(From the America West Arena in Phoenix, Arizona) The Chaos intro runs with "Desire" by U2 in the background. When that is finished, the camera opens up into America West Arena where a panoramic view of the crowd and ring is shown. Laser lights flash all over the the ring area and the fans are going crazy. Some hold up signs like "Hey Zoo, Pass The Bong!" and "Pickle Rules!". Brad: Welcome everyone to the post-Wrestlecade edition of Monday Night Chaos!!! If you didn't get a chance to see the greatest event in history last Sunday night, you missed one hell of a show! And tonight we will start feeling the ramifications of that event ....and begin our journey toward the Triple Crown! With me as always is Doc Dillinger! Doc, have you recovered from last weekend's extravaganza? Doc: Let me tell you Brad, I am STILL pumped! I can still feel the emotions and the excitement from Wrestlecade! Something tells me RAWF will only get more and more exciting as the weeks go by. Wrestlecade set the pace! Brad: Now let's talk about The Triple Crown! The Crown is the newest championship gold to be introduced here in RAWF! Other feds have called it a Triple Threat Championship ...or a Triangle Championship ...here in RAWF it will be the Triple Crown! Here in the next few weeks ...including tonight .... we will be holding nine qualifying matches ...all of these Triple Threat matches ...and the nine winners will go on to Miami Florida on May 11 to compete in the tournament for this new title! Doc: But instead of a belt, the winner receives a crown? Brad: That's what I'm told Doc. Doc: If anyone deserves to wear a crown around here it's Dirge! Especially coming off that win at Wrestlecade. Brad: Don't get me started on that. I'm still fuming. Tonight the Quest For The Crown begins with three qualifying matches! Plus our Main Event for the United States Championship ... Ryne Blood defending against the very impressive Dynamite Newton! All this and much much more, let's get the ball rolling! Our first match.. "TAKE NO PRISONERS! TAKE NO SH*T!" Brad: ...will apparently be delayed. It appears our World Champion is on his way out here! Doc: Well I for one am pleasantly suprised! The lights instantly extinguish right as this is blasted through the arena in the screechy voice of Megadeth's lead singer Dave Mustaine ( "Take no prisoners!") and then in the low growls of the rest of the band ("Take no sh*t!"). It is closely followed by loud and fast guitars and spurts of fast drumbs and symballs. Eventually this tails off into a short guitar solot that is occasionally broken by rapid guitar riffs. This reapeats for a few moments with lights flashing and various video shots of wrestlers being hit with "The Spinebreaker" as the rapid beat of the song starts. Finally Dirge emerges from backstage to a fantastic light show of red and gold, Erik a few steps behind. The RAWF World Title gleams in the lights, casting out it's gold reflection from upon Dirge's right shoulder. They walk to the edge of the stage where the ramp starts and stop, Erik taking the World Title from Dirge's shoulder and walking around to his front. Erik kneels down in front of Dirge and holds the Title up for a few seconds in front of him as Dirge crosses his arms across his massive trunk of a body, his imfamous cocky smile etched across his face. The two stand at the ramp and soak in the jeers for a few seconds then Dirge walks around the front of Erik and stands there with his arms folded across his chest and his smirk on his face. Erik stands up and drapes the RAWF World Title across his shoulder then folds his arms as the two begin walking to the ring. Dirge walks down to the ring in a hail of trash, boos and impolite epithets with Erik a couple of feet behind him, occasionally plucking junk out of the air and throwing back at the crowd. The two men get to the ring and walk up the stairs, Erik moves in front of Dirge and holds the ropes for him. Dirge steps through them and walks to center ring. The song continues and Dirge stands at center ring, holding the RAWF World Title above his head for everyone to see as Erik stands off to his left smirking. Dirge: Ahh my adoring public, always cheering for me. I know you're all proud because I easily handled that no account John Patrick to retain MY RAWF World Heavyweight Title. Dirge smirks and shifts the RAWF World Title on his shoulder and Erik stands behind him with his arms folded across his chest. At this point the boos are loud, but not deafening. After a few seconds, and a few articles of thrown trash landing at his feet Dirge lifts the mic up to speak again. Dirge: Aww...what's the matter? Are you all still angry because I took your hero and left him laying on his back staring at the lights just as I said I would? Face it folks, this title is mine and it's going to stay with me for a long time. I don't understand how you could all be stupid enough to get your hopes up that "The Legend by Delusion" would have stood any chance at beating me. How could that not have been as obvious a longshot to you as it was to me? What is it with you people? Is it the water around here or something? Does it make you all that dull? The jeers grow louder and a small "Layne" chant starts somewhere in the arena. Dirge listens to this for a few seconds then shakes his head and smiles, a short laugh escaping him. Behind him Erik scowls a bit. Dirge: Chant whatever the hell you want, I couldn't care less. Face it, it doesn't matter whether I ended up standing tall or face down at the end of Wrestlecade. In the end I still held the World Heavyweight Title and that's all that really means anything. It doesn't matter a bit whether you cheer or boo me. If you're cheering me I really have to congratulate you on being at least a "smart mark" or at best a true conesseour of what wrestling should be. Placing greatness in the hands of someone like John Patrick is like handing the controls of a seven-forty-seven airliner to a blind man and expecting him to stick the landing. I'll let you draw your own conclusions as to the outcome of that project. Dirge smirks again and rolls his eyes, knowing full well that some people will come to the wrong conclusion about that statement. He reaches back and Erik hands him a bottle of water, he removes the cap and takes a liberal swig then recaps it and hands it back to Erik. Dirge: Much better. It wouldn't be good for the World Champion to get parched in the middle of a promo would it ? No, it wouldn't. Now...you all watched Wrestlecade and saw me demolish "Geriatric" John Patrick for the World Title, thus killing his RAWF career. Upon this statement the crowd erupts into thunderous boos and begins littering the ring with trash, the "Layne" chant also grows as well. Dirge kicks some of the crap out of the ring and makes an exaggerated point of moving the World Title from one shoulder to the other, making it a point to hold it up for all to see for a few seconds before placing it on the other shoulder. At the end of it he purposefully lets out a very "Ted Dibiase" like laugh, clearly mocking the fan's anger. Dirge: I love that sound. Please, do continue. Just keep staring at me with the World Title if it helps, I don't mind the attention. The jeers grow louder and the trash more plentiful as Dirge stands there and chats with Erik. Finally he turns away and lifts the mic again. Dirge: Enough talk of that washed up old man John Patrick. He had the chance to be come the top dog in RAWF and he took his barbies and went home. I say good riddance to such crap, we don't need him anyway. He pauses again and just stands silently with his arms folded across his chest then grins at Erik and raises the mic again. Dirge: Now, Wrestlecade also saw some bad things happen. Namely the crippling of Aaron Justice at the hands of Erik and Matt, an act that I already cleared up with Aaron and the defection of Alex Layne. Now Aaron, as I said I already cleared up...but Layne and his childish act are something that has left Evolution in a state of limbo. In fact the biggest question on everyone's lips right now is what's going to happen to it. With that in mind I'd like to call our only remaining member, Matt "Daddy" Higgerson, to come out to the ring so I can clear it up right now. Dirge and Erik turn towards the entrance ramp as "Never Gunna Stop" starts to blare through the arena speakers and Matt "Daddy" Higgerson steps out onto the ramp to a thunderous boo. He points to his "Evolution" t--shirt and then to Dirge and Erik. Dirge gives him a "thumbs up" and Erik stares motionless and expressionless at him. Matt walks down to the ramp and slides in, coming to stand about a foot from Dirge. Erik walks over and grabs a mic and holds onto it as Dirge holds his up and looks at Higgerson. Dirge: So Higg, how are you tonight? It's good to see you here and I want to commend you again for your decision to join Evoution. Matt: Well thanks big man, I'm.. Dirge: Great, that's fabulous. Now, as you know Alex Layne stabbed us in the back at Wrestlecade, his ego and greed just got the better of him. With this situation in mind it seems that Evolution is just you, I and Erik now. Matt: Hey, who needs... Dirge: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now, to be honest Alex was a pretty important part of Evolution, he was going to step up and take Aaron's place as my right hand. As you can see that won't happen now. So, with that in mind I'm going to be up front with you Matt, you deserve that much. Evolution is dead. It's that simple. The announcement causes the crowd to erupt into a thunderous cheer, a reaction that gets a bit of a scowl from Dirge and Erik before the resume their previous expressions. Higgerson's face however is registering shock and dismay to say the least. He starts to argue the point with Dirge but is only met with Dirge holding up his hand for silence. After Higgerson quiets down he continues. Dirge: So, with all that in mind Matt I just want to shake your hand and thank you for your enthusiasm. Best of luck to you in the future. Dirge holds out his hand. Matt hesitates and looks ready to argue some more, but after a few seconds he sighs, shrugs. Higgerson takes Dirge's hand and shakes it very energetically. He does the same to Erik then stands there not knowing what to do next. Dirge drops his mic and he and Erik turn to leave the ring. They turn and walk away, with Dirge getting half way through the ropes when the crowd starts to react to something. Brad: Wait a minute...what the hell... Although Matt doesn't realize it a man with a chair slides into the ring and comes up behind him. He stands silently for a second as Higgerson is too intent on Dirge and Erik leaving as Megadeth's "Take No Prisoners" to even notice it. Brad: Hold the phone... isn't that BAGGS? Higgerson turns around is met by a chair shot and falls back down to the mat. Dirge then grabs Higgerson and picks him up. Erik grabs the chair and holds it up against Matt's face. Baggs steps back a few steps. He then rods back and nails what he calls the Fatal Blow in the chair crashing against Higgerson's face. Baggs goes and grabs a microphone as Erik tears the "Evolution" shirt off of Higgerson and throws it into the crowd. Baggs walks back over to center ring and stands above Higgerson with mic in hand, he bends over and sneers mockingly at him. Baggs: Now, Matt, I have a question for you and I want you to be honest with me. Tell me, who's your daddy? Baggs drops the mic and falls down and starts talking trash into Higgerson's ear and then raises up and joins Dirge and Erik in center ring and they all raise their arms in unison as a chorus of boos is heard all the way up to the rafters. After a few seconds The three men drop arms and Baggs and Erik slide out of the ring. The rummage around under the ring for something as Dirge lifts Higgerson up by one hand and holds the mic with the other. They are barely a foot apart. Dirge: Don't take this personally Matt, it's just business. Evolution was good while it lasted and now it's time to put an end to it. It's time for something better and more dangerous and I couldn't think of anyone better for Erik and I to start it with than Baggs. With that in mind we're going to give you some incentive to take a nice long vacation. Dirge drops the mic and hauls Higgerson to his feet and Baggs and Erik set the table up in the corner. Dirge laughs and lifts Higgerson up, then slams him down head first and knocks him silly with the Soul Auctioneer. He stands up as Erik pulls the ragdoll like Higgerso to his feet and sets him up for something. He Irish whips him and Baggs lands another "Fatal Blow", knocking him back into the table. Higgerson slams into it but it does't shatter, he just slams into it and slides down onto the floor. Dirge signals for him to be turned around. As they do this the boos and curses get louder and louder. The scrape him off the canvas and place him front first leaning against the table. Dirge sets up across the ring and grins sadistically. Brad: Oh no ! They might cripple him! After he's in position Dirge laughs very loudly and breaks into a run. When he gets to Higgerson against the table he drops his shoulders and leaps into him at full steam, hitting "The Spinebreaker" and driving him through the table. Both table and person snap and collapse from the impact as Erik and Baggs laugh about it. They come out and stand in center ring with their hands raised in victory. Dirge grabs a mic with a smile. Dirge: Evolution is dead. We're the new force in town. DAMAGE INC!!! Dirge, Eric, and Baggs leave the ring laughing as officials run down to check on Higgerson. The show cuts to commercial. Triple Crown Qualifying Match JANGO CROSS VS. RAGE VS. BIG KAHUNA Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a qualifying match in the Triple Crown Tournament!! Introducing first ...from St. Louis, Missouri ...weighing 264 pounds ...this is RAGE! "My Plague" by Slipknot plays as Rage stalks down to the ring, kendo stick in hand. He climbs into the ring and showboats a bit to the relentless boos of the crowd. Levitan: His opponent... from Dickson, Tennesee ....weighing 245 pounds ...this is JANGO CROSS! The lights go out, but the Titon-tron displays a vast, barren desert. The sounds of an approaching sandstorm are heard when suddenly pyros explode and "Desert Song" by Def Leppard strikes up. Jango Cross emerges, and the fans go ballistic. He expresses his appreciation with a few high fives while never losing his focus on the ring to which he is headed. He slides under the ropes and stares out to the crowd. He gets up and climbs the turnbuckle, throwing a fist in the air. Levitan: And their opponent... "Mob Rules" blasts through the sound system and the fans continue cheering. Levitan: From Honolulu, Hawaii ....weighing 284 pounds .... he is the RAWF Ironman Champion .... he is BIG KAHUNA!!!! Kahuna walks out smiling, holding the belt over his shoulder. He slaps some hands and a woman from the seats wraps her arms around him and gives him a big kiss. After she lets him go, he waggles his eyebrows and climbs into the ring. He tosses the belt to the timekeeper, then salutes the crowd. Brad: Well, its hard to tell who the fans favor more in this match ...Jango or Kahuna ..but they definitely have no love lost for Rage! Doc: No accounting for taste I guess. Rage has more talent than those two "heroes" combined! The bell rings and Rage charges both Jango and Kahuna with the kendo stick. Both "heroes" see it coming and simultaneously kick him in the gut, forcing the stick to go flying. They give him a double vertical suplex. Jango picks up Rage and whips him into the corner. Kahuna cgarges and hits with a avalanche that sends the St. Louis native slumping to the mat. Jango takes the opportunity to grab Kahuna from behind and give him a german suplex. He tries a quick cover, but Kahuna kicks out easily even before the ref slaps the mat once. Kahuna gets up and smiles at Jango who shrugs and points behind Kahuna to where Rage is pulling himself up on the ropes. The two link hands and run at Rage, double clotheslining him over the top rope. Jango pauses to stare at Rage's flopping form, Kahuna takes the opportunity to german suplex HIM! Kahuna tries a cover ...and Jango kicks out before the one. Both men get up and now its Jango smiling. Kahuna shrugs and they circle each other, then lock up. Jango turns it into a headlock. Kahuna shoves him off into the ropes. Kahuna drops down and Jango leaps over him and propels off the other side. Kahuna stand up and tries for a back drop, but Jango leapfrogs over him. Jango again bounces off the ropes, Kahuna turns around and blasts Jango with a clothesline. Jango pops to his feet almost immediately, so Kahuna does it again. Jango gets up ...not quite as fast this time. Kahuna tries a third clothesline, only to have Jango grab his arm as it flys past, then leap and hook his legs around the other arm, and crucifix him to the mat. Referee counts 1...2...kickout by Kahuna. Both men get up and Jango hits Kahuna with a dropkick. Both men get up again and Jango hits another. Jango gets up and launcehs himself off the ropes and drops an elbow to Kahuna's chest. Rage comes rolling into the ring slowly as Jango hooks the leg for another cover. The referee doesnt even get to count one as Rage stomps Jango in the back of the head. Rage backs off as Jango stands up. Kahuna gets up a few seconds afterwards. Brad: A great start to a great tournament! So much can happen in a Triple Threat Match! And we are going to see a plethora of them in the following weeks! Doc: Put that damn thesauraus away and just say boatload ...or ton ....or a lot! The three men return to their corners, eyeing each other warily. Rage looks at Kahuna, Kahuna at Jango, Jango and Rage. Then the three reverse. Jango breaks the stalemate, returning to the center of the ring. Rage and Kahuna hesitate for a second, and, having the same idea, charge from their corners at Jango! Cross waits until the last seconds and summersaults out of harms way and turns around to watch the train wreck behind him as Kahuna and Rage slam into each other at top speed. Rage and Kahuna bounce off of each other with the force of the charges and both men go down. Seeing this, Jango has a good laugh and decides to pick on Kahuna. Rage takes advantage of this to take a quick breather on the outside. Cross pulls the still slightly stunned Kahuna to his feet and applies an Abdominal Stretch, bring Kahuna around with good old fashioned pain! As Kahuna screams in agony, Sabre slams his hands down on the ring apron repeatedly, being the crowd to it's feet, clapping in support of the Ironman Champion. Kahuna reaches deep down into his reserves. He free's his right arm from over Jango's knee and wraps it around behind the leg. With determined power, Kahuna frees his leg and, with one big move, executes a Samoan Drop on Jango, causing the air to rush out of his body. Both men lay motionless in the ring. Rage takes advantage of this and jumps into the ring and covers Jango. One, two, Cross kicks away! Jango rolls under the ropes and plops to the floor to clear the cobwebs. Rage, totally unfazed by this, walks over to Kahuna. He delivers a monsterous standing leg drop, then another! Finally he goes for the pinfall, One, Two, Th...Kahuna gets his shoulder up! Rage sits up on his knees and shakes his head. He pulls Kahuna to his feet and gets a right hand to his breadbasket for this trouble! He tries to cinch Kahuna up for a big suplex, but Kahuna counters and throws a short clothesline! Meanwhile, Jango has regained his feet and reenters the ring, circling around to a clear corner. He watches Kahuna pull Rage up and slap a sleeper hold on! Jango likes this idea, and sneaks up behind Kahuna and reaching up, slaps a sleeper on Kahuna! The three men stand there in a weird looking double sleeper for a moment. Kahuna decides to alter his hold to a waist lock. As Rage shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, Kahuna goes for a Belly-To-Black suplex, and ends up falling backwards, the weight of the two men landing on poor Jango! All three men lay on the mat, tired, hurt and regaining their breath. The ref looks at them as they lay on the mat, trying to figure out if he should start counting them out. Rage is the first to rise, and he shakes his head to clear it. Brad: What a collision! These three really giving us their all! Rage picks Jango up and executes a snap suplex on him. Then he stomps on Kahuna to keep him down for a few extra seconds. He picks Jango back up and tries a chokeslam, but Jango blocks it by kicking him in the groin. Jango propels himself off the ropes at Rage, who catches him in a spinebuster! Kahuna gets up and nails Rage with a knee to the back. He punches him a few times, then whips him into the corner. He charges in after him but Rage gets a boot up and Kahuna's face meets Rage's sole. Kahuna staggers back ..... into a rollup by Jango! 1...2...Rage stomps Jango in the head again. Rage picks Jango up and drags him over to the corner and rams his shoulder into Jango's midsection several times. Then he proceeds to repeatedly kick Jango in that midsection, forcing Jango to slump into a sitting position. Rage turns around and sees Kahuna getting up, so he grabs him by the back of the head and rams it into the turnbuckle opposite where Jango currently sits. He gives Kahuna a full nelson slam, then tries a cover. 1...2...Kahuna kicks out. Rage stands up and plants a kneedrop to Kahuna's chest, then walks over and climbs the top rope. Jango gets up and catches Rage with a press slam off the top. Rage goes careening over Kahuna's prone form and bellows in agony, holding his back. Jango walks over and tries to roll him over for the Crossover, but Rage resists long enough for Kahuna to get up and wallop Jango with a right hook. Jango lets go of Rage and staggers back. Kahuna grabs him and delivers a Tsunami!! But before he can capitalize on it any further, Rage clotheslines him from behind. Brad: If Kahuna could have made a cover, it might of been over! Doc: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Love that hindsight. Rage picks up Jango and deposits him back to the mat with a tombstone piledriver, then covers. 1...2...Kahuna breaks it up by dragging Rage by the ankle. Kahuna drops an elbow to the inside of Rage's leg. Rage responds by wrapping his legs around Kahuna's neck and squeezing. Kahuna bellows in pain and Rage reaches over and grabs the ropes with both hands and uses them for leverage. The ref warns him, but he ignores the official. Jango stumbles to his feet and kicks Rages's hands off the ropes.. Rage lets go of Kahuna and clutches his fingers in agony. Jango picks Rage up and punches him twice, sending him into the corner. Jango straddles Rage and slams him with fists. The crowd counts "1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9.." Kahuna gets up and grabs Jango around the waist and gives him a belly to back suplex. Jango's head hits the canvas with a dull thud. Kahuna covers. 1...2...Rage drops an elbow on Kahuna's head to break the count. Rage gets up and pulls Kahuna to his feet. He grabs him by the throat and executes the 8 ball chokeslam and tires a cover. 1...2... Kahuna kicks out. Rage slams the mat in frustration and gives the ref hell for a slow count. He grabs Kahuna and lifts him up for a bodyslam, but Jango has gotten up and dropkicks the both of them. Kahuna falls on top of Rage and the ref starts to count, but Jango drags Kahuna off and drops down and applies a crossface on Rage!! Rage screeches in pain and tries to reach for the ropes. Jango leans back, really putting on the pressure. Slowly, Kahuna gets to his feet. Just when it looks like Rage might tap out, Kahuna comes over and breaks up the hold with a double axhandle. Brad: What a match! You have to believe that it's to Kahuna's advantage to end this soon. He still looks a bit worn from that classic sixty minute match at Wrestlecade! Doc: You mean the match that Croc won? Brad: Please don't start that again. Kahuna drags Jango to his feet and nails him with a trio of dramatic knife edge chops. Jango reels and keels back, falling into a sitting position in the corner. Rage gets up and tries to punch Kahuna, who blocks it and smacks Rage with a punch to the forehead, then irish whips him toward Jango. Jango rolls out of the way just in time and Rage crotches himself on the second rope. Kahuna comes over to hit Jango, but Cross reaches up and rolls him into a small package. Ref counts 1...2... Kahuna squirms out of it. Jango gets up and waits for Kahuna to rise, getting into position behind him. When Kahuna is standing he executes an inverted DDT on him. Jango then climbs to the top rope and waits for one of his opponents to get up. Rage is first to stand, so Jango leaps and nails him with a missile dropkick! Jango shakes off the cobwebs from the fall and crawls over to cover Rage. 1...2...kickout by Rage. Jango picks Rage up and whips him into the ropes, giving him a tilt-whirl-slam on the return! Another cover 1...2...Kahuna breaks it up with an elbow to the back of Jango. Kahuna pulls both men to their feet and rams their heads together. Both men stumble back and fall to the canvas. Kahuna picks up Rage and bodyslams him, then drops another elbow and hooks the leg. Ref counts 1...2...Rage kicks out. Kahuna drags Rage to his feet, lifts him up and plants him with a Rainbow Slam!!!! The crowd goes bonkers as Kahuna kneels down and covers! Brad: ONE .....TWO ... THR..... No!!! Jango makes the save just in the nick of time!!! Doc: Another close fall!!! Man, you can't keep track of who's covering and who's saving! Jango and Kahuna both stand up and start wailing away at each other. Kahuna gets the advantage with a European uppercut, then a big roundhouse that floors the Tennesee native. He bounces off the ropes, intending to drop a legdrop, but Rage trips him up and he falls short right on his face. Rage gets up and starts to pick Jango up, but Jango reaches up and grabs him around the head and pulls him down into a crossface!! Rage cries out for a few seconds before tapping out. The ref calls for the bell. Brad: Jango Cross goes on and will be one of the nine May 11th competing for the Triple Crown!!! Doc: That was a choke!! An illegal move!! What a travesty!!! Brad: Lose your glasses again Doc? Winner: JANGO CROSS Inside the Revolution Dressing Room Alyssa Moore, Donny Brooke and John Patrick are talking. John: So Alyssa, have you talked to Ryne yet? Alyssa: No, I can�t figure him out. He is so hot and cold with me. Donny: Ye young Alyssa times be changing why don�t you tell him? Alyssa: I might. Because you know guys I think I am in love with Ryne. The door to enter the dressing room swings open and nails Alyssa in the head and she is falling to the ground. Donny catches her awkwardly by the waist. Nick Cutter on the other side of the door runs over frantically. Nick: Oh damn what happened? John: You hit her with door. The off center angle that Donny caught Alyssa at causes her dress to slide up a bit Donny: John, helps me gets her up. John gets in front of her and is trying to pull her up by the shoulders. Then the door opens again hitting Donny causing him to fall forward all three of them to fall forward. John lands on his ass. Alyssa lands on his lap. Donny lands on his knees still holding her waist. On the other side of the door is Ryne Blood with a dozen roses. Ryne: What the hell! I don�t� What is this? Nick: Ryne, bro, it isn�t what it seems! Alyssa she.. got hit.. Ryne lands a soup bone right hook laying Nick right out. Ryne: Damn right! Seems like I was the only one not hitting her! Ryne grabs a TV monitor that is in the room and smashes it off of Nick and storms off. John and Donny get up to check on Nick. John: Damn, he's out cold. Donny: He'll be alright. I'll go find ol Ryne an talk to em. Donny leaves while Alyssa and John tend to Cutter. SUTTER CANE VS. IRON CHEF Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall .....introducing first ... from Bridgeport, Pa ......weighing 240 pounds ... this is SUTTER CANE!! "My Thoughts On The Subject" by All That's Left is broadcast over the system and the crowd gets to its feet to get a look at the newcomer. Putting on an impressive display of posing and bravado...Sutter Cane makes his way down to the ring with a look of confidance that borders on arrogance. Strutting and preening, he slides into the ring and strikes a pose as pyro explodes in the background... Levitan: And his opponent.... "Generator" starts up and the crowd cheers for their culinary hero. Levitan: From Paris, France ... weighing 245 pounds ... this is THE IRON CHEF!!! Chef's pyro replaces Cane's display, and the Man from Paris smiles at the crowd as he "walks that aisle," and gets set to take on Cane. Before entering the ring, he walks over to the announcer's table and sets a covered plate in front of Brad. Walking up the steps to the ring, the Chef doesn't see Brad peering in and admiring the souffle that was prepared for him. Doc: Hey, how do you rate food from the Chef? Brad: Easy. I'm not a jerk! Doc: What? I'll pretend you didn't say that! You gonna share or what? Brad: Or what. You're not getting any of this. Jerk. Chef and Cane lock up. Both tussle for a few moments as they are roughly the same size, shape and strength. Cane gets the initial edge and whips the Frenchmen into the ropes. Chef bounces off and steamrolls toward Sutter, who leapfrogs him, then monkeyflips him on the return. Leaping to his feet, the Chef wheels around to see Cane blast him with a clothesline. Dropping an elbow, Cane gets all mat, and the Chef applies a short arm scissors. The ref asks, but Sutter is in no mood to quit. Stretching his leg out, he gets the ropes, and the break. Both men get to their feet, and lock up again. Chef gets the advantage and whips him into the ropes, where he hits a sidewalk slam. Grabbing Cane and pulling him up, he hits a swinging neckbreaker. He makes a pin attempt...ala francais!...1-kickout! Slapping on a side headlock, the man of Iron wrenches Sutter's neck. Standing up, Sutter takes Chef with him, then picks him up and drops him back down in an adapted back suplex. Chef releases the hold. Grabbing Chef up, he wraps his arms around his opponent, but Sutter doesn't finish. Chef sends a headbutt into his nose before the belly to belly could be completed. Staggering back, Chef sends a variety of punches and kicks into Sutter, culminating in a big boot attempt. Cane ducks it, plows into Chef, scoops him up, and body slams him. Chef bounces up, gets picked up again, and is nailed with a backbreaker. Dropping an elbow, this time Cane hits all Chef, and the air rushes out of the Parisian. Reaching over, Sutter grabs a limb and applies a Greco Roman Arm lock. Seeing no other alternative, the culinary genius puts a leg on the ropes so the hold will be broken and the pain will stop. Doc: Hey, its one of "those" matches you like...wrestling holds, more wrestling holds, a few more wrestling holds...when are we going to see some blood in this thing? Brad:(while eating souffle) Mmmrrnrlmmmgrrrph... Doc: Oh THAT'S professional! Give me some of that, you pig... Both men stand up, and lock up again. The Chef slams a knee into Sutter's gut, then pounds on his back with forearms. Maneuvering over a bit, Chef hits a Russian leg sweep, followed by a fistdrop. Furthermore, the Paris native slaps on a chinlock. Thinking fast, Cane reaches up and wraps his arms around Chef's head, pinning the top of his head to Chef's chin. Raising up, he drops right back down, hitting a jawbreaker. Writhing in pain, Sutter goes to work. Picking up Chef, he hits a standing dropkick. Utilizing a slingshot catapult, he sends the Frenchmen into the corner. Grasping his opponent, Cane boots him in the stomach, then hits a DDT...1-2-kickout! Doc: So, does the Chef have anything left? Brad: Mrghlrmmrphhh Doc: That's why he is the best play by play man in the business...come on, didn't your teachers ever tell you to share? Pulling him up, Sutter drags him to the center of the ring, and plants him with a double arm DDT! Pointing his finger in the air, he lets the fans know that he is going to the top turnbuckle. Climbing up, he shows off his agility by posing on the top, as he positioned himself facing the crowd. Looking back to make sure of Chef's whereabouts, he leaps into the air in a perfect moonsault. Chef rolls out of the way, in a perfect circular motion. Hearing the thud and wondering if there was a cartoon-like outline of Cane on the mat, Chef pulls himself up and slaps on a figure four leglock. Sutter tries to reverse it at first, but is unsuccessful. He leans up, facing Chef, and tries to punch him, but is unsuccessful. Finally, exerting much strength and energy, he starts moving toward the ropes. Despite Chef's best efforts, Cane makes it to the ropes, and a break follows. Hobbling a little, Sutter gets to a vertical base. The Iron Chef grabs him and tries a sitdown powerbomb. As Chef picks him up, Sutter plants a right hand in his face, and both men collapse in a heap. Standing, Cane gets his opponent up and sends jabs his way. Stunned, Chef also receives a reverse atomic drop. Sutter then sets up for his Final Word. As the superkick gets close to Chef's chin, the Frenchmen ducks quickly. Stretched out and helpless, Cane can't stop Chef from barrelling in and slamming a few fists into his abdomen. Trying to fight back, Sutter returns fire, but it isn't enough. Chef dodges a punch then brings a knee up, Sutter chops Chef, but to little effect. Sutter tries a roundhouse kick, and misses, but the Chef hits a ghetto blaster, sending Cane down. The master of the entree makes a cover...1-2-kickout! Doc: I thought the Chef had him! That was an impressive display, both men punching, kicking, trying to destroy each other! It's turning into my kind of match! Brad: Grldfmmmncrnchmmmnnnmmrrll Doc: Quit talking with your mouth full...and you are almost finished, you better give me some of that! Chef whips him into the corner and fiollows up with a splash. Whipping him into the other corner, he runs right into a big boot. Grabbing ahold of Iron Chef and getting frustrated, Sutter slings him over the top rope and onto the floor. Climbing the top rope, he nails a missile dropkick, sending Chef down. Propping him on the Spanish announcer's table...Cane climbs to the top turnbuckle, and moonsaults down onto Chef. The move hurt both combatants as they lay in a crumpled heap. The ref counts to 8 before leaving the ring to check on the guys, figuring they both need medical help. As the official gets to the remains of the table, both men stir...barely. Both men mumble something about not stopping the match or else, but in their condition, the ref was not worried. Getting back in the ring, the zebra starts the count again...1-2-3-4-(Both men start trading blows)-5-6-7-(Chef reverses an attempted whip into a ring post and "gongs" Sutter on it)8-9-(Chef props Cane onto Doc and Brad's table, ruining the last of the souffle)10! The ref calls for the bell! Brad: Hey! I was almost finished with that! It was exquisite! Doc: You deserved it, you gluttonous swine! By the way, what normal guy uses the word, "exquisite?" Brad: It appears both men were counted out brawling outside the ring. Too bad it wasn't a "Falls count Anywhere" match...it would be interesting to see what would've happened next... Doc: How would you know what happened in the match, gut? Anyway, the boys haven't stopped, you'll get to see what happens next! As soon as Cane is propped on the table to Chef's satisfaction, he punches Sutter who weakly tries to get up. When Cane stops moving, the Iron Chef goes to the top turnbuckle, himself. Leaping high in the air, he hits his famous frog splash, destroying this table, too. Chef, a little worse for wear, slowly gets up, and limps back to the locker room. Sutter Cane stays motionless. Brad: Le Grenouille! From the top turnbuckle to the table! He has to be hurt, and hurt bad...what is taking the medical personel so long? Doc: This match turned out great! Two broken tables, a broken wrestler...what a classic! Sutter is taken away and transported to a local medical facility. A couple of "emergency tables" are brougth out for the announcing crews, and Doc insists on getting some food. Someone from the back brings him a pizza sub, which makes him happy. The mess is cleaned up and we are ready to continue... Result of the match: DOUBLE COUNT-OUT! Alex Layne and Wesley Richards are standing backstage alongside Jessica Beach in one of the RAWF hallways. Jessica Beach: Thank you Alex Layne, and you too Wesley Richards, for being willing to do this interview before your match later tonight, where you face off against Jeffrey Manson and Eric "Pickles" Crane. Alex Layne checks Jessica Beach up and down, he flashes the Layne trademark grin. Alex Layne: Actually, the pleasure is all mine, thank you for coming to me. Wesley Richards: What my friend meant to say was, you're welcome. Jessica Beach: Oh okay. Well, Alex Layne. It is apparant that the RAWF staff team likes your work, sending you off to different spots to promote the federation, where you were out of action for a few weeks, then you came back and turned on Dirge. After doing so, the staff put you in the Triple Crown tourney, what are your thoughts? Alex Layne: My thoughts? Well, actually I was curious if you were doing anything after tonight's show. Richards nudges Layne with a hard elbow to the side, Jessica Beach laughs nervously. Jessica Beach: I'm flattered really, but I'm engaged. Alex Layne: I don't mind that. Wesley Richards: .......... Jessica Beach: .......... Wesley Richards: Come on Alex, you have a match coming up later tonight! The staff in this federation seems to like you. What are your thoughts?! Alex Layne raises an eyebrow towards Wesley, Jessica Beach seems a bit suprised as well. Alex Layne: Bro... Chill out. I know how to do a promo, no need to get angry over it. But anyways, can you really blame Vice, Kit and Highway for absolutely adoring me? I'm the very wrestler they've been waiting for to enter their federation and lead it onto bigger and better things. They've seen a little bit of my abilities and they're already more impressed with me than probably all of their roster....... Put together! Jessica Beach: Pretty arrogant aren't you? Alex Layne: Haven't you been watching me babe? I can back anything up, you know... A lady like yourself could get far hanging around a guy like me. Jessica Beach: Mr. Layne, I already told you. I'm flattered that you find me attractive, but I'm engaged to Chad "The Cracker" Columbo! Alex Layne: I figured a lady like yourself would want to be with a man worth your beauty, not only in good looks, but in ring skill. I've never heard of Columbo and quite frankly, he isn't too good obviously! Do you see him here in the RAWF? Wesley Richards: Okay Alex, step back before I wrap this interview up personally. Alex Layne: Whatever, you got anymore questions sexy? Jessica Beach hesitates for a moment, not really sure if she wants to keep up the interview with Alex Layne, but she does indeed continue talking. Jessica Beach: The Triple Crown tourny, you face Eric Crane and Jeffrey Manson, your thoughts? Alex Layne: Not much to think about! These opponents aren't even up to twenty-five percent of my skill... When I'm on a bad day! Pickles isn't an athlete, he's a poet, a horrible one at that. Manson has problems in which I'm sure all haven't been figured out. Then you have me, the RAWF's number one wrestler, even if I don't have the World Title in my hands......yet. When you throw those three wrestlers in the ring together, obviously I will be the one who's hand is raised in the air, declared the victor. Then again, thats how it'll be for the entire tournament, I mean who does Croc think he is? Me? I don't think so, his being australian ALONE is a disadvantage, I honestly can't remember the last time an australian beat an american at anything important. Same goes for Big Kahuna, the fatty wouldn't be able to keep up with me. Jango Cross? Couldnt handle complete rookies like The Inevitables... Even WITH a tag team partner! There are other competitors, but with competition like this, its hardly worth mentioning. I am going to win and there's nothing more to it, anyone who wishes to differ, find out where I'm at, I'll be waiting! Jessica Beach: Strong words from one of the RAWF's new faces. Good luck in your match tonight. Alex Layne: Good luck to you, keeping me out of your dreams babe. Jessica laughs a bit, then shakes her head as she walks off. Wesley turns Alex's view towards him. Wesley Richards: What the hell was that Alex? Layne puts his hand up on Richards' shoulder. Alex Layne: Never thought I'd have to say this in my lifetime, at least until after my prime years of living. But... I'm in love. Wesley Richards: Good lord.... The show goes to commercial. BLAKE ZULU VS. DEADMAN K Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall .....introducing first ....from Scunthorpe, England ....weighing 288 pounds ....this is DEADMAN K! "Immortal" by Adema plays as the menacing Deadman K slowly makes his way down the ramp, an intimidating scowl on his face. He gets into the ring and throws both arms in the air and lightning like effects scatter throughout the arena. Brad: A powerful and menacing figure is Deadman K. I'm very interested to see this match up against Zoo, a very athletic individual in his own right. Levitan: And his opponent... "Sweet Leaf" rocks the America West Arena and the fans get on their feet. Levitan: From Los Angeles, California ...weighing 232 pounds ...this is BLAKE ZUUUUUUUUUUUUULUUUUUU!! Blake strides through the curtain to the glee of the crowd. He slaps some hands and runs down the ramp and climbs to the top turnbuckle and salutes the crowd. Brad: Our first look at both of these guys in singles competition. Of course we saw both at Wrestlecade, but not in a regular match format. Deadman K participated ...and made a good showing in the battle royal. Doc: And now he gets to square off against Dopey here. Zoo and Deadman square off, Deadman appearing to have some advantage based on their size difference. The two men lock up in center ring for a few moments before K puts his weight behind it and throws Zoo into the ropes. Zoo flies backwards and hits the ropes, bouncing off and using them to catapault him across the ring at K, nailing what becomes an odd type of springboard spear. He hits the move squarely, slamming right into K's ribs and explosively driving the wind from him. K staggers backwards as Zoo lands and does an immidiate standing front flip into a standing dropkick, knocking K through the ropes and to the floor. The fans recieve this with loud applause. Brad: Quite a start by "Zoo". He has a very unusual style. Doc: Damned stoner. Brad looks at Doc and shakes his head in disgust, meanwhile Zoo leaps up onto the turnbuckle and waits for K to get to his feet. K stumbles to his feet and turns around just in time to see Zoo come flying off with this "Wild Side" missile dropkick.He slams feet first into K, catapulting him over the safety rail and into the wall. Zoo lands and rolls with it, coming up on his feet with a big goofy grin on his face as the fans start to cheer for him. K lays stunned, looking up at the lights and massing fans with a "what the hell was that" look for a few seconds before his face turns deep red and he pops up to his feet. Zoo sees this and tries for a plancha over the railing but K catches him in flight, spins him around and drops him with an F-5 across the railing. Zoo slams into it to a gigantic "oooh" from the crowd and falls to the floor clutching at his ribs in obvious excruciating pain. K steps over the railing and stands over him, smiling broadly. He looks up and heard the ref count "nine" and dashes into the ring, sliding in then rolling out to break the count. The referee stops it and tells him to get it back into the ring. K looks at him with a smirk and walks over to Zoo, who is still clutching at his ribs in pain. K lifts Zoo up and tosses him through the second rope and into the ring. Brad: He might have broken a rib or two on that one. If he didn't it's a miracle although he's obviously in a great deal of pain. Doc: Maybe he should pull out a joint like a good little stoner and puff it all away. Damned stoner. Brad: Doc, could you possibly be more careful with your phrasing. That almost sounded like you were encouraging drug use and we don't condone that in RAWF. Doc: Don't we with Puff the Magic Nitwit in there ? Brad looks at Doc with a very annoyed expression then back into the ring as K hauls Zoo to his feet. He wraps one hand through Zoo's legs, hauls him off of his feet and slams him down hard onto his back with a massive pumphandle slam. The impact shakes the ring and makes Zoo yell out in pain. K smirks at this and picks him up again, this time hitting a wicked spinebuster then breaks into a run, leaps up and lands a legdrop onto Zoo. K immidiately pops up and begins to gloat, walking around the ring with his arms in the air. The fans see this poor sportsmanship and begin to boo loudly. He walks back over to Zoo, who has managed to get to his feet but is mildly hampered by the rib pain. K wastes no time, immediately drilling a right into his ribs then hitting another pumphandle slam when he doubles over in pain. K bends over him and taunts him by slapping him in the face a few times and laughing. He bends over to do it after about five of them and is surprised by a kick to the stomach and an uppercut to his chin. Zoo capitalizes on this by grabbing K and rolling him up into a small package. The referee drops to the mat and slaps his hand down hard twice before K angrily kicks out. Zoo uses the leverage to kip up and hit a Reverse DDT on K as he tries to get to his feet. The crowds reaction to this is explosive. Doc: I'll give Dopey credit, he's an exceptional athlete for a guy with fried eggs for a brain. Brad: Knock it off Doc, the guys is not stupid. Zoo stands up, bounces off the ropes and hits a lionsault, hooking both of Deadman's legs as he lands on him. Referee counts 1...2... kickout by DK. Zoo gets up and bounces off the ropes again as Deadman stands up. DK catches him by the throat and chokeslams him hard to the mat. Snarling, Deadman leaps straight up in the air and hits with a nasty fistdrop to Zoo's throat. Zoo writhes in pain, clutching his larynx. Deadman gets up and hauls Zoo to his feet, nailing him with several punches that stagger the native Californian. Deadman doubles Zoo over with a knee to the abdomen and tries for a powerbomb. He gets Zoo up, but Zoo nails him with a couple of shots to the head, then reverses the move into a frankensteiner!!! Zoo gets up and looks to the crowd who yell "ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Like a cat, Zoo climbs to the top rope as Deadman picks himself up. Zoo leaps ....but Deadman catches him at the last minute and drops him into a backbreaker. Doc: DK just has too much power for Dopey to contend with. Brad: He's Dopey ....you're Doc ....where's Grumpy, Sneezy, and Sleepy? Doc: Back in the control room I think. DMK pulls Zoo to his feet, whips him into the ropes and deliver a big boot to the face. Zoo does the Nestea plunge to the canvas. DMK covers. Ref counts 1...2...Zoo gets a shoulder up. DMK glares at the ref, then picks Zoo up and executes a piledriver! Another cover 1...2...Zoo able to squirm out before the three. DMK picks Zoo up again, whips him into the ropes and catches him in a crushing bearhug! Zoo's face is is a mask of agony as Deadman tries to squeeze the life out of him. After several agonizing moments, Zoo claps him across the ears, but it doesnt break the hold. Zoo does it again ...then again, finally forcing DMK to let go. Zoo bounces off the ropes, but DMK catches him and raises him up over his head for a gorilla press. Zoo shifts his weight and lands behind DMK, nailing him with a spinning heel kick. DMK stagger back and leans over slightly, allowing Zoo to clobber him with a scissor kick to the back of the head. DMK collapses to the canvas. Zoo propels off the ropes and hit a Munchie Factor!!! The crowd goes bonkers, giving off another "ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He picks DMK up, lifts him up into a vertical suplex position ....then jars him into the 420 Drop!!! The crowd roars as the ref counts 1...2...3!!! Winner: BLAKE ZULU Doc: Awwwwwwwwww! Damn stoner. Brad: Great debut for Blake Zulu!!! Let's take you backstage!! Back in Kit's office we see her working on the computer when there is a knock on the door. Kit: Come in. Two men in white uniforms, one carrying a huge duffel bag, walk in. One of them starts to speak, but Kit interrupts them. Kit: Uh oh, are you here for who I think you are here for? One of them produces a clipboard and hands it to her. She peers at it and sighs. Kit: Well, can it wait until AFTER his match? Let him have one last fight before he goes? One of the guys leans over and whispers to the other, then they both nod. Kit: Good. You guys can wait here then. She gives them a wicked smile and they look at each other nervously as the camera switches back to the arena.. Triple Crown Qualifying Match ERIC CRANE VS. JEFFERY MANSON VS. ALEX LAYNE Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a qualifying match in the Triple Crown Tournament!! Introducing first... from Truth Or Consequences, New Mexico ....weighing 237 pounds .... "MAD MAN" JEFFERY MANSON!!! Manson lumbers down the ramp clutching his "Mommy". As usual, he climbs into the ring and sits down, cradling the sledgehammer and rocking back and forth. Levitan: His opponent ..... from London, England ....weighing 247 pounds ...this is ERIC "PICKLE" CRANE!! "Gelosea" by InMe plays as Crane comes out. He glares at the fans and even appears to threaten a couple of them. He finally makes hi way down to the ring. He climbs in and appears to be talking to himself. Nearby, Manson appears to be talking to his sledgehammer. Doc: Now there's something you don't see everyday.... two people in the ring ....but they are having seperate conversations. Brad: They could form their own support group.... Levitan: And THEIR opponent... Before anything else can happen, the fans get on their feet and rock the arena with a huge ovation. Then, "Bad Religion" blasts over the PA and the Radi-tron lights up with a spectacular light show. Levitan really has to bellow the following to be heard above the din. Levitan: ACCOMPIANIED BY HIS MANAGER WESLEY RICHARDS.....FROM BIRMINGHAM, ALABAMA .....WEIGHING 258 POUNDS .....THIS IS ALEX LAYNE!!!!! Brad: My god, what an ovation for the little brother of one of the all time greats, Arnold Layne! Doc: Who the hell is that? Is he a Benedict Arnold, like his brother is Benedict Alex? Let me tell you something, Alex Layne better be watching his back twentyfour-seven!!! Damage Inc. is out to get him, you can put money on it!! Alex comes out to the delight of the fans. Richards follows closely behind, with a scowl on his face. A sly smirk adorns Layne's face as he struts down the ramp and slowly climbs into the ring and panders to the crowd by climbing each turnbuckle and just grinning at them. Brad: This will be one hell of a fight! Manson and Pickles are two totally unpredicable athletes ...and then Alex, one of the most gifted wrestlers in RAWF. Doc: GIFTED? Yeah, he'll be gifted all right. I bet Dirge will give him a whole lot of gifts.. Manson reluctnatly gives the ref his sledgehammer and the bell rings. Manson charges Crane and tries to level him with a clothesline, but Crane ducks it .....then gets hit by a Layne clothesline. Manson grabs Layne by the back of the head and headbutts him. Layne staggers forward and Manson plants him with a bulldog. Manson stomps away on Alex, then tries a legdrop that Layne rolls away from. Manson hits the canvas and clutches his knee. Layne gets up, but is nailed by a flying back elbow from Crane. Pickle drags Layne to his feet and hits him with a savate kick to the back of the head. Pickle scampers over and climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Layne gets up and as Crane leaps, Layne catches him and spins him around into a powerslam. Manson staggers to his feet and Layne spins around and hits him with a few punches. Manson stumbles back like a drunk on a binge and flops into the ropes. Layne charges, but Manson catches him with a knee to the midsection. Crane gets up and advances on Manson and also recieves a knee to the groin. Manson tries to clothesline both guys, but they catch him and give him a double stomachbreaker. Layne and Pickle proceed to stomp a mudhole into Manson. Then suddenly, Layne grabs Crane by the ears and DDTs him to the mat and stands up to the roar of the fans. Brad: Who do you think those guys are back in Kit's office? Doc: They were wearing white ....maybe they were caterers... who cares, there's a match going on! Alex Layne looks down at the fallen Eric Crane and laughs. Layne reaches down and lifts Crane up by his hair, Crane gets his arm up and elbows Layne in the gut, causing him to stumble back. Crane runs at Layne and goes for a quick clothesline but Layne ducks underneath Crane and nails a dropkick to the back of Crane's head, Crane hits the mat as Layne's manager Wesley Richards, claps for his friend. Brad: Ouch, that dropkick right there had to have hurt. Doc: Seriously..? I would've never known if it hadn't of been for you, Brad. Brad: ...... Doc: Hey look, Manson is finally getting up! Manson gets back up after being beaten down by the other two competitors and walks towards Layne, Richards runs to the side of the ring where Manson is, Layne takes quick notice and begins to choke Crane against the ropes, the ref pays attention to Layne while Richards slides into the ring. Richards walks up from behind Manson and grabs his shoulder, spinning him around quickly he kicks him hard into the gut, then lifts Manson over his shoulders and nails him with a fireman's carry into a pancake, better known as a F-5! Doc: Hey now, thats not fair! Brad: Richards' old finisher, The Unsettling! He ended up taking Manson out of the match after all, he took Layne's invitation into doing so! Man, they weren't kidding when they talked about Richards' strength, I've never seen a guy man-handled like that in a long time! Doc: As much as I hate to admit it since he interfered, he is really strong! But that's besides the point! Your little hero Layne is cheating! What do you think of him now? Brad: Hey, according to you, cheaters only lose if they get caught! Are YOU going to disqualify him? If not then shut up. Layne releases the choke, then whips Pickle across the ring into the corner. He charges in after him, but Pickle stops, grabs the top ropes and leapfrogs backwards over the incoming Layne. Layne stops and spins around, catching a spinning heel kick from Crane! The impact spins Layne back around facing the corner and Crane stands up and hits with another kick that sends Alex's head right into the top turnbuckle. Layne stumbles back a step and Crane rolls him up from behind. 1...2...kickout by Layne. Crane stands up and realizes Manson is lying unconscious on the mat, so he runs off the ropes and hits with a splash on the maniac and hooks the leg. 1...2... Layne gets up stomps on Crane, breaking the count. Layne picks Pickle up and gives him a belly to belly suplex., then drops two elbow drops on him. He covers, hooking the leg. 1...2...kickout by Crane. Layne picks him up again and whips him into the ropes. Layne bends down for a backdrop attempt, but Crane flips over him, landing on his feet behind him. Layne turns around and is kicked in the gut, then given an impact DDT. Crane quickly scales to the top rope and leaps...connecting with a 450 splash!!! He hooks the leg ...1....2...Manson has recovered and drives a knee to Crane's back. Doc: Damn that Manson! I thought Pickle had him there. Brad: The "Mad Man" couldn't have cut that any closer, that's for sure. Look at the expression on him. He really should be seeking professional help. Doc: That can't be his face ...maybe his neck threw up. Manson drags Crane to his feet and gives him a standing neckbreaker. He stomps on Layne, then picks Crane back up and whips him hard into the corner. He walks over and grabs Pickle by the ears and starts biting him on the forehead. The ref warns him and counts to four before Manson let's go ...but then goes right back to biting him. Layne gets up wearily and charges the two. Manson sees him coming and gets out of the way, but Layne does manage to hit Crane with a corner clothesline. Manson grabs Layne by the hair and bulldogs him to the mat. Then he gets up and repels off the ropes and hits a solid legdrop to Layne's chest. In the corner, Crane shakes off the daze and climbs backwards to the top rope. Manson tries a cover. 1...2... Pickle hits a Pickleator right onto Manson's back, squashing both Manson and Layne. However, the move has it's affect on Crane as well, who rolls over, clutching his stomach as Manson slumps off of Layne. All three men lie barely moving on the mat. The ref starts counting 1...2...3...4...5...6...7... Pickle crawls over and covers Manson. Ref counts 1...2...Manson gets a shoulder up. Pickle tries covering Layne 1...2...Layne also gets a shoulder up. Bewildered, Crane climbs to his feet and drags Manson up, hitting him with an elbow to the face. Manson staggers back. Layne gets up behind Pickle, who starts talking to himself. Almost as if that voice had warned him of danger, Crane ducks a clothesline attempt by Layne and hits him with a dropkick that sends him up and over the top rope onto the ring apron. Crane turns his attention back to Manson, hitting him with a dropkick as well. Crane nods to himself as Layne rolls back inside the ropes. Brad: That's uncanny how that voice he supposedly has inside his head seems to give him danger sense. Doc: Kind of like Spider-Man or something. Of course you would know more about that, Mr. comic book geek. Crane hits Layne with a sliding dropkick this time, then walks over and drags Manson to his feet. Manson rakes Pickles across the eyes in desperation. Picles grabs his eyes and stumbles away. Manson hits him with a low blow, doubling him over then gives him a double underhook DDT! Just as Manson is about to cover him, Layne clotheslines the maniac to the mat. He picks him up and whips him into the ropes, executing an evenflow DDT on the return! The crowd is on their feet as Layne picks him up again and whips him into the ropes, applying the Laynemission!!!! Brad: LAYNEMISSION! IT COULD BE ALL OVER!! Doc: Maybe ....but mayyybe not. Take a looksee at the top of the ramp. At the top of the ramp stand Eric Drugonov and Baggs. They are just standing there watching the match, arms crossed ...but with mischevious grins on their faces. Manson cries out in pain ...but just as it looks like he's ready to submit .... Richards spots Drugonov and Baggs. He hollers at Layne, pointing at the Damage Inc. duo. Layne tosses Manson aside like a rag doll and stares at them for a second, then motions to Richards and dives out of the ring. He tears up the ramp, Richards in hot pursuit. Rather than confront their foes, Drugonov and Baggs decide to return to the back. Layne and Richards chase after them. Brad: Hey, wait a minute!! He's just going to leave??? Doc: That's the dumbest thing I've ever seen! Look! Pickle is up! Manson remains prone on the mat, still feeling the results of the Laynemission. Crane looks around in confusion for a moment before talking to himself and propelling off the ropes. He hits Manson with a devastating lionsault and hooks the leg. Ref counts 1...2...3!! Brad: I can't believe Layne just up and left like that!! He could of won the match!! Doc: Well, Eric got the win ...which I think he would have anyway. Layne just chickened out is all. Winner: ERIC CRANE "Gelosea" plays and the fans boo the victor as he gets his hands raised. As he soaks in some catcalls, then leaves the ring and starts up the ramp, the two men from Kit's office come running down past him and get into the ring. One pulls out a straightjacket from his duffel bag and the two roll Manson into a sitting position and put it on him! Brad: Well now! It seems that Manson is heading back to where he belongs! The asylum! Doc: I hope they don't forget to take Mommy with them. Manson will be lost without his Mommy. Indeed, one of the guys grab the sledgehammer from ringside and pull Manson out of the ring and escort him, one on each side ...up the ramp and out of the arena. PAGE TWO

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