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Godsmack is once more upon the stage. The lights start flickering and the fans begin to cheer� Coughing then begins� The crowd stands up and looks up to the stage, as Godsmack is about to do a remake of Ozzy�s song �Sweet Leaf.�

Sully: Alright now� Won�t you listen�

The beginning of the song roars through the air and the fans raise their hands as the beat gets heavy. Some lighters are seen from the audience as if it was a real concert.

Sully: Are you ready New Orleans!? Get off your ass!

Almost all the fans are standing now as the lights are flickering many colors. Then Godsmack begins the full song.

�When I first met you, didn't realize
I can't forget you or your surprise
You introduced me to my mind
And left me wanting you and your kind.
Oh yeah!!!!�

New Orleans is now rocking! The fans are up and cheering and going crazy to Ozzy�s �Sweet Leaf� with a new touch by Godsmack.

�I love you. Oh, you know it.
My life was empty, forever on a down
Until you took me, showed me around
My life is free now, my life is clear
I love you sweet leaf though you can't hear
Oh yeah!!!

Come on now - try it out!
Straight people don't know what you're about
They put you down and shut you out
You gave to me a new belief
And soon the world will love you, sweet leaf
Oh yeah baby!!!�

Right then the fans not expecting anything see a figure walk out from the back, he has his hair back in a ponytail, and has on a nice pair of dress pants with a button up shirt on, the fans realize who it is and stand up for a HUGE ovation! They begin going nuts! With Godsmack still playing Sully points to the man.

Sully: Ladies and Gentleman, Blake Zulu!!!!!

Zoo is in the RAWF! He starts walking down the aisle and slaps a few hands of fans along the way, the dome is still in a huge uproar over Blake showing up on the RAWF PPV.

Doc: What is going on! Zoo is in the RAWF? Wasn�t he just on the UCW show last week? What is he doing here!?

Brad: Well Doc, I am sure we are going to find out. I mean I heard the rumors, but seeing Blake Zulu in the RAWF ring is simply amazing!

Zoo slides into the ring as Godsmack continues with the song. He puts his arms up and bounces around to the fans delight. The lights flashing and light bulbs popping.

Doc: I do wish he would hurry it up, I am very interested to know what is going on!

The lights slowly come on and Blake is standing on the side of the ring, the ring announcer tosses him a microphone up. Godsmack cuts off the music and the fans salute them with a standing ovation, but there is much confusion now as Zoo stands in the ring.

Zoo: Dudes, give it up for Godsmack!

The fans do as Blake ask and give Godsmack another standing ovation. But then after a few seconds there attention turns to the ringside. Fans start chanting �Zoo� one after another. Blake raises his hands and they begin cheering again. He then raises the microphone to his mouth.

Zoo: I bet a lot of you are wondering what in the bong loving hell Blake Zulu is doing in the "Radical American Wrestling Federation" right? Well I totally have a good, a good, dang I forgot the word�

Blake itches his head trying to remember what word he was going to say.

Zoo: Oh yeah, a good explanation for why I am here in this RAWF ring and on this totally kick ass pay per view! Not to mention one of the best damn cities in this nation!

Cheap pop, the fans love it and start screaming once more.

Zoo: You are totally looking at the newest employee of the RAWF! The ink is fresh on the dotted line, I am here to stay, and UCW can kiss my stoner ass! Now I know that I�m a new dude in this fed, but I�ve been around dudes. I know I have to work my way back up to the top and I am so ready for it and so ready for a challenge that the adrenaline I am getting here is better than smoking weed! And I don�t say that to often.

The fans cheer.

Zoo: Now basically I�m a rookie in this fed, but in all truth, if I am a rook, then I am a one-kick ass rookie dude. I won the Hardcore championship in UCW within one month of being there, then after a month and a half was number one contender for the World Title! Not to mention that I took their best superstar the distance and beat him for the World Title not to long ago. So dudes I do have a track record, but as of now, my records are clean. This is a new totally cool start for me, and one I am going to take full advantage of!!

Blake raises his fist in the air once again. The fans begin to cheer.

Zoo: You will never forget this bong smoking, Cheech and Chong loving, 420 dropping, bongo loving, son of a stoner, ZOO!

The fans go nuts as "Sweet Leaf" by Godsmack begins to play once more. Zoo raises his arms saluting the fans of the RAWF. He rolls out of the ring and marches back to the back.!

Doc: Blake Zulu is in the RAWF! Amazing!!

Brad: One week you�re champion of a fed, the next week you�re a rookie, starting all over again. Weird how things can change.!

Doc: But I have heard rumors about Zoo, I know he has habits that pull his mind away from his matches, but we shall see what comes of this. But I can�t believe, MR. 420 in the RAWF! Wild!!

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Dirge is stalking the hallway near the locker rooms, when someone catches his eye.

Dirge: Alex!! Alex, I've been looking for you all over! Where the hell have you been?

Alex Layne, who was leaning near a Coke machine, drinking a soda, looks at Dirge for a moment ...then smiles.

Layne: Hey! What's up Dirge? Yeah, sorry I havent been in to see you. Been busy talking with some of these gorgeous women they have down here in New Orleans! I'm definitely coming back for Marti Gras next year..

Dirge: Enough of that crap. You ready for some action??

Layne: Hell yeah. What have you got in mind?

Dirge: I think JP ambushed Eric so his Revolution cronies can come down and save his ass from a whipping. I want you down there to make sure that doesn't happen.

Layne: Hey, I'm there big man. Count me in.

The two stablemates slap hands and walk off camera.

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RAWF United States Championship SCOTT BRIGGS VS. RYNE BLOOD (c)

Levitan: The following contest is set for one fall and is for the RAWF United States Championship!!! First, the challenger...weighing 230 pounds ... from Baltimore, Maryland ... this is SCOTT BRIGGS!!!!

"Cochise" by Audioslave blares as Briggs becomes visible from the back. The crowd pops loudly, giving him quite an ovation. Pumping his fist into the air, he boldly shouts out to the crowd that he will be the next U.S. Champion! He stops as a female teenage fan, half crying from the excitement, screams, "I love you Scott!" from the guardrail. He walks over, leans down, and lets her give him a peck on the cheek." Some in the crowd start to "awwwww..." and a few of the older ladies say, "What a nice young man." Briggs vaults his way to the apron and gets in the ring. Nearly jogging in place because he has so much energy, he waits for his championship caliber competition.

Levitan: And his opponent ... accompanied to the ring by Alyssa Moore .... weighing 275 pounds ... he is the RAWF United States Champion ... this is "RUTHLESS" RYNE BLOOD!!!!

South of Heaven by Slayer kicks in on the PA system and the lights go black. One spotlight shines on the top of the ramp and a man wearing black baggy pants, a long black robe with hood that covers his face and his head is looking at the ground. Next to him in a lovely black evening gown is Alyssa Moore, looking a little peaked from her earlier match. The man walks slowly to the ring never showing his face and Ms. Moore slowly follows behind. About half way to the ring he stops and she rips the pants off of him revealing them to be tear a ways! He walks a little faster and hops over the top rope from the apron and removes the hood. A bald muscular man with an evil look in his eyes. He raises one hand and house lights go bright. Ryne Blood then goes to the second turnbuckle and flexes at the crowd and he then goes to the crowd and little girl who is holding a sign hands it to him and the sign reads �Jay Thomas Aubin. Never Forget. A True Patriot� Ryne then goes to the middle of the ring and holds it high. The crowd cheers as the lights go down and back on in the blink of an eye and the sign is back in the girls hands. Ryne stands in the middle of the ring with an intense look in his eyes and holds his hands high. He then takes his belt off of his waist and tosses it at the stage crew member and points at the little girl and then points at his heart. Ryne then waves at Briggs for some action to start.

Doc: This is an intriguing match-up, as a powerful U.S. champ goes toe to toe with a man that was very nearly the Heavyweight Champion of the World! I still have to lean toward Ryne, he is the best of the U.S., until someone beats him!

Brad: You are right, until he loses that, he probably should be favored in his matches, especially with the championship advantage. But, don't overlook Briggs, he gave Dirge more than he bargained for! The one thing that he has to look out for is a letdown after that sterling performance that fell short of bagging the Heavyweight Gold. He needs to retain focus and keep going at it. If not, Blood will destroy him!

Doc: You got that right!

The bell rings and the two men charge each other. Briggs side-steps, and performs a single-leg trip. As the champ falls, Briggs applies an ankle lock. Fresh, Blood easily gets to the ropes. After the break, and as Blood tries to get to his feet, Briggs dropkicks the champ through the ropes, and out on the floor. Briggs runs, leaps, and hits a plancha moonsault. As the ref counts, (3-4-5-) Scott mounts Blood and sends several haymakers into his face. Ryne pushes him off powerfully, and Scott gets back in the ring. As Blood tries to get into the ring, Briggs baseball slides, and nails Blood with a kick, causing the ref to restart the count that he had restarted. Ryne circles the ring, then slides in. Briggs tries tio stomp the U.S. champ, but Ryne grabs his leg, and trip him. Moving fast, Blood grabs Briggs and starts pounding into him, eliciting a count from the ref...1-2-3-4-Ryne stops punching, then resumes...1-2-3-4-Blood stops punching. Getting Briggs to his feet, he hits a belly to belly suplex. Picking him back up, he nails a brainbuster, and covers him...1-2-kickout! Sending a few more shots his way, Ryne gets him to a vertical base and shoots him into the ropes. Giving him a shoulder block, Briggs collapses. Scooping him up, the Ruthless One performs a Salto suplex, crushing the challenger. Briggs does the only thing he can, and rolls out of the ring.

Brad: What an intense match-up! Both men going for broke in this one...

Doc: High Roller already went broke, why not one of these guys?

Brad: And that's why you are the wittiest color man in the business...

Doc: Despite the sarcasm, I'll take that as a compliment!

Briggs gets back in the ring at the count of seven. Staying wary of the champ, he feigns a lock-up then backs off. Ryne charges, Scott tries to duck, but Blood was looking for that. Grabbing ahold of the challenger, he wheels him into the corner, and starts hitting repeated turnbuckle smashes. The crowd, even though they like Scott, can't help but count along...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10! The ref's slow count doesn't make it to five. Admonishing Ryne, the official is largely ignored. Briggs is allowed to fall down, then Blood starts stomping him viciously. Dragging him to the center of the ring, Blood runs the ropes, then tries to drop a leg, but Briggs rolls out of the way. Snapping to his feet, Scott is a little faster, as the adrenaline starts pumping, and he hits Ryne with a savate kick as the champ gets up. The kick sends Ryne into the ropes, and he bounces off into a monkey flip. Still moving quickly, Briggs applies an overhead suplex to the U.S. Champ. When Ryne lands, however, he bounces right back up, unbeknownst to Briggs, who hadn't turned around yet, and was catching his breath. When Scott does turn around, he sees Blood right in his face. Blood hits him with a forearm, then slaps on his own version of an overhead suplex! Briggs doesn't bounce right back up.

Brad: The champ taking some punishment, but he keeps fighting. I guess we know who has the better overhead suplex, though...

Doc: Definitely. Ryne Blood has the definite strength advantage. Strength is the main ingredient in any move like the overhead suplex, much like it is with the Gorilla Press. Blood is more powerful, his suplex is going to be more effective...

Body slamming the challenger, Blood starts to set up for the kamikaze headbutt from the top rope. Taking too long, he narrowly misses Briggs. Briggs staggers to his feet, then hits a scissors kick, sending Blood back down. Grabbing the champ back up, he performs a swinging neckbreaker, flattening his Ruthless opponent. Scott makes the cover...1-2-kickout. Hooking the leg, he covers again...1-2-kickout! Shooting Blood into the ropes, he goes for a clothesline. Trouble is, Ryne goes for a clothesline, too. Both men club each other in a double clothesline that elicts an excited reaction from the crowd. Some fans root for the champ to get up first, some fans root for the challenger. Either way, the official makes a count...1-2-3-4-5-6-(Ryne starts to stir)7-8-(Briggs starts to stir) 9-(Blood is on his feet, Scott gets to his knees, the count is broken). Sending a few forearms into Scott's face, Ryne pulls him up just long enough to hit a DDT. Blood makes a cover...1-2-kickout!

Doc: It's all Blood right now, but after the match between Briggs and Dirge, I'll say that Scott has at least one more comeback in him...

Brad: Hold on! That was almost a kind remark. A remark like that gives credit to people. Who are you and what have you done to Doc?

Ryne picks up his opponent and gets him to a vertical base. Swinging a punch to soften him some more, Briggs blocks the punch and sends a stiff right into Blood. Shaking it off, Ryne swings again, and the challenger blocks and returns fire. A third time, it's blocked again, and Briggs sends rapid fire jabs into Ryne's face. A littel surprised and staggered, Blood barrells forward, attempting a quick clothesline. Scott ducks it easily and applies an abdominal stretch with abdominal claw. Pain etched on Ryne's face, he remains undaunted, and comes nowhere nearing submission. Finally, he starts to break the hold, and hip tosses Briggs off of him. Holding his stomach, Blood doesn't have long to recuperate as Briggs lifts him up off the mat and slightly over his shoulder. Scott bends Ryne's left leg to the side so his shin is horizontal to the mat and the ankle is to the back of the other knee. Briggs then drops to one knee and drops Blood knee first across his knee. Blood crashes down, and the challenger applies a figure four leg lock. With the knee throbbing because of the previous move, Blood again focuses, blocking out the pain. After several agonizing minutes, the champ slowly turn the challenger over, reversing the hold. After several more minutes, Briggs is able to extricate himself from the manuever. Both men gingerly getting to their feet, Briggs appears steadiest on his legs. Booting Ryne in the gut, he performs a double underhook backbreaker. Making the cover, the ref starts slapping the mat...1-2-kickout! Scooping up Blood, Scott hits a more traditional backbreaker by picking him up and dropping him on his knee. Throwing him on the groung face first, Scott starts stomping the injured back. Finishing the course of action, Briggs applies a sharpshooter. Another gut check time for the champion, as the ref asks him if he wants to continue. Not answering, Blood drags Briggs slowly to the ropes, and a break is forced. Getting out of teh ring, Blood pulls Scott out and whips him into the post. Grabbing him again, he whips him into the steel stairs. Finally, he bodyslams his challenger out into the crowd. Grabbing at his back and looking like an old man, Ryne hobbles his way to the ring, and rolls in. The ref starts to count Briggs out...1-2-3-4-5-6-

Brad: It would be a shame if Scott Briggs was counted out, now. What a way to lose at Wrestlecade!

Doc: Why would it be a shame? Someone has to win, someone has to lose. If he loses, so be it...just don't cry me a river!

Brad: All I'm saying is that I'd prefer a clean pinfall or submission than this...

7-8-9-Scott gets in the ring! The U.S. champ grabs him and whips him into the ropes, bouncing back, he ducks a big boot, keeps running, then comes back with a flying lariat. Going for the cover, the ref makes the count...1-2-kickout! Whipping Blood into the ropes, he performs a hurricanrana, and goes for the cover...1-2-kickout! Both men stand up, and Briggs rolls him up in a small package...1-2-kickout! As Ryne gets up, he is treated to a superkick, and another cover is made...1-2-foot on the ropes. Frustrated, Briggs puts Blood on the top rope, and tries an off the top rope belly to belly superplex. The champ shrugs him off, throwing him back down to the mat. Perching on the top turnbuckle, Blood hits the top rope kamikaze headbutt that he missed earlier. Blood now goes for the cover...1-2-kickout!

Doc: These guys are acting like they are Steamboat and Savage! I lost count of the near falls!

Brad: Perhaps they are getting fatigued and going for broke while they still have the gas...

Whipping his opponent into the ropes, the champ lifts him up in the air, then drops him straight down on his face. Dropping an elbow, the Blood slaps on a headlock. After a few moments, Briggs slips it, and grabs Ryne's arm and slaps a chickenwing on him. Ryne squirms and powers his way out of it, and reestablishes the headlock. Scott rolls him back, bridges up, and puts Blood in a pinning predicament...1-2-kickout! Blood forgoes the "rest-holds" and starts punching away. Briggs tries to return fire, but is quickly overpowered. Putting him on his shoulers, Ryne applies a perfect fireman's acrry and starts spinning around. When he gets near the ropes, he dumps the challenger over the top ropes and to the hard floor below. Running the ropes, Blood flies up and over, splashing Briggs ferociously. Ryne picks himself off the grease spot, and rolls into the ring. Clutching his abdomen, he listens for the count...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-Briggs gets in! Rolling him over, he goes for the cover...1-2-kickout! The champ rises, and lets the challenger rise in his own good time. Manuevering behind him, he starts to slap on a full nelson, in preparation for a Ryne Blood Special. Feeling the full nelson, Briggs slides out quickly, and gets out of the ring.

Doc: He had that move well scouted! If he would've locked on that full nelson, it would've been all over.

Brad: He has to watch out for more than just that...Blood has a whole arsenal of moves!

Scott rolls in before the count of ten and rolls back out. Trying to catch another breather, he doesn't see Ryne go to the top, but he does feel the double ax-handle when it is buried in his back. Throwing Scott into the ring, Ryne mounts the top rope again. One more kamikaze headbutt and he makes the cover...1-2-Blood picks him up! Standing him up, he slaps on the full nelson, spins him around four times, then ends it with a German Bridge Suplex! The Ryne Special expertly applied, the ref makes the count...1-2-3!

Brad: Blood brought out his arial tactics tonight. That was one thing Briggs didn't know about. It caught him off guard, and it cost him the match!

Doc: It also cost him a hell of a payday...being the champ is good for the wallet, you know!

Brad: You always look at the important issues, don't you?

Winner by pinfall: STILL U.S. CHAMPION RUTHLESS RYNE BLOOD!!!

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The scene opens backstage where Eric Crane is looking into a mirror. He seems to be in a bathroom. He lowers his head and turns the cold tap on, he cups his hands before splashing ice cold water over his face. Momentarily blinded, Eric fumbles around for the tap before turning it off. He looks into the mirror, water dripping down his face

[Tonight's the night Eric.. prove your worth.]

Eric Crane: Tonight, certainly is.. the night.... wish me luck...

[You need no luck]

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Battle Royal (Winner recieves World Title Shot on April 21st)

Levitan: The following contest is a battle royal. Contestants are eliminated by being thrown over the top rope and onto the arena floor! Introducing the contestants....

The lights go down as InMe's "Gelosea" begins to play. About 20 people dressed as Royal British Guards line down the aisle, 10 on each side. They each have an English Flag and raise it in the air. They then lower it so the top of the flag pole touches the person's opposite them, creating a form of archway. From behind the curtain, Eric "Pickles" Crane steps out, looking at the Red Crosses. He smile at them as he begins to talk to himself before walking through the flags. As he gets to the end, he grabs one off one of the guards and takes it into the ring with him, waving it around.

Levitan: ERIC "PICKLES" CRANE!!!

Levitan: DARK SOUL!!!

Levitan: TRASH BARLOW!!!

Levitan: SHAWN "LOVERBOY" WILLIAMS!!!

Levitan: "MAD MAN" JEFFERY MANSON!!!

The speakers all around the arena starts to play "Walk" by Pantera. The fans looks at the top of the ramp and fireworks are pouring down from the top and exploding from the bottom. Then from the bottom, Arsenal X jumps out from the bottom of the stage. He is holding up X-Calibar and yelling at the crowd to get louder and louder. As he walks towards the ring, he makes a right and leave X-Calibar with his mentor, Crimson Dragon, who is sitting ringside. He gives him a handshake and says a few things to his teacher. He then enters the ring, staring at the opposition with a determined state of mind.

Levitan: ARSENAL X!!!

Levitan: FRANK HARRIS!!!

Levitan: IRON CHEF!!!

Levitan: RAGE!!!

Levitan: DYNAMITE NEWTON!!!

Levitan: DEADMAN K!!!

Once Deadman K climbs into the ring, the bell immediately sounds and all hell breaks loose as the eleven combatants have at it.

Brad: The interesting thing about this battle royal Doc, is that eight of them are fairly new to the RAWF....and four of those eight haven't even competed in a match yet in RAWF! So there is a fairly high chance of a newcomer getting a title shot right off the bat!

Doc: My money is on Dark Soul! He's the wildcard in this match. Nobody knows much about him.

In one corner, Deadman K and Trash Barlow are trading blows. In another corner, Harris and Arsenal X are scrapping back and forth. Shawn Williams and Iron Chef are locked up in yet another corner. Rage and Manson are teaming up to beat down Newton near the center of the ring, and in the final corner, Crane is squaring off with Dark Soul. Crane hits him with a spinning heel kick that sends him up and over the top rope. Dark Soul is eliminated, just that quick.

Brad: Remind me never to take you to Vegas Doc.

Doc: Okay, no more predictions, don't even ask.

Trash gives Deadman a headbutt, then sticks his armpit in his face. This only angers the big man, who grabs Trash by the throat and slams him to the mat. He picks him up and whips him into the ropes and gives him a big boot to the face. Trash gets up groggily. Deadman grabs him and presses him high in the air ...and dumps him out of the ring like a sack of grain. Manson and Rage are still doubling up on Newton, stomping the living hell out of him together. Rage turns on the "Mad Man" however, leveling him with a clothesline shot. Harris rakes Arsenal across the eyes and tries to lift him up over the ropes, but X holds on to the topr rope, wrapping his feet around Harris' neck, then using his leverage to flip down, and pull Harris over and onto the floor, X's feet never touching the floor. Then in a amazing act of agility, he flips back into the ring.

Brad: Eliminations fast and furious here in the early moments!! This could be a quick battle royal.

Doc: If you can't hang in there long, you don't deserve to be in there in the first place!

Chef hits Williams with an atomic elbow, then plants him with a t-bone suplex. Rage picks Manson up and delivers a powerful uppercut that sends the maniac into the corner. Rage charges, but Manson gets out of the way. Rage's shoulder hits the post between the top and second turnbuckles. Newton gets groggily to his feet and nails Manson with a forearm from behind. Arsenal X comes up behind Chef and knees him in the back, then whips him into the opposite corner. He charges and tries a hurricanrana, but Chef turns it around into a powerbomb. Williams steps up and plants Chef with a superkick that sends him to the canvas. While Rage rests in the corner, Newton and Manson trade blows at center ring. Newton grabs the advantage with a armdrag takedown. Both men get up and Newton does it again. Manson pokes him in the eyes and gets up. He whips Newton into the corner, but Newton jumps up on the second turnbuckle and leaps back ...hitting Manson with a walloping back elbow. Rage crawls under the bottom rope and grabs his Kendo stick, then rolls back into the ring. He nails Williams in the back with it, then hits Newton across the head. Pickle advances on Rage and ducks a swing from the stick. Crane kicks him in the groin and plants him with a DDT. Manson spots the kendo stick and figures it's time for another weapon in the ring. He rolls out and grabs his sledgehammer "Mommy" and climbs back in with it. He charges Deadman K, but Deadman sees him coming and steps aside. However, Chef is not so lucky, taking the sledgehammer full in the stomach. He crumples to the mat.

Brad: I should of known "Mommy" would play a part in this melee.

Doc: Hey, dont blame Manson, Rage gave him the idea!!

Deadman grabs Manson from behind and german suplexes him. The hammer goes skittering under the ropes and falls to the arena floor. Meanwhile, Newton and Williams have gotten up and start trading blows. Rage tries to grab his stick, but Arsenal X dropkicks him back to the canvas. Newton gains the edge over Williams and whips him into the ropes and powerslams him. Then he picks him up and tries to lift him over the top rope, but Pickle stops him with a double axehandle to the back. Deadman tries to press Manson up and over like he did Dark Soul, but Manson slides behind him and low blows the big man. Newton levels Pickle with a right hand, then picks him up and gives him a chop. Williams tries to attack from behind, but Newton nails him with a savate kick that sends him tumbling head over heels, over the top rope. Only six competitors left. Deadman K grabs Arsenal X while he's distracted by Rage and gives him an atomic drop. Rage clambors to his feet and grabs his kendo stick. Newton and Pickle trade shots to the head, then Pickle rakes Newton in the eyes, then gives him a tornado DDT for his troubles. Rage looks arouns for someone to use the stick on and spots Manson getting up with his back turned to him. Rage hauls off and whacks Manson hard across the back of the head, sending him stumbling into the ropes. Rage charges and clotheslines him over. Manson is gone.....almost. Manson is indeed eliminated, but Mommy apparently isnt/ Manson grabs the sledgehammer and rolls back into the ring. Rage, who is looking to hit Deadman with the stick, doesn't see Manson come back in. Manson charges and hits Rage in the small of the back with the sledge. Rage howls in pain. Manson charges HIM and both men go careening over the ropes from Manson's suicide clothesline. Stick and sledgehammer go with them.

Brad: And then there were five!

Doc: That sucks! Manson had no business coming back in like that!

Crane picks Newton up and shoves him into the corner. He starts kicking away on Dynamite. Deadman picks Arsenal up and staggers him with several punches to the face. Chef finally recovers from the sledgehammer attack and goes over and clobbers Deadman from behind with a forearm shot. Chef whips DK into the far corner, where he collides with both Pickle and Newton, sandwiching Crane between the two. Both Crane and DK fall to the mat. Newton slumps into the corner. Chef picks Crane up and gives him a t-bone suplex. Arseanl comes flying across the ring to dropkick Newton in the face, but Newton manages to get out of the way and Arsenal crotches himself on the second rope. Deadman K gets up and trades punches with Chef as Pickle lies motionless on the mat. Newton grabs Arsenal and whips him into the ropes, powerslamming him on the return. Chef and Deadman battle over to the ropes and each grabs each others throats and tries to shove their opponent over the ropes. Crane gets up and charges both men, dropkicking them and sending them over the top rope to the floor!

Doc: Well, we are down to three!!

Brad: Who will it be? Dynamite Newton? Eric Crane? Or Arsenal X?

Doc: I told you, I'm not predicting anything anymore!

Dynamite and Crane begin to trade blows as Arsenal crawls over to the corner to lick his wounds. Dynamite kicks Pickle in the groin and tries to get him for a piledriver. Crane reverses it into a backdrop, then propels off the riopes and hits with a splash. Crane gets up ....and gets leveled by an Arsenal X spear. X stomps on Pickle a few times, then walks over and stomps on Newton as well. Then Arsenal drags Eric to his feet and tries to toss him over the ropes, but Crane manages to grab the bottom rope and slide under before his feet hit the ground. Arsenal sees this and charges just as Crane stands up. Crane is ready for it and backdrops Arsenal over the top rope. But Arsenal has a trick up his sleeve as well, grabbing the top rope with both hands and hanging there, a hair's breath from being eliminated, but pulling himself back up and over into the ring. Crane doesnt notice this though and picks Newton back up and hammers him with uppercuts. Newton fires back with several punches of his own. Arsenal charges and knees Crane in the back. Newton clotheslines Arsenal to the canvas. Quick as you please, Dynamite scales the top rope and leaps, hitting Arsenal with a top rope leg drop! He stands and the crowd cheers, imploring him to throw Arsenal out. Newton picks up Arsenal and carries him over to the ropes and tries with all his strength to push him over. Crane gets up and tries to help, but the stubborn competitor he is, Arsenal holds on for dear life. Arsenal whacks Crane with a punch, then rakes Newton in the eyes. Arsenal lands with his feet on the apron outside the ropes and leaps back into the ring over Newton's hunched form. He lariats Dynamite from behind, sending the man over the top rope and out to the floor. Dynamite is eliminated.

Doc: Down to two!!! Who gets a shot at the World Title in two weeks???

Brad: Why are you asking me? YOUR the expert!

Pickle gives Arsenal a low blow from behind, then a german suplex. Pickle seems to argue with himself for a moment, then decides to climb the top rope. He leaps, but Arsenal rolls out of the way. Crane crashes to the canvas with a dull thud. Arsenal picks him up and delivers a sit down powerbomb. In his daze though, Arsenal tries a cover, hooking the leg. After a few seconds, he realizes that he can't pin to win and gets to his feet. He slowly walks over and climbs to the top himself! But Pickle crawls over and shakes the ropes at the last second, sending Arsenal falling head over heels to the canvas.

Brad: These guys are just killing themselves with these high risk manuevers in a battle royal of all places!!

Doc: Just shows you what they are willing to do to get a shot at the gold!!

Crane pulls Arsenal to his feet and hits him a couple of times with punches to the face, then whips him into the ropes and gives him a frankensteiner!! Crane gets up and argues with himself again. He starts toward the turnbuckles to climb, but pauses and really starts to talk to himself. But he wastes precious time because it allows Arsenal to get up and charge him with a spear! Crane hits the mat with a sick crack. Arsenal picks him up and whips him into the ropes, propelling himself off the opposite ropes. Crane ducks the clothesline attempt and comes barrelling back, Arsenal stops himself on the ropes and pulls them down. Crane tries to put on the brakes, but can't. He flies over the ropes and hits the floor.

Brad: What a move!!!

Winner: ARSENAL X!!

Brad: Arsenal X will get his shot at the RAWF World Heavyweight Championship on Monday Night Chaos in two weeks!!!

Doc: He better prepare with more than just darts and swords!! Especially since it will be Dirge he faces!!

Brad: You don't know that yet!!

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Brad: It's now time to speak to the RAWF's very own Justin Fantastic!

The crowd cheer out loud at the mention of Justin.

Doc: Good grief, would you get a load of these fans , all for that little wiener Justin!

Brad: Do us all a favour Doc and shut your mouth during this.

We cut to a picture of Justin sitting in a wheel chair , he is looking tired, and lines of pain are worn into his face, he however smiles for the camera as he hears the voices of Brad and Doc.

Brad: Hey Justin! How ya doing, I would be the first of many to wish the best and tell you that were all behind you for a speedy recovery!

Justin: That's great Brad, thanks, and thanks to my fans who have flooded the health centre I'm at with cards, letters and flowers. It's been unimaginable how much of a response I've had!

Doc: Yeah you've finally got the fans on your side, just because they feel sorry for you!

Justin: Hey Brad, I hear a lot of fans feel sorry for you!

Brad: Why's that Justin?

Justin: Cus you've got to sit beside and listen to that moronic jerk every week. Screw you Dillinger! You'd be dangerous if you a had a brain and a set of testies!

Doc: Hey that's harsh Justin!

Justin: You wanna talk about harsh!? Some as*hole ran me down nearly two weeks ago. (shouting) And you're telling me I'm harsh to you!!!!?? You wanna see harsh, wait till I'm back and this car happy ba*tard will be feeling all my anger!!

Brad: Justin this incident has hit the locker room hard, there's a new form of tension there, paranoia is rife, all because of this.

Justin: Well if I was the guy who did this to me, I'd be pretty paranoid, that's for sure, my private investigator is working under cover, as well as the police, and Bill . I also hear Vice is looking into things as well.

Brad: How do you feel that Bill Fury among other's are looking for the perpetrator of this crime.

Justin: Well I'm hungering for my return so I can get to him myself. Good luck to who ever looks for the culprit, the sooner we get this guy to justice the better.

Brad: Do you have any idea who it is?

Justin: No, apparently the car was stolen so there's no leads there. All I know is that I'm coming back, if it's a year, or two years. I don't care I'm gonna be back. Oh yeah I want to give a well done to my baby April, you did me proud.

A distorted voice starts to speak ....

Voice: Hey Justin!

Justin looks around and realises it's someone interfering in the communications.

Voice: How you doing Justin, you don't look so good.

Justin: Listen, who is this?

Voice: Did you enjoy the ride I gave you on my car? It's a shame it couldn't have been longer!

Justin's eyes tighten, knowing full well the person who tried to kill him is now speaking to him.

Justin: Listen, you're better giving yourself up, cus sooner rather than later we're gonna find you!

Voice: That's what I want to happen Justin! There's no point in committing a crime if you can't take credit for it! Especially crippling a beloved hero of the fans!

Justin: When I find you! I'm not gonna hold back, I'm gonna kill you! If you do this to me you should have finished the job!

Voice: Kill you!? (laughs.) Watching you sitting in a chair like an invalid is much more fun! You see I didn't want to kill you, just break you, break you so bad you can't get put back together again.

Justin: Well you've failed on that one not a very nice person! And when I'm back your gonna get ten times worse than you have given to me!

Brad: We have people moving back stage , they're heading for the production truck!

We see Bill Fury , Vice and some security guards running out into the back parking lot of the arena.

Voice: I guess that's my cue to leave. Speak to you soon Justin, get better quick! So I can do it all again!

The voice disappears as we see Vice and Fury turning the corner, the production truck is in front of them!!

Vice: Why couldn't they keep these things closer to the building!?

Fury: Come on! There's nae time!

They rush up to the truck and enter. The person behind the voice is gone, all that's left is a technician lying face down in a pool of his own blood, a metal bar, a microphone connected to the large production machine.

Fury: Nutse!!!

Vice looks up closer and finds a copy of The RAWF Magazine, it's opened at a certain page. The Eric Crane article is on it, circled is the part talking about him and his history with cars. He shows it to Bill. Fury's eyes look back out the door.

Vice: Get paramedics for this guy!!

Bill: Ah'm gaunnae see this 'Pickles' guy just now!

Vice forces his way in front of Bill as they head out of the truck.

Vice: You have to be careful about this! The locker room's in turmoil as it is!

Bill: Ah huv tae!

Instinctively Bill grabs Vice and pulls him back into the truck.

Vice: Hey what you doing man?

A car vooms past where they were just standing! Vice looks out shocked, surprised. Fury leans back on the wall beside him, half relieved half scared, thinking he could have been the next victim of this psycho! He takes a deep breath as Vice composes himself.

Vice: Thanks .... I owe you one.

Bill: Forget it.

Fury leaps back into action and runs out into the yard where a crowd stands, Joe can be seen in it. Vice stands at the entrance of the truck, trying to survey what's happening.

Bill: Joe! Which way did he go?!

Joe points to the north exit. Fury Runs to his rental car only to see the tires have been slashed! He slams his hands and the bonnet hard, knowing that the criminal has escaped. We go back to Brad.

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Bourbon Street Fight BLACKOUT VS. MATT HIGGERSON

Levitan: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a BOURBON STREET FIGHT! Introducing first...the Radical American Wrestling Federation's Television Champion...

"Toxic" by Crazytown plays, and the arena goes dark as the crowd goes silent.

Levitan: From Whittier, California ... weighing 235 pounds ... this is BLACKOUT!

White lights begin to flicker as Blackout is seen being lowered from the ceiling on some kind of fork lift elevator. Blackout comes down wearing a black boxing type robe with his Television championship strapped securely around his waist on the inside of the robe. Behind Blackout is a familiar rapper known to everyone as 50 Cent.

Doc: Oh my God, I don�t believe it! How did Blackout manage to get that man to accompany him to the ring.

Brad: Just one of many things that make this the greatest night in our companies history.

Doc: You�re telling me and as we can see Blackout is leaving no corner turned. He seems to be pulling out all the stops.

50 Cent begins to rap to his song Back down on his newest recently released CD Get Rich or Die Trying. Fireworks begin to fly all around Blackout as he is finally lowered to ground level. Blackout walks off the platform and slowly begins to make his way down to the ring, all the while moving around as if to try to get himself pumped up.

Doc: I have never seen Blackout this focused, I can tell he needs this win.

Brad: Although I may not agree with many of the things that Blackout does, I have to say that this match will surely go down as a classic.

Blackout makes his way down the ramp and he holds up a bat wrapped in barbed wire. Paper cups, spit, and insults rain down on him, but he just points to the belt, makes a few aggressive gestures with the bat, and proceeds to make his way down to ringside with 50 Cent. As he nears the ring, he notices that the ring crew have littered the area with different weapons for the match. He sees cookie sheets, garbage cans, chairs, kendo sticks and other assorted goodies. Smiling as if he was the cat that swallowed the canary, he tosses a few "party favors" into the ring, then climbs in himself, 50 Cent trailing right behind him. Blackout removes his Black robe as the ring announcer hands him a microphone.

Blackout: Oh man the time has finally come. The time has finally come for me and Matt Daddy to face off in what will with out a doubt be the most brutal match the world has ever seen. Our path to Wrestlecade has been very long and drawn out, and I can guarantee that after tonight I will be done with Matt Daddy because I am going to move onto to bigger and better things. So Matt why don�t you bring your little punk *ss down here right no so I can kick it.

Levitan: And his opponent....

The lights go out, after a few seconds, "Never Gunna Stop"starts to play through the arena, Red and green fireworks come from the ramp. Then Matt Daddy comes through the curtain in a golf cart!!! He has his golf bag full of clubs, bats, sticks, and other athletic equipment that could be used in a street fight. He drives down the ramp, gets out of the cart, graps the bag, then climbs in the ring. He gets in the center of the ring and flexes while red and green fireworks go off at each turnbuckle. Keeping an eye on Blackout, he positions himself by a fire extinguisher.

Levitan: From Detroit, Michigan .... weighing 235 pounds ... this is MATT "DADDY" HIGGERSON!!!

Doc: Not only does Matt "Daddy" have to fight in a Bourbon Street Fight, he has to fight the Television Champion Blackout in a Bourbon Street Fight. Talk about having the short end of the stick at Wrestlecade! He should have gotten an easier match...he is the newest member of Evolution, don't you know.

Brad: What??? Who do you think this is...High Roller? Matt Daddy just won the award for Shining Star of the RAWF. He just joined the Evolution. He'll give Blackout a fight. He'll give him a damned good fight, so I don't feel sorry for him one bit!

The bell rings and Blackout charges Higgerson, Barbed-wire bat held high in anticipation. Matt Daddy opens fire with the fire extinguisher, temporarily blinding his opponent. With the advantage, Higgerson picks up and whacks Blackout with a golf club, sending him down. Dropping his weapon, Matt gets the champ to his feet and whips him into the corner, where he follows up with a clothesline. Propping a chair onto the fallen Blackout, Higgerson backs up, then runs full speed ahead, dropkicking the chair into his opponent. Discarding the chair, Higgerson goes for a pin...1-2-kickout! Blackout desperately thumbs Higgerson in the eyes, and gets out of the ring. Falling down, Blackout remains stationary on the floor. Matt tries to press his advantage and gets out of the ring, too. Picking up his opponent, Matt Daddy finds out the hard way that Blackout was "faking it." A fireball flies out from Blackout's hand, temporarily blinding Higgerson. Blackout introduces Matt to the ring post, then to a cookie sheet. Actually, Higgerson is more than introduced to the cookie sheet, he appears to have a full conversation with it as Blackout hammers him repeatedly with it. After the assault, the Television champ throws away the now-ruined kitchen device. Throwing his opponent in the ring, Blackout grabs a chair, and follows him in. Closing in on Higgerson's position, Blackout is stunned when his opponent pops up and mule kicks him before he has a chance to use his new chair. Flying back, the man from Whittier drops his weapon, ricochets off the ropes, and is met with a back body drop. Grabbing Blackout's barbed-wire bat, Matt waits for his opponent to stand up, then he sends the weapon careening into Blackout's stomach, opening up several holes and causing some bleeding. One shot later, and Blackout is bleeding from the forehead, as the crowd "oohs" and "aahs" and mostly cheers at Blackout's agony. Grabbing the Television champ, Higgerson drags him over to where the chair is laying, and positions him for a powerbomb. As Matt picks him up, Blackout sends several fists into Higgerson's face, causing him to fall back, and Blackout lands with a solid impact on Matt's chest. The ref is right there for the count...1-2-kickout! Blackout stands up then staggers over and grabs his bat. Sending the barbed wire into the now-standing Higgerson, Blackout makes sure he isn't the only one bleeding from the forehead. Kicking Matt to make him double over, Blackout brings the bat down hard on his opponent's back, causing several scars, and more blooodletting.

Brad: They can't possibly keep this pace up forever...someone's going to get killed!

Doc: This is a street fight, wussy. I expected blood. You SHOULD'VE expected blood. We got blood. Deal with it. Personally, I have started to enjoy the match since Blackout has gotten his bat back...

Brad: What a sadist. Too bad this isn't a straight wrestling match. I'd like to see who could OUTWRESTLE their opponent...not who could "outweapon" their opponent.

Doc: This is entertaining as hell...Two badasses killing each other...what more do you want?

Still bent over in pain, Higgerson is easy prey for Blackout as he hits a "rocker dropper." The champ goes for the pin...1-2-kickout! The mat starts to get a little bloody as the two men get to their feet. Blackout sizes up his competition, then hits a spinning heel kick. Grabbing a kendo stick, he smashes it into Matt Daddy's ribs, then brings it down on his bloody back, then he throws Higgerson out of the ring. Climbing to the top turnbuckle, Blackout leaps to drive a big elbow into his hapless victim. Unfortunately for Blackout, his victim wasn't so hapless. Grabbing a nearby stop sign, he swings and connects with the Television champ as he comes falling down. Nearly unconscious, Blackout rolls away, noticeably hurt. Higgerson stands up and hits him with the stop sign several times before ...uhh...stopping. Sliding Blackout back in the ring, Matt Daddy mounts the top rope himself, and hits a missile dropkick, sending the champ down. Higgerson makes the cover...1-2-kickout! Going back to the top for his patented frog splash, Higgerson is slow due to blood loss, and takes too much time. Leaping, Blackout gets out of the way, rolling the fire extinguisher in his way, instead. Possibly fracturing some ribs on that extinguisher, Matt Daddy crumples. Rolling off the weapon, he moans in pain, clutching his midsection. Blackout, without any mercy, picks up the extinguisher and sprays Higgerson with it, then clubs him with it for good measure. He makes the cover on his injured opponent...1-2-foot on the ropes. Angry, Blackout tosses him outside the ring. He slides out and positions Higgerson near some of the cables around the broadcast tables. Wrapping a cable around Higgerson's neck, Blackout chokes the hell out of him. Letting him fall, Blackout takes time to talk trash to the fans, spitting on Higgerson in the process. The Television champ lays Matt on the timekeeper's table, and retrieves his trusty barbed wire bat. Approaching Higgerson, Blackout raises the bat high, as if he was about to make a sacrifice. Before he can bring it down on his opponent, Higgerson swings the bell and clobbers the cocky champ. The bat, and the champ hit the floor.

Doc: Higgerson really rang his bell that time!

Brad: All jokes aside, this is just brutal. Someone's career, someone's health may be at stake...much more than just some match!

Doc: Why don't you just slap on your tutu "Mr. Nanny" and get some ballerina lessons. This is a Bourbon Street Fight. If you don't have the stomach for it, I'll finish the match myself!

Brad: I have the stomach for it...the question is...will these men ever be the same? What condition will this match put them in?

Matt grabs the nearest object, which happens to be a glass water pitcher that the ringside crew was using. Bringing it down on Blackout's head, the pitcher shatters, busting Blackout open even more. The ref thinks about stopping the match...but decides to give it more time. between the two of them, much blood had been spilled. Nearly slipping on it, Higgerson tosses Blackout back in the ring. A medical emergency crew, comlete with gurney, makes its way down to the ringside area, just in case. Crimson mask and all, Blackout starts swinging at everything around him. Matt charges him and takes him down. Slamming some fists into him, he settles the champ down nicely. Running the ropes, Higgerson drops a double knee to the gut. He also makes the cover...1-2-kickout. Wiping away some blood from his face, he thumbs Higgerson in the eye to even the score. He attempts to whip the challenger into the ropes, but Matt Daddy reverses it, sending Blackout into the ropes. When he returns, he surprises Higgerson with a Rolling Koppou kick. Acquiring a chair, he smashes it over Matt's head, to bust him up even more, to make him bleed as badly as he does.

Doc: That Blackout is one sick individual. I respect him for it.

Brad: Birds of a feather...

The Television champion heaves Matt outside the ring AGAIN, this time near the medical personnel. Following him out, Blackout shoves the medical team out of the way, props the gurney up, and slams it down on Higgerson. Scooping him up, he slams Matt on the gurney and starts pushing him up the ramp. Once he is at the top of the ramp, he runs and pushes Higgerson off of the stage. Crashing down in a heap, all anyone can see is a couple of limbs sticking out from under the gurney. Smiling and whistling a happy tune, Blackout struts back to the ring. Posing for the crowd in the middle of the ring, the Television champ is booed lustily. Giving much leeway in this match, the ref doesn't even start the count on Higgerson. Instead, he waits to see if the medical team can get him to safety. Once he knows that, he'll call for the bell and end the match, awarding it to Blackout. The crowd stops its booing and an eerie silence spreads throughout the arena. Waiting to see what happens to Matt Higgerson, the fans patiently wait. All of a sudden, the gurney flies off of Higgerson as he pushes it away. The crowd explodes in applause, and Blackout's jaw drops in disbelief. Limping severely, Higgerson makes his way to the ring and slides in. Blackout backs up at first...then goes on the attack. Matt low blows him before he can start swinging, however, and Higgerson trips him up, and slaps on an ankle lock. Blackout screams in pain...

Doc: No way! He can't possibly come back from that horrific beating to win this!?!

Brad: I don't believe this, either! Anything can happen in the RAWF...

Blackout amazingly gets to the ropes. Calling for the break, Higgerson looks downtrodden, since he used his reserves on the last push for victory. Unable to stand up on his right ankle anymore, he can only take a half-hearted defensive posture as Blackout swings a chair. Blackout applies the Nightmare Stretch to Higgerson, who is hardly in a position to defend himself. After all he has went through, Higgerson refuses to quit, and he passes out from the pain. The ref has no choice but to call for the bell...

Brad: What a display! He never gave up! He never submitted! Higgerson was not going to give Blackout the satisfaction of saying "I quit!" In that way, Matt did score a small victory!

Doc: Blackout has the satisfaction of getting a mark in the "W" column. I think he'll take his victory over the one Higgerson got, any day!

Winner as a result of referee's discretion: THE TELEVISION CHAMPION BLACKOUT!!!!

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Nine men will compete ..... but only ONE will leave the winner of the....

Sunday May 11th, 2003
American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida

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RAWF World Tag Team Championship INEVITABLES VS. CROSS CONNECTION (c)

The lights stay up. Black and Green glitter begins to pour down from the ceiling.

Levitan: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the RAWF Tag Team Championship!!! Introducing team number one ... from Parts Unknown .... with a combined weight of 611 pounds ... DEATH AND TAXES .... THE INEVITABLES!!!

"Mister Scary" by Dokken kicks up over the speakers. The crowd boos with some enthusiasm as Taxes, alone, comes out onto the entryway. He takes a few steps down the ramp and stops. He turns and looks back up the entryway. The lights go out. A single blood red spotlight hits a certain spot on the stage. The sound of a chill, evil wind blows through the speakers. Howling dogs and wolves echo around the Superdome. "Dream Warriors" by Dokken is now heard over the speakers. From under the stage, rising up on a platform, comes a casket, standing on it�s end. The casket stops and there is an explosion as pyro goes off and the lid of the casket explodes off, shattering into pieces. Within the casket lays the tall, intimidating form of Death, himself! He slowly walks forward as "Dream Warriors" continues over the speakers. He walks, slowly and methodically, down to his partner Taxes. He stops and the two me hesitate about a second and a half, then charge the rest of the way down to the ring, "Dream Warriors" finally fading from the PA.

Levitan: And their opponents...

"Around The World" by Union Underground begins to play as Jango Cross emerges from backstage...alone. He stands there for a few seconds, when suddenly Xavier Cross appears leaning on a crutch. The shiny RAWF Tag Team Titles are worn around their waists as they slowly make their way to the ring. The crowd, which usually boos the tag champs, gives The Cross Connection a nice welcome.

Levitan: From Dickson, Tennesee ... at a combined weight of 485 pounds ... they are the RAWF World Tag Team Champions .... JANGO CROSS AND XAVIER CROSS .....THE CROSS CONNECTION!!!

Xavier struggles, and works very hard to get up the steel steps. When he makes it to the top, the crowd cheers his efforts, and the fact that he made it. Jango had already slid under the ropes, and took a defensive posture, insuring that the challengers did not try an ambush on his injured brother. The ref also made sure of that, as he insisted only one member be in the ring, so Taxes stayed, and Death went out to wait on the apron.

Brad: What courage by Xavier Cross! The crowd has softened their views on the Connection, it takes a lot of heart to come out here llike that, and the fans are showing their appreciation, and getting behind the tag champs!

Doc: Excuse me while I puke! He's faking it. He's duping everyone but me! Who would come to face a couple of beasts like Death and Taxes on crutches. He is either very brave, or very stupid. And of those two choices, I say...he's faking it!

Brad: Huh????

The bell rings and Jango starts off against Taxes. Taxes had half-turned to say something to Death, and Jango came firing across the ring with a spear. The impact sent Taxes down, and Cross started to lay the lumber down. Death comes in and kicks the tag champ in the back, distracting him. Taxes then takes advantage by sitting up and headbutting his opponent. Jango rolls away, the ref gets Death out of the ring, and Taxes gets up to start menacing Xavier, who's standing on the apron. Rushing over to defend his brother, Jango is caught with a big boot. Cinching Jango up, Taxes Irish-whips him into the corner, where Death starts to hit him. Taxes joins the fun, and the ref starts giving them the business. Then Jango gives them the business as he starts fighting back! He hits Death, then Taxes. He hits Taxes, then Death. Grabbing both of their heads, he gives them a "double-noggin' knocker." Death falls off the apron, Taxes falls to the mat. The crowd goes wild as Jango turns Taxes into the Crossover! With Taxes about to tap, Death comes flying into the ring, hitting Cross in the back of the head with a forearm. The ref ushers out Death again, while Jango and Taxes lock up. Pushing Jango in the corner, Taxes makes the tag, and the two Inevitables pound away at the tag champ...1-2-3-4-Taxes gets on the apron. Trying to come back, Cross exchanges blows with Death. Back and forth they go, punch after punch. Jango, being faster, starts hitting more punches, which temporarily stun the big man. Not to be outdone, the Inevitable comes back with a knee to the stomach, then more punches. Whipping Jango into the ropes, Death clotheslines him down. Springing back up, the crowd starts to cheer, but abruptly stops as Jango gets hammered with another clothesline, sending him down for a second straight time.

Brad: This is a handicap match, but Jango is fighting with a spirit of a lion! Do you think we'll see some Wrestlecade magic and witness Jango Cross beating Death and Taxes to retain the belts?

Doc: No.

Brad: As always, your analysis is stunning in its complexity!

Scooping up Cross, Death hits him with a coupe of forearm smashes to soften him up, then he bodyslams the champ. Bouncing off the ropes, he connects with a legdrop, and covers for the count...1-2-kickout! Tagging Taxes, the Inevitables work over Jango, and hit a double vertical suplex. Taxes makes the cover as Death gets on the apron...1-2-kickout! Xavier starts to hold out his hand, as if wanting to make a tag. Taxes sees this and starts smiling under his mask. Chopping away at Jango, the crowd howls out with the standard "Flair whoos." Getting close to his corner, Taxes slaps on an abdominal stretch. As the ref asks Jango whether he wants to quit or not, Death reaches out and grabs his partners hand, adding to the leverage of the move. Everytime the ref looks, up, they stop, and look as innocent as possible. After several painful minutes, Xavier starts screaming at the ref. Trying to get in the ring, the ref comes over and dissuades him from getting in the ring. As his attention is turned elsewhere, the Inevitables break the stretch and start pounding on Jango. Cinching him up, they hit a double atomic drop. Clapping his hands together, Death stays in the ring, while Taxes gets on the apron. The official turns around to see a new person in the ring, and Death pantomimes a tag as if to say, "yeah, we tagged, honest!" Grabbing the groggy Jango, Death grabs him by the throat in preparation for a chokeslam. the tag champ promptly kicks him in the groing, and the crowd cheers the countermove. Holding his...hurt area...Death doesn't move when Jango whips around with a spinning heel kick. Getting right back up, Death is kicked in the stomach and treated to a diamond cutter. Getting up awkwardly, the Grim Reaper is treated to an inverted DDT. Jango makes a cover...1-2-Taxes breaks the count with a forearm!

Brad: Jango had this thing won! That DDT really planted Death.

Doc: Would'a could'a should'a! That was all legal-like. Taxes has a five count to get in and out of the ring. Its not his fault that the Cross Connection came out here one man short of a tag team.

Sowing down, Jango helps Death to his feet. Planting a punch, Jango then whips Death into the ropes. Taxes snags his partner before he can rebound. Tagging, Taxes comes in to wrestle a tired Jango Cross. Taxes gets in and stalks Jango. As he gets close, he tries to lockup. Jango ducks the lockup and grabs his arm, putting his body between Taxes' arm and body. Jango holds the arm and leans forward, putting his weight on Taxes' shoulder forcing him down to the mat. Adjusting, he turns it into an armbar for a rest. Not staying in it long, Taxes powers out and stands up. Jango stands up, too. The challenger initiates a slugfest, and gets the better end of the deal. Turning around, he pops Xavier in the face. Nearly falling off the apron, Xavier balances himself as Jango looks on horrified. Getting mad, Jango spears Taxes when he turns around to face him again. Picking him up, he whips "1040" into the ropes, and dropkicks him. Death tries to cme into the ring to help out his partner. As soon as he enters, the ref is right on him. Jango helps up Taxes, and whips him into the ropes, toward Xavier. When he gets there, Xavier cracks him with the crutch. Taxes goes down in a heap, Jango makes a cover, Death is screaming bloody murder, and the ref saw none of it. Promptly getting back to the apron, Death watches as the ref turns to make the count...1-2-Death pulls him off of his partner, then hits Xavier, this time sending him down. The crowd boos enthusiastically at the dastardly move. Jango spears Death and launches him outside the ring, opposite where his brother is laying. He slides out of the ring to tend to his brother.

Doc: Now the idiot isn't even thinking about the match. First, he comes out with a gimpy partner who really can't wrestle. Second, he spends his time worrying about said partner instead of taking care of business!

Brad: Somethings are more important than championship gold...

Doc: The hell you say! Gold is EVERYTHING in wrestling. If it isn't, then get out!

Taxes recovers his senses and gets out of the ring. The ref starts a count...1-2-3...as the count continues, Taxes grabs a chair and swings...at Xavier...Jango puts himself in front of the chair, taking its full force. Since Taxes wasn't trying to hit his opponent, he wasn't DQ's. ango falls to the ground, and is slung back in the ring. Death makes his way over, a chair in HIS hands, and they proceed to nail Xavier with a con-chair-to. Xavier goes down hard, and Death works over his legs with a chair. Taxes gets back in the ring and covers Jango...1-2-kickout! Medical personnel run down with a gurney and whisk Xavier away. Death resumes his place on the apron as Taxes attempts a powerbomb. Jango back body drops him, and looks for Xavier. Seeing being taken away, he tries to follow, but is stopped by his opponent, who drags him back by his hair. Whipping around, Jango swings wildly, and hits nothing but air. Taxes whips him into the Inevitable's corner, where he is clubbed by Death. Running in, Taxes splashes the wore out Cross. As he bounces out of the corner, Jango rolls up Taxes for a pin attempt...1-2-kickout! The crowd roars in its support of Jango, who still tries to pull out a victory. Tagging Death, Taxes stops Jango as he once again tries to go see about Xavier. Death and Taxes try a double back suplex, but Jango flips over before they candrop him. Turning around, they are greeted by a double clothesline. Cross slides under the ropes, and starts to head up the ramp.

Doc: Look at the coward taking the walk, going for the count-out to save his belt...

Brad: He wants to check on his brother for crying out loud...any of us would do the same!

Doc: If he cared about his brother, then he could've forfeited the titles, or not had Xavier come down...

Brad: What kind of monster are you? Have you no heart?

Death, the "fresher" of the Inevitables, sprints up the ramp, and catches Jango. Jango wheels around and starts slugging away at Death, getting the advantage. Taxes then catches up, and start pummeling the tag champ, and the double teaming wears him down. Dragging Jango back, the Inevitables throw him back in the ring. Exhausted, Cross stands up and faces Death. Jabbing and trying to stay away, his tired conditioned has weakened and slowed him Death catches up to the jabbing Jango, and headbutts him. Cinching him up, he hits a snap suplex. Picking up the champ, he powerslams the Technical Assassin. Going to the top turnbuckle, Death makes the sign for Sickle of Fate. Leaping, Death drops the leg...on the mat. Jango had moved out of the way, and now makes a cover...1-2-kickout! The crowd moans in frustration. Death tags Taxes, who comes in hitting a clothesine. Taxes whips Jango into the ropes, then applies a Thesz Press. Slamming his fists into Jango, Cross counters by swinging his legs up and over Taxes shoulders, sending 1040 falling flat to the mat, in a pinning predicament...1-2-kickout! Waving Death into the ring, Taxes sends a few shots into Jango's mug, then wraps his arms around Cross' torso elevating him slightly above his own head. Death runs over and clothesline's Jango, knocking him out of Taxes' grip. Taxes nails the Audit, tags Death, who finishes everything with a Sickle of Fate. The ref makes the count...1-2-3!

Brad: What courage! What heart! He almost beat both of those guys on several occasions, and he was still fighting even knowing that his brother was seriously hurt! I have never seen a performance like this...it was just incredible!

Doc: What crap! What a loser! He tried to run, got caught, got beat up...end of story. I suppose he will use his brother as an excuse, and that is low!

Brad: It doesn't matter what you say, the fans know the truth...

The Inevitables grab their belts and head back to their locker room, finally ignoring Jango. Jango gets up to an applauding crowd. Wincing, and limping in obvious pain, Cross heads back up the ramp to check on his brother, while the fans chant..."Jan-go Jan-go Jan-go!" Not really noticing, Cross, just focusing on finding out his brother's condition, disappears from sight as the crowd continues with..."Jan-go Jan-go Jan-go!"

Winners by pinfall: NEW RAWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS DEATH AND TAXES THE INEVITABLES!!!

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RAWF World Heavyweight Championship DIRGE (c) VS. JOHN PATRICK

Levitan: Ladies and Gentlemen .....this IS OUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!!!

The crowd responds with an overpowering roar of approval.

Levitan: It is scheduled for one fall ...and is for the RAWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Introducing first ....the champion!

Over the loud speakers, the Megadeth song "Take No Prisoners" plays...

"Got on chance, infiltrate them
Get it right, terminate them
The Panzers will, permeate them
Break their pride, denigrate them
And their people, retrograde them
Typhus, detriate them
Epidemic, devastate them
Take no prisoners, cremate them!"

Levitan: Accompianied to the ring by Alex Layne ....from Las Vegas, Nevada....weighing 390 pounds ...he is the RAWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION ...he is DIRGE!!!!

On the Radi-tron appears a metallic shot with "EVOLUTION" in huge letters. Dirge walks out of the tunnel as green and red neon stage lights flash through the dome. He holds the RAWF World Heavyweight Title overhead and begins to walk down the aisle, Alex following closely 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. 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 Alex for safe keeping. Alex leaves the ring and Dirge goes about his business.

Levitan: And now ...the challenger!!!

"Always, known in, all my time,
A little left of center now
Reflect as I realize,
That all I need is to find the middle pillar path
to sit like the sun by a star in the sky and just be.
Sinners, casting stones at me
I... I stand, not crawling, not falling down!!!"

Ninety thousand plus are on their feet, screaming at the top of their lungs. "Not Falling" by Mudvayne envelops the stadium.

Levitan: FROM WICHITA, KANSAS ....WEIGHING 252 POUNDS ...THE "LEGEND BY DESIGN" JOHN PATRICK!!!!

JP appears at the tunnel and the fans go bonkers. He struts down the aisle as Dirge looks on. Patrick climbs into the ring and points to the belt that Layne holds at ringside. A symbolic gesture of sorts.

Brad: And so it comes down to this! The greatest wrestling event in the business, and these two Legends will cap it off.

Doc: You can feel the tension in the air here in the dome! It's like nothing I've ever experienced before.

Patrick and Dirge stand face to face, staring at each other for what seems like minutes. They seem to be exchanging words. Finally, Dirge decides to make the first move, he rears back to strike, but like a cat JP drops to one knee and low blows the champion. Dirge's eyes bug out and he leans over slightly, allowing JP to uppercut him on the chin. Dirge spins away holding his jaw, then turns back. JP gets up and slugs him several times. Dirge takes each shot, but does not give ground. JP tries a dropkick and hits. Dirge wavers a bit, but does not fall. JP hits him with another. Dirge sways for a second, but still will not fall. JP gets up and gives a look of shock, then smiles wryly and blows at the champion. Dirge tumbles face first to the mat to the crowds immense delight. JP leaps high in the air and connects with a legdrop to the back of Dirge's head, then rolls him over for a quick cover. Ref counts 1...2...powerful kickout by Dirge that tosses JP aside with authority. Dirge starts to get up, but JP grabs him in a side headlock as he gets to one knee. JP grimaces with effort, cinching in the hold tight. Dirge's face turns a slight shade of red, and he grabs at JP's hair, trying to break it. The ref slaps Dirge's hand away from JP's locks, preventing the illegal break. After a few more seconds, Dirge stands up and elbows JP in the midsection. JP yelps in pain, but continues to hold on. Dirge sends another elbow into Patrick's stomach, causing the hold to be released. Dirge bounces off the ropes and hits JP with a crushing shoulderblock that flips JP over so that he lands face first on the mat. Dirge bounces off the ropes again and goes for a Nevada Nightmare! But Patrick gets out of the way, and Dirge crashes to the canvas holding his leg, writhing in pain. Ever the opportunist, JP stomps on the leg several times in rapid fire motion. Each time Dirge grunts out loud and grimaces. JP grabs the injured leg of the champ and executes a step-over toe hold. Dirge again tries to grab the hair of Patrick as he's leaning down, but the ref is right there to prevent it. JP tries to roll the big man over into a Legend Lock, but Dirge kicvks him hard in the rump, sending him face first into the turnbuckles.

Doc: I'll hand it to JP. Good opening strategy against the champ! If he keeps at that injured leg and takes the mobility out of Dirge, he has a good chance.

Brad: My ears must be damaged from this crowd .... I could of sworn you just said something nice about Patrick.

Doc: Get over it Brad. I doubt I'll have many more chances once Dirge gets warmed up.

JP turns around, still a bit stunned. Dirge struggles to his feet and hits JP with three punches to the face that sends The Legend By Design to one knee. Dirge sends a knee right to the bridge of JP's nose. JP starts to slump to the mat, but Dirge grabs him by the back of the head and holds him there while he knees him again ...and again ...and once more for good measure. Then he lets him fall to the mat and laughs. Dirge soaks in the boos and catcalls the ninety thousand plus in the dome give him with a smile. He hauls JP to his feet and whips him into the ropes. He pwerslams JP on the return and hooks the leg for a cover. The ref gets into position and counts 1...2...kickout by JP. Nonplussed, Dirge grabs a hold of JP's hair and hauls him into a sitting position, then applies a wicked looking chinlock. JP grabs at the arm around his throat, trying to pry it off, but Dirge holds fast. We hear Dirge yell "Who's the Legend now??!!!" as he squeezes the chinlock on even tighter. JP raises an arm into the air and the fans start stomping on the floor, shaking the Superdome with a noise reminicent of an earthquake or avalanche. JP's arm starts shaking and he manages to get to one knee ...then to his feet. Dirge tries to maintain the hold, but JP elbows him in the gut three times, finally forcing him to let go. JP tries a kick to the groin, but Dirge catches it and nails him with a short arm clothesline. The force of the move sends JP rolling under the ropes and out onto the floor. Layne comes stalking over and picks JP back up and rolls him back into the ring. Dirge gives a Layne a small "thank you" salute, then proceeds to attempt to stomp JP into oblivion. After several of these stomps, Dirge picks JP up and tries a powerbomb. He gets JP up in the air, but at the apex of the move, JP starts pounding him with fists to the face. After ten of them, Dirge falls back, JP still on his shoulders. JP rolls off of the champ and crawls over to the ropes to catch his wind.

Brad: JP's got to keep the match at a quicker pace. If he keeps letting Dirge wear him down with power, he won't have the energy to keep up.

Doc: It's just a matter of time. Dirge is the most dominant force in RAWF. He's proved that many times over the last few months. Patrick is going to need more than a miracle.

Both men get up and meet at center ring. Dirge hits JP with a right hand. JP returns it with one of his own. Dirge sends him another one. JP responds with a forearm smash. Dirge tries to shake it off and hit JP again, but JP ducks and lays an elbow shot to Dirge's stomach, taking the wind momentarily from the monster. JP hits him with a Diamond Cutter! The crowd "oooohs" and cheers as JP pulls the champ to his feet and tries to execute a Patrick Plant, but Dirge reverses it into a backdrop. JP hits with a loud crack, but amazingly stands right back up. Dirge fixes that wagon by with a sitdown jawbreaker. JP does a little leaping dance before taking a header to the mat. Dirge pulls him to his feet and whips him like a rocket into the corner. Dirge charges after him for an avalanche, bit JP brings a knee up right into the champ's face. Dirge staggers back and JP climbs to the second rope and comes down with a lariat that takes both men to the mat! JP gets up and sucks in some air and waits for Dirge to get up. JP hits the ropes and nails Dirge with a high knee to the chest. Dirge staggers back into the ropes and gets tangled up in them. The crowd goes crazy and JP looks to them for support with a slight grin on his face. He walks up and whacks Dirge with several chops, then launches himself into the ropes opposite of where Dirge is trapped. But as JP is coming at him, Dirge manages to untangle himself and sit down on the mat, pulling the top rope with him. JP tries to stop himself, but to no avail as he careens over and hits the ring apron hard. Dirge stand up and reaches over the ropes and pulls JP to his feet. He nails JP with a right hand. JP leans way back from the impact, but holds on with one hand to the top rope, not falling to the floor. Dirge nails him again with the same result. Dirge swings a third time, but JP ducks on pure instinct and gives Dirge an inverted neckbreaker. With the ropes adding to the momentum, Dirge goes flying backward to the mat. JP climbs into the ring and hits an elbow drop on the champ and tries a cover. Ref counts 1...2...kickout by Dirge. JP pulls Dirge to his feet and hits him with an uppercut, then a haymaker. Dirge flounders and falls into the nearby ropes. JP chops him across the chest, then whips him into the ropes. JP launches himself off the opposite ropes and tries a bodypress, but Dirge deftly catches him and executes an overhead slam.

Brad: Dirge is one of the best in the business at the "momentum killer" type of moves! That was definitley one of them!

Doc: Yeah, he doesn't NEED Alex Layne at ringside like you think he does. Dirge can beat JP all by himself. Layne is down there strictly as a bodyguard to replace Drugonov.

Brad: I doubt that very much Doc.

Dirge pulls JP to his feet and executes a chokeslam. The impact of the move causes the crowd in the Superdome to groan. Dirge tries an arrogant cover, placing one foot on JP's chest. The ref counts 1...2...JP squirms out. Dirge kicks JP in the ribs jovially, toying with him before dropping a huge elbow to his chest. Dirge covers seriously this time, hooking the leg. 1...2...thr....JP gets a shoulder up just in time. With a leer on his face, Dirge picks JP up and lifts him high over his head and nails the Soul Auctioneer!!! Dirge grins and circles JP for a moment, then drops down and covers him. 1...2...JP again gets the shoulder up a split second before the ref slaps three!

Doc: I can't believe it!!! He kicked out of the Soul Auctioneer!!!! He kicked out!!!

Brad: Dirge waited too long to cover!

Bewilderment adorns Dirge's face, but grabs JP and hauls him to his feet quickly. He goes to try the move again, but JP squirms out of it and lands on his feet behind Dirge. He nails him in the groin with a kick and quickly executes a Patrick Plant!!! But JP is unable to capitalize, his energy spent for the time being. He collapses to the mat as well. Both men lie motionless as the crowd chants "JP...JP...JP...JP...!" Outside the ring, Layne is yelling something at Dirge, trying to revive him with words. The ref counts to eight before JP manages to sit up and crawl to his feet. Dirge also manages to get up, but JP is on him the moment he's vertical with several roundhouses to the face. The champ reels and almost falls, JP propels off the ropes and hits a lariat that takes the big man down. JP seems to have caught his second wind. He stands up and bellows out a warcry that the fans react to with tremendous enthusiam! Dirge pulls himself up on the ropes in the corner. Jp charges and hits with a stinger splash. He holds the champ there and straddles him on the second ropes. He hits him the normal ten times with the fans counting, then manages to lift him up and sit him on the top rope.

Brad: HE'S GOING TO TRY TO SUPERPLEX HIM!!

Doc: Impossible!!! There's no way!!! Patrick's a fool to try it!

JP tires once to lift the champ up, but fails. He tries again with the same results. Dirge tries reversing it and actually gets JP up in the air, but can't get him all the way over. JP comes down and regains purchase on the turnbuckle ...then with a mighty effort ....executes a top rope belly-to-belly suplex on Dirge!!! The crowd comes to their feet, rocking the Superdome with an unbelievable noise. JP slowly crawls over and drapes an arm over the champ. The ref covers 1...2...Dirge gets a shoulder up and the crowd lets out an "awwwwww". JP climbs to his feet, holding his back. He looks around dazed, then seems to gather himself. He grabs Dirge by the ankles and tries to execute the Legend Lock. Dirge resists, fighting to not be turned over into the hold, but JP wins out and cinches it in!! Dirge bellows in agony as JP grimaces and leans back with all his might. The ref asks Dirge, Dirge ingnores him. The crowd is begging the champ to submit. At ringside, Alex Layne looks on, concern etched on his face. Dirge desperately drags JP toward the ropes, then stops short and raises a hand as if to tap out.

Brad: HE'S GOING TO TAP! HE'S GOING TO TAP!! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!

Dirge does NOT tap out however, he reaches forward with a burst of adrenaline and grabs the bottom rope. The ref taps JP on the shoulder and tells him to release the hold. JP does so relunctantly. He grabs Dirge by the hair and hauls him to his feet. He nails him with a chop across the chest, then tries for a slam, but the weight of the champ is too much and his knees buckle. JP falls back with the weight of the champ on top of him. Ref counts 1...2...JP squirms a shoulder up just in time. Dirge gets groggily to his feet and JP crawls away over to a corner to pull himself up. Outside the ring, Layne has apparently seen enough, and he walks over and grabs a chair.

Brad: What's Alex Layne doing with that?? Don't tell me he's going to get Dirge disqualified to save the title!!

Doc: I won't tell you anything. But I bet he is!!

Dirge charges JP in the corner, but Patrick gets out of the way and Dirge hits the turnbuckle face first. JP sneaks behind him and rolls him into a cradle. Ref counts 1...2...kickout by Dirge. Meanwhile, from the tunnel, a staggering Eric Drugonov appears! He comes down the aisle as both men get up and Dirge levels JP with a clothesline. Dirge notices Eric come to ringside and walks over to the side of the ring. Eric points at Layne and yells something.

Brad: What's going on??? What's he saying?

Doc: I can't tell!

Brad: Wait a minute, I think I heard it....he said LAYNE IS THE ONE WHO ATTACKED HIM!!

Doc: WHAT??? THAT CAN'T BE!!

Dirge looks over at Layne with a look of rage! He starts toward the other side of the ring ....but JP intercepts him! JP nails him with a groin shot, then delivers a twist of fate! Eric starts to crawl into the ring, but Layne has snuck over and nails him across the back with the chair! The ref sees this and walks over to order both men to the back .... or at least try to. JP picks Dirge up and hits the Legend Drop!!! He covers and slaps the mat 1...2...3! But the ref is distracted. Layne yells at the ref to turn around...and he finally does after several precious seconds. He counts 1...2...Dirge is just milliseconds away from being ex-champ when he raises up a shoulder. Eric stands up and whacks Layne with a forearm, causing him to drop the chair and fall to the floor. Eric rolls into the ring as JP gets up. Eric charges him, but JP ducks and catches him with a Legend Drop as well! The crowd cheers, then tries to warn JP as Dirge gets up and clobbers him from behind with a Spinebreaker!!!! Dirge quickly covers JP with a hook of the leg. The ref counts 1...2...3!!

Winner by pinfall: STILL WORLD CHAMPION DIRGE!!!

Brad: JP WAS ROBBED! JP WAS ROBBED!! MY GOD, THIS IS BUL#$HIT!!!

Doc: Jesus Brad, calm down! Watch that blood pressure.

Brad: Shut up you biased son of a bitch! Even a moron like you can understand the concept!!

Doc: How rude.

Dirge slowly and painfully gets to his feet and the ref hands him his belt. Behind them, Alex Layne rolls back into the ring, chair in hand. Before the ref can raise Dirge's hand in victory, Layne wallops him with the chair on the back of the head. Dirge falls like an oak tree ...face first to the mat. The crowd cheers Layne, yelling for him to do it again!!

Doc: Oww! That had to hurt!! What a jealous bastard Layne is!!

Brad: Hit him again! Hit the son of a bitch again!!

Doc: Oh no, YOUR not biased yourself are you Baxter?

Layne stands over Dirge with a smile on his face, taking in the fans cheers. Godsmack appears on the stage again and starts playing "Bad Religion"

Brad: I tell you what, Dirge may not have lost his title tonight like he SHOULD have, but at least he was depived of his victory celebration! It's not Dirge standing tall, it's Alex Layne!!!

Doc: Oh yeah, THAT'S something to be proud of. Until Dirge gets his hands on Layne that is!

Brad: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us for Wrestlecade!! We'll see you on May 11th in Miami for RAWF TRIPLE CROWN!!

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