Jim: And I'm Good Ol' JR, and boy do we have an action packed night instore for you here tonight.

Joey: You damn right we do JR as we begin the quarter finals of the DRWF World Title Tournament.

Jim: There are guys in this quarter finals that to be perfectly honest with you, I didnt think would make it this far. And guys that I thought was gonna take it all didnt even make it here.

Joey: But all that is now behind us, so lets get to the present. Also, just incase you missed Forbidden Friday, you saw Big Willie-isms resign as President and Andrew Mielitz step up, and if you havent noticed, all hell has broken loose.

Jim: You damn right it has. I mean, with the firing of Mikey Mikey D, and also the cancellation of Monday Megadeath.

Joey: You heard right folks. This is the second and final Monday Megadeath. But dont you worry, because next week, Monday Megadeath is being moved to Tuesday which will now be known as Tuesday Torcher.

Jim: There we will have the semi-finals of the DRWF World Title Tournament. And speaking of Titles, just last night on Bloody Sunday, we found the first match for the Pay Per View as for the DRWF Womens Title, we will be seeing Diva taking on Shae with Julia Haney as the special guest referee.

Joey: I still cant believe that. Also, a match that is schedualed to be signed, but is not etched in stone as of yet, will be for the DRWF Tag Team Titles as we will be seeing a rematch with the CbK against Sean Corbin and Scotty Carter.

Jim: Hey, wait a minute. I'm getting word that our newest announcer, Dr. Hanes Briefs, has word on a few more matches that has been signed for Nuclear WarFare. Take it away Hanes.

Jim: Damn right I did. Damn, a King of the Road match? Man, that should be exciting as hell.

Joey: You got that right Jim. Well, it is time for our first match here for

JR: This match should be a real hardcore battle!

JS: You're right there Jim, TBC and Dracos have shown in the past that they're not afraid to take it to the extreme to win a match!

("Voodoo" by Godsmack blasts from the speakers as the lights die down. Vladamire Dracos slips out from behind the curtain and walks down to the ring as the fans give a very mixed reaction.)

Fink: Coming to the ring, from London, England, a member of the UMS faction, Vladamire Dracos!

JR: Did the temperature in the arena just drop Joey?

JS: I know what you mean JR, Vladamire just seems to have that effect.

(The lights rise again as TBC's music hits and he runs down to the ring with his manager. Dracos rolls out of the ring as UW and TBC jump in and begin shaking the ropes.)

Fink: Now in the ring, from Philadelphia, PA, and managed by the Ultimate Warrior, The B###h Collector!

JR: And Dracos just charged into the ring and clotheslined Warrior right out to the floor!

JS: I bet he wishes he stayed in retirement now!

(Vladamire continues the assault by catching TBC, who was still shaking the ropes, from behind and lifting him into a modified fireman's carry. Dracos spins, then suddenly lets go of his legs, slinging him back and sitting down. Dracos keeps ahold of TBC's arms, draping them across his shoulder as he falls into an impressive double arm breaker!)

JS: I can think of just one word to describe that...OUCH! Vladamire could have broken both of TBC's arms at the elbows!

JR: And finally there's the bell, not that it matters much now.

JS: Look at B###h Collector, he's rolling around the ring cradling his arms against his chest but Dracos isn't showing any pity, he's caught him in a standing armbar and is just cranking away!

JR: Well, TBC is well known for his brawling skills, so taking his arms away from him is a smart move.

(TBC counters by lowblowing Vladamire with his free arm, then gets to his feet while Dracos is doubled over in pain. Collector violently kicks Dracos in the side of the head, dropping him to the mat, then stomps away on him while shaking out his arm. TBC pulls Dracos back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Vladamire tries to counter with a leg lariat, but Collector ducks under his leg and bounces off the ropes again, nailing him with an elbow shot. Dracos drops to the mat while TBC shakes his arm again and grimaces.)

JR: The B###h Collector is still feeling the effects of that arm breaker and armbar from earlier in the match.

JS: What the...? Dracos just winked at the camera, I think he's playing possum.

JR: Well, whatever Vladamire is doing, TBC has finally worked out the kinks in his arm and is signaling for the Blunt Bomb!

(TBC tries to lift Dracos to his feet to pull off his finisher, but gets caught off guard by a sudden backdrop that tosses him over the ropes. Warrior, who is finally getting back to his feet from the clothesline and fall, looks up to see his wrestler come flying out of the ring and right at him!)

JR: Woah! No place is safe right now!

Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!

JS: MY GOD! Dracos just came over the top rope and crushed TBC with his Death Cycle moonsault!

JR: Bodies are laying everywhere, lets see that again!

X-treme replay: As TBC and UW get to their feet again Dracos jumps over the top rope and bounces off the second rope, coming off into a picture perfect springboard moonsault to the outside.

JS: Vladamire is nearly 7 feet tall and weighs a good 300 pounds, yet he pulled off that move as good as any lightweight!

JR: Dracos has gotten back to his feet, and so has Warrior! UW is getting in the dark grappler's face, not the smartest thing to do!

JS: I think Warrior is about to find that out! Simply a MASSIVE DDT onto the concrete floor! Now I bet he wished he stayed home AND retired!

JR: But he's managed to buy his guy some time, even if he might not remember it in the morning. B###h Collector is back up and takes Dracos down with an arm drag.

(TBC applies a short arm scissors submission, but it is quickly broke up by Dracos with a thumb to Collector's eye. Vladamire and TBC scramble to their feet and Dracos pushes collector back against the guard rail, laying into him with a set of rights and lefts. Vladamire then whips TBC against the ring and grabs him as he stumbles back and X-plexs him, dropping him head first onto the floor. Vladamire picks up TBC and rolls him back in the ring, stopping only to lay a kick into Warrior before following him in. Dracos picks TBC up into a front face lock and points toward the corner as the crowd cheers.)

JR: I think Dracos intends to end it right now!

(Vladamire pulls Collector into the corner and mounts it. Dracos hooks TBC's tights and comes out spinning like a tornado DDT. Suddenly he drops his legs and lifts Collector up, his body still twisting from the momentum built from the spin, and jumps falling backwards and driving The B###h Collector's head into the mat hard.)

JS: Super, Implant, Stunner D, Impaler, what ever you want to call it, no one does it better than Vladamire Dracos!

JR: That's his finisher, the NightFlight DDT, and he's going for the cover!

JR: 1...2...Damnit!

JS: For God sakes! Warrior must be on auto pilot, he just jumped up on the apron right in front of us and distracted the ref!

JR: Dracos doesn't like it at all, he's got up and now he's in the Warrior's face.

JS: CRAP! LOOK OU.. (static)

crowd: DR(clap clap)WF! (clap clap clap) DR(clap clap)WF! (clap clap clap)

Xtreme replay: Vladamire and UW are shown arguing when Warrior spits on Dracos. Vlad looks at the spittle on his shirt then hops back and nails UW with a lethal looking savant kick that sends him flying off the apron and through Joey and Jim's table, smashing it to flinders as they flee for safety.

JS: Can you guys hear me back there now? O.K. can we get some EMTs for The B###h Collector's manager out here??

JR: As you just saw, The Warrior made the mistake of pissing off Vladamire Dracos and got put through our table for his trouble, but he did his job again and gave his wrestler the time to shake off the effects of Dracos' NightFlight DDT!

(As the EMTs come down to help UW, Dracos turns around and into a lowblow by TBC. Collector pulls him in and powerbombs him, Collector then applies an ankle lock.)

JS: If Dracos can't get out of this, TBC might steal this match!

JR: And he'll have The Warrior to thank for it!

(Dracos manages to grab Collector's right leg and pull it out from under him. Vladamire hangs on like a rabid tick as TBC tries to kick him loose and twists his foot in return.)

JR: We've reached an impasse in the match, who will be the first to release his hold?

(The pair roll around the ring, both keeping a death grip on the others foot. Finally TBC screams and lets go, Dracos grins and lets go of his hold and scrambles to his feet. Vladamire steps back and motions to Collector to stand, then hits him with a leg lariat as he gets to his feet. Dracos loads his boot and waits for TBC.)

JR: I think he's about to give B###h Collector a taste of what he gave his manager!

(Collector stumbles to his feet and nearly has his head taken off with a vicious savant kick that dumps him into the corner with his head laying against the bottom turnbuckle. Dracos runs to the far corner and comes back with a baseball slide type kick that pins TBC's head between it and the turnbuckle.)

JS: TBC's face just exploded!

JR: Dracos' 300 hundred pound body just connected with Collector's nose, is it any wonder?

JS: We really need to go to a commercial, ah f*ck ESPN, no body wants to see another showing of SportsCenter anyway!

(Dracos pulls TBC out of the corner and into a sitout powerbomb. Vladamire breaks the pin before the ref can begin the count and gets to his feet. He reaches down to pull TBC up, but is surprised by a small package!)

JR:1...2..KICKOUT!

JS: That was soooooo close!

JR: I'm surprised he was able to see with all of that blood flowing everywhere!

(Both men get to their feet and a heart punch by Dracos drapes Collector in the corner over the top rope. Vladamire charges in and runs up the outside ropes, as he reaches the top, Dracos kicks The B###h Collector in the chest and performs a backflip, landing on his feet!)

JR: In all my days I've never seen someone the size of Dracos pull off some of the moves he does!

JS: He is an impressive specimen when it comes to wrestling.

(Dracos catches TBC in a front face lock as he slumps out of the corner and grins wickedly at the fans. The fans respond with a huge pop when Vladamire draws the thumb of his feet hand across his throat and screams "It's over!" Vladamire pulls TBC into the corner with him and nails yet another NightFlight DDT and floats over into a cover!)

JS: 1......2......3!!!! Dracos gets the win!

JR: This has been one Hell of a war between these fine young wrestlers, and even though he lost, I'm sure we'll be seeing more from TBC in the future.

JS: I don't know if we'll see more from his manager though, did you see how limp he was when they finally hauled him out of here?

JR: Sure did! He made a big mistake getting in Dracos' face, but it almost paid off for his man, pretty bright if you ask me.

JS: Well, I'm being told that the WB is threatening to take us off the air if we don't go to commercial, so we'll be right back!

(All kinds of crazy stuff is going on in the background while Jackhammer is talking)

JackHammer: You know, people say that the DRWF is the most conservative federation in the world. We have nothing but the utmost respect for one another…

Razor Blade: Shut the f**k up JackHammer!

JackHammer: Everyone is willing to move out of your way to show courtesy. (bumps into Triple H.)

Triple H: Hey, why don't you watch where you're going!

JackHammer: And we have to be the cleanest federation. We truly do know that germs are floating everywhere…(all of a sudden, a guy covered in blood walks past him.) Damn man, cant you take a bath. Anyway, for me to be able to keep up with the rest of the DRWF, I need to have a little drink. But I don't know what to have.(walks into his local grocery store into the drink section). I don't know whether to have a good sports drink, or to have me a little taste. But then, I look right between the St. Ides Malt Liquor and the Powerade, and what do I see. The official Sports Drink/Malt Liquor of the DRWF. BOLT…..45. Thanks to Michael Jordan and Billy Dee Williams combining, we were able to come out with the greatest drink in the universe. So either go to your favorite grocery, drug, or liquor store and pick you up a Bolt 45(takes a drink)….ahhhh……and Get Slizzard Wit It!

(Out in the parking Lot Michael Cole awaits Table Man's arrival.Then a Hummer turns into the lot.And on the Hummers Stereo "Stupify" by Disturbed is blasting then the Hummer parks and Table Man with Shae gets out of the Hummer)

Cole: Hello Table Man hello Shae can i get a word with you two

Table Man: Sure Cole whats up?

Cole: I want to know what your thinking...

Table Man: Well....I'm thinking about Shae Naked

(Shae slaps Table Mans Arm)

Cole: About your match with Seth Calvert

Table Man: Oh well thats a whole diffrent story only one Gay pervert would think about Seth Naked....Anyway i think Seth Calvert will bite the dust and feel the Shatter tonight

Shae: Yeah and i got one thing to say...

Cole: Go ahead

Shae: Diva you beat Julia Haney and you now have to face me at the PPV for the womens title. Well at the PPV, we'll see which Bitch is the top Bitch! So you Challenged me Sister? Well i'm sorry but you will fall just a few steps short on with me cus the wrestling moves I can pull off are just over your head

(Table Man and Shae walk off)

Cole: Damn, back to you guys at ringside.

Jim: That should be one hell of a match, but that will take place a little bit later. But right now, it is time for our next match as we are about to see Jack Knife take on Propain....

Joey: Uh, JR. I dont think that match will actually be happening.

Jim: Why do you say that?

Joey: Well, I have just gotten word that Propain is in the back battling it out with somebody!

Jim: Say what!

Joey: Yep. Look and it just now came onto the TitanTron!

Jim: HE'S FIGHTING WITH SCOTT POWERS!! WHAT THE HELL!!! Why are they battling it out!?

Joey: I have no idea, but they are beating the living s**t outta eachother.

(While the battle is going on, "Fire and Brimstone" begins to play as Jack Knife makes his way to the ring)

Jim: And now here comes Jack Knife. Does he not know that Propain is in the back battling it out with somebody?

Joey: I guess not because he's on his way to the rin....well, just turned around and sees the TitanTron. I guess he knows what's going on now.

Jim: Look at the way he is looking at that TitanTron. He's getting that same look at he used to give Grandmasta Flex all the time.

Joey: And E-Rock is standing right by his side looking at this thing. Man, I guess Jack Knife doesnt have an opponent, hey, what the hell is this!?!

Jim: Some guy just jumped over the guardrail and HE SMASHES JACK KNIFE IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!

Joey: Who is this guy!?!

Jim: That's that Justun Beatible guy that we've been hearing about!! It has to be!

Joey: I guess so, but he is starting to pound away at Jack Knife right now. Look at the way he is pounding away at him, but Jack Knife isn't feeling any of the blows!!

Jim: He grabs Justun Beatible by the throat, lifts him up and gives him one hell of a chokeslam onto the concrete!!

Joey: OH MY GOD!!! DID YOU SEE THE WAY HE BOUNCED OFF OF THAT CONCRETE!?! DAMN, THAT WAS ROUGH!!

Jim: Now he and E-Rock are stomping away at the man. Oh my goodness, this is wild!! Now, here comes the President Andrew Mielitz to break this up! Jack Knife looks at him and he draws his fist back.....DONT DO IT JACK KNIFE!!

Joey: Whew, thank goodness for E-Rock. Jack Knife was just seconds away from being eliminated from the DRWF and having to pay a heavy fine.

Jim: Andrew has the microphone and I guess he's about to take charge of this situation. Take it away Andrew...

Andrew: Aight. This craziness needs to end right now! Look, Justun Beatible, I have NO idea who the hell you are. How the hell you got here, I have no idea. I know this though. You are NOT on the DRWF roster. But I will give you your chance at becoming a member of the most X-Treme Federation on the damn planet, that is if you can handle what I'm about to give you...

Justun Beatible: What is it, and I'll tell you right now that I'll accept.

Andrew: Are you sure? Well, at the Pay Per View, I am giving you your shot at becoming a member as you will take on Jack Knife in the most X-Treme type of match up that the DRWF has ever seen. You will be taking him on in a match we like to call, the Pits of Hell Match. The rules of this match up are simple. Both of you will be battling it out in a skywalker match. And the ring will basically like a pit. It will be filled with flaming tables with broken glass, tacks, and barbwire on em. And as you probably already know, the loser is the one that falls into that pit. So Justun Beatible, if you can defeat Jack Knife, you will have a contract here in the DRWF. But if you cant, then you can say BYE BYE! Do we have a deal?

Justun Beatible: You damn right we do.

Andrew: Well, there you have it. At Nuclear WarFare, we will be having a pits of hell match with Jack Knife and Justun Beatible. And if Justun can win, he will be a member of the DRWF. But if he cant, he can kiss his ass goodbye. Now, Jim and Joey, I'll handle this. We'll be right back right after these messages!

(Center Triple H is walking around the DRWF School of X-Treme)

Triple H: You know, here in the DRWF, you really do have to know how to take some serious punishment. I mean, in most federations, you have to know how to act. You have to know how to talk. Hell, you gotta know what to look like. But here in the DRWF, image is nothing, because the prettiest boy could turn into a Freddy Krugar SOB just like that. I mean, take a look at Mr. Late Nite.(Holds one of his old pictures up). He used to be one of those pretty, Backstreet Boys look punks. But now look at him(holds a picture of him after his match with Andrew Masters). He's finally become a real man. But that truly didn't just happen over night. It happened over a period of time. That's why you have to drink a true sports drink to be able to keep up, not only with looks, but the action. That's why I and the rest of the DRWF drink a nice, cold, refreshing bottle of Bolt 45 after every match. Now this drink doesn't heal your bumps and bruises, and it damn sure doesn't give you good looks. But it will keep you on your feet, plus put hair on your chest, and I'm not talking about that little bit of hair that you grow from chewing Dentine Ice. So whenever you get thirst, just go to your local grocery, drug, or liquor store and buy you a nice ice cold Bolt 45. And Get Slizzard Wit It. Oh yeah, stay away from Pirated goods. I've heard that Hustleman is selling some imitation Bolt 45 called Bult 54. So if you see Hustleman on the streets, contact the DRWF at 1-900-555-DRWF and press 6 for caught Hustleman okay. So long, and Get In The Game.