(From Arco Arena in Sacramento, California) The opening titles and pyros have yet to run but the Radi-Tron jumps in to life with a shot of a long white limo pulling up outside the arena, the fans begin to simmer, their curiosity levels rising, wanting to know who is inside, the camera moves along the side of the limo and stops just short of the last door, the tension builds as there is a pause before the door opens, once open the tension rises yet again as the passenger waits to make their appearance. However the fans reaction makes it crystal clear who it is, the arena literally rumbles as none other than G-SEX!!! Steps out, he is dressed to impress in cream Tims, black lo-los with �G-WEAR� down the side in white letters, he has on a matching black jacket with �G-WEAR� along the upper back, he also has on a black �Franchize Playa� t-shirt, a silver Rolex and black thin frame Ray-bans, the RAWF US Title belt is draped proudly over his left shoulder. The pop barely has time to die down before the hometown hero is bombarded with a thunderous chant of his name, G-Sex smiles and licks his lips soaking up the adulation. G-Sex: It�s good to be home! With that G-Sex walks out of shot into the arena and we are under way. The Chaos intro is shown with "Desire" by U2 playing in the background. After that is done, the camera pans into Arco Arena where the fans are cheering their heads off, as the program gets underway. Signs saying things like "MARRY ME SEVEN" and "I WORSHIP THE GOD OF THUNDER" are shown on camera, then it cuts over to Brad and Doc. Brad: Welcome everyone once again to the hottest show IN the U.S.A. ....and ON USA!! RAWF Monday Night Chaos is on the air!!! We are one week away from the July Fourth Weekend Extravaganza on Pay Per View!! Live from Veterans Stadium in Philadelphia, PHILADELPHIA FREEDOM is only six days away!!! Doc: I'm already feeling patriotic!!! I can't wait to see Shawn Dee defend the World Title under Ironman rules!!! Brad: But who will he face??? Tonight that question gets answered in our main event. Both the Ironman Championship AND the Triple Crown Championship will be on the line as Croc, Arsenal X, and Adz do battle in a two fall triple threat match. The first fall wins or retains the Triple Crown, the second fall determines the Ironman Champion ....and the man who will face Shawn Dee at Philadelphia Freedom!!! Doc: And hopefully we get the REAL scoop from Croc on what happened with Kit in his dressing room last week!! Brad: Please don't start that again. And speaking of The World Champion, he will team with Commissioner Thomas Highway against Big Kahuna and a partner that BK has not named as of yet! Doc: Well we know it's not a wrestler, or former wrestler, so it can't be anyone special. I doubt BK can find anyone with uncanny intellegence and instinct like Highway! Brad: Indeed. All this and tons more! Let's get the ball rolling! 2Pac�s �Still Ballin�� blasts throughout the arena and the fans know what time it is, they waste no time in getting to their feet to voice their love for �Tha Franchize Playa� G-Sex appears at the top of the ramp and poses as the fans cheer even louder. Brad: WOW! Listen to this ovation for Sacramento�s own, it�s even bigger than usual! Doc: You�re talking about the same idiots who cheer for the Kings! G-Sex starts his slow, cocky swagger to the ring and slaps the hands of as many fans as he can along the way, G-Sex climbs through the second and third ropes, once inside he climbs a second turnbuckle and slightly adjusts the US Title belt as the fans cheer and a sea of flashbulbs explode. G-Sex hops back in the ring and the music fades, Dan prepares to introduce him. Levitan: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome �.. Before Dan can finish G-Sex snatches the mic off him . G-Sex: Woah hold up! With all due respect Danny up here in Sac-Town there is only one playa with the skill to spit about �THE Hottest Thang In Sports Entertainment� and that is me, so why don�t ya just chill, go take a breather go have a cool ade or sumin� G-Sex shoos Dan away, Dan shrugs his shoulders and leaves. Doc: Now look that clown thinks he runs the show. Brad: Hey you gotta admit, nobody can work a crowd like G 2 Tha X Doc: Good lord! Now YOU�RE starting to sound like that fool. G-Sex paces around the ring and the fans cheers grow louder eventually climaxing in a G-SEX!! Chant, G-Sex pauses in the middle of the ring and raises the mic, signaling for the fans to be quiet G-Sex: Yo peep ...Y�ALL KNOW WHAT TIME IT ISSS! So Sac-Town, home of the Kings, home of Ken Shamrock and the proud home of G-Sex, I need ya�ll to show some Cali love and tell me �� What�s p-o-o-o-o-pin!!!! HUGE POP!! Doc: Wake me when he�s gone. G-Sex: Last week after winning the US Title, like I promised ya�ll I was gonna do, I found out that the next �Chaos� was going to be in my hometown Sacramento, California, but I was than informed that Vice, Kit and Highway had decided to give me a well earned rest and were not going to place me on the card at all. The crowd lets out a " BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" G-Sex: But Uh-Ah! I wasn�t having that, so I went to the big three and I said �.. No.. Crowd: SCRAAATCH DAT! G-Sex: I went up to the big three and I asked them ��. No Crowd: SCRAAATCH DAT!!! Brad: C�mon Doc lighten up. You can do it. Scratch that! Look it�s easy Doc: Shut up! G-Sex: I told them that I was gonna have some ring time, nah scratch dat like an itch on the ass! I demanded to get some time, and since I aint ever listened to a damn thang they say anyways, they knew that no matter what, come hell or high water, sleet or snow, a lady or a ho� G-Sex was gonna come out here and represent, spit a lil sumin� for the fam up in Sac-ra-men-to!!! HUGE POP!!!! G-Sex: So first things first, I wanna talk about the match I had last week with Adz . THE FANS CHEER AT THE MENTION OF ADZ NAME. Brad: And what a match it was! G-Sex: Now Adz I heard the comments you made earlier this week, and I was shocked to hear that you had the audacity to question the validity of the G-Sex member sized ass whuppin� I dished out to ya, Adz everybody knows that you are dumb, it is a fact that you make no apologies for hell you even have some valid excuses, you are British, yo mama is yo cousin, but Adz there aint no excuse for being ignorant! The fact of damn matter is you got out played by �Tha Franchize Playa� and I had ya beat well and truly before those other BeHootches interfared, buuut, despite all that we had one hell of a match and we both got sumin out of it, I earned the RAWF US Title and you earned my respect. Doc: G-Sex is getting all emotional, must be that time of the month. Brad: Would you stop! G-Sex: But that�s the past and G-Sex is all about the future and more importantly �Philadelphia Freedom� And tonight we have a Fatal Four-Way with the winner getting a shot at MY US Title, So I would like to take a little time to shout out to those four individuals, first up we got a man who goes by the name Deadman K, who the hell does he think he�s gonna scare with that lame ass crap!? (in mocking voice) Ooh he�s got a gravestone on his tights, ooh he has scary music, Ooh his name is Deadman, oooooh (back to normal) I don�t give a ho�s ass! If that fool steps in the ring with G 2 Tha X I will make sure that he lives up to his name! Doc: Now this is just plain disrespectful. Brad: Entertaining as hell though! G-Sex: Than we got StreeX, a little ass punk from the Dirrty-Dirrty, the boy frontin� like he�s true champ material, he aint no champ, he is and forever will be nothing more than Croc�s bitch! ARENA POPS!!! Doc: StreeX is no bitch! G-Sex: Than we got Kris Wayne, now that fool is whacked up! He talking bout cables and technical crap, yo BeHootch this is the RAWF, it aint Radio Shack! Trying to compare himself to Batman, fool that brotha was rich, you aint worth a nickel a dime and fo� pennies!! And last and certainly least, is that bonafide, grade A, collector�s edition BeHootch �� Blackout!! THE FANS BOO UPON THE MENTION OF BLACKOUT�S NAME Doc: These Californian idiots have no taste! Brad: Yeah right, THEY�RE the ones with no taste Doc. G-Sex: Blackout wants to stick his nose in my �� Before G-Sex can finish his sentence Crazytown�s �Toxic� hits and fans get to their feet Brad: Uh-oh I think business is about to pick up Doc: Finally! Somebody has had enough and is going to shut this moron up. G-Sex paces back and fourth slightly awaiting the arrival of Blackout, when he finally does appear he is greeted with Highway-ish BOOs from the arena, but everyone is shocked as Blackout stands at the top of the ramp, his left arm in a sling, his right arm supporting himself on a crutch and his face slightly swollen, he grimaces with every slow painful step. Brad: Oh my god Blackout doesn�t look in good shape Doc. Doc: I hope he is ok!! As the music fades Blackout stays at the top of the ramp and raises the mic that is in his right hand. Blackout: G-Sex �. Blackout can only say one word before the arena breaks out into a thunderous chant of BLACKOUT SUCKS! BLACKOUT SUCKS! Blackout hangs his head and mumbles cuss words obviously angered by the fans lack of respect towards him, G-Sex takes it upon himself to interject. G-Sex: Woah hold up ya�ll, that�s no way to treat our guest, have ya�ll got another chant for him? Yo Blackout hear me spit, feel me flow and listen to the Arco! The arena busts out into a deafening G-SEX!! Chant, Blackout holds his anger in and stares out at the cheering fans with a look of disgust, he raises the mic to speak but G-Sex cuts him off yet again. G-Sex: Woah B-Man you looking a little worse for wear dawg, what happened? Oh shnap I got it, these hunnyz up in Cali can be pretty tough, but yo didn�t you watch those after school specials? Didn�t you listen to what ya mama told you? Blackout �� No means no! MONSTER POP! Blackout raises the mic yet again but this time will not be cut off . Blackout: G-Sex don�t give me any of that bull shit about how tough California is, especially Sacramento. Sacramento is about as tough as you are a wrestler. Look at me, I am living proof on just how cowardly a man from Sac-town can be. G-Sex I want you to quit this act of yours. I think it�s about time that you tell these people just what happened. Brad: Huh? What�s going on here? G-Sex: I don�t get ya Blackout, what are you trying to say BeHootch? Blackout: Oh you know exactly what I am getting at. Two days ago I was brutally attacked from behind while making my rounds at the gym. I was beaten so bad that the doctors say I won�t be able to compete tonight in my number one contenders match for your belt. For God�s sake I am in a damn sling with crutches. G-Sex , a coward attacked me from behind and put me in this state, and you know what ........that coward was you!! Brad: What? Blackout just accused G-Sex of brutally beating him. Doc: I knew it. I told you Brad this G-Sex is nothing more then a common thug. Brad: For some reason I find this allegation very hard to believe. Doc: Wake up and smell the coffee Brad. G-Sex is a criminal and therefore should be stripped of his belt and thrown in the pen. Blackout: G-Sex I knew you were desperate to get me out of the way, but I never in a million years thought you would go to these lengths. I know what your goal is, you paid people from this very company to beat my ass so you could get a free ride as champion. G-Sex knowing that I was the one man who could beat you, you deciding to act and what a desperate act it was. G-Sex: Woah, woah, woah, hold up there, now you and I may be beefing and have our problems, but getting you jumped, dawg that aint my style, when it comes time to settle it between us it will be in the ring, one-on-one, not like that. Doc: Who does he think he�s fooling? Brad: G-Sex seems genuinely concerned. Doc: It�s just an act. Doesn�t it seem a little too convenient that right before Blackout gets his shot at becoming the number one contender he is taken out? G-Sex: But yo whoever did this is trying to do one of two things, frame me or control me, and I aint having that! Blackout: Oh is that so. Well G-Sex if you say you didn�t do it and if you are so concerned what do you plan on doing about this situation? G-Sex: As far as I�m concerned, the person who did this now has to answer to me, and when I go back in that locker room I will find out who did it, and they will have hell to pay. Blackout: I don�t know, something just doesn�t smell right. I think everything that is coming out of your mouth is nothing more than just talk. How do you plan on searching for the man backstage when it is clearly you who did this to me? I�ll tell you what you can go ahead and do your little search thing, but if you come out empty handed you�re going to have to answer to my attorney. G-Sex: Yo Im�a handle mine, and Blackout don�t think I have forgotten bout what you did to me, so whether it be next week in Philly, or the week after you and I are gonna settle this, so get some band aids and Rubatussin and get yo ass back to 100% Because when you are I am going to prove to the world that you aint a thug, you aint a playa, you aint nutin� but a ��.. Arena: BEEEEEEEEEEHHOOOOOOOTCH!! G-Sex: CAAAAN G-Sex and fans in unison: I GEETT Fans: A WITNESS! G-Sex pauses and stares back at Blackout* G-Sex: A ���.. WITNESSS!! G-Sex climbs the second turnbuckle and poses for the fans once again, as Blackout nods and than slowly makes his way backstage. Brad: WOW! What a way to kick things off! Doc: Great now we got Sherlock Homie running around backstage . JZA RIAN VS. DRAVEN Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ...... from Tombstone, Arizona .... weighing 240 pounds ....this is DRAVEN!! "The Great American Nightmare" by Rob Zombie fires up, and the man known as Draven walks out wearing long black tights with a demon skull on one side, and an anarchy sign on the other. With black boots, and white wrist wraps to complete the picture, he looks imposing as he gets to ringside, while the fans take great pleasure in booing him. Brad: Draven is still trying to find his niche here in the RAWF. Doc: And, still trying to find a win. I think he has more than what he has showe so far... Levitan: And now, introducing his opponent ..... from Jzaria ....weighing 200 pounds ... this is the "BROKEN ANGEL" JZA RIAN!!! As "South of Heaven" by Slayer replaces the Rob Zombie tune. Jza, in all his silk and leather dressed glory, looks out at the crowd through his black, metallic looking mask, and begins walking down the ramp. The fans, not liking him much, either, give him a luke-warm reception at best. Doc: He's back...the man behind the mask...Oh, sorry, that Alice Cooper tune just got stuck in my head. We have a guy that wears a mask, and a guy that SHOULD wear a mask...hehehe! Brad: Leave him alone...Draven needs a win badly. He has had a rough start, and the frustration is obviously getting to him. Backstage reports have him walking out soon. As for Jza, as the New Blood starts falling apart, he needs to make a name for himself individually from the pack! Doc: You got that right. Jza Rian is guilty by association when it comes to hanging around with Matt Higgerson, that preening, pompous hot dog. As for Draven, if he's going to go, he's going to go. But for now, he is in the ring! The competitors start off with an attempted lock-up, but Draven sends in a fist before it can occur. Whipping Jza into the ropes, Draven steps to Rian's side and puts out a knee, which connects with his opponents midsection, flipping him over. Slapping on a reverse chinlock, the Man from Tombstone buries a knee into Jza's back, eliciting a pained grunt. Burying an elbow to the top of his opponent's skull, Draven drags him up, circles his arm around his neck, and applies a reverse DDT. Running the ropes, he drops an elbow, flips up, and drops another. He flips up, runs the ropes, bounces off, and splashes Rian. Picking him back up, Draven positions him for a piledriver, but Jza stands up about halfway, and grabs his legs before he flips over. Spinning around, Jza stops, then throws himself back forcefully so that Draven lands on his back, and Jza lands on him. Rolling off his opponent, it is now Rian's turn to drag Draven to his feet. Doc: Draven looking good early, that opening offensive was impressive, but Jza took it and came back. The question is, can Draven take punishment like Higgerwarts good friend Jza Rian can? Brad: Higgerwarts? Doc, that comment must mean that you are either 6 years old, or a fan of Harry Potter. Doc: Can't I be both? Jza whips him into the ropes and hits the Sugar Smack capoeira spinning kick. When Draven falls, Jza runs the ropes, jumps, bounces off the second rope, and hits the Shining. He makes a pin...1-2-kickout! Picking up his opponent, Rian sends a few chops into his chest, then kicks him in the gut, trying to apply the Apollyon double arm DDT. Draven plows ahead, and pushes Jza into the corner before the hold can be applied. Slamming him into the turnbuckles, Jza releases his grip, and Draven starts to pummel Rian with several blows. Jza reverses this and puts Draven in the corner, returning the favor by pummeling him right back. The Broken Angel then tries to whip Draven into the opposite corner. Draven reverses it and sends Jza in instead. As Draven follows, Jza ignores the pain in his back, leaps out of the corner, and clotheslines his opponent. Standing him up, Jza drops him with another capoeira kick. Dropping a leg, he makes a cover...1-2-kickout! Getting to his feet, Rian waits for his opponent, then slaps on an abdominal stretch. Not quite getting his leg wrapped around like he should, Rian doesn't have the full effect of the hold applied. After several moments, Draven hip-tosses Jza away from him. Rian bridges and flips, runs and tries a hurricanrana, but Draven stops the hold when the Broken Angel is on his shoulders. In perfect position, Draven powerbombs his opponent down. He makes a cover...1-2---kickout! Brad: Draven needed that move! Rian had gained some momentum...but now that has totally shifted. Doc: He needs to stay on him! Anybody that beats a friend of Higgerson is a friend of mine! Brad: While Doc continues with his obsession, lets continue with the match! Draven picks up Jza and throws him in the corner. Backing up, he runs and hits a vicious gore. Nearly tearing his opponent in half, Draven watches as Rian falls to the mat. He makes a cover...1-2-foot on the ropes! Upset at not given his first victory, he drags Rian to the center of the ring and stomps him. One lateral press later, and Draven hooks a leg...1-2-kickout! He chokes Jza until the ref gets to four, then hooks the leg again...1-2-kickout! Angrily grabbing his opponent, Draven easily picks up the 5'9" 200 lb Jza and Gorilla Presses him. Dropping him to the mat, Draven runs the ropes and drops a leg on the back of his opponent's neck. Rolling him over, he makes the cover...1-2----shoulder up! Choking him again, he hooks the leg again, and makes the cover...1-2----shoulder up! Standing Jza up, he whips him into the ropes and performs the flapjack. He goes for another pin...1-2----shoulder up! Doc: What a whipping! The phrase "Pillar to Post" comes to mind... Brad: What an incredible heart...Jza Rian may not be big, but he is a fighter! He may be taking a beating, but he isn't beat yet. Doc: Sure he's been beat. He was beat in that corner, he was beat over there... Draven picks him up and puts him on his shoulder. Draping him across the top turnbuckle, he goes outside to the apron, then puts him on his right shoulder again. Climbing to the top, he uneasily balances himself to a standing position despite having the extra weight on his shoulder. Trying to apply the Judgment Day, Draven is unable to apply the tombstone from the top rope as Jza wraps his legs around Draven's neck, effectively scissoring him. Once that was accomplished, Rian threw his weight forward, and as the two men fall, Jza grabs the ropes, and using his leg strengthy, flips Draven forward. Landing with a thud, Draven stays still. Rian, not landing all that hard, picks stands up, and hooks a leg to make the cover...1-2-shoulder up! Brad: Lots of pin attempts in this match. Jza coming back on Draven, who put him through the wringer! Doc: The wringer is right! Jza better take good advantage of this, because Draven probably wont waste another opportunity! As Rian and Draven get to their feet, Jza hits him with a knee lift. Putting Draven on his beack, he spins him around, drops him in a fireman's carry slam, then he performs a standing moonsault with his arms spread out. After nailing that Superstar manuever, Jza drags him up, shoots him into the ropes, then drops him with a single leg trip, which causes Draven's face to crash down on the mat. Attempting to slap on a crippler cross face, Draven feels it, and wriggles away. Jza pounds on his back with forearms, then applies a back mounted inverted face lock. Draven, sucking it up, doesn't even give Rian the satisfaction of a pained grunt. Staying strong, this leads Jza to get frustrated and let go of the hold. Stomping Draven some more, he gives him a few swift kicks in the side, which causes his opponent to roll over. Once on his back, Draven is put in a half-crab with armlock manuever. Draven still will not quit. After several moments, the ref starts asking if he wants to quit, which Draven always responds to in the negative. Deciding on another route, Jza punches his opponent a few more times, picks him up, and hits the Apollyon. raven hits the mat hard. Jza, looking very confident, makes the cover...1-2----shoulder up! Rian absolutely cannot believe that he kicked out of that. Picking his opponent up, he starts to apply a Fisherman's suplex, but incredibly, Draven blocks it! Wrapping his leg around Jza's leg every time he tries to haul him up and over, Draven keeps the hold from being administered. Draven then comes back with a few shots in the breadbasket, and Rian lets go. Continuing with his offensive moves, Draven lifts Jza over his head again. He then drops Rian in front of his body, and kneels down so that Jza lands stomach first across his knee. Folding like an amateur in a high stakes poker game, Jza lays on his side, on the mat, in obvious pain. Stomping away, Draven takes great pleasure in Rian's suffering. Working the crowd and taking all of their boos in with much satisfaction, Draven makes the sign for Judgment Day! Brad: His finisher is very tough to perform. It is extremely difficult to get someone in a tombstone piledriver position on the top rope! Doc: Sure its tough, but anything worth doing is worth doing right. If he hits it, Jza wouldn't be able to kick out if it was a 3 hundred count! Dragging Jza over to the corner, Draven backs his way up the turnbuckles, while holding onto his opponent by the hair on his head. Getting to the top, he starts pulling Jza up with him. When Rian gets to the second rope, Draven tries to pull him to the top, but Jza stops it. Punching his opponent in the head, Draven again tries to haul Jza up, and he does get to the top, but Rian grabs him, and performs a belly to belly suplex that launches them off the top rope, and down through the table below. As monitors, cups, and other items go flying, the two men stay prone in the rubble. The referee makes the count...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10! Doc: Someone drag their carcasses out of here. And get me a new table! Brad: Neither was going to give an inch, and no one budged, no one ended up winning. Doc: Yeah, they haven't moved...they look like a couple of losers in the remnants of MY table! Result of the match: Double Count-out!!! The fans cheer as Big Kahuna appears on the Radi-Tron he is in his locker room, strapping up preparing for the big tag match, off camera the door can be heard opening, The Hawaiian Titan gets to his feet. Big Kahuna: What the hell are you doing here? The Arco nearly explodes as G-Sex walks into shot, Kahuna and G-Sex engage in an electric stare down, G-Sex is the first to speak G-Sex: So did you hear what happened to Blackout? Big Kahuna: No G-Sex: He got jumped, beat up pretty bad, he thinks that I orchestrated it. Big Kahuna: Well �� Did you? G-Sex: Now Big man why you gotta front? You know damn well that aint how I handle business. Big Kahuna: What has this got to do with me? G-Sex: Look I aint trying to cause no beef, I know that you got a big match tonight, But you�ve been here since the beginning and not much goes by without you noticing, so wasup do you know anything? Big Kahuna: Nope, sorry. G-Sex: Aiight homie cool, good luck tonight. G-Sex goes to leave but Big Kahuna pulls him back Big Kahuna: That�s a pretty little belt you got yourself last week G-Sex and I haven�t forgotten about �Conquest� but title or no title, I guarantee �The Hawaiian Titan� and �Tha Franchize Playa� will cross paths again With a sly smirk Big Kahuna goes to sit back down but G-Sex stops him and stares him dead square in the eyes. G-Sex: Anytime big man ���. Anytime. The fans cheer and whistle as the Radi-Tron reverts back to a shot of the arena. BLACKJACK GRIER VS. JASON BRYANT Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ...... from Miami, Florida .... weighing 245 pounds ....this is "BAD BOY" JASON BRYANT!! "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard plays, pyro explodes from the ramp area and Jason Bryant makes his grand entrance. Still not eliciting much reaction from the crowd, the man in black, with Oakleys finishing the package, gets down to the ring without playing to the fans. Brad: Here is another guy trying to establish himself. The RAWF is quite a jungle, you either stand out, or you stand OUT, if you know what I mean... Doc: No, I don't. What the hell did you just say? Levitan: And his opponent ..... from Brilliant, Ohio ....weighing 255 pounds ... this is the BLACKJACK GRIER!!! "Lakini's Juice" by Live takes over for Def Leppard. Walking the strut of a man who has confidence and experience, Grier gets to the ring amid the cheers of those in attendance! Doc: BlackJack, that wily throwback, is starting to emerge as a force in the RAWF. Bad Boy Bryant is trying to keep people in the seats for his matches. He did pull one out last week against Sinner, though! Brad: Yes, Bryant got the job done, but he had a little help... Doc: Last week, we saw a lover spat between Sinner and Seven, but that had NOTHING to do with Bryant....leave him out of that. Whatever Seven may have done, it was personal between those two and didn't have an impact on the match... Brad: Are you insane? Don't answer that...of course you are! The bell starts us off and Grier starts off by holding his hand out is sportsmanship. Bryant smacks him in the face, and tries to punch him. Grier blocks the punch, sends a piston kick into Jason's knee, causing that leg to buckle, then slaps him in the face. Half standing him straight up, half locking up with him, Grier applies a vertical suplex. Bryant gets back up immediately, but with a noticeable limp. BlackJack starts chopping away at him, and the usual crowd response occurs. Backing him into a corner, Grier really gives him a whack that reverberates throughout the arena. Bryant, tired of taking abuse and seeing his chest light up more than Rudolph's nose, comes out of the corner swinging. Belting Grier with some stiff shots, Bad Boy whips him into the ropes and gives him a shoulder block. Getting him to his feet, he whips him into the ropes and gives him a shoulder tackle. After a body slam and subsequent elbow, Bryant picks him up and props him upside down in the corner. His limp getting less noticeable, Jason backs up to the opposite corner and starts to run. BlackJack untangles his feet, flips himself over, hears that Bryant is still charging, and jumps back, connecting with a back elbow that stuns his opponent. Turning around, Grier locks on a belly to belly, and slams him to the mat. Hooking a leg, he makes a cover...1-2-kickout! Bad Boy climbs up the ropes and gets to his feet, where BJG is waiting for him. Whipping him into the ropes, Grier nails a scoop slam! Not going for a lateral press, BlackJack cliombs the top rope, takes to the air, and drops a fist, onto the mat. Bryant rolls out of the way just in the nick of time. Standing, he sees that BlackJack is clutching his hand in pain. Kicking him in the side of the face, he then stomps on the injured hand, repeatedly. BlackJack thrashes around in agony, trying to keep the hand covered. Bryant picks him up and delivers a face first body slam. As the ref sees if BlackJack wants to quit due to the hand, Bryant unties a top turnbuckle pad, and throws it to the floor. Grabbing Grier, he applies a wristlock to the injured hand, and drags him to the exposed corner. He slams Grier's hand where the turnbuckle pad would've been, and Grier howls with pain. Next, Draven picks him up and delivers a trapped arm body slam to him. Walking around the ring, he looks out amongst the crowd and gloats abouts BlackJack's predicament, as his opponent slides to a defensive posture in a corner. Doc: That Bryant is turning out to have a sadistic side to him...he is starting to show some promise! Brad: He should be disqualified for that...no reason to take that pad off! Doc: Are you serious? No one has ever been disqualified for that, that I know of...but even if someone has, this is the RAWF. In the RAWF, men work here not sissies. If pansy wrestling is what you want, go to... Brad: Don't even say it, Doc...don't even say it! Bryant walks over to BlackJack, who�s hunched over in the corner clutching at his hand in pain. He grabs BlackJack�s shoulder and tries to spin him around but Blackjack lashes out and catches him in the temple with an elbow, staggering him. Bryant stumbles back a few steps only to catch a back fist to the jaw for it. The fist connects and snaps Bryant�s head back, causing him to stumble oddly around the ring. BlackJack jerks his hand back to himself after the shot and shakes his fingers in pain, cursing loudly. He walks over to Bryant and kicks him in the stomach and hoists him up into a standing fireman�s carry. He holds it for a few seconds and walks in a circle before swinging Bryant out and dropping to his knees, hitting a swinging piledriver. As Bryant drops to the mat on his back BlackJack walks around behind him and pulls his legs up, locking his legs into a standing figure four before dropping to the mat and cinching it in. He raises up and drops down repeatedly, intensifying the pressure on Bryant�s lower back. He holds the move for a few minutes the stands up and pulls Bryant to his feet, manuevering behind him and locking his arms around Bryant�s waist. After which he drops over backwards, tossing Bryant onto the back of his head with a belly to back suplex. He makes a cover...1-2-kickout! Moving over to Bryant's head, he sits him up, then plants his thumb to his opponent's carotid artery. As soon as he applies it, he lets out a anguished curse...letting go of the Oriental Spike, he shakes his fingers again to try and bring life back into them. As he does this, Bad Boy reaches behind himself, grabs BJG's head, puts the man's jaw right above his head, raises up, then drops down quickly. The jawbreaker immobilizes Grier long enough for Jason to get away and regroup at the other end of the ring. Doc: Grier had things going his way, and then the idiot tries to apply an Oriental Spike? With a bum hand? Brad: When you're in the ring, things become second nature...that's one of his signature holds...he didn't think about it. He just did it. He was using wrestler's instinct! Doc: You are right! He didn't think about it... Bryant stands up and faces BlackJack who, while still favoring his hand, isn't quite letting on how much it hurts. The two converge at the center of the ring, and Grier boots him in the stomach. While hunched over, Jason simply barrels into his opponents abdomen and takes him down. Sending several punches into Grier, BlackJack covers up with his hands, which are impacted, causing him more pain. Picking his up, Bad Boy performs a reverse fall-away slam and makes a pin attempt...1-2-shoulder up! Deciding the time was right, Bryant makes the sign for The End. Before he can start to apply it, BlackJack rakes the eyes of his strong opponent. Slamming forearms into Jason's mug to save his hand, Grier then connects with a Russian leg sweep. Making the sign for the Slot Drop, he doesn't get a chance to position his opponent, as Bryant returns the favor and rakes his eyes. When Grier grabs covers up his eyes, he is clotheslined to the mat. Doc: What's good for the goose is good for the gander, I suppose. You can always trust any move that goes for the eyes, whether you are talking the good old fashioned thumb to the eye, an eye rake, green mist to the eyes... Brad: You condone that? Going to the eyes can permanently damage someone...and here you are rattling on about it like it was nothing. Doc: Sorry, Mary. I forgot who I was talking to... Bad Boy starts to pick his opponent up, and Blackjack Grier hits a hard uppercut on the jaw with his noninjured hand, sending BBB to his knees, where instinctively, BBB goes for a low blow, hiding it perfectly from the ref. BJG slumps to HIS knees. Bryant jumps up to his feet, and executes a dragon sleeper, locking it in, bending Grier back. Brad: He�s trying to knock him out with his armpit fumes! Doc: �Oh, I get it. You�re trying to be funny. Hahah- no. Leave the funny stuff to me. Grier, after a minute of pain, finally gets a hold of Jason�s head, and executes a snapmare. He then drops a standing elbow right into the heart of �Bad Boy�. He goes for another, but Bryant moves, and quickly sweeps into an elbow of his own. He climbs to the top rope, and quickly spins, and hits Grier with a splash. He hooks the near leg for the pin, 1-2-Kickout! Brad: Grier looking a little groggy, but still is able to kick out! Doc: Ooh, Bryant just picked him up and hit him with a scoop slam. Grier unsteadily gets to his feet. Bad Boy hits him with the old "Polish Hammer," and sends him back down. Kicking his opponent some more, Bryant gets him to a vertical base, paintbrushes him a little, winds up, and lets loose with a haymaker. BlackJack blocks the heavy punch, and jabs a few times to his opponents face. Every jab is a lesson in how to deal with pain as his hand just wont let up. Swinging with the other hand, he doesn't connect as hard as he did before. Shaking off the blows, Bryant swings again with a thunderous punch, and again, the cagey veteran blocks it. Clasping his arm, BJG applies a wrist lock, pouring on the pressure. Knowing this would not keep Bryant down long, he stomps his foot, knees him in the stomach, clubs him with a forearm to the back of the head, then delivers a side Russian leg sweep. Presing the attack, Grier goes for a step over toe hold. Grier going back to the basics, and I mean BASICS...hey BlackJack, lets perform a hold that will actually win a match! Brad: Hey expert, that manuever has won matches before, and even if it doesn't win it for him this time, it will soften up Bad Boy's leg for the figure four! Waiting for a little bit to let the effects of the hold accumulate, Grier finally releases it, and drives an elbow to Bryant's inner thigh. Getting back up, he makes the signal for the figure four, but as he spins around to apply it, Jason pops him in the face. taggering back, Bryant coils himself and spears BJG. Falling on top of him, Bryant lays in more punches. Getting him in his clutches, Bryant takes a page out of a certain bald wrestler's arsenal and hits a jackhammer suplex. Bryant makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Whipping him into the ropes, he thrusts him up in the air for a flapjack on BlackJack, then runs the ropes to the side and drops a leg shortly after BJG's impact on the mat. Rolling him over, he makes another pinfall attempt...1-2-shoulder up! Trying to add insult to injury and play some mindgames, Bryant mimics Griers signature body language that is always done before applying his figure four. Spinning around his opponent's leg, he locks in the hold. Remaining calm and using the pain in his hand to take his mind off of the pain from the figure four, BJG calmly and slowly turns BBB over, and the pressure is put on the Bad Boy. Jason releases it immediately. Getting to his feet, he kicks at BJG's knees. Hoisting him up, he body slams him down so that Grier's head is close to his boots. The rest of BlackJack sticks straight out, making a straight line from Jason. Dropping down, Bryant drops a leg on both of Grier's shoulders, and the impact sends a shudder through Grier's body and his legs raise up. When this happens, Jason grabs his legs and pulls them back, making a great pinning predicament... Doc: What a move by the "Bad Boy" Jason Bryant! There is one... Brad: Two..and I think that about does it! At the last possible split-second, BlackJack kicks out! Bryant gets up and helps his opponent, who was most of the way up already. Bryant, seing BJG's condition, knows that The End would finish everything once and for all. Surprisingly, Grier summons all of his courage, and punches Bad Boy with his bad hand. Because the punch had some oomph to it, and because Bryant didn't think he had the balls to try THAT...Jason was caught off guard and stunned. Not making any kind of sign, or working the crowd at all whatsoever...BlackJack hits the Slot Drop! He makes a cover...1-2-3! The adrenaline rush gone, the pain hits Grier like a ton of bricks. Collapsing, he doesn't even notice when Jason puts some boots to him in anger, before the ref pushes him away and orders him to the back. Brad: The wily vet pulled a trick out of his hat. Doc: Talk about intestinal fortitude...he is as tough as shoe leather, punching him with that bad hand like that. It was all the distraction he needed. Winner of the match as a result of Pinfall: BlackJack Grier!!!! Brad: Well folks we are scheduled to have a Fatal Four-Way for the US Title�s number one contendership and a shot next week at �Philadelphia Freedom�, but due to Blackout�s condition that may be changed to a Triple Threat, however we have no official word as yet but I am sure we will receive some soon. For those you who have just joined us earlier tonight it was revealed that Blackout suffered a horrendous attack last night and as a result has serious injuries and will not be able to compete. Blackout basically accused current US Champ G-Sex of being the mastermind behind it, G-Sex denied the claims and has since embarked on a quest to find the true culprit Doc: I can�t believe you have bought that BS G-Sex has been spouting, he did it, he was scared of Blackout Brad: No way! When has G-Sex ever backed down? Blackout�s music hits Doc: Well it looks like this might get settled once and for all Blackout appears at the top of the ramp and despite his sympathetic condition is still showered with BOOs from the capacity crowd, Blackout pays little attention and slowly makes his way to the ring Doc: Listen to these fools, have they no hearts? Blackout�s face shows a great deal of pain as he gradually gets into the ring, he hobbles to the centre and is handed a mic, he adjusts the crutch slightly to gain his balance Doc: Look at that courage, Blackout I applaud you, bravo Brad: ���.. Blackout: Why do you people still BOO me and cheer that coward, played out punk G-Sex? I�m the victim here! I am sick to death of everybody talking about G-Sex Doc: Yeah I feel you B-Man Blackout: He has the title that should be mine! He is number one on X-Net that should be me! He�s in magazines and TV shows taking the spots that belong to me! And every one of you Californian biatches knows it! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Blackout: But even I gotta admit the brotha has got some pretty decent acting skills, running around back there acting like he�s concerned, acting like he wants to find the perp, when we all know damn well that he is the one behind it! G-Sex�s music hits and is followed by a ear drum bursting pop, G-Sex makes his way to the ring walking with a purpose Doc: Here comes the coward now G-Sex walks to the side of the ring and is handed a mic, as his music fades he stands in the middle of the ring facing Blackout G-Sex: Look Blackout I haven�t come back out here to say catch phrases and crack jokes, I haven�t come out here to listen to the �G-Sex Addiktz� chant my name The crowd chants "G-SEX! G-SEX! G-SEX! G-SEX! G-SEX!" G-Sex smiles and shrugs his shoulders as Blackout gets slightly frustrated G-Sex: Hey I can�t help that homie, anyways I came out here with a purpose, with serious intent, what happened to you Blackout, it aint on, sure we don�t have much love for each other and I�m down with street justice, hell we both have been through it all our lives, but we�re RAWF superstars, we have to set an example and whoever did this to you I swear I am going to make an example out of them! THE FANS POP Doc: What he�s gonna make an example of himself!? Brad: No he�s showing true character, something you and Blackout know nothing about G-Sex: Blackout I didn�t find out tonight, but this week I promise I will find out who was behind it and I personally will whup their ass all over Philly, back down to Sac-Town all the way back up to Philly! Brad: Oh I wouldn�t wanna be that person G-Sex pats Blackout on the shoulder and they nod at each other, G-Sex�s music hits and they both receive a tremendous ovation, but Blackout jumps back on the mic Blackout: Yo cut the music, cut it, G-Sex after all you have done for me tonight, after the way you have acted like a true man and kept it real, I can�t let ya leave like that homie, this is yo hometown for god sakes! Doc: No Blackout don�t do it Blackout: So Sac-Town show some love for G 2 Tha Mutha-bleeeeep- X!! THE FANS CHEER FOR THEIR HOMETOWN HERO Blackout: Yo G my brotha, my dawg, I just got one more thing to say ���.. CATCH! Brad: What!? Blackout throws the crutch at G-Sex who instinctively catches it, Blackout than superkicks the wooden crutch into G-Sex�s skull splitting it in two, as BOOs rain down on the ring Blackout takes his arm out of the sling, peels the �injuries� off his face while doing a little strut around the ring showing that he is in tip-top shape Brad: I can�t believe this! Doc: HA He played you all, and most importantly he played the so called �Franchize Playa� HAHA Brad: How low can one human being stoop? Blackout takes the longer half on the split crutch and begins bringing it down over G-Sex�s body, he relents and allows a bloodied G-Sex to get back to his feet, before sending him right back down with a viscious shot to the head Brad: This is sick Doc: This is great Blackout picks up a mic and stands over the barely conscience G-Sex Blackout: Haha! You stupid son of a bitch. How dumb can you get? Did you actually think that I would ever allow myself to be dealt with like that? G you should know by now that Blackout don�t play that way. Homie, I thought you would have known better then to trust the baddest man the RAWF has ever seen. Look around G, look at all these fans. Now they know just how worthless their hometown hero really is. G this may be your hometown, but Cali is my domain. I�m from Whittier baby so therefore I own this place. G I wish you could see your face right about now, you look totally lost. Here allow me to put you in your rightful place. Blackout picks up G-Sex and hits his finisher on him Blackout: you know G I really hated to have done this, but someone has got to teach your bitch ass a lesson. Coming from the streets I thought you would understand that the only way to get ahead in life is by doing things yourself. These people that you call fans are nothing more than a grip of no good lousy haters. Sure they love you now, but just wait till you have nothing left. They will leave you faster then the Sacramento Kings did the playoffs. The crowd begins to boo immensely Blackout: Go ahead and boo me all you want because it�s only a matter of time before I take your little buddy�s most prized possession, the RAWF United States championship. This is only the beginning of the torment that I will inflict on G-Sex. God I hate this town. It�s time for me to get ready for my victory. Brad: damn that Blackout I told you something was up, Blackout having a heart was just too good to be true Doc: Tough love, it�s the only way G-Sex will understand. Blackout throws the mic down and his music is nearly drowned out by the extremely vocal Sacramento crowd showing their hatred for him, Blackout�s smug and satisfied expression only incites them more Brad: In all my years, I am struggling to think of an act that is more despicable than Blackout�s actions here tonight Doc: G-Sex got what he deserved Brad: How can you sit there and say that? Doc: Easily Brad: I think that low life thug had better pray that he doesn�t win that Four-Way later tonight, but whether he wins or not, he will eventually have to face G-Sex Blackout walks backwards up the ramp, surveying the carnage he has just caused with a sick smile on his face, EMTs rush into the ring, Blackout makes his way backstage and the music fades Brad: EMTs are attending to G-Sex folks, let�s hope he is ok The arena is silent as the EMTs bring G-Sex around, he whispers something to them and they continue to try and help him up, he than yells at them and motions for them to get out of the ring, they put their arms up and begrudgingly agree Doc: Look now the idiot is accepting help Brad: Doc this is NOT the time G-Sex rolls over onto his stomach, as a chant for his name slowly builds into epic proportions, the entire arena is chanting for �Tha Franchize Playa�. G-Sex props himself up slowly on his knuckles and than springs to his feet as his music hits, he holds his sore, throbbing ribs and leans on the ropes Brad: Now that is courage ladies and gentlemen Still clutching his ribs G-Sex makes his way up the aisle receiving a standing ovation as we got to commercial break RAWF Television Championship MATT HIGGERSON* VS. SEANN STORM Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the RAWF Television Championship!! Introducing first ...the challenger! The arena is cast into darkness as a hush falls over the crowd in anticipation. Bursting through the emptiness, six rapid fire pyro explodes a purple highlight on the standing crowd in 4 seconds. A seventh and larger pyro booms from in front of the entrance way as Pantera's "Becoming" kicks through the arena speakers as a strobing purple light beats from inside the entrance way and forging a shadow of a man standing in the arch way with his arms extended out. Turning as Phil Anselmo's haunts out the opening verse and the shadow becomes lite up by crossing red and purple spot lights to be The God Of Thunder. Levitan: From Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada... weighing 240 pounds ....he is the self proclaimed Next Level... he is...SEANN!!! STORM!!! Walking through a mixed reaction of primarily boos with some scattered cheer, Seann glides down the ramp as he stops along the way to stress his point that he is every bit as good as he says he is. Stepping up on the apron he stops in the center and turns to face the crowd with his arms hooked over the top rope and mouths out the chorus along with Phil. Climbing into the ring he relaxes across the top turnbuckle awaiting his opponent and yet still managing to boast about himself. Brad: Supremely confident is Seann Storm! The man has turned his back on his former comrades and even gave up one half of the World Tag Team Championship!!! It takes a lot of guts to pull a stunt like that! Doc: The man is a god Brad! He was tired of carrying the rest of the New Blood around! I don't blame him one bit!! He doesn't need them, he never did! Levitan: And his opponent... "Never Gunna Stop" starts up and the crowd cheers. Levitan: From Detroit, Michigan ...weighing 235 pounds ... he is the RAWF Television Champion ...he is MATT "DADDY" HIGGERSON!!! More pyros announce the arrival of the champion as he steps out from the curtain and pauses, staring at his former stablemate. As the crowd cheers him on, he removes his belt, and rushes down to the ring. He slides in under the ropes and holds the belt high in the air. Storm just calmly smirks and gets down off the turnbuckle. Doc: I'm still in shock that Higgerson is the champion. he should walk over and thank Seann for it before they begin. Brad: The two former friends circle and lock up. Higgerson with a headlock .... now pelting Seann with several rapid fire punches to the head. He lets go and chops Seann right across the pectorals! What a shot! Doc: Must be how that moron says "Thanks!" Seann staggers back a step from the chop and Matt presses on. He chops him again staggering "The God Of Thunder into the corner. three more chops and Seann's chest is turnign beat red, his head shooting backwards with each blow. Matt backs up, charges, and hits a tornado DDT out of the corner. He stands up and looks to the crowd, who provide him with a encouraging pop. He drags Seann to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Matt tries a big boot, but Seann ducks it. Seann rebounds off the opposite side. Matt turns around and leans down for a backdrop attempt, but Seann puts on the brakes and kicks him right in the face. Matt grabs his jaw and spins around his back to Storm. The self declared god grabs Matt around the waist and hits a german suplex. Seann gets up and viciously stomps the champion eight or nine times, the pulls him to his feet and rams his head into the corner turnbuckle. Matt stumbles away, barely maintaining his balance. Seann hits the ropes and executes a scissor kick to the back of Matt Daddy's head. Higgerson tumbles to the canvas. Seann hits the ropes again, does a cartwheel and finishes it with a splash on the champion. He covers and hooks the leg. 1 ... Matt kicks out before even a two count. Seann drags Matt to his feet and slugs him across the jaw a couple of times, then grabs him and executes a gutbuster drop. Matt clutches his stomach and writhes on the canvas. Seann drives a couple of knees into Matt's ribs, then picks him up and puts him in an abdominal stretch. Matt cries out in agony and Seann taints him, telling him to give up. Doc: Seann showing why he WAS the the real talent of The New Blood! He's dominanted this match almost from the beginning! Brad: Higgerson had a good start, but since then, it has been all Seann Storm. Matt needs these fans to get behind him! Doc: The fans can hoot and holler al they want. Higgerson lucked into this belt and he's going to lose it faster than you can say "paper champ". Storm holds the stretch on tight. Higgerson tries to reach over and grab hair, but Seann leans out of his reach. The ref asks Higg if he wants to submit, but Matt shakes his head a definitive "no". Seann reaches back out of the referee's line of sight and grabs the rope for extra leverage. Matt cries out from the additional added pressure. The ref looks, but Seann lets go before he sees it. After several more agonizing moments in the hold, Matt gets his leg free and with a huge effort, hip tosses Seann over to escape the hold. Matt falls to his knees, clutching his side. Seann shakes off the hiptoss and stands up, planting a boot to Matt's kisser, sending him sprawling to the canvas. Seann drops an elbow into Matt's ribs and makes a cover. 1....2.... kickout by Matt. Seann picks him up and tries to whip him into the corner, but Matt finds the energy to reverse it and Seann hits the turnbuckles back first. He falls to his knees coming out of the corner. Matt charges and hits a baseball slide, his feet nailing Seann right in the knee. With Seann clutching at his knee on the canvas, Matt struggle to his feet and grabs Seann by the ankles and spreads out his legs, then puts his foot up as if to stomp him where it hurts most. He looks to the crowd for encouragement and they give it. Matt drives his foot into Seann's groin and "The God Of Thunder" screeches and rolls up into a ball. Matt grabs his ankle again and drives his own knee into the back of Seann's several times, then puts on an ankle lock. Seann cries out and tries to crawl away, but Matt drags him back to the middle of the ring and twists the ankle even harder. Seann clutches at his own hair and grimaces, then manages to pull himself and Matt over to the ropes. Matt grabs the other ankle and Seann climbs the ropes with just his arms, desperately trying to escape. Matt yanks him hard by both legs and Seann lets go of the ropes and hits the canvas face first. Brad: Ohhh! He landed right on his nose!! He's lucky if it isn't broken, I mean he landed RIGHT on it. Doc: Might work to his advantage, if he can't smell Higgerson, he'll be able to concentrate better. Matt drags Seann up and whips him into the ropes. Matt propels himself off the opposite side and clobbers Seann with a flying lariat. A cover and the ref counts 1...2... Storm kicks out. Matt starts to drag Seann to his feet again, but gets nailed by a low blow. Seann stands up and executes a DDT on Matt, then steps away to clutch at his sore nose. Matt staggers to his feet, but Seann nearly beheads him with a clothesline that sends Matt up over the top rope and down onto the concrete. The ref begins to count as Seann takes a few seconds to rest. Matt pulls himself up on the ring apron and Seann charges and brains him with a baseball slide dropkick that sends Matt flying into some empty steel chairs at ringside. The crash is horrible and one of the chairs buckle and Matt lies motionless among the tangle of steel. Seann climbs out of the ring to stand on the apron aboce where Matt lies. Seann leaps and hits an elbow drop from the apron onto the champion's stomach. The move takes a bit out of the challenger as well, as he stands up slowly and grabs his arm. He shakes it off and grabs a chair. He waits for Matt to rise and then promptly blasts him with it. Matt takes it right between the eyes and slumps back to the floor. Seann tosses the chair aside and drags Matt to his feet and tosses him back into the ring. He slides in and makes a cover! The ref counts 1...2... somehow Matt manages to get a shoulder up before the three. Seann is a bit stunned, but he picks Matt up and gives him a gutwrench suplex and tries again. Ref counts 1...2... again, Matt gets a shoulder up just in time. Seann picks him up once more, slugs him twice then whips him into the ropes. On the rebound the lifts Matt high in the air and drops him throat first on the top rope. Matt's body slingshots backwards and he hits the canvas head first. Doc: That HAS to be it!!! Brad: Another cover! One ... two ....three! NO! NO! Higgerson got his shoulder up YET AGAIN before the three! The champion hanging on with all he's got! Doc: Come on Seann, finish him off! Seann attempts to do just that. He picks Matt up and bodyslams him, positioning him right in front of the turnbuckles. Seann climbs to the top rope, his back facing the ring. He springboards off, flipping perfectly in the air two hundred and seventy degrees ... and hits the canvas face and chest first. Matt rolled out of the way!! Doc: DAMNIT! Brad: A more unbiased comment I have never heard. Seann tries to get up, but collapses back to the mat as the champion crawls over and pulls himself up on the ropes. Seann does manage to rise and he takes a few tenative steps towards Matt, who kicks him in the stomach. Seann doubles over, then straightens up again, only to recieve a second kick in the same manner. The crowd starts getting louder, cheering on Matt as grabs Seann and hits a sitdown DDT. He picks him up, whips the "God Of Thunder" into the ropes, and launches himself off the opposite ropes. Both men leap into the air and they collide with simultaneous bodypresses! Both men hits the canvas and lies still beside each other for long moments as the ref counts and gets up to eight. Matt staggers to his feet and Seann rolls over to the corner. Matt walks over, drags Seann to his feet and gets him in bodyslam position. Seann slides out of it and lands behind Higgerson, then shoves him face first into the turnbuckle. Matt staggers back and Seann rolls him up with an inside cradle from behind. 1...2... Matt kicks out! Seann immediately rises and stomps the bejesus out of him with five cruel shots to the head. Then he picks him up and gives him a Thunder Valley Driver!!!! Brad: That HAS to be it!! Higgerson can't possibly take anymore punishment! He should be proud to have had that belt, even for only a week. I'm sure he'll get a rematch ... Doc: I hope not, he was lucky to even be granted a title match in the first place. Seann covers. 1....2... MATT KICKS OUT AGAIN!! Doc: Geeeeeeeeeeezus!!! Will you give it up already Higgerson??? Brad: Matt Higgerson just will not quit! Disgusted and fed up, Seann picks Matt up and gives him a "Fall From Grace" chokeslam, then gives the crowd a slit-throat gesture. He climbs to the top rope, intent on hitting the Seann-ton Bomb! But just as he is about to leap. Matt crawls over and shakes the top rope. Seann loses his balance and crotches himself on the top turnbuckle. He sits there stunned and making fish faces as Matt tries to compose himself and get up. Matt walks over to where Seann is still straddling the turnbuckle and wallops him with ten hard shots to the face. Each one sends Seann rocking back on the brink of falling backwards off the post. Matt grabs him by the throat and chest, lifts him up and tosses him off. Seann flies through the air and thumps the canvas hard. Matt takes a breather and waits for Seann to rise, then gives him a "That's Mattastic" rock bottom slam! A cover! Ref counts 1...2...kickout by Seann. Matt picks him up, but Seann grabs him by the hair and whips him into the ropes. The ref gets in the way and is shoved aside as Higgerson flies by. Matt ducks a clothesline attempt by Storm and spears the Thunder God on the return!! The crowd goes wild!! Matt stands up, grabs Seann by the ankles and turns him over into a sharpshooter!!!! The referee is on his knees in the corner, trying to shrug off being hit. Seann bellows in pain, then taps out! But the ref is not there yet and doesn't see it. Matt leans back harder on the hold, but Seann manages to get to the ropes just as the ref comes around. The ref calls for a break and Matt obliges reluctantly. Matt gives the signal for the Matt Daddy Drop, and drags Seann to his feet. He gets him in a leg scissors and starts the move, but Seann resists ... and backdrops Higgerson over. Seann turns around and waits for Matt to get up, then clocks him with a clothesline from hell. Seann decides its time to finish it. He picks Matt up and nails a Broken Arrow backbreaker, then climbs to the top rope once again. He leaps and hits "The Perfect Frog Splash"!!! The referee counts 1...2...3!!! Winner: NEW RAWF TELEVISION CHAMPION SEANN STORM!!! Doc: What a victory for Seann Storm!! His second RAWF title in just a little less than a month!! Brad: Joy. Doc: Why so bitter? Been sucking on lemons again? Brad: Because the man tapped out!! You saw it, i saw it, the whole world saw it except the referee!!! "God Of Thunder" plays as Seann is handed the Television Championship. He hugs it to his chest and climbs out of the ring. He gets half way up the ramp before Higgerson gets up and grabs the mic from Levitan. Higgerson: Seann, you piece of crap!!! If you have any guts at all, you'll face me at Philadelphia Freedom. I know they won't let you defend that belt that you just stole from me, but I'll bet they'll let me name a stipulation! Seann shrugs and nods, then yells "Name it peon!" Higgerson: You and me in a TLC! Match that is! Tables ...ladders ...and chairs! Seann's eyes get wide for a moment, but he quickly composes himself and starts laughing. Again he nods, then holds his belt up, gloating as he returns to the curtain, leaving Higgerson to glare in his wake. Brad: Ladies and Gentlemen, when we come back, Baggs will grace us with his presence with another installment of "Baggs Unleashed." Doc: Thank God! It's been three weeks since we last saw that segment on Chaos! It's been a long time coming, Brad Baxter! Brad: Thrilled as always. Baggs is shown walking to the ring in the back while the ring crew set everything up in the ring for "Baggs Unleashed." "After Me" by Saliva blares across the loudspeakers in the Arco Arena. "Baggs Unleashed" appears on the Radi-tron. A little "Baggs Unleashed" logo appears in the left part of the screen as well. He comes down with a microphone already in hand. He stops in the middle of the aisleway and takes a look at a fan with a sign that reads.. "Dee is the only Elite Establishment." Baggs takes the sign from the fan. Baggs then continues to walk to the ring. He gets inside the ring and holds the sign up in the middle of the ring. The crowd cheers for Shawn Dee. Baggs then takes a look at the sign and spits on it. He then rips it in half and throws it to the mat. He then wipes his boots on it. He then smirks as the crowd loudly boos him for this. He then takes a seat in a stool provided in the middle of the ring. Baggs: You know, this is going to be the most emotional segment in "Baggs Unleashed" history. Tonight, I am letting all my feelings out about the entire Elite Establishment, Shawn Dee, and Blake Zulu ordeal. This entire segment is going to be devoted to just that. No more running off at the mouth about Eric "Pickles" Crane and how I am going to beat him later on tonight. For the past couple of weeks, there has seemed to be a crack within the rankings of the Elite Establishment. I am not going to try and sit here and cover them up because that would be absurd because the crack is quite obvious. What does this crack stem from you may be asking yourselves. The crack stems from one individual and one individual only, the current RAWF World Champion. Yes, I am talking about Shawn Dee... the Sensation of Innovation, or whatever he calls himself... The Mountain Dew SOB... like that strikes fear into others. You see it all started with a simple verbal plight between Shawn and Blake Zulu going into their World Title match in which Blake Zulu held at the time. Shawn seemed to do a lot of the talking, but always talked about the mutual respect and how the two of them were friends and that Shawn would always have Blake's back, no matter what! Well, that goes pretty far, if you ask me. Does no matter what mean turn your back on the Elite Establishment Shawn? Does it mean turn your back on your family? The fans continue to boo and jeer Baggs, but he ignores them. Baggs:What gives? I find your actions as of late appalling. Just look at what you now possess. You hold the very title that Dirge... Big D, as you call him, brought so much prestige to. The man held that title for over four months. Not once did you see Magnum, nor myself go after the title after he was out of the picture, but you jumped on the first opportunity that you got, didn't you Shawn? Hell, you even got the free ride into the title match. If not for Alex Layne quitting, you would have never gotten the chance against your good buddy, Blake Zulu. I have been in the ring with Alex Layne before and he is really, really good Shawn. Count your lucky stars my friend because if he didn't have his differences with the RAWF, you may have never gotten that shot at Zoo, but you did, so lucky you. The crowd begins to chant "BAGGS SUCKS, BAGGS SUCKS, BAGGS SUCKS!" Baggs: I sit here and wonder where your loyalty is Shawn. You know, you, yourself are probably wondering where your loyalty lies. Notice Shawn that the Elite Establishment has yet to turn our backs on you. You are still welcomed in the Elite Establishment. Shawn, I thought I knew you. I never knew you to turn your back on ME! We go way back! Hell, I was the one that took you under my wing a couple of years ago when you were a nothing! You were a NOTHING Shawn, but after my tutelage, you became somebody, you started turning some heads. You made a name for yourself, Shawn! I am not saying you owe it all to me, but you owe a bit of gratitude towards me and if not for Dirge and I, you would have never gotten a spot here in the RAWF! Now look at you! For what Dirge and I did for you, this is how you repay us, even more so Dirge. You took the man's championship without asking. Dirge isn't a complicated guy to get along with Shawn. I know he's trying his best not to show any hatred or anger towards you because it's for the best of our team, but I am not Dirge. I am not going to sit back and let it all stay inside me like water in a bottle. Shawn, you have a lot of explaining to do. I would like to know where your mind is right now.. "Right/Wrong" by DMX begins to play. The crowd begins to cheer for Shawn Dee, but because of his association with the Elite Establishment, there are quite a few boos for the champion as well. Shawn Dee, with the RAWF World Title wrapped around his waist steps out on to the stage. He walks down to the ring, never making eye contact with Baggs, who is still in the middle of the ring. Brad: I don't like where this is going! Doc: I do! I want to see them tear each other apart! The World Champion finally gets inside of the ring. Baggs looks severely pissed off. Shawn Dee walks over to Dan Levitan and grabs a microphone. Baggs stands in a corner and watches Shawn Dee's every move, who has yet to even acknowledge that Baggs is in the ring. Shawn then walks into the middle of the ring. Baggs begins shaking his head. The Champ speaks. Shawn: First and foremost, I would like to thank KIT for allowing me to come out here and say a few words to you, the fans. Doc: Who does he think he is interrupting Baggs like this, during his own show? Brad: He's the champ, he can do what he wants to do, I suppose. Shawn: Last week, it was like a dream come true. Beating Blake Zulu, who I consider one of my best friends here in the wrestling world, is a major accomplishment for me. Beating him for the RAWF World Championship makes it that much more special. It... Baggs: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Butch! JUST WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? Shawn: Well, Baggs, I thought you recognized me when you saw me walk out with this title around my waist. I'm Shawn D.... Baggs: I know who you are, but who in the hell do you think you are coming down here and interrupting my own show? Didn't you notice that "Baggs Unleashed" was on? Shawn: I thought you were finished? Baggs: I was far from being finished. I don't care if you are the World Champion, you just don't interrupt ME! Shawn: Is that supposed to make me scared? Is that supposed to make me back down from the Almighty Baggs? Security guards begin to walk down to the ring. Baggs: Great, guys, restore some order. Get him out of my ring! The security guards get into the ring and walk over to Baggs and grab him by the arms. Baggs: What the hell do you think you are doing? Unhand me! This is my show! Baggs drops the mic. He starts giving up a fight, but is finally restrained by all the guards. They escort him out of the ring as Shawn Dee has a smile on his face. Baggs agrees to stay away from the ring and then turns to Shawn Dee and snarls as Dee parades around the ring showing off his belt. Baggs leaves the arena... Shawn continues. Shawn: Baggs, I deeply apologize for interrupting your show, but I am the World Champion damn it. Your show is a great show, don�t get me wrong, but how come you don�t invite your own friend, stable-mate, current world champ, Shawn Dee. Believe me Baggs, I respect you, I really do. We have had our run-ins in the past, and you�re one hell of an athlete. It�s just you should be wrestling and proving you�re way that way, and not just sit here and talk about it. Now I ain't issuing a challenge or anything, I�m just saying. I have known you for years and you certainly talk the talk, but here lately you�ve just fallen a little bit short of walking the walk. Dee lowers the mic for a second and unstraps the World Title from his waist, slinging it over his shoulder. He paces around the ring for a few moments, clearly thinking carefully about what he wants to say. He lifts the mic up only to be interrupted by Metallica�s �Wherever I May Roam�. Dee lowers the mic and looks at the stage as if to say �great� without actually saying it. Jarek Magnum steps out from behind the curtain dressed all in black and walks down to the ring with an angry look on his face. He walks up to the ring and steps in and then walks across the ring, shooting Dee a disgusted look before taking a mic and walking back to center ring to look Dee in the face. Dee takes a step back and raises the mic. Magnum: What the hell�s up with you lately Shawn ? You win the World Title, which might I add is Dirge�s and all of a sudden you�re sucking up to Zoo and these idiot fans and turning your back on your brothers ? What he hell is your problem man ? Dee shakes his head in frustration and then looks at Magnum, raising the mic as he does so. When he speaks his voice has an almost pleading sound to it. Shawn: Jarek, please don�t come out here and run your mouth. You and I are friends. We have had our run-ins as well. We are all friends here. Just because I won the World Championship here in RAWF shouldn't change feelings among the Elite Establishment. I mean, think of it as bringing the belt back to the family. As long as it stays in the Elite Establishment we all should be happy. But as for being pissed at me Jarek, you don't have that right. Where were you when the Tag Team Titles were at stake ? Nowhere. Yeah, I know you got attacked, but I�ve been banged up, bruised and battered and I�ve never missed a match of that magnitude. What you did was wrong but I forgave you because we are family. Magnum looks at Dee like he�s about to throw his jacket down and attack him but he doesn�t do so. Dee looks at him and continues to speak. Shawn: We�ve all paid our dues in our careers and just when something like this happens, we are turning our backs on one another. I mean, the Elite Establishment wasn't like this when Dirge held the title. Now that another member wins it, you get all upset. Come on guys, we are the best in the business. Any of us can have this title. But it shouldn't cause cracks in this group. We are the elite in this business, the best of the best. That�s why we are called what we are. No one is going to take that from us. We all have come a long way, and this Heavyweight Title shouldn't get in the way. You guys should be supporting me, not judging me and my ways. Dee lowers the mic and looks pleadingly at Magnum who removes the coat and drops it to the canvas, raising the mic to his face with an outraged look on it. Jarek: You stabbed us in the back Shawn. You see you just don�t seem to get it�yes�we have paid our dues and taken our lumps. That doesn�t change the fact that you didn�t wait for Dirge to come back and fight to reclaim that title; you just swooped in like a predator and took it. While that apparently means nothing to you, to Baggs and I that is a total slap in the face to Dirge. It�s also a huge slap in the face to us. You never discussed this with Baggs and I, you just bolted ahead and went for it. Yes, we are a family and normally we would be supporting you�.but your actions lately have made us seriously question your loyalty to us. Who do you think you are spitting in our faces like this ? You�ve been slapping us in the face for weeks, now it�s your turn to see what it feels like. Magnum throws the mic down and rears back like he�s going to punch Dee when �Burning Inside� by Ministry starts and Dirge walks out onto the stage to a thunderous chorus of boos. He looks down at the ring with an irritated look on his face and adjusts his sling. He walks down the ramp and to the ring, stepping over the top rope and walking in between the two of them. He holds out his arm and pushes both men back then holds out his hand and takes Dee�s mic. Dirge: That�s enough of this shit out of you two. You�re fighting like spoiled children and frankly it�s making me sick. This is family business and that means we keep it IN HOUSE. It�s not for these slack jawed slobs to see�now the two of you shut it now and get back to our locker room before I chase you both back there. I still have one good arm and that�s enough to assert a little leadership on you two. Go. I�ve had enough of this bull out of the three of you. �Burning Inside� starts to play again as Dee shifts the Title again and begins to leave the ring. Dee and Magnum walk out of the ring and start going up the ramp, jawing at each other the entire way. They stop when Dirge barks something at them from a couple of feet away, they just look back at him, nod and continue silently up the ramp and to the back. Dirge shakes his head in clear aggravation and then eventually follows them to the back. Fatal Four Way (Winner recieves U.S. Title shot at Philadelphia Freedom) KRIS WAYNE VS. STREEX VS. DEADMAN K VS. BLACKOUT Levitan: The following contest is a Fatal four Way scheduled for one fall! Introducing first ...... led to the ring by his manager Jason Pryde ...... from Cupertino, California .... weighing 195 pounds ....this is "SHADOW" KRIS WAYNE!! As "Chocolate Fudge" plays, Jason leads his charge down the ramp to a mixed reaction from the crowd. The RAWF Superstar/Sound Technician climbs into the ring and raises his arms in the air. Pryde climbs in behind him and claps in approval. Brad: Kris Wayne with a huge opportunity here. If he can pull off a win tonight, he will have the honor of wrestling for The United States Championship at Philadelphia Freedom! What a feather that would be in this young man's cap. Doc: Well don't be singing Yankee Doodle just yet Brad. That's a BIG if. Levitan: Introducing next ..... from St. Louis, Missouri ....weighing 247 pounds ... this is STREEX!!! Wearing black snap-off pants, an expensive black diamond shirt, black and white Iverson shoes, and a black bandana ...the man known as StreeX struts down the ramp as "Never Scared" by Bonecrusher plays. He climbs into the ring and tosses a few rude insults Wayne's way. Doc: StreeX has a chance to add more gold to The Brotherhood's trophy case! Levitan: Introducing third ....from Whittier, California .... weighing 235 pounds ...this is BLACKOUT!! The lights in the arena go out and a dim spotlight shines on the curtain. On the Radi-tron, clips of Blackout winning the RAWF Television Championship are shown. Blackout strolls through the curtain and basks in the rain of boos that emit from the Sacramento fans. The spotlight follows him down the ramp and into the ring, where he preens smugly. Brad: Blackout's return last week was less than memorable, but maybe he can turn things around tonight and then face his new nemesis G-Sex for the U.S. Title! After what he did to the "Playa" tonight, I bet G-Sex is even rooting for him! Doc: Wayne cheated to beat him last week. Hopefully tonight, we can see some revenge! Levitan: And their opponent ....from Scunthorpe, England ..... weighing 288 pounds ....this is DEADMAN K!!! A powerful boom resounds from the Radi-Tron and "Immortal" by Adema plays. DK stalks down the ramp, not paying any mind to the fans and rolls into the ring. He grabs the first person he sees ...which happens to be Blackout and pounds him with a hard right hand. StreeX takes advantage of the fast start by dropkicking Wayne to the mat from behind. Brad: And we are under way!!! DK not wasting any time with small talk! Doc: I love matches like this where its hard to keep track! DK continues using Blackout as a punching bag as StreeX picks Wayne up off the mat and shoves him into the corner, plastering him with several of his own hard vicious right hands. Wayne grabs StreeX and turns it around, pounding HIM with uppercuts. DK picks Blackout up and executes a powerbomb!!! He tries a quick cover! 1...2... Blackout kicks out. Wayne hits StreeX with a judo chop and the Brotherhood member slumps into a sitting position in the corner. Wayne starts putting the boots to him, stomping him about a dozen times, before dragging him to his feet and whipping him into the opposite corner. DK picks Blackout up and lifts him high overhead, then dumps him over the top rope. Blackout hits the concrete with a sickening thud. DK turns in time to see Wayne charge StreeX and hit with a corner clothesline.Wayne backs up a few steps, looking to charge again, but DK has other ideas. He grabs Wayne by the back of the neck and hits with a diamond cutter. DK stands up, leaps into the air and comes down with a punishing legdrop. He covers Wayne. 1...2... kickout by Kris. DK picks him up again and grabs him by the throat, a chokeslam his intention. StreeX climbs to his feet as Dk lifts Wayne up. StreeX charges and knees DK in the back. Wayne tumbles to the mat and rolls away as DK turns around, more mad than hurt. StreeX's eyes go wide as the Deadman stalks him. He grabs StreeX by the throat and tries to chokeslam HIM, but Wayne cuts his knee out from under him with a dive. DK goes to his knees and tries to rise, but StreeX nails him with a forearm shot, then another. DK manages to rise, but Wayne and StreeX working together, whip him into the ropes and double clothesline him to the mat. Blackout rolls into the ring as StreeX hits a cheap shot on Wayne, knocking him down as well. Brad: Deadman was trying to end it quick, you can't blame him for that, but too many people to fight off. Doc: He wants some gold desperately Brad! We both know it, but he may have bitten off more than he could ever chew in this match! StreeX turns around and Blackout clocks him with a spinning heel kick. Deadman K gets up and Blackout hits HIM with one as well, knocking him back and causing him to fall against the ropes and get his arms tangled up in them. Wayne gets up and Blackout attempts a third kick, but Wayne ducks and hits a dropkick on the former NCAA Champion. Blackout hits the canvas, but pops right back up, only to recieve a second dropkick, sending him right back. The crowd cheers Wayne as he picks Blackout up and knees him several times in the midsection. Blackout walks bowlegged away and Wayne bulldogs him to the canvas. Wayne covers 1...2... kickout by Blackout. Wayne stands up, grabs Blackout's ankles and turns him over to into the Netsplit!!! Blackout cries out and claws vainly on the mat. StreeX rises, sees whats happening and kicks Wayne in the head. Wayne releases the hold and slumps to the canvas. DK gets up as StreeX stomps on Wayne. He nails StreeX from behind when a massive forearm, then grabs him by the hair and trunks and tosses him through the ropes like a sack of grain. StreeX goes careening through and hits the concrete. Deadman picks Wayne up and tosses him into the ropes, giving him a big boot to the face on the rebound. Wayne returns right back to the mat. Blackout staggers to his feet and DK plants him with a couple of right hands, then whips him into the ropes. Blackout gives him a Thez Press on the return and as soon as they hit the mat, Blackout starts rapidly firing punches into Deadman K's face. Doc: The B-Man is a superb athlete!! I think his background in amateur wrestling gives him a distinct advantage here! Brad: How do you figure that? Doc: Because it makes him the smartest guy in there! He was definitely brilliant earlier! Hell, he's not only an awesome athlete, but he should get an Academy Award for his acting performance with G-Sex! Blackout gets up off Deadman K, then walks over and pulls Wayne to his feet. He bitch slaps him a couple of times, then whips him into the ropes. Wayne leapfrogs over a bent over Blackout then comes back with a clothesline on him. Deadman gets up and Wayne hits him with a mulekick that sends the big man to his knees. StreeX crawls back into the ring and Wayne charges him, only to be caught and flapjacked throat first onto the top rope. DK stands up and charges StreeX. He clotheslines him over the top rope, but his momentum carries HIM out as well. StreeX lands badly on his knee and DK is able to land on his feet. Blackout gets up and realizes he only has one opponent in the ring to deal with, so he starts stomping viciously on Wayne. DK goes to pick StreeX up outside the ring, but StreeX gives him a low blow, then a quick thrust to the throat. DK gasps and staggers back. StreeX climbs up on the apron and leaps, hitting with a plancha on DK. Meanwhile, Blackout picks Wayne up and executes a snap suplex. He tries a cover. 1...2... kickout by Wayne. Blackout pulls Wayne to his feet and drags him over to the corner. Holding Wayne up with one hand, Blackout scales the turnbuckles and hits with a Showtime flipping neckbreaker!! Blackout covers! 1...2... StreeX pulls Wayne out of the ring by his ankles, breaking the count. StreeX gives Wayne a quick superkick, then starts choking him out with his foot. Blackout climbs to the top rope as DK gets up and clobbers StreeX with a mean forearm shot. Blackout leaps and hits both DK and StreeX with a cross bodyblock!! All four men now lie dazed on the arena floor. Brad: My god, it looks like a car wreck out here in front of our table! Doc: Yeah, a four car pileup. A hearse, a pimpmobile, a sound truck, and a corvette. Heheheh. Brad: Now you are being ridiculous. Blackout is the first to stagger to his feet He picks Wayne up and rolls him back into the ring. But just as Blackout is about to follow him in, Deadman grabs him around the waist and shoves him hard into the apron. He keeps his arms around him and tries to german suplex him on the concrete, but StreeX comes up behind him and waylays him. DK spins around and nails him right back with a hard right hand, then another. He puts StreeX in a head scissors ...... and powerbombs him through the Spanish announcers table!! Blackout takes the opportunity to blast DK with a scissor kick to the back of the head, sending him into the debris on top of StreeX. Blackout rolls back into the ring and stands up ...only to be clocked with a clothesline from Wayne! Kris picks him up, whips him into the ropes, and flips him into the air via a back bodydrop! The crowd, still remembering Blackout's vile capers earlier, cheers Wayne on, calling for Blackout's blood! Wayne flips him over and applies the Netsplit!!! Blackout bellows in agony. Outside the ring, DK stumbles to his feet. He shakes off the cobwebs and rolls into the ring. Wayne releases the hold upon seeing DK enter and stalks after him, only to be caught by a big boot to the face. Wayne staggers backwards and trips over Blackout, falling back and hitting his head hard on the canvas. DK picks him up and delivers a DEATH DROP!! Brad: It's over!! Deadman K will face G-Sex at Philadelphia freedom! A cover! One...TWO ...THR.... Doc: Blackout made the save just in time!! It's NOT over! Brad: That was close, that was SO close!! Blackout drags DK off of Wayne and pelts him with several right hands, then gives him a dropkick for good measure. DK goes flying over the top rope once more. Suddenly, G-Sex comes limping down the ramp, brandishing the crutch Blackout used on him earlier!!! The fans in Sacramento go absolutely bonkers at this, glad that their hometown hero is able to walk. Blackout is just getting ready to pick Wayne up when he spots G-Sex and bails out of the ring as G-Sex enters and swings the crutch over the rope, missing Blackout. Blackout scrambles around the ring and up the ramp to get away from G-Sex as StreeX finally manages to crawl into the ring and stand. He sees G-Sex and walks up behind him, tapping him on the shoulder to find out what the hell is going on. G-Sex swings around on pure reflex and blasts StreeX with the crutch!! Oblivious to what he just did, G-Sex dives out of the ring, and gives chase to the retreating Blackout and both disappear through the curtain. Wayne gets ahold of himself and sees a bloody StreeX lying unconscious on the mat. He drops a legdrop on him for good measure, then covers. 1....2....3!!! Winner by pinfall: KRIS WAYNE!!!! Brad: The young sound technician gets his chance to be the United States Champion next week!! Doc: DAMN that G-Sex!!! Why couldn't he just stay in the ambulance where he belonged??? PAGE TWO

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