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Jason: �Hello and welcome to another exciting episode of Monday Night Salm dance we are coming to you Live from the sold out Pengrowth Saddledome, in Calgary, Alberta Canada. And what a night we have in store for you.�

Brian: �Yess it is a night so wild you may only have to go to the fridge five times instead of normal 10.�

Jason: �What is you problem?�

Brian: �Well lets see The Brotherhood is stil around, Harley managed to win the Extreme Ttile instead of a real champion Like Carl Knox�I mean this whole place is going right in the crapper and to top it all off I have to spend another night next to the Lo flow Ho Sara Ann , and you Captain wind bag.�

Sara Ann: �Hey, I did not call you any names you fat blow hard�.�

Brian: �Sara you are the last person that need to call any one a BLOW HARD..�

Sara: �Why you> (BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.�

Brain: �Damn woman you kiss you mother with that mouth.�

Jason: �Brian I have had enough of you. If you do not like the way things are than why don�t you just quit.�

Brian: �I would but it is a lot more fun to make you guys look like idiots every Monday night.�

Jason: �Yeahhh ok�Any way folks what a great match we havbe to kick off the night its Going to be Carlk Knox Vs Green Gus in a thumb Tack death match for the�.What the��

(The lights go out in the arena, and a voice begins to speak.)

You're about to get taken to a whole 'nother level.....

("Many Men" by 50 Cent begins to play as the stage lights up with pyro. Ronnie steps out from the curtain as his video montage begins to play.)

Brain: �Hey now thing are picking up It is N.E.W Vice president Ronnie McNeil and it looks like he has something on his mind.�

Jason: �First off don�t you mean Co Vice president, and second what�s Ronnie even doing here we have a match getting ready to begin.�

Brain: �Quit putting words in my mouth I have not and will never recognizes Harley as a man with power as for Why ronnies is out here shut your whole and find out.�

Many men, wish death upon me

Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see

I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be

And niggaz trying to take my life away

I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me

My back on the wall, now you gon' see

Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me

Cause I'll come and take your life away

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me......

(Ronnie walks slowly to the ring, calmly steps into the ring, takes off his coat and shades, and stands in the corner. AS the ring announcer hands him a micro phone.)

Ronnie: �This isn't a damn social call, so let me get to the point. Harley Clarkson, get out here right now!�

Jason: �I can�t believe this not only is Ronnie out here when he is noit even supposed to be but now he is calling Vice President and Extreme Champion Harley Clarkson to the ring.�

Sara Ann: �HE sure seems to be upset I wonder whats going on.�

Brain: �AS I told Jason a minute ago if you two chowder heads will just shut your traps we will find out what�s going on.�

(The light dim as woke up this morning by Alabama Five begins to play over the loud speaker.)

Let me take you down

Down to the front line.

(A loud piecing screech interrupts the music not unlike a needle running across a record and the music makes a drastic change, a loud guitar riff fills the air followed by loud symbol splashes.)

Mother

Tell you�re children not to walk my way

Tell you�re children not to here my word what they mean what they say

Crowd: �MOTHER�.

Harley: �Cut my damn music���Ronnie�. I don�t care what kind of call this is I don�t take to kindly with any man making demands on my time�1 you are holding up the damn show and two I am in the middle of a damn hot poker game with some of the lighting tech and I am sitting on a cheery hand, so spit what ever dumb ass nonsense is about to fly out of your yap so we camn all get back to what we are doing�.�

Ronnie: �Trust me, this won't take long. You put yourself in a match for a title, and won. You know, as well as I do, that that's against the rules......I'm stripping you of the Xtreme title, right now. Bring me the damn belt Harley........�

(Harley looks at the belt over his shoulder and pats it. A look of anger and rage sweeps across his face briefly but if promptly replaced by a look of calmness.)

Harley: �You want this belt�right here�The one on my shoulder?�

RM: �Exactly...You don't deserve it.�

Harley: �Lets me get this straight because I don�t speak jack ass so I am having trouble getting this you want this belt (taps belt on shoulder) the one you say I don�t deserve� the one I got for kicking Carl Knox�s ass from the gorilla cage to the ring, from the ring up to the scaffold, and from the scaffold to Carl knox�s laying on his back after getting tossed through eight tables to the ring�Is that the belt you want?�

Ronnie: �Yeah, that's the belt I want.�

Harley: �Well I tell you what I have to say about that�.HELLLL NOOOOO�.Now if you say I broke some rule�.Ok I can deal with that�if you say I can not hold this title that I won fair and square do to said rule�I think you are a coward and a power hungry ass�but I can abide by that too�But if you think for one damn second I am just going to hand it to a chicken shit like you, you are sadly mistaken. Now one of two things is going to happen here tonight, WE can witness a divine miracle and you can spontaneously grow a pair of balls and come up this ramp and try and take it?

(Harley shakes his head

...which I don�t see happening, or I can lay down my title, to Carl Knox, and using MY POWER and make our next match A TITLE MATCH FOR SAID BELT�How do you want to play this Ronnie.�

Ronnie: �As much as I want to come up that ramp and give you what you deserve, I have bigger things to deal with tonight.....so tonight, in this very ring, Carl Knox and Green Gus will fight for the vacant Xtreme title. You and me, we can settle our score another time. And trust me, Harley.... you will get what's coming to you.... �

Harley: �That�s exactly what I thought I would get from you allot of hot air what a shame��

(Harley raises his hand and puts two fingers up in what look like a backwards peace sign.)

Harley: �I am out of here.�

(Harley turns his back and makes his way back behind the curtain leaving Ronnie in the ring.)

Ronnie: �Harley....make that the last time you ever disrespect me like that in your life. Turn your back on me again, and I will show you the true meaning of disrespect.....�

"Many Men" by 50 Cent begins to play again as Ronnie slams down the micro phone and makes his way back up the ramp.�

Sara Ann: �Man that was intense�.�

Jason: �Sure was I mean I really thought those two men wear going to come to blows..�

Brian: �O give me a break Harley showed how much of a coward he was when he refused to come down and give Ronnie that belt.�

Jason: �What the Hell were you watching that�s not the way it went down at all.�

Brian: �I saw it right you two saw it wrong� and that�s that.� Jason: �Brian if you are going to do this job maybe you should��

Brian: �maybe I should what?�

(The scene opens up outside of a hospital. It is the same hospital that Tragedy's brother Jason is being held at. The date is the day before this one. We move to the inside of Jason's room, and see Tragedy standing there with a bag in his hand. This is the same shot we saw earlier in the week. Tragedy speaks.)

Tragedy: Brother... it took me a lot of time to come to the decision... but I know it's time. I brought you your bag.. so.. you could get ready when you wake up. Your probably going to be real mad when you wake up, but I assure you... you'll have the perfect chance tonight to take some of that anger out. Just wake up... PLEASE WAKE UP!!

(Tragedy stops his yelling with that. He holds his tongue and sits the bag on the floor. He puts his hand on his brothers before exiting the room. Right after he does, we see his brother's hand start to move.)

(we turn our view to the backstage area, and Kurt Chavez is indeed in the building. Though, not alone. Eric Stevens, Kurts half brother, is in the arena as well. We listen in on thier conversation.)

The Kurt: Hey, pass me that jar of jam...

Eric Stevens: ....Jam? What the hell do you need jam for?

The Kurt: How about, you dont worry about it, and give me the freakin jam?

(Eric picks up the tasty looking jar of jam, and passes it to Kurt. Kurt lights up with a smile, and attempts to open the jar.)

The Kurt: Jesus, you think grandma could have screwed this on here tighter? I knew she screwed good....but holy hell, man.

Eric Stevens: Did you just say Mum Mum screwed good? How the hell would you know?

The Kurt: Well she was a luchadore back in her day, so I figured, as a side job, being a mexican in america, she screwed jelly jars on. It makes sense. Mexicans get all the shi...crappy jobs.

Eric Stevens: Okay, first off, jelly and jam aren't the same thing. Secondly, did you just prevent yourself from saying a curse word? Cause thats what it sounded like.

The Kurt: Yeah. Stupid phucking jelly jar. I cant get this hoe open.

(Kurt grabs the keys to the ALW-mobile, and prys the jar open, bending the keys....A long silence is heard throughout the room. Eric looks at Kurt with one of those undiscribable looks.)

Eric Stevens: Did you just bend the key to our short bus?

The Kurt: Ummm....yeah. Damn. Well, Biggy can hotwire the damn thing, right? Note to the network, that wasnt a racial thing, me and Biggy grew up jackin cars, and I forgot how, and he remembers. Just clearing that up...kna mean?

Eric Stevens: Oh...fo sho. But why are we here Kurtus? I mean, I know you have been exited all week to come here, but this is a little boring. Whats up?

The Kurt: Well, before I got deported from the country, I saw this tape.

Eric Stevens: Oh yeah man....the one that biggy has, with all them fine hoes...with the big boobs....that tape rules.

The Kurt: .....

Eric Stevens: .....Let me guess...we are talking about two different tapes here...arent we?

The Kurt: Fo sho. Anyways, it was one of Ron/Ronnie/Ronald-Dreamer/McNeil/Mcdonald's promos. It was the one where he called us "Taco eating idiots. You know...in that OTHER federation.

Eric Stevens: You know you can say that federations name....

The Kurt: No...actually I cant. I think Deadman took that right from me. Kinda screwed, but hey, thats why we are here, right?

Eric Stevens: I dont know, your still in the process of telling me why "we are" here.

The Kurt: Right. Well, I kind figured Deadite and McNeilio could use some company, Kna mean?

Eric Stevens: Fo sho. So we come back to hurt them, but conquire NEW on the way. Hmmmm, sounds like a good time. Being a former champion, I wouldnt mind wearing gold again, weather it be Tag gold, or singles. Maybe I could beat the unstopable Deadma.....

The Kurt: Woah there, Ronnie Jr. Dont be sayin that kinda shit. Thats the kinda shit that you get caps busted DIrectLy into your ass for. McNeil thought he belonged on the same level as Deadite and Temp, back when the fed was you know....not-as-cool-as-it-is-now-cause-we-are-here. Eric Stevens: Well...I was just sayin...it could happen.

The Kurt: Well, I am here for Ronald McDonald.

Eric Stevens: Just out of curiousity, What is his real name?

The Kurt: I wish I phucking knew. Its crazy how many times he has changed it. So anyways, tonight, we make our presence known. We make impact, and maybe Cody will give us a good match next week.

Eric Stevens: Are we even hired yet? And are you gonna eat that jelly?

The Kurt: Hired? We we never fired! We were Hired, and stayed hired, just never got fired, and now we are really hired, cause we arent, fired. Got it? Good....and The Codeman knows talent when he see's it, I have faith.

(Kurt pulls out one of the new Subway wraps, and smiles, while a photographer clicks away. The Photographer leaves, and Kurt puts jam all over the wrap. He devours it...as Eric disgustingly looks on.)

Eric Stevens: I guess it isnt so Atkins friendly anymore.

The Kurt: Who the hell would want to be his friend anyway, Clay Atkins clearly lost to that fat dude. You know, on American Idol.

Eric Stevens: Right....but....it was Clay Aiken. He lost to Ruben...uhhh....the fat dude. Anyway, so what is on our agenda tonight?

The Kurt: Numero Uno: Make a speach to the fans. We need thier support. Numero Dos: Make some sort of contact with some sort of authority. We need to be in matches next week. Kinda need to put some ass on it....I aint gettin any younger. And Numero Tres: I will be paying Dreamer a visit.

Eric Stevens: Okay...can I go get 'tato chips now?

The Kurt: Sure.

(The scene fades out.)

Jason: This is going to be one hell of a fight. A thumbtack match…the way it should be. The tacks are located here at our ringside table. To use the tacks, someone must just find his way over here and ….

Brian: This match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Chippewa Falls, Wisconcin, standing at 6' 3", and weighing 237 lbs…GREEN GUS!!!!

(The Fans cheer as the lights go down, and the green sparks begin to fly. "Blind" is playing loud as Gus appears at the ramp, where he looks at the crowd as sparks continue to go off. He makes his way to the center of the ring where he continues to look to the crowd as he adjusts his wrist bands.)

Brian: And his opponent, standing at 6'6", and weighing in at 276 pounds, CARL KNOX!!!!

("I Show You How to Do This Son" plays as he makes his way to the ring.)

Sarah: Let's get under way.

Jason: These two men both have ambition in their eyes as they circle. They both want that title shot. Knox makes the first move, trying to take out Gus's legs with a sweeping kick, but Gus jumps, and lashes out with his own kick right into Knox's gut, Knox is backpedaling.

Sarah: Gus walks after him, and lands a left, right, left. Gus is twisting Knox's arm, and Knox can't get away from it.

Jason: Knox is howling in pain…ha ha ha

Sarah: Wow, you could have tried harder on that one.

Sarah: Gus has let go, and sends Knox into the ropes. Knox bounces back, and Gus with a dropkick, Knox is down. Gus pulls him back to his feet…and Knox has met the mat again by means of a double-underhook suplex. Gus follows up with a elbow. He goes for the pin.

1...

Jason: Knox is out on one. Both men are on there feet, and they lock up. Knox has the upper hand, and hits Gus with a knee, and another. He has Gus by the head, and he throws him into the corner. Knox with a splash, and Gus is down. Knox is up on top waving to the fans, and Gus has rolled out of the ring. Knox turns around, and gets ready to leap…but Gus isn't there, and Knox can't find him.

Sarah: Uh oh, Gus is behind him, and his takes out Knox's leg. Knox is falling, and he lands on crotch-first on the ropes. What is Gus doing…he has a hold of Knox's head, and Knox is still hanging on the ropes. Gus starts running, and he pulls Knox of the ropes, and smashes his face on the apron. Gus lands on his feet on the floor and goes for a chair. Don't forget fans, this is no DQ…it doesn't matter what he does.

Jason: Gus with a chair shot to Knox's back. Knox rolls into the ring to get away from Gus, but Gus just follows him the chair. The ref tries to stop him, but he has no authority here. Knox climbs to his feet, and Gus whacks him back down with a shot to the head. Now Gus drops the chair, and climbs to the top rope. He takes off, and lands an elbow drop. Now he goes for the pin!

1...2...

Sarah: Knox kicks out at two. Gus is arguing with the ref, and Knox is up again. Gus turns back around, and Knox hits a spinebuster, then a leg drop. Gus is wobbly, but he's back up. Knox lines up, and charges with a diving shoulder, and both men spill out of the ring. Now Knox is gong for something under the ring. I knew this match was a thumbtack match folks, but I didn't know it was hardcore!!!!

Sarah: These two couldn't make it hardcore if they tried, unless you want to talk about what they do when the match is over….heh heh heh...

Jason: Anyway….back to the match.

Sarah: Knox has pulled out a table, and he has it set up and poured a bag of tacks on it. Gus is up, and coming at him fast. Knox tries to duck, but Gus was already there, and he lands a big samoan drop onto the protective mat. The ref is yelling at them to get back in, but they don't have to listen.

Jason: Gus is bringing Knox back to his feet, and he goes for a clothesline. Knox is flattened again.

Sarah: Gus is moving the table around, apparently he has something planned. He doesn't see Knox back up, and Knox gets a shot in from behind. He is now rolling Gus back into the ring. Knox clamps on a Boston crab, and Gus is grabbing onto the bottom rope…but that isn't going to do him any good.

Jason: Knox finally lets go, but he immediately begins stomping on Gus's back. Gus is helplessly trying to defend himself. Knox is definitely on top of this match now. He's going for the thumbtacks.

Sarah: Knox now hits a t-bone suplex, and then a DDT. Gus is floundering on the mat, Gus is going for the tacks - he's back - Knox starts to stomp him again, but Gus takes his leg out. Both men are facing each other now. Knox makes a fake-out move, and Gus falls for it. Knox smacks Gus down hard with a Sidewalk-Slam. Things aren't looking good for Gus.

Jason: Knox is waiting for Gus to stand up, and he does, but slowly. Knox is still waiting, as Gus is trying to catch his balance. Uh oh, Knox is moving in for the kill, but just as he was reaching for Gus, Gus dropped like a Stone. Knox is giving a confused look to the crowd. He thinks Gus is done for.

Sarah: Gus isn't down at all...he is wide awake. Knox is still not looking, and Gus pushes off the mat, and spears him onto the tacks. Knox screams in agony! Gus drags Knox over to the ropes where he has the table set up, and stands him up on the apron. Knox is regaining his senses, but Gus elbows him to the head. Now Gus is climbing up the ropes, not the turnbuckles, but the ropes, and is signaling for a Twig and Berries. He hooks Knox's shoulders, is he going to put him through that tack-covered table?!

Jason: Gus is going for his finisher, but Knox reacts! GUS FLEW INTO THAT TACK COVERED TABLE! Knox jumps on top of Gus to go for the advantage!

1.....

2......

3.......!

Sarah: Knox comes away with a big win over Gus!

Jason: That was a close match, but today, Knox was the better man.

(Once again, we are backstage, joined by 2/3rds of America's Least Wanted. Kurt and Eric are standing outside of the office of The President of NEW, Cody...cody...what the hell is Codys last name??? Anyway...they knock, and gain acess to the office. President Cody is sitting in his swivle chair going over paper work. Eric munches on his tato chips.)

Pres. Cody: What the hell are you two doing here?

The Kurt: Surely you are joking, Cody, ol' pal. You Hired us about two months ago, and we never did anything. Well we are back now, and ready to work.

Pres. Cody: Uh-huh. Well look...I'm busy, and you look busy, so why dont you get the hell out of my office, okay?

The Kurt: Oh no, not quite. You see Cody, Im determined not to leave this office on your bad side.

Eric Stevens: ***CRUNCH!!!*** Which side is his bad side? They both look rough to me....

(Two seconds later, Kurt and Eric are on thier asses, outside the door. Security escorted them. Kurt looks at Eric and smiles.)

The Kurt: I think he likes us. This is great. Now...phase two! A public speach!

(The Scene fades out.) (The reoccuring silhouette of a man dressed in black is shown with a hat hanging over his eyes... He stands in a dark corner and takes a drag from his cigarette keeping it firmly held in his mouth... In his machine-generated voice, he speaks as Ronnie walks by towards the entry way, just prior to his match with the Legendary Thanatos...)

Man dressed in Black: Ronnie . . . I've heard many rumors about you . . . . Ha ha ha ha. . . .

RM: What's so damn funny?

Man dressed in Black: These rumors are admirable, Ronnie . . . Do you wish to hear them?

RM: Sure.... why not. Humor me....

Man dressed in Black: True of False . . . You are after big things here in New England Wrestling . . .

Rm: True........I have things I need to accomplish here.....that's no big secret.

Man dressed in Black: True of False . . . Those "big things" circulate around maybe . . . Heavyweight Championship material . . .

RM: True......if you're not thinking big, then you're not thinking at all....but that's just the beginning

Man dressed in Black: True or False . . . You would do anything to get to the top. . .

RM: Whatever it takes.....

Man dressed in Black: True or False . . . Even if it meant taking out Joey Rival to get Deadman's attention . . .

RM: Maybe.....I never really liked the little bastard....but I've never hid anything I've done.

Man dressed in Black: True or False . . . I know every thought that transpires through your mind . . . I can feel every nerve ending as it prickles your mind and triggers your impending thought before you even think it. I can taste your every emotion, and feel your every movement . . . Before you even feel it yourself. I already knew the answer to everything I asked you before you answered . . . True or False, Ronnie?

RM: If you say so. Believe what you want, it doesn't matter to me.....

Man dressed in Black: True . . . Ha ha ha. . . I admire your aversion towards Joey Rival . . . But I also know that if you were responsible, you would pride on his fateful condition . . . True or False?

RM: Haha.... very true.....Putting Rival on the shelf would be something to smile about, considering the history we have...

Man dressed in Black: Maybe you're not so bad for a humanoid after all . . . But I know that you didn't attack Joey . . . Why? Well how about you answer that one, Ronnie? . . . True or False . . . You're not capable of doing what was done to Joey to the extent that it was done.

RM: Capable.... very.... more than anyone in NEW knows.... save maybe Deadman. Would I? �� No. Despite all that has gone on, I still consider the little runt somewhat of a friend.

Man dressed in Black: Ha ha ha ha. . . . I knew you'd give me an answer like that . . . I saw it before I even asked the question. Many are capable of doing what was done to Joey . . . Even you. But I know that it wasn't you . . . But you already knew that, didn't you? *Pause* But don't answer . . . I already know what you're going to say. Ha ha ha ha. . .

RM: Very funny.

Man dressed in Black: You want to know what else is funny?

RM*now turning his head towards the man in black*: Do tell . . .

Man dressed in Black: Your match tonight . . . True or False . . . You will come out the victor.

RM: Without a doubt.... I shall be victorious.

Man dressed in Black: Want to know the REAL answer?

RM: Does it really matter.... you're gonna tell me anyway, aren't you?

Man dressed in Black: Only if you ask.

RM: Then there's no need to ask. I already know the truth.... How about you tell me something I don't know.

Man dressed in Black: Why should I? You've shown me that you are unworthy of my wisdom, yet you insist that I spoil the impending.

RM: Unworthy.... funny how that word seems to be attached to my name.....no matter how many times I prove people wrong.....

Man dressed in Black: Ha ha ha ha. . . Very well . . . If you insist that you are worthy . . . I've abolished your future as you've asked.

(And the man dressed in black disappears into the shadows.)

RM*shaking his head*: Strange...... (We see Joey Rival in a wheelchair, approaching him in his Orlando home I had one thought, what kind of sick individual would do this and why.)

Pete: Its good to see you Joey.

Joey: Come in and have a seat.

(Pete walks in and heads for Joey�s living room, he takes a seat in a chair.)

Pete: Are you ok from End Of An Era?

Joey: Yes�I will live.

Pete: Good to hear.

Joey: Not really, my doctor�s say I�ll never wrestle again�I�d rather be dead than that happening. Whoever is responsible for this, the moment I find out who you are, I will destroy you, whether in this chair or not.

Pete: I know you need some rest so I�ll leave you be�.

(Pete begins to get up.)

Joey: Sit down and stay awhile. I�m not done�

(Pete sits down.)

Joey: Whoever you are, this is far from over and expect to get yours sometime down the line.

(We fade on Joey and Pete engaging in conversation.)

(The bell rings. Wulf and Wilson are going at it as Soldier and Gimp are exchanging blows. The ref tries to gain control of this match by putting Solider and Gimp to the outside. Soldier clotheslines Gimp and catches the ref in the process, taking all three men to the outside!)

Jason: Look at that, at the opening bell too!

(Wulf hits a scoop slam on Wilson, then follows it up with a rear chin lock. Wilson tries to reach the ropes and finally does, but the ref is not there to break the hold, so Wulf continues to grind the lock in until Wilson is forced to tap out, but still the ref isn't there to call anything! Wulf picks Wilson up and whips him into the ropes, but Wilson comes back leaping up and catching Wulf and bringing him down with a great tornado DDT.)

Brian: Nice DDT by the cactus man!

(Meanwhile on the outside of the ring, Gimp smashes Soldier's head into the steel steps, and then gives him a backdrop. Gimp then rolls Soldier into the ring, and then picks the ref up and rolls him in as well. As the ref comes to he sees only Gimp standing on the outside and Wilson covering Wulf and Soldier is nowhere in sight.)

Sara: Soldier is laid out on the outside, which you folks didn't get to see.

(The ref makes the count, 1...2... Wulf kicks out. As Wilson is going to pick Wulf up, he gives Wilson a few elbows to the gut causing the crowd to cheer for him, then he takes off into the ropes and comes sprinting back going for a cross body block, but Wilson counters with a dropkick in mid air taking Wulf down! Wulf gets up and is crawling to his corner, but Soldier is still laid out. Wilson tags Gimp in and both men walk over and drag Wulf into the center of the ring and begin beating him down.)

Jason: Look at this two on one attack, where the heck is Soldier??

(Wilson is forced to the outside as Gimp picks Wulf up and gives him a hip toss and follows it up with an armbar. Wulf desperately tries to reach the ropes and gets there, breaking the hold. Gimp gives Wulf a double axe handle smash to the back of the neck as he tries to get up. Just then Soldier slowly begins crawling up onto the ring apron. Gimp pulls Wulf to his feet and calls for a piledriver. Wulf reverses it, giving Gimp a back body drop and dives forward tagging in Soldier.)

Sara: Soldier is on fire!

(Soldier jumps into the ring and takes Gimp down with a clothesline, and then he gives Wilson who jumps into the ring another clothesline. Soldier then spins around and gives Gimp a spinning heel kick to the face! Wilson jumps back up to his feet only to get clocked with another brutal clothesline from Soldier. He then picks Gimp up to his feet and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Soldier then sets him up for the Massacre, but Gimp reverses it and hits a brainbuster. Gimp goes for the pin as Wulf goes for the save, but Wilson jumps on Wulf and begins punching him in the head. The ref makes the count, 1...2... Soldier kicks out! The crowd begins to boo. Wilson tosses Wulf over the top, and then runs up behind Soldier and hits a dropkick to the back on Soldier's head. Wilson then rolls out of the ring. Gimp then picks Soldier up and hits a piledriver. Wilson slides back in the ring, and grabs Soldier from behind. Gimp runs and bunces off the ropes, and the DWA hits A Shot in the Arm! WIlson covers him. 1........2...........3! The bell rings.)

Jack: Your winners of the match, the Dudes with Attitudes!!!

Brian: And the Dudes with Attitudes come back with some major....attitude?

(Both Jason and SaraAnne shake their heads.)

(We move to the back real quick and we see Tragedy walking into the door. He looks different though. His face looks more pale, and skinnier. He's dressed differently then normal, and his hair doesn't seem to be the same. The camera watches him walk inside and head towards his dressing room.)

Jason Barret: Tragedy isn't look very good tonight...

SaraAnne: He just looks different... like.. he's not the same man.

Brian Johnson: Who knows...

(The scene fades out as Tragedy is still walking.)

(The silhouette of the familiar man dressed in black is shown with a hat hanging over his eyes... He stands in a dark corner and takes a drag from his cigarette before dropping the bud, and stepping on it as it hits the floor... As Prince of Darkness is about to pass by, walking towards the entry way in preparation for his match with Shawn Temp and the STRIP, the man raises his machine generated voice...)

Man dressed in Black: I know your hatred for Shawn Temp . . .

Prince of Darkness: Why, yes I do hate Shawn Temp, mysterious stranger. Nice of you to notice..... Weirdo

Man dressed in Black: I admire your animosity towards Shawn. . . Want to know why?

Prince of Darkness: And why is that?

Man dressed in Black: Because he's related to Joey Rival. . . .

Prince of Darkness: I'm guessing you have no love for Rival?

Man dressed in Black: I don't like many of your kind, humanoid. . . But the reason I bring this up is because I would love it deeply if you were the one who attacked Joey last week and put him in the hospital . . .

Prince of Darkness: Maybe I was.... who are you and what do I get for introducing Rival an I.V unit.... if it was me?

Man dressed in Black: It doesn't matter who I am . . . I am the one who knows all, sees all, and hears all . . . But since you asked, what is it that you'd want? Perhaps if I gazed into my crystal ball and revealed to you the outcome of your match. . . I know that your curiosity is boiling already . . .

Prince of Darkness: Ok, I've got nothing against the black arts. Gaze and tell me what you see.

Man dressed in Black: Foolish humanoid . . . You ask for me to tell you . . . But I already know that you were not the one who completed the act of destroying reletive of Shawn Temp. You were simply asking me for a favour in response to a deed that you did not complete . . . Ha ha ha ha. . .

Prince of Darkness: Ok so I didn't bump off Rival. Can I still have my future told? Or do I need to attack somebody to get that because I'm not above charging into some one's dressing room; chair swinging.

Man dressed in Black: You have shown me that you are unworthy of my wisdom . . . Yet you still ask me to destroy the impending . . . Very well. I've abolished your future as you asked . . . Goodbye.

(And with that said, the man dressed in black disappears into the shadows.) (The first guitar riff from "Sigillum Diaboli" by HIM hits the speakers, and fans unexpedantly stare at the NEW-tron. We see a picture of Kurt Chavez looking into the camera, lip syncing the song, while everything behind him slowly explodes. The ALW logo flashes onto the screen, and soon enough, Kurt Chavez, and his brother, Eric Stevens start to walk down the ramp. Not knowing how to react, most of the fans cheer wildly for the team that gets fired wherever they go. Kurt rolls into the ring, and picks up a microphone.)

The Kurt: What a welcome! By the looks on your faces, I can see that you werent suspecting us to be the mystery men. Well damn, here we are in yet ANOTHER federation, ready to conquire, and win gold. I want this run to be off the chain. I'm going to do my best not to get fired, this time, fans. I see a few of you out there that I have seen before, the HARDCORE ALW fans. Well I thank all of you, it makes me feel good deep inside, or something like that. I wouldnt have come back if it werent for the fans.

(The fans erupt in cheers from that cheapo pop.)

The Kurt: Although, I actually have a mission statement to make, in front of all these fans. Back in HWA, I was robbed of all oppertunitys that were given to me. By that rat bastard Ash. Ash is elsewhere now, so I cant deal with him the way that he deserves. Then again, I dont have a shotgun handy. Once Ash was out of the picture, I was ready to rise to superstardom. Did I? No, some other s**t-pusher got in my way. Ron-Ronnie-Ronald-Dreamer-McNeil-Mcdonald. Whatever you want to call him. Ronnie acted like a girl. He whined about this and that, and eventually got what he wanted. America's Least Wanted was fired. The biggest threat to his career was gone, and Ronnie rose to his own sort of Stardom. While I sat at home and watched. It was only a matter of time before good ol' Ronnie made the wrong move. He got power that wasnt deserved. He became a head officer in HWA. That set it off. I knew someone with his "Talent" had to be in some other federation. So I looked around, and ! NEW appears before my face. How interesting. Deadman is in NEW too? OH MY, it was almost too good to be true. Deadman fired us, Ronnie got us fired. NEW isnt run by Deadman, so we cant get fired for being here. What a treat. The reason I have officially come to NEW is to own. I want to show Ronnie, and Deadman that Kurt Chavez is going to kick thier asses, and everyone elses too. No one will stand in my way. As the End of an Era came last week, the Begining of an era is coming this week. The Era of Bitch-smackin.

(The crowd erupts, as Eric takes the mic from Chavez.)

Eric Stevens: Although, we wouldnt want Kurt to go too far with his ranting. It's my turn to speak. I would like to speak upon the behalf of ALW, when I say....I gotta hand it to NEW....their tag team division is nothing short of ... crap. Yes, crap. Being a college graduate, I couldnt honestly think of a better word for the tag division...and that is bad. I dont want to anger anyone though...Kurt and I will take our place at the bottom of the tag division, when that time comes. For now, we are singles competitors. People must be wondering who I am gunning for, since Kurt obviously has his own enemies. Well, in HWA, I was the SECOND EVER National Champion, so naturally, I am going for the International championship here in NEW. To restore some prestege to that championship. So whoever holds that championship, I dont care who it is, Chris Evans, Ny Vandamme, Its time to face the worlds number one PIMP.

(The crowd cheers, as Kurt gets the mic back.)

The Kurt: You guys are about to see the most dominant force NEW has seen in a while. We may not be your everyday legends, but we sure can beat your everyday legends. Starting next week...Me and Eric shall become Icons. Stick behind us fans, its a promise.

(America's Least Wanted steps outside of the ring and walks back to thier locker room. Before going back, Kurt gives a little ALW fan his rolex. He walks up the ramp...and realizes that he didnt give him the Folex that he was supposed to ... he runs back down, and trades the kid, then walks backstage.)

Jack Darling: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is a TRIPLE THREAT match! Introducing first�

(The first few cords of the song play, and the lights dim. Sky blue lights flicker, and the crowd cheers. The lights explode on, with this...)

Let's FIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!!!

(Shawn Temp walks out to the ring without music.) Shawn: The time has come...two years I have been here in NEW, and I have done everything. But I am not trying to re-invent myself, only to get treated like a jobber. I am wrestler that is long overdue for some respect. But I know none of you will give it to me. So as of now, I am out of this Federation. I will compete tonight, but after that, I am leaving. This is the only way.

(Shawn drops his mic.)

(With the crowd booing at the knowledge that Temp, a mainstay of NEW, has decided to leave the federation. "Night on Bald Mountain" begins to play and the STRIP emerges from behind the curtains.)

Brian: Shawn Temp is a perfect example of one of those guys who makes it big, makes it to the top of this game, and has no place to go but downhill from here. And it appears that that knowledge finally caught up with him.

Jason: And I hate to agree with you Brian, but I think it sure seems that way doesn't it? But Temp didn't get half the respect he deserved, regardless of what you may think of him as a person. In years past, he was the man...simple as that.

Jack Darling: And his opponents� First, from Las Vegas, Nevada� Weighing in at 285 pounds����

(The STRIP struts to the ring.)

Jack Darling: THUHHHHHHHH STRIP!!!!!!

Jason: Well I'll tell ya guys, this STRIP certainly has a lot going for him. He's a hot young talent with plenty of potential, and he's got a big chance to prove himself today against NEW's best, Shawn Temp and Prince of Darkness�

Brian: If you ask me, this STRIP is full of himself! He has some nerve taking shots at Deadman all the time� As if he actually thinks he's championship material or something! I mean, come on!

Sara: Maybe he �is- championship material�

Brian: Sara, with a comment like that, you might as well be trying to steel some free samples at Costco's.

(The STRIP with a close eye on Shawn Temp, slides into the ring and raises his arms to a mixed reaction.)

Jack Darling: And their opponents�.

(Saliva's "Superstar" blasts throughout the arena as Prince of Darkness along side Jade come out to an evasion of cheers.)

Jason: And listen to this capacity crowd here in Calgary for Prince of Darkness!!

Sara: WOOOOOO!!!!

Brian: Hey! He's married! You should know that!

Jason: He sure is, and take a look at the lovely Jade making her way to the ring beside him!

Jack Darling: Making his way to the ring accompanied by Jade�. From Phoenix Arizona, weighing in at 190 pounds�.. PRINCE OF DARKNESS!!!!!

(Prince of Darkness locking hands with Jade runs down the ramp. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he puts on the breaks and trades a kiss with his wife before sliding into the squared circle and finding a turnbuckle to stand on.)

Jason: Well Prince of Darkness certainly isn't the biggest in this game, but he's got a lot of heart.

Brian: And a lack of eyes.

Sara: Hey!

Jason: Come on now�

Brian: Hey, what? It's true!

*ding* *ding* *ding*

Jason: And it looks like this match is underway!

Brian: Hey wait a minute... Shawn Temp has a microphone!

Shawn: Woah woah woah... Hold it. Hold on a second, I have something to say...

Jason: What's this all about?

Shawn: The time has come...two years I have been here in NEW, and I have done everything. But I am not trying to re-invent myself, only to get treated like a jobber. I am wrestler that is long overdue for some respect. But I know none of you will give it to me. So as of now, I am out of this Federation. I wont compete tonight, and I wont be back.

Jason: WHAT??

Sara: He can't just do that! Can he?

(Shawn Temp drops the microphone and is about to leave the ring but Prince of Darkness grabs him by the belt line to the crowd's approval, and yanks him back into the ring.)

Brian: Look at this!!

Jason: Well Prince never liked Shawn, and he's not just going to let him leave like that!

(With a hold of Temp, Prince heaves him into the corner causing his shoulder to hit the pillar on the outside.)

Jason: And Temp goes shoulder first into the steel post!

(The STRIP, attacks Prince from behind with a double axe handle which puts POD against the ropes.)

Jason: And the Strip from behind!

Brian: Well he knows that Shawn doesn't want to be apart of this match, so he's not going to bother with him it seems. He's a smart man, I'll give him that much.

(The STRIP pushes POD into the ropes and whips him into the other side. Prince however, springboards from the second rope and nails the STRIP in the face with a flying back kick.)

Jason: Oh my! Prince of Darkness counters with a springboard kick of some sort and now it would seem that he's going back after Shawn Temp!

Brian: Well Prince isn't just going to dismiss his hatred for the man!

(In the meantime, Shawn has escaped to the outside of the ring only to walk into a right hand by Jade.)

Jason: Oh my!!

Sara: Jade hits Temp with a right hand!! Woo!

Brian: Hey! She can't do that!

Sara: Well news flash Brian, she just did!

(With Temp holding his jaw near the apron on the outside of the ring, Prince goes off the ropes and baseball-slides to the outside, knocking Shawn to the floor, while the STRIP gets back to his feet on the inside of the ring.)

Jason: Prince of Darkness hits a baseball slide after Jade sets him up!

Sara: No wonder why they're married!

(Prince takes Shawn by the hair and whips him hard into the steel ring steps.)

Jason: My GOODNESS!! Shawn just went right into the steel steps!!!

(Shawn tries to ignore the immediate pain, and crawls towards the ramp. The STRIP remains on the inside of the ring, as the referee begins to count-out his opponents.)

Brian: I don't think Prince of Darkness is even aware that the referee is counting him out here!

(Jade delivers a hard kick to Shawn's gut, while Prince reaches under the ring to find a Singapore Cane.)

Referee: 2����.

Jason: And it looks like Prince is taking out the hardware!

Brian: That's not something you can buy at Home Depot, Jason� That's a damn Singapore Cane!

Referee: 3����.

(Prince holds the stick up to the crowd to their approval.)

Sara: Listen to this crowd!

(Shawn continues to crawl up the ramp in attempt to get away from POD, only to be struck with the Singapore Cane in the rear end.)

Brian: HA HA!

Referee: 4����.

(Shawn turns over pushing himself up the ramp as Prince of Darkness stalks him with the Singapore Cane.)

Jason: I'm sure this is not the way Shawn intended to leave the building tonight!

(The STRIP leans in the corner of the ring, as POD cracks Shawn over the head with the Singapore Cane.)

*CRACK*

Sara: MY GOODNESS!

Jason: What a SHOT!!

Referee: 5����.

(Shawn grabs his head as he spins over and crawls up the ramp now dripping blood from his forehead.)

Jason: Shawn is bleeding but Prince isn't backing off!!

Referee: 6����.

(Shawn reaches the stage and Prince cracks him across the back again with the Singapore Cane.)

*CRACK*

Jason: And there's SHOT to the back!

Brian: Come on now� Enough is enough already! Get back into the ring! How could you take pleasure in something like this?? Shawn Temp is our longest reining champion!! He can't treat our longest reigning champion like that!

Referee: 7����.

*CRACK*

Jason: And again! Prince of Darkness with a hard shot to the back!

Referee: 8����.

(Shawn reaches the stage, and crawls to the edge with Prince still close by.)

Referee: 9����.

(Shawn gets up to his knees pleading for Prince to put down the cane. Prince drops the cane with the fans unsure as to why.)

Jason: Prince dropped the cane! But� Why??

Brian: Maybe he finally came to his senses?

(Prince delivers a buzzaw kick to the side of Shawn's head in chorus with the referee counting to 10, knocking Temp off the stage and through a table.)

Jason: DARK NIGHT CONCERTO!!!!! OH MY!!! PRINCE JUST NAILED SHAWN TEMP WITH THE DARK NIGHT CONCERTO, AND SHAWN PLUMMETS THROUGH A TABLE FROM OFF OF THE STAGE!!!!

*ding* *ding* *ding*

(Prince looks to the ring and sees the STRIP's hand being raised.)

Jack Darling: Here is your winner���.. THE STRIP!!!

(Jade puts her arm around Prince and he shrugs, walking backstage as the STRIP's arm is raised inside the ring.)

Jason: Well, the STRIP wins the match, but Prince seems to be satisfied with what he did to Temp!

Brian: But�Shawn's our longest reigning champion, Jason! He� He held the heavyweight title for longer than anyone! How could anyone treat him like that!

Jason: Yeah, well the STRIP now holds a victory over not only the longest reigning champion, but also Deadman's brother-in-law!

(STRIP rolls to the outside of the ring, not completely satisfied with how his match came to be�)

(A silhouette of a man dressed in black is shown with a hat hanging over his eyes... He stands in a dark corner and takes a drag from his cigarette before dropping the bud, and stepping on it as it hits the floor of the Pengrowth Saddledome... In his machine generated voice, he begins to speak as Chris Evans is about to walk past towards the entry way, just prior to his match with Ny VanneDamme...)

Man dressed in Black: Chris Evans . . . . . I've heard some "things" about you. . .

Chris: Yeah well, fuck what ya heard.

Man dressed in Black: You aren't helping yourself Chris . . . In fact, you're only making things worse for yourself . . .

Chris: Shut the fuck up, bitch.

Man dressed in Black: My sources tell me that you hold a deep . . . fuelling . . . hatred for your brother Joey Rival . . . I admire your anger Evans . . . And I'd like it even more if you told me that you were the one who attacked him last week . . .

Chris: I have an alibi...trust me� After Joey went backstage I stayed out at the ring for a bit to spend some time with my adoring fans...

Man dressed in Black: I never said that you attacked Joey . . . I said I would like it if you did . . . But I already knew that you weren't the one responsible . . . For I am the man who knows all, sees all and hears all . . . I know that there was no way that you could have attacked Joey . . . Even if you wanted to . . . And I also know how well you'll do in your match against Ny tonight . . . Would you like me to answer your already boiling curiosity?

Chris: I don't know what you're talking about...and I've never hated my brother, we just have extreme competition� And what's this about my "boiling curiosity?"

Man dressed in Black: I feel the anger fuelling inside you as we speak, Chris . . . And I deeply admire it. Call it a sibling "Rival-ry" if you must . . . But I know your true feelings for your Brother . . . You can't hide your emotions from me . . . For I am the Informer . . . And as I gazed into my crystal ball, I even saw the outcome of your match tonight . . . And I know that there is at least an inch of marvel just begging for me to tell you . . .

Chris: What, Who won? I decide that...not some bitch with a crystal ball. Your throwing me off from my match and my mind is already off of it enough so just leave...

Man dressed in Black: Ha ha ha ha. . . . Have it your way.

(The man disappears into the shadows.) Jack Darling: The next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Birmingham, Alabama, weighing in at 260 pounds, he is the master of The Wake Up Call..."The Franchise"...RONNNNNIIIIEEEE McNEEEEIILLLLL!!!!!

(The lights go out in the arena, and a voice begins to speak)

"You're about to get taken to a whole 'nother level....."

("Many Men" by 50 Cent begins to play as the stage lights up with pyro...Ronnie steps out from the curtain as his video montage begins to play.)

"Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And niggaz trying to take my life away
I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
Cause I'll come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me......

(Ronnie walks slowly to the ring, calmly steps into the ring, takes off his coat and shades, and stands in the corner....The music fades as Jack Darling raises his mic...)

Jack Darling: And his opponent....

(The lights flicker and grow dim, as smoke pours from the entryway...the fans pop as the video screen lights up with an image of horsemen riding on a grassy knoll...)

Jack Darling: From the Pacific Northwest...weighing in at 290 pounds...he is the master of Eternal Damnation...THAANNNNAAATOOSSSSS!!!!

(Metallica's "Breadfan" blasts from the speakers as Thanatos appears in the entryway...he locks eyes with Ronnie and strides purposefully to the ring, entering between the top and second ropes as Jack Darling rolls out of the ring...the music fades, and Diamond Joe signals for the bell...)

Jason - Thanatos charges in with a shoulder, which takes Ronnie off his feet. Thanatos pulling Ronnie back to his feet...Ronnie charging Thanatos ... clothesli...NO! Thanatos counters with a backdrop at the last second!! Thanatos with the hair of Ronnie...

Brian- Looks like he's setting him up for something... Oh Big time Piledriver!!

Jason - Ronnie hops back to his feet, and sends Thanatos into the ropes and follows in with a clothsline! Thanatos needs to try for a comeback! Ronnie dives on to Thanatos and applies a headlock. He's pounding away at the forehead of Thanatos!

Brian - What an incredible series of punches!! Ronnie comes down across the back of Thanatos with a double axe handle!! Thanatos just can't make it to his feet! Ronnie picks him up in a firemans carry, and drops him right on his face!

Jason - Thanatos hops back to his feet, with a burst of energy!! Thanatos levels Handsome Devil with a foot to the face. Pinning combination by Thanatos ...1 ...2 ... Ronnie grabs onto the ropes! We almost had a pin there! Thanatos is all over Ronnie! He's choking him out!! Ronnie won't be able to take that for long! What an awesome match!!!!

Brian - Good call!

Jason - Ronnie hops back to his feet. Handsome Devil scoops him up fall away slam!!! Ronnie's going for an STF here!

Brian Richardson - He's not gonna get it on Thanatos is to quick! Cover by Ronnie ...1 Kick Out. Quick kick out by Thanatos.

Sara- This match may actually be decent.

Brian- This match is great!! I'm marking HUGE!!

Jason- Shut up. Ronnie lifting Thanatos into position for something...He devastated the neck of Thanatos with a Tombstone type piledriver!

Brian - Thanatos struggles back to his feet. Thanatos picks him up..a simple scoop slam!

Jason - Thanatos with a roll up. Diamond Joe counts ...1 ...2 ..NOOO Kick out!! Ronnie moving to his feet. Pagan kicks him back down!

Brian - Ronnie hops back to his feet. Kick to the gut knocks Thanatos out of balance. Ronnie follows up with a running knee lift to take him down!! Quick cover by Ronnie, but Thanatos kicks out before the one count! Boston crab being applied by Ronnie ... all he has to do is turn him over.

Jason - He may have him with that.. NOOO!! Thanatos got out of that at the last second! Ronnie is trying to apply a figure-four!!

Brian - Thanatos got out of it! He's lucky! Thanatos is ROCKED with a big elbow!

Jason - Ronnie picks him up in a firemans carry, and drops him right on his face! Thanatos moving to his feet. Ronnie kicks him back down! Thanatos needs to try for a comeback! Cover by Ronnie ...1 ...2 ... Diamond Joe is pointing to the ropes! Thanatos has his foot on the ropes!

Brian: And here's Ronnie now, pulling Thanatos up and applying a side headlock, perhaps trying to catch a breather! He's really grinding that headlock in on Thanatos, but Thanny shoves Ronnie into the ropes! Here comes McNeil, RIGHT into a spinebuster by Thanatos!! What a high impact move!!

Sara: Lucky.

Brian: And now here's Thanatos, pounding away with right hands on the head of Ronnie! The ref is now asking Thanny to get up, WHAT? Thanny reared back for one more shot and his elbow caught the referee, Diamond Joe, right in the head! The ref is out!! Can we get another ref down here?

("Sigillum Diaboli" Hits the speakers, and The Kurt walks out, as the fans cheer him on. He has a steel chair with him. Some thought he was going to Attack McNeil, but Kurt sets up the chair outside of the ring, and watches the match.)

SaraAnne: What the hell is Kurt Chavez doing out here??!?

Brian: You got me!

Jason: I have no idea, but let's get back to the action inside the...WHAT THE HELL?

(Sara screams as the lights go out in the arena...after about 5 seconds, the NEW-Tron flickers to life with glowing white letters that burn with intensity...)

NEW-Tron: "And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see. And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer. And when he had opened the second seal, I heard the second beast say, Come and see. And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword. And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand. And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine. And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see. And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto him over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth."

(The Four Horsemen" by Metallica begins to play over the speakers in the arena...there's just enough light to see that Thanatos has backed away from the fallen form of Ronnie McNeil, smiling a bit...Ronnie struggles to his feet, glaring at the entryway area, trying to figure out what's going on...suddenly, the music grinds to a halt, and a single voice rings strong...)

Voice: I am the third Horseman...and I am come...NOW!!

(With that, Saliva's "Click, Click, Boom" explodes over the speakers as a massive sheet of white pyro drops from the ceiling, forming a fiery curtain in front of the entryway...)

Jason: OH MY GOD!! IT CAN'T BE!!

Brian: YES!! HE HAS RETURNED, WHEN NOBODY THOUGHT HE WOULD!! THE THIRD HORSMAN IS...

Brian: PAGAN HAS RETURNED TO NEW ENGLAND WRESTLING!!!! THE HALL OF FAMER IS BACK!!

(The pyro parts like a curtain as Pagan appears, holding up his right fist in the air...In the ring, Ronnie's jaw hits the floor in disbelief as the crowd explodes as one...Pagan smirks at Ronnie, pulling his trademark Serengeti sunglasses down on his nose to wink as he walks slowly down the entryramp...he's wearing a white tank top, black Levis jeans, and combat boots...his right elbow has a black elbow sleeve on it, and his wrists are wrapped in red tape...the fans are chanting Pagan's name as he reaches the steel steps by the ring...referee Diamond Joe begins to move, and Pagan plays to the crowd some more as Ronnie looks furious. Diamond Joe gets to his feet, and Thanatos, seizing the opportunity, grabs Ronnie from behind and hits a massive Reverse DDT, then goes for the pin...)

Brian: 1........2............3!!!! Thanny has stolen the win over Ronnie McNeil!! Oh my god, fans, what a night!!!

(Pagan climbs into the ring as "Breadfan" by Metallica hits the speakers...the fans roar again as Night Stalker appears at the top of the ramp and quickly joins Thanatos and Pagan in the ring...all three men join hands and raise their arms in triumph as the crowd begins a "Horsemen" chant...Pagan breaks the chain, signaling for a microphone...he gets it, waiting a moment for the crowd to quiet, then he speaks...)

Pagan: HELLO, CALGARY!!!

(The crowd explodes again....)

Pagan: Let's get right down to it. Yes, I am back. Yes, I have signed another contract with New England Wrestling. But more importantly, I am helping to re-form the most powerful group EVER assembled...THE HORSEMEN! The fourth is on the way, but you are not going to find out for a while just who it is. So keep tight, kids...NEW is in for one HELL of a ride!

(Metallica's "The Four Horsemen" hits the speakers again, and the camera zooms in on Pagan, Thanatos, and Night Stalker. Suddenly though Kurt grabs a mic, and regardless of the celebration going on in the ring, speaks into the mic.)

The Kurt: Well, Ronnie Dreamer, that was a stunning performance. I gotta say, I'm surprised. But what suprises me more, is the fact that you didnt stop by my lockeroom to say hi! What kind of friend are you? Well now that I am here, I am Challenging you, McNeilio! I never got a chance to face you one on one in HWA, so nows the chance for you to shut me up. What do ya say? Get back to me Ronnie...dont keep me waiting.

Brian: Holy hell!!!! PAGAN IS BACK!

SaraAnne: THE HORSEMEN ARE BACK IN ACTION TOO!

Brian: And what the hell was that with Kurt Chavez challenging Ronnie?!

Jason: What else could possibly happen tonight?!

(The silhouette of a man dressed in black� It's not the first time this man has appeared as the NEW Tron materialized� But there he is shown once again with his hat hanging over his eyes... He stands in a dark corner� all out of cigarettes, just as Tragedy walks past towards the entrance way just prior to his match with Deadman... In his machine-generated voice, he grabs Tragedy's attention...)

Man dressed in Black: I feed on your hatred for Deadman . . . Your anger charms me dearly.

Tragedy: My Anger.... is a place you don't want to be right now... Guarantee you that..

Man dressed in Black: Oh, believe me . . . I've already been there. I was there before the emotion even triggered the nerve endings of your brain . . . I guess you could say that part of me -is- your anger . . . Ha ha ha ha. . .

Tragedy: Nice... Nice. You've obviously got my attention, although I'm not so sure that this is going to lead anywhere that I like...

Man dressed in Black: I know what you don't like . . . You dodn't have to tell me . . . for I am the man who knows all sees all and hears all . . . And one thing you don't like. . . Is that humanoid they call Deadman.

Tragedy: Tell me something I don't know. He's a paracite. He feeds off the innocence of those who want to believe. He's the bad guy here if you ask me...

Man dressed in Black: Ha ha ha ha. . . You request that I tell you something you don't know, but are not worthy of my wisdom. I'll tell you this, however . . . I know that if you could, you'd have put Joey Rival in the hospital knowing it would get under Deadman's skin . . . And maybe even . . . Anger him. Ha ha ha ha. . .

Tragedy: I'm not worthy... put Joey Rival in the hospital..??? I don't have to put him in the hospital... I've already whooped his ass enough times that he knows what's up.

Man dressed in Black: I didn't say that you were the one responsible, humanoid . . . But it would make me very happy if you were . . . In fact . . . I could offer you big things if you were the one who completed this act.

Tragedy: Haha.. That would definitely depend on what you're offering... I'm not cheap.

Man dressed in Black: Ask me.

Tragedy: If it's like that... then obviously the thing I won't more then anything else.

Man dressed in Black: The NEW Heavyweight Championship. . . Am I right?

Tragedy: You shouldn't even have to ask... but since you did... You're as right as can be.

Man dressed in Black: You didn't have to tell me I was right . . . I'm always right . . . Ha ha ha ha . . . Foolish humanoid. You ask for my bidding to reward you for an act you did not complete.

Tragedy: You asked what I wanted. I told you. If that's the matter, ask me again after Monday.

Man dressed in Black: I don't need to . . . I already know what you're going to ask even before the thought enters your mind. But since you simply asked me for a favour in response to a deed that you did not complete . . . I've chosen to abolish your future as you've asked. Ha ha ha ha. . .

(And the man once again disappears into the shadows.)

Jack Darling: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the N.E.W. INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

(The crowd cheers.)

Jack Darling: First introducing the challenger�

("Fuck Authority" plays and we see Chris Evans and Katrina walking toward the ring, Katrina is carrying a box, she is pulling shirts out and handing them to people, we get a close up of one and it looks like a NyVanDamme shirt but has something extra in it, in big red letters, YOU SUCK!)

Jack Darling: Accompanied by Katrina, and weighing in at 225 pounds� He is from Chicago, Illinois� CHRIS EVANNNNNNNS!!!

Jason: Well Chris Evans certainly has quite an opportunity here� He came up short last week at End of an Era IV, but he's going to get a rematch right here tonight!

(Accompanied by the rich blonde Julie Ascott, Ny VanDamme comes out with his title to the tune of "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes. They both walk intensely to the ring and have no interaction with the fans.)

Jack Darling: And his opponent from New Orleans, Louisiana� Weighing in at 285 pounds�� He is the N.E.W. INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION��� NY��.. VAN��. DAMME!!!!!!!

(Upon entering the ring VanDamme confronts the referee in an attempt to intimidate the ref. Stares coldly at Chris Evans as the bell sounds.)

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

Jason: And here we go!

(Chris Evans immediately charges towards Ny upon hearing the bell, only to be knocked down to the canvas with a powerful clothesline.)

Jason: Evans with a full head of steam at the sound of the bell, but NY with a powerful takedown.

Brian: And that's what Evans is going to have to watch here. He's going to have to keep in mind that he's fighting a much bigger man. Ny is tipping the scales at 285, and towering over Evans by a good 6 inches�

(Ny raises a knee into Chris' midsection as he emerges to his feet, and strikes him with a hard right, sending the challenger into the buckle.)

Jason: And Ny now, with a knee into the solar plexus followed by a right hand, and Chris goes into the corner�

(With Evans in the corner, Ny delivers a hard chop.)

Sara: Woooooooo!

Jason: There's a hard knife-edged chop!

(Ny tears Evan's shirt off and throws another chop, this time at Evans' bear chest.)

Jason: And now Ny exposing some skin before delivering yet ANOTHER knife edged chop!

Sara: Woooooooo!

(Evans favours his chest as he stumbles into the ropes. Ny strikes him with two hard right hands before whipping him into the other side.)

Jason: Ny now, whips Evans into the ropes�.

(Ny throws a right cross but Evans ducks and continues off the opposite side.)

Jason: Evans ducks under the right cross, and off the other end now�.

(VanDamme turns around only to be taken down with a flying head scissors.)

Brian: Look at this!

Jason: Flying head scissors!!! Ny's down!

(VanDamme gets back up to his feet, but Evans strikes him with a dropkick that sends him backwards into the ropes.)

Jason: And there's a dropkick by Evans, and Ny is reeling here!

(Evans quickly rises and charges towards Ny but the champion sees him coming and back drops him over the top rope.)

Jason: Evans now, charges towards Ny, but VanDamme sees him coming and sends him up and over the top with a BAAAAAAAACK BODY DROP!

(Evans manages to keep his balance however, and lands safely on the ring apron behind VanDamme.)

Sara: No wait! Evans lands on his feet!

Brian: How'd he do that!?

(Evans traps Ny in a sleeper while on the apron.)

Jason: Evans gets Ny from behind with a sleeper!

(Ny manages to reach back and grab the head of Evans, and whisk him back into the ring with a snapmare.)

Jason: And Ny with a snapmare brings Evans back into the ring!

(Ny locks in a reverse chin lock to the downed Evans.)

Jason: Well I'll tell ya, this VanDamme is a world-class athlete� He's a former NFL player and power lifter� And he's got that reverse chin lock tightly locked in on Chris Evans here�

(Evans manages to turn towards the champion and get to a knee, causing Ny to turn the move into a modified side headlock.)

Sara: Evans is fighting out of the hold here�

(After three elbows to the gut, Evans pushes Ny into the ropes, but is knocked down with a shoulder block upon Ny's return.)

Jason: Evans fights out of the hold, but is knocked right back down with a shoulder block!

(Ny goes off the ropes once again, and hops over Evans as he turns to his stomach.)

Jason: Ny off the ropes now� over the challenger and off the other side�.

(Evans quickly bounds to his feet and leapfrogs over the incoming Ny who continues off the other side.)

Jason: Evans with a leapfrog over Ny, and the champion continues off the opposite end once again�

(Evans tries for another leapfrog but this time Ny puts on the breaks and catches him in a powerbomb position.)

Jason: Another leapfrog by Chris Evans, but Ny catches him in position for a powerbomb!!

Brian: No- Wait!

(Evans counters the powerbomb into a hurricanranna, taking Ny over the top rope.)

Jason: Evans contradicts the powerbomb with a hurricanranna, and hangs onto the top rope, landing on the apron!

Brian: Hey, wait a minute! What does he think he's doing now??

(Evans holds off the referee as Katrina levels Ny VanDamme with her spiked bracelet.)

Sara: That BITCH!

Brian: Hey now� Watch it Sara.

Jason: Katrina just nailed VanDamme with that spiked bracelet, but Evans had the referee distracted!

Brian: Wait! Look at this!!

(Julie tackles Katrina and proceeds to grab her hair and pound her head against the floor with a handful of her hair.)

Brian: CAAAAAAAAAAT FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!! HA HA!!! I LOVE IT!!! WOOHOO!!!

(Katrina rolls over and does the same to Julie.)

Brian: WOOOHOOO!!!!! HA HA!!!

Jason: Calm yourself, Brian!

Bran: Come on Jason, you can't tell me that you're not enjoying this!

Jason: Well� Of course I'm enjoying this!

(Ny rolls back into the ring while Katrina and Julie captivate the attention of the fans on the outside.)

Sara: I think these Canuck fans are more interested in Katrina and Julie than they are the actual match!

Brian: Well of course they would! Who wouldn't be!

Jason: But wait a minute!! Ny has Chris set up for the Damme-Nation!!

(Just Ny sets Evans up for his finisher however; Evans slides down his back and pushes him face-first into the turnbuckle.)

Jason: NO! Chris Evans reverses!!! And Ny goes into the corner!

(Ny stumbles out of the corner only to be hit with the Defiance.)

Jason: DEFIANCE!!! DEFIANCE!!! Evans hits it!

(Evans quickly goes into the pin attempt.)

Jason: Here's the cover now!! 1��� 2����. 3!!! WE HAVE A NEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!!! CHRIS EVANS HAS DONE IT!!!

(Officials break up the two women on the outside as "Fuck Authority" begins to play.)

Brian: I can't believe it!!

Jason: Well this crowd seems to approve of it!!

Sara: But something tells me the war between Katrina and Julie has just begun!!

Brian: To I sense a bra and panties match for next week?? WOOOOO HOOOO!!!

Sara: You're dreaming�

Jason: Next up, is our main event!

(The NEW TRON flickers to life as Deadman is shown in the backstage area, stretching his muscles out for the 60 minutes that await him. Pete Greenhouse, with a microphone in hand, cautiously approaches the big man before making his presence known by opening his voice with a greeting.)

Pete: Deadman? Could I just have a word?

(Deadman turns towards the pudgy backstage announcer and nods.)

Pete: I'm sure you're aware of Pagan making his return here tonight and completing a trio of the horsemen. We all know of the history between yourself and Pagan, and how Contra is known by New England Wrestling as perhaps the most dominant Tag Team as we know it to date. Do you have any comments on your former tag partner now aligning himself with the power known as The Horsemen?

(Deadman simply smiles.)

Deadman: The faculty of prayer is an amazing feat, my Brother. The strength of the Brotherhood has brought Pagan closer to our fellowship, and although he has made a choice of power and infamy as I had presumed, his manifestation amongst NEW will open his ears and his eyes of impurity to a message of hope and freedom, lest his judgment be inexcusable when his time comes to pass.

Pete: Well, with that said, I wish for the best in your 60 minute Iron Man re-match tonight with Tragedy.

(The scene fades to the back where we see Tragedy. He's in uniform, but doesn't have his half mask on. He's talking to someone in his room, but you can't see him because he's out of the camera's view. We can hear their conversation though.)

Tragedy: Im sorry... I swear.. Im sorry. You know I was just trying to keep the legacy going.

Voice: Yes.. I know.

Tragedy: I mean.. what was I supp--

Voice: Nevermind that now. A lot of time has been wasted.

Tragedy: Your right...

(The scene fades out as they are talking.)

(The lights dim as we prepare for an entrance. Slow to boot, finally, "Tearing Away" by Drowning Pool begins to play. A video plays on the jumbotron, showing footage of Tragedy in previous matches. No pyro explosions, no smoke, no spotlights, no nothing. Tragedy comes out in most of his attire, but is not wearing his mask and has on a black t-shirt. He makes his way to the ring very slowly and slides in. He goes to the ring announcer asking for a mic.)

Brian Johnson: Seems like Tragedy has something to say...

Jason Barret: You know.. he's been acting kind of weird this week. Ever since the ppv and him yelling out about a Legend... he hasn't been the same if you ask me.

SaraAnne: But no one did..

. (Jason gives Sara a stern look as the lights dim again before Tragedy speaks. "Death Blooms" begins to play as a long path of smoke relieved by a hint of midnight blue prolongs down the ramp. Deadman emerges from behind the curtain as he slowly walks towards the ring. Ignoring the boos, he stops in front of the squared circle, and looks up at the house lights, before walking up the ring steps and over the top rope. Deadman positions himself in the center of the ring and instantaneously shoots his arms up from his sides as a bang causes the lights to turn on. We notice that Tragedy hasn't left the ring, and is standing off to the side. Deadman places his attention dead in his eyes as Tragedy holds the mic up to his mouth.)

Tragedy: Deadman. What a path we've led until now. So much carnage and destruction along the way. Blood has been lost and tears have been shed. Hearts have been broken along with lonely dreams. It's been the hardest thing I've ever done.. and yet... It's my greatest triumph of my career. I did everything I could do to stop you and your tainted Brotherhood. I do--

(Deadman interrupts him)

Deadman: You speak to ma--

(Tragedy interrupts Deadman)

Tragedy: WAIT ONE F*CKING MINUTE GOD D*MN'T!!! IM NOT THROUGH YET!!

(Deadman's eyes turn blood red with anger. He almost goes at him, but decides to listen instead)

Tragedy: THANK YOU!! Anyway... like I was saying... I don't know what else I could have done to make things different. I've beaten you Deadman... maybe not for that title of yours... but I've beaten you. I've proved that your not unstoppable.. and very far from invincible.

(The crowd begins to pump up Tragedy a bit for a second. He continues)

Tragedy: But.... I just couldn't get the full job done!! I failed when judgement time came. I failed. No way out of it. But the people who control things saw it fit to throw me a bone and the world another shot at the best match it's ever seen. Maybe our last two dances were not the best to other's... but these two weeks have been grueling and the matches at the end have been even worse. I've learned a lot from you Deadman... as much as I despise you. BUT... I failed. So I have decided.. to throw in the towel...

(The crowd's cheers turn to boos almost immediately. Tragedy hushes them down so he can finish)

Tragedy: Give me a second guys. I promise it's worth it. Anyway... like I said.. Im throwing in my towel. I will not be wrestling you tonight Deadman. BUT... this ppv will not end with me throwing in my towel. OH NO.. OH HELL NO!!! This crowd will see a Heavyweight Title match... damn... an Iron Man match for the Heavyweight Title. But I will not be wrestling this match. Someone else has decided that it's their turn Deadman. Someone else has decided to step in that ring with you and attempt glory. That person is standing behind that curtain Deadman. You thought when I said there was still a Legend to deal with... that I meant another version of myself.. another incarnation from my lonely mind. Well Deadman... you we're wrong... because there is a Legend standing behind that curtain... and he's ready to come out. He's wishing I'd shut my mouth right now. So I will... and give you your Legend Deadman.....

(The lights dim almost immediately after those words are said. All of a sudden, bright orange spotlights fill the arena. Finally.. they all appear together at the entrance, as the beginning guitar rif for "Fly Away" by Lenny Kravitz hits the air. As soon as this is heard, the place lights up immediately. They now know what's going on, and Deadman seems to as well. As the speed of the song changes, a huge line of pyro explosions strike down the rampway, as "The Legend" Brett Logan comes charging out behind it with a flag that says "New England Wrestling" on it. He still has his long dark brown hair, put back in a ponytail. He has on an orange bandana that has a side that hangs down past the neck. He has on no shirt and black and orange standard tights. One side has "The Legend" and the other has "Brett Logan". He has on black boots and knee pads. He looks a little out of shape, but not too much. The whole arena starts to roar. Nothing can be heard. Tragedy slides out of the ring as Deadman tenses up and prepares)

Jason Barret: WHAT IS GOING ON!?!?!?!?!?! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!?!?

Brian Johnson: IF THAT'S BRETT LOGAN... THEN DOES THAT MEAN...

SaraAnne: I THINK IT MIGHT!!!!

(The Legend slides into the ring with that flag in his hand, and Deadman immediately runs at him. The Legend ducks underneath a clothesline from Deadman, bounces off the ropes, drops the flag in motion of nailing Deadman with a flying clothesline. The bell rings as Deadman gets back up to his feet)

Jason Barret: OH MY GOD!!! THE LEGEND WITH A HARD CLOTHESLINE!!!

Brian Johnson: CALM DOWN!! CALM DOWN!!

SaraAnne: You too idiot...

Jason Barret: Ok... this match is underway. These guys have a long way ahead of them. 60 minutes long!! Deadman almost up immediately. The Legend nails him again with a hard clothesline, sending him back to the ground.

Brian Johnson: And immediately after, in motion, he hops up on the turnbuckle and flips backwards on top of the half-standing Deadman, sending him back down to the ground.

SaraAnne: Deadman pushes The Legend off him immediately. The Legend backs up into one corner as Deadman gets to one knee in the other, catching his breath.

(The fans start to cheer massively. The whole arena roars and nothing can be heard. They are giving mad props to these two men for how hard they've fought over the last 3 weeks. The two wrestlers stay in the corner long enough to enjoy the moment, acknowledge in each other's eyes their own courage, and almost pay respect for what is going to happen next. We notice that Tia Marie Logan also came out after Logan ran. She stands at ringside with Tragedy. Both men run at each other immediately after that.)

Jason Barret: CLOTHESLINE BY DEADMAN!!

Brian Johnson: I think The Legend thought he had it for a minute...

SaraAnne: He was wrong!

Jason Barret: Deadman grabs The Legend by the air and pulls him up. He immediately nails The Legend in the face, sending him into the ropes. Deadman follows, and chops The Legend in the back.

Brian Johnson: The Legend squinces in pain as he falls to the ground. Deadman comes down hard with a right elbow, followed by an immediate head lock.

SaraAnne: Deadman trying to improve on his strategy that proved him better last week. He's fighting a different man though this time!!

Jason Barret: Deadman doesn't seem to care. One Logan is the same as another to him.

Brian Johnson: Big mistake!!

SaraAnne: Deadman holds that head lock on as The Legend tries his best to fight out of it.

Jason Barret: Oh he made it to the ropes! I thought we were about to have a 1 to 0 lead for Deadman.

Brian Johnson: Deadman lets go and stands up. He kicks The Legend in the shoulders repediately while he rolls around on the ground. Deadman stops, and bounces against the ropes. He comes down with another right elbow, but The Legend moves out of the way.

SaraAnne: Deadman holds his elbow on the ground as The Legend makes it to his feet. The Legend walks over to Deadman, and begins to rub the top of his bald head real hard to mock him.

(The crowd snickers a bit when the Legend does this, and some boo.)

Jason Barret: Deadman gets angry and pushes The Legend off him. The Legend bounces off the ropes in motion and comes back with a falling dropkick to the face of Deadman.

Brian Johnson: Deadman rolls back on the mat as The Legend gets up and again in motion, hits the turnbuckle again, and leaps off with an elbow drop that hits hard.

SaraAnne: Nice move by The Legend... he's in pretty good form for a man who's suppsedly been in a coma for a couple month's.

Jason Barret: I like the word Supposedly...

Brian Johnson: I visited him while he was in the hospital... I know for sure.... he was in a coma.

Jason Barret: Ok... I doubt they'd even let you through the doors of the entrance.. let alone The Legend's room.

SaraAnne: Haha...

Brian Johnson: Ignoring my sidekick... The Legend goes for a cover...

1......

2...

Jason Barret: Barely even a 2 count. The Legend gets up kind of frustrated, and looks to his brother who is still standing on the outside of the ring. He runs up to the ropes, and springboards back onto Deadman.

SaraAnne: Another nice move. We never saw things like this with Tragedy. Jason Logan's aerial game has never been as on-point. Although he's always been lighter in weight.

Brian Johnson: The Legend kicks Deadman right in the face, and Deadman gets real angry. Deadman stands up and gets up in The Legend's face. He starts screaming at him...

(The Legend laughs at Deadman, and then spits in his face. Deadman gets even madder, and swings at The Legend, and connects.)

Jason Barret: The Legend staggers backwards, and Deadman nails him right in the gut. Tragedy holds his stomach in pain as Deadman steps back for a minute. Deadman turns around and yells at the ref for standing too close to him. Deadman turns around, and before he even realizes what's going on, BAM!!!

(The Legend nails Deadman with a hard superkick to the face. Deadman bounces back and hits the ropes. The Legend squares up again, and as soon as Deadman comes back towards him, he nails him with a second superkick to the face, sending him straight to the ground)

SaraAnne: MY GOD!! TWO REALLY HARD SUPERKICKS!!! THE LEGEND MAKES A COVER!!!

1.....

2...... 3......

(the bell rings)

Brian Johnson: THE LEGEND GETS THE FIRST COVER!!!! DEADMAN DIDN'T SEE IT COMING!!!

(The Legend gets up and slides out of the ring. He reaches underneath the ring and starts looking for a table. As soon as he pulls it out, Tragedy comes up behind him. You can barely hear them speaking.)

Tragedy: NO! DON'T DO IT!! HE SAYS IT'S THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN BEAT HIM BRETT!!!

The Legend: OH REALLY!!! I'LL SHOW HIM!!!

(The Legend slides the table in the ring and sets it up. Tragedy wonders what he's doing after he said he would show him. He stands back beside Tia Marie who wathes in mass anticipation.)

Jason Barret: The Legend gets out the outside apron of the adjacent side to the table. When Deadman gets to his feet, he hops up and bounces off the ropes and onto Deadman, connecting a hurricanranna slash scissor kick to Deadman, throwing him over the talbe and into the ropes. WOW! What a move!

Brian Johnson: And the table didn't break. Deadman just glided on it for a second.

SaraAnne: The Legend takes down the table and slides it out of the ring. He picks up Deadman and sends him into the ropes, but Deadman ducks underneath his clothesline!

Jason Barret: The Legend bounces off the ropes again, but soon realizes that Deadman stopped dead in his tracks, turned around, and BAM!! BIG BOOT TO THE FACE!!! The Legend straight to the ground.

Brian Johnson: This match is coming up on 20 minutes now, and we've only got one cover. This has been a grueling match so far.

SaraAnne: Deadman picks up The Legend by the hair again and gives him a hard right hand straight to the jaw. The Legend flies back and hits the ropes.

Jason barret: Deadman sees The Legend holding himself up in the ropes. He's now wedging his knee up against The Legend's face.

Brian Johnson: Deadman with the advantage now, and he has The Legend in pain. He stops, and throws The Legend down to the ground. He gets up behind him, and puts him in a rear headlock, putting emphasis on the chin and lower back. The Legend is in pain again.

SaraAnne: Deadman has been absolutely relentless with these submission moves. I think that's what wore Tragedy down last week.

Jason Barret: The Legend is screaming out in pain... Deadman won't let up...

Brian Johnson: Deadman not letting go at all... this could cause some damage here...

SaraAnne: The Legend refuses to give up. His sister is screaming for him to get out.. she's screaming real loud. Finally Deadman lets the hold go. I think The Legend was close to passing out.

Jason Barret: Deadman picks up The Legend so he's on his feet... and oh yes.. nice move. Hard Sidewalk slam by Deadman.

Brian Johnson: He follows it by slamming down hard on top of the Legend.

SaraAnne: Deadman is grabbing The Legend by the legs. He has him in the air... AND HE'S SLINGING HIM AROUND!!!!

Jason Barret: THE LEGEND IS SEEMINGLY GETTING VERY DIZZY!!!

Brian Johnson: OH NO!!!

SaraAnne: OH YES!!!

Jason Barret: HE LET GO!!! HE LET GO!!!

(The Legend goes flying into the ropes, and halfway falls through them. Barely hanging on, Deadman comes over immediately.)

Brian Johnson: Deadman isn't giving up at all. It's not going to happen!

SaraAnne: The Legend climbs up the ropes, but he's met with a huge right hand to the face... WOW!! The Legend flew off the apron, and right here on top of our announcers table..

. (All the announcers stood up as this happened. Deadman hops out of the ring and follows The Legend. The referee follows him as they get on the floor.)

Jason Barret: Deadman has The Legend almost fully on top of this table. He really needs to get off so we can sit back down.

Brian Johnson: Deadman choking The Legend now... Deadman really has full advantage here. The Legend can't do anything!!

SaraAnne: Deadman lifts The Legend up off the announcers table.. and has The Legend set up for a choke slam!!! I don't know if he's going to do it though.

Jason Barret: He doesn't like using weapons... and The Legend hasn't really used one yet!!

Brian Johnson: Deadman hesitated too much!!! The Legend squirms free.

(The Legend squirms out and doubles around Deadman. Deadman turns around and is immediately caught with flying heel kick. Both men go down, but both men are up immediately. You can hear Tia Marie in the background yelling again)

SaraAnne: Deadman slings The Legend back into the ring, and then climbs in himself. Both men up again, as Deadman sends The Legend into the ropes, and as he comes back, he ducks underneath a clothesline.

Jason Barret: And immediately comes around with a bearhug from behind. Deadman gives him a couple of elbows, but misses a lot because he's so much taller.

Brian Johnson: Oh.. and Deadman reverses it... HE GOT HIM!!! HE GOT HIM!!!

SaraAnne: OH NO!!!

Jason Barret: HUGE FULL-NELSON SLAM!!!!!!!!

(Deadman devestates The Legend with a huge full-nelson slam. The Legend lays there limp as Deadman takes his time for the pin)

1.......

2.......

3.......

(The bell rings)

Brian Johnson: FOLKS!! WE ARE TIED AT ONE AND COMING UP ON 40 MINUTES INTO THE MATCH!!! THESE MEN REFUSE TO BE BEATEN!!!

Jason Barret: Deadman sees an oppurtunity for another pin... he makes the attempt...

1........

2........

SaraAnne: NO!! HE KICKED OUT!!! HE KICKED OUT!! THE LEGEND IS STILL ALIVE!!!!

Brian Johnson: Deadman is frustrated... he picks up The Legend, who nails him in the groin real hard. Deadman's eyes are crossing... he's in massive pain!!!

(The Legend gives Deadman a mocking look as he goes down.. almost as if.. "You didn't think I'd do that.. did ya..". The legend climbs the turnbuckle.)

Jason Barret: THE LEGEND SEES AN OPPURTUNITY... HE'S ON THE TOP ROPES.. TRAGEDY BEAT DEADMAN TWO WEEKS AGO LIKE THIS!!!

SaraAnne: HE LEAPS!!!

Brian Johnson: STAR-STRUCK FROGSPLASH!!! LANDED PERFECTLY!!!! HERE'S THE PIN!!!!

1.........

2.......

Jason Barret: NO!!!! DEADMAN KICKED OUT!!!! DEADMAN KICKED OUT!!!!

SaraAnne: THE LEGEND CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!! HE JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!!!

Brian Johnson: THE LEGEND IS BACK ON THE TOP ROPES!!! DEAMDMAN IS GETTING UP!!!!

Jason Barret: THE LEGEND LEAPS... NO!!!!

SaraAnne: YES!!!

Brian Johnson: CHOKESLAM!!! CHOKESLAM!!! THAT WAS GRUESOME!!!!!!

Jason Barret: THE LEGEND IS ACHING ON THE GROUND!!! DEADMAN SEES AN OPPTURTUNITY TO PULL AHEAD!!!

1.......

2.......

SaraAnne: NO!!! THE LEGEND KICKED OUT!!!!!! HE KICKED OUT AGAIN!!!! THIS MATCH CAN'T END UNLESS SOMEONE GETS ANOTHER PIN!!!!!

Brian Johnson: BOTH MEN ARE EXHAUSTED... DEADMAN IS ON HIS KNEES TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW!!! THE LEGEND IS TRYING TO CLIMB UP THE ROPES TO HIS FEET!!!

(The two men stand at about the same time. Both men charge at each other)

Jason Barret: Both men charging... THE LEGEND CHOP BLOCKED DEADMAN!!! HE TRICKED HIM!!!!

SaraAnne: GUYS... WE ARE COMING UP ON 50 MINUTES NOW... AND WE ARE STILL TIED AT ONE!!!

Brian Johnson: THE LEGEND HAS DEADMAN UP.. HE'S TRYING TO PUT HIM IN POSITION... WHAT'S HE GOING TO DO!?!?!?!?

(The Legend is setting Deadman up for "The End", but Deadman flips him over instead. Deadman sits down from behind and the ref counts a pin)

1........

2........

3...

Jason Barret: NO THREE!!! NO THREE!!! THE REF SAYS HE KICKED OUT!!! DEADMAN CAN'T BELIEVE IT AT ALL. WHAT A MATCH!!!!

Brian Johnson: DEADMAN SITTING ON HIS KNEES!! WHAT TO DO NEXT!!!

SaraAnne: THE LEGEND IS ON HIS FEET, AND HE'S TAUNTING DEADMAN!!!

(The Legend is pointing at Deadman to come get some, and Deadman starts making his way to him. The Legend runs to the ropes, hits the ropes, and comes back hard with a right elbow to the face of Deadman, sending him to the ground. He hops the ropes, and sets up a moonsault, that he nails perfectly. He makes the pin.)

Jason Barret: ANOTHER PIN ATTEMPT!!!

1........

2.......

3....

Brian Johnson: NO!! NO AGAIN!! NO DICE AT ALL!!!!

(The Legend looks frustrated. Deadman backs up to a corner as the fans start to cheer very loudly. The Legend is on one knee in one corner, and Deadman is fully sitting down in the other. The whole place lights up as they once again give credit to these two men as the closing minutes begin.)

SaraAnne: THERE ARE ONLY 3 MINUTES LEFT FOLKS... AS WE STILL DON'T HAVE A WINNER!!!

Jason Barret: NOT MUCH TIME TO GO!!!!

Brian Johnson: AND THESE GUYS ARE STILL JUST STANDING THERE!!! STARRING AT EACH OTHER!!! THEY KNOW IT ALL COMES DOWN TO THIS!!!

(The clock shows it ticking to 2 minutes 30 seconds. The men just stare at each other, still, just waiting to make a move. They finally let a whole minute pass, down to 2 minutes, before both men grapple one more time.)

SaraAnne: THEY TIE IT UP!!! LESS THEN TWO MINUTES TO GO!!!

Jason Barret: DEADMAN GETS THE ADVANTAGE!! HARD HEADLOCK ON THE LEGEND!!!

Brian Johnson: THE LEGEND TRYING TO GAIN CONTROL!!! HE GETS DEADMAN IN MOTION.. RUNS TO THE TURNBUCKLE... OH MAN!!!!!!!!!!

(The Legend runs off, flips almost off the turnbuckle, and comes down with a bulldog. Deadman hits his face hard)

SaraAnne: WHAT A MOVE!! WHAT A MOVE!!!

Jason Barret: THE LEGEND SLOW COMING UP!!! HE'S CLIMBING THE TURNBUCKLE AGAIN!!!

Brian Johnson: HE'S SETTING UP HIS JUMP!! WE ARE AT A MINUTE AND A HALF!! NOT MUCH TIME LEFT!!!

(The legend leaps with another star-struck frogsplash, but he misses, and hits the mat instead. Both men lie there in pain. With the time ticking down... 1:20... 1:19.... 1:18... the match is almost over. Tia Marie starts smacking the mat prefusely for The Legend to get up.)

SaraAnne: BOTH MEN DOWN!!! BOTH MEN DOWN!!

Jason Barret: BOTH MEN ARE TRYING TO GET UP... BUT THEY NEED TO HURRY!!!

Brian Johnson: NO!!! THE LEGEND NEEDS TO HURRY!! IF IT ENDS IN A TIE, DEADMAN RETAINS!!!

SaraAnne: THAT'S TRUE BRIAN!!!

(The men both use the ropes to get up. the clock is now under a minute, and ticking down. Both men finally stand up with 52 seconds left on the clock. They stare in each other's eyes again, for a split second, and then they run at each other again.)

Jason Barret: BOTH MEN COLLIDED, BUT THE LEGEND GOT HIS LEGS OUT SOMEHOW, AND TRIPPED THE CHAMP!!!

Brian Johnson: 45 SECONDS LEFT!!! THE LEGEND HAS DEADMAN BY THE LEGS!!! HE'S TRYING TO TURN HIM OVER FOR THE CHECKMATE!!!

(Deadman catapults Tragedy into the ropes with the counter.)

SaraAnne: DEADMAN COUNTERS!!! DEADMAN COUNTERS THE CHECKMATE!!!!

Jason Barret: 30 SECONDS LEFT!!!

(Logan bounces off the ropes and returns with an attempted clothesline. However, he over-swings allowing Deadman to get rear control, and trap Brett in position for the Full Nelson slam.)

Jason Barret: FULL NELSON SLAM!!!! FULL NELSON SlAM!!! NO!!! WAIT! BRETT LOGAN COUNTERS WITH A LOW BLOW!!!

(With Deadman keeled over, Logan sets him up for the End, but Deadman counters with a backdrop.)

Brian Johnson: THE END!!!!

Jason Barret: NO WAIT!! DEADMAN COUNTERS WITH A BAAAAACK BODY DROP!!

Brian Johnson: 15 SECONDS LEFT!!! TIME IS RUNNING OUT!!!

(The crowd starts the countdown)

10.......

9........

8........

7........

(Logan springs back to his feet and runs towards Deadman who evades the incoming Legend and sends him face first into the turnbuckle.)

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(Tragedy stumbles backwards and Deadman locks his arms in position and delivers the full nelson slam.)

Jason Barret: FULL NELSON SLAM!!!! TRAGEDY HAS JUST MET HIS DEADLINE!!!!!

SaraAnne: DEADMAN WITH THE COVER!!! HE HOOKS THE FAR LEG!!!!

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CROWD: 1........2........

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........3!

(The ref all of a sudden pulls Deadman off of Logan. The ref then walks over to Jack Darling and talks to him. Darling gets into the ring.)

Jack Darling: Due to a time expiration, this match has been ruled a draw! (The crowd is immediately in an uproar at this ridiculous ruling.)

Jason: What the hell? Has that ever happened before??!?

Brian: I think this is unprecedented! At least in NEW!

SaraAnne: I don't know folks, but we are being ordered to stop rolling. Tune in next week to find out what happens! Good night everybody!

(The scene fades to black.)

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