebecca clutches to her exposed bra.....Abark, spins Rebecca around, and... plants a kiss right on her lips!!!

Abark: Worthless kisser. Ugly whore. Bad bloodlines. No wonder Harley loves you.

Barret: Abark just shoves her back into Sara Anne, who starts choking her, and some of the backstage staff start trying to tear those two apart as Abark makes his way out into the open! He's just come out the entrance, and is on his way to the ring!

Johnson: Abark is my god. He is my hero. I shall do whatever he so tells me.

Barret: Brian, you are pathetic. Abark, making his way to the ring now. Harley is still nowhere to be seen, and the boss is playing it up!

Johnson: There ya go Abark! You kicked Harley's ass! You kicked it so bad he ran away!

(-- BEEP!!! BEEP!!! BEEP!!! BEEP!!!--)

Johnson: Oh lord, that can't be...

Barret: Abark is looking back towards the entran... oh lord... It's the dump truck again...

Johnson: And look who's in the driver's seat!

Barret: It's Harley! And he's driving the truck into the arena!!! Abark is waving his hands, yelling at Harley to stop, but Harley is just driving the truck forward! Abark has his chest pressed right against the grill of the truck, and Harley is slowly pushing him backwards to the ring with the truck! Abark looks over his shoulder, and runs to the ring, climbing up on the apron, and is pointing at Harley, telling him to stop, but Harley gasses it up a bit, and drives forward, stopping right at the ring...

Johnson: Stopping at it? He tapped the ring with the front of the truck! No respect whatsoever from Harley!

Barret: Abark is in the ring, and is getting a microphone...

Abark: HARLEY!!! IF YOU DON'T TAKE THAT TRUCK OUT OF HERE, I'LL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER WRESTLE ANYWHERE IN THE FUCKING WORLD EVER AGAIN!!!

Barret: Harley climbs out of the cab, and he's holding... oh lord...

Johnson: No. Nuh uh. Not happening. I know what that is. No.

Barret: If that's what I think that is, Abark needs to quickly just surrender.

Abark: Har-har-har-har-Harley... that... that... what's in that sack?

Barret: Harley is smiling as he holds up a big burlap sack. Brian, we've only seen a guy bring out a big burlap sack only 3 times in the last 7 years on PPV, and in those 3 times, there was some massive amounts of blood and piercing.

Johnson: He better not. I don't think we have the insurance to cover this.

Barret: Harley's walking over to the ring steps, and Abark is seriously backing off. Harley is climbing into the ring...

Abark: N-n-n-n-now Har-har-har-har-Harley... let's let's let's talk about this, ok? We we we we can talk about this.

Barret: Harley is bloody as hell, and he just smiles, and is opening the sack.

Johnson: Stop it! Stop it now! Stop the damn match!

Barret: Harley walks to the middle of the ring, and turns the sack upside down... THUMBTACKS!!! HE IS POURING THE SACK FULL OF THUMBTACKS OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!

Johnson: This has to be stopped!

Barret: Abark has dropped the mic, and Harley tosses the empty bag to the side, and is just walking up to Abark. Abark, goes to his knees, and is begging Harley to stop, to let him go, and Harley grabs him by the hair! He's just smiling as he smacks Abark hard across the face, and he picks him up with a gorilla press! He's laughing as Abark is screaming, up in the air!

Johnson: Put him down! Put the boss down now Harley! Think about what you're doing!

Barret: Harley holding him up, and walks to the thumbtacks...

Johnson: He can't... he won't...

Barret: Harley laughs... AND DROPS ABARK RIGHT INTO THE HUGE PILE OF THUMBTACKS!!! OH MY GOD!!! ABARK IS COVERED IN THE TACKS!!! HE'S SCREAMING AND WRITHING IN PAIN IN THE BIG PILE OF THUMBTACKS!!! Harley just kicks him in the side, forcing Abark to roll over onto his back, and just stands there, laughing, watching and listening to Abark.

Johnson: I think... I think I'm gonna be sick...

(SaraAnne makes her way back to the announcers table and puts her headset back on....Before anyone can comment.....Harley pulls Abark to his feet....then sends Abark flying out to the concrete with a viscious shot to the head with a garbage can.)

Jason: Harley Clarkson looks to be establishing some dominance during the late stages of this match, if you can call this a match.

Brian: Come on Abark!!!!!

Sara Anne: Sucking up for another raise Brian???

Brian: Between the two of us, you should not be the one talking about "sucking up" to anyone.

Sara Anne: Shut up Brian!!!!

Jason: Would the both of you focus on the match, and not your petty rivalry.

(With Abark down on the ground from the garbage can shot, Harley begins to search for another weapon to use. He turns and finds exactly what he is looking for, a Singapore Cane.)

Jason: That is a deadly weapon in Harley's hands.

(Abark, reaching around for anything to defend himself with, finds a steel chair next to him and wildly throws it at Harley, but doesn't even come close.)

Sara Anne: That looked a little desperate to me, what do you think Brian???

Brian: Desperate??? Ha!!! That looked more like well executed strategy to me.

Sara Anne: Excuse me???

Brian: Look again Sara, while that chair did miss Harley Clarkson, it certainly did not miss the referee standing behind him.

(The picture splits into two frames, the left showing the live action, and the right frame showing a replay of Abark throwing the chair, but this time we see it from a different angle and the flying chair makes solid contact with the referee, who crumbles to the ground. The picture switches back to live action.)

Jason: And Brian, not only did that chair take out the referee, it bough CEO Abark some time, he's back to his feet, with a sledge hammer in his grasp.

(CEO Abark takes a massive swing with the sledge hammer, BUT Harley Clarkson is able to dodge the blow at the last moment, and with Abark's defenses down, he takes a swing with the Singapore Cane and THWACK!!!! Harley lands a shot to CEO Abark's rib cage.)

Sara Anne: I think I heard Abark's ribs break with that shot.

Jason: I'll second that Sara.

(With Abark doubled over, Harley lays into the NEW's CEO back with repeated shots from the Singapore Cane. Abark drops to his knee's after the fifth cane shot the the back, and after a few more shots to the back, he crumbles to the crowd.)

Jason: Harley is letting all of his rage and distain for Abark out in this single, solitary act of aggression.

Sara Anne: Just look in Harley's eyes, the rage is just flowing from them. I'm certainly glad I'm not out there against with him right now.

Jason: Harley Clarkson is looking to finish this off here, he's calling for The Hammer!!!!

(Harley slashes his throat and then spits on Abark. Harley is slowly pulling Abark to his feet and locks his arms around Abark's neck. He's got Abark set up for The Hammer, but is letting this moment set in before he delivers the blow.)

Brian: Come on Abark, get out of this!!!!

Jason: Harley is just loving this moment, and he's not the only one, the fans inside the area are going nuts too.

Sara Anne: Finally, CEO Abark will get what he deserves.

Brian: Watch your tongue Sara!!! Abark doesn't deserve this, not in the slightest.

(After holding CEO Abark for what seems like an eternity, he hits the 3/4 neckbreaker and then mounts Abark and delivers devastating lefts and rights to Abark's face.)

Jason: Harley did it, he hit The Hammer!!!!!

(As Harley delivers the last devastating right hand to Abark's jaw, he floats into a pin and rolls the NEW CEO up.)

Sara Anne: Harley has this one all wrapped up here, it's all over.

Brian: Not yet Sara, there's no referee to make the pinfall.

(The crowd counts to about 5 before Harley rolls off of Abark and makes his way over to the fallen referee. Harley tries to wake him up but to no avail.)

Brian: What a genious our CEO is. He can't lose if there's no referee to count the pinfall.

(Harley sits next to the fallen referee trying endlessly to wake him up, but the referee just won't wake up. But Harley stops shaking the referee when he notices a pair of shoes standing on the other side of the fallen ref.)

Jason: OH MY GOD!!!!

(The camera pulls back and reveals that the pair of shoes belong to the NEW Commissioner, Diamond Mine.)

Jason: It's Diamond Mine!!! It's the NEW Commishioner!!!! What is he doing here???? He hasn't been seen in NEW for over a month now.....

Sara Anne: More importantly Jason. What is Diamond Mine going to do???

(Harley looks up at Diamond Mine, who stares down at him, and then points over to Abark and motions for Harley to cover him.)

Brian: Did I just see that??? Is Diamond Mine going to help Harley???

Jason: Yes you did Brian. Looks like Diamond Mine is going to take over as the referee in this match.

(Diamond Mine pulls the referee's shirt off the ref and puts it on while Harley makes his way over and cover's Abark, who is still flat on his back.)

Sara Anne: I never thought that I would see this tonight.

Jason: Harley's covering Abark, here's the count by Diamond Mine.

(Diamond Mine moves into position, checks on Abark's condition, and calls for the bell without making the count. The bell rings inside the arena and the crowd erupts.)

Jason: Diamond Mine has ended the match because Abark is no longer able to defend himself. Harley Clarkson, with one last act of defiance, has defeated the Cheif Executive Officer of New England Wrestling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brian: NO!!!!!!! This can't be happening....

("As I Am" by Dream Theater blasts inside the arena and the crowd is going nuts. Back in the alley way, Harley Clarkson has crawled off of Abark and is sitting, resting up against a wall. His face has the look of exhaustion, yet satisfaction, on it. Diamond Mine checks on the condition of CEO Abark while Jack Darling makes the announcement.)

Jack Darling: The winner of the match, in the last match of his career, is HARLEY "THE HAMMER" CLARKSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(The crowd errupts again and back in the alley, Diamond Mine checks his head up at the announcement.)

Sara Anne: Listen to this crowd. They are giving Harley Clarkson the send off he truly deserves.

(Back in the alley, Diamond Mine is up and is trying to get everyone's attention.)

Diamond Mine: HEY!!!!!!!! CUT THE MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!

("As I Am" cuts off. Diamond Mine, talking into the camera in the alley, begins to address the audience.)

Diamond Mine: I can hear what's going on inside the area, and I know that you can all hear me through the monitors. Now the rules of this match were very clear, anything goes, all weapons were legal. However, both Harley Clarkson and Abark were also aware that while all weapons were legal, they were only allowed to used the weapons that they brought with them.

Jason: What is Diamond Mine saying here????

Diamond Mine: Both CEO Abark and Harley Clarkson broke the rules durring this match. See, the Sledge Hammer that Abark used was one of Harley's weapons, and the Singapore Cane that Harley used was one of Abark's weapons. So both men broke the rules of the match, and both deserve to be disqualified.

Brian: I think I like where this is going.

Diamond Mine: However, while Harley did use the Singapore Cane on Abark, Abark never actually made contact with Harley, so he never really used the Sledge Hammer. So Jack Darling, I think you were a little quick with your announcement there, so allow me to take care of it for you.

Jason: This isn't right!!!

Diamond Mine: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match, and proving once again that you don't cross the boss, the Chief Executive Officer of New England Wrestling, ABARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(The crowd's cheers instantly changes to boo's and in the alley way, Harley Clarkson, sitting up against the wall, just sits there in disbelief.)

Sara Anne: This is wrong guys, this shouldn't be happening.

Brian: What are you talking about Sara. This decision is right, no, it is just!!! Not only that, I applaud Diamond Mine for this decision.

Jason: Do you even think before you speak??? Listen to the reaction that decision got. It is anything but just. Harley Clarkson has been screwed!!!

(Back in the alley, Diamond Mine is helping CEO Abark to his feet.)

Diamond Mine: Come on chief, lets get you out of here.

(Diamond Mine helps the exhausted Abark up to his feet, and draps his arm around his neck. The two walk out of the alley and as we follow them out, we see that waiting there for them is a Black Limo. Diamond Mine opens the door of the Limo and let's C.E.O. Abark in, and then follows behind him. But before Diamond Mine is able to close the door, we hear him speak.)

Diamond Mine: OH GOD!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SMASH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Just as the door to the limo closes, it's window is shattered into a million pieces by Harley Clarkson and his Sledge Hammer. With the window destroyed, we are able to hear Diamond Mine inside the limo.)

Diamond Mine: DRIVER, GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!

(The limo begins to take off, but before it is out of reach, Harley takes one more swing with the Sledge. He nails the rear windshield with the hammer, and although it doesn't break, all that remains of the rear windshield is a spiderweb of glass. The Limo pulls out of the parking lot, leaving a beaton, but not defeated, Harley "The Hammer" Clarkson alone in the parking lot. The picture switches back inside the area to the announcers booth.)

Jason: We have all witness a travesty here tonight. There stands a proud man, who by all rights, should be leaving here tonight, leaving New England Wrestling tonight, as have defeated NEW C.E.O. Abark. But instead, due to the underhanded tactics of Diamond Mine, is not.

Brian: Jason, you can shoulda, coulda, woulda, all you want. But the fact remains, that the record books will forever say that on this night, our beloved C.E.O. defeated Harley Clarkson, and that is all that matters.

Sara Anne: I think not Brian. Just listen to these people, look at these people. They are all on their feet giving Harley Clarkson a standing ovation.

(The picture changes from the announcers booth to multiple shots of the crowd, all of which show the fans on their feet, giving one of the loudest ovations New England Wrestling has ever seen.)

Jason: I don't know if Harley Clarkson can hear this out in the parking lot, but I know that he will appreciate it

(The picture switches back to the parking lot, where Harley Clarkson stands leaning on his Sledge Hammer. He stands there exhausted, but slowly a smile comes across his face and he walks past the camera and out of sight. The picture switches back to a long shot of the audience inside the arena.)

(Nick Sharpe came into his match against the newcomer Dominic in high spirits, being the World Title #1 Contendor...But it seemed almost as if Nick looked past Dominic toward's Strip, and Dom took advantage, taking over at the begining of the match, both men trading back and forth in the ring.....The match was quite technical, with both men showing a knowledge of submissions across the board....There was no clear winner in the match until Dominic's manager grabbed the attention of Sharpe, which allowed Dom to scale the top rope....And he took advantage bigtime nailing a high risk moonsault from the top rope!! Moments later Dominic nailed Sharpe with the Gothic Piledriver and got the three count.....Nick Sharpe kicking out just a moment too late....)

Jason: WOW! Who would have ever known.....the Rookie pulls off his SECOND major upset since joining N.E.W.!!

Brian: At this point I don't think you can call them Upset's anymore...He's beating people's asses....

SaraAnne: Let's not make the same mistake Sharpe did tonight and underestimate anyone....Sharpe will make up for it...He's still got a world title match in his future!

Jason: We've got a world title shot in OUR immediate future! Now we have Harbinger taking on his former friend and teammate Strip!

SaraAnne: I just recieved a bit of news, that in order to participate in this match, Harbinger had to forfeit the International title!! (The match started off with both men face to face, talking back and forth, the talking soon becoming shouting....The shouting soon becoming Strip hauling off and decking Harbinger....)

(Later)

Jason: Harbinger picks up Strip who is dazed,standing vertical suplex, Harbinger falls back and BOUNCES Strip off the ropes and then tosses him backwards!

Brian: Harbinger got extra momentum with that by using the ropes, then released Strip in mid air and he went crashing to the mat chest first!

Jason: Harbinger springboards off the ropes and connects with a elbow on the sternum of Strip! He's coughing up some blood!

Brian: Harbinger grabs Strip by the dreadlocks and rubs his face against his boot. Taking a page out of Strips book. Kind of like when Strip raked Harbingers face against barbed wire.

(Later)

Jason: Strip pulls Harbinger to his feet, and stares at him for a moment, looks to the crowd and winds back to deck Harbinger again...NO! Harbinger regains his breath and unloads on Strip with several fists! He's gonna...NO! Strip with an eye gouge!! He ignore's the referee's reprimands and scoops up Harbinger for a body slam.....He bounces off the ropes and returns with a LIONSAULT!!!

(Later)

Sara Anne: Strip about to powerbomb Harbinger...lifts him up and Harbinger falls free, Strip goes to him but Harbinger just knocked him down with a right!

Jason: Strip up and Harbinger sets up and nails a SUPERKICK!!!

Brian: Harbinger sets Strip up in the corner, the turnbuckle, runs and leaps HIGH into the air and comes down with a SPLASH!!!

(Later)

Jason: This match is OVER!! Harbinger rolls Strip onto his back and begins to lock in that Forshadowing Redux! He locks in the Figure Four....And he's going to finish locking in the move...NO! Strip rouses himself enough to fight it!! Now they're battling!!! Strip is trying to roll it over!! Harbinger won't let him!!! STRIP TRIEs ONE MORE TIME!!!! AND HE ROLLS IT OVER!!!! HARBINGER IS IN PAIN!!!! He's trying to release the hold but Strip is leaning on his leg!! He's locked in!!!! Harbinger's face is contorted in pain!!! AND HE TAPS!!! HARBINGER TAPS!! STRIP RETAINS!! STRIP RETAINS!!!

SaraAnne: I DON'T KNOW HOW HE DID IT, BUT HE RETAINED!! HARBINGER ALMOST HAD HIM!!! We'RE OUT OF TIME! SEE YOU ON SLAMDANCE!!!!

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