The show opens with a summary replay of what happened last week involving John Patrick and KIT in the opening segment,Dirge's comments, John Patrick's victory over Basic Killer, and finally the big brawl at the end that saw JP get dropkicked by Danny Szatkowski. The camera then pans into the Spectrum where the crowd is at a frenzy.

Brad: Hello everyone, welcome to Monday Night Chaos!! We are in the City Of Brotherly Love, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and Doc, I don't think the crowd at Veterans Stadium for the NFC Chamionship was THIS loud!!

Doc: The hell with football Brad! This aint Sportscenter! This is RAWF! Lets talk about what's going on here tonight. Like that cheap shot artist Danny Spackowski...

Brad: Szatkowski.

Doc: Whatever. That little punk had the nerve to take a cheap shot at John Patrick, a legend in this sport. Tonight he learns the error of his ways!

Brad: Ah, but will Dirge play a part in Patrick's match like Patrick played in his? What is Dirge thinking right now?

Doc: That's easy, he's thinking about tearing apart The Jolly Green Giant ....namely Dominic Payne. And Dirge isn't the only one Payne has to worry about. Schultz wants another piece of him ... and he wants it badly after the disrespect Payne showed him last week.

Brad: Plus, Omega has a score to settle with Justin Fantastic..

Doc: You mean Hogarth??

Brad: Knock it off Doc. All this and more coming up! But first, let's look at Schultz's challenge to Dominic Payne earlier this week...

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(((((Flash to scene from Gund Arena Locker Room after Chaos last Monday.))))) Schultz:You thought that was cool. You thought that you were so bad ass because you got the five count. Well you know what, you're not cool. My first ever match in this company and you want to go out and embarass me. You wanted to break my spirit. Make me want to leave forever. I'm not. Not after all that I've been through. I finally made it to the big house and I'm not going to let some fat ass get me down.

(((((Flash))))) Schultz: But I want there to be another match. I've thought it over for a long time. I want a match. I want a match with Payne. Not just a singles match like we just had.

(((((Flash))))) Schultz: I noticed that KIT has a little thing for specialty type matches. So i figured that I could give her something she might like. I wanted a match that has, to my knowledge, never been done before. I want to face Payne in a falls count anywhere, five count match. To win the match you must pin your opponent for a five count.

(((((Flash))))) Schultz: I am begging you KIT to give me my match. I was insulted by his display of such disrespect. This is a match that you got to give to me and you got to give this to the fans. This is a match that has to be fought.

(((((End of Flashback))))) Brad: From what I'm told Doc, Kit will make that decision tonight on whether or not to give Schultz his request.

Doc: How can she refuse him the chance to avenge that insult, that lack of respect that Dominic Payne showed him last week??

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Trash Barlow vs. Schultz

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

"Disease" by Matchbox 20 playa and Trash saunters down to the ring, wearing ripped jeans and a stained and torn Milli-Vanilli t-shirt ..... he climbs into the ring and gives rude gestures to the booing crowd.

Levitan: And his opponent ... from Lincoln Nebraska.... weighing 265 pounds ... this is SCHULTZ!!

"Mudshovel" by Staind plays. Schultz comes out from the curtain with an intense look on his face. He leans his head side to side as if stretching it, then continues down the ramp and climbs into the ring. He glares intently at Trash.

Brad: Trash Barlow, the man from Gary, Indiana. The man of a thousand odors getting ready to lock up with this young powerhouse.

Doc: I'm telling you Brad, this guy is out here to make a statement, a statement directed at one Dominic Payne. He won't be disrespected like that again.

The two circle once, then lock up. After a split second, Schultz bellows and shoves Barlow across the ring so hard, Trash does a backward flip into the corner. Trash gets up shakily and Schultz charges him, clotheslining him back into the corner. He steps aside and let's Trash collapse forward face first to the mat. Schultz then leaps high and drops a mean elbow across the back of Barlow's head. Trash's body convulses in pain. Schultz gets up and pulls Trash to his feet, then hits him with several left and rights to the face and chest. Trash tries to retaliate with a punch of his own, but it hardly fazes Schultz, who answers with a kick to Barlow's midsection. Trash doubles over and Schultz grabs him and executes a piledriver. Without pausing for an instant he is back to his feet, pulling Trash up again, and whipping him to the ropes and delivering a devastating spinebuster.

Doc: This guy is vicious!! What power!! He's gonna be something big in this sport.

Brad: But can he do any of these manuevers against the almost five hundred pound Payne?

Doc: This guy is strong enough to do anything he puts his mind to.

Schultz goes to pick Trash up once again, only to be met with a low blow. Trash stumbles to his feet as Schultz tries to shake off the cheap shot. Schultz turns around to face Trash, who bounces off the ropes and clotheslines him. Schultz gets right back up to Trash's astonishment, so he does it again... and again Schultz gets right back up. Trash tries it a third time, but Schultz catches him and powerslams him. Schultz gets up and bellows to the crowd. They respond with a so-so pop, but he doesn't seem to take notice as he backs up to the corner and waits for Trash to slowly get to his feet .... then nails him with a spear. he pauses to glare at the crowd, then picks Trash up once last time before giving him the Schultzizer!!! He covers and the ref counts 1...2...3. The ref gets up but Schultz yells at him, holding up five fingers, demanding a five count. The ref shrugs and slaps the mat twice more. "Mudshovel" by Staind immediately starts again and the ref tries to raise Schultz's arm, but he pushes him away and leaves the ring and walks back up the ramp, all the while snarling.

Winner by pinfall: SCHULTZ

Brad: A fairly quick and easy win for Schultz. Won't be that easy for him at Eruption though. Won't be that easy for anyone!

Doc: You may have just seen our first RAWF World Champion Brad! It could very well happen.

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Scene switches to Kit's office where we see her rooting around in one of the briefcases that will be used at Eruption. The other briefcases are laid out on a huge table alongside the one she has open. We cannot see what's inside. She smiles and closes it just as Vice walks in and sees her.

Vice: Hey, what are you doing?

Kit: I have added two more briefcases to the amount that will be hanging above the four rings. But these two are special suprises.

Vice: Wait a minute ... so now you want TEN briefcases instead of eight?? Kit, don't you think thats a bit much considering that it means that over half of the guys will get briefcases???

Kit: Listen Mr. Know-It-All. I have my reasons for it. I want Eruption to be full of suprises! And I'm just making sure it is! Quit questioning my decisions and just do your job. Make the announcement that there will now be ten suitcases.

Thomas Highway walks in, whistling a merry tune.

Highway: Hey Kit, Schultz is looking for you. Hey, is it just me or are the briefcases multiplying?

Vice rolls his eyes, then leaves the room shaking his head.

Highway: What's his problem now?

Kit: He's just unhappy because I came up with a great idea and he didn't think of it first. We are adding two new "suprise" suitcases to Eruption.

Highway: Hey, what a great idea!! You are brilliant!

Kit: I know, I know. Come on, let's get these loaded into the armored car for transport to LA.

Both of them pick up a couple suitcases and leave the room.

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Blackout vs. High Roller

Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... introducing first ... from Whittier, California.... weighing 235 pounds .... BLACKOUT!

"Toxic" by Crazytown is keyed up and the crowd goes berserk. Blackout, in trademark black attire and Allen Iverson shoes, styles to the ring, shakes a few hands, and signs an autograph. He gets inside the ring and raises his arms to let the fans know they should make more noise! They oblige happily.

Levitan: And his opponent ... from Las Vegas, Nevada.... weighing 245 pounds ... this is HIGH ROLLER!!

"Emperor's Hymn From String Quartet in C:HADYN Kodaly Quartet" interrupts what was once a "high energy" crowd. Once his music plays and High Roller becomes visible, the crowd becomes mostly silent, fairly indifferent, with a scattering of boos. As he makes his way to ringside, a paper cup gets him right between the eyes. Infuriated, he turns to look and see who did it. What he does see is numerous fans telling him, with a classic gesture, that he is "number one." Roller starts yelling obscenities, and getting them right back in return. The confrontation escalates, with Roller pulling back in a punching motion. However, Blackout, seeing what was happening, slides out of the ring and walks behind him. As H.R. draws back, Blackout hooks his arm, grabs the back of his head, and slams it down on the barricade. When the Gambler rebounds from the blow, Blackout grabs the back of his head, leads him to the edge of the ring, and posts him on the metal pole. Watching his opponent fall, Blackout jumps on the apron, then relaunches and slams into the Roller in a mighty splash, sandwiching his opponent between himself and the unforgiving ground. The referee threatens to call the whole thing a "No Contest." unless they get it into the ring. Blackout rolls into the ring, but High Roller is still crumpled on the mat. The ref calls for the opening bell.

Doc: What?? We just now have the bell? All that action before the match even started! My problem is that the referee calls for the bell when the High Roller is flat on his back outside the ring. He should've waited until BOTH men were in there, then rang the bell. He's obviously jealous of the guys money and fame, its terrible how biased he is...

Brad: Give it a rest. No one told the guy to beef with the fans, he was betting Blackout would stay in the ring, and he lost. Now its time to pay up.

Doc: You need to work on your material...

The ref starts the count...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9...H.R. rolls into the ring, and promptly rolls back out. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9- and he rolls back in.

Brad: We've seen this strategy used before, it seems to be a trademark.

Doc:You love to have it both ways...get on them when they do something wrong, get on them when they do something smart. He took a beating before the bell, and now he's just trying to recover.

H.R. rolls back in the ring, but this time stays there. He gets on his knees, and puts his hands in a big "T," as if asking for a timeout. Blackout responds by kicking him in the stomach, and dragging him to his feet. When he is on his feet, Roller pokes the Whittier native right in the eyes. While Blackout clutches his face...High Roller goes to work. First he biffs him with a hambone in the temple. Next, he kicks him in the stomach, doubles him over, and hits a double-under suplex. Pressing his advantage, Roller drops a knee, chokes him to the 4 count, and punches him several times. Picking him up, he knocks him down with a clothesline, only to get him up again and nail a side suplex, which is followed by an elbow. Trying to press his advantage further and get his first win, Roller drags him up by the head, only to get gouged in the eyes himself. Clutching his face and himself now doubled over, High Roller watches through blurred vision as Blackout runs the ropes and comes back with intent on causing damage. Roller drops to the mat, causing Blackout to jump over him and continue running the ropes. On his way back, Roller leapfrogs Blackout, and himself runs the opposite ropes. They continue their momentum until they meet in the middle of the ring, clubbing each other with clotheslines.

Brad: What a match! Roller has come back from a beating...Blackout has absorbed punishment...and now both are down courtesy of a double clothesline.

Doc: Face it, you were writing off High Roller from the beginning, and now he is in control.

Roller does get up first, and cinches him up for a textbook suplex. Blackout wraps his foot around Rollers leg, blocking the hold. Roller goes for the suplex again, same results. Blackout punches him in the stomach, then turns the tables and suplexes the rich man from Vegas. He allows himself to be carried with his momentum, and he ends up on top of H.R. Furious, he sends several punches into Rollers face before the ref stops him. Next, he climbs the ropes and waits for him to get to his feet, when Roller does get to his feet, he is sent down again with a thunderous missile dropkick. Picking his opponent up, Blackout executes a belly to belly suplex.

Doc: The suplex brothers are putting on a show. Both men are well schooled in the fundamentals, and hitting each other with good wrestling moves.

Brad: This has been a solidly technical match, with the exception of an eye rake here and there...

Doc: You do what you can to win...do what you can...

After German and snap suplexes are applied by Blackout, Roller is left a mess in the middle of the ring. Blackout climbs the ropes, waits for H.R. to get to his feet, then hits him with a high cross body, straight into a pinning predicament. The ref makes the count...1-2-

Brad: No! He kicked out! I don't believe it...

Blackout, getting upset with Roller's tenacity, clubs him with a few shots, then sends him crashing down with a flying headbutt. Turning him over, Blackout slaps on one of his trademark finishing maneuvers, the one known as the Nightmare Stretch. His version of the Texas Cloverleaf is very painfull, and the High Roller tries desperately to get to the ropes. His fingertips almost brushing the ropes, Roller winces, tries again, and...taps out in pain!

Brad: The High Roller turned it up a notch, but still couldn't get the job done.

Doc: No, he did the job alright. I like the guy, but he hasn't hit his stride yet. Blackout, though is making his mark on the way to Eruption! I have to give credit where credit is due...he beat the High Roller at his own scientific game!

Winner by submission: BLACKOUT!

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Brad: Let's turn it over to Jessica Beach for a moment. Jessica?

Jessica Beach is standing with 'Terrific' Tony Marduck, he smiles a sleazy grin at the camera, then up and down Jessica's body. Jessica coughs in an attempt to snap him out of it and begins to talk.

Jessica: Hey I'm backstage with the owner of Marduck Services, "Terrific" Tony Marduck. I believe he has a few things to say for us, but first how do you think your guys are going to be performing tonight?

Tony stops his one man perverted peep show, shaking it out of him head he answers her question.

Tony: Well I don't have to say this too many times but my guys are top quality competitors and they will show the calibre of wrestler that make Marduck Services, the best thing in the wrestling world today! Maxx and Omega don't stand a chance.

Jessica: Okay..... Do you have anything else to say?

Tony: Yeah if there's any wrestlers that want to wrestle under the guidance of Tony Marduck, I will be holding auditions in two weeks on this show. So if you think you make the grade I will be out there in the ring to judge whether your good enough!

Jessica: Have you cleared this with KIT , Jonathan Vice and Thomas Highway?

Tony: Yeah don't worry babe...... I'll sort that out....... Anyways, (starting to look her up and down again, his eyes widening.) How about if we hold private auditions, just me and you?"

Jessica: No thanks, I don't think my boyfriend would like that.

Tony: Who's your boyfriend? Oh who cares!? Listen I'm going straight to the top, you can come with me, (coming closer to her.) if you know how to do things right....

Jessica: (Backing off.) Yeah right, get away from me creep before I get security to break your fat face!

She walks out of camera shot, leaving the camera on his face.

Tony: Maybe next time you'll make the right choice.

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Maxx Capital vs. Bill Fury

Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... introducing first ... from Glascow, Scotland.... weighing 222 pounds .... BILL FURY!!

"Paradise City" by Guns And Roses plays as the huge man in the black trunks makes his way down to a chorus of boos. All business, he ignores the crowd, he has a job to do and he intends on doing it well.

Doc: We have some large guys in here, and this is one of the biggest. He battled that beast Dirge, and didn't lose...that's saying something!

Brad: Conspicuous by his absence...Tony Marduk. Where is Fury's manager anyway?

Doc: Last time I checked, he was an adult and could go anywhere he pleased without reporting in...My money is that he is talking strategy with Hogarth...he needs it! Bill, though...doesn't look like he needs any help tonight.

Brad: Or any night for that matter. We sure have the "beef on the hook," here in the RAWF...and here comes the man who has to bring Goliath down...

Levitan: And his opponent ... from Santa Cruz, California .... weighing 243 pounds ... this is MAXX CAPITAL!!

"Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous" by Good Charleot replaces "Paradise City" and Maxx runs out full of energy to the roar of applause. Sprinting down the ramp, he slides under the bottom rope, determined to get the fans pumped up and give them a show they will not believe.

Doc: Capital had a big win last week, lets see if he can keep the momentum going leading up to Eruption!

Brad: This win would be big, no pun intended, for Maxx Capital, going into the big PPV undefeated. He does have his hands full tonight...

The bell rings as Maxx primps for the fans. Lumbering behind him, Fury grabs him around the throat, and squeezes. Hard.

Doc: You're wrong already...Bill is the one with his hands full tonight!

Fury chokes him until the ref counts to four, then he headbutts him, sending him crashing to the mat. As he falls down, Bill looks at the stumbling figure, mutters "Ya' dumb arsehole!" and continues the fight. After getting stomped by the 7 footer, Capital's body shudders in pain. The crowd starts chanting "Ca-pi-tal! Ca-pi-tal!" trying to elicit a comeback. Hearing the fans, Maxx tries to shake off the near concussion. He manages to get to his feet and duck away from Fury's grip, in spite of the wracking agony. He runs the ropes, flies in the air in perfect form for his flying lariat...and makes a loud thumping noise as he bounces off of Bill's chest. Brushing the blow away, Fury picks Capital up and subjects him to a brutalizing set of punches and kicks, eventually throwing him into the corner, helpless. Marduk's man goes to another corner himself, smiling, waiting for the high flyer to get back to his feet.

Baxter: Why doesn't he press his advantage...He needs to wipe that grin off of his face and get to work!

Doc: Can't he have any fun? As Bill would say, "He's kickin' Capital's arse" in there. Maxx is the one who needs to "get to work," and get something going!

Capital, realizing the value of his t-shirt was plummeting faster than a stone dropped in water, uses the ropes to get to his feet. Sizing up the big man in the opposite corner, Maxx runs full speed at him, intent on nailing a dropkick to his smiling face. Fury is quite large, but not slow in this instance. Capital soars through the air kicking nothing but atmosphere, and ends up crotched on the top turnbuckle. Tears start welling up in his eyes as his brain lets him know just how much pain he is in... Chuckling, Bill watches as his opponent falls backward, landing hard on his head and shoulders.

Doc: Schultz's headbutt last week looks weak in comparison to that! Maybe Bill should just stand there and watch Capital beat his own ass! What was he thinking?

Brad: Doc! Show some integrity, will you? Try to be unbiased and quit insulting the guys putting it all on the line in there...

Doc: He was putting something on the line, alright...hehe

Dragging Maxx's carcass to the middle of the ring, Fury "runs" the ropes, jumps and lands a big splash. Rolling off of him quickly, Bill gets up and drops a big elbow. Still not covering, the dominating man from Scotland rolls out of the ring and takes a bottle of water from the announcers table. Polishing it off in two gulps, he gets back in the ring. Impressively, Maxx Capital gets to his feet, only vaguely aware of where he is, and who he is...swinging weakly, Fury picks him up like a rag doll and puts him on his shoulders in a torture rack. Shrieking, Capital momentarily forgets the pain in his lower region...

Brad: Ref...stop the damn match! He is obviously helpless in there...ring the bell, Capital is done...

Doc: No one told him to turn his back on a 7' street fighter at the beginning of the match. He did it himself, and now he's paying the price. If you didn't know better, you'd think he didn't know he was supposed to wrestle tonight...he was so unprepared...

Brad: Prepared or not, no one deserves this! Stop it already!

Sensing his opponent was ripe for a submission, Bill dumps him off of his shoulders, releasing him from the hold. The crowd sits dead silent, and the sound of a body smacking the mat echoes throughout the arena. When he lands, Maxx rolls out of the ring, seriously considering heading for higher ground. Groggy, in pain, and upset, Capital grabs a chair, full of bad intentions. Fury, for his part, stops the count several times so that he wouldn't get the cheap win. Brandishing the foreign object, Maxx enters the ring. Unfortunately, he is too weak to stop what happens next...the ref tears the chair out of his hands and tosses it out of the ring. With one last card to play, he sums up the last of his strength, waits for the right moment, and goes for the Capital Kick! Connecting, the sound reverberates across the quiet arena as boot connects with hand. Grasping Capital's foot in his large paw, he drops the leg, grabs Maxx by the throat, lifts him high in the air, then brings him down in a powerbomb! The count is academic...1-2-3!

Doc: I have one question on my mind. Did Maxx Capital sleep with Bill's wife? We could've called this the "Woodshed Match." That was one hell of a beating, and Capital's momentum is OVER!

Brad: I knew you were a moral enough man to not kick a guy when he's down...He had an "off-night." He could bounce back at Eruption!

Doc: I aint betting on that. Someone get a mop and clean that guy off the mat.

Winner by pinfall: BILL FURY

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Vice is sitting in his office watching the beating that just occurred in the ring. He shakes his head and mumbles something about "potential". He reaches for a file on his desk when the phone rings. He gives the phone a quizzical look before answering...

Vice: Vice here ............. oh, it's you ............ hey, it's your own damn fault, if you hadn't cha ............. you found what? ............ really? ............ are you sure?? ............ yes, I'll take care of it but ..... hello?

We hear a click as whoever Vice was talking to hung up on the other end. Vice puts the phone down and rubs his temples, then looks to the ceiling.

Vice: Why can't things ever go smoothly around here??

The ceiling doesn't answer.

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The scene switches to one of the hallways in the dark recesses of the Spectrum. A woman, dressed all in black, with a veil over her face and a big black hat is walking down the hallway looking very much like she is going to someones funeral. She approaches a door marked "Keep Out!" in what looks like smeared red paint. She lightly knocks on the door. We hear Omega's raspy voice come from behind the door.

Omega: It isn't time for my match yet! Go the hell away whoever you are!!

The woman hesitates for a second before knocking again. A few seconds later, the door whips open and a furious looking Omega pops his head out.

Omega: Who in the hell are you??

The woman reaches into her purse and pulls out a wad of money in a clip. She shows it to Omega and then leans in and whispers...

Woman: Someone who wants to make you an offer you won't want to refuse. May I come in so we may ... discuss it?

Omega's eyes dart back and forth between the money and the woman for a few seconds, before he opens the door wide and motions for her to follow him in. They close the door behind them as the scene fades out.

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Dominic Payne vs. Dirge

Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... introducing first ... from Las Vegas, Nevada.... weighing 390 pounds .... DIRGE!

"Stigmata" by Ministry plays as Dirge "walks that aisle" to the ring amid a chorus of boos. Not caring what the fans think, say, or do...he makes his way to the ring with an air of confidence few know...

Levitan: And his opponent ... from Eagle Creek, Oregon.... weighing 488 pounds ... this is DOMINIC PAYNE!!

"The Last of The Superstars" by Subsonic blares as the fans respond with enthusiasm. Dominic seemingly makes his way to the ring in two strides of his long legs. When he makes it inside the ring, he walks to the middle of the ring where he is met by Dirge who stares at him to take his measure, and Payne stares right back to see what Dirge's first move will be.

Doc: These guys are ready to go at it...both daring each other to make the first move. Both undefeated. The guy I feel sorry for is the ref, who has to be between "the rock and the hard place" in there.

Brad: I wouldn't want to be the one trying to keep control ...these behemoths will go all out, with the one goal being to destroy the other, this is the last Chaos before Eruption, the last chance to build a reputation before gold is won.

As the bell rings, Dirge swings a haymaker and clobbers Payne with a heavy punch. Backpedalling, Payne covers up as Dirge relentless blasts punch after punch. Desperately, Payne flails with a punch of his own, connecting with Dirge's temple, causing him to pause the assault. Payne responds with a headbutt and grabs Dirge quickly in a bear hug, not only to slow Dirge down, but to give himself a rest.

Brad: Dirge starting out fast, Payne is being very smart here, Dirge can't hit him with his arms firmly trapped in a bear hug.

Doc: Getting him in a bear hug is one thing...keeping him there is another.

Dirge initially tries to power out of the hug, with no success. Payne keeps on the pressure, but Dirge stays cool and again tries to power out of it...this time Payne's grip gives a little. Smiling, Dirge gives him a look that says, "I'm breaking it this time." Reading this correctly, Dominic tries to reset his hold and get a stronger grip. However, his opponent summons his strength then...headbutts him between the eyes, breaking the hug effectively. Still smiling, Dirge then batters Payne with a barrage of punches and kicks. He throws Dominic against the ropes and downs him with a tremendous clothesline. Liking that, Dirge treats him to another. And another. One more trip to the ropes for Payne but this time Dirge nails a flapjack, causing the ring to shudder.

Doc: That guy has power! I didn't think the contest would be this lopsided. The monster is certainly pressing his advantage.

Brad: Which is the intelligent thing to do. First Dominic Payne was fighting a smart fight, now Dirge is keeping to a good game plan. When you have a guy that size on the ropes, you don't let him off the hook!

The manbeast looks at the fallen 7 footer and starts dropping an assortment of elbows, knees, and splashes. Grabbing him by the hair, he drags the giant of a man to his feet, then grabs him by the throat for a chokeslam. Knowing that his end was near, Payne grabs Dirge's throat, too. For a couple of seconds, the crowd holds its collective breaths, as they await the resolution of this...problem. The ref holds his breath, interested, forgetting the fact that both men have illegal holds on and he should start a count. Coincidentally, at this time, Dirge and Payne aren't quite breathing, either, but for a different reason. Dirge knees Payne, but it doesn't break his hold. Payne knees Dirge, but it doesn't break the hold. Neither man giving ground...until Payne knees Dirge again and brings his head down for a well placed headbutt. Both men release their chokes, Payne runs the ropes, swings at Dirge for a clothesline, causing his opponent to duck and run the ropes, Dirge bounces back, Payne continues to run and bounces back, and Dirge downs the big man with a leaping clothesline. The crowd boos hotly, as they had hoped that Payne would be the one to send Dirge down. They fire up a chant of Payne! Payne! Payne! to get their favorite wrestler going, but they only fire up Dirge, who in his mind only hears Pain! Pain! Pain! and decides to give it to them...

Doc: Dirge is at the top of his game...everything has been working for him.

Brad: Everything is working for him? What holds has he really applied? If you kick and punch somebody, its going to work for you!

Doc: Hey, I don't see any flying head scissors, victory rolls, or figure-fours out of Dominic Payne, either! When you have a match between people of this size, arsenals of holds usually get cut in half...at least! So don't complain about scientifics in this match...these are two brutes matching up in power, size and brutality, and so far Dirge is winning it!

Dirge runs the ropes and hits a leg drop, then a knee. Grabbing one of his legs, Dirge brings down an elbow on his thigh, then repeats for the other leg. Picking his shots, He moves to the arms, where he drops a couple of knees on Payne's right elbow.

Brad: This is something I can appreciate, he is working on different body parts, trying to cut the big guy down to size. If he keeps chopping away like that, Payne will be "ripe for the picking," so to speak.

Dirge casually walks over to his opponents' left arm and jumps in the air, aiming for the left elbow, when Payne rolls out of the way, leaving Dirge to fall with his full weight on one kneecap. With Dirge tending to his hurt knee, Payne summons his remaining strength and stomps Dirge several times, putting much of his ample weight in each motion, which is also painful for him, since his legs had been "worked over." Continuing his offensive, Dominic grabs Dirge, shoots him into the ropes via Irish-whip, then boots him right in the mouth, sending Dirge down. Dominic scoops him up and tries to bodyslam him, but his right arm fails him, due to the abuse it took. Undaunted, Payne goes for a left handed scoop, and bodyslams the 390 pounder!

Doc: We've been talking about Dirge's strength, but that Dominic Payne is no featherweight. He just bodyslammed a 390 pound man, and that isn't like lifting in a weight room!

Brad: No one ever said that Payne was a pushover. Lets see if he can press the advantage.

Dominic follows up the bodyslam with an impressive looking and sounding splash. He makes a cover 1-2- kickout by Dirge. Payne covers him again 1-kickout a little quicker, letting the giant know he needs to soften him up some more. Getting to his feet, Dominic grabs Dirge and sends him flying into a corner. Dominic runs and meets him in with an avalanche. Then Payne sends his opponent into another corner, which is followed up with another avalanche. When Dirge hits the mat, Dominic hits Dirge with another splash. He drops an elbow and a knee, then makes the sign for his finishing chokeslam called The Pain!

Doc: I don't believe it...The Legend by Reputation is in trouble! If Payne hits The Power, Dirge will be done! I can't believe what I'm seeing!

Brad: Dominic has put up quite the fight...Dirge is getting to his feet...will it be The Power?

Dirge gets to his feet and is met with a hand clamped around his throat. Expecting this, he slams a knee into Payne's groin, stopping the choke slam before it gets started.

Doc: Geezus! I'm telling you, Brad, when Dominic gets in the ring, its more like a game of hoops. I see more "ballhandling" in one Dominic Payne match than I do in an entire Laker game! He has got to be getting tired of it. First Schultz, then Dirge!

Brad: Its not entirely his opponents' fault. He is a tall man, and I guess its an effective counter...

Dirge follows up the knee with a spinebuster ala Arn Anderson. He picks up the seven footer and shoots him into the ropes, delivers a clothesline that doesn't quite not the man off his feet, then follows with a clothesline from hell. Dominic falls to the mat, stunned. Positioning himself behind Payne, Dirge waits patiently for Payne to get up. On his feet, Dominic looks but does not see Dirge, only then to feel an explosion of pain from his back.

Brad: The Spinebreaker! Dirge's feared reverse Gore! Payne is down. Payne is down!

Doc: That is a vicious move, and I don't think that Dominic Payne is getting up from it!

Dirge makes the cover, the ref makes the count...1-2-3! Dirge stands up, and shouts at the camera, "You are next, 'Legend.'"

Winner by pinfall: DIRGE!

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Bo Dacious sits in the locker room, getting dressed for his upcoming match when Vice and two men in suits come walking in.

Vice: Bo, we have a problem my friend. These gentlemen are from the INS. I'm afraid they have to take you away.

Bo: Take me away? What bloody for?

Vice: It seems your visa for working in the States has expired. A couple of weeks ago as a matter of fact.

Bo: Ah hell, I was gonna get that taken care of when I got the chance. Can't this at least wait until after the match?

INS Man #1: I'm afraid not Mr. errrrr Dacious. You have to come with us. Chances are we can get this straightened away in a couple of days and we won't have to deport you, but we can't let you work or collect a paycheck until it is.

Bo: Ah, bloody hell.

Vice: Well gentlemen, I can see you have it under control, I'll just be going now.

Vice leaves the room as the two agents cross their arms and wait for Bo to get dressed. Outside in the hallway, Kit comes jogging up to Vice.

Kit: What's going on in there? Who were those guys?

Vice: Bo Dacious as of two weeks ago is an illegal alien. Meaning we don't have to pay him. And his match last week doesn't count as official.

Kit: Geezus Murphy! So now I guess that triple threat match is going to be down to two. Well, that's not so bad, as long as we can get Bo back for Eruption. With Dante injured and Josh Swanson quitting .... but we hired that Mickyskimins.... that leaves us with sixteen for the ladder match.

Vice: Seventeen actually.

Kit: Huh? How do you figure?

Vice: Under RAWF bylaws that you and I created ... any wrestler who wasn't legal to wrestle in the United States could not participate in matches or RAWF events of any kind. And any who do, their matches future AND past become forfeit .. meaning Bo's match didn't count last week.

Kit looks at Vice with confusion until it slowly dawns on her what that means... A look of irritation replaces the look of confusion...

Kit: Which means Matt Korben is still a RAWF wrestler...

Vice: That is correct.

Vice walks away trying to hide a grin from Kit as she rolls her eyes and looks at the ceiling in frustration.

Kit: Why does there ALWAYS have to be something that goes wrong around here??

The ceiling doesn't answer.

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Omega vs. Justin Fantastic

Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... introducing first ... from Areas Unknown.... weighing 237 pounds .... OMEGA!

"Castlevania Symphony Of The Night" by Requiem for the Gods plays as Omega slowly appears from behind the curtain, With him is the mysterious woman we witnessed earlier, still dressed in black and face covered by her veil. Omega climbs intot he ring to the boos and catcalls of the crowd, but the woman remains at ringside.

Brad: Apparently, this lady has bought her way into being Omega's new manager ... or at least in his corner for this evening. Must be a real big fan to go to those lengths.

Doc: I don't know, but she has great gams!! I'm a sucker for short black skirts!!

Brad: Didn't realize you had a color preference in that category Doc.

"Sympathy For The Devil" by Rolling Stones begins and the crowd gives out a roar of approval.

Levitan: And his opponent ... from Areas Unknown.... weighing 175 pounds ... this is JUSTIN FANTASTIC!!

Justin struts out onto the ramp and the fans respond in kind.

Doc: I can't for the life of me figure out what the fans see in a little pipsqueak like Hogarth!!!

Brad: For the last time Doc, his name is Justin, he had it legally changed about four months ago!!

Doc: So what? He'll always be little Hogarth to me!

Justin slaps some hands on his way down to the ring. He climbs up on the apron and vaults over the ropes to the delight of the fans. He stares at omega across the ring as the bell rings. Omega wildly charges, trying to take a quick advantage, but Justin is ready for it and catches him with a hip toss, sending him to the mat. Omega quickly gets back to his feet, only to be met by a dropkick that sends him to the mat again. Omega tries again, only to once again recieve a dropkick. This time he stays down and Justin drops a knee to his solarplexes. Omega grabs his stomach and rolls out of the ring where his new lady friend is there to encourage him on. Justin however, bounces off the opposite ropes and leaps through the ropes nearest Omega and hits him with a bodypress. The woman barely has time to get out of the way as the two crash to the concrete.

Brad: What a move by Justin! What he lacks in size, he makes up with great high impact manuevers like that!!

Doc: What he lacks in size .... in brains .... in talent..

Both men are sprawled on the floor, but Justin recovers first. He gets up and stomps on Omega a couple of times before picking him up and tossing him back into the ring. Justin starts to climb back in, but the lady in black steps forward ... Justin glances back and she backs up. He gets back in, but keeps his eyes on her ..... which prevents him from seeing Omega come at him with a clothesline that levels him. Omega picks him back up and chops him viciously across the chest. Then picks him up again and executes a backbreaker. He goes for the cover, but the ref is out of position and Justin kicks out at one. Omega pulls Justin to his feet and gets behind him, then delivers a full nelson slam. Omega then sneers at the crowd and they respond with a loud round of boos. Justin pulls himself to his feet using the ropes, but Omega is on him quickly, biting him on the forehead. The ref warns Omega, and he stops. He sets Justin up for a powerbomb, but Justin reverses it, backdropping Omega. Justin collapses to his knees while Omega tries to shake off the effects of the backdrop. Both men get to their feet roughly at the same time, but Justin is quicker, nailing Omega with a superkick. Omega goes down hard and Justin climbs the top turnbuckle and waits for Omega to get up. When he does, Justin tattos him with a spinning heel kick! Justin covers, but Omega kicks out at two. Justin picks up Omega, who takes the momentum away from JF by eye gouging him, then catching him with a forearm to the head.

Doc: Omega is too tough for pipsqueak. It's going to take more than a few kicks to finish this dark warrior.

Brad: Dark warrior? Your starting to sound like R.A. Salvatore.

Doc: Who?

Omega keeps the pressure on, hitting Justin with several punches to the face. Justin tries to get away and catch his breath, but Omega grabs him and executes a fisherman suplex. Omega covers. Ref counts 1 ... 2... kickout by Justin. Omega angrily pounds on the mat and glares at the ref. He gets up and pulls Justin to his feet, whips him into the ropes and powerslams him on the return. Another cover yields only a two count as Justin manages to get a shoulder up. Again, Omega pulls Justin to his feet. He whips him into the ropes and attempts a clothesline from hell, but Justin ducks and rebounds off the ropes. Omega turns around and his hit with a flying bodypress by Justin! Justin doesnt make a cover though, he just rolls off of Omega and staggers to his feet as the crowd gets behind him. Omega gets up and Justin gets a rush of adrenaline and nails him with several right hands to the face. Omega backs up into the corner and Justin hits him with a spinning heel kick. Omega slumps down to the mat, still sitting in the corner. Justin backs up, then charges and does a sliding dropkick to the solarplexes of Omega. The lady at ringside is pounding on the mat, frustrated.

Brad: Who is this woman?? Where did she come from?

Doc: I'm still trying to figure out who R.A. Salvatore is! One mystery at a time please...

Justin pulls Omega up and executes a vertical suplex. Then he gets up and walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it, then leaps and hits with a frogsplash! Referee counts 1...2...Omega manages to kickout somehow. Justin gets up in disgust and backs up, waits for Omega to get to his feet and leaps for a dropkick attempt, but Omega ducks out of the way. Justin hits the mat hard and grabs his head upon impact. The woman outside the ring picks up a chair from ringside and throws it into the ring. Omega picks up the chair and prepares to drive it into Justin's sternum, but the ref grabs it from him. Omega advances on the ref, enraged that he would stop him. While they are arguing, Justin gets up, sneaks up behind Omega and hits him with a savate kick to the back of the head. The momentum of the kick sends Omega sprawling into the referee and they both go down hard. Justin slowly gets to his feet and pulls Omega up and into the corner, where he starts working him over. Meanwhile, behind him, the lady in black slides under the ropes and grabs the chair. The crowd gets loud, trying to warn Justin as she charges. Justin catches a glimpse of her just in time to get out of the way somehow! Omega however is not so lucky as the chair catches him right between the eyes with a loud thwack. Omega slumps to the mat unmoving. Justin grabs the woman by the arm and holds on with a grip of iron. She tries to pull away, but to no avail.

Doc: Hey! Someone call the police!! This is aggravated assault!! We know Justin's history with women! There's still a poor girl missing, what was her name again?

Justin reaches for her veiled hat, she struggles not to let him get it. But finally, he rips it off her head and we see her face for the first time..

Brad: ALYSSA MOORE!!!

Doc: Yeah! That's what her name was ......... Wait a minute, THAT'S ALYSSA MOORE!!

Brad: The woman that Justin was investigated and arrested in connection with her disappearance several months ago!!!

Doc: She finally escaped from wherever he was holding her and has come to exact revenge!!!

Brad: Oh please Doc! I very seriously doubt thats true!!!

Justin looks absolutely stunned. He releases Alyssa and just gawks at her, his jaw practically touching the mat. She takes advantage of this and steps up and smacks him hard across the face. This shakes him out of his reverie and he starts after her, but she leaps out of the ring and runs back up the ramp. Justin, realizing he won't catch her, just stares after her, murder in his eyes. Meanwhile, Omega is getting slowly to his feet, but once Alyssa disappears behind the curtain Justin turns his attention back to Omega. He grabs him and delivers a Just Fantastic!!!!! He covers, hooks the leg, and gets the 1...2...3!

Winner by pinfall: JUSTIN FANTASTIC

Brad: Despite the shock of the appearance of Alyssa Moore, Justin gets the "W" and heads into Eruption with some momentum!

Doc: Yeah, but I think it's a safe bet, we ... or Justin in particular ... have not seen the last of Ms. Moore.

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Brad: Let's once again send it back to the lovely Jessica Beach, who is trying to get a word with the latest signee with RAWF. Mickyskimins!

Jessica Beach is standing outside of Mickyskimins locker room, and knocks.

Mickyskimins: Who is it?

Jessica: It is Jessica Beach I was hoping to get an interview.

Mickyskimins open the door, he peeks out, sees Jessica and he smiles.

Mickyskimins: Okay, when?

Jessica: Right now.

Mickyskimins: Okay....

Jessica: So give me a little background of yourself.

Mickyskimins: Well, I grew up in Omaha, Nebraska. I have loved to watch wrestling all my life, so it is an honor to be in RAWF. I guarantee I will try my hardest to become one of the biggest high-flying show-stopping wrestlers in the RAWF.

Jessica: What is the first goal you are wishing to accomplish in the RAWF?

Mickyskimins: Well right now it is to win my first match, but it would the greatest thing in the world to win a championship at Eruption! Heck, I got as much chance as anyone. Why does it matter if I haven't had a match yet?

Jessica: It doesn't. All you have to do is get one of those briefcases that has a belt.... Hey, I'M supposed to be asking the questions here!

Mickyskimins: So ask already! Ask anything you want.

Jessica: Do you think you are World Heavyweight Championship matierial?

Mickyskimins: I think I can beat anyone in this federation if that is what you are asking. I mean I can stand up to anyone and give them a run for their money.

Jessica: Thank you for your time Micky.

Mickyskimins: Maybe next time we can talk about something other than wrestling!

Jessica: (Rolling her eyes.) Back to you Brad and Doc.

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Basic Killer vs. Big Kahuna

Levitan: The following contest ... introducing first ...accompianied by his manager...Carl Sabre.... from Honolulu, Hawaii.... weighing 284 pounds .... BIG KAHUNA!

"The Mob Rules" by Black Sabbath plays and Kahuna appears at the curtain, his white trunks with rainbows on each side from back to front gleaming in the spotlight. He wears dark blue boots with rainbows on them as well, with the initials BK under them. Carl wears a bright red and orange Hawaiian Shirt, white shorts, and sunglasses. The two of them make their way down to the ring grinning ear to ear. The fans ply them with a hearty round of boos which they seem to exhalt in.

Levitan: And his opponent ... from Oakland, California.... weighing 245 pounds ... this is BASIC KILLER!!

"Stick" by The Dunes is cued up and the man known as Basic Killer walks briskly down the ramp without taking his eyes off of his opponent in the ring. He slides in under the ropes stares at Kahuna. Kahuna keeps grinning as Sabre leaves the ring. The bell is heard and the two circle each other, looking for an opening.

Brad: The battle of the BK's! Our first look at the man from Honolulu in competition. Of course we saw him last week when he decided to get involved in Matt Korben's match...

Doc: Which reminds me, a travesty has unfolded here tonight!! Matt Korben lost a Loser Leaves RAWF, but because of some stupid regulation, that match doesn't count .... just because Bo Dacious' visa had expired??? What a crock! I think Kit needs to revise her policies!!

Brad: And it means Matt Korben will be at Eruption this Sunday and have a shot with everyone else at being the first RAWF World Champion in two years!!

Doc: I'm getting nauseated just thinking about it.

Kahuna and Killer lock up and jockey for position. Kahuna gets the better of it and manages to push Killer over to the corner. The ref calls for a break and Killer puts his hands up, waiting for Kahuna to back off. But Kahuna has a better idea, he decides a knife edge chop to the chest of Killer would be better, several of them as a matter of fact. Killer reels from each impact. Kahuna whips him to the opposite corner where Killer lowers his head and goes upside down into the turnbuckles. Kahuna charges, but in a awesome feat of strength, Killer pulls himself up into a sitting position atop the turnbuckle, grabs the ropes, stand and leaps backwards, landing behind Kahuna, who has stopped just short of the turnbuckles, and nailing him with a knife edge of his own when Kahuna turns around. Killer sends several kicks to Kahuna's midsection. With Kahuna in the corner, Killer gets on the second rope, then biel throws him out of the corner. The momentum of the move causes Kahuna to sit up after initial impact and Killer kneels down and grabs him in a chin lock. After a few minutes of this Kahuna powers his way to his feet and rams an elbow to Killers stomach, then another, which breaks the hold. Kahuna runs an bounces off the ropes, Killer tries a spinning heel kick, but Kahuna ducks it and nails Killer with a clothesline. He picks Killer off the mat, throws him to the ropes and catches him in a press on the rebound. He dumps him to the mat with a thud, then drops an elbow to Killers throat. Kahuna stands up and poses for the fans who show no appreciation for his physique whatsoever.

Doc: He's like a chunk of granite Brad! And that tan is making every Philly fool here green with envy, listen to them whine!!

Brad: Those tights make him look like a poster boy for Wizard of Oz.

Kahuna drags Killer to his feet, grabs him by the ears and clobbers him with a headbutt. Kahuna keeps him from falling however and doubles him over with a knee to the groin. Kahuna attempts a piledriver, but Killer reverses it into a backdrop. Groggily, killer propels himself off the ropes as Kahuna gets to his feet. The Basic One hits Kahuna with a massive clothesline. He picks Kahuna up by the back of the head and executes the Spac-Tac-Killer! He covers and hooks the leg, ref counts 1...2.. Kahuna just barely gets a shoulder up. Killer immediate gets to his feet and starts stomping Kahuna rapidly several times. Then he drags Kahuna to his feet ans tries to whip him into the ropes, but Kahuna reverses it. Kahuna tries a feeble backdrop, but Killer dives over him, grabs him by the back of the legs for an attempted sunset flip. Kahuna waves his arms frantically to get his balance then reaches down and punches Killer right in the face. Killer grabs his nose in obvious pain as Kahuna tries to shake off the cobwebs. Killer gets to his feet, but is leveled by a Kahuna dropkick. Kahuna pulls him to his feet and hits him with a couple of punches and a couple of knife edge chops that have him staggering around like a hobo in the alley. Kahuna decides he's done messing around with this guy and hits him with a German suplex, then grins at the fans. He picks Killer up over his shoulder and delivers the Rainbow Slam. As the referee counts three, a familiar figure scurries out from under the ring, slides in under the ropes and grabs Kahuna by the ankle and twists with a fury!!! The fans erupt in cheers as Matt Korben locks in the Krippler!

Doc: Matt Korben that bastard!!! What a cheap shot, attacking man while he's down like that!! He should be fired all over again!!!

Brad: Matt Korben may have been reinstated, but he didn't forget what Kahuna tried to do to his career!!! Carl Sabre now, in to save his man!!

Sabre comes up behind Korben with a roll of dimes, intending on clobbering him with them, but Korben sees him coming, releases the hold and catches Sabre with a kick to the groin. Kahuna rolls out of the ring as Korben tries to set up Sabre for the Korbenator. He pauses and looks to the fans, who encourage him on, but Kahuna grabs Sabre's legs and pulls him away from Korben and out of the ring. Sabre and Kahuna make their way up the ramp, yelling, challenging, and cursing him the whole way. Korben beckons them back, but they disappear behind the curtain. "Sandstorm" by Darude blasts over the sound system and Korben gives the fans a "I'm Back!" gesture to their delight.

Winner by pinfall: BIG KAHUNA

Doc: Pass the Pepto Brad ... or else I'm going hurl.

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Brad: Well, here's a look at the new UPDATED list of what RAWF Superstars will be be battling for this Sunday at Eruption in our first pay-per-view event!!

A graphic appears on the screen:

Contents of Suitcases World Title Match #1 World Title Match #2 Number One Contender (World Title Match at Next Pay-Per-View) United States Championship Ironman Championship World Tag Team Championship #1 World Tag Team Championship #2 World Television Championship ??????? ???????

Doc: What do you think are in those two suitcases Kit just added??? New Titles? Gift Certificates? Money?? What?

Brad: Knowing that woman's devious mind ... ANYTHING is possible.

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John Patrick vs. Danny Szatkowski

Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... introducing first ... from Wichita, Kansas.... weighing 252 pounds .... JOHN PATRICK!

"Cocky" by Kid Rock is keyed up and "The Legend by Design" makes his way to the ring. He looks around for signs of Dirge, and not seeing any, enters the ring with a fairly positive reaction from the fans in attendance.

Levitan: And his opponent ... from Battle Creek, Michigan.... weighing 225 pounds ... this is DANNY SZATKOWSKI!!

"Jump" by Van Halen causes most fans to jump to their feet. A roar settles over the crowd as they cheer the Battle Creek native when he runs down to ringside, anxious to get the match started.

Doc: Well, we have YOUR type of match now, Brad. You must be in heaven. Two technicians going at it...and as far as I know, this one wont be turned into a First Blood match, or anything like that...a pure wrestling match!

Brad: So why don't you shut up and let me en-- Look at that!

Szatkowski slid under the ropes, got to his feet and immediately dropkicked Patrick before he had a chance to react. Thinking on his feet as he hit the ground, he bridges and flips himself up to a vertical base and slams Danny with a lariat as he came in to follow up the dropkick. Not to be discouraged, "The Teenage Sensation," bridges, flips up, and hits a spinning heel kick on J.P. Patrick gets up, and as the two men face each other, he gives Szatkowski a look that says, "Nice one, Kid." They both then hit the ropes and bound toward each other at a frenetic speed. On a collision course, both sail through the air with their own versions of the high cross body block. The Legend by Design wins the mid-air collision, and ends up crashing down on top of the youngster. The ref makes the count 1-kickout! John grabs Danny, pulls him up, and whips him into the ropes...Danny flies back, jumps up and over Patrick and executes a sunset flip. The ref makes the count 1-kickout! Szatkowski picks Patrick up, swings him into the ropes, and leapfrogs him on his way back. When the running J.P. returns from the other side, Szatkowski hits the mat in preparation for a monkey-flip. Before Patrick can be flipped, however, he stops short of Szatkowski, and drops a forearm on The Sensation. Not hesitating, he drops down and applies a chinlock. Before he can cinch it in tight, Szatkowski slips out, spins around, and applies a leg scissors sleeper on the veteran. The crowd goes wild!

Doc: Are these guys goi---

Brad: Please! Don't ruin this for me...just be quiet and let me, and the fans enjoy this...

Doc: But---

Brad: I'm serious, this match is an absolute clinic, and I don't want you bringing it down!

Doc mutters something about a "job to do," but continues to be quiet as the match continues...and it continues with J.P still in the leg scissors sleeper. After trying to force the kid's powerful legs apart, The Legend decides to swing his legs around and clamp them on the ropes, which forces the ref to force a break. Both men bounce to their feet and lock up, and Patrick nails a hip-toss. Bouncing back up, Danny is knocked down with another hip-toss, which is then followed up with a neckbreaker. Finally getting a clear advantage for the first time, Patrick picks him up and sends him down with a Russian leg sweep, runs the ropes and drops a forearm. Rising to his feet, he stomps on Szatkowski's leg, and applies a step-over toe hold, which elicits a pained expression from Danny. After waiting a few moments, John twists and retwists the leg, then moves on to dropping an elbow on the knee.

Doc: Can I talk now?

Brad: Nope

Picking up Szatkowski, who stumbles a little on his bad leg, J.P. cinches him up for a textbook suplex, holding him high in the air for close to ten seconds, much like the British Bulldog in his prime. After the brief pause, Patrick sends Szatkowski crashing down, the crowd uttering, "ooohhh." Next, John applies a back suplex, causing Szatkowski to stay very still. Climbing the ropes, Patrick waits for Danny to get back to his feet. When he does, The Legend leaps in an attempt for a little payback with a missile dropkick. The Teenage Sensation ducks, and J.P. flies harmlessly passed. Harmless for Danny, that is...John however landed awkwardly, hurting himself. The crowd starts to cheer, not because of the injury, but for the emergence of the charismatic youngster. Szatkowski shows no mercy, grabbing Patrick and performing a belly to belly suplex. Next, he runs the ropes, springs off the second rope, and hits the modified "lionsault." He makes the cover. 1-2-kickout! Patrick still very much in this one. A bodyslam later, and J.P. finds himself on the business end of a leg drop, which is quickly followed by a "rolling thunder, " and another pin attempt...1-2-kickout. Apparently growing weary of being put in a pinning predicament, John sits up, takes ahold of Szatkowski, and rolls him up in a "small package." The ref makes the count...1-2- kickout! Szatkowski rolls away from J.P. and stands up. When he looks over...he sees J.P. standing, too. The crowd starts to cheer the performance of both individuals. The cheers start to turn to boos, and both men look around puzzled, trying to figure out the reason for the mood swing. It soon becomes apparent why the fans started to catcall, as Dirge walks down to ringside. The ref tears into Dirge, demanding to know why he came down. Dirge answers, "Just watching." and sits down on a folding chair by the timekeepers table. John Patrick glares at him, Danny Szatkowski looks puzzled, and Dirge gives them both a look that say, "Don't mind me, please continue." Szatkowski wastes no more time on Dirge, but the same can't be said about J.P. Danny takes the initiative, dropkicks John in the back, and when he rebounds, spins him into a tornado DDT. Szatkowski quickly covers, the ref quickly makes the count...1-2-kickout!

Doc: Damnit! I'm going to talk!

Brad: You might as well...I have a feeling that Dirge plans on ruining it, anyway!

Doc: This has been a technically superior match...but don't assume Dirge is going to ruin it. He's scouting opponents for the Eruption PPV. If anything, I think he's trying to get into Patrick's head, and so far..it's working. J.P. let himself be distracted and The kid let him have it! That's not Dirge's fault...I hang that one on The Legend by Design. He's a veteran, and he knows better!

Brad: You are right...for a veteran, that was a cardinal sin. But as a veteran, he also knows how to make a comeback. Somebody needs to get Dirge out of here, though...

Still reeling, J.P. gets to his feet just in time to see Danny swoop down from the top rope in a high cross body block. The ref makes the count...1-2-kickout. Getting insanely mad, Patrick ignores the pain, gets up, shoots a fist in Szatkowski's breadbasket, grabs him and tosses him backwards over the top rope courtesy of a belly-to-belly suplex. Crashing down to the floor, Dirge throws him right back in and starts to talk trash to J.P., giving Szatkowski some time to rest. John doesn't play this game long, though, and picks Danny up, hoists him up on his shoulders, and applies a torture rack. With Szatkowski screaming in pain, John smirks at Dirge. Moments later, he drops back, putting Danny hard on the squared circle. Cinching him up again, the Legend starts out with a picture perfect gutwrench suplex, but alters it into a vicious powerbomb. Coming down with a pinning combination, John expects to hear a count, but all he hears is the ref giving it to Dirge, who had climbed onto the apron.

Brad: Would someone PLEASE get Dirge out of here...he has no right being down here...

Doc: Don't tell me, tell the referee...he has the power to eject Dirge...but all he's doing is beefing with him.

Angrily, J.P. picks up the Sensation while the ref conludes his discussion with Dirge. Not totally paying attention, he gets rolled up in a "small package." The ref whips around to make the count...1-2-kickout. Seeing red, John bridges, flips up and executes a lariat, picks Danny up, shoots him into the ropes, and slams him down with High Knee. Wasting no more time, Patrick pounces and applies the Cobra Clutch. The ref asks Danny if he quits, but he responds negatively. Cinching in deeper, Danny screams in agony, but stubbornly refuses to quit. After a few moments, the ref asks the question again...and before Danny can say "yes," the bell rings. Patrick, upon hearing the bell, breaks the hold and raises his hands in the air. The ref looks over and waves it off, demanding an explanation. After finding out that Dirge had rang the bell, the ref orders him to leave the ringside area. He also orders the match to continue. Szatkowski then spears J.P. in the back while the incredulous Legend furiously inquires why his victory was taken from him. Danny turns him over and slaps on a figure-four leg lock. Now it is Patrick's turn to be asked whether he wants to quit or not. In pain, but still lucid, J.P. goes on to give the ref a few moments of gratuitous verbal abuse that somehow ends up answering the question as, "no!" Summoning his strength, he slowly turn the figure-four over, reversing the hold. Szatkowski breaks it, gets to his feet, gets his legs cut out from under him, is picked up, then dropped in a backbreaker.

Brad: Amazing how things turn back to normal once Dirge leaves.

Doc: I don't know if there IS such a thing as "normal" here in the RAWF.

J.P. whips Szatkowski into the corner...right into the ill-positioned ref. The ref goes down like a sack of potatoes, and Danny falls, too. Dirge, upon seeing this in the backstage area, beats it back down to ringside. Patrick is busy trying to help the ref regain consciousness. Dirge grabs a chair and gleefully brandishes it as he makes his way up the steps to the ring. John, growing impatient with the ref, grabs Szatkowski with the intention of putting him out for good no matter how long the ref remains out. He starts to whip Danny back into another corner when he sees Dirge. This allows Szatkowski to put on the breaks, knee him in the gut, and put on a full-nelson in an effort to rest a little and regain strength. Dirge strides up, raises the chair and starts the downward arc when Szatkowski realizes Dirge was in the ring. This distracts the kid and allows J.P. to escape his grasp. Danny's head makes quite a dent when the chair hits it. Cursing, Dirge looks for J.P., but then discovers that the ref is now awake and calling for other refs to come escort him out of the building. Before the "army" of refs arrive, Dirge leaves the ring. John grins says, "Thanks Dirge, you dumb bastard." and makes the cover. The ref makes the count...1-2-3! Dirge, mad at J.P's insolence, gets back in the ring, tossing refs out of his way as he goes. Patrick attempts to head him off, but Dirge smacks him with the chair. Getting into the ring, he hits the Legend by Design a few more times, then hits Szatkowski for good measure. With one more point to make, Dirge hauls off and cracks the officiating referee in the head. Dirge drops the chair, satisfied, and leaves the arena.

Doc: Well that will cost Dirge a hefty fine...

Brad: They should fire his ass right now! That was uncalled for...I'm outraged!

Winner by pinfall: JOHN PATRICK!

Brad: Chaos is in the books ladies and gentlemen!!! Don't you dare miss RAWF Eruption Live Sunday Night from LA!!! Goodnight!! Chaos goes off the air...