The show opens with a roaring crowd going nuts in the Fleet Center. Signs that say "I Love you Justin" and "Dirge got lucky!" can be seen. The music keys up and the camera switches to Brad and Doc.

Brad: Welcome everyone to Monday Night Chaos!! It's Post-Eruption and we have new champions up and down the board! And tonight our main event promises to be a hell of a tussle. The new World Heavyweight Champion Dirge teams up with an unlikely partner in Ironman Champion Jeffery Manson to take on Big Kahuna and one half of the World Tag Team Champions Danny Szatkowski! Also, Matt Korben defends his Television Championship for the first time against Mickyskimins!

Doc: Here are my questions to you Brad... One, why in the hell would Kahuna agree to team with Szatkowski? Two, how is Kahuna's shoulder? Can it hold up to punishment? And three .... why is only one title being defended tonight??

Brad: Well Mr. Inquisitive, I can answer the second question, the doctors have cleared Kahuna to wrestle, his shoulder is fine, it was just a stinger.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwww, COME ON!!!"

Brad: Speak of the devil...

"The Mob Rules" breaks out over the loud speakers and Big Kahuna's logo, fanfare or whatever goes off as he, dressed in his trademark Loud Hawaiian shirt and shorts with flip flops, and Carl Sabre, still walking with his cane, stalk to ringside. The fans seem to be cheering him a little, but he ignore them. Kahuna is carrying a piece of paper as he stalks up the steps and through the ropes. He walks over to the announcer and snatches the mic away, but not viciously. The music cuts off and the crowd chants his name: "KA-HU-NA! KA-HU-NA!". He lifts the mic to his mouth and speaks.

BK: So this is Beantown.

Again, the crowd chants his name and cheers. He gets a slightly confused look on his face...

Brad: Listen to this capacity crowd! Who would of thought Kahuna would get cheers???

BK: How can you people stand living in this cold climate?

The crowd laughs and hollers.

BK: Enough of being a tourist. It's time to get to business.

Sabre walks around the ring nodding and clapping as Kahuna speaks.

BK: Everyone here saw what happened last Sunday night at Eruption.

He again pauses and the crowd vents its anger at that particular event with a rousing boo.

BK: Everyone saw Dirge once again fulfill his promise. This time to claim the RAWF World TItle.

Once more, he pauses for the crowd to react. They just keep on a chanting...

Brad: You think he's going to get to the point sometime tonight Doc?

Doc: Shut up Brad, let the man say his peace. I'm just glad he isn't pandering to these fans, just ignoring them.

BK: "Everyone saw that brutal, nasty, painful and somewhat controversial Battle Royal, two guys even got fired!

"KA-HU-NA! KA-HU-NA!"

BK: Congratulations to everyone who got one of those briefcases that had their titles in them. A special congrats to John Patrick, the number one contender, and his title shot at the next Pay Per View.

"KA-HU-NA! KA-HU-NA!"

BK: There's still some unfinished business for lots of the RAWF Superstars from Eruption.

The camera focuses in on Kahuna's intense face. His eyes seem to almost bore a hole right through the camera lens.

BK: Especially for me!

Veins pop in his neck as he speaks this last line, the mic shakes and Sabre can be heard yelling "That's right! This time you ain't alone, Kahuna!" from across the ring.

BK: Dirge! I know you're back there in that locker room, relaxing and enjoying being king of the mountain. I wouldn't get too comfortable though, because the Big Kahuna is in the house, and he wants YOU!

The sold out crowd erupts into huge and thunderous boos as �Stigmata� by Ministry begins to play. Dirge walks out onto the stage with Erik standing behind him, arms folded across his chest. He has the World Title around his waist and makes a point of walking to both sides of the stage, pointing down to it to further enrage the fans. After doing this he walks down to the ring and walks in with Erik in front of him. He walks over to Kahuna and yanks the mic out of his hand and smirks his most obnoxious smirk as he does so. He walks over to a far corner and hops up on the turnbuckle, pulling the RAWF World Heavyweight Title off of his waist and thrusting it overhead. He drags this out as long as possible and repeats it on each turnbuckle. After doing so he walks up to Kahuna and shove it into his face, mock him and then back up a couple of steps. Erik stands in front of him, arms folded across his chest and a scowl on his face. Finally Dirge places the belt over his shoulder and lift up the mic.

Dirge: Hey, that was one hell of an Apollo Creed impersonation you just did there K. All you need is the stars and stripes top hat and the silly outfit to go along with it and no one would know the difference.

Dirge stands and smirks for a few seconds. Kahuna just stands there and glares at him.

Dirge: Obviously not a movie fan are you? Now, before I get to answer your yammering I have some advice for you. First of all ditch that third person crap. It�s been done, beaten into the ground and quite frankly sounds really stupid. Are you a schizoid holding a conversation with yourself or something ? Drop it man, it�s not only really old at this point but it also makes you sound like a total ass. Come to think of it K, you are an ass�so maybe it�s not too out of character for you to speak that way.

Dirge pauses for a few seconds and adjusts the belt on his shoulder, making it a point to rub it in Kahuna�s face a little bit more.

Dirge: Now, that brings me to the present Hawaii�a few days ago I won the RAWF World Heavyweight Title at Eruption just as I said I would and to do so I not only had to outlast a ton of losers in the Battle Royal�but I also had to beat you in the World Title match. No sweat there.

Dirge looks at Kahuna and points to the belt again, then mockingly rubs his arm and makes an imitation crying gesture.

Dirge: By the way man, how�s that arm feeling?

Dirge smirks and plays the crowd a little then continues.

Dirge: I presume that you�re out here to do the �manly� thing and demand a rematch of me for the World Title on the next Chaos right ? No need to answer K, it�s not like I need to use my incredible intelligence to read a chump like you just like a book. After all, �Dr. Seuss� isn�t all that challenging.

He pauses and grins at Kahuna again then holds the mic back up and continues.

Dirge: Now Kahuna I beat you at Eruption and it quite frankly wasn�t all that hard to do. That injured arm made one hell of a nice target and I knew that you�d eventually just tire yourself out�and you played right into my hands. Brilliant move hitting that �Rainbow Slam��you played right into my hands with that little rookie mistake. You, little man, have a LONG way to go before you�re good enough for this title belt.

At this point Dirge backs up like he�s about to leave then turns around and smirks at Kahuna again.

Dirge: However, never let it be said that I am not a fighting Champion. With that spirit in mind kid I�m gonna be a nice guy and grant you a rematch for my World Heavyweight Title. If you don�t get it done this time don�t ever bother me for another Title shot again because not only will you not get it, but also I�ll make sure you�re not in the condition to even try for it. This shot it your last chance. Don�t blow it.

Kahuna looks to the crowd and they start chanting his name again.

BK: So how about next week then? You and me for your World Title, on Chaos!

Dirge: Hey, the sooner I get you in the ring, the sooner I put you out of your misery. Next week will be fine. As a matter of fact, let me...

The sound of wicked laughter fills the arean and Elton John's "The Bitch Is Back" begins to play...

Doc: Well now, things are REALLY looking up, here comes our wise and beautful owner!!

Kit strolls out from behind the curtain, microphone in hand. She stops at the top of the ramp, giving Dirge and Kahuna a baleful stare before addressing them.

Kit: First of all gentlemen ..... let me remind you of something. YOU don't book the matches .... or give out title shots .... or make the decisions around here. That's the job of myself, Vice, and Highway. Second of all ... as many of you may or may not know ... Mr. John Patrick decided to leave the RAWF due to unforseen circumstances last week .... leaving us without a number one contender for Unleashed. Therefore, the Championship Commitee has decided that Kahuna WILL get a title shot. But not NEXT WEEK! Kahuna, you get your shot .... at Unleashed!

Kahuna smiles at this announcement while Dirge merely shrugs in a nonchalant manner.

Kit: So, that being said... guys, get the hell out of my ring .... we've got a show to do here.

Kit turns and exits through the curtain. But in the ring, with Kahuna looking toward where Kit was, Dirge charges and clobbers him across the face with the World Title belt. Sabre bails out as Dirge glares his way. Then Dirge laughs and leaves the ring, followed by Erik.

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OMEGA VS. BLACKOUT

This match was slow and methodical from the outset, neither man really doing anything spectacular. During almost the entire match the crowd was booing and chanting "Booooooooring!" Finally, after about seven minutes of (yawn) action ..... Blackout was able to score the pin with a rollup.

Winner by pinfall: BLACKOUT!

After Blackout celebrates and walks back to the backstage area, leaving Omega to argue with the referee about a fast count, Kit once again comes out to make another announcement...

Kit: THAT was the most pathetic display I have ever witnessed in my entire life!! I will NOT tolerate performances like that in MY company!! And because I really did enjoy firing people last week at Eruption, I think I will start doing it EVERY week until I've rid the RAWF of every last jobber that can't wrestle his way out of a soap bubble. And THIS week ..... OMEGA ... YOU ARE FIRED!!! Pack your bags and hit the trail!! Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out!

Enraged, Omega leaps out of the ring and charges up the ramp toward Kit, only to be met by a dozen of Boston's Finest, who pin him down, handcuff him and carry him out of the arena .... all while Kit stands back and smirks.

Brad: Did I hear her right? She's going to fire someone EVERY week???

Doc: I can't wait to see who it will be NEXT week!! What a way to attract viewers who love suspense!! Great idea Kit!

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In the Marduck Services locker room Tony Marduck is on the phone while Justin sits reading a cookery book. Tony is furious.

Marduck: What do you mean Leon smith isn't gonna make it, that's another big name, this is gonna be a sham!! No you forget it!!! (Hanging up.) Idiot!

Justin: (Looking up from his book.)I wouldn't worry, I think your little thing will go down with a bang!

Marduck: Yeah well I know it will, after all it's my project. I don't want you or Fury to ruin it, so keep here and concentrate on your match. Where is Fury? I told that low life to stay here!

Justin: He's on his way out to the ring for his match for crying out loud Tony. Get a grip will you?

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BILL FURY VS. TRASH BARLOW

Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first .... from Gary, indiana .... weighing 285 pounds ... this is TRASH BARLOW!!!!

As "Disease" by Matchbox 20 plays, Trash saunters down to ringside eating what looks to be leftover chicken from a greasy bucket. When he gets in the ring, he offers Levitan a bite, but Dan gets a nauseous look on his face and turns him down. Trash shrugs and throws the chicken into the crowd.

Levitan: And his opponent .... weighing 300 pounds and hailing from Glascow, Scotland ... this is BILL FURY!!!

The Scottish streetfighter makes his way dwon the ramp as "Paradise City" by Guns and Roses blasts. With a no-nonsense attitude, he climbs into the ring and immediately attacks Trash with a couple of mean right hooks. Totally caught off guard, trash tries to scurrie away, but Bill grabs him by the hair and hits him with a headbutt to the back of the head. He follows it up with several elbows to the top of the head that sends Trash to his knees. Bill grabs him in a headlock with one arm ... and with his free hand he balls in up in a fist and presses it to Trash's temple!

Doc: An Atomic Noogie!!! I haven't seen one of THOSE in years!!!

Brad: A WHAT?

Doc: Look it up Brad! And while you're at it, research "How To Call A Match." You might actually learn something new!

Suprisingly enough, Trash actually bellows in pain and Fury continues to grind his .... knuckle into Barlow's head. But Bill gets bored after a few minutes of it, so he pulls Trash to his feet and whips him into the corner. There he uses Trash as a speed bag, laying punch after punch after punch into the jaw and chest. Trash slumps down into a sitting position, his arms dangling over the bottom ropes on either side of the turnbuckles. Fury backs up, charges, and plants a knee to the head of Trash. Barlow's eyes roll back into his skull. Fury backs up again, a grin on his face wider than William Perry, and charges once more ..... only Trash, with a desperate will to survive, rolls out of the way. Fury's knee hits the turnbuckle and he falls back to the canvas clutching it. Fury's yelp of agony seems to revive Trash from his stupor and gets up and starts stomping on the knee repeatedly. But evidently Trash has a short attention span, because he forgets the knee, and pulls Fury to his feet, whips him into the turnbuckle, and walks over and returns a couple of those punches Fury gave him earlier. Then, with a ghastly smile, he raises his arm and presses his armpit right into Fury's face!!

Brad: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I wouldn't wish that on any man!!

Doc: I wouldn't wish that on YOU Brad!

Trash whips Fury to the opposite corner ... charges and hits with a turnbuckle splash. Fury stumbles out of the corner and Trash hits him low, doubling him over. Then Trash attempts a piledriver, but Fury reverses it into a backdrop. Suddenly aware that he can still smell the effects of Trash's non-deodorant policy, Fury goes into ... a fury. He lambastes Trash with every type of punch imaginable until Trash is unconscious on the mat. The ref checks and goes to stop the match, but Fury grabs him and warns him not to or he'll "kick his arse all over Beantown". Fury picks Trash up and delivers a chokeslam that ends it mercifully for the Trashy One. 1...2...3.

Winner by pinfall: BILL FURY!

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Back in the locker room, Bo Dacious is getting ready for his match when Alyssa Moore comes strolling in.

Bo: Hey now! This is the bloody men's locker room girlie! Get out before I call freakin security!

Alyssa seems unafraid of his threats and sidles up to him, a provacotive smile or her face. She takes a finger and starts rubbing his chest.

Alyssa: My, my Mr. Bo Dacious. Such a forceful man, and one hell of an athlete too. I just wanted to come in here and talk business with you. Something that would benefit both of us?

Bo: Oh ..... what did ya have in mind??

Alyssa shoots him another smile as the camera fades out...

Doc: Alyssa really has perfected the art of the deal hasn't she? Wish she had a deal for ME!

Brad: Thank you Monty Hall. Let's get to our next match....

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Falls Count Anywhere 5 Count Match DOMINIC PAYNE VS. SCHULTZ

Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...

"Mudshovel" by Staind plays ... the crowd has a mixed response, as the muscled combatant walks from the back.

Levitan: From Lincoln, Nebraska..... weighing 265 pounds ... SCHULTZ!!!

The man known as Shultz walks to ringside and grabs a chair, hurling it into the ring. He grabs a kendo stick from under the ring and throws it in. One trash can later, and he appears satisfied, as he climbs into the squared circle.

Levitan: And his opponent...

"The Last of the Superstars" by Subsonic plays as the gargantuan tag team champ appears from backstage, much to the approval from the crowd.

Levitan: From Eagle Creek, Oregon ... weighing 488 pounds .... this is DOMINIC PAYNE!

Dominic strolls to the ring, keeping an eye on his massive opponent. Seeing the weaponry being brandished by his foe, Dominic slowly edges up the steps, and prepares himself for the inevitable charge. Payne stops at the tops of the steps, at the corner of the apron, his left arm cautiously holding to the ring post.

Brad: These brutes have a score to settle, and tonight...they will let it "all hang out" for victory...

Doc: At a combined weight of 753 pounds, I hope they don't let it "all hang out..." Ugh.

Brad: Will you stop? Let's get to the action...

Schultz charges Dominic as expected, swinging wildly with the kendo stick. Dominic ducks down, then brings his meaty paw up with a nice uppercut, catching Schultz in his glass jaw. Continuing, Dominic grabs his head and slams it into the turnbuckle, causing him to fall to the mat. Payne descends the steps, grabs Schultz's legs, and pulls back hard, crotching the man on the ring post. In pain and straddling the post, Schultz writhes helplessly. Payne manuevers outside the ring and gets a chair. Swinging with all of his strength, he bears down upon the dangling legs of his opponent, sending the chair into a knee cap. Not wanting to play favorites, he smacks the other knee, too. Flopping around, Schultz pulls himself totally inside the ring, stopping only when rolls to the middle. Payne ascends the steps and gets inside, picking up the fallen kendo stick. Lashing out, welts immediately appear in several places of Schultz's body. Picking him up, Payne presses him and drops him outside to the hard concrete below, where a sickening thud can be heard.

Doc: If something doesn't change soon, then Schultz will be beaten as easy as 1-2-3-4-5!

Brad: This is not a good performance by Schultz...he wanted the match...he demanded to get the match for the Eruption, and now, when he finally gets the match here at Chaos...one has to wonder what is going on with him!

Dominic gets out of the ring and attempts a cover...1-2-3-4-kickout! After helping Schultz to his feet, Payne introduces him into the stairs...hard! The sections of the steps go flying. Another pin attempt...1-2-3-4-kickout! Pressing Schultz one more time, he heaves his fallen foe into the crowd. The fans scatter...leaving him to hit the arena floor again.

Doc: Definition of ugly: This match. It's going to take an act from a "higher power," to save Schultz, now.

Brad: Well, I wouldn't say..."higher power" needs to get involved...how about something lower...LOOK!

Jango Cross makes his way down the ramp to a chorus of boos. Payne starts to climb over the security railing, but gets hit in the back with a chair. Dominic stops, then tries to turn around...only to be met with another "chair shot." The referee gets in Jango's face, but to no avail. A few more shots later, and Cross brandishes the kendo stick. After a few moments of blatant abuse...Payne goes down. Jango stomps his head as he is escorted away by a fleet of refs that had come from back. Dominic tries to get up, but collapses, swollen and sore, from the beating. Schultz, meanwhile, has gotten to his feet, albeit slowly, and waded through the sea of fans to get back to ringside. He stumbles over the railing and seeing a collapsed Payne, makes a cover...1-2-3-4 kickout!

Brad: This match certainly evened out. I say they are about even, now. It comes down to whoever has more "gas in the tank," left.

Doc: I don't know about you, tonight..."Things hanging out," "How much gas the wrestlers have..."

Brad: Isn't the match interesting enough for you? Do you have to bust my chops?

Doc: Right now we have two guys staggering around after a couple of beatings. When they move a little more, I talk about them. Until then, I have to add some personality to this show...

Brad: If you are going to add personality, I suggest you try to start...lets get back to the action...

Schultz helps Payne to his feet, then clotheslines him back down. Acquiring the trash can, Schultz beats on him until the can is useless do to the dents. He drops a few elbows on Payne, then sets up a table. Helping Payne to his feet one more time, he attempts to "rock bottom" Dominic onto the table. Unfortunately, Payne decides that isn't such a good idea, and clubs him in the kidney witha forceful blow. Grabbing Schultz, he drags him over to the rings and slings him in. Once the big man is inside, too, he goes to work. With pummeling effect, he punches, kicks and stomps his adversary. He scoops him up for a body slam. Picks him up, and drops him on his knee for a tremendous backbreaker. Wobbly, Schultz gets up, is whipped into the ropes and, in desperation, comes back with a full force spear, knocking the gigantic Payne down. Following through, he starts clubbing the giant with lefts, rights, and forearms. Schultz goes for a cover...1-2-3-4-kickout!

Doc: That was a close one! Both guys are ripe for the taking! Hey, what's going on in the crowd?

Brad: Not him again...this is getting ridiculous!

Jango Cross comes out from the audience and slides under the ropes. Schultz holds Payne while Jango sprints across the ring to apply a spear of his own to Dominic. Payne reverses Scultz's hold on him and he whips around putting schultz in front of him just as Jango starts his spear. Burying his shoulder in Schultz's stomach, Jango realizes he made a mistake. Looking at an enraged giant, Jango runs for the ramp. Payne grabs Schultz and hurls him over the ropes, where he crashes through the table that was set up earlier. Giving chase, Dominic goes up the ramp after Cross.

Doc: What a turn of events...Schults lies dead on the floor, Jango is in the backstage area, and Payne is giving chase. The camera guys are keeping up...this is going to get interesting!

Brad: It almost looks like Jango and Dominic have decided to have a falls-count-anywhere 5 count match! Although, Schultz isn't dead, he is already getting to his feet, barely. That is one tough rookie.

Schultz staggers up and heads up the ramp, too. While he is slowly making his way backstage, Dominic makes a beeline to the locker rooms, where he is ambushed by Jango. As Payne walked through the door, he was met by another chair shot, which Jango used to set up a scissors kick to knock him down. grabbing Dominic by the hair, he drags him over to a urinal, which is where the big man put the breaks on. Dominic elbows Cross in the stomach, then clotheslins him away from the urinal. Stomping him, he turns him around, positions him just so, and slingshots him right into the lockers. Meanwhile, Schultz has gotten backstage and grabbed a pizza pan from one of the vendors, along with a camera from one of the guys working the event. KIT orders Highway to get the expensive piece of equipment away from the maniac, and Thomas sprints out to see what he can do. Asking other wrestlers as he goes, he figures out where Jango and Dominic are at and heads there quickly. He is almost at the door when Payne is throwing Cross against another set of lockers. Taking advantage of the situation, Scultz bends the pizza pan in two as he nails Dominic as the big man was bending down to collect Cross again. Dropping to one knee, he looks up and sees a blur of metal as he is hit again. Highway now makes his way into the locker room, which has gotten crowded with Jango, Payne, Schultz, the ref who has lost all control, some interested wrestlers turned spectators, and Highway. Schultz raises the camera high...intent on clubbing Dominic with it, when Highway snatches it out of his hands. Startled, Schultz whips around, giving Payne a few seconds respite. Jango recovers, but seeing that the Commishioner was in the room, heads out of dodge. Dominic lashes out with a big boot at Schultz, who moved after seeing Highway react to something behind him. The Commish gets leveled with the big boot, knocking him out cold, and the camera falls to the ground, close to Payne. Schultz tries to lunge for it but misses, as the big man snatches it up. Dominic brings it down on his head, knocking out his youthful opponent. He makes the cover...1-2-3-4-5! Awarded the win, he tears off after Jango.

Doc: I promise you, there will be consequences after what we have just seen tonight. Someone is going to pay!

Brad: You are right...someone HAS to pay...the commissioner was knocked out, a camera was damaged, Jango Cross keeps interfering in matches...all hell broke loose!

Doc: Well, Schultz got his match, and came away with another loss! He took a great deal of damage, though, and kept coming. You have to give him his due...

Winner by pinfall: DOMINIC PAYNE!

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RAWF presents:

SUNDAY, FEBURARY 23, 2003
FROM THE AIR CANADA CENTRE
IN TORONTO, ONTARIO CANADA

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(Non-title Match) JUSTIN FANTASTIC VS. BO DACIOUS

Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...

"Sympathy For The Devil" by the Rolling Stones plays ... the crowd gets to their feet and pops loudly.

Levitan: From Parts Unknown ..... weighing 175 pounds ... he is the RAWF Unites States Champion!! He is .... JUSTIN FANTASTIC!!!

The curtain parts and the fans give the U.S. Champion a rousing ovation as he walks to the ring. The belt around his waist shines in the spotlight as he climbs onto the ring apron, then shows off his agility by leaping over the ropes with a one graceful jump. He poses for the crowd before Levitan continues.

Levitan: And his opponent...

"The World's Greatest" plays as Bo Dacious appears at the curtain, a big grin on his face...

Levitan: From Manchester, England ... weighing 222 pounds .... this is BO DACIOUS!

Bo stands at the top of the ramp, still grinning, when Alyssa Moore comes out and takes his arm. They walk down the ramp together as Justin looks on in contempt.

Brad: Is she going to manage EVERY opponent of Justin's?? First she makes a deal with Omega ... now Bo.

Doc: She's a woman scorned Brad. That tells the whole tale right there.

Alyssa gets into the ring with Bo, then gives him a kiss on the cheek for luck, then she takes a couple of steps toward Justin and spits on him!! Justin snaps and starts toward her, but Bo intercepts him with a hard right cross to the jaw. The bell rings and Alyssa scurries out to ringside.

Brad: Now how ladylike was THAT? SPITTING for godsake.

Doc: Hey, it did it's job, it gave Bo the early advantage!

Bo follows up with several more punches to Justin's head, sending him reeling and to one knee. Then Bo proceeds to knock him the rest of the way down with a couple of kicks to the chest. Bo looks to the crowd and yells "How bout you're bloody hero now?", he gets a storm of boos and catcalls for his trouble. He picks Justin up off the mat, throws him to the ropes and attempts a clothesline that Justin ducks under. Justin comes off the opposite ropes, Bo leapfrogs him. one more time Justin bounces off the ropes, Bo gets a foot up for another kick, but Justin stops and grabs the foot. He spins Bo around and gives him an atomic drop. Bo Dacious becomes Bo Legged. Justin grabs him by the back of the head and sends him headfirst into the turnbuckle. He repeats the process five times, with the audience keeping count for him. He lets go of Bo, who staggers drunkenly out of the corner. Justin grabs him once more and does it all over again at the opposite corner. Bo backs up a couple of steps, swinging at ghosts. Justin hits him with a superkick that causes the englishman's body to do a backward sommersault. Justin tries a cover, but Bo kicks out at two. Justin picks him up and bodyslams him, then propels off the ropes and hits with a legdrop. Quick as a cat he is back up and off the ropes again for another legdrop, which he hits. Another cover yields only another close two. At ringside, Alyssa is screaming at Bo to get up at the top of her lungs.

Brad: Justin Fantastic showing why he is the United States Champion ... and one of the top stars of RAWF!

Doc: I'm getting Just-indigestion listening to you Brad. Got any Rolaids?

Justin pulls Bo to his feet and applies a headlock. Bo tries to push him off, but Justin uses that momentum to carry them over to the turnbuckle so he can climb it with his feet, and catapult the two of them around and over, bulldogging Bo. Another cover, but Bo gets a foot on the ropes at two. Justin gets up and stomps Bo a couple of times before climbing the top turnbuckle. Unfortunately for him, Bo gets up and catches him before he can leap, and tosses him to the mat. Justin cries out in agony as he lands hard on his back. Bo goes to one knee, exhausted and trying to catch his wind. Justin struggles to his feet but is met with a clothesline that takes him back down. Bo picks him up and gives him a belly-to-belly suplex. Then he rolls him over and applies a Boston crab! Justin writhes in pain as the ref asks him, he shakes his head no. Bo leans back, applying more and more pressure, but Justin still won't give up. He reaches out and desperately pulls Bo toward the ropes. Bo tries to prevent it, but Justin's adrenaline is too much and he reaches the ropes. The ref calls for the break and Bo lets him go, only to turn around and stomp on his back a few times. The ref warns him and he turns and throws his arms out in a "what did I do?" gesture. Meanwhile, as the ref is distracted, Alyssa takes this opportunity to come over and choke Justin on the bottom rope. The crowd boos, trying to get the ref to pay attention. Alyssa walks away and Bo turns around, picks Justin up off the ropes and executes a vertical suplex. Bo gets up, pretends to dust his hands off, then climbs the top rope. He perches there, waiting for Justin to get up. When he does, Bo launches himself and hits with The Sensational!

Doc: ITS OVER BRAD!!! Bo just got himself a title shot!

Bo makes the cover .... but Justin gets a shoulder up before the three count!!! Bo is shocked that Justin kicked out of his finisher. He motions to Alyssa and points to the timekeepers table. Alyssa nods, runs over to the table and grabs the U.S. Belt. She gets up on the apron and holds it out as Bo picks Justin up and whips him towards her .... but Justin reverses ... and Bo goes colliding head first into the title strap. Alyssa screams in rage when she realizes she just hit Bo and not Justin. Justin comes at her and she jumps down. Then Justin turns around, nails Bo with a couple of punches, then executes That's Fantastic! A cover and a three count later, the match is over.

Winner by pinfall: JUSTIN FANTASTIC

The referee raises Justin's arm as Alyssa gets into the ring behind Justin, still holding his belt. She holds it and steps forward as if to hit him from behind, but he turns around and catches the belt before it hits him. He snatches it from her, then grabs her by the hair. The crowd screaming for him to hit her, he hesitiates. While he is pondering the decision, a lone figure wearing a leather jacket, wife beaters, and baggy pants leaps the guardrail at ringside and slides into the ring behind Justin. He grabs him in a full nelson, which forces Justin to let go of Alyssa. Alyssa backs off laughing, as the newcomer lifts Justin off the ground, spins him around four times and hits him with a german bridge suplex.

Brad: What the hell?? Ryne Blood, who has just signed with RAWF a couple of days ago.... attacking Justin Fantastic!

Doc: Guess Alyssa had her bases covered this time!!! Ryne Blood just ran Hogarth through the spin cycle!! And ... oh good, he's not done!!

Blood gets up and stands over the helpless United States Champion and and gives the slit throat gesture. He picks up Justin and executes his End Game vertabreaker!!! Alyssa applauds and gets down in the nearly unconscious Justin's face and says a few words that are definitely unladylike. Ryne demands the mic and Levitan quickly tosses it to him...

Ryne: The Revolution ... has come to the RAWF!

A mixed reaction from the crowd greets this statement.

Ryne: And this piece of worthless crap you call a United States Champion .... is the first target. Because he is not worthy to be in the same organization, let alone the same ring as me! The standard is about to change. I am what is right for wrestling ... and I am what is right for the RAWF. I am here to fix what's wrong in the RAWF and won�t stop until I do! And Justin, from what Ms. Moore tells me ... you are definitely a prime example of what's WRONG here. So I'm giving you this warning ..... I'm taking your belt .... I'm taking your pride ... and I'm ending your career!!!

Blood throws the mic on top of Justin and he and Alyssa leave the ring and go backstage...leaving an unconscious Justin to be attended to by paramedics.

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RENTON CROSS VS. HIGH ROLLER

Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first .... from Las Vegas, Nevada .... weighing 245 pounds ... this is the one, the only...THE HIGH ROLLER!!!!

As "Emperor's Hymn from String Quartet in C HAYDN" by Kodaly Quartet plays, The Gambler walks down to ringside fanning himself with one hundred dollar bills. Getting booed, along with a mixture of laughter, he soon hears a chant that everyone can agree to..."LOSER! LOSER! LOSER! Ocassionally, some fans scream, "Low Roller," at him. Visibly shaken, he gets in the ring and makes a few gestures.

Levitan: And his opponent .... weighing 220 pounds and hailing from Salem, Massachusetts... a man looking to making an impact in the RAWF, he is "Sudden Impact" RENTON CROSS!!!

The Massachusetts native runs down to the ring as "What The Hell Have I" by Alice in Chains blares. Not really knowing what to expect from the newcomer, the fans generally sit on their hands...although some boo him, while others cheer for good measure. Sudden Impact wastes no time getting in the ring to make his name in the company...

Brad: Will THIS be the match that High Roller gets his first win? I am also eager to see what kind of impact, if any, Renton Cross will make on the RAWF. What is your thoughts, Doc?

Doc: I'm thinking that fan in the third row looks really hot! Harrassment suits aside, I think this will be the first win for the cagey veteran. Renton Cross is still getting himself adjusted to life in the RAWF, and that gives the advantage squarely to the man from Sin City!

Renton Cross slides under the ropes and is immediately attacked. Stomping viciously, High Roller goes for it all. He picks up Cross and body slams him. Renton jumps back up. Roller grabs him and executes a belly to belly suplex, Cross jumps back up. Roller thumbs him in the eye...and Renton grabs his face in agony. Taking advantage, H.R. kicks him in the stomach and nails a beautiful butterfly suplex. Cross stays still as the Gambler ascends the top turnbuckle...

Doc: A high risk manuever already? He sure wants the win badly!

Brad: He is hungry for the win...you can't blame him! Although, this is a little early..

High Roller makes like High Flyer as he launches himself into the air. Gracefully, he arcs down in perfect form for a big slash, and connects solidly...with the mat. Cross, who had rolled away, goes on the attack. Picking him up, he whips Roller to the ropes and dropkicks him in the mouth, causing blood to pour from his bottom lip. Renton presses the advantage by getting the Gambler to a vertical base, kicking him in the gut, applying a Russian leg sweep which is then turned into a DDT. Cross goes for the cover...1-2 kickout! Standing up, Sudden Impact returns the favor to High Roller and kicks him savagely while he is down. Positioning him correctly, Renton jumps on the top rope, then flips over, hitting a nice moonsault. Foregoing a cover, he gets Roller to his feet, gives him a European forearm, whips him to the ropes, a applies a hurricanrana. Not stopping there, Cross, runs the ropes and drops a knee on his opponent. Picking him up, he puts H.R. on his shoulders for a fireman's carry. The Gambler employs a tried and true strategy and thumbs him in the eye before Sudden Impact can really get it going. Roller crashes to the mat and gets out of the ring. Renton makes sure his eye is okay and starts to plan his next step. Roller, meanwhile starts throwing a fit. Cursing and yelling about conspiracies to keep him down...he grabs a chair and walks up the steps to the ring. The crowd starts to applaud at this aggressive showing. Getting into the ring, H.R. is stopped by the ref, who tries to get the chair. Roller cracks the ref over the head sending him down. Then, he goes after Cross. Swinging wildly, he misses on his first attempt, as Cross ducked. Renton then stands back up and tries a superkick him, but Roller ducks. Then the Gambler hits him square on his second try...sending his opponent down. Shouting something about being "The only one standing now?," he tosses the chair to the mat. The ref gets to his feet, and calls for the bell.

Doc: Obviously, this is a disqualification. He lost it when Sudden Impact was beating him from pillar to post, so he took matters into his own hands.

Brad: That will cost him a fine, and the match, but he can say he wasn't pinned this time. Renton Cross looked impressive in his debut, though.

High Roller raises his hands as if in victory when the bell rings. The ref lowers Roller's hands and gives him the business. Furthermore, Sudden Impact has regained his feet and procured the chair as H.R. and the ref have their...discussion. With evil intentions, Cross hits the Gambler hard in the back. Not satisfied, he pummels Roller continuously...about the head, torso, and knee regions. The cut on High Roller's lip gets nastier, and Cross opens up deep gashes on his forehead. The crowd gives it to Cross with much booing. The LOSER! chant is replaced with ROL-LER! ROL-LER! Renton whips him into the ropes, then nails "clotheslines" him with the chair. Laying the weapon on Roller's face as he lies crumpled on the mat, Sudden Impact drops a leg, further damaging the face of his opponent. The ref calls for the bell some more, and motions for other refs to come out.

Brad: There's no sense in this...he has the win...get Renton Cross out of there!

Doc: You said you wanted to see what kind of impact he would make...well, here it is! He is making quite an impact with that chair. He is ruthless! I love it! You know, I knew he was going to win this match...I could tell from the start, just by looking at him...

Brad: WHAT????? But you...oh, never mind! Hey...get him OUT OF THERE!

Renton drags the bloody Roller to the middle of the ring. Placing the chair on the mat, Cross scoops up H.R., and places him on his shoulder again. Spinning Roller around in a fireman's carry, he adjusts Roller and brings him down into a Michinoku driver on the chair. Several refs finally get Cross away from High Roller. The medical staff come down to get Roller to the ambulance. With a snear, Sudden Impact leaves. The fans are livid, with thunderous catcalls, and several suggestions as to what he could do with that chair next...not caring what they think, he makes his exit. Unconscious and in an ambulance, High Roller makes his exit, too.

Doc: High Roller makes more trips to the hospital than the average doctor! They are going to have to start calling him "High Maintenance." That was a savage move at the end, when Cross pile-drove his head on the chair...he really impressed me tonight!

Brad: That move you referred to called "The Amityville Horror," and isn't even his finishing hold. I guess he thought High Roller wasn't worth his finisher. He started out impressing me, but then after that last display...I just don't know.

Winner by disqualification: RENTON CROSS

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"Breaking The Law" by Judas Priest plays over the arena speakers and the crowd look up to the stage for a new face, but beginning to boo instantly as "Terrific" Tony Marduck makes his way to the ring, smiling, he shrugs off the abuse he receives as he passes the fans. He climbs the steel steps and steps between the ropes and takes a mic off Dan "The Man". He waits for the crowd to quiet down so he can begin speaking.

Tony: Hello, as if you didn't know my name is Tony Marduck! (An as*hole chant starts. Tony turns to Dan and looks at him.) That's no way to speak to this employee. (They start to boo him as he laughs and points at them.) Yeah anyway, if any of you had a brain in your head then you'd know that tonight is the night for the auditions for my next addition for my stable Marduck Services, this booster shot will be great for it seeing Justin hasn't lived up to his name, and Fury is a waste of my time!

Brad: Justin hasn't lived up to his name? He's the United States Champion!!! And Fury could very well be the next World Heavyweight Champion!! This guy is a moron!!

Doc: It's called MOTIVATION Brad, a very useful tool in the business world ... not that you would know anything about managing a business, you can't even balance your checkbook!

Tony: So with out further ado ..... bring down the contestants.

The theme from the Price Is Right plays as four guys walk down the ramp. We see a fat guy, a skinny guy, a hairy guy, and a guy wearing a mask with the initials 'I. C' sewn onto the side of it. Marduck looks them up and down. He stops at the fat guy.

Tony: Do you actually think your going to get a job with me if you're in that shape?

Fat Guy: Well...

Tony:(Quickly snapping at him.)Well nothing!!! Your fat!!! Get the hell out of my ring, and stop wasting my time!!

The fans start to boo him even more. Tony turns to them.

Tony: I don't tell you how to do your job!!! I know the wrestling world like the back of my hand, it's easy, fat guys don't cut it! (Turning to the hairy guy.) And neither do hairy losers!!! Get out of my ring!!! And you, stick figure, you get out too!

The three guys all look at him in shock, then as a group they start to advance on him, pushing him around. He tries to calm them down, but they keep at it. Finally, the masked guy makes his presence known, beating on the three chumps and clearing the ring of all but Tony. Marduck catches his breath then gives the guy a smile.

Tony: Your my man!! That was some show! (Pulling out a piece of paper and a pen.) I've got a contract for you to sign right here , right now!!

The masked man takes it ... looking at Marduck unflinchingly.

Tony: We've nothing to lean on!! Hold on use my back!! (Turning around and leaning over slightly.)Come on, don't be shy!

The man in the mask shakes his head. He tears up the contract and the crowd go wild. Marduck unknowingly still think the cheers are for him. The man takes his mask off!!!

Brad: It's The IRON CHEF!!! THE IRON CHEF HAS RETURNED!!!

Doc: Oh gee, that's just wonderful. Oh well, at least the commisary food will be better now...

The fans go even crazier, blowing the roof off for the old member of the RAWF! Chef smiles as he winds up a foot, and then kicks Marduck directly in the rear end!!! The fans can't get more excited as Marduck's face grimaces as he is turned by the Chef and given a sky high! He raises his arms and the fans keep a chorus up for their old favorite. He points to the turnbuckle and the fans roar a huge approval. He gets up there and gives the half conscious Marduck the Le Grenioulle!! He lands perfectly and gets up straight away to soak in the cheers. "The Mountain Song" By Jane's Addiction plays across the arena as he makes his way into the back, leaving Marduck laying on the mat.

Brad: Well, it looks like Marduck will have to settle for the stable he already has for the time being!!

Doc: Well, I hear Mr. Thong is still available...

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Television Championship MATT KORBEN (C)VS. MICKYSKIMINS

Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Radical American Wrestling Federation Television Championship! Introducing first...

"Still Waiting" by Sum 41 plays ... the crowd gets to their feet and boos lustily.

Levitan: From Parts Unknown ..... weighing 210 pounds ... MICKYSKIMINS!!!

Micky makes a sweeping motion around his waist as if to say, "The Title is all mine." He strolls to the ring, sliding under the ropes, pacing around waiting for his chance to be champion...

Levitan: And his opponent...

"Sandstorm" by the Darude fires up from the sound system ... the crowd gets to their feet to applaud and take pictures.

Levitan: From Dickson, Tennessee ..... weighing 275 pounds ... he is the RAWF Television Champion!! He is .... MATT "THE MAN" KORBEN!!!

Korben comes out from the back area to the roar of the crowd, and many flashes from cameras. Waving to the fans, he gestures to the belt around his waist and struts confidently to the ring. When he gets there, he sees that Mickyskimmins has come over to his side of the ring...as if to keep him from getting in...Korben tells the kid to show the Television Champion some respect, looking very annoyed.

Brad: The first Televison title defense, and our champ looks ready to go.

Doc: He better be ready, he has to defend that title every week on Chaos. Any type of a letdown and he'll be an "ex-champ." Micky is young and hungry, lets see how this works out!

Korben, not terribly happy that Micky will not give him any space, grabs him by both ankles, causing him to fall. Pulling Micky out of the ring with him, Korben blasts him with a few rights and a couple of forearms. Hoisting him up, he carries him over and slams him down on the hard ramp. Triumphantly, Korben then makes his way into the ring. The ref checks on Micky, who tells him he can continue. When he is in the ring, the ref motions for the bell and Korben charges, tackling Micky and giving him a few more shots to the face. Covering up, Micky leaves himself vulnerable to attack, and The Man send a few shots into his stomach. Rolling over to the ropes, Micky grabs the bottom strand in hopes of getting a respite. Matt uses his strength to drag him off the ropes and slingshot him to the center of the ring. Smelling blood, he scoops up Mickey, whips him into the ropes, and clubs him with a clothesline. Once down, Korben mounts the second rope and drops an elbow on 'skimins chest. Matt goes back up, this time to the top. When he tries to drop the second elbow, though, Micky has enough presence of mind to move out of the way. Quickly, Micky applies an arm bar that momentarily immobilizes the champ.

Brad: Micky slapping on an elementary hold that is effective and necessary. Not too many people bother with the basics anymore, but that hold keeps the champ at bay while he gets a breather.

Doc: You'd make one hell of a good manager. "Hey Crusher, just apply an armbar and rest...that's it...and if you have to finish him off...try a step-over toe hold!"

Brad: You miss the whole point...what I'm...forget it. It's over your head!

Micky rests a few moments, then lets go of the hold to give The Man a few shots. Allowing Korben to get to his feet, he tries to whip Matt into then ropes, only to have it reversed, and he finds himself bouncing back toward his opponent. Korben drops down and back-body drops Micky to the mat. Grabbing Micky by the hair, he starts to pick him up when 'skimins puts his head right below Matt's chin, graps the champion, then drops down, sending Korben's jaw slamming onto the top of his head. Stunned, Matt drops to the mat. Micky runs the ropes, jumps to the second rope, flips over and hits a lionsault. Running the ropes again, he hits a "rolling thunder." Still running, he bounces back and delivers a flying headbutt.

Doc: Mickyskimmins is using the only advantage he has, which is his quickness. He is flying all around in there, hitting the champ with everything he's got!

Brad: Absolutely correct! The only question now is: Can he keep up the pace?

Quick as wink, Micky is on the top rope, where he motions to the crowd, makes a slashing gesture across his throat, and delivers a swanton bomb to the champion. He makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Beefing with the ref about the slow count, Micky doesn't see Korben shaking the cobwebs off. Korben barrells into 'skimins and wrpas his arms around him and slams him to the mat in a belly to bell suplex. Matt gets up, then drops a fist ala Jerry Lawler. Getting him to a vertical base, Korben shoots a few knees into his sternum, then shoots Micky into the ropes, where he delivers a high knee. Micky staggers into the ropes, and Korben follows him, clotheslining him over the top rope. The crowd comes to life as the challenger hits the hard floor. Korben steps out onto the ring apron and jumps down, hitting Micky with a double ax-handle as he stands up. Matt picks him up and slams his back into the side of the ring. Attempting to shoot him into the post, 'skimins, in desperation, reverses it and posts Korben. Both men collapse. The ref makes a count...1-2-3-4-5-6-Micky rolls into the ring. 7-8-9-Matt rolls into the ring. Both men get to their feet. Micky dropkicks orben down, climbs the ropes...then hits a sensational frogsplash. The ref makes the count as Micky makes the cover! 1-2-3!

Brad: NO! The ref is waving it off, the champion got his shoulder up at 2 and a half! The ref couldn't stop the momentum of his hand, but Korben clearly kicked out! This match continues...what a close call for Matt "The Man" Korben!

Doc: It doesn't get any closer than that! Can Micky finish him off? Does Korben have anything left?

Micky gives the ref hell for waving off the three count. Aggravated, Mickey beats on Korben with rights, lefts, and boots. He grabs Matt, with every intention of DDTing him into "ex-champion" status, but The Man blocks the attempt, gives him a shot in the ribs, kicks him in the gut, then powerbombs him in the center of the ring. Korben with the cover...1-2-3!

Doc: NO! The ref is waving it off! Two close calls in the same match...now its time for The Man to beef with the ref.

Brad: Both guys know what's on the line...this is the Television Title...the first defense of the title since the reopening...this is history in the making!

Doc: Slap it on a little more thick, Mr. Dramatic!

Korben backs up, giving Micky some room. When his fallen foe gets to his feet, Matt hits him with a superkick, and 'skimins falls down flat! The Television Champion climbs to the top turnbuckle, signals to the fans, then shouts, "I'll show you a REAL frogsplash!" Just then, Orian Williams runs down to ringside!! Matt doesn't know quite what's going on...so he pauses to see what Orian is up to...however, Micky starts to stir a little, and he knows he doesn't have much time to hit this move. Korben flies through the air and nails the splash. The champ bounces off of Micky's chest after nearly caving it in. Orian runs to the timekeeper's table and grabs the Television Championship Belt. As Korben makes the cover...1-2-3!, Orian is heading backstage with his stolen booty. Seeing this, The Man doesn't even wait for the announcement, he just runs off in pursuit, not even caring if it is just another close call or not. Which it isn't.

Brad: This is weird...Korben successfully defends his title...but loses his belt. Someone call the cops on that thief Orian!

Doc: Settle down...it's probably Orian playing some mind games...we don't know what's happening, it could just be a joke. Lets see if we have anyone backstage who can help us out, here. But, before we forget...that was a tremendous match, a tremendous fight by Mickyskimins, and a tremendous win by Korben.

Brad: What "tremendous" commentary, Doc!

Winner by pinfall: MATT KORBEN

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Jessica Beach is backstage standing in front of a couple trash cans, suddenly Orian runs by Jessica. She watches him pass, then out of nowhere, he returns, realizes that Jessica is on camera, and begins to talk.

Orian: Hey, Hey I'm Orian Williams!! Remember me??

Jessica: Yes Orian, how could I forget? You used to be..

Orian: RAWF CANADIAN CHAMPION!!!

Jessica: Right. I don't mean to be rude,but this interview time is for..

Orian: WHO Cares!! I use to tbe RAWF Canadian Champion, baby!! Besides...looky what I have here.....(He pulls Korben's RAWF Television title from behind his back.) Bwuhahaahahha!!

Jessica: Yes I know you just stole Korben's Television Championship .... why would you do that to your friend? At least I THOUGHT he was your friend...

Orian: Jessica, look....Back a couple years of ago, I was The RAWF Canadian Champion. I NEVER lost the title, the fed just kinda, uh shut down, and everything was vacated. I was told recently , when I signed back with the RAWF of course, that the Canadian title was renamed the Television title, cause quite frankly, there isnt too many canadians in the RAWF now and days anyways. So I've decided to take back whats rightfully mine!! Makes sense, eh??

Jessica: No.... actually thats the lamest excuse I've ever heard....

Orian: What?? Jessica I think it would be wise if you just shut your mouth and looked all pretty. Look at me, I'm a professional wrestler, getting paid money to destroy my body all the time while you just ask questions and flirt with everyone and their mom. NOW to Korben. MATT, if you ever want a shot at MY RAWF Canadian championship, You have one option, meet me in the ring!!! Thats right! Your going to have to get the Ole' pin and win to get this baby from around my glorious waste. No need to freak about me stealing it anyways, cause you STOLE IT FROM ME!! Thats right!! Just because they renamed it something doesn't change the fact that I NEVER LOST IT!! The RAWF closed down, and they took it from me and Unlike the stipulations that were for the "TV Championship" or whatever they dreamed up, I can defend it on Chaos, or at the next ppv!! Besides.. Your going to have to sign up on the list, cause its already three pages long!!! Everyone from Dirge to Omega wants a shot at it now that the REAL Champion his back what IS rightfully is. Here, let me re-explain it to you, in a more fashionable way, that a monkey like you will understand. RAWF Closed DOWN! Take title from me! Me never lose title! Me get title back! Me am Canadian champion! You not! Me.....

Jessica: Please!!! Shut up!!! You are such a dork! .... Please leave!!

Orian: Dont worry I was about to. I have some..."retooling" to do to my ole' belt..hehe

Orian walks off screen as Jessica says "Thank god" under her breath/

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DIRGE & JEFFERY MANSON VS. DANNY SZATKOWSKI & BIG KAHUNA

Levitan: Ladies and gentlemen .... the following is a tag team contest, scheduled for one fall ... and is our Main Event of the evening!!

The crowd reacts with a generous pop..... until "Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed begins playing, where the cheers immediately turn to boos.

Levitan: Introducing team number one .... first, from Truth or Consequences, New Mexico .... weighing 237 pounds ... he is the RAWF Ironman Champion .... he is "MAD MAN" JEFFERY MANSON!

Manson comes out, cradling "Mommy" in one hand and holding his Ironman Championship in the other. He acts paranoid about them, protecting them from anyone who comes near, glaring at the fans. He climbs into the ring and sits down on the mat, clutching both items close.

Brad: A very disturbed individual is our Ironman Champion. He shouldn't be allowed in public, he should be in an institution!

Doc: From what I hear, no institution would take him Brad! Besides, hes got parental supervision right there with him at all times.

Brad: It's a friggin sledgehammer for crying out loud!!

Doc: Oh sure, get technical about it.

The boos get even louder as the song switches to "Stigmata" by Ministry.

Levitan: And his partner ...... from Las Vegas Nevada ....weighing 390 pounds ... he is the RAWF World Heavyweight Champion!! ... he is DIRGE!!!!!!!!!

Dirge walks out, the World Championship thrown over his shoulder, the grin that the fans have come to despise still plastered on his face, and Erik Drugonov leading the way. When they get into the ring, Dirge hands Erik the betl ... shakes his head at his partner and tells him to get up. Manson does so and climbs out of the ring, placing his belt and his sledgehammer on the steel stairs.

Doc: This is great, we get to see our World Heavyweight Champion in action for the first time since he won the belt!!

Brad: The Monster from Sin City, looking ready to go. How do you think he feels, having to team with a maniac like Manson??

Doc: I don't think he gives a damn. He just wants to maim Kahuna ... maybe even Skitooski.

Brad: Szatkowski

Doc: Whatever.

Levitan: And their opponents...

"Jump" by Van Halen gets the crowd on their feet and cheering.

Levitan: Introducing first ..... from Battle Creek, Michigan .... weighing 225 pounds .... he is one half of the World Tag Team Champions .... this is DANNY SZATKOWSKI!!!

Danny exuberantly comes running dwon the ramp, only to stop just shy of getting into the ring. Manson tries to beckon him in, but he waggles his finger at the "Mad Man"

Doc: I'll give the little punk credit, he's smart to wait for backup before getting into the ring with those two.

Levitan: And his partner...

"The Mob Rules" by Black Sabbath plays, the crowd reacts even more than before...

Brad: Listen to this ovation for Big Kahuna!!! I can't believe this!

Levitan: Accompianied by his manager; Carl Sabre....from Honolulu, Hawaii .... weighing 284 pounds .... this is BIG KAHUNA!

Kahuna stalks down the ramp, Sabre following at a distance. When Kahuna gets to where Szatkowski is standing, they both charge the ring. Dirge backs up a couple of steps ... once he realizes that his partner has retreated to outside the ring. Manson goes over to "Mommy" and starts as if he is going to grab it, but decides against it, instead yelling a few incoherent words at it and nodding before getting into the ring.

Brad: Alright, our first official tag team match, set to go here. Whose going to start for who?

Doc: Well, if Kahuna's smart, he'll try to rest that bad shoulder as much as possible. It may be okay to wrestle, but it wouldn't take much to reinjure it. He should let Danny start.

Brad: Well, it's obvious he isn't listening to you Doc. He's talked Danny into letting him start .... and it looks like Dirge is going to start for the other team!!! Oh my!!! Wait ... or is he???

Dirge smirks at Kahuna, who is beckoning and gesturing him to "come get some". But Dirge shakes his head and yells "In my own good time my friend!" He points at Manson and tells him to go ahead. Manson happily nods and charges at Kahuna, who greets him with a couple of staggering right hands to the jaw. Then Kahuna scoops the "Mad Man" up and press slams him easily. Manson lands with a loud thud, his backside bouncing off the mat. The Ironman Champion scurries over to his corner on his hands and knees before Kahuna can get ahold of him again. Dirge appears to give the maniac some advice then shoves him back toward Kahuna, who nails him with a forearm to the face, then a chop across the chest. Kahuna whips him into the ropes and clotheslines him on the return. BK reaches over and tags Szatkowski, then grabs one of Manson's ankles. Danny grabs the other, and they wishbone him to the glee of the fans. While Manson writhes in pain, The Teen Sensation propels himself off the ropes and does a sliding dropkick to Manson's back. The move causes Manson to roll across the ring near the neutral corner. Danny quickly gets up and stomps on the maniac a couple of times. Then, quick as a cat, Szatkowski climbs the top turnbuckle and tries a shooting star press ..... but Manson has the presence of mind to roll out of the way and Danny hits nothing but mat. While Szatkowski tries to recover his wind, Manson ambles to his feet and walks over to where Danny is lying face down. He applies a camel clutch, leaning back hard, screaming gibberish all the while.

Brad: What's he bellowing in there Doc???

Doc: I don't know, but if I begin to hear thunder, I'm running for shelter!!

Manson keeps the pressure on until Szatkowski manages to reach out for the ropes. The referee pries Manson off and gives him a warning ... to which Manson just smiles at him. The "Mad Man" then picks Szatkowski up by the hair and drags him over to Dirge and tags him in. Dirge takes Danny from Manson and levels him with a roundhouse punch that causes the Teen Sensation to do a 180 degree flip, right on his face. Smiling that confident smile, Dirge steps on Szatkowski's back and walks over him, taunting Kahuna. BK stays put though, not wanting to give Dirge and Manson the chance for a double team, so Dirge just grins and drops an elbow onto the already sore back of Szatkowski. The crowd gives out a moan as the impact shakes the ring and Danny cries out in agony.

Doc: Saturnkoochi may have bitten off more than he can chew in this one Brad! This is definitely the matchup Manson and Dirge want! The Teen Sensation has no business being in the ring with the World Champion! None!

Brad: As much as I despise agreeing with you Doc, I do see your point. Danny is overmatched when he's in there with Dirge. No doubt about it.

Dirge picks the semi-conscious Szatkowski up and whips him into the ropes .... powerslamming him on the return. Rather than try for a cover, Dirge chooses to keep up the punishment on the young man, picking him up and slapping him a couple of times. Danny stumbles back, right into the corner where Manson waits. While Dirge argues meaninglessly with the ref, Manson grabs Danny by the head and starts biting him!! Kahuna can't stand it any longer, he climbs in and tries to go to Danny's rescue, only to have the ref intercept him and prevent him from getting there. While the ref puts BK back to his corner, Dirge tags Manson, and they proceed to whip him into the ropes and double back bodydrop him. Dirge returns to the apron while Manson dives on Danny and starts pummeling him with rapid fire fists to the face. Then he picks him up and whips him into the ropes. From somewhere in his reserves of energy, Danny finds it in himself to duck the clothesline attempt and bounce off the opposite ropes. Manson ducks down to try another back bodydrop, but Danny stops in mid run and kicks him right between the eyes. Manson stumbles back, grabbing his face. Szatkowski falls to one knee, trying to compose himself and get to his corner. Szatkowski gets up and gets a couple of steps before Manson charges. But Danny's instincts take over and he manages to execute a reverse atomic drop on the maniac. Manson howls and rolls on the man in pain as Szatkowski staggers over and tags BK just as Manson does the same with Dirge!

Doc: Here we go Brad!!! Unleashed preview coming up!!!

Dirge is taken aback when he realizes the tag was made by his opponents and he's standing face to face with Kahuna, which gives BK the opening to hit him with several right hands to the face. Kahuna grabs him by the ears and delivers a headbutt that staggers the monster back, but does not make him fall. Kahuna chops him once ... then again ... each time Dirge sways back a bit but refuses to go down. Kahuna propels himself of the ropes and clotheslines the big man, but still doesn't get Dirge to fall. But Kahuna finally solves that problem and scoops Dirge up and bodyslams him! The crowd goes wild, and Kahuna looks to them and smiles. He picks Dirge up and tries to pick him up for the Rainbow Slam .... but Manson scurries into the ring and nails him with a knee to the back. Manson slips back into the corner as Dirge takes advantage of his opening to scoop BK up and deliver a shoulderbreaker, right on the weak shoulder of Kahuna! With BK prone on the mat, holding the damaged joint, Dirge backs into the ropes and leaps, coming down hard with a legdrop right to Kahuna's throat. Dirge stands up and sneers at Kahuna, then walks over and tags Manson, who gleefully runs in and starts stomping on BK viciously. After a few seconds of this, he drags BK over to the ropes and drapes his neck on the middle one. Then he runs and bounces off the opposite ropes and jumps crotch first onto the back of Kahuna's neck. Then the Ironman Champion picks BK up and executes a standing neckbreaker and tries a cover. 1..2...kick out by BK. Nonplussed, the maniac grabs BK by the throat and savagely starts throttling him. The ref yells at Manson, counting to four before the illegal move is relenquished.

Doc: What a team Dirge and Manson are! No wonder they are champions! If it was Dominic Payne in there instead of Kahuna, we would be seeing new Tag Champions tonight!!

Brad: I think if Payne were in there, this would be a totally different match ... no offense to Kahuna, but Dominic is not so easily manhandled.

Doc: I liked it better when you were agreeing with me.

Brad: Don't get used to the idea.

Manson pulls Kahuna to his feet and tries a vertical suplex ... which Kahuna blocks! Manson tries again and Kahuna blocks a second time then reverses it to his own suplex! Both men lie on the mat motionless as the ref starts to count them out. Danny is over in the corner stomping and hollering for all he's worth trying to get Kahuna to get up. Finally, at eight, both men sit up at almost the same time. Kahuna crawls slowly over toward Szatkowski as Manson tries to shake off the fog. Just as Manson figures it out and tries to stop it, Kahuna tags and Szatkowski practically flies over the ropes and nails Manson with a savate kick that floors the maniac. Dirge climbs in and charges, but Danny is ready for him with a low blow that doubles the World Champion over. Szatkowski nails him with a scissor kick to the back of the head and Dirge goes down!! Manson tries to recover and attack, but Danny hits him with a solid dropkick to the chest and back down goes the Ironman Champion! Szatkowski bellows a celebratory whoop, realizing he has the two champions at his mercy! Quickly he runs over and climbs the top rope and waits for Dirge to get up. Dirge does so and Danny tries a missile dropkick ... but Dirge manages to shove him away at the last minute. Meanwhile, Kahuna has re-entered the ring and has thrown Manson over the top rope. Dirge executes a Nevada Nightmare on Szatkowski!!! Realizing he is not the legal man, Dirge turns around to look for his partner ... only to be met by a right hand to the face courtesy of BK! Kahuna lays into Dirge with several punches, reeling the World Champion. Outside the ring, Manson grabs "Mommy" and slides back into the fray. Kahuna goes to attempt another Rainbow Slam, but Dirge lands a forearm to his back, blocking the attempt. Dirge spots Manson standing up, preparing Mommy to whack someone. Dirge grabs Kahuna and hold him from behind, yelling at Manson to hit him. "Mad Man" laughs and charges, bringing the sledgehammer to bear. Kahuna slips out of Dirge's grasp just in time and Manson nails Dirge right in the chest with Mommy!! Dirge collapses to the canvas. Kahuna punches Manson in the chops, which sends the maniac into the ropes. Mommy falls useless to the mat and Kahuna charges and clotheslines Manson ... sending both men over the top. Szatkowski finds what little energy he has left and manages to roll over and drape an arm across the prone form of the World Champion. The ref, who lost track of who the legal man was, shrugs and makes the count. 1 ... 2... 3!!!

Brad: Wheelchair Jesus on a chariot driven crutch!!!! Danny Szatkowski has pinned Dirge!!! He pinned the World Champion!!!

Doc: Oh no ... we will NEVER hear the end of THIS!! I'm going to be sick just .... what the hell did you just say???

Winners by pinfall: BIG KAHUNA & DANNY SZATKOWSKI

All four men lay sprawled out .... two inside the ring, two outside ... Szatkowski manages to roll out of the ring as Erik climbs in to check on Dirge. Sabre runs over and helps Kahuna to his feet. The two of them go over to help Danny and Kahuna lifts the arm of his partner to the crowds delight!!

Brad: That's all the time we have folks! What a night of suprises it has been!!! See you next week!!

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