Jason: Well hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to yet another installment of Monday Night Slam Dance, I am Jason Barret and sitting along side me as always are my co-hosts Brian, and the ever lovely Sara Ann. And I tell you ladies and gentlemen we have a great night in store for you.

Brian: Gee thanks for that honorable mention. It feels so wonderful that I may be in your presence.

Sara: Shut up Brian and let the man talk.

Jason: Thank you Sara, as I was saying we have a great night in store for you, we are live from the sold out Worcester Centrum, in beautiful Worcester, MA. And we start off the night with a formal address from New England Wrestling C.E.O Abark, and one can only wonder what is on the C.E.O�s mind. One can only assume that it may have something to do with his comment last week about giving Pete Greenhouse a job here in the N.E.W

Sara: Great�

(Both Jason and Brain give Sara a strange look but they go on as normal. )

Brian: Jason, why do you feel the need to spread half truths and deceit?

Jason: What do you mean?

Brain: You said your self you can only assume, and you know what they say when you assume you make and ass out of you and me.

Jason: Well I suppose this is the exception that proves the rule.

Brain stares at Jason with a blank _expression.

Jason: Because no one could ever make you a bigger ass than you already are.

(Sara begins to laugh uncontrollably.)

Brain: Hey.

(The begining chords of "Grab Thy Hand" by Chevelle begins blasting over the P.A....)

(....And the crowd explodes into a chorus of boo's...Abark saunters down the aisleway, grinning like man who owned the most promising wrestling federation on the planet....and with good reason....As he begins to get closer to the ring, he stops and glances around and waits for his music to die out and the lights to return to normal........)

Jason: And I guess here he is� N.E.W�s C.E.O Abark�so all assumptions aside it is time to find out just what the hell is going on..

Brian: Well if you will just shut up you and I all al the people watching can hear what our fearless leader, C.E.O. of N.E.W., Abark, has to say.

(Abark makes his way to the ring)

Jason: Just look at that arrogant swagger, that pompous air that Abark has about him, he is acting like he is king of the world.

Brian: He is the king of the world.

(Abark climbs into the ring, and pulls a microphone from his pocket, and addresses the crowd)

Abark: Good evening fans of the N.E.W. I�ve come here tonight to address my concerns on the current state of New England Wrestling. It�s come to my attention over the last few weeks that there is an ever-growing lack of discipline and professionalism. Disgruntled employees such as Harbinger, Strip, Nick Sharpe, Harley Clarkson, and Pete Greenhouse have made it their business to try to destroy my company from the inside out instead of raising it to the glorious empire that is could be, and they have personally attacked my character, which they have no right to do, seeing as my character is impeccable. But all that�s going to stop. I�ve come here tonight to lay down the law.

(The fans boo)

Abark: MY LAW!

(The fans really boo)

Abark: I am trying to speak here so will all you toothless hicks please shut up!

(The fans really, REALLY boo....Abark seems to notice that he has lost his cool he quickly regains his composure and begins to speak again. )

Abark: Tonight, I�m going to show that not only do I set the rules, but I enforce them as well. I�m also going to show that I, even though some say I�m not, am a man of my word by fulfilling the promise I made to Harley last week, and I�m going to give Pete Greenhouse a job here in the N.E.W. So Pete, come on down.

("Loser" by Beck plays, and Pete Greenhouse walks out, looking a bit miffed by the music chosen as his intro. He climbs into the ring, and stands in front of Abark. )

Abark: Now Pete, you may be tempted to say something right now, but it�s probably better that you don�t. See, I�m feeling fairly generous right now. I wouldn�t want you to say anything to ruin the mood. As I�ve said before, I�m a fair and just man, and it�s with that in mind that I�ve decided to give you a job. Not your old job, mind you, because, quite frankly, you sucked at that. I�m going to give you a job as a professional wrestler.

(Pete goes to speak, but Abark cuts him off. )

Abark: Now, remember, I said don�t ruin the mood. Now, if you can fulfill this meager task I have assigned you, I may consider allowing you to return as N.E.W. correspondent, but first, you have to get through your first match, which starts�. Right now! Pete, meet your opponent: MARCUS CRASSUS!

(The opening chords of "Fly from the Inside" by Shinedown play over the PA as a soft rain of gold fireworks falls over the entrance curtains. As the first sparks hit the ramp, out walks Marcus Crassus, wearing his ceremonial white and purple toga over his wrestling gear. He gazes left and right, absentmindedly stroking his beard as if appraising the worth of the people he sees, before walking slowly to the ring. Tironius Cicero, his assistant, hurries after him holding a clipboard upon which he is furiously writing. As Crassus climbs into the ring, the fireworks resume over him. He looks up, enjoying the spectacle before undoing his toga in one quick motion and throwing it at Cicero, who catches it neatly. Crassus climbs the ropes and poses for the crowd, smiling arrogantly as he stares at Pete, like a cat with an injured mouse.)

Abark: Now I know some may think this match is a bit unfair, and I�ve given it a lot of thought. How to make this match fair, how to make it right. So, in the best interest of fairness, I have decided to referee this match myself. So gentlemen, go to your corners, and come out fighting. Ring the bell!

(The bell rings, and Marcus jumps Pete, as Abark hands the microphone back to the ringside attendant.)

Jason: What a shocker as Marcus shoves Pete into the corner, and starts punching him in the gut. Chop by Marcus� and another� and another. He gets him by the arm, whip to the opposite corner, and Pete is followed closely behind by Marcus, and is nailed with a clothesline!

Brian: Marcus showing why he�s one of the best technical wrestlers around!

Jason: By beating up a guy with no ring experience whatsoever?

Brian: He asked for it the moment he stayed in that ring when Abark said to ring the bell.

Sara Anne: Well, that little prick is finally getting what he deserves! The nerve of that little jerk.

Brian: What? Is it because he refused to have sex with you at last year�s Christmas party when you were wearing that dress with the mini-skirt and the mistletoe hanging from your waist?

Sara Anne: Oh shut up!

Jason: Back to the action. Marcus pulls Pete to his feet, and hits him with a scoop slam. He pulls him up once again, and spikes him with a spinebuster! Abark just nodding his head, obviously enjoying the carnage going on in front of him.

Brian: Well shouldn�t he? I mean, Greenhouse does nothing but undermind him constantly� probably on the order of V.P. Harley.

Jason: Oh I seriously doubt that.

Sara Anne: I wouldn�t. He�s a spineless chump.

(Jason stares at Sara. )

Jason: That�s fairly harsh, coming from you Sara, I thought you and Harley where an item again.

Sara: Please Harley was fun, and he definitely showed me a good time, but I got my sights set on a bigger prize�. Marcus Crassus.

Jason: Ok still further proof of what women really want. Cold hard cash.

Sara: Hey Jason, you need to take that back I am about more that just money, I like a guy that is athletic, smart, and most important he has to be able to make me laugh.

Brian: Sara would you please give it a rest. There is only so much bull shit I can stand before I begin to choke on it.

Sara Anne: What�s that supposed to mean?

Brian: WE have all heard about Voluptuous magazine offering you a layout. You are willing to do anything for a man with 2 buck and a Hershey bar.

Sara Anne: If you say anything like that to me again, you better be wearing a cup.

Brian: You have to admit, you haven�t aged well� BUWHHPPHEEEEEEP!!!!

(Off camera, Sara Anne kicks Brian square in the Fortitude Makers)

Jason: Now that you two are under control�

Sara Anne: Humph.

Jason: Marcus goes for a pin, and Abark gives him a slower-than-slow count, and Marcus still pulls Pete up at 2, and Abark acts like it�s the biggest kickout at 2 in the history of the sport. Marcus back up, and pulling Pete up� whip into the ropes� Pete ducks a clothesline, and rebounds with a clothesline of his own! The first ever offensive move by Pete Greenhouse!

Sara Anne: No, his first ever offensive move was when he.

Jason: I don�t even want to hear it. Abark looks stunned, and Pete slowly gets back to his feet, but Marcus just kicks up, and nails Pete with a boot in the side of the head, and Pete goes down hard. Marcus plays to the crowd, and Abark is just leaning against the corner, laughing at Pete.

Brian: You�� fucGGHEEEEPP!!!!

(Sara Anne kicks Brian in the cloisters again)_

Brian: OOOhhh my�..

Jason: Thank you Sara. Pete crawling towards the edge of the ring rolls out and to the floor. Marcus just leans against the far ropes, and Abark goes to the ropes, trying to figure out what exactly Pete is up to. Pete, pulling up the ring apron now, pulls out a metal folding chair!

Sara Anne: Don�t let the little prick use it, Abark!

Jason: Pete rolling back into the ring with the chair, and Abark warning him not to use it. Pete standing up now, and Marcus calling Abark off, telling Pete to hit him with it! Pete rears back, and brings it down across Marcus� head, except very weakly; obviously worn out from the damage he�s taken so far. Marcus laughs, and tells him to do it again!

Sara Anne: Marcus showing why he�s one hunky rich tough guy.

Jason: Pete, weaker this time, brings the chair up, and back down across Marcus� head, and he is met with laughter from Marcus. Even Abark is laughing a bit. Marcus is daring him to do it one more time!

Sara Anne: I doubt that out of shape loser can pick it back up to even sit down on it.

Jason: Pete, looking extremely almost dead, and lifts the chair up, and gets a weird look on his face, and still wobbly from the beating that Marcus has given him lunges forward in a last ditch effort to defend himself.

(Pete moves forward with the steal chair but his weakened condition cause him to swing the chair sideways; Marcus is able to duck the blow and the chair hits Abark lengthwise across the ribs! Pete�s semi lifeless body hits the ground at the same time as Abark�s. Pete lays a foot away from Abark, clutching at his ribs as Marcus kicks Pete in the gut�Pete that picks up the chair and a strange look comes over his face. He picks up the chair that Pete was using and begins to pummel the head and neck of Pete Greenhouse. Again and again and again he send the chair into the heads neck and spine of Pete. The camera pans in closer, and as it gets a full view of the action it becomes clear that Abark�s eyes are wide open and his is watching the carnage with a huge smile on his face. Than as if he sensed the camera was on him his eyes snap shut. )

Jason: My god Abark is awake, Abark is awake and he is watching all this with a sick sense of satisfaction. What kind of demon is Abark?

Brian: Abark is not to blame here�Pete is�he accepted this match�. he brought that chair into the ring and he knocked out the ref� In my opinion he is getting what he deserves.

(Marcus breaks off his attack on Pete�s head and neck and begins to work on Pete�s lower back. )

Jason: For the love of god, this is just sick this is nothing more than a one sided beating, and might I ad this is a one side beating that is clearly being sanctioned by Abark.

Brain: Sanctioned by Abark? How the hell can you say that when our beloved leader lays on the canvas near inches from death after the uncalled for assault Abark by Pete himself?

Jason: Oh Please, this is nothing more than a mugging and it is just not right. Personally I hope that Marcus will grow a soul and realize that this is just wrong and he needs to stop this sick sadistic behavior and just out greenhouse away.

(The fans begin to yell at Marcus begging him to stop, but the brutal assault continues. Pete is clearly busted open and his face is coated in blood, the very canvas that Pete�s head lies on is stained with a dark crimson. Finally Marcus seems to acknowledge the fans pleas. Marcus goes for the cover)

(Marcus pins Pete and out of the blue Abark seems to come to life, he begins to count the pin. )

Abark: One�.two�

(Marcus gets up as Abark goes to count there, Abark looks at Marcus, a look of disbelief in his eyes. Marcus grabs Pete up by the hair and begins to punish Pete with a borage of blows to the head.. Pete seems to be taking the worst of this beating when out of the blue he send his left hand into he small package of Marcus, Marcus hits the ground with a small thud )

(The arena begging to erupt with cheers for Pete. Pete goes for the cover, but much to his surprise Abark refuses to count the fall. Blood drips down Pete�s face and he slowly gets up from Marcus prone body. )

Jason: Pete showing the fortitude of a lion here tonight how much more can abark and Marcus put this poor man through? BUY OUT!!! MARCUS HITS THE BUY OUT!!! Pete is down and out, and Marcus goes for the cover. Abark falls over, and counts a quick 3 count! Marcus gets the win in this very one-sided event.

Jason: Abark, obviously hurting a bit, right in Pete�s face, and spits in his face before slapping him, and standing up, raising Marcus� hand in victory. This was an affront to most fans senses. Thank god Ha Brian.

Brian: All I can say is the best man won and Pete got just what he deserved for slandering a great man like Abark.

Jason: Brian you are a sick man, Pete never deserved this. This was a vile beating and I do not think Poor Pete will ever be the same, in fact the E.M.Ts have arrived at ringside and are putting Pete on a stretcher I think he has been hurt Really bad.

Sara: Good.

Jason: While the paramedics take care of Pete we have to take a commercial break but we will bring you news on Pete�s condition as soon as we can.

(As we come back from the commercial we see clips from Lin Sigel Vs Brandon Streetz.....Lin Sigel took care to defeat Brandon in a timly fashion, and after the match went on to continue the beating on Brandon until secruity pulled him away...We then move back to the current scene....)

(The CrassusTron cuts on as the lights begin to dim)

Brian Johnson: What's going on?

SaraAnne: I'm not quite sure.

Jason Barret: Didn't you get the memo??

(Brian and Sara look at Jason with a weird stare)

Jason Barret: Haha. I guess not. I got the memo though, and it said that Mr. Un-Censored; former HWA Mid-South Champion and former NeWA North American Champion; had officially signed with NEW and would make his debut appearance... TONIGHT!!!

Brian Johnson: Are you serious? I knew he was a free agent, but I didn't know that New England Wrestling would scoop him up that quickly.

SaraAnne: He's a former NeWA Champion. That's something to brag about around here.

Jason Barret: You are right about that...

(A limo is seen pulling up, and when it stops, the driver hops out. He opens the back door, and out pops Mr. Un-Censored, former NeWA North American Champion)

Brian Johnson: And there he is!!

Jason Barret: At Wrestle Classic, Mr. Un-Censored will take on Mercenary from HWA and the champion Nick Jeffries from RW, for the NeWA North American Title. He WILL be representing New England Wrestling.

SaraAnne: That's great news!! We should expect some fireworks tonight!!

(The video shows Mr. Un-Censored carrying his stuff inside, before the screen fades to earlier that night.....Bily Dork waited in the ring for Blackbird to arrive, and was let down....He was however awarded the match by count-out....)

(We move to the back, where we see Logan getting ready for his match. All of a sudden, a shadow appears in Logan's view. He looks up, and standing there, towering above the sitting Logan, is the N.E.W. Heavyweight Champion. The Strip. He speaks)

The Strip: Brett, welcome back - are you ready for Kirkland?

Logan: Who?

(The two laugh, as Logan stares up at the champion)

The Strip: I just wanted to stop by, and give you the warm welcome you won't receive from Thanatos or the Hellrazors. Welcome back Logan.

Logan: Thanks... champ.

(The two set on each other's eyes for a split second, before Strip vanishes off. Logan sits there with a weird smile on his face as the scene changes to show clips of Logan Outlaw vs Kevin Kirkland....Logan and Kirkland put on a great show for the crowd, but it seemed Logan's new found ferocity proved in his favor as he defeated Kirkland......After the bell rang the following went down...)

(Logan slides out of the ring, and grabs a mic. He slides back in, and stands over Kevin Kirkland. He speaks)

Logan: Who do you think you are Kirkland? Some kind of Champion??? NO! That's me, and I intend to prove it. Your a notch. A simple notch.

(Logan puts his foot on top of Kirkland's stomach, causing him to have trouble breathing)

Logan: Mess with me and those plans, and you'll be nothing more then another victum!

(He takes his foot off, and paces around)

Logan: I'm sure you won't listen, so here is your fair warning...

(Logan picks up Kirkland, and throws him over the ropes, sending him down hard to the ground. He follows him outside, and begins banging his head into the steel post)

Brian Johnson: Logan is a lot meaner then normal.. don't you think?

Jason Barret: Logan... meaner? Right.

(Logan picks up Kirkland, and brings him over to the announcers table. He puts Kirkland in a setup for a powerbom. He lifts him up, and powerbombs him through the table. He leaves a rose on Kirkland's stomach, as he lays in the remains of the table. He begins his way to the back)

SaraAnne: Wow.

Brian Johnson: Wow is right!

(A video reel begins to show of Mr. Un-Censored. We see shots of him wrestling in HWA and for the NeWA North American Title)

"There comes a day, where a birds wings are ready to fly..."

"When that day comes, it's time to leave and land where you belong"

(We start to see shots of some actions that took place in HWA, that weren't exactly honorable. Mr. Un-Censored's foot on the rope before the 3 count, that somehow caused him to lose his Mid-South Title. Being put in a last minute match for the NeWA NA Title, causing him to lose everything)

"Honorable Wrestling Association is nothing close to Honorable. A change had to be made. New England Wrestling, beware, for your next......."

(A huge explosion occurs, as "A Key to Nothing" by Mudvayne begins to play. Pryo explosions go off left and right, as Mr. Un-Censored comes flying out of the entranceway)

Jason Barret: Whoa, what an entrance!

(Smoke fills the area, as Mr. Un-Censored is flying around like a maniac. He begins shaking hands and talking to the fans a he makes his way to the ring. He slides in, staying on his stomach a second as he watches the crowd. He hops up, and climbs a turnbuckle, throwing his arms up high in the air. He hops down, and demands a mic)

Mr. Un-Censored: Massachussets... HOW ARE YOU!?!?

(The fans give a nice size pop for the former champ)

Mr. Un-Censored: Wow, it's great to be here that's for sure. I feel like I'm back home. I will tell you this, New England Wrestling and Mr. Un-Censored in the same sentence... it has a nice ring to it doesn't it? I decided to make my debut appearance tonight so that I could say a couple of things. First off, I have a match at Wrestle Classic coming up soon. I will wrestle against Mercenary from HWA...

(The fans boo loudly)

Mr. Un-Censored: Good deal, haha. Anyway, and also, the champion.. Nick Jeffries from RW...

(The fans boo loud, but not as loud as they did for HWA and Mercenary)

Mr. Un-Censored: I can see you don't really like those "people" over there, especially HWA. I don't blame you. It's the farthest thing away from Honorable that you can find. But I didn't come here tonight to continue my bashing of HWA. I wanted to first tell you all that I am representing YOU.. for my match at Wrestle Classic!

(The fans go loud)

Mr. Un-Censored: New England Wrestling is my home now, and I'm going to represent it well. BUT, as much as Im a heart about that, my real intentions tonight were to seek out Deadman, and show him what sweet revenge feels like when it's not your own. UNFORTUNATELY, I've been recently notified that he's on hiatus at the moment. No problem. Let that blood sucking bastard stay over in his home for a while. It fits himself well. When he does come back, I hope he knows he'll be the first man I torture. He's got a whole foot on me, but I don't care. The man is far from perfect.

(The fans seem to agree)

Mr. Un-Censored: SO.. instead, I have something else in mind. As we all know, when you come to a new organization, you've got to make a name for yourself. I have a reputation outside this place, but not inside. The best way to make noise, is to find someone you don't give a damn about, and hit them in the mouth!

(The fans cheer at the sound of violence)

Mr. Un-Censored: Unfortunately, there aren't too many faces I recognize from my past. This place has changed, but no matter. There is one man I regognize that I wouldn't mind putting a hurting on. That's my start, and it will all begin tonight! I'll see you all soon again!! GOODNIGHT!!!

(The fans cheer again as "A Key to Nothing" by Mudvayne begins to play again. Mr. Un-Censored makes his exit just as exitingly as he came in)

Ring Announcer: The following contest is for the NORTH EASTERN TITLE!!

("Deaf Forever" by Mot�rhead hits, and Nick Sharpe walks out from behind the curtain. He makes his way to the ring as the music plays, smacking an occasional fan's hand. He goes up to the ring, and walks to the corner, walking up the steps and onto the apron. He climbs in between the top and middle ropes, and moves to a corner of the ring, awaiting the beginning of the match.)

Jack Darling: Introducing first, weighing in at 235 pounds, and standing a whopping... 5 foot 10!!!! NICK SHARPE!!!

(He steps through the ropes and gingerly wanders to the center of the ring. He throws his arms out as pyrotechnics begin to go off. Thanatos takes off his robe and awaits his opponent.)

Jack Darling: And his opponent, weighing in at 290 pounds, and standing 6 foot 7 inches tall......... THE NORTH EASTERN CHAMPION!!! THANATOS!!!!

Jason: Thanatos!!!!

("Breadfan" by Metallica plays. Thanatos starts to make his way down to the ring, not paying attention to the crowd. He quietly hops in the ring)

SaraAnne: Well, this should be quite a contest here. We have Nick Sharpe known for his unique lightweight style of wrestling, and Thanatos known for his all-round in-ring technique.

Jason: Well, I'd have to say that I think Thanatos is certainly the better of the two, but Nick Sharpe capable of winning this match!

Brian: Tonight could very well be that night, Jason.

(The bell rings and the two lock horns before Nick Sharpe advances on Thanatos with a wrench of the arm, taking him down to one knee by placing the sole of his boot in the joint of Thanatos's knee.)

SaraAnne: And here we go! There's the lock up, and the wrench of the arm by Nick Sharpe....

(Nick Sharpe twists the arm one more time, and snaps it down hard allowing Thanatos to feel a shock of pain in his elbow.)

Jason: There's the arm ringer, and Nick Sharpe is in control at the moment.

(Nick Sharpe tries to twist the arm one more time, but Thanatos manages to stop him in the midst of the motion, and yanks the Nick Sharpe's hair causing him to fall down hard on the canvas.)

Brian: Hey watch the hair!

SaraAnne: And there's a yank of the hair, and down Nick Sharpe goes.

(Nick Sharpe shakes his head off and rolls to his stomach as Thanatos advances on him with some hard stomps. However, Nick Sharpe fights back with some rights to his midsection, and whips Thanatos into the ropes.)

Brian: Thanatos stomping Nick Sharpe while his down now.... But Nick Sharpe fires back with some right hands! The Nick Sharpe now, whips Thanatos into the ropes!

(Nick Sharpe leaps over Thanatos as he comes off the other side, and continues off the ropes from the opposite end. Nick Sharpe drops down and Thanatos hops over him. Thanatos returns from the ropes, and ducks the clothesline, puts on the breaks, and after a stiff kick to the gut, Thanatos plants Nick Sharpe with a firemen's carry into a DDT.)

Jason: Nick Sharpe with a leap frog.... Drops down.... Thanatos off the ropes again...

Brian: Look out!

SaraAnne: Thanatos ducks the clothesline!! Puts on the breaks now.... And--

Jason: Firemen's carry into a DDT!!!! WHAT A MOVE!!! Brian: Here's the hook of the leg now! This could be it right here! 1....... 2........ No! Nick Sharpe gets the shoulder up before the count of three!

SaraAnne: The North Eastern Title is on the line here folks, remember that..

Jason: What, do you think these people are stupid?

Brian: ........... Yes.

(Thanatos picks Nick Sharpe up, and the Nick Sharpe is quick to snatch Thanatos in an arm drag, and locks on the armbar.)

SaraAnne: And Nick Sharpe goes back to that arm, I think he's targetting something here....

Jason: Gee I dunno Billy, could it be.... His ARM?! Brian: Oh stop it.

(Thanatos stands up and turns into Nick Sharpe in attempt to counter, but the Nick Sharpe simply rings his arm bringing him back down to one knee.)

Brian: Thanatos tries a counter, but Nick Sharpe adds additional pressure ringing the arm again!

(Nick Sharpe readjusts his hand position before running towards the ropes and delivering a spring board arm drag.)

Jason: YES! Nice move!

SaraAnne: Here's the cover now! 1.......... 2......... Thanatos kicks out, but he's still holding that arm!

(Nick Sharpe pulls Thanatos to his feet by that same right arm, and attempts an Irish whip, but the attempt is reversed and into the corner goes Nick Sharpe. However, Thanatos follows him but Nick Sharpe leaps to the top and attempts a clothesline.)

Brian: Thanatos catches him by the throat, and wait a minute!

Jason: CHOKESLAM!!!!

SaraAnne: THANATOS WITH A MEAN CHOKESLAM!! Here's the lateral press! 1........... 2............ No! Sharpe gets out of it.

Jason: After a move like that, Nick Sharpe should have had a lot more body on body, and at least a hook of the far leg, beacuse I think he could have had him on that exchange...

(After a few stomps,Thanatos pulls Sharpe back to his feet, and wails on him with a couple of hard forearms, backing him into the ropes.)

Brian: Thanatos is controlling the ring here with some hard hits!

(Thanatos picks Sharpe up on his shoulders, and executes a death valley driver.)

SaraAnne: OUCH!

Brian: Thanatos capitalizes on Nick Sharpe's mistakes, and executes a DVD! Here's the rollover now into the cover! 1.......... 2......... Nick Sharpe gets the shoulder up!

(Thanatos rolls to the outside, and clears the commentary table.)

Jason: Wait a minute now, what's Thanatos doing out here?! What do you think you're doing?!

(As Thanatos turns around however, he is surprised by an Asai Moonsault delivered by the Nick Sharpe.)

Brian: Asai Moonsault!!

SaraAnne: Well there's no telling what the Thanatos was planning, but he was just blinded by an Asai Moonsault!!

(Nick Sharpe regains his composure, and gets to his feet, pulling Thanatos up by his hair and slamming his face on the commentary table before tossing him back into the ring, and going for the cover.)

Brian: Thanatos's face just bounced off our table here.... Nick Sharpe throws Thanatos back into the ring now, here's the cover now! 1........ 2........ He no! Thanatos has his foot on the rope, and the count is broken.

(Nick Sharpe argues the count with the referee allowing Thanatos to recover, and snatch Nick Sharpe from behind with a head lock.)

Jason: Nick Sharpe didn't look too happy about that count, so he suffers for it.

Brian: Thanatos takes him down with do his knees.

(Nick Sharpe hooks Thanatos in the groin breaking the hold.)

SaraAnne: OH AND A CHEAP SHOT!!!! A LOW BLOW!!!!

(While Thanatos holds his manhood in agony, Nick Sharpe levels him with an elbow to the back of the neck.)

Jason: There's the hard hit to the back of his neck!!!! Yes!!! Cover him Nick Sharpe!!! COVER HIM!!!

(With Thanatos down, Nick Sharpe goes to the top rope.)

Brian: What now!?

SaraAnne: This could be a big mistake on the Nick Sharpe's part!!

(He leaps, and nails Thanatos in the face with a spinning heel kick from the top rope.)

Jason: Oh no!!!!

SaraAnne: NICE MOVE!

Jason: But what's he doing now?!

(Nick Sharpe grabs Thanatos, and puts him in position)

Brian: Oh my......... GOD!!!!

SaraAnne: He's going to attempt the Sharper Image on

Thanatos. He's a lot bigger then Sharpe is!

Brian: Who cares... he's trying... MY LORD!!! WHAT A MOVE! Here's the cover!!!! The hook of the leg!!! This could be it!!!!!! 1.................. 2..................... 3!!!!! HE GOT HIM!!!! HE GOT HIM!!!!!! NICK SHARPE ACTUALLY BEAT THANATOS!!!!

Jason: I can't believe it!

Jack Darling: Here is your winner........ and the new, NORTH EASTERN CHAMPION..... NICK SHARPE!!!!!!

Brian: What a night!!! What a match!!! And what a victory for Nick Sharpe!!!!!

(Sharpe is handed his title as Thanatos lays on his back. All of a sudden, the lights dim. As the crowd ooo's and ahh's, a video reel begins on the big screen. It shows a long shot of Logan facing the camera. He's speaking)

It takes... determination...

It takes... a very big heart...

It takes... a lot of emotion...

It takes a lot to be a professional Wrestler...

BUT.. It takes a psycho.. to do what I do...

(As soon as that's said, a HUGE orange pyro explodes at the entrance. The video reel continues showing shots of Logan's matches. After this, "Fly Away" by Lenny Kravitz plays. As the smoke clears, orange spotlights fill the arena. Finally they fix on the entrance as Logan makes his appearance. Almost simultaneously, another couple of huge orange pyro's explode before the lights come back on. The smoke clears as Logan begins to make his way down to the ring, running full stride)

Brian Johnson: He's going after Thanatos again!!

Jason Barret: Here he comes!

(Logan slides in, as Thanatos is beginning to stand up. Nick Sharpe stares at logan, wondering what he should do. Logan only puts his eyes on Thanatos, who is trying to gather himself, and doesn't see Logan yet. Logan finally looks at Nick Sharpe, and their eyes meet. Finally, Sharpe slides out of the ring, and starts heading to the back)

SaraAnne: Sharpe wants nothing to do with this!

Brian Johnson: Do you blame him? Logan is so much bigger then him!!

(Logan walks closer to Thanatos, as he's holding onto the ropes. Thanatos still hasn't turned around yet, but finally he does. He stops dead in his tracks, as his eyes meet Logan's eyes head on)

Jason Barret: Logan and Thanatos are trapped in a starring contest. Thanatos almost looks worried, as Logan just shows a look of anger.

SaraAnne: This doesn't look good for Thanatos.

Brian Johnson: He's finally got to face the man who's been stalking him!

(Thanatos tries to leave the ring, but Logan darts to him, nailing him in the back hard. Thanatos sits on the ropes, as Logan pulls him back in the ring, flinging him on his back)

Jason Barret: Logan has Thanatos scared!! Thanatos doesn't seem to know what to do!! He's trying to crawl away, but Logan isn't going to let him go!!

(Logan continues hitting Thanatos, as security begins to come to the ring. Logan stands up, and quickly grabs a mic)

Logan: Whoa, whoa!! I suggest you stay as far away from this ring as possible, or it's going to be a bad day for yourselves and this pussy known as Thanatos.

(The fans laugh as security stops in it's tracks. Logan walks over to Thanatos, and grabs him by the neck. He picks up Thanatos, and stands in the middle of the ring. He speaks)

Logan: Don't come in this ring! Let me say my peace, so I don't have to hurt you guys too!!

(They don't seem intimidated, but they let him speak. Logan stares into the eyes of Thanatos, as he stands their woosy. Logan speaks)

Logan: Thanatos. You are a scar to the wrestling industry. You are a horrible reminder that some idea's should have never been made real. You are disgrace to this company, and to wrestling in general. Your on a journey that will end soon enough, and when it does, you'll find yourself trapped in a nightmare you can't wake up from. Nick Sharpe just embarrassed you Thanatos. Do you know how many of us have made him look bad? You've certainly lost your touch haven't you old man.

(Logan paces the ring, and continues to spea, as Thanatos stands there)

Logan: I have no idea what you really have planned for yourself Thanatos.. Rumor has it your jumping ships. I'm sure Deadman will be really pleased. That's where I come in. You see Thanatos, I'm here for one purpose and one purpose only. To send a message to Deadman. I want him to realize what the consequences will be if he steps foot back in a N.E.W. wrestling ring. So, you go to your precious Deadman, where matches will be staged for your victory. Where you will be made to look like a legend because your sleeping with the boss. HAHAHA!!! MIGHT AS WELL BE RIGHT!?!?

(Logan laughs again)

Logan: Point is, New England Wrestling doesn't need cowards like you or Deadman. It's a shame I couldn't be the one to expose him as the loser he is, but we all know it wasn't exactly a matter of him beating me. Tell Deadman this for me Thanatos...

(Logan grabs Thanatos hard by the neck, and pulls him closer. He whispers in his ear)

"Come back, face me, and break the tie or forever be the coward we know you as"

(Logan throws Thanatos down hard, sending him to his back)

Logan: Tell your buddy that for me. Oh... and send him this for me too!

(Logan pounces on Thanatos, and begins sending him rights and lefts. Finally, he throws his head back down, and stands up. He slides out of the ring, and pulls a table out from underneath. The fans start to go wild. He sets it up where he stands, and then slides back in. He grabs Thanatos, and begins to set him up for "The End" through a table. He speaks while in motion)

Logan: Your a child Thanatos. When you don't get your way, you run screaming like a little girl. You always had words for me, but you were never the asshole to say them were you? Your a hypocrite, and now your exposed as one.. I hope you enjoy your stay with the enemy, because you'll be caught in the aftermath based on who your company is. Maybe one of these day's your shame of this encounter will end, and you'll come back and challenge me like a real man. Until that day, let me leave you with something to think about!!

(Logan picks him up, and nails the Cradle Piledriver on Thanatos, through the table. Thanatos lays unconscience in ruins, as Logan makes his way to his feet. He stands there, starring at Thanatos. He bends down, and whispers something else. Thanatos's eyes pop open immediately in alarm, as Logan begins to make his way past security and up the ramp)

Jason Barret: ......

Brian Johnson: I'm... I'm... speechless too...

SaraAnne: What just happened here!?

Jason Barret: ......

Jack Darling: Our next match of the evening features a newcomer, he stands 6�7 and weighs in at 275lbs! He is the Rogue Knight, Chris Mann!

("45" by Shinedown plays. Chris Mann walks to the ring.)

Jack Darling: And his opponent, he is one half of the Tag Team Champions and the REIGNING International Champion, standing 6�3, weighing 233lbs, he is Harbinger!

("Light My Way" By Audioslave plays. The usual montage on the NEW-Tron is shown. Harbinger is received by a huge reaction. He walks down to the ring and rolls in. The bell rings.)

Jason: The two men in the center of the ring, staring at each other. On our table, we have two bottles of shaving cream. One was brought by Harbinger, the other by Chris Mann. These were brought out prior to the introductions!

Sara: If you didn�t keep up during the week, a wager was placed on this match. The loser must buy the winner a bottle of shaving cream!

Jason: Mann stands 4 inches taller than Harbinger, who every week seems to give up considerable size and weight!

Sara: Yeah, I just don�t get it. How does NEW keep finding these super sized freaks? Is Abark injecting new recruits with human growth hormones again?

Jason: Test of strength and Mann powers Harbinger to the mat! Mann squeezing Harbingers knuckles! Harbinger rolls to his side and Mann breaks the hold. Mann walks towards Harbinger but Harbinger drop-toe-holds him into the bottom turnbuckle! Mann is stunned and Harbinger connects with a backdrop suplex! Mann grabs his neck!

Sara: Harbinger sizing him up now! Harbinger didn�t wrestle last week, so he�s off to a fast start showing on signs of ring rust!

Jason: Harbinger walks to the corner but Mann grabs him and shoves him into the turnbuckle! Rights and lefts by Mann!

Sara: If this was for the International Title, Mann would be DQed by now!

Brian: This match bores me, I�ve decided I will remain silent for it�s remainder.

Jason/Sara: GOOD!

Jason: Man backs out of the corner, and then full throttles it forward and nails Harbinger with a clothesline! He reverses again, full steam ahead and another devastating clothesline in the corner! One more time? NO! He tried for it but Harbinger moved and Mann just rammed into the turnbuckle!

Sara: He got too cocky!

Jason: Harbinger gives man a few leg drops to the chest! Mann is really hurting! Harbinger gives a few knee drops to Mann as well! Harbinger methodical in his tactics, he�s trying to take Mann apart and further damage the vulnerable area of Mann!

Sara: He�s one of the smartest wrestlers in NEW today!

Jason: Harbinger rests Mann against the ropes and gives him a wicked chop! He shoots Mann across the ring and misses with a flying cross body block! Mann stops himself and walks over toward Harbinger. He picks Harbinger up!

Sara: Harbinger HIGH in the air right now! What impressive elevation by this newcomer, Chris Mann!

Jason: He�s got a gorilla press slam and he drops Harbinger and catches him into a SAMOAN DROP!!! That�s got to be it! With that height, the gravity and the force of impact by Mann, Harbingers got to be done for! Mann hooks a leg!

Diamond Joe: One��������

Sara: What a debut for Chris Mann!

Diamond Joe: Two��������

Jason: If Harbinger loses here, he�ll have to give Mann a shot at the International Title!

Diamond Joe: Thr�kickout!

Jason: Harbinger kicked out just before Joe�s hand came down for the three! Mann pounds on the mat showing his frustration! Harbinger showing that never give up attitude he�s often displayed in his short time in NEW!

Sara: Mann sets up Harbinger and delivers a side Russian leg sweep! That seemed to hurt both men as Mann grabs his neck, but Harbinger definitely got the worst of it! Mann kicks Harbinger a few times to make sure he�s down and Mann heads upstairs!

Jason: Mann perched up top, Harbinger getting up and turns around and Mann connects with a flying clothesline!!! Harbinger is easily knocked to the mat once more! Mann gets up and surveys the damage he�s done! He goes to cover Harbinger again!

Diamond Joe: One������������..

Sara: Can Harbinger pull another rabbit out of his hat?

Diamond Joe: Two������������.

Jason: This is it!!!

Sara: I think you�re right!

Diamond Joe: Three�NO!

Jason: Again Harbinger kicks out at the last second! What will put Harbinger down?

Sara: Mann picks him up, but Harbinger breaks it and gives Mann a North Lights suplex out of nowhere! Harbinger can�t even maintain the cover, he�s spent!

Jason: Harbinger and Mann, both down on the mat, gasping for air! Both men slowly getting up. Mann swings at Harbinger and Harbinger whips Mann around and locks in a crossface chicken wing! Shades of Bob Backlund! Mann is hurting! Harbingers cinching in it!

Sara: Mann not giving up, and Harbinger releases the hold and drop kicks Mann into the turnbuckle! Mann falls back and Harbinger puts him in a surfboard submission! Harbinger switching from one submission move to another in less than a few minutes! He can change submission holds like Madonna changes fashion styles!

Jason: Mann locked in the surfboard, suspended a few feet above the air and Harbinger really pulling back on Mann�s limbs! Mann in visible pain!

Sara: Harbinger keeps it locked in, and Mann looks like he�s passing out. Ref raises the hands.

Diamond Joe: One�������.

Jason: He looks like he�s out!

Diamond Joe: Two�������

Sara: He is!

Jason: WAIT, Harbinger just released the hold! He�s standing up and waiting for Mann to regain consciousness and get up! He had the win, but he didn�t take it, why???

Sara: Mann getting up and OH!

Jason: Harbinger with a super stiff kick to the head and Mann is knocked back down, Harbinger hooks a leg!

Diamond Joe: One����������..two�������������.three!!!

(The bell rings.)

Jack Darling: Your winner, in 13 minutes and 17 seconds, Harbinger!!!

Jason: And Chris Mann grabs a bottle of shaving cream and hands it to Harbinger. They shake hands and nod at each other. I think both of them were equally impressed by the other tonight!

Brian Johnson: Folks, while that commotion was going on, we have a video tape of something that occurred backstage.

Jason Barret: Let's roll it...

(Nick Sharpe is walking up the ramp, and twoards backstage after the riot in the ring. He's out of sight of the fans, and heading to his dressing room. He makes it to a corner, and stops. He puts his hands on the wall, resting for a moment. He begins walking again, and makes it around the corner, and he bumps into Mr. Un-Censored. He causes him to drop his bags out of his hand)

Mr. Un-Censored: For GOD'S SAKES.. what the hell is your problem man! I swear, Im going to have to talk to Abark about his employee's.

Nick Sharpe: Employee's? I'm the North Eastern Champion!

Mr. Un-Censored: AHH.. I almost didn't recognize you. Your Nick Sharpe aren't you...?

(Mr. Un-Censored has a strange grin on his face)

Nick Sharpe: Yeah I am, and I suggest YOU don't talk to me like that. Maybe earn some credit, and come back to talk to me.

(Nick Sharpe goes to walk off, but Mr. Un-Censored grabs him by the arm with a hard grasp, stopping him in his tracks. Sharpe looks back at him with strong eyes)

Mr. Un-Censored: Maybe your mistaken at who I AM. I am the former and soon to be again, NeWA North American Champion!!

Nick Sharpe: Are you now? Isn't that impressive. I'm quivering!!

(He goes to walk off again, but once again, Mr. Un-Censored stops him in his tracks by grabbing his arm. Sharpe again gives him that look, like "strike two buddy". Mr. Un-Censored laughs)

Mr. Un-Censored: Let me repreat myself. You are mistaken obviously at who I am. I'll drop you in a second.

Nick Sharpe: If you want my title, your going to have to earn a shot at it. I've got no time for pushovers li--

(Mr. Un-Censored twists Nick Sharpes arm around, and slams him face first into the wall. He hits hard, but not enough to knock him out. Instead, Mr. Un-Censored holds Sharpe up against the wall while he talks)

Mr. Un-Censored: Let's get one thing straight... I make the rules around here as far as I'm concerned with you. I don't give two shits about that title of yours. You can wipe your ass with it for as far as I'm concerned! If you don't watch that mouth of yours, you'll be having to worry about a lot more then losing that precious little title. Understand boy?

(Mr. Un-Censored pushes harder on his head, and Nick Sharpe gets angry. He breaks the hold, and swings at Mr. Un-Censored. He ducks, and tackles Sharpe up against the wall. He picks him up, and then slams him back down to the ground. Sharpe holds his head in pain as Mr. Un-Censored stands over him)

Mr. Un-Censored: I hope my words get through to you. Otherwise your going to be a very pain afflicted individual for quite some time. And to think... you were the punk I was talking about earlier. I was just coming to look for you. Funny how things work out. I'll see you soon enough Champ... hopefully later then sooner for you, eh?

(He steps over Sharpe, and picks up his stuff. He makes his way down the hall as Sharpe starts to get back up)

Brian: Here is a big event, folks, the man known as Hero is trying to avenge what he sees as an injustice done to his wife a few weeks back, when STRIP punched her during a match.

Jason: We.ll, what did she expect, interefering in the match � I saw her, she grabbed his foot

Sara: I don't really like her anyway.

(The camera cuts to the ring and the ring announcer)

Jack Darling: Now, coming to the ring,

(The opening notes of "Meant to Live" start to play)

Jack Darling: The man challenging for the NEW Heavyweight Championship - accompanied by The lovely and Dangerous Beth, the Titillating and Talented Tish and No-Nonsense Nancy - he is the man called HERO and they are ....

(The crowd starts to chant - Justice Inc. Justice Inc. Justice Inc )

Justice Incoroporated!!!

Jason: You see the way those four strut down here, like they own the place.

Brian: They will if they can beat STRIP today.

(Hero stops at the foot of the steps while the women walk up the steps and line the apron. Hero follows and opens the ropes so the women can enter. Hero enters and raises his arms.)

Justice Inc.!!!! Justice Inc!!!!!

Sara: I bet Hero could tell you if pimping is easy or not with those hoes.

(Back to the ring, the camera finds Jack Darling again)

Darling: And now, coming to the ring

(The opening chords of "The Magnificent Seven" theme start to play)

your NEW Heavyweight Champiiiiiiiion, THAAAAA STRIIIIIIIIIP.

(Strip strolls down the ramp, arms spread, NEW Tag Title Belt around his neck and the NEW Heavyweight Championship around his waist.

He stops at the bottom of the ramp and motions for referee Diamond Jack to come over and leans down to talk into his ear - Jack nods and orders the women out of the ring.

STRIP points at the belt and motions the women out of the ring, also. Justice Inc. exits together and STRIP steps up to the apron, wiping his feet before he enters the ring.

STRIP holds the Heavyweight Belt up to the crowd to a chorus of boos, then hands both belts to Diamond Jack. Hero gets back into the ring.)

Jason: Now there's a man, a champion for you.

Brian: Hero attacks STRIP, he's got him by the throat, before the bell!

*ding ding *

Brian: Diamond Joe is counting for a break. Strip's eyes are bugging out. Hero breaks it, but he picks STRIP right up � PRESS SLAM!

Jason: Some Hero �

Brian: Hero off the ropes, shoulder tackle! Off the ropes again LEG DROP on STRIP � Hero for the pin:

1

2

Almost three but a kickout!

Jason: This can't be happening.

(We move to the back, where Logan is leaving the arena for the night. He looks up at the television, and sees The Strip taking on Hero in the ring. Logan smiles for a moment, and then shakes his head)

Logan: I've give you your time. That's it though. YOUR TIME.

(Logan smiles again, as he exits the arena)

Brian: Hero whips STRIP into the ropes, back body droawwwww NO � STRIP with a kick to Hero's face. STRIP off the ropes � he falls!!!

Jason: Beth tried to trip him!

(Diamond Joe points to the timekeeper)

*Ding Ding Ding Ding *

Brian: What?

The winner of this match, by disqualification, and stiiiill NEW Heavyweight Champion, THE STRIP!!!

(STRIP grabs the belt and exits the ring as Nancy, Beth and Tish enter the ring and talk to Hero.)

Sara: That stupid, stupid woman!

Brian: It looks like Diamond Joe saw Beth trip STRIP and called for the bell.

Jason: That's the right thing to do, those are the rules.

(STRIP stops at the top of the ramp and turns, microphone in hand)

STRIP: Well, look who blew it. That would be Nancy, blowing it for YOU, Hero. See, this organization has rules for a reason, because without them, there would be chaos.

Maybe you leave your honey bunches of Oh Oh Ohs at home if you ever get a chance again, then you can lose on your own.....

YOU KNOW!!!

(STRIP turns to leave)