The show opens with an ariel view of downtown Toronto. We can see landmarks like the Skydome and the CN Tower. The view switches to that of outside the Air Canada Center where the marquee reads "RAWF Unleashed". Then finally, it pans to inside where the crowd is raucous and the ring stands ready.

Brad: Welcome everyone to RAWF UNLEASHED!! We are happy to be here in Toronto for this spectacular event!

Doc: Did you know that the CN Tower is the largest free standing structure in the world? Personally, I think the Canadians are just trying to compensate for a lack of something ... if you know what I mean.

Brad: Starting already are you? Tonight we present to you an awesome lineup of matches including our main event! Dirge defends his RAWF World Heavyweight Championship for the first time against the man he won it from last month at Eruption ... Big Kahuna!

Various highlights involving Kahuna and Dirge from Eruption and the Chaos' since play.

Doc: Kahuna is going to get his butt kicked again Brad, and this time he won't have an excuse like an injured shoulder to use to get another shot. This is it, his last chance.

Brad: All this and much, MUCH more as we head to the ring for our first event!

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HIGH ROLLER VS. TRASH BARLOW

Levitan: This opening contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first .... from Gary, Indiana .... weighing 285 pounds .... TRASH BARLOW!!!

"Disease" by Matchbox 20 plays as Trash comes stumbling down wearing jeans that look like they are about ready to fall off of him, and an Indiana Hoosiers Jersey that looks more black than red. Getting to the ring, he scowls at the masses who rain their scorn down upon him, and he lets them know exactly how he feels by giving possibly the loudest belch the world has ever known.

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

"Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me" by Elton John plays as one of the sound guys decides to play a practical joke on the wrestler. The fans love it, though, and start cheering, "Rol-ler! Rol-ler." Annoyed, but thinking that if the fans like the song, and like him, that it may translate into t-shirt sales, and more money, so he smiles, waves a couple of times, then gets down to busines by heading swiftly to the ring to try and get his first win!

Doc: Trash and Roller, whoever loses this, loses a lot of...face...I guess. It's the battle of the losers! Although winning this might be like winning the "Mr. Puny-verse" competition.

Brad: Be nice...try not to kick anybody when they are down... Trash can brawl with the best of them, and Roller can trade suplexes with anybody! Let see who starts a winning streak tonight.

The bell rings and Trash is off like a shot. Clubbing Roller with a few forearms shots, Barlow backs the Gambler into a corner. Roller absorbs a few more shots, then tries to lock up...only to get bit in the forearm. 1-2-3-4-Trash releases the bite. Momentarily distracted as the ref admonishes him, Barlow doesn't see the High Roller come out of the corner, and the Trashman takes one right between the eyes. Roller then hits a double underhook suplex. Waiting for his odor-causing opponent to get up, Roller positions himself behind him and hits the cross-face chicken wing. Screaming in pain, Barlow tries to extricate himself from the position, or at least get to the ropes. Barlow nearly taps before he reaches the ropes. Using his sizable girth to gain momentum, he finally grabs a rope. The ref breaks the hold, and Roller continues his assault. Dragging Barlow from the ropes, he cinches in an elevated belly to back hammerlock. Crying out again...Trash tries to tap out, but swings his arms through the air, not remembering to shout, "I quit." Barlow's girth saves him again as Roller cannot sustain holding him up any longer. Dropping him, Roller drops him with a front-face double underhook piledriver. The crowd roars and counts with the ref...1-2-kickout! The crowd gives a collective, "awwwww" as the garbage man gets out of the predicament.

Doc: High Roller on a ...well...roll. If he keeps this up, his first victory is all but assured. The question remains, can the man from the trash-heap mount a comeback?

Brad: Roller is showing more scientifics than ever...more displays like this and he could've been in a title hunt by now. I don't know much about Barlow's wrestling skills, because he hasn't shown any. I hope its better than his skill with the mic!

Roller latches onto him as he staggers up. Giving him a European uppercut, Trash starts to stir. Getting energy from all the little Trashsters...well...not wanting to be the biggest loser in the RAWF, adrenaline starts to flow through Barlow's body, as he "Trashes up." Shaking...mostly from pain...Barlow ignores the knife edge chops being plastered to his chest and he reaches out and pokes Roller in the eyes. Following that up, he displays scientifics that bring down the house: Back rake followed by a rope burn, an illegal choke, followed by a thrust to the throat that sends Roller down. This is followed by a "boot scrape, " and a bite to the forehead. After breaking the bite, and with Roller still on the mat, Barlow gives a flying headbutt to the Gambler's groin area. Wincing in empathy, the ref asks Roller if he can continue, which H.R. answers weakly and with the affirmative.

Brad: The Gambler might have lost much more than any bet, there...

Doc: Yeah, I don't think he'll be willing to bet it all," in the future.

Trash restarts his offensive. Grabbing Roller by the leg, he drops an elbow down on the inside of his opponent's knee. He repeats this process several times, then goes for an elbow to the chest, which H.R. dodges. Trash lands with a loud thud, and Roller crawls over and applies an arm lock. Getting some much needed rest, Roller has his wits about him when Barlow bullies his way up, and breaks the lock. The Gambler hip tosses Barlow, and puts him in a headlock. Digging his long and dirty nails into the side of Roller's leg causes the Las Vegas native to let go and wonder if he should get a shot or some other medical procedure, considering the dirt caked under Trash's nails. Grabbing his leg and hopping around, Roller doesn't notice when Barlow comes behind him, spins him around, and applies a claw hold. Somewhere in the great beyond, Kerry Von Erich starts laughing at the pitiful excuse for a claw, but it is effective enough to allow Barlow to kick Roller in the gut, release the claw, punch him and drop the Gambler with a reverse side slam. Trash makes the cover...1-2-kickout! H.R. rolls away and gets to his feet. Barlow charges, and attempts a clothesline. Roller ducks, whips around, and applies the...

Brad: The Gold Standard! The Gold Standard! High Roller is going to win! Can you believe it?

Doc: No, I can't...take a look!

Barlow barrells toward the ropes and grabs on. After the release, Trash scoops up Roller, throws him into a corner, follows with an avalanche, and when Roller drops...Trash hits him with a big splash. High Roller cashes in his chips...1-2-3!

Doc: He certainly snatched defeat from the jaws of victory...what a loser!

Brad: Poor Roller...how humiliating...losing to Trash Barlow to keep his losing streak alive...

Doc: Losing streak? Yeah...I have a good idea...lets keep track of this bums record...I bet you he gets to fifty losses before his first win!

Brad: You're on!

Winner by pinfall: TRASH BARLOW

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The camera pans over the fans and stops on a certain individual sitting among the throng.

Brad: What the hell?

Doc: It's Karl Kintel!!! Hey Karl, nice to seeya! All of the great celebritys come out to watch RAWF in person!

Brad: I was hoping for Celine Dion or Shania Twain myself...

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Elsewhere in the back, RAWF newcomers Trent Bradley and Dominion are having a discussion about tonight's festivities.

Trent: I figure we go down after the match and beat the hell out of Dirge. Send him a message that we're here, and that he's not the big King Of The Hill he thinks he is.

Dominion: I like it. I'm ready. But I've got to go find Kit and iron out some small print in my contract. I'll be back before that.

Trent: Works for me. I can't wait to see that big oaf lying on the mat, bloodied and broken.
Dominion smiles evily and leaves the room. Trent leans back and relaxes.

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Ironman Championship (Tuxedo Match) RENTON CROSS VS. JEFFERY MANSON (C)

Levitan: The following contest is a Tuxedo Match for the RAWF Ironman Championship!!! Introducing first, the challenger...

"What The Hell Have I" by Alice In Chains plays.

Levitan: From Salem, Massachusetts ..... weighing 220 pounds ..... this is RENTON CROSS!!

Renton steps out from the set, dressed in a nice black tuxedo. He looks at it in a bit of disgust, but walks to the ring and climbs in. He makes a show of brushing it off as he waits for the champion to be announced.

Levitan: And his opponent .... from Truth Or Consequences, New Mexico .... weighing 237 pounds .... he is the RAWF Ironman Champion .... he is "MAD MAN" JEFFERY MANSON!!!

"Down With The Sickness" plays. Manson saunters out from backstage wearing a slightly dusty bright orange tux with long coatails. His bowtie is sitting at the side of his neck and his cumberbund is up around his chest instead of his waist. He carries the Ironman Championship in one hand. And in the other, a corsage tied around the handle, is Mommy.

Doc: It looks like prom night at the Funny Farm!! What a getup!!

Brad: And once again he is bringing that weapon .... that sledgehammer with him.

Doc: Aw come on Brad ... I bet you brought YOUR Mommy to YOUR prom in high school. Heheheheh.

Manson sets Mommy on the apron then rolls into the ring. Renton immediately runs up and starts kicking him. He pulls him up and hits him a couple of times before nailing him with a jumping calf kick that sends Manson falling to the mat clutching his leg. Renton rips Manson's cumberbund off and starts choking him with it! Manson clutches at the cumberbund, struggling to get air, flailing his legs. Renton tugs upward on the cumberbund, pulling Manson off the mat, then drops him hard on his rump with a thud. He tosses the cumberbund away and drives an elbow into Manson's shoulder. He pulls him to his feet and tries picking him up for a slam, but Manson shifts his weight and Renton falls back with Manson on top of him. Manson grabs the opportunity to start ramming the back of Renton's head against the canvas repeatedly. Manson gets up, runs the ropes and hits kneedrop to Renton's chest. He reaches down and rips the bowtie from around Cross' neck. He tosses it away and tries to grab Renton's shirt to rip it off as well, but Renton kicks him off and gets to his feet. Manson goes to punch him, but he blocks it and chops Manson across the chest. It doesnt seem to faze the maniac, who fires back with a chop of his own. Renton staggers a bit and Manson wallops him with a headbutt that sends him reeling over to the ropes. Manson comes up and grabs Renton by the hair and scrubs the top rope with his face. Renton goes to one knee, clutching his eyes. Manson hits him in the back of the head with a double axehandle, then drapes him over the second rope. Manson runs and bounces off the opposite ropes charges Renton, who rolls out of the way. Manson leaps at where Cross was just a few seconds earlier and crotches himself on the ropes.

Doc: Oooooooooh, that's a bad place to hurt yourself ... especially on prom night.

Brad: You've got to love this Ironman concept! Where else can you see a Tuxedo Match for gold?

Doc: The Oscars?

Renton untangles Manson from the ropes, letting him slump to the canvas, then he quickly climbs the turnbuckle and hits the maniac with a moonsault!! He reaches down and grabs a sleeve from Manson's tux jacket and starts tugging. Manson tries to fight it, but the moonsault took most of his wind. The jacket rips at the shoulder and the sleeve comes free. Renton drops it and starts stomping on Manson, trying to take more fight out of him. Manson reaches up and deals him a low blow out of desperation. Renton doubles over, clutching himself. Manson staggers to his feet and levels Renton with a clothesline. He plants an elbow drop to Renton's chest, then starts biting him on the forehead. Renton flails wildly about, trying to remove Manson's teeth from his skull. Manson lets up on the bite, then reaches for Renton's shirt and rips it down the front. He tries to grab Renton's jacket collar as well, but Renton punches him in the kisser then scrambles away to the corner and pulls himself up on the ropes. Manson charges, but is met by a boot to the face that sends him freefalling to the canvas. Renton climbs to the top turnbuckle and hits a frogsplash! He pulls the semi-conscious maniac to his feet and tears the remaining jacket off of him and wraps it around his throat.

Brad: Anything goes in a tuxedo match. No disqualifications or countouts. So choking with the jacket is a great strategy.

Doc: So is using a sledgehammer I might add. So I don't want to hear you whining about it when he uses it.

Brad: But a sledgehammer blow could KILL someone ... as opposed to choking someone with a jacket!

Doc: Hey, we don't know where that jacket has been!!! For all we know, Manson has been wearing it out to Toronto nightclubs, and we all know how nasty THEY are.

Brad: Somebody check this man's passport ...please.

Renton continues to try to choke Manson out. With a burst of adrenaline, Manson backs up and rams Renton into the corner. Renton stubbornly hangs on though, so Manson does it again. This time Renton lets go and Manson stumbles away. Renton takes a moment to catch his wind, then charges. He tries a clothesline from behind, but Manson ducks under it. Renton's momentum carries him in front of Manson, who grabs him around the waist and german suplexes him. Looking around, Manson decides its time to get Mommy involved. He rolls out of the ring and grabs his trusty sledge, then rolls back in. Renton slowly gets to his feet as Manson sizes him up for a swing. The Ironman Champion steps up and starts to swing the hammer, but Renton blocks it, grabbing the handle with both hands. Manson kicks Renton in the midsection, trying to get him to let go, but Renton holds on for dear life and returns the kick. Manson also refuses to let go. They play this weird test of strength for a few moments ... but then, ironically, they both let go at the same time. Mommy seems to hang in the air for a split second before descending and hitting the canvas. Manson tries to pick it up, but Renton grabs him by the arm and whips him into the ropes. He propels himself off the opposite side and the two collide simultaneously with clotheslines on each other!! They both lie prone on the mat and the ref starts to count.

Brad: You've just got to believe whoever gets up and grabs that sledgehammer first will probably end up the victor.

Doc: This is better than any Tuxedo Match I've ever seen!!

The refs count gets to eight before Renton finally gets up. Manson starts to stir as Renton shakes his head, then picks up the sledge. He raises it high over his head and brings it crashing down. Manson rolls out of the way, but the sledge catches his shirt tail as he does so. His shirt rips as he stands up, leaving only a sleeve left on his upper body. Before Renton can act again with Mommy, Manson hits him with several punches to the face. The Ironman Champion then gives Renton a couple of brain rattling headbutts, then rips the jacket AND what remains of his shirt off of him with one tremendous pull. Now both men have only pants left. Manson tries to use the jacket to choke Renton, but Cross grabs his ears and executes a stunner that sends the champ bouncing to the canvas. Renton then grabs him and applies a dragon sleeper! Manson starts to fade out, but with his free hand he reaches out for the sledgehammer that Renton dropped, and grabs it just under the head. Desperately, he wildly swings it up and hits Renton right between the eyes! Cross' eyes cross and he falls back, releasing the hold. Manson groggily gets to his feet. He drops Mommy and pulls Renton to his feet and executes The Fear Effect! Then with a viscious grin, he grabs the waistline of Renton's trousers and pulls for all he's worth. After a few hard tugs, he manages to rip them off, leaving Renton lying on the mat, semi-conscious, wearing only dress shoes and Speedo trunks. The ref raises Manson's hand in victory.

Brad: Well, credit Mommy with another assist. You've got to wonder how he would get along without that illegal weapon.

Doc: It was NOT illegal you boob! Anything goes in a tuxedo match! Read your stupid rulebook! He's still the champ, and he won fair and square!

Winner: JEFFERY MANSON

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The show cuts to another taped piece of footage. The footage is of the same mysterious man from last week comes on the screen. His voice is again disguised by modern technology.

???: Greed, anger and selfishness. This is why many a man does not like me. But the main human emotion that sees such hostilites directed at me is jealousy. People are simply jealous of me. They are jealous of the fact that I am superior to them in every aspect of life, and feel threatened that soon I will push them one rung down the ladder they worked so hard to climb, only to see me walk into the RAWF and leapfrog everyone up to the highest rung! This is not just my ego talking. No this is me telling you all the cold, harsh truth! I could come on here and say I respect the RAWF and all the guys on the roster, and can't wait to compete with the greatest athletes the world has to offer... But that would be a blatent lie. I don't respect anyone on the RAWF, because from what I have seen there is nothing to respect.

The mysterious man laughs.

???: You guys may think you are top notch, world class and main event status, but believe me you are not. In the small pond of the RAWF you may indeed be top notch and even main event status, but when I step into the RAWF, the RAWF will no longer be a small pond. All the RAWF needs is to see my face on their program and it will shoot them into the big leagues. And guess what guys? That means you are all going to be thrown into the deep end. You are all gonna be small fish in the ocean, and I am the blood thirsty shark ready to devoure you all. It's a fact of life. The better hunters are at the top of the food chain. I am the best hunter, and every single one on the RAWF roster has become my prey! Playtime is over boys... And the pain is soon to begin!

The screen then slowly fades to black with the evil laugh of the mysterious man ringing in the ears of the live audience.

Doc: Any idea who this guy is?

Brad: None whatsoever.

Doc: Well I like him already. Sounds like a guy who is going to make some noise here in RAWF! What do you think?

Brad: Uh .... nice laugh ... I guess.

Doc: You are just bursting with insight tonight! Sheesh.

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AARON JUSTICE VS. SCOTT BRIGGS

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

"My Way" by Limp Biskit cues up on the sound system.

Levitan: From Charlotte, NC .... weighing 275 pounds .... this is AARON JUSTICE!

Aaron walks out from the backstage area, sneering at the crowd. He walks down the ramp slowly, surveying the crowd. He gets in the ring and poses a couple of times before bouncing off the ropes and tugging on them.

Levitan: And his opponent ....

"Cochise" by Audioslave rocks the Air Canada Center. The crowd gets to their feet in excited anticipation.

Levitan: From Baltimore, Maryland .... weighing 230 pounds .... this is SCOTT BRIGGS!!!

Pyros go off as the youngster makes his way out to the ramp. He smiles and slaps hands on his way down to the ring. He climbs into the ring and tugs ont eh ropes as well, glancing at Justice with a determined look.

Brad: This should be a very interesting match up Doc. Two men brand new to us here in RAWF. But both have exciting resumes.

Doc: I hope Scott has a backup resume. Justice is one strong individual that can break you in half if he feels like it.

The two men engage a collar an elbow tie up and fight for position. Justice shows his power by shoving Scott to the mat. He taunts him with a sneering pose, flexing his biceps. Scott gets up and they lock up again. The same result occurs and Justice laughs and pretends to flick sweat off his chest at Briggs. Scott gets up and it looks like they will lock up one more, but Scott feigns it and ducks underneath. Justice grabs empty air and turns around ... right into a spinning side kick by Briggs! Justice hits the mat and Briggs mocks him with a pose of his own. Incensed, Justice gets to his feet and charges only to be arm dragged back to the mat. Again, Justice gets up ... but gets taken down by another arm drag. Undaunted, Justice rises once more but this time is leveled by a dropkick. Finally, a cooler head prevails and Justice rolls over to the corner and sits up, grabbing a rope. The ref holds Scott back as Justice contemplates his next move. He gets up and walks over to Briggs and slaps him hard across the face. Stunned, Briggs pauses, then returns the slap. Suddenly the two are trading punches fast and furiously. Justice gets the advantage with several shots in a row that stagger Briggs. Justice grabs him and whips him to the ropes, powerslamming him on the return! Justice stands up over Briggs and bellows at no one in particular. Briggs has the sense of mind to reach up and grab some trunks ... rolling Aaron up for a weak pin attempt that Justice kicks out of easily. Both men get up, but Briggs grabs Justice by the neck and rolls him into a small package for another quick pin attempt that Justice kicks out of again before the two count. Again, both men get up, but Briggs quickly tries a backslide pin attempt ... that once more yields only a one count.

Brad: Hand it to Briggs, he knows he's got to think and react fast and try to avoid any power moves by Justice. If he can tire the powerhouse out, he stand an excellent chance to win this match.

Doc: Hey, Justice is a good friend of Dirge. And to actually BE a friend to Dirge, you can't be some jobber from Nowheresville. Justice knows what he's doing in there. He's waiting for the right moment.

Brad: Dirge actually has friends ... that is just very hard to believe, with all the enemies the man has.

They both get up again, but this time Justice is ready. He grabs Briggs around the wait and heaves, executing an overhead suplex. He picks him up and whips him into the corner, follows him in, and hits him with a ring shaking corner clothesline. He whips him into the opposite corner and tries the same thing, but Briggs deftly climbs to the second turnbuckle, spins around and leaps over Justice for a monkey flip. Justice tries to keep his balance, but can't ... falling back into the pin attempt. 1....2.... Justice powers out. Once both men gain their footing, Justice levels him with another clothesline. He picks Briggs up, punches him a couple of times, then whips him into the ropes ...side suplexing him on the rebound. He tries a cover, hooking the leg. Briggs kicks out at two. Justice picks him up and executes a powerbomb!! Another cover and another two count. Justice tries a piledriver, but Briggs reverses it into a backdrop! Briggs catches his wind for a second as Justice climbs to his feet. Briggs hits him with three nasty shots to the face, then repels off the ropes and tries a kick. Justice blocks it, grabbing the foot .... so Briggs nails him with a spinning savate kick, sending him sprawling.

Brad: This is one hell of a match! The pace hasn't slowed down since the opening bell. These two are putting on quite a show.

Doc: Too bad this is being wasted on Canadians ... their idea of a good show involves a zamboni and some ice.

Brad: It's nice to know that your ignorance is international Doc.

Scott grabs Aaron's ankles and looks to the fans for encouragement. They give it, so he stomps Justice right in the groin. He picks him up and delivers an overhead suplex of his own. He tries another cover, but gets only a two count. Briggs gets up and repels off the ropes as Aaron gets up .... just in time to catch Scott in a spinebuster! Justice tries a cover ...1 ...2 ... Briggs kicks out. Justice pulls him to his feet and hammers him with a few punches, then executes a tombstone piledriver. Another cover ...1...2... Briggs again kicks out. Frustrated, Justice again hauls Scott to his feet and whips him into the corner. He charges after him, but Briggs has the presence of mind to stumble out of the way. Aaron hits the turnbuckle face first. He staggers back a couple of steps giving Briggs room to clothesline him. The momentum carries Briggs to his knees while Justice lies prone on the mat. Scott rests for a second before getting up and pulling Justice to his feet. He whips him into the ropes and delivers a spinning side kick to the jaw. Aaron slumps back to the mat. Scott covers 1... 2... Aaron kicks out. Both men get up.

Brad: What a debut for both these guys!! My compliments to the talent scouts who suggested these two!!

Doc: Yeah, too bad The Raptors don't have scouts like them, maybe they would actually have somebody other than Vince Carter.

Brad: I'm suprised you know anything about NBA basketball Doc!

Doc: Hey, I have lunch with Bill Walton all of the time!

Brad: Yes folks, we are to the name dropping part of Doc's routine. Stay tuned for silly pet tricks next.

Briggs and Justice stand toe to toe trading punches in the middle of the ring. Justice overpowers Briggs and backs him into the ropes. He goes to Irish whip him but Briggs stumbles and turns around. He goes to execute a huracarana on the big man, but Justice blocks the manuever, leaving Briggs upside down with his legs on Justice�s shoulders. Justice lifts him up and looks to deliver a powerbomb, but Briggs starts nailing him with several punches to the head. Justice falls back against the ropes but manages to hold on to the youngster, but in doing so loses his balance slightly, allowing Briggs to deliver the huracarana he tried earlier. Signaling to the crowd, Briggs tries to follow it up with a vicious savate kick, but his attempt gets blocked easily. Justice grabs Briggs by the throat and lifts him up for a chokeslam. At the last moment, though, Briggs reaches out and holds on to Aaron's arm, blocking the move. Justice tries the same again, but Briggs then resorts to delivering a swift kick to the place it hurts the most, the result being that Justice releases his grip around Briggs throat immediately and doubles over in pain. Briggs tries to suplex Justice but the big man shifts his weight and slips easily over his back. They end up with Justice holding Briggs in the perfect position for an inverted DDT, but before Justice can execute it, Briggs� swiftness of thought gives him the opportunity to snap Justice to the canvas with The Attitude Adjuster! He covers! Ref counts 1 ... 2 ...Justice gets a foot draped on the bottom rope! The ref sees it just before he slaps the mat a third time. Briggs gets up, arms raised in what he thinks is a victory, but the ref waves it off and explains to him it was a two count. As Briggs talks with the ref, Justice gets up. Briggs turns around and his hauled off his feet and buried to the mat with a Legacy! A cover and a hook of the leg. Ref counts 1 ... 2 ... 3!

Brad: What a match! Both men deserve kudos for a tremendous effort here tonight!

Doc: I must admit, it was exciting. But Briggs couldn't seal the deal. Aaron Justice is the victor!

Winner by pinfall: AARON JUSTICE

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We see Korben sitting in his Locker Room. He's getting dressed in his wrestling gear and preparing for his match when suddenly his cell phone rings.

Korben: Hello.

Girl on other line: Hey Matt.

Korben stands there with an odd look on his face.

Korben: Who is this?

Girl: It's me, Sasha.

Korben's jaw drops as his face looks saddened.

Korben: Ok.

Sasha: Listen Matt, I really need to see you. I need to talk to you. Do you think we can meet sometime as soon as possible?

Korben: I... I don't know Sasha. I mean, I've got a lot of mixed feelings running through my head right now. I mean, you just left me and divorced me out of the blue. I haven't seen you or heard from you since you left.

Sasha: I know baby, and I'm really sorry. That's why I wanna see you. I want to make things right. I promise.

Korben: Listen, I've got a match now. Leave me a message on the machine at home.

Sasha: Ok. Good luck Matt. Please return my call.

Korben: We'll see.

Korben hangs up the phone and sits there looking down at the ground with the saddest eyes. He gets up and puts on an elbow brace on.

Korben: Why'd she have to call before my match?

Korben gets up and and heads to the ring.

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Six Man Tag Team Match DANNY SZATKOWSKI, MATT KORBEN & MATT HIGGERSON VS. THE INEVITABLES & ORIAN WILLIAMS

Levitan: The following contest is a six man tag team match scheduled for one fall ... Introducing Team Number One ... ORIAN WILLIAMS AND THE INEVITABLES!!

The fans boo as the trio make their way to the ring to "Mr. Scary" by Dokken.

Levitan: And their opponents .... the team of MATT HIGGERSON .... DANNY SZATKOWSKI ... and the RAWF Television Champion ...MATT KORBEN

The crowd goes ballistic as three of their favorites walk to the ring together as "Sandstorm" by Darude plays.

Brad: I don't envy the ref on this one...six men, two of which like to play "hot potato," with championship gold.

Doc: Then you have some wild cards...like Szatkowski and the Inevitables. Szatkowski, who has been a tag champ, and the Inevitables, who want to be tag champs.

Brad: Don't forget Higgerson, we don't know what he can do in a setting like this...

The competitors line up on their respective sides. Orian starts out for his team, Korben starts out for his. The bell rings, Korben charges, and Orian tags out to Death, leaping over the top rope to get away from the Big Korboski. Death comes in, but at a disadvantage...Korben attacks as Death is halfway through the ropes trying to get in. Hitting his opponent, Matt tries to drag him to the center of the ring, but Taxes helps out his partner by slugging Korben. This gives Death the opportunity he needed. He clotheslines Korben to the mat, which is followed by a standing dropkick. He goes for the cover...1-kickout! Korben whips around and applies a Greco-Roman Arm Lock. One eye gouge later, and Death goes over to his corner, where Orian drops off of the apron, away from the tag. Korben decided to get a fresh man in the ring for his team, so he tags Higgerson. Death has no choice but to tag his partner, and Taxes comes in only to be met with a dropkick. Taxes, not effected much, bullies into him and bodyslams "Matt Daddy." Death runs after Orian, with whom he has no patience. Orian makes it over to the other side of the ring, but is nailed by a missile dropkick, courtesy of Danny Szatkowski, who saw the coward coming. Death, amply satisfied, goes back to his corner and leaves Orian to the wolves. Taxes grabs Higgerson by the hair and picks him up. Matt was prepared for this and comes back swinging. As the two legal men exchange blows, Korben and Szatkowski work over Orian outside. Szatkowski throws him into a post, Korben superkicks him for good measure. Williams hits the floor, bloodied. Danny and Korben stomp him a few times for good measure. "The Man" latches on an Ankle Lock, and Willy screams in pain. Passing out due to a very low threshold for pain, Orian Williams lays there in a pool of his own blood.

Doc: Orian looks done for the night. He is a bigger waste than High Roller. At least Roller can be entertaining...

Brad: Looks like we have a handicap match. Is the result of this match ...inevitable?

Doc: That was bad...even for your standards.

Higgerson whips Taxes into a corner and follows in with a clothesline. Matt Daddy hops onto the second rope and starts punching his opponent. The crowd counts along...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10! Higgerson gets off the second rope and lets Taxes fall. Unbeknownst to Matt Daddy, Death storms the ring and sprints toward him. Death clotheslines him from behind. Danny gets into the ring and hits Death with a spinning heel kick. The ref starts screaming and separates Szatkowski and Death. Korben has kept an eye on Orian the whole time, being very wary of him. Once the shouting dies down, Death and Danny get to their respective corners, and Taxes and Higgerson are back in the middle of the ring. They lock up, and Taxes whips Higgerson into the ropes. Matt Daddy bounces off and leaps up into the air high cross body style. Taxes catches him, takes two steps forward and performs a fallaway slam. Higgerson lands hard, and Taxes drags him to the corner and tags Death. Death snap suplexes Matt Daddy and Death goes for the cover...1-2-kickout. Korben gets in the ring and shouts at Taxes, calling him a few choice words. The Krippler then gets out. Taxes, taking umbrage at the baiting, gets in the ring to go talk to him about it...the ref stops him and walks him back to his corner. As he does that, Danny and Korben attack Death. After a few punches, Szatkowski drags Higgerson to their corner and Korben locks up with Death to make sure that he can't stop them. Taxes screams at the top of his lungs, yelling at the ref to LOOK! He finally gets out of the ring and the ref turns his attention to Korben, who is trading blows with Death. Korben leaves, and Death tries to pull Matt Daddy into the middle of the ring, but Higgerson tags Danny. Szatkowski vaults over the top rope and dropkicks Death. Taxes comes in and HE gets dropkicked. Death gets to his feet and gets hiptossed. Same for Taxes. Both men roll out of the ring and the crowd gets on their feet for the Teenage Sensation!

Brad: Danny is taking charge in there. This doesn't look good for the Inevitables.

Doc: What do you mean? It hasn't looked good for them since it was announced who their partner would be for this event!

Both Inevitables charge back into then ring and Death locks up with Danny. Taxes runs interference and charges into Higgerson and Korben who have come into the ring. The ref attempts to separate them and Death uses his superior strength to throw Danny into a corner, where he starts throwing punches at a fast pace. Danny takes some shots, and dodges some others. He grabs Death and hits a jawbreaker. Before going to make a tag, Szatkowski notices that Taxes has gotten back on the apron. The Sensation dropkicks Taxes off of the apron and tags Korben, who bursts on the scene with a punch, headbutt, clothesline, and leg drop on Death. Grabbing Death's leg, he starts to cinch in the Krippler, but Death gets to the ropes. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Orian begins to stir...until Higgerson grabs him and gives him the Matt Daddy Drop jack-knife powerbomb on the floor. Willy goes back to sleep. Taxes is slow to get back to the apron, and Death is slow to get up in the ring.

Doc: Death needs to make a tag desperately. He has been in there awhile, although Taxes doesn't look much better.

Brad: Both men are tired...they have taken on three men, and have done it well, but they are wearing out.

Korben grabs Death and powerbombs him. Positioning Death for a frog splash, Korben mounts the top turnbuckle, and looks out at all the fans, soaking in the adoration. His demeanor changes when he spots a tall, slender, blonde-haired girl in the crowd. Looking upset, he halfheartedly leaps for the splash, and misses. Death tags Taxes quickly and Taxes comes in kicking Korben and putting the boots to him. Grabbing him...Taxes hoists him up and performs a "between the legs bodyslam piledriver." He makes the cover...1-2-Higgerson with the save! Matt Daddy gets out of the ring at the request of the ref. Taxes picks up Korben again and drops him with a sit-down powerbomb. The ref makes the cover...1-2-Danny with the save! Getting frustrated, Taxes grabs Korben and drags him to his corner. Tagging Death, the two of them hit a double vertical suplex, but Danny and Higgerson hit the ring and throw the Inevitables outside. As the ref threatens a disqualification, the two partners drag Korben back to their corner. "The Man" has a bewildered look on his face, and he continues to look in the direction of the woman in the crowd. Tagging Danny, Korben gets on the apron and just stares blankly. Higgerson drops down and takes a few shots at Orian, throwing him in the ring. The Inevitables have a conference at ringside...and start leaving through the crowd.

Brad: Where do they think they are going?

Doc: I think they got tired of the handicap rules...time to call it a day. I don't disagree with this...you know, this isn't a tag team title match, why should they keep taking abuse...take the walk, guys!

Brad: Wouldn't that be "cowardly" of them? Just like what you were calling Justin?

Doc: In this case, its called smarts...

The ref sees the Inevitables leave. Instead of starting a count, he notices that there are two scheduled competitors in the ring...Orian and Danny. He calls for the match to conitnue. Orian gets weakly to his feet after all of the pummeling he went through. Danny wastes no time and hits the The Exclamation Mark superkick finisher. Orian goes down and out. Not covering, Danny positions him in the corner and nails a split-legged moonsault for good measure. The ref makes the count...1-2-3! Afterwards, Matt Daddy gets back in and hits one more Matt Daddy Drop on Orian, and the winning team leaves, with Korben still looking into the crowd. Shortly thereafter, the Inevitables make their way back through the crowd and into the ring. Taxes superplexes Orian off the top rope, and Death comes down with a Sickle of Fate leg drop. Their damage done, they head up the ramp, passing medical personel who have rushed down to help the fallen wrestler.

Brad: You mentioned this before, but it needs to be repeated...High Roller is not the biggest loser in the RAWF, we are looking at the REAL loser right now...the coward got what he deserved...and I don't say something like that very often!

Doc: I don't think we'll see Orian on RAWF television or PPV again...this was just horrible!

Winners by pinfall: DANNY SZATKOWSKI, MATT KORBEN, MATT DADDY HIGGERSON

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As Orian is being taken out on a stretcher toward the ambulance, Aaron Justice comes running up. He pulls out a little pink piece of paper.

Aaron: Here punk, the boss lady said to give this to you. Heheh. She also said "Get Well Soon".

Aaron tosses the paper onto Orians chest. As he is hauled away, we get a close up of what it says. .... "YOUR FIRED! Love Kit."

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United States Championship (Last Man Standing Match) JUSTIN FANTASTIC (C) VS. RYNE BLOOD

Levitan: This contest is a Last Man Standing Match for the United States Championship! Introducing the challenger....accompianied by Alyssa Moore....from parts unknown ..... weighing 275 pounds ... this is RYNE BLOOD!!

"South Of Heaven" by Slayer plays and the fans give him hell. Smiling cruelly, Ryne tells a few fans what they vcan do to their mommas, and well...what HE has done to their mommas. Pointing to his waist then flipping them off, he whips the crowd into a lather, as he lets them all know what he thinks about them and their heritage.

Levitan: And his opponent .....

"Sympathy For the Devil" by The Rolling Stones plays to the crowds delight!

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

The fans get to their feet and clap like crazy. Justin panders to them, taking off his belt and holding it high. He takes time to sign an autograph for a fan who had a posterboard and marker all ready. Taking his time, he makes Ryne wait as he soaks in the moment, and then gets set to defend the coveted strap.

Doc: I am very interested in this match! A Last Man Standing match is no picnic. To all of you "normal" people out there, whoever beats their opponent down well enough where they can't get up by a ten count wins the match. Its brutal, and you got to like it!

Brad: The thing I hate about these matches...somewhere along the way, scientifics go out the window...it always gets reduced to a street fight!

Doc: You say that as if its a bad thing...here we go!

The bell rings and the crowd is hot...chants of "Jus-tin! Jus-tin!" fill the air. Ryne charges Justin, but Fantastic ducks out of the way, easily. Blood charges again, and Justin moves with lightning quickness. The challenger charges one more time, and the champ leapfrogs him, runs the ropes and comes back with a dropkick. Getting right back up, Ryne catches Justin's foot as he prepared to kick Blood in the gut to set up a "fame asser." The United States champion hops on one foot, then hits an inseguri, knocking The Ruthless One to the floor. Cat-quick, Fantastic gets back to his feet, and as his challenger starts to get up, Justin "kicks a field goal," and plants a boot right in his gut. Ryne ignores the pain and stands up anyway, where he is then treated to a spinning heel kick, followed by a thrust kick, and a crescent kick that sends him into the corner, where he falls down. Keeping the pressure on, the champ runs into the corner and applies the bronco buster, and the crowd erupts with delight!

Brad: The champ did his homework...he's not letting the stronger challenger get to him...stick and move, use the feet, use his quickness, keep him off-balance...very, very smart!

Doc: Very, very cowardly...why doesn't Hogarth lock-up? He should face him like a man!

Brad: That doesn't make any...look...he's doing everything he needs to do to when, and I applaud him for it.

Ryne throws Justin back and off of him. Shrugging off the damage, Ryne charges again, but ducks when the champ tries to kick. Locking up with Fantastic, Ryne is surprised when Justin squirms from his grasp and hits a standing dropkick. Staggering back, Justin tries a superkick, but Blood was ready for it, as he ducks, grabs ahold of the champ, and gives him a belly to belly suplex for his trouble. When Justin gets up, he is nailed by a blizzard suplex. Grabbing the champion again, "Ruthless" whips Justin into the ropes, and when he returns, applies a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to him. The crowd boos mercilessly as the United States Champion writhes in agony. Picking him up again, Ryne hits a twisting power slam, and the whole ring shudders. Stomping Fantastic a few times for good measure, the challenger leans back on the ropes and listens to the ref count...1-2-3-4-5-6-7---Justin starts to get up, but Blood kicks him down again, stomps some more, then listens to another count...1-2-3-4-5---Justin starts to get up, Ryne goes to kick him, and Fantastic latches onto his leg, tripping him down. Justin spins around and puts his heel to Ryne's groin. Getting up, he comes right back down with a corkscrew leg drop. Flipping back up, Fantastic mounts the top rope and hits an Orihara Moonsault. He rolls off of his challenger, and listens for the count...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8---Ryne gets to his feet, so does Justin, Blood comes after him and gets put down with a Japanese Arm drag. Getting frustrated, Blood punches Justin in the mouth. The taste of his own blood got Fantastic so mad that he charges into the Ruthless one, burying his shoulder into his opponent's abdomen. Not even flinching, Blood, grabs ahold of Justin's waist, picks him up, and powerbombs him. Not letting Justin get a chance to catch his breath or his wits...Ryne picks him up and applies a belly to back chicken wing suplex. The ref makes the count...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-Justin rolls out of the ring, stands up and takes a breather.

Doc: Looks like the challenger is prepared, too. The champ takes a powder, which may be smart, but not too courageous!

Brad: You never say that when people you like do the same thing...

Doc: "You never say that when people you like do the same thing." Please. Is that all you got?

Brad: That's what I said when I found out you were going to be my partner again...Is this all I get?

Blood goes after Justin, who runs around the ring. Giving chase, Ryne starts falling behind. Fantastic slides into the ring, as Ryne starts to get in, Justin tries a sliding kick, which Blood expected. Dodging, he grabs Justin and pulls him out. Pressing him, he drops the champ on the security rail. Half in the crowd, and half out, Fantastic groans in pain while the challenger gets a chair. One good shot later, and the champ is over the rail onto a few laps. The well-wishers prop him and try to get him going, but all they do is put his head right in the line of fire. Another good shot later, and Justin slumps on the rail again. Some fans try to swing at the challenger, but security gets right on it and they are ejected from the arena. Ryne latches onto Justin and pulls him out of the crowd. Throwing him into the ring, he climbs the steps as the ref counts...1-2-3-4-5-(Justin reaches out for the ropes)6-7-8 (Justin grabs ahold of the second rope and starts to get up)9-1---Justin pulls himself all the way up. Blood is all over him, throwing rights and lefts, to his credit, Justin gets a good defensive posture going, and many of the blows are absorbed by his arms. Ducking and running, Fantastic gets away from the ropes and Blood's grasp. As Ryne attempts to get him, the champ hits a drop toe hold, which is turned into a leg stretch submission. Sucking it up, the challenger doesn't yell out in pain, but he is in agony. Meanwhile, the cameraman starts to listen to directions from his ear-piece, and focuses on a lady in the crowd, second row to be exact. She is a petite blond, wearing tight jeans and a Justin Fantastic shirt...

Doc: Doesn't that fool Hogarth know that submissions don't count in this match? And...what is with the crowd shot in the middle of a match? You aren't the only one who needs fired around here...

Brad: "That fool?" Way to call an unbiased match...Wait a minute! I know who that lady is...don't you remember...It's...uhhh...what's her name... April! She stalked Fantastic when he went by the moniker "Kid." You know...she was the one that Kid...Justin needed protection from, and he formed The Music Industry with Darrell Music so he would have the big guy around to protect him...

Doc: He would need protection from a woman.

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

Doc: I call it the way I see it!

Blood reaches the ropes, and the ref calls for a break. Justin keeps it on. The ref calls the break, Justin reminds him that the only way to lose is to be counted out, so the ref quiets down. Blood does not quiet down and he thrashes around to where he falls out of the ring and out of Justin's grasp. Justin climbs up to the top turnbuckle, and performs a corkscrew moonsault that knocks Ryne down hard. The ref starts to make the count as Justin walks over to the front of the ring. 1-2-3 (Justin looks under the ring and starts to pull something out) 4-5-6 (Before anyone gets any ideas, Justin pulls out a table from under the ring) 7-8-Ryne stands up, but he props himself on the ring apron (Justin sets up the table in front of the ring). Some of the fans realize that someone is coming out from the back area, so half of the crowd keeps an eye on the combatants, half eyeballs the ramp.

Brad: What does SHE think she's doing here? Does anybody stand watch back there? Alyssa Moore comes down here whenever it suits her...

Doc: If you think its so important, why don't you switch jobs? As for what she thinks she's doing here? She probably thinks she can do anything she wants, just like Ryne Blood!

Brad: Well, he can't and neither can she...Shouldn't she have some kind of credentials to be at ringside?

Doc: From where I'm sitting, she has plenty of...credentials.

Justin keeps an eye on Alyssa, but by this time, Ryne has recovered and made his way toward the champ's position. Attacking before his opponent could react, Blood clotheslines him down. He sees the table...and gets an idea. Looking under the ring, he finds another table and pulls it out. Meanwhile, Alyssa gets a chair and rings Justin's bell as he attempts to get up. Ryne sets the second table on top of the first, then gets some of the chairs at ringside and lay them down on the top table. Looking underneath the ring, Ryne grunts in frustration, says something to Alyssa, then runs up the ramp to the backstage area. The crowd doesn't understand what's going on...the announcers wonder what he is up to...the ref starts a count, but stops when he realizes he stopped a count he was making on the champ. Moore puts Justin down again, but the champ is still conscious, considering there wasn't a whole lot of strength behind the chair shots. The cameraman again switches to April, who has started crying about the fate of the United States Champion. After one more chair shot, April jumps over the guard rail and makes a beeline for Alyssa. Security start to detain her when they get a message over their "earpieces" to leave her alone. As Moore starts to swing again, she is rudely interrupted as April pulls her hair and drags her back. The crowd goes absolutely wild, cheering like crazy. It is short-lived as Ryne comes back into view, with a ladder in hand. April becomes distracted, and Alyssa charges her, grabbing April's hair and giving her a "bitch-slap" knocking her down. Soon both women start to employ nails, hair-pulls, slaps, and tackles as they roll around outside the ring. Many of the men in the audience forget about a title fight...Ryne see that Justin has gotten back to his feet on time again (although the ref started to enjoy the women's brawl and hadn't counted Justin for awhile) so he charges the champ and drives the front of the ladder like a battering ram into Justin's stomach.

Doc: We have another person joining the party...look!

Brad: What the hell? That's Karl Kintel! Sit down, Karl! Not you, too...

Karl overpowers the lone security guy still paying attention to the crowd. As Ryne throws Justin back into the ring, Karl ambushes Blood. First, he low-blows the challenger, and when he drops the ladder, grabs him around the waist and hits a belly to back suplex. Blood hits like a ton of bricks. Alyssa comes over, as she had gotten the best of April, and claws Karl's back. With a quick backhand, he sends Moore to the floor. Admiring his work, he looks at Alyssa and Ryne on the ground in pain. Security jumps Karl, handcuff him, and give him to the local authorities backstage. The ref, who had all but given up during this disaster of a match, notices that both men are down, so he starts a count...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8----both men get to their feet, while Alyssa and April stay down. Ryne throws the ladder into the ring, but Fantastic easily dodges the crude, bulky, missile. Blood slides under the ropes and is met by a spinning heel kick once he stands up. Not falling. Justin whips him into the ropes. Once Blood comes back, the champ hits a frankensteiner. Exhausted, Justin tries to cover him for the three count, then quickly realizes his mistake. Getting him to his knees, Justin hits a brain buster. Flat on his back, and seemingly out...Fantastic slowly crawls up the turnbuckle...the ref starts a count on Blood, but sees that another move is coming and stops it. With his arms in the air, he plays the crowd then tries a senton bomb, but Ryne somehow moves out of the way. Both men are down on the mat.

Doc: That hard head of Blood's saved him that time.

Brad: It may have only saved him for ten seconds.

1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Ryne stands up, drags Justin up, and body slams him. Setting the ladder up on the side with the tables, Blood gets a wicked grin on his face. April gets to her feet, and tries to get into the ring, but Alyssa stops her. Security finally separate the two women. The challenger picks up Justin again, and slaps on a full nelson. Spinning him around four times, he ends it with a German suplex. Fantastic doesn't move. The ref counts...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9--Ryne stops the count! Doc and Brad are in disbelief along with the fans. Blood puts Justin on his shoulder and climbs the ladder. When he is to the top, he makes a throat-slashing gesture. April starts crying and asks the security detail to stop him. Positioning the champion on his shoulders so that he is staring at Justin's abdomen, Ryne does the unthinkable and "powerbomb style," drops Justin onto the tables. Justin hits the chairs, goes through both tables, and ends up in a broken heap at the bottom. April shrieks, Alyssa rejoices, and Ryne laughs. He turns to the ref and says..."Now you can make the count!" The count is academic...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10! Ryne wastes no time in grabbing his belt and getting out of dodge with Alyssa. Medical personel rush in..and revive him with smelling salts. They try to strap him to a stretcher, but he refuses.

Doc: We have a new champion! Ryne Blood is a wrecking machine!

Brad: What about Justin...he was a terrific champion, and he put on a HELL of a performance...no one has a bigger heart than Justin Fantastic!

The ex-champion rolls into the ring confused for a moment...intent on continuing the match. Figuring out that it was all over...Justin receives a standing ovation for his effort. April gets in the ring and a hush immediately comes over the crowd. Looking confused, Justin sees the tears streaking down her face, and a replay of April pulling Alyssa off of Justin appears on the Radi-tron. Watching this, and seeing the swelling in her face...Justin takes one step toward her, and she takes a step toward him... after a brief pause, they wrap their arms around each other and a long, deep kiss ensues. The crowd totally erupts, chants of "Jus-tin" fill the arena, and the two leave the ring together, while Doc talks about vomiting...

Winner by pinfall THE NEW RAWF U.S. CHAMPION: RYNE BLOOD

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We return back to Trent Bradley's locker room. He is sitting reading Maxim magazine when Dominion opens the door and peeks in.

Dominion: Hey man, Kit wants to see you.

Trent: What the hell for?

Dominion: Something about health insurance.

Trent: Geezus!

Trent tosses his magazine away and gets up. He comes out in the hallway and starts to follow Dominion, when from behind Dirge and Aaron Justice waylay him. They knock him to the floor with several punches, and start stomping on him. Dominion laughs ... and JOINS IN! Dirge picks him up and hold him while both Justice and Dominion take turns punching him in the face. Dirge lets him go and he slumps to the floor.

Dirge: So, you wanted to attack ME, did you my old friend? You should know better than that you piss ant! Your buddy Dominion, at least he has some sense to become part of Evolution.

Aaron kneels down and grabs Trent by the hair and looks him right in the eye.

Aaron: And let me tell you something punk. You want a piece of Dirge? Well, to get to him ... you've got to get through me and Dominion. Which means you never WILL get a shot at Dirge as long as I'M breathing!

Aaron slams Trent's head back to the floor and the three walk off laughing. Blood begins to trickle from Trent's nose as the camera fades out.

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The camera switches to Jessica Beach as she runs to catch up to Korben as he heads towards his Jeep Cherokee.

Jessica: Where are you going?

Korben turns and looks at her as we see he's been crying.

Korben: I just need to get away from here and everything.

Korben turns and walks off.

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World Tag Team Championship CROSS CONNECTION (C) VS. INNOVATIVE LEGENDS

Levitan: The following contest is for the RAWF World Tag Team Championship! Introducing first ... the challengers ...

"Headstrong" by Trapt blasts over the sound system. On the Radi-tron in huge flashing letters the words INNOVATIVE LEGENDS glow brightly.

Levitan: With a combined weight of 517 pounds ..... JOHN PATICK AND JOSH SWANSON .... THE INNOVATIVE LEGENDS!!!!

The crowd gives these two a standing ovation. The arena is deafening as the two legendary athletes walk out of the corridor and stand side by side at the top of the ramp. Pyros go off around the stage as the duo soaks up the accolades and make their way down to the ring. They climb in and each goes to a turnbuckle and poses for the capacity crowd!

Brad: I can't hear anything over this noise in the Air Canada Center!! They are giving these two the respect two Legends deserve!!!

Doc: Do they have barf bags in Canada? Anymore of this crap and I'm going to need one.

Levitan: And their opponents...

"Around The World" by Union Underground starts up and the cheers quickly become jeers.

Levitan: From Dickson Tennessee ... with a combined weight of 485 pounds ... The RAWF World Tag Team Champions .... JANGO AND XAVIER CROSS .... THE CROSS CONNECTION!!

The stage turns a neon teal color thanks to spotlights and laser beams as Jango and Xavier step onto the stage, their Tag Team Championship belts sparkling amid the light show. They stand and pose for a second on the ramp, giving the fans a chance to really give them hell. They climb into the ring and slowly take off their belts and hand them to the referee.

Brad: The history between these four men is a story all its own, but tonight may be the biggest chapter in that tale!

Doc: Patrick and Swanson are better known for their singles careers. The Cross Connection is a better TEAM all around. I say the advantage goes to Jango and Xavier.

Brad: But they know the Crosses so well, and know how they think. You really believe the advantage goes to the champs?

Doc: Their advantage IS that they are the champs!

Xavier starts the match matched up with Swanson. They lock up and Xavier shifts it into a headlock on Josh. Josh lifts him up and gives him a back suplex. Xavier's head bounces off the mat. He rolls over to his corner to regroup. Jango gives him some words of encouragement and he gets up and locks up with Josh again. Josh gets HIM in a headlock this time. Xavier pushes him off into the ropes, Josh ducks a clothesline attempt and repels off the opposite ropes. Xavier recieves a devastating clothesline for his troubles. Swanson picks him up and executes a snap suplex, then tries for a quick cover. Xavier kicks out before even a two count. Josh picks him up and drags him over to his corner and tags Patrick. JP and Swanny whip Xavier backward into their corner, driving his back into the turnbuckles. They do it again, then Swanny goes to the apron. Patrick punches Xavier once, then hits him with an elbow to the top of the head. Like a rag doll, Xavier slumps to the canvas. Patrick drags him up and executes a torture rack slam! He tags Swanson, who climbs the turnbuckles while Patrick again pulls Xavier to his feet and puts an armbar on him. Swanson leaps and connects with a double axehandle to the exposed arm of Xavier. Having had enough of a beating, Xavier clutches his arm and scampers over to his corner before Swanson can stop him. He tags Jango, who cautiously climbs through the ropes. Jango and Swanson circle each other for a second before locking up.

Doc: Xavier was just trying to tire them out so Jango can come in and finish them off.

Brad: They named the Canadian dollar after YOU didn't they?

Doc: Huh?

Brad: Well, you're a loonie!

Swanson powers Jango over to a neutral corner and chops him across the chest three times, each time the sound causes the crowd to "oooo". He whips him to the opposite corner and Jango goes flying upside down and gets his leg tangled in the top rope. Swanson charges and nails a knee to the stomach. Jango collapses to the mat. Swanny picks him up and drags him over to the corner and tags JP who takes Jango and gives him a backbreaker. He tries to apply the Legend Lock, but Jango squirms out of it and grabs the ropes. The referee forces JP back to let Jango up. Impatiently, JP tries to get past the ref at Jango. Jango takes advantage with an eye poke, then a couple of punches. Patrick staggers back and Jango spears him. He picks Patrick up and whips him into his corner, then pokes the referee to get his attention. Xavier starts choking JP with the tag rope while the ref's back is turned. Swanson tries to get into the ring to help his partner, but the ref stops him and forces him back. Meanwhile, The Cross Connection double team Patrick, with Jango taking him by the legs and lifting while Xavier continues to choke him. Just before the ref turns around, Jango lets JP go and tags in Xavier. The two whip JP into the ropes and double clothesline him on the return. Jango runs over and takes a swat at Swanson, who takes exception and again tries to get into the ring. The referee once more stops Swandon from getting there and The Crosses give JP a double backbreaker. Jango finally returns to the apron as Xavier applies a Boston Crab to JP. He holds it on for several long seconds before Swanson quickly climbs in and rams a knee to Xavier's back, breaking the hold. The ref sends Swanny back to his corner. Xavier recovers quickly and starts stomping on JP with a vengeance.

Doc: Swanson only delayed the inevitable!

Brad: Are you referring to Death or to Taxes? Which one?

Doc: Ohhhhh, funny guy!! Can you sing too? Got an act?

Brad: Yeah, I'm a ventriloquist too. Guess who's the dummy?

Xavier tags in Jango who climbs to the top turnbuckle. Xavier grabs JP and gives him a backbreaker, but lets him lay on his knee instead of dropping him to the mat. Jango leaps and hits with an elbow drop to JP's throat! Patrick's body convulses as Xavier lets him drop to the canvas. Jango covers! 1 ... 2 ... Patrick drapes a leg over the nearby ropes, stopping the count. Jango picks him up and whips him into the ropes, giving him a tilt-whirl slam! Then he attempts to apply the Crossover, but Patrick reaches inside himself and kicks Jango off. Patrick tries to crawl to his corner, but Jango stops him with and elbow drop to the back. The crowd starts chanting "JP ... JP ... JP!" Swanson starts stomping on the apron to get them fired up. Jango picks Patrick up and tries a vertical suplex .... that JP blocks. Jango tries again .... to no avail. JP reverses it and Jango is the recepient of the suplex! Both men lie motionless for a few seconds, then JP starts to crawl his way over toward Swanson. Jango does the same toward Xavier. Jango gets to his corner first and tags Xavier, who races over and grabs JP just before he can tag! Xavier gives him a piledriver, then tries a cover. 1 ... 2 ... Patrick just gets his shoulder up before the the three. Xavier picks JP up and whips him into the neutral corner. He charges in after him for a splash attempt, but JP gets a foot up and Xavier hits it face first and collapses to the mat. Patrick tries to use the ropes to steady himself and make it over for a tag. Xavier tries to stop him, but JP lunges and slaps hands with Swanson!

Brad: The tag is made and in comes The Innovator!!

Swanson charges Xavier and clotheslines him to the canvas. Jango illegally enters the ring and charges Swanson, but is caught by another clothesline. Xavier gets up and Swanson grabs him by the back of the head. Jango gets up and he is also grabbed. Swanson rams their heads together and both crumple back to the mat. Josh picks Xavier up and delivers an Innovator!!! The crowd goes nuts as Josh covers. 1 .. 2... Jango buries a double axehandle to the back of Swanny's head just in time to make the save. Patrick climbs back into the ring and clobbers Jango from behind with a forearm to the back. Swanson picks up Xavier and shoves him into one corner. Patrick does the same to Jango. Both Legends whip their respective Connection members toward each other. Xavier reverses on Swanson ... but it backfires as Swanny is alert enough to spear Jango as they collide. The force of it sends Jango rolling out of the ring near the timekeeper's table. Patrick charges Xavier and delivers a high knee that hits with such force it causes Xavier to do a 180 flip onto his head.

Doc: The ref needs to restore order and get Patrick out of the ring!!!

Brad: PATRICK? Jango has been in there illegally longer than Patrick!

Doc: What's your point?

The referee does try to restablish order by pushing JP back to his corner. Meanwhile, Swanson picks up Xavier and gives him ANOTHER Innovator and covers him again. But the ref is still jawing with JP and doesn't turn around to make the count immediately. The fans count "1...2...3" but since they arent officials, it doesn't mean squat. With JP still arguing with the ref, Jango rolls into the ring carrying one of the Championship belts! He climbs to the second turnbuckle and leaps, nailing Swanny in the skull with the belt! Then he places Xavier on top of Swanson and rolls back out of the ring. The ref FINALLY turns around and sees the cover. 1...2...Patrick tries to get there in time .... but is too late ....3!

Winners by pinfall: THE CROSS CONNECTION

Brad: Damn that ref!! He wasted way too much time arguing with JP!!

Doc: Hey, if JP had just stayed in his corner like a good little boy, it never would of happened. Blame Mr. Legend, not the official who was just doing his job!

Jango pulls the unconscious Xavier out of the ring and carries him up the ramp. Patrick kneels over Swanson, checking on him, glaring back at the Crosses.

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Brad: Jessica Beach has caught up with the RAWF World Champion back in his dressing room. Jessica?

We see Jessica, dressed in a dazzling black sequin mini-dress, standing next to Dirge. Eric Drugonov stands nearby, his arms folded.

Jessica: Dirge, tonight you put your World Heavyweight Title on the line for the first time against a man you have been ....

Dirge: Just shut up darling, let me talk to all those stupid fans out there.

Jessica: Alright...

Dirge: You people just salavate whenever anyone mentions the Burger King, it's really disgusting. You people should get a grip on yourselves as stop acting so pathetic. You're getting slobber all over the floors out there. Now, tonight I defend my World Title again against a rook who has proven that he deserves a shot.

Out in the arena, a loud chorus of cheers interrupts him. He looks into the camera with a smug smirk on his face and waves his finger back and forth.

Dirge: No, no, no...you people have to learn to listen. I wasn't finished yet. I was saying that Burger King deserves a shot...but that "shot" is a shot to be the Night Manager at the local Seven- Eleven. A shot to deliver pizza's from an undersized economy car, a shot to go door to door as a used carpet salesman or a shot to work for the local septic company. But, as I was saying before you slobs interrupted me tonight he gets a shot at something that he has shown himself to be totally undeserving of. That something is my RAWF World Heavyweight Title. Now, he has clearly displayed that he can mimic the Incredible Hulk and smash the crap out of sand filled speed bags. Big deal. As I'm sure Burger King very well knows they, unlike me, don't hit back. When Erik and I saw him do that we almost fell out of our seats because we were laughing so hard at him. Trust me folks, I completely understand how much you all hate me and want to see that Hawaiian headcase take the World Title away from me...but even you all have to agree with me that he looked pretty damned stupid when he did that. Hero or not stupid is stupid and in my view that little bout with temporary brain damage didn't do anything to help him look any tougher.

Dirge pauses as Erik says something to him. Dirge laughs at it and shakes his head, nodding at Erik who is himself smirking.

Dirge: Very good point Erik, very good point. As my Russian friend so astutely pointed out, destroying sadbags and beating up burned out has beens is not a good training method. As I already pointed out, sandbags don't hit back. Although for Burger King that's definately a good thing. If it did hit back he'd find himself laying on his ass staring at the insides of his eyelids because I bet even a speed bag could knock him out. But enough of this crap, I'm tired of talking. I have one question for all of you ignorant fans though...

He pauses for dramatic effect.

Dirge: Are you ready to see your darling hero lose?

Dirge glares into the camera as it fades out.

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BILL FURY VS. IRON CHEF

Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ....accompianied by his manager, Tony Marduck .... from Glascow, Scotland ... weighing 300 pounds ... "Bigshot" Bill Fury!!

As "Paradise City" by Guns N Roses plays, Marduck leads Fury down to ringside along with a couple of police officers and a couple of paramedics. A storm of boos and catcalls greet Marduck and he responds by yelling at some of the fans. Fury looks around as if confused about something, but Marduck whispers something in his ear. Fury nods, but still seems unsure. They both climb into the ring and Marduck slyly smiles at the crowd.

Levitan: And his opponent....

"Generator" by Bad Religion keys up and the fans appluad and get to their feet.

Levitan: From Paris, France .... weighing 245 pounds .... this is .....THE IRON CHEF!!

The Chef comes out to a standing ovation! He grins for a second as he surveys the scene. Then once he sets his eyes on the ring, his smile fades and he determinately walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring. Marduck steps toward him and baits him into coming after him, but Fury grabs Chef by the throat and chokeslams him! Marduck gets a kick to Chef's ribs in before he leaves the ring and the bell sounds. Fury propels himself off the ropes and attempts a big splash, but Chef rolls out of the wat. The big three hundred pounder shakes the ring as he impacts with the canvas stomach first. Both men gets up at roughly the same time, but Chef gets the advantage with a few punches. Fury shakes them off and returns fire, pummeling Chef with several shots of his own. Chef stumbles back into the corner and Fury charges in with a turnbuckle splash and crushes him between the turnbuckles and his massive bulk. He holds him in the corner and gives him a few shoulders to the midsection, knocking the wind from Chef's lungs. Fury then pulls Chef by the hair to center ring and bodyslams him.

Brad: Fury in full control here early. But he still seems confused about something, like he doesn't know where he is or why he's here. Guess that concussion really took its toll.

Doc: It's probabaly just a hangover Brad. He's famous for that I hear. I would love to see him celebrate again tonight! He's got to keep the pressure up on Pastry Flake here...

Fury tries an elbow drop after hitting the ropes, but again Chef manages to roll out of the way. Chef gets up and legdrops Fury. Then he forces him into a sitting position and allies a chinlock. Fury manages to get to his feet and elbow Chef in the ribs, breaking the hold. Fury hits the ropes and shoulderblocks Chef on the rebound. Chef gets up and Fury tries again, only this time Chef steps aside and pushes Fury up and over the ropes. Fury hits the apron hip first, then slides to the arena floor. Chef follows him out and picks him up. He whips him into the apron. Fury hits it back first and grimaces in pain. Chef decks him with a series of right hands, followed by a left hook that staggers the big man. Marduck picks up a chair and comes up behind Chef as he is working Fury over some more. He raises it up to hit him, but Chef senses the danger just in time and turns around and catches the chair in mid swing. He snatches it out of Marduck's hands and Tony makes a hasty retreat. Chef chases after him, wielding the chair, hoping to use it against Marduck. Tony slides into the ring, and runs across it. Chef follows him in and pursues him. Marduck climbs out of the ring and jumps off the apron just in time as Chef makes a wild swing with the chair, just missing Marduck by inches. Meanwhile, Fury rolls into the ring and clamors to his feet. The distracted Chef takes an axehandle to the back of the head for his troubles and drops the chair outside the ring. Fury whacks Chef with a couple of right crosses, then whips him into the opposite ropes, clotheslining him on the return. He follows that up with a headbutt and a belly to belly suplex. He tries a cover, but Chef kicks out before the three count. He pulls Chef to a sitting position and starts wailing away with punches to the face, holding Chef by the hair to keep him from slumping to the mat. He picks up Chef and tries for a vertical suplex, but Chef blocks it twice and escapes his grasp, kicking him in the midsection. Fury doubles over and Chef, with a burst of strength, piledrives him!

Brad: Ouch!! That can't be good for a concussion.

Doc: It might knock some memory back into that brain though.

Chef hooks the leg and tries a cover, but Fury powers out just after a two count. Chef picks the big man up and hits him with a flurry of punches that rock and stagger the "Bigshot" Chef whips Fury into the corner, then comes up and straddles him on the ropes. The crowd counts the punches "1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8..." but then Fury executes a reverse atomic drop, then a short powerful clothesline, ending Chef's momentum. He picks Chef up, but puts him right back to the canvas with a neckbreaker. He follows that up with a devastating elbow drop and tries another cover. 1...2... Chef gets a shoulder up in the nick of time. Fury drags him to his feet again but Chef eye gouges him then DDTs him! However, that burst of adrenaline took a lot out of Chef and he sags to his knees, nearly exhausted. But the crowd starts chanting his name and he seems to draw some strentgh from it. Fury wobbles to get to his feet, but the Chef is on him with several shots to the jaw and a chop across the chest that have the "Bigshot" flailing and swaying. Chef propels himself off the ropes and levels the big guy with a flying shoulderblock! The Chef signals to the crowd, who urge him on. He climbs to the top rope, ready to end it with the Le Grenouille. He leaps .... and hits nothing but the bottom of the ring! Fury rolled out of the way just in time. Fury gets to his feet and picks up the groggy Chef. He grabs him by the throat and chokeslams him! Just as Fury gets ready to make the cover though, the Radi-tron lights up with a scene recorded earlier by RAWF hidden cameras.... Tony Marduck is talking on his cell phone with someone.....

Tony: Yeah, that Justin is not only a moron, but a lovesick moron. Those are the worst. And Bill Fury, he's an even BIGGER moron. I doubt he can beat the Chef tonight. Hell, I should just drop BOTH of those losers and find some REAL talent...

At ringside, Marduck's face turns white as Canadian snow. In the ring Fury starts after Marduck, who sees him coming and scampers as fast as his feet can carry him up the ramp and out of sight. Fury is right behind him in hot pursuit. The ref counts to ten as Chef staggers to his feet. The ref raises Chef's arm.

Brad: I'm not sure what to make of all this .... but it's a victory for the Chef!

Doc: Marduck Services may have to declare bankruptcy after tonight.

Winner by countout: IRON CHEF

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World Heavyweight Championship BIG KAHUNA VS DIRGE (C)

Levitan: Ladies and Gentlemen .... this is the main event of the evening! It is scheduled for one fall and is for the RAWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!

The crowd gives a huge ovation to this announcement.

Levitan: Introducing first .... the champion!

The lights go totally out as the sound of a screechy electric guitar fills the arena, accompanied by a wooden echo. After about five seconds the word �respect� is spoken in a slightly distorted voice and repeated again about ten seconds later. After about thirty seconds the drums kick in, accompanying the guitar melody. About ten seconds after that a man�s voice comes over the speakers:

"Kill�for the love of killing."
(As this is said "DIRGE" appears in large red letters on the screen.)
"Kill�for a thrill."
Thrill seekers come from all walks of life."
"Come from a home,"
" a home where their parents are "
"too busy to teach them respect.� From that point the word �respect� repeats and become progressively more distorted until a new song starts .... "Pisschrist" by Fear Factory. On the Radi-tron appears a metallic shot with "EVOLUTION" in huge letters.

Levitan: Accompianied by his bodyguard Eric Drugonov ... from Las Vegas, Nevada .... weighing 390 pounds .... he is the RAWF World Heavyweight Champions ... he is DIRGE!!!!

Dirge walks out onto the stage as green and red neon stage lights flash through the arena. He holds the RAWF World Heavyweight Title over head head and begins to walk down the ramp, Erik following closly behind him. As the music continues the two men get to the ring with Dirge walking up the stairs, stepping over the ropes and then mounting each turnbuckle to show the Title belt off. Erik stands in center ring with his arms folded across his chest and a seroius look on his face. After he's done in each corner he walks to center ring, lifts the title overhead with both hands and shows it off to a loud chorus of boos then hands it off to Erik for safe keeping. Erik leaves the ring and Dirge goes about his business.

Levitan: And the challenger!!!!

The lights go down, the flashing spotlights spin once around the Air Canada Centre, then as the beginning guitar rifts of "The Mob Rules" blast forth from the PA. The spots light on the entryway as "Awwwwwwwwwwwww, COME ON!" starts the tune rocking.

Levitan: From Honolulu Hawaii ... weighing 285 pounds ... led toward the ring by Carl Sabre ... this is BIG KAHUNA!!!

Multicolored pyrotechnics blast on both sides of the entry as Big Kahuna, followed closely by a confident looking Carl Sabre, steps through. The spots light these two as the crowd pops. Kahuna looks around and seems to be enjoying this. He raises his arms up, and the crowd pops. Kahuna and Sabre begin the walk down to the ring, Kahuna seeming to be adjusting to the signs and the support of the crowd. As BK steps up to the ring apron he turns to the crowd and makes the belt around the waist motion. He steps through the ropes as the music continues to blast. Ringpost pyro goes off as Kahuna steps to the middle of the ring, again lifting both hands over his head.

Doc: I am really looking forward to this...this is the monster's first match back since the injury, and it is against the massive Hawaiian, Big Kahuna!

Brad: At least you are sober enough to figure out who is fighting in the match.

Doc: ??? Where the hell did that come from? You are in a mood!

Brad: You have a way of getting to me...anyway...look at what's going on in the ring...look at that staredown!

The arena lights dim, leaving only the spotlight over the ring shining bright. Inside, the massive Kahuna and the monstrous Dirge are standing in the center, full concentration on the other...no words are spoken as the ref walks around holding the Radical American Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Championship belt high. The belt sparkles in the light, and as the Title gleams, a dark cloud seems to hover over the combatants, as their bad intentions, spurred on by the promise of gold, seep out and fill the arena. The crowd holds their collective breaths as monster and hero, thunderstorm and rainbow, set to collide over the biggest prize in the game. The pregnant pause ends when Dirge fires the first shot and sends a haymaker at Kahuna. Kahuna blocks the punch and sends one into the Dirge's stomach. Without flinching, Dirge responds with a right into the Hawaiian's jaw. The champion is surprised as BK just looks squarely into his eyes, and returns the favor. Both men trade punches back and forth. The referee tries to make a count and stop the street fight, but both men stop, look at him with fierce expressions and the count is discontinued. Both men's faces swell, but neither one giving an inch. Finally, Dirge ducks a swing, scoops up Kahuna, and tries a body slam. Kahuna pushes off of his shoulders and drops down behind him, latches on and applies the Katahajimi. Dirge falls back on the mat, trying to dislodge the Hawaiian, but the fall didn't work, and Kahuna cinches it in even tighter. The champ gasps for air where there is none, and it looks like a short match...

Brad: That's the move that Taz made famous in his prime...Dirge looks like he is going to be choked out early!

Doc: Are you sure YOU haven't been drinking? Do you think that's the only time that Dirge has been choked? He'll get out of it...What I want to know is...where the hell is the ref? Why isn't he stopping that blatant choke.

Brad: That's not an illegal choke, and you know it...and I think that the ref, with a match of this magnitude, is letting the guys go at it and giving a little "latitude," with the way he's calling the match...

Dirge struggles to get to the ropes. With almost superhuman strength, he pulls his own weight, and also Kahuna's while being choked out. Grabbing the ropes, the break is called for by the official. Kahuna springs up and puts the boots to him, sending him out of the ring. Cursing enough to make a sailor blush, Dirge, pulls himself up and grabs BK's legs, which slides Kahuna out of the ring. Gouging the challenger in the eyes, Dirge applies a headlock, then bulldogs him to the floor...5-6-7---Dirge rolls into the ring. Rolling back out, Dirge "posts" BK, busting his forehead open. Bloody rivulets pour down his nose. Gorilla pressing the Hawaiian, Dirge throws him back into the ring. Sliding back in at the coount of eight, Dirge picks up his opponent and shoots him into the ropes, bouncing back, Kahuna ducks under a clothesline, whips around him, and applies an abdominal stretch. Dirge hiptosses Kahuna to get out of the predicament, to a rousing chorus of boos. Bending down to pick the challenger up, Kahuna rolls him up into a small package. The ref counts...1-2-kickout! Furious, Dirge stands up and charges Kahuna, who uses a single leg trip to knock the champion down. Moving fast, he applies a Cross-face, half-nelson sleeper. Moving just as fast, Dirge gets to the ropes and gets the break. Both men get to a vertical base, and both set out to start punching, and Dirge connects first. Continuing his brief advantage, he jars BK with a few punches, grabs him by the throat and chokeslams him. The official counts as Dirge makes a cover...1-2-kickout!

Brad: How close was that! Definitely two styles of wrestling being shown here...

Doc: Yeah, I thought this would be a battle of the behemoths, but Kahuna came in with the "game plan" of keeping Dirge off track by displaying scientifics nobody knew he had...who taught him wrestling moves anyway?

Laying some wood to Kahuna's face, the cut opens a little more deeply, and BK's face becomes the proverbial crimson mask. Dragging Kahuna up, he shoots the wobbly challenger into the ropes and hits a flapjack. Blood spatters across the mat as his head crashes down. Turning him over, he nails a double knee drop to the ribs. Grabbing him by the hair, he helps BK to his feet and puts him in position for a pedigree, getting blood all over himself in the process. Before he could hit the maneuver, Kahuna stands up, but holds onto Dirge's legs before he can fall over in a back body drop. Spinning around, he builds momentum, gets near the ropes, and dumps Dirge over the top. The champs head collides with the apron and snaps forward bfore hitting the floor. Kahuna rolls out of the ring, a bloody mess. Grabbing Dirge, he walks him over to the announcer's table and slams the champ's head onto the table several times. Cinching in a headlock, Kahuna repeatedly drives his knuckles into Dirge's face, causing blood to issue forth. The ref almost gets to ten when Kahuna rolls in and back out. Throwing Dirge back into the ring, he starts to connect with a variety of knife edge chops, and punches. Knocking dirge down to the ground, he drops a few elbows and a flying headbutt. Positioning himself behind the champion, Dirge staggers up and from behind, Kahuna cinches up a full-nelson, which quickly turns into a full-nelson slam. he makes the cover...1-2-thr--kickout! Picking up Dirge, he positions him for a powerbomb. Nailing the powerbomb, Kahuna doesn't release it, picks him up again in the same position, and powerbombs him again. Not releasing it, with the last of his reserves, he powerbombs Dirge a third time, releasing him and collapsing on him, in exhaustion from competition and bloodloss. The ref makes the count...

Doc: Dear God! This is it!

Brad: We have a new champion!

The ref makes the count...1-2-thre---kickout! The refs hand comes down with the momentum, but it is quickly waved off. Kahuna realizes immediately that Dirge got his shoulder up and curses in frustration. Deciding to go for the Rainbow Slam at first opportunity, Kahuna barely makes it to his feet, slumps in a corner and watches for Dirge to stand up. Dirge gets to his feet smiling, and slowly walks toward Kahuna. BK walks to meet him in the center of the ring, where it all started. The crowd starts to cheer as the two men stare at each other one more time. A little different at the end, both men are sweaty, bleeding, and look worse for wear. The intensity of their gazes have not lost any heat, however. Just as they started, Dirge swings a haymaker, and Kahuna goes for the block. The Hawaiian, who has bled more and longer, is a little slow, and the punch connects. Staggered, Kahuna jabs a few shots to back the champ off, but it doesn't work. Dirge gains a little strength with each blow given to his challenger. The crowd, who had cheered before, starts to boo as Kahuna goes to one knee. One more time, the titan blocks a punch from Dirge, and gets back to his feet to the roar of the crowd. Swinging with the last of his strength...Dirge avoids the blow, ducks under his arm, cinches up his leg, and puts him in a torture rack. Kahuna, dazed and hurt, has too much heart and will to give up! Unfortunately, Dirge turns the torture rack into a falling neckbreaker, which is the last thing Kahuna remembers of the match. The ref makes the count...1-2-3!

Brad: Oblivion Calling! Oblivion Calling by Dirge! What a performance by both men...what a match!

Doc: the champ proved he deserved the gold with a convincing victory...but I do have to give credit where credit is due...Kahuna gave him a hell of a fight and nearly walked away the Heavyweight Champion of the World!

Winner by pinfall: DIRGE

Brad: That's all from Unleashed...see you at Chaos!

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