Payne:: Hello everyone and welcome to Gutcheck.

Channon: And what a Gutcheck it�s going to be. We�ve got the Tag Titles on the line, we�ve got two qualifying matches for the new singles title and we�ve got a blockbuster main event schedule with SLR taking on new nWEFF Champion Slayer.

�Immigrant Song� by Led Zepplin begins to play and the massive, ravely dressed Odin steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way to the ring.

Payne:: Here comes Odin and he looks ready for battle.

Channon: And ready he will have to be as he�ll take on Finley James to determine who will go onto chase for the new singles title.

�Meat for a Queen� by MM and the Spooked Out Punk Ass Kids plays and the ever bizarre Finley James makes his way to the ring.

Payne:: Here we go. Odin charges at Finley, leveling him with a clothesline. Finley jumps up and Odin catches him with a scoop slam and drives him into the mat and then drops a big elbow across his chest. Odin pulls Finley up to his feet and whips him into the corner and when he bounces out, Odin grabs him from behind and gives him a belly to back suplex. Odin hooks the leg�

Ref: 1�2..-

Odin rolls to his feet and Finley gets to his as well and when the big Odin turns around, he catches a dropkick in the kisser from Finley James. Odin stumbles and Finley bounces off the ropes and nails a flying clothesline to Odin to knock him off his feet. Finley nails a snap leg drop across the throat. Finley grabs Odin and pulls him to his feet and begins to headbutt Odin and then he whips him into the ropes and gives him a big back body drop. Finley drops a knee into the face of Odin. Finley yanks Odin up and whips him into the ropes and then jumps up, looking for a hurricanrana�Odin reverses it and nails a powerbomb! Odin gets to his feet and points to the turnbuckle and the crowd goes nuts.

Payne:: Looks like he�s calling for the Thor�s Hammer.

Channon: If he nails that it.

Odin is perched on the turnbuckle and he dives off�THOR�S HAMMER! the big elbow finds it�s mark and Odin hooks the leg of Finley James�

Ref:1�2�3!

Ring Announcer: Your winner�.ODIN!

Channon: Odin back on the winning track, only this time in singles competition.

Payne:: And we now await the winner of the RPG/Gneb match to see who will join Odin, XP and Scott Ramsey as the men who will move on to compete for the new singles title. Backstage�

A white limo pulls up and the door opens, out steps nWEFF Internet Champion DPB. Inside the arena, we can hear the crowd go crazy. Out steps Scott Ramsey, inside the crowd gets even louder.

DPB: Scott, go, get ready for our match tonight, I must find the Shadow and explain to him my concerns with his so called investigation.

Ramsey: I really think you�re looking at this the wrong way. The Shadow is simply trying to help solve this ever growing perplexity. Besides, taking the tag titles from those taints is the most important thing tonight.

DPB: I will see you before our match.

Ramsey: Fine.

The two men walk off�moments later, RPG comes strolling into view. He looks around, smiling ever so innocently before pulling out what appears to be a spray paint can. He looks around again and then begins to spray paint something onto the white limo. He steps back, admiring his work before scurrying off. The white limo now reads, in neon green, still wet spray paint�

I Luv Goat!

Back in the arena�

�Safer on the Outside� by American HiFi begins to play and the arena absolutely erupts as the nWEFF World Heavyweight Champion Slayer now stands a top the ramp. He has the nWEFF title belt slung over his shoulder and is wearing black warmup pants and an nWEFF t-shirt, obviously prepared for the battle he�ll encounter later tonight. Slayer makes his way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope and then calls for a microphone.

Payne:: I wonder what the champ is out here for.

Channon: I don�t think it matters, as the champion, he can come out and say whatever he wants.

Payne:: You are right on that.

Slayer motions for the crowd to quiet down and he motions for the music to be cut.

Slayer: Thank you for that warm reception. I must say, I forgot what it feels like to stand in front of the great nWEFF fans as the nWEFF champion�it feels damn good.

The crowd pops.

Slayer: But the reason I�m out here tonight is clear up some confusion. There�s been some speculation as to what the main event of next week�s Right 2 Remain Violent ppv will be. I�ve decided that as champion, I will make that distinction. Right now, I�d like to call out two men�JT Steel and SLR.

The crowd begins to cheer and then boo as DMX�s �Intro� begins to play and former nWEFF champion JT Steel comes to the ring.

Payne:: These two men had a classic match last week and this week, Steel is scheduled to referee the match between SLR and Slayer.

Steel enters the ring and he and Slayer never take their eyes off one another. The crowd then erupts for the Beastie Boys� �Sabatoge� as SLR enters the arena, smoking a cigarette. He walks down the ramp and slowly, while watching both men, gets into the ring. He looks at Steel and then flicks his cigarette at the former champion and Steel immediately makes a move towards SLR but Slayer stops Steel.

Slayer: Listen, both of you�now, SLR, you declared yourself the #1 contender and no one objected and thus, you�ve been granted your match here tonight. Steel, you put up one hell of a fight last week and you deserve a rematch. And quite frankly, with the 3 of us being involved in tonight�s main event, anything could happen and so to ensure that we all get a fair shake at this title, I propose a Triple Threat match at the PPV, with the 3 of us fighting it out, giving it all we got for the most prized title in the game.

Crowd pops.

Slayer: Steel? I know you�re anxious to get another shot at this strap, what do you say?

Steel looks at Slayer and then back at SLR and then at the nWEFF title belt over Slayer�s shoulder and then he snatches the mic from Slayer.

Steel:A chance to get my belt back, prove to the world that I�m a better wrestler than you and kick this stump�s ass in one match? I plan on it being quite the sweet homecoming for the Canadian Icon.

Slayer grabs the microphone back and then looks towards SLR.

Slayer:What do you say SLR? Regardless of tonight�s outcome, you�ll still be in the ring with the two of us for this strap on Tuesday.

Slayer tosses SLR the mic and he catches it.

SLR:I�m in.

SLR drops the mic and rolls out of the ring as Steel begins to head out himself.

Payne:: Wow, that�s a big announcement.

Channon: Triple Threat World Title match at the PPV, should be another classic.

Backstage�

RPG stands outside the locker room door labeled �Goat� and he knocks on the door. A few moments pass and the door opens revealing Fuk the Midget. FtM: What the fuck do you want?

RPG:Is he here?

FtM:And you�re referring too�?

RPG:The ultimate dreamboat, the creator of all things, Goat.

Fuk raises an eyebrow at the peculiar RPG but then motions for him to be patient. Fuk waddles off and soon comes back with the towering Goat who looks down at RPG rather curiously. RPG looks as if he�s going to faint.

RPG:Wow, it�s really you. I can�t believe it�can I have your autograph?

Goat looks down to see RPG pulling out an autograph book.

Goat: What�s the matter with you boy?

RPG: I�m not a boy, my name is Randi and I�m the world�s biggest Goat fan.

Goat:Oh, is that so?

RPG^Randi:It is, I have watched all of your matches that I have on tape over and over and I get the Nation of Goat newsletter every month.

Goat:So you are a follower of the almighty Goat?

RPG^Randi:That would be an understatement.

Goat: I see�would you be willing to prove your devotion? I have to go take care of something, would you care to partake in it?

RPG^Randi: I would be honored.

Goat leads the way as the two walk down the hall.

Backstage�

DPB walks down the hall and turns a corner, when he does, he runs into the Shadow. Both men stop and look at each other.

DPB:Shadow, just the person I wanted to see.

The Shadow:That�s funny, I was trying to find you. Listen DPB, I don�t appreciate the way you�ve run me down and accused me of certain acts lately. I�ve been busting my ass, gathering evidence when there isn�t any to try and find out who it was that attacked your fianc�. If you don�t want my efforts, that�s fine, I�ll leave you alone but you had better watch who you�re pointing fingers at.

DPB:I�m sorry Shadow but the way I see it, all the evidence points to you-

They are interrupted by Scott Ramsey who comes jogging into the picture.

Ramsey::DPB, there you are. I dropped my stuff in our locker room and then went to get something to eat, when I came back, our room was destroyed and I found this�

Ramsey hands DPB a letter that he reads aloud.

DPB: You idiot, you�re off base, the painted man didn�t attack Destiny and I�m much closer than you think.

DPB: Hmmm, this is interesting. Shadow, I believe I may have misjudged the situation. There�s no way you could have done this, you�ve been standing here talking to me for the last few minutes. Who does your evidence implicate?

The Shadow: Well, there are a few piece-

Out of nowhere, RPG and Goat charge around the corner with chairs and lay waste to the three men and then give each other a high five.

Back in the arena�

The lights in the arena dim as the heavy and frantic tune of "Divine" by Korn comes to life on the speakers as RPG walks out on the platform. He raises his hands high in the air as fireworks streak in a criss cross patter high over the ramp. RPG hops around excitedly as he approaches the ring...

Channon: Well Maxy here comes one of your favorite guys. Payne:: Oh Yeah.. RPG is one deranged little fucker� I wonder what he has in store for us tonight. He�s been acting very strange in regards to Goat. It appears that he may have spawned another alter ego.

Gneb comes out to the ring and then goes under it and Starts to throws stuff into the ring. A mop, a couple of Frying pans, a trash can and a ladder.

Channon: Is this supposed to be a hardcore match?

Payne:: No.. But Gneb is making a big mistake if he�s gonna trying a go hardcore with RPG.

RPG shrugs and as Gneb gets into the ring he gets out of the ring. He goes under the ring and pulls out a cookie jar and a 20 oz. bottle of mountain dew and then slides back in the ring� The ref, who is the same ref that always gets RPG matches looks as if he�s content to let this one just go.

Channon: A cookie jar and mountain dew�.

Payne:: You don�t want to know�

Gneb Charges RPG but RPG ducks under. Gneb stops himself from slamming into the corner only to get a school boy from RPG. 1�.2�. Kick out. Gneb is quick to his feet and so is RPG. Gneb charges again and gets an arm drag for his troubles. Gneb grabs the mop while getting up and then Charges again. RPG spins around and gets him in a waist lock but Gneb swing the mop back and knocks RPG to the ground. He continues to hit RPG with the Mop.. Rpg tries to get his feet but to no avail. Gneb breaks the mop over RPG�s back. Rpg writhes on the ground. Gneb picks up the trash can and jars it in between the top and second turnbuckle. He picks up RPG and Whips him into the corner with a crash, and RPG yells in pain.

Payne:: Come on RPG.. you gotta get back in this.. use your Tights of holding!!!

Channon: Gneb is holding his own against the volatile RPG.

Gneb advances towards the corner.. but stops When RPG starts screaming and holding his head� something to the effect of �Get out! Get out!� and �Be the Ball!� Gneb looks at him weirdly. RPG suddenly charges forward and slams his head into Gnebs stomach knocking him back. Rpg gets up screaming and holding his head again. Gneb quickly gets the frying pans. And slams then into RPG�s head.. it has seemingly no effect as RPG start to give a barrage of punches to him backing him into the corner and with a yell hops up the turn bucket, grabs Gneb in a headlock and spins around, nailing a tornado DDT. RPG bounces up and picks up the cookie jar and jams it in the corner between the top and second turnbuckle.

Channon: What in the hell is going on in there?

Payne:: Who cares.. ain�t it fun to watch?

RPG picks up Gneb and whips him hard into the corner.. so hard that he shatters the cookie Jar. Gneb starts to scream as he bolts out of the corner.. there is a midget on his back clawing and biting at him.

Channon: Holy shit!!! What the hell is that!?!

Payne:: It�s Mini-Brents!!!! The lovable Mini version of Tommy Brents!!!

Gneb backs into a corner and get the little guy off of him. Mini-brents scramble under the ring. RPG in the mean time picked up the mountain dew and took a drink. Gneb grabs the crushed trash can and then charges RPG and slams him on the back of the head, enraged. He continually slams it into RPG�s back until he isn�t moving. He turns him around and Retrieves the ladder and sets it up. Gneb starts to climb to the top with malicious intent in mind. But RPG bounce up to his feet and Scales the other side as Gneb gets up to the top. Gneb looks up just in time to see RPG spray mountain dew in his eyes and be blinded.

Payne:: The Stinging Green Mountain Dew Mist!!!!!!

Rpg quickly Jumps up and HIGH-ROLLER!!! From the top of the ladder!!!! He goes for the pin� 1�..2�..3!!!!

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner.. R�P�.G!

RPG slides out of the ring and drags Mini-brents from under the ring and head back to the back� Mini-brents scream incoherently all the way.

Channon: I�.. Don�t even know what to say at this point.

Payne:: Oh come on! I was a great match! RPG is a great Wrestler!

Channon: That may be the case but he is one peculiar fellow.

We return from break and Pearl Jam�s �Hail, Hail� is playing. Standing in the ring, with a microphone is none other than Goat.

Goat: I, Goat, your Lord and Savior, stand before you tonight about to make a challenge�next week, DPB, I want you and I want your title-

The crowd pops and Goat looks around surprised, thinking that crowd is behind him�what he doesn�t see is behind him, The Shadow has entered the ring, via repelling from behind. He begins to maliciously attack Goat, stomping viciously at the now fallen Goat.

Payne:: Looks like the Shadow didn�t take too kindly to the attack backstage by Goat and that weirdo RPG.

Channon: Looks like this match is underway.

The Shadow grabs Goat and pulls him to his feet and begins to unload on Goat with well placed shots before grabbing his leg and dragon leg whipping it. Shadow begins to terrorize the knee of Goat with stomps and leg locks. Shadow pulls Goat to his feet and shoots him into the ropes and then nails a dropkick to the knee of Goat who falls to the mat in pain. The Shadow hops out of the ring and grabs the leg of Goat, dragging him to the corner where he begins to whip the leg and knee of Goat around the ring post.

Payne:: The Shadow may have lost it, can you see that look in his eyes?

Shadow slides back in the ring and grabs Goat and drags him to the center of the ring. Shadow then locks on a half crab and begins to apply tremendous pressure to the knee of Goat who is trying desperately to get to the ropes�.GOAT taps!

Ring Announcer: Your winner�the SHADOW!

Payne:: Wow, Shadow simply took that match with ease.

Channon: Goat may be entertaining but he�s got a ways to go in the ring.

Backstage�

Goat walks down the hall, limping. In the distance, we see RPG and Mini-Brents heading for the door.

Goat: Hey, Randi�

RPG turns around and looks at Goat confused.

RPG:Excuse me?

Goat:Randi, where were you? Remember? You were supposed to come out there and help me against Shadow.

RPG looks at Goat up and down and then shakes his head.

RPG:Listen, Goat, is it? I�m not sure what you�re talking about but I would never allow myself to be seen with a ridiculous sight like yourself so you must have me mistaken with someone else.

RPG and Mini-Brents walk off, leaving Goat confused.

Back in the arena�

Payne:: This next match promises to be anything but predictable. Channon: Indeed! As Ramsey himself describes it, the Yin and Yang of anti-evil will have their hands full with one and a half teams worth of Hell�s Children. Payne:: Dark Angel may not be here, but Xavier, and the Tag Team Champions Serpyh and Xero, are not any less threatening, dangerous, or crazy. Channon: At least Ramsey�s in there � he can match up with just about anyone in that last department. Payne:: Well, as we�ve seen over the past few weeks, any version of Scott can show up. He�s been funny, humorous, easy-going, and he�s been angry, vengeful, and just plain bizarre.

Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out. As red pyro streams up from the entrance ramp, the crowd starts cheering. �In the End� by Linkin Park comes over the loudspeakers, and � after just a moment more of darkness, the house lights come back on. The curtain pushes aside, and not DPB, but Scott Ramsey, walks out. He comes to the top of the ramp, and waits. As soon as he comes to a stop, his tag partner for tonight, the Internet Champion himself comes out. Side-by-side, they walk down to the ring, looking every bit like polar opposites. DPB, with a smile on his face, dressed up in brand name clothing, clean shaven, the title gleaming on his shoulder; Ramsey, not clean shaven, looking like the alley fighter that he is, that focused, angered glare chiseled onto his face.

They get to the ring. Ramsey slides under the bottom rope, while DPB takes the stairs. They stand together in the middle of the ring, back to back, looking out over the crowd.

The lights go down once again, suddenly, and Linkin Park is cut short as �Fiend� by Coal Chamber comes on over the P.A. system. Xavier Price w/ Thomasina comes out to the top of the ramp. They stop there for a moment as lights go off around them, XP surveys the crowd and Thomasina looks up at him. They both walk down to the ring, as the referee forces Ramsey and DPB to the apron. Thomasina climbs the stairs and gets in first. XP then climbs over the top rope and gets in as well. Thomasina circles the ring once and XP stands in the middle hands clasped together and looking down. Thomasina then walks in front of him caresses his cheek and then turns around. XP raises his arms as black feathers start raining down from above covering everything.

He looks over to DPB and Ramsey, flashing a sadistic, cocky smile. DPB smiles back, nodding slightly, and then pointedly turns his back on XP. Ramsey�s glare intensifies, and he starts pulling on the ring ropes, obviously eager to get into the ring. XP laughs, taunting Ramsey further, and then slowly heads for his own corner.

Sirens come over the P.A. a moment before "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed floods into the arena. Serpyh walks through the curtain, the tag title over his shoulder, as Xero rises from a burning Ring of Fire on the stage. His own tag title is strapped around his waist. The fire fades, and he walks over to his partner�s side. They walk down to the ring, surrounded, enveloped, by flashing lights of red, blue, and purple. Xero slides into the ring, as Serpyh takes the stairs, and the leader of Hell�s Children walks over to the turnbuckle. Climbing up to the second rope, he takes off the tag title, and lets it hand at his side from his fist, as he surveys the crowd, a look of disgust on his face.

After Serpyh and Xero hand over their titles, the ref calls for the bell, and the match is officially underway. Xero motions Serpyh towards their corner, and then leans back against the ropes, watching DPB and Ramsey carefully. They, meanwhile, are playing a game of rock-paper-scissors to decide who goes in first. Ramsey goes with trusty, dependable rock, and gets covered by DPB�s paper. The Internet Champion is in first.

DPB steps through the ropes, and XP is immediately all over him. XP knees DPB in the gut, and then puts some massive forearms to the back of his neck. XP puts his body in between DPB and the ref, and starts choking DPB. Ramsey reaches over the ropes, grabs a fistful of XP�s long hair, and starts tugging on it. He starts screaming at the ref about what he saw, but the ref is directing all his attention on Ramsey, telling him to let go. Finally, Ramsey listens, but the ref sticks around to give him some more verbal warnings. XP drags DPB away from the corner, and Ramsey, and chops DPB in the throat. The Internet Champ goes down.

Payne:: A lot of big men in this match-up: Serpyh, XP, DPB.

Channon: Not like being bigger is much of an advantage against guys like Ramsey and Xero. Though smaller, they�ll throw anything at anybody, and neither is above the occasional rule bending.

Payne:: They�ll certainly stand toe-to-toe with anybody and brawl it out.

XP picks DPB up, as the ref finally gets his attention back towards the action, and he whips him off the ropes. DPB shoots back towards XP � and just gets his head taken off by a clothesline, out of nowhere, by Xero. Sickening! DPB�s body doesn�t seem sure which way to fall, going sideways, forwards, and around in a circle all at once.

Payne:: Xero says he has the best clotheslines in the business.

Channon: After seeing that, I might not disagree!

Xero stands up, and puts a few boots to DPB�s forehead. He then lays his foot across the big man�s throat, applying pressure. DPB, give him credit, doesn�t give Xero any satisfaction, or any hint that this is bothering him. The ref quickly steps in, and gives Xero a five-count, which he stretches for a few seconds. The ref finally gets involved physically, pushing Xero back. A sick grin on his face, Xero spreads his arms to the side innocently.

Channon: He can get disqualified, and he still gets to keep the titles.

Payne:: Well, he�s never been about titles. My guess is, this is going to be a statement match.

XP steps in, hefts a shaken DPB to his feet, and slaps on an armbar, which he uses to drive DPB back to the ground. Lying with his face down on the mat, DPB doesn�t even see it coming: Xero shoots off the ropes, and comes back with a vicious leg drop to the back of DPB�s head. XP keeps the submission hold on, while Xero slowly climbs to the top ropes.

XP, screaming at DPB to give up, screaming right into his ear that he has no hope, wrenches tighter on the hold. DPB�s dazed eyes suddenly come into sharp focus, not from pain, but from determination as he looks at XP angrily. Xero comes off the top rope, landing another leg drop to the back of DPB�s head. The Internet Champ�s face buries into the mat, and he goes motionless.

Payne:: It�s been all Hell�s Children so far. Not even a whimper of offense from DPB. Channon: Give DPB some credit � he never really had a chance, not to mention having the life choked out of him. Thankfully Ramsey stepped in.

Payne:: Well, in hindsight, Ramsey grabbing XP�s hair may have done more damage than good. It opened the door for another cheap shot from XP, and it�s been downhill for the duo since then.

Channon: True.

XP cranks on DPB�s arm, which is coincidentally the arm he uses for his chokeslams, while Xero repeatedly kicks the Internet Champ in the ribs. Ramsey is livid in his corner, pointing, gesturing, yelling, and finally he can�t take it anymore. He comes over the top ropes, and runs over to stomp on the back of XP�s head, finally breaking the hold.

The ref on Ramsey in a heartbeat, threatening to disqualify him. He herds Ramsey back to his corner, chastising Ramsey the entire time. XP, on his knees, rubbing the back of his head, while Xero walks over behind the ref to taunt Ramsey some more. Ramsey glaring angrily at Xero, as XP recovers, and starts choking DPB once again. Finally realizing that he�s making things more difficult on his partner, Ramsey retreats from the ring.

Xero still standing close to Ramsey�s corner, an evil smile on his face. He shakes his head at Ramsey, and does the �tsk tsk� motion: dragging one index finger along the other. Ramsey tugging at the ropes; he wants in badly. With the ref now looking once again, XP subtly changes the chokehold into a sleeper, lifting DPB�s head off the mat just a bit.

Payne:: This is a sickeningly smart plan. They�ve got Ramsey�s anger in their pocket, and they�re using it to their advantage.

Channon: Meanwhile, XP keeps the big, powerful, dangerous DPB grounded with choke after submission move after choke after submission move.

DPB, suddenly getting some fight in him, fights to a sitting position. It doesn�t help all the much, since it allows XP to put a knee into DPB�s back, in addition to the sleeper. Xero walks over, leaning close to DPB, and lets loose a long list of insulting, unflattering things about Destiny, Chris, and DPB himself. The ref comes over, checking with DPB. He lifts the man�s hand, and DPB doesn�t even let it drop once. Xero motions XP off, and quickly blasts DPB in the face with the bottom of his boot. He goes for a cover, and gets a short one count.

Payne:: After all the punishment he�s taken, they only got a one count!

Xero stands up slowly, looking down at DPB lying at his feet. He doesn�t seem at all frustrated or upset. He just shakes his head, that disturbing smile spread all over his face. He slowly backpedals over to his corner, and tags in Serpyh. He motions XP to head over to a corner and take a little breather.

Serpyh comes in, and wastes no time laying into DPB, first with some stiff boots, and then dropping down to his knees to bash at DPB�s face. Serpyh hauls DPB to his feet, and the Internet Champion looks out of it. He closed-fist backhands DPB across the face, which brings another round of yelling and protest from Ramsey, who � wisely, this time � stays outside of the ring. XP is chatting with Thomasina as Serpyh continues his work.

He whips DPB into the corner, harshly. As DPB stumbles out, Serpyh just drills him into the mat with a diving clothesline. Serpyh up quickly, and he drags DPB to the turnbuckle. He brings DPB to a standing position, and starts in with a series of standing clotheslines that plaster DPB into the turnbuckle. Serpyh takes a step back, readying a particularly nasty clothesline.

DPB puts a leg out, catching Serpyh in the stomach. Not anything devastating, but it�s offense, and it catches Serpyh off-guard. DPB suddenly explodes out of the corner with a flurry of punches and kicks, driving a stunned Serpyh towards the center of the ring. The crowd comes alive. DPB grabs Serpyh by the head, and roughly shoves him aside as XP comes charging towards him. DPB sidesteps, catches XP around the waist, and delivers a German suplex that folds XP like an unused chair. XP rolls away, as DPB comes up to his feet quickly.

Serpyh coming back, and takes another gut kick from DPB, this one with a lot more velocity. He pulls Serpyh into a drop suplex. Quickly, he refocuses his attention on XP, who is struggling to his feet. A stiff right to the jaw puts XP on his heels. DPB reaches out, hooks on an armbar, and drags XP to the ground. Though not quite as technical as XP, it�s effective, and DPB really cranks on it. He�s getting somewhere, until he�s rudely kicked in the back of the head by Serpyh.

Payne:: There�s just not much chance of DPB fighting off two guys.

Channon: He needs to get Ramsey in there.

Payne:: I think he wants to get a bigger piece of these guys, first.

Serpyh confidently brings DPB up to his feet. DPB smacks Serpyh�s hand away, then latches onto Serpyh�s arm and whips him off the ropes. Serpyh shoots off, and comes back, right into the set up for the Chokeslam! The crowd is going wild. XP steps up, trying to break up the move, but he gets a punch to the face and a kick to the sternum for his efforts. DPB looks back to Serpyh, who is trying to dislodge the hand around his throat. DPB struggles to get him up, both because of Serpyh�s size and his weakened arm, but he does, and then he brings Serpyh down to the mat with attitude.

DPB walks over to his corner, and holds out his hand. Ramsey smacks it, drawing another large response from the crowd. Ramsey hops over the top rope, and comes into the ring like a whirlwind, descending upon XP with a whir of haymakers and hooks. He�s just got his head lowered, and he�s going to town. XP, after taking quite a bit of punishment, finally goes down. Ramsey spins around, quickly moving over to the fallen Serpyh. He picks Serpyh up, only to put him back down with a sloppy piledriver.

Payne:: Not the most technical thing I�ve ever seen, but it puts their head onto the mat hard, and that�s all that counts.

Ramsey stands up, his two opponents laid out on the mat. He spares enough time to cast a glare at Xero, who is leaning on the ropes, looking quite bored. Ramsey turns back towards XP, who is now on his feet, and moving towards a corner. He comes up from behind XP, grabbing the back of XP�s collar and pulling the bigger man up short. He lights up XP with some more fists across the jaw, and then pulls XP towards the center of the ring. He whips XP, and then runs off towards the opposite ropes. They hit the ropes on opposite sides of the ring at the same time, and already, Ramsey has his shoulder dropped, telegraphing a spear.

It never comes: Thomasina, almost forgotten at ringside, grabs Ramsey�s ankles and pulls. He flops hard, face first, to the mat. XP halts himself in the middle of the ring. He walks over to Serpyh and helps him to his feet. Together, they walk towards Ramsey.

Channon: Uh-oh. Ramsey�s not in a good way.

Payne:: Yep. They�re plotting on him, now.

Ramsey gets to his feet on his own, and looks back and forth between the two big men approaching him. He, surprisingly, attacks first, flying forward and delivering punches left and right. XP and Serpyh both lift an arm, push him back, and then they link those arms, rush forward, and take Ramsey�s head off with a double clothesline.

They haul him to his feet, drag him towards the center of the ring, and set him up for a double vertical suplex. They let him hand upside down for five or six seconds, before just dropping him to the mat. They pick him back up, and Serpyh puts him in a powerbomb position. XP climbs to the top rope, waiting for Serpyh to pick him up. Serpyh does so, holding him there. Ramsey is about four feet away from XP, and facing him. XP comes off with a flying clothesline, timed perfectly with the powerbomb from Serpyh, and Ramsey is left looking like a car hit him.

Channon: I thought Serpyh was going for that Final Choir.

Payne:: That might actually have been worse than Serpyh�s finishing move.

Channon: XP and Serpyh, now, just lightly kicking the laid out Ramsey. They�re just toying with him.

DPB in his corner, finally understanding how Ramsey must have felt just standing there, watching his partner getting decimated. Instead of Ramsey�s anger, however, DPB responds by shouting encouragement to his partner. XP and Serpyh bring the dazed Ramsey back to his feet, and drag him � with no help from the limp Ramsey - over towards Xero.

Payne:: Is it just me, or does Ramsey have a gimmick going here, of taking brutal punishment in his matches?

Channon: It�s true. Every match he�s ever been involved with, he eventually ends up looking like that.

Payne:: If Xero�s coming in, it�s only going to get worse.

Xero is coming in, in fact; Serpyh applies the tag. As Serpyh lets go to get out of the ring, Ramsey sags to one side, held up only by one arm by XP. Xero motions XP to take him back to the center of the ring, and then he slowly walks a full circle around Ramsey, like a shark that�s smelled blood. Finally deciding what to do Xero steps forward, relieves XP of the limp body, and quickly puts Ramsey to the mat with a devastating Springboard DDT.

Channon: That�s one of Xero�s trademark moves. I have a feeling this match is almost over.

Payne:: Xero not going for a cover, though. He�s just staring down at Ramsey. I would almost swear I see visions of the Down dancing in his head.

Channon: That�s right! These two have been through the Down together.

Xero�s lip curls up, as he slowly falls to his knees beside Ramsey. He spreads his arms out wide, throwing his head back and staring up at the ceiling. XP walks a slow circle around this bizarre scene, and then smiles that sick smile over to DPB. Xero brings his hands before him, as if in prayer, and lowers his head. He stares at the inert form of his opponent, and then runs a hand back through his blood-red hair. Standing up quickly, he snaps his fingers, and points to Ramsey. XP steps forward, and � with no resistance from Ramsey � hits with an almost anti-climatic Dante�s Inferno.

Channon: This is almost difficult to watch. XP, now, connecting with his trademark move. It has to be over now.

Xero slowly makes a cover. 1. . . 2 . . . Thre-

Ramsey slides a shoulder up! Xero takes Ramsey around the head, and slams it into the mat repeatedly and brutally, in a sudden burst of anger and frustration. Ramsey wet noodles with each slam, and then, when Xero is sated, goes limp once again. He stands up, turning his back on Ramsey, and lets out a deep breath. He runs his hands through his hair again, and then turns back around. XP picks Ramsey up, and holds the smaller man�s arms behind his back, leaving him wide open to whatever Xero wishes to inflict upon him.

Xero slowly walks in, and Ramsey comes out of nowhere with a boot to Xero�s stomach. Ramsey pushes backwards, driving XP�s back into the nearest turnbuckle, and then he shoots out, slamming into Xero with a spear! He slowly gets to his hands and knees, taking large, ragged breaths. Not having enough energy to look up, he crawls towards DPB with his head lowered.

A figure comes running from the back, charging down towards the ring. It�s Goat! A moment later, Fuk the Midget waddles from the back, and down towards the ring. Goat goes around the ring, coming behind DPB and grabbing the Internet Champ by the tights. Goat pulls DPB off of the apron, and lands a T-Bone suplex before the startled Internet Champion knows what hit him.

Payne:: Damn! What DON�T DPB and Ramsey have to deal with tonight?!

Back in the ring, Ramsey, his head still lowered, gets close to his corner, and desperately holds his hand out. When DPB doesn�t tag his hand, he starts waving it around, swiping at the air. Finally he looks up, and he has just about enough time to get confused before both Xero and XP are upon him, stomping him into the mat.

DPB and Goat are on the outside, trading blows. Recovered from Goat surprise offense, DPB is getting into a groove with a series of punches. Back in the ring, XP stretches Ramsey with The Learning Curve. Just before Ramsey blacks out from the hold, XP lets him go. Xero picks Ramsey up, and with a disgusting look of satisfaction on his face, easily connects with the Xero Down. Xero rolls Ramsey up. Ramsey is as tough as they come, but he�s not kicking out of this. The ref counts to three, and the bell rings.

Ring Announcer: Your winners and STILL NWEFF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS�XERO AND SERYPH!

Serpyh comes into the ring, grabs the ref, and tosses him over the top rope. Xero slides out of the ring, gets the tag title belts and tosses them up and into the ring. Then, he goes under the ring, pulling out two tables and a ladder. He puts all of that into the ring, one by one. DPB, seeing all of this, pushes away from Goat, and starts over towards Xero. He stops short, doubling over, clutching at his groin. Fuk, having delivered a nasty low blow, laughs loudly and waddles away. Goat comes up from behind DPB, hooks, and then lands, a German suplex.

Back in the ring, they have the ladder and one table set up. Ramsey is laid out on the table, his eyes closed, a smear of blood above his right eye, coming from a small cut. Xero climbs to the top of the ladder, lets the crowd realize that no good can come from this, spreads his arms wide once again, and then jumps from the top of the ladder. He flips in mid-air, and lands on top of Ramsey in a sitting position. The table snaps, and both Ramsey and Xero spill to the mat, Ramsey getting the brunt of the impact.

They set up the other table, and Serpyh hauls Ramsey to his feet. He does the Final Choir, a powerbomb to DVD, through the table. XP steps into the carnage, reaches down, and hooks on The Learning Curve once again.

Payne:: I know what this is about � XP and Ramsey are two of the four competitors for that new title. This isn�t just a statement, but XP is trying to send Ramsey into the PPV all beat up.

Channon: Trying? It looks like that�s exactly what�s going to happen.

Outside the ring, DPB back on his feet, trying to defend himself from Goat, who is unrelenting in his attack. The crowd starts cheering as the Invaders comes sprinting down to the ring. Odin, another competitor for the new title, slides into the ring, while Loki goes around to help DPB. Odin gets the drop on Xero, grabbing him and running him over the top rope. Serpyh charges towards Odin, but he back body drops him over the ropes as well. Odin grabs XP, and pulls him off of Ramsey.

Back outside of the ring, Goat lays Loki out with a big boot. He brushes himself off, leers down at Loki, turns around, and finds himself getting gut kicked, and put into a Devastating Power Bomb! DPB hits with his move, and Goat isn�t moving on the outside.

Serpyh and Xero slide into the ring, as Odin drops XP with an elbow to the top of the head. They rush Odin, punching and kicking at him. The crowd starts cheering again as RPG comes tearing down the ramp. He slides into the ring, and pushes the tired Xero and Serpyh away from Odin � but only so that he can start laying into Odin himself!

Channon: And there�s the fourth and final competitor for that new title!

Payne:: You had to figure he�d make an appearance sooner or later.

Xero and Serpyh aren�t quite sure what to do with themselves. They look around, surveying the whole situation. Outside the ring, Loki is laid out, while Goat and DPB trade blows. Goat gets the advantage, lifts up DPB, and leaves him out to dry on the guard rail. Turning back to the ring, amidst the fallen ladder and the shattered tables, XP is back up, kicking the still motionless Ramsey, while RPG is stomping a mudhole into Odin in the corner.

Xero and Serpyh don�t stay unoccupied for long: two more people come down to the ring! Gneb and Finley James slide in, and start tangling with the tag team champions. This fight spills over to the outside, leaving the four contenders for the new title alone in the ring.

XP and RPG finally notice each other, and they start going at it viciously. Neither one gives any ground to the other. Odin, shaking off RPG�s assault, goes over to make sure Ramsey is okay. Ramsey has finally come to, and he gets to his knees shakily. He looks over at XP and RPG, and then up at Odin. He realizes the four people that are in the ring, and leaps to an incorrect assumption: he pushes Odin, and then comes to his feet, and swings a wild haymaker that both connects, and brings him off his feet again. Odin, acting on instinct, drops an elbow to Ramsey�s chest.

XP gets the advantage on RPG, and tosses Randall over the top rope. He follows him out. Odin gets up, checking on Ramsey once again, but keeping a bit more distance this time. DPB, who only saw Odin elbow dropping Ramsey, slides into the ring, intent on coming to the aid of his tag partner. He runs Odin down with a clothesline, and kneels next to Ramsey.

Goat stealthily slides into the ring, waits for DPB to stand up, and quickly latches on with the Word of Goat! DPB is helpless and alone in the middle of the ring. . . there are brawling wrestlers all over the place outside of the ring. . .

And we are already a few minutes past when we have to take a commercial break!

As the scene fades, we hear Payne: screaming.

Payne:: No! No! Keep it here! This is great action

We return from break and DMX�s �Intro� is playing.

Payne:: Looks like it�s main event time.

Referee JT Steel pushes aside the curtain, and comes to stand at the top of the entrance ramp. A water bottle hangs loosely at his side. His eyes seem unfocused, far away. Slowly, he brings the bottle to his lips, and takes a large drink. He stands there for a moment, and then raises his arms, and sprays the water out in mist form. He starts walking down to the ring. Even without the belt, he still has that unique walk of a champion. He tosses the half-empty water bottle somewhere out into the crowd on his left. Steel walks up to the ring, and slides under the bottom rope. He turns back towards the entrance, looking almost disgusted.

"Sabatoge" by the Beastie Boys begins to play as the top of the ramp is slowly immersed by smoke. The crowd then roars as the Hardcore God, the Smoking Man, the man they call SLR, steps through the smoke and makes his way to the ring. Steel shakes his head as SLR makes his way to the ring. When the Smoking Man slides into the ring, Steel walks over and initiates a stare-down. Neither man moves, blinks � they don�t even appear to be breathing. As SLR�s theme music fades, there is almost compete silence; the fans are just waiting to see what�s going to happen.

�Aw, isn�t this cute?� a familiar, cocky, humored voice says over the loud speakers. Most of the crowd starts cheering right away, not having to wait for. . .

"Safer on the Outside" by American Hi-Fi floods into the stadium. The crowd comes to its feet as one, cheering loudly. In the ring, both SLR and Steel turn towards the entrance ramp. The nWEFF-tron fills with static, and then fades to black. Zooming in from the background, and eventually taking up the whole screen, in futuristic, metallic font, is 'Slayer.' When the chorus hits, the man himself pushes aside the curtain, and comes to a stop at the top of the entrance ramp. A moment later, Dustin Packwood comes out, his arms raises high above his head. He high steps to Slayer�s side.

The World Champion turns, shakes his head, and points to the back. When Dustin won�t go, Slayer actually reaches out to shove him towards the back. His �sidekick� finally, reluctantly leaves. Pushing the glimmering World Title back up onto his shoulder, Slayer turns and surveys the cheering crowd. He smiles, nods once, and then heads down to the ring.

He walks around the ring, heading for the announcer�s table, apparently wanting to drop of the belt personally. In the ring, Steel begins his referee duties by checking SLR�s sleeves and belt-line for weapons of any sort.

Payne:: What is Slayer doing?

Steel lifts SLR�s boot, tapping it, feeling around it, making sure that the boots are also clean. Slayer slides into the ring, a folded chair sandwhiched between his body and the ring. SLR has his back to Slayer, and is paying more attention to Steel, anyway, so he never sees it coming as the chair shot comes down right on top of his head. SLR�s head crunches down into his shoulders, and he stumbles forward. Steel moves out of the way, and Slayer baseball swings the chair into the back of SLR�s head. After two of the most powerful chair-swings anybody has seen for a long while, the Hardcore God finally finds himself on the mat.

Slayer turns to Steel. Because the shocked crowd is silent, we can hear them speak.

Slayer: Are you going to disqualify me?

Steel: Well, technically, I suppose the match hadn�t officially started yet.

Slayer nods, and listens for a moment. When he doesn�t hear a bell to begin the match, he drops the chair in the middle of the ring, picks up SLR, and executes a stalling piledriver right into the chair. Slayer stands up, and starts screaming at SLR.

Slayer: Aren�t you the Hardcore God? This should be nothing, right?

He picks the chair up once again, and plasters the fallen SLR across the head once again. Finally, the crowd seems to come out of their shock, and they�re booing. Concession stand items are finding their way into the ring. Slayer ignores all of it, as he nails SLR again. The chair comes up bloody this time.

Finally, Referee JT Steel, who looked as shocked as anybody else, grabs the chair from behind Slayer and pulls it out of his hands. Slayer whirls around, and looks like he�s about ready to go after JT, too. Steel waggles a finger, points to the ring announcer�s table, and the bell rings to officially start this match.

Payne:: I�m just looking at Slayer, and wondering where the fuck that came from.

Channon: Honey, language.

Slayer grabs the bloodied, motionless SLR, and drags the Smoking Man to his feet. Slayer has to hold the smaller man up, and now � with his free hand � he�s just smacking SLR across the face.

Channon: This is just complete disrespect.

Payne:: Look at Steel � he�s trying to keep a straight face, but you know he�s enjoying seeing SLR like this.

Channon: I think he could have enjoyed watching Slayer get the same treatment, as well.

Payne:: True.

Slayer slowly, methodically, puts SLR into position for the DOA. There is no resistance. The back of SLR�s head, already bloody from the chairshots, smacks into the mat, and the Smoking Man folds up sickeningly.

Payne:: Ah, God. Slayer�s not done.

Channon: He�s going to do the DOA again. This is sick.

Slayer does do his finishing move a second time. He stands up, looking at the sploches of blood in the center of the ring. He puts his boot into one, and starts smearing it around. With his bloodied boot, he soccerball-style kicks SLR in the side of the head � hard.

He then slowly kneels next to SLR, pulls the Smoking Man onto his back, and applies a sloppy, nonchalant pin. Steel gets down, and very slowly makes the count.

Payne:: It almost seems as if Steel is counting this way to rub it into SLR.

After about seven seconds, we finally have a three count, and Steel raises Slayer�s victorious hand. The crowd is booing heavily. Slayer tears his hand away from Steel, and slides out of the ring. He heads over to the announcer�s table, and we see that the fans in the front row are flipping him off. He ignores all of this, as he grabs the belt and a microphone. He slides back in the ring, and stands above SLR. Steel has retreated to a corner, and Slayer watches him carefully the entire time. Amazingly, as if the crowd wants to hear what Slayer has to say, the Champ quickly gets enough silence to speak.

Slayer: I sat around all week, with plenty of good scripts for WCT laying around. Unfortunately, I just didn�t have the heart to do any of them. Because SLR and I were friends, because I respected SLR, and because I just didn�t feel like being a mindless prick with SLR. I wasn�t lying when I said SLR is one of the few men with the ability to think outside the box, and I really wasn�t lying when I said that if SLR and I were to have a match, I wanted to do it right

He stops, thinking for a moment, stroking at his goatee.

Slayer: And what exactly is �right�? Is it two friends coming out for a week, parading around their respect and admiration for each other? Is it a handshake match, and �may the best man win�? Hell no.

He scans the crowd again, an angry look in his eyes. His jaw is clenched shut, tightly.

Slayer: �Right� is two guys that hate each other, two guys who�ve lost blood before. �Right� is two guys that not only want to win the match, but want to beat the hell out of their opponent first; first, they want to send a message. �Right� is the vicious, bloody, no-holds-barred �slobber-knockers� for which this federation has become famous. �Right� is not tea-time. �Right� is not friendly.

He adjusts the title on his shoulder.

Slayer: And so I sat and thought all week. You know, SLR, old friend � this may be our last run. Indeed, the sands are not plentiful in the top half of the hourglass. We�ve both established quite a history � quite a legacy. But these next few months will be what most people will remember. And you are the nWEFF. You are the poster boy. You are the knight in shining armor for this fed, whenever they have the need for such a thing.

He kneels next to SLR, and pats the unconscious man�s head. With a look of disgust on his face, he wipes his hand on his tights.

Slayer: So, obviously, you couldn�t be the one to do what I think I�m going to have to do, for �right.� Besides, WCT was such a bore when I was being nice.

He sniggers.

Slayer: And that�s only the beginning of my reasons, only the tip of the iceberg that is my motivation.

He tosses the microphone to Steel, not letting us know any more about why this has happened.

Steel: Remember those times when you laid me out? Those times when you claimed you had complete control over the situation?

He drops the microphone, and picks up SLR. It�s obvious what�s coming: A Taste of Steel. To a chorus of refreshed boos, Steel and Slayer exit the ring together, and head towards the back, leaving SLR laying face down in his own blood, right in the center of the ring.

Payne:: What does this mean for the PPV?