August 23, 2003
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The lights in the arena go out. Suddenly, there's a blast of pyro as the opening video for UWF theEDGE! is playing on the jumbotron and "Superstar (theEDGE! version)" by Saliva booms loudly.
Now has come the day that I take the lead And I make you follow Toast your champagne cuz I came for greed And not for tomorrow Filthy magazines is all what I need And all what I planned on Where's my limosine it's just like a dream That I wont wake up from YEA Make me a superstar YEA It don't matter who you are YEA Make me a superstar YEA No matter who you... And all of my pills and all of my drags Is makin me makin me makin me And all that I feel and all that I see Is makin me makin me makin me Razorblades and lines And I walk the line Without fearing no-one Damn my throat is dry I can't taste the wine From these empty bottles If it feels good then it feels good And I do it all day You want me to play you best bring your brain You best bring your money YEA Make me a superstar Yeah It don't matter who you are YEA Make me a superstar YEA No matter who you are Cover me in greed cuz you planted the seed When you fed my ego Needles and disease fool invincible me Like some kind of hero Is it no surprise that I'm paralized By my fame and fortune As I close my eyes and dive into the sky I'm dead twenty seven YEA Make me a superstar YEA It don't matter who you are YEA Make me a superstar YEA No matter who you... And all of my pills and all of my drags Is makin me makin me makin me And all that I feel and all that I see Is makin me makin me makin me And all of my pills and all of my drags Is killin me killin me killin me And all that I feel and all that I see Is fakin me fakin me fakin me YEA Make me a superstar YEA It don't matter who you are YEA Make me a superstar YEA No matter who you are The fireworks erupt as the fans in attendance go crazy. SUPERSTAR Johanna: Making his way to the ring, providing commentary for this evening, Joey Styles! "This is Extreme" by Harry Slash and the Slashtones hits as Styles steps into the ring and holds onto the mic. Johanna: And his broadcast colleague, Joel Gurtner! "Want" by Disturbed hits as Gurtner enters the ring as his parnter holds the mic up. Styles: Welcome, everyone, to the second edition of theEDGE! You're tuning into the Universal Wrestling Federation. My name is Joey Styles- His partner takes the mic away, mid-sentance Gurtner: And well, well, well. It is I, the returning quintessential studmuffin, Joel "I may not be a wrestler, but I'm still the man / who will give your girlfriend the desired body slam / into the ground and into the bed / as I lay her down and she gives me #3@&" Gurtner. The fans cheer as the two take their seats ringside. ~*COMMERCIAL BREAK*~ The scene opens on Muscle Beach. There are good-looking women swimming around everywhere, but no guys. We turn to see all the guys working out. In the center stands Payne. He's spotting an obviously scronny man by holding the center of the bar. Payne: Good-looking women are always coming my way. Two women walk by and look him over. Women: Hope to see you next Sunday Payne: But they just can't do it for me. Man: And why is that? Payne looks over to the camera and lets go of the bar which falls onto the chest of the scronny man. He begins to yell out to Payne who is just walking away. He climbs into his convertible and revs up. Payne: Because I have somewhere else to be. He drives off as his tires screech and flames shoot out his tailpipe. Suddenly, there's the uWf's PPV logo. Rave Guerrera: Universal Wrestling Federation presents Afterburn, next in eight days, brought to you by House of Performance. There's more faster out there: us! Pamela Michaels Anderson Lee Rock walks into view an stands posing with Payne. Pam: Feel the burn! With the commercial break over, we are back to see someone already standing in the ring. Johanna: Tonight's opening match is scheduled for one fall. First, in the ring, standing 6'3 and weighing 230 pounds, Alex Braun! And his opponent, standing 6'3 and weighing 257 pounds- Johanna Tyrus is cut off as Rave Guerrerra appears on the jumbotron. He's holding Juliya by the arm. Bryan Todd is pissed. Rave: I'm not going to let your girlfriend go out there and ruin another first, this kid's first match in UWF. So you're going out alone. Security! Keep her back here. David Castillo walks up to Juliya and restrains her as Rave walks away while, in the open part of the arena, "Sad But True" by Metallica is playing. An upset Bryan Todd heads out. He briskly walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. Ding! Ding! Ding! Alex Braun vs Bryan Todd Bryan Todd and Alex Braun lock up in the corner. Braun gets in a headlock, but the root of all evil pushes him against the ropes and sends him across the ring. The god, however, nails a shoulder block sending his opponent onto his back. He hits the ropes; Braun springs to his feet and ducks; Todd leapfrogs. He hits the other ropes and runs into a dropkick sending him rolling out of the ring. Alex Braun plancha's off the top rope to the Bryan Todd who nails a dropkick in the midsection. Braun is laid out holding his midsection. The god picks him up by the head and rolls him into the ring. Todd climbs to the top rope and goes for an elbow drop and connects. He covers. Ramos: 1...2...break Bryan Todd lays in the boots on the newcomer, then picks him up by the head. Braun breaks Todd's grip and nails some right hand punches of his own sending the god back against the ropes. Bryan Todd, however, nails a knee to the gut. He whips Alex Braun across the ring and goes for another knee, but Braun rolls through for a school boy. Ramos: 1...2...break Alex Braun now has the advantage as he picks up the god by the arm, gets the arm wrench and nails the back heel kick. He puts his foot over the Bryan Todd and flexes. Ramos: 1...break The god kicks out, and Braun is upset. He goes for an elbow drop, but the god moves. Both men get up at the same time. They exchange blows until the god gets the upper hand. He whips Alex Braun into the corner and follows in. Braun hits chest first and bounces back colliding the back of his head with the front of the head of Bryan Todd. The two go down. Styles: Their heads hit; they're both down. Gurtner: I think they're both out as Matthew Ramos counts. Ramos: 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8... The god is up and nails a few right hands. He ducks an Alex Braun punch and gets a waistlock. Braun mulekicks the god in the groin. Referee Matthew Ramos gets after Alex Braun for it, but the UWF newcomer quickly picks up Bryan Todd and nails a reverse F-5 Styles: That's his finisher, it's called the Eclipse! Ramos: 1...2...3 "Lobster" by Bender hits, and Alex Braun celebrates his victory. The shot then changes to that of Lu Yen's locker room. He's there with his pimp. Pimp: Man, tonight, you're going to make your mark. I know you lost last week, but this week be different. You be takin on some punkass n!66@ named Assassin. Ass in, ass out, that's how this business work, ya heard me? Lu: Uh....sure. Pimp: Now get out there, and lay down your thang. Make us some money! ~*COMMERCIAL BREAK*~ Back from the commercial break, Assassin is already in the ring awaiting his opponent. Johanna: In the ring, from Toronto, Canada, standing 6'5, it's Assassin! The lights in the arena fade out. Johanna: And his opponent, from Nagasaki, Japan, standing 5'8, Lu Yen! A loan spotlight illuminates the walkway and "Turning Japanese" By the Vapors begins to roar across the sound system. Lu Yen steps into the spotlight and begins to casually walk to the ring. As he dives in the ring he leaps on the second turnbuckle and stares down the audience. As Lu stands in the middle of the ring, he extends his middle finger out to the fans very calmly and starts laughing. From behind, he's taken down with a clothesline to the back of the head. Ding! Ding! Ding! Lu Yen vs Assassin Assassin immediately starts stomping away on Lu Yen and then repeatedly drops elbows. He eventually picks up Lu Yen by the head and whips him into the ropes. He goes for a back body drop, but Lu Yen turns, putting his back on that of Assassin and flips over landing on his feet. When Assassin turns around, he's nailed with a spin heel kick. Lu Yen whips Assassin into the corner and goes for a monkey flip, but Assassin turns and puts Lu Yen on the top rope. Yen delivers a right hand slap that sends Assassin down. When the newcomer gets up, Lu Yen goes for a thez press, but Assassin dropkicks the Japanese man in the crotch. With Lu Yen down, he covers. Batts: 1...2...break Lu Yen grabs the top rope. Assassin gets angry that he doesn't get the pin and picks up Lu Yen. Lu Yen hooks in a school boy and, instead of grabbing the back of the tight, he grabs Assassin by the balls and pulls on then. Gurtner: Holy shit! Batts: 1...2...3 Ding! Ding! Ding! Johanna: And this is your winner, Lu Yen! ~*COMMERCIAL BREAK*~ Back from commercial, Ricky Hope is already in the ring. Johanna: In the ring, from Toronto, Canada, Ricky Hope! And his opponent, from the Jersey shore, accompanied to the ring by Delerium, Sin! A drawn out reverb plays over the loudspeakers, echoing throughout the arena, as "Rock is Dead" by Marylin Manson begins to pipe through to the ears of everyone listening. The bright lights of the arena dim down and the only illumination left is the red lights of the cameras rolling and fans taking pictures. A hollow red glow begins to eminate through rising smoke at the entrance way. The camera cuts to a framed shot of the entrance curtains which are now an ominous blood red from the glow. The curtains part and a man wearing a strange black and red ronin robe with menacing shoulder pads, and a masking hood steps onto the walkway. Sin holds his hands up as if recieving praise, but instead boos and yells of hatred. His valet, Delerium, steps out from behind him. They walk down to the ring with a rather quick pace. Grabbing the bottom rope, Sin pulls himself up onto the apron on one knee. He stands up and steps through the ropes into the ring. Delerium steps through with an exageratted sense of modesty. Sin climbs up onto the turnbuckles and removes the hood. He jumps back down as the bell sounds. Ding! Ding! Ding! Ricky Hope vs Sin Delerium jumps out of the ring as Sin and Ricky Hope circle eachother. The two lock up and Ricky Hope goes behind and gets in a waist lock. Sin does a standing switch and goes for a German suplex, but Ricky Hope flips totally over, landing on his feet. He jumps up for a leg drop, but nobody's home as Sin springs to his feet and delivers a standing moonsault. He hooks the leg, but Ricky Hope quickly pushes out and gets to his feet. The two stand staring eachother down as the fans applaud their last exchange. Styles: The fans are starting to respect each competitor in this matchup. Gurtner: Who cares about respect. Let's see someone bleed! Styles: Sin's more used to that, but he's here nonetheless in this singles match against the veteran Ricky Hope. Ricky Hope sticks out his hand to be shook, but Sin pokes him in the eye. He grabs his head and leg in a fisherman's hold and picks him up for the suplex but drops Hope down in a monstrous DDT. He covers. Batts: 1...2...break Ricky Hope is able to kick out, and Sin puts on a rear chin lock. Hope starts fighting to his feet and delivers some back elbow shots. He turns around and picks up Sin for a side suplex into an elbow drop, hitting Matt Hardy's Ricochet. He gets to his feet, jumps over his opponent and springs off the middle rope going for a Lionsault. Sin moves. Ricky Hope lands on his feet and eats the boot of Sin in the form of a Shining Apprentice. Sin springs to his feet and delivers a standing shooting star press, but Hope picks his knees driving them into the gut of Sin. With Sin doubled over, Ricky Hope hooks both arms and tigersuplexes Sin up and drops him in a backbreaker, an old-school Chris Jericho move. Hope then jumps to the middle turnbuckle and connects with a lionsault. Batts: 1...2...break Flustered, Ricky Hope picks up Sin. He whips Sin into the corner, but Sin reverses. Ricky Hope catches himself with his hands on the top rope. Hope jumps to the top rope and goes for a moonsault, but Sin catches him on his shoulder. Gurtner: Holy hell. I don't believe this power from Sin. Styles: Not powerfull enough. I think he's dropping Ricky Hope. Gurtner: No, he's setting him up. Sin puts Ricky Hope in powerbomb position and hooks all the limbs, delivering a reverse styles clash. Styles: Oh, my God. What impact! Gurtner: That's the CruciFiction! Batts: 1...2...3 Ding! Ding! Ding! Johanna: And here is your winner, Sin! ~*COMMERCIAL BREAK*~ The shot opens with Sin in Rave Guerrerra's office. Sin: That match was too easy. I should've had his place in the tournament. Tonight, I beat his ass. Rave: I know, man. Personally, I would've loved to have seen you face Payne, but things don't work out as we hope, now do they? Sin: No, they sure don't. C'mon, man. I wanted to make an impact. I wanted a big bang on my entrance, and instead I had to settle for that! Rave: Okay, you want a big match. You'll have one at Afterburn. Sin: Against who? Rave: I don't know Sin: Damnit, find out. You know, if I was in that Tournament, I would be facing Chris Hunter or Wolverine for the Universal belt. Rave: Well, I don't know who is their calibur I can give you. Maybe Eric Draven. Sin: He lost last week. I need a winner. Rave: Well, that's the only person I know of who beat Chris Hunter. And as for Wolverine, the only person I can think of that's here was the R-...that's it. At Afterburn, you will be going against Jeff Ross for the DeathMatch title! Sin: Now that's more like it. Thanks, Rave. Rave: No, thank you. The shot is back at the arena. Out of the entryway, fog commences to descend from the floor. As the fog continues to pile up, the arena lights slowly dim. Various navy blue spotlights from the floor turn on. By now the fog has completely covered the entryway. From the fog, a figure is seen making his way through the entryway. Johanna: This next match is to determine the first finalist in the Universal Title Number One Contender Tournament. Introducing first, standing 6'2 and weighing 230 pounds, Snakke! Wearing his usual black stealth body suit, Snakke makes his way down the ramp with an occasional limp. As he makes his way toward the ring, Snakke occasionally glances toward the audience. He makes his way to ringside and heads for the stairs. He walks up the stairs, bends through the second and third rope. He makes his way to the center and turns facing the crowd. From his back pocket, he takes out a dark brown cigarette and matches. He places the cigarette between his lips and lights up the match. Smoothly, Snakke tilts his head to light the cigarette. He shakes his left hand to turn off the match then tosses it to the audience. He sticks the remaining matches in his back pocket and turns toward the ramp to await his competitor. Johanna: And his opponent, standing 6'3-1/2" and weighing 270 pounds, Executioner! The music for Metallica�s Harvester of Sorrow begins to ring throughout the arena. The heavy music continues to pour in, as the crowd begins to grow a little impatient. Finally the lights turn of, just as the words of the song begin to play, and a shadowy figure steps out from behind the curtains, with a purple spot light on him. My Life Suffocates Planting Seeds of Hate The figure starts to head towards the ring. He is carrying what appears to be an axe. I've Loved, Turned to Hate Trapped Far Beyond My Fate I Give You Take As he nears the ring, you can see that it indeed appears to be the Executioner in a cloak. This Life That I Forsake Been Cheated of My Youth You Turned this Lie to Truth He makes it to the ringside steps, stops looks out around the crowd and slowly steps up. Anger Misery You'll Suffer unto Me After climbing the steps he finally enters the ring. Harvester of Sorrow Language of the Mad Suddenly all lights completely go out, even the purple spotlight. Harvester of Sorrow The lights turn back on now, as the song fades. Executioner is standing behind Snakke. Snakke does not realize this and looks around the ring, for where his opponent may have disappeared to. Suddenly, the Executioner goes for the beheading. Styles: He missed. Gurtner: No, he didn't. It was a hologram! Snakke slides into the ring after coming out of the audience and begins to shoot right hands at the Executioner as the bell sounds. Ding! Ding! Ding! Snakke vs Executioner Snakke knocks the Executioner into the corner and begins kicking him in the stomach until he goes down and then starts stomping on his chest. Gurtner: The two men are the same height, but the Executioner is the heavier of the two men, the stronger of the two men. Snakke, though, will give you all he's got and take all you've got. Styles: Finally, you're starting to sound like a wrestling commentator. Gurtner: So now I sound like you....boring Executioner reaches his hand out and grabs Snakke by the face with an Iron Claw to the face. Executioner makes it to his feet, but Snakke tries to reverse the hold into a Crippler Crossface by bringing down the arm of Executioner across his body, but Executioner grabs around the waist of Snakke, picks him up and lands the backbreaker. He then pulls down on the near leg and the chin of Snakke. Gurtner: BackBreaker Vice. I think Snakke's going to give up. Styles: There is no quit in Snakke. Gurtner: You know what, Joey. I also have a one-eyed snake. Wanna' see? Styles: Ewwww! Snakke delivers some punches with his far hand, and Executioner lets go of the the leg. Snakke flips over using his opponent's leg as a fulcrum and lands on his feet. He grabs Executioner's head and delivers a bulldog. He then covers. Ramos: 1...2...break Snakke wastes no time and drives an elbow into the face of the Executioner. He picks him up and whips him into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but the heavier Executioner doesn't go down. Snakke hits the ropes and goes for another clothesline, but Executioner still stands. Styles: He's standing like a wall Snakke goes for another clothesline, but Executioner catches the arm and delivers an arm drag. Snakke hits the ground and rolls onto his knees. Executioner drops a big leg onto the back of Snakke's head. He picks up Snakke by the hair and hooks him in vertical suplex position. He picks Snakke up and, with Snakke still vertical, the Executioner runs the full length of the ring before slamming his opponent hard on the mat. Crowd: oooh. Gurtner: Executioner with a running suplex Ramos: 1...2...break Executioner gets up and goes for his vintage knee drop to the throat, but Snakke quickly rolls out of the way. Executioner hits his knee hard very hard and holds it in pain. Snakke grabs that leg of his opponent and drops an elbow to the inside of the knee. Executioner's hurting as Snakke gets up and hits the elbow again. He gets up and hooks both legs. He rolls forward and covers Executioner. Ramos: 1...2...break Executioner gets up with a bridge from a waistlock on Snakke. He turns it over and then goes for a backslide. He lets go of one arm and swings Snakke around with the other and delivers a hard clothesline to the throat of Snakke who goes immediately down. Executioner delivers an elbow drop and covers. Ramos: 1...2...break The frustrated Executioner signals for the end with a cutting motion with his hand across his neck. Snakke is sitting up, and Executioner gets in a dragon sleeper. He picks up Snakke onto his feet, and Snakke immediately jumps up with both knees into the chest of the Executioner. Executioner loosens his grip enough for Snakke to grab the head of the Executioner over his shoulder, run up the second rope as if for a dudley dog and fips over into a reverse ddt (sliced break no. 2). The two men are now both out. Ramos: 1....2....3....4....5....6....7.... Executioner is the first to his feet, but Snakke is behind by a mere second. Executioner goes for a knee to the gut, but Snakke catches the leg and trips the other one. He hooks both of Executioner's legs and tries to lock in the Escape, but Executioner holds his legs firm. Unable to turn over his opponent, he does the next best thing and falls back catapulting the Executioner into the corner. Executioner hits his head on the top rope, and turns around. Snakke runs at him, but Executioner delivers a big boot to the face. Snakke falls onto his back while the Executioner falls turning around and landing with his chest across the middle rope. He's obviously winded. Gurtner: What the hell is going on here? Styles: It's Lu Yen's...."manager" The pimp jumps on the side ring apron, distracting the referee. Lu Yen comes out of the audience from across the ring behind the Executioner. He runs into the ring and delivers a 6-1-9 onto the man who defeated him a week ago. Executioner is knocked onto his back. Lu Yen slides out of the ring and heads backstage with his "manager". Snakke gets up and doesn't know anything about what just happened. He just shrugs his shoulders and grabs Executioner by that knee he hurt earlier. He locks in a standing figure four and hooks the ankle of the leg that's straight up in the air. He then turns leaning back and hooks the head of the Executioner. He puts all his weight into the move which puts Executioner's shoulders down. Matthew Ramos hesitates thinking this move is only a submission, but when he sees the shoulders down, he counts. Ramos: 1...2...3 Ding! Ding! Ding! Johanna: And here is your winner, Snakke! "Serenity" by Godsmack hits, and Snakke lets go of the hold and rolls out of the ring. He passes up Lu Yen and his pimp who are on the stage laughing at the Executioner. The two turn only to the clotheslined by Assassin. Executioner nods his head at Assassin who, in turn, just throws the finger at Executioner. ~*COMMERCIAL BREAK*~ Johanna: The following match is theEDGE! Main Event. It is scheduled for one fall and is to determine the second finalist in the Universal Title Number One Contender Tournament. First, standing 6'11 and weighing 325 pounds, Payne! The voice of Sully from Godsmack is heard as the lights dim. I'm not the one who's so far away When I feel the snakebite enter my vein Never did I want to be here again And I don't remember why I came "Voodoo" begins, and Payne walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring. Johanna: And his opponent, standing 6'5 and weighing 265 pounds, the Typhoon Adam Jones! "Get Your Walk On" by X-Zibit begins to blare and random colored strobes light up the arena as Adam Jones makes his way to the ring. He slides in and loosens up as he waits for the bell. Ding! Ding! Ding! Payne vs Adam Jones Payne and Typhoon lock up immediately in the center of the ring. The Payne manages to back the hallenger into the corner. He then nails a few right hand punches followed by a few stomps. He then picks up Hardy and hits a piledriver. He then gets on him and nails some more punches. Adam Jones gets upset and rolls Payne over and nails some punches of his own. He picks up his opponent and whips him into the corner. He runs it to be nailed with a back elbow. He turns and is nailed by a bulldog. Payne covers. Batts: 1...2...break Payne picks up the Typhoon, but Jones nails a few punches to the mid section and then hits a piledriver of his own. He picks up the Payne and whips him into the corner. He runs in but flips forward hitting the Franchise upside down with his back; with his legs, he hooked the big man's head and nails a huracanrana. He hooks the legs and grabs the ropes. Batts: 1...2...break The referee sees the use of the ropes and stops the count. Jones picks up Payne and scoop slams him. Styles: An impressive move by Adam Jones. He heads to the top for what looks to be a moonsault. Payne, however, pushes Jones's legs out from under him landing him on the top rope. With Jones's back to the ring, Payne hooks his arms and lands a sit down crucifix powerbomb. Gurtner: Splash Mountain Bomb! Batts: 1...2...break Payne picks up Adam Jones by the head, but the Typhoon grabs the front of Payne's pants and pulls, sending the big man through the ropes and to the ground. Adam Jones runs across the ring, hits the ropes and does a flipping suicide dive over the top rope (think RVD) and lands on Payne. Styles: An unbelievable move from an unbelievable man. He picks up his opponent and slams him head-first on the barricade. He walks away about 15 feet and gets a running start. He jumps off the steel steps only to be caught by the Payne in a fireman's carry. Payne climbs to the top of the steel steps and gorilla presses the Typhoon over his head. He lets Jones fall onto his shoulder, and Payne delivers a thunderous powerslam off the top of the steel steps and onto the ringside mats! Crowd: Ooooh Gurtner: That had to hurt! Styles: High impact move by the big man. With the height of Payne and the extension of his arms - not to mention that the stairs are already about four feet high - that was about a thirteen or fourteen foot drop onto the back of Adam Jones. Gurtner: Add in the fact that Payne used all his own 325 pounds to help drive the 265 pounds Typhoon into the mats. Payne picks up Adam Jones and rolls him into the ring. He climbs to the second turnbuckle and awaits on the Typhoon's arousal. Jones gets to his feet, and Payne flies. Adam Jones moves out of the way, and Payne connects with a wicked double axe handle smash onto the head of the Senior Official, Kevin Batts. Gurtner: The ref's out! Styles: What's Adam Jones going to do now? Payne looks down with indifference to Kenny Batts. Adam Jones, siezing the opportunity, pulls his opponent's head back and nails the Eye of the Storm. He goes for a cover, but the referee is out. Adam Jones gets up and heads to the top rope. He signals for the Winds of Change, but Payne is making his way to his feet. The Typhoon jumps off anyway, but Payne delivers a huge big boot to the face. Styles: The referee slowly gets his bearing and makes his count. Batts: 1........2.......3 Ding! Ding! Ding! Johanna: And here is your winner, Payne! Payne rolls out of the ring and raises his arms in victory as he heads backstage, leaving Adam Jones unconscious in the center of the ring. Gurtner: That was one hell of a finish. Styles: They said they'd pull out all the stops and make this a match to remember, and they did just that. Gurtner: I couldn't agree more- Styles: Wait, wait a minute. What's this? Gurtner: Sin's making his way to the ring for some reason. Sin stands in the center of the ring while Adam Jones is laying in the corner. Sin: This is a message to Psychopathic Jeff Ross. Your future is bleak. Your friend thought he brought the Winds of Change. The more things change, the more they stay the same. He stays a loser, and you stay the DeathMatch Champion....but not for long. Eight days from now, that shiny gold belt you have around your waist will be mine. And this is how I'm going to do it. Sin starts laying in the boots on the defenseless Adam Jones. Styles: This is appauling. Adam Jones just had a grueling match, and now Sin's taking advantage of it. Gurtner: And I like it! Styles: Wait, here comes Eric Draven! Gurtner: What's this about? Styles: Maybe after last week's match, the Electric respects Adam Jones. Eric Draven slides into the ring and pulls off Sin. The two start talking trash to one another while standing face to face, nose to nose and toe to toe. Adam Jones make it to his feet, and Eric Draven nails a superkick on the Typhoon! Styles: What the hell was that?! Gurtner: Swerve, baby, swerve, hahaha! Draven and Sin start to beat up on Adam Jones until Jeff Ross runs down the ramp. He slides into the ring, ducks a Sin clothesline and knocks Draven over the top rope with a clothesline of his own. the Psychopathic turns to see a charging Sin, but he back body drops the man over the top rope sending him crashing onto Eric Draven. Draven and Sin crawl away as Jeff Ross tends to his fallen friend, the Typhoon Adam Jones. Gurtner: What a way to end the show Styles: That's right. Watch us next week on the eve of the big Afterburn pay-per-view. For Joel Gurtner, I'm Joey Styles. Good night, everybody! |
  
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