FB: I can't believe how loud the fans are tonight!!

LD: They should be because this could be the biggest night in Razorback Championship Wrestling history. All three of our title are on the line plus we will crown another Mr. Hog Wild.

FB: Or the second ever Ms. Hog Wild.

LD: That is true Floyd, anything can and probably will happen tonight, actually I'm getting word something is happening outside the building.

FB: Get a camera out there so we can find out what's up.

Outside, many of the RCW crew scramble to get out of the way while a dump truck backs up to the building. One man runs up alongside the truck as it comes to a stop.

Crewman: Hey! HEY! Get that truck outta here! You're not authorized to be.....

With a grinding of gears and a 'beep beep beep', the back of the truck starts to slowly raise up so the driver can dump the load. What looks like the entire Victoria's Secret catalog several times over starts to fall out of the back of the truck. Once the load is emptied, the driver's side door opens and Delilah Ghost hops out.

Delilah: Delivery for Pain and Suffering!

Crewman: Who the....what....

Delilah: I know, I know. It's small and petty. And yet, it makes me laugh.

With a grin and a chuckle Delilah skips off, whistling 'Pop Goes the Weasel', leaving several stunned RCW crew standing around and staring at the small mountain of underwear. The man that tried to get her to stop the truck rubs his temple with a pained look on his face.

Crewman: Great...here we go again.....

The cameras go back inside the arena as Floyd and Lester laugh.

LD: It's good to see Delilah Ghost hasn't changed a bit.

FB: I hope Pain & Suffering don't let her petty childish actions distract them from winning the Hog Wild Battle Royal.

LD: We'll find out later on but right now let's get the actions started.

The fans cheer as Trip Gordan stands in the ring, ready to announce the opening match.

TG: The following is our opening contest here at School of Hard Knocks II!

The fans cheer even louder.

TG: This is a grudge match.

TG: Introducing first, accompanied by Cissy Miyas... Firebomb!

�Hot In Here� by Nelly starts playing over the Pa System as the lights start flickering on and off like a strobe light The lights come back on as Firebomb, who is wearing red tights with the word Firebomb down the right leg and white boots with a Red Fox fur coat and a red gangster fedora hat with a black stripe, walks out. Cissy Miyas, wearing a Red Beauty Corset with garters comes up behind him and puts her hands on his shoulders and points towards Firebomb's biceps as he flexes. As he walks towards the ring he lip syncs with the music. Firebomb climbs into the ring as Cissy stands at ringside.

TG: Introducing his opponent... Adam Davids!

The arena goes black. Slayed by Overseer fills the arena. Once the beat starts up Adam Davids walks down to the ring alone. He gets a huge pop from what is essentially his hometown.

FB: Looks like Brock is so scared of Firebomb he didn't even want to accompany his brother down to the ring!

LD: I'm sure the reason why Brock isn't here is because Adam wants to handle Firebomb himself.

Adam slides in to the ring and the two enemies stare each other down. the bell rings and the two men begin circling each other. Adam charges in at Firebomb, but he counters with a swift hip toss. Without letting go of the downed opponents arm, Firebomb locks on an armbar, putting immense pressure on Adam's shoulder and elbow.

LD: Firebomb has control early.

Adams quick reaction to being put in the hold allows him to escape it almost instantaneously and get back up to his feet. As soon as Firebomb gets up, he goes for a home run in the form of The Assassinator, his modified version of the Super Kick. Somehow, Firebomb is able to duck under the kick. Firebomb responds with a picture perfect bridging German suplex.

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FB: Adam took the big guns out too early and it almost gave Firebomb the win.

LD: I don't think Davids was expecting him to be in such great shape.

FB: Adam is separating himself from Firebomb. Looks like Davids is scared!

LD: I don't think he's scared Floyd. I think Adam realizes he came out in this match far too antsy and a veteran guy like Firebomb will make you pay for those kinds of mistakes.

FB: "Antsy?"

Adam and Firebomb have started the feeling out process all over again, circling each other around the ring. This time, Firebomb is the aggressor as he inches his way closer and closer to his opponent. Finally, Firebomb gets in close enough to tie up. Adam realizes it isn't a good idea to be tied up with the much stronger Firebomb and quickly switches things up in to a side headlock. Firebomb wraps an arm around Davids waist and goes for a belly to back suplex, with the side head lock still locked on him. Firebomb gets Davids in the air, but the way Adam distributes his weight makes it impossible for Firebomb to slam him. Instead, Adam ends up driving FB's face in to the mat with a devastating modified bulldog. He quickly rolls Firebomb over and goes for a pin.

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LD: Firebomb kicks out after a short two.

FB: If Adam wants to beat the great Firebomb he'll have to do a lot more than a wimpy bulldog.

LD: Wimpy? I wouldn't be surprised if that move broke Firebombs nose!

As Davids gets up to his feet, Firebombs blood spewing nose becomes apparent. With FB on the mat, Adam isolates his left arm, stomping on it several times before doing a leg drop to the lone body part. Adam then pulls the bloodied Firebomb up to his feet and looks to Irish whip him, but the veteran reverses the move and sends a knee in to Adams midsection. With Davids bent over in front of him, Firebomb hooks both of his arms and drives him face first down into the mat, executing an underhook face driver. Firebomb rolls Adam over and goes for a pin.

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FB: Firebomb is just a move or two away for shutting Adam up for good.

LD: I don't know about that, but he certainly evened up the score with him on that move. Look at all the blood coming from Davids nose now!

Only two or three minutes in to the match, both opponents are bleeding. Instead of returning to his feet, Firebomb stays crouched down by Adam. He grabs Davids by the hair and begins unloading closed fist shot after closed fist shot, right to his face. Butch Fitzpatrick tries to pull Firebomb off of him to no avail. He then begins counting. Once he reaches four, Firebomb gets in one more shot and backs off his battered opponent. Butch Fitzpatrick kneels down and checks on Davids, who seems to be seeing cartoon birds flying over his head. After a bit of a wait, Adam returns to his feet. He staggers over to his opponent.

FB: Adam looks like a zombie with the way hes stumbling around out there! I think its time for Firebomb to put the punk out of his misery.

Out of nowhere, Adam switches gears and hits Firebomb in the chest with a spinning back kick. He follows up with a forearm to the face which sends Firebomb back against the ropes. Adam backs up a bit and flies in, looking for a cross body, but Firebomb catches him. FB then lifts Adam on to his back and runs forward, slamming Davids into the mat with a rolling Fireman's Carry Slam. After slamming him in to the mat, Firebomb talks some smack before going for the cover.

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LD: Davids kicks out! Maybe Firebomb should do some less trash talking and focus on the match.

FB: Oh please he is in complete control. This match is his.

Firebomb pulls Adam Davids up by the neck and viciously clotheslines him over the top rope. Then, Firebomb starts backing up, like hes planning to do something. Davids slowly gets to his and Firebomb charges at the ropes.

LD: Oh my...

There is a loud crash as Firebomb's body crashes in to the ring barrier. He tried to do some sort of aerial maneuver and Adam dodged it. With Firebomb in a heap on the ground, Adam slowly slides in to the ring and Butch Fitzpatrick begins a count.

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Firebomb still has not moved. That move was all or nothing and his middle aged body may not be able to handle the ramifications.

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Firebomb is still down on the mat. The only type of movement hes done is moving his arm to touch his hurting back.

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Firebomb is still down. This match is over.

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Just before Butch Fitzpatrick reaches a ten count, Adam Davids rolls out of the ring, resetting the count.

FB: Adam had the win but he slid out of the ring. What an idiot!

LD: Maybe Adam wanted to actually pin Firebomb, not win by some cheap count out.

FB: A win is a win Lester.

Adam pulls Firebomb up to his feet and puts him into the ring. Adam slides in after him and goes for a pin.

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LD: Firebomb just kicks out. Even though this match has been short, it has been devastatingly violent. Both men are covered in blood and regardless of who comes out the victor, both of these guys will be hurting tomorrow.

Adam stumbles up to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle. He pauses on the top turnbuckle for a minute before flipping back, trying for a moonsault. Somehow, Firebomb rolls out of the way. Both men lay on the mat for some time before both men get to their feet. Firebomb grabs Adam quickly and hits him with the code 3 neckbreaker, one of his signature moves. Almost always, that sets up the Leg Breaker, Firebombs finisher, but not this time. He returns to his feet and just waits for Adam to get to his feet. As soon as he does, FB hits him with an ugly looking super kick. Firebomb covers Davids.

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The bell rings as Butch raises Firebomb's hand in victory.

TG: Here is your winner... FIREBOMB!

There is a mixed reaction from the crowd.

LD: Firebomb just beat Adam with his own move! He did that on purpose to embarrass him!

FB: I love it!

Firebomb celebrates for a little while while Adam lies on the ground, out cold. After about forty five seconds of celebrating, Firebomb and Cissy Miyas leave the ring.

LD: Well, it looks like Firebomb has...wait...what is he doing?

Instead of leaving, Firebomb is digging underneath the ring for something. After about ten seconds, he emerges with a red gas can and a box of matches.

LD: Oh my god! Please tell me Firebomb isn't going to do this.

FB: YES! Firebomb is going to turn Adam in to a burn victim freak!

Firebomb opens up the gas can and begins pouring it all over Adams bloody body. He throws the gas can out of the ring and goes to the box of matches. He removes a match and attempts to light it. The crowd, who was booing heavily, changes to a roar of cheers as Brock Davids rushes down to the ring with a kendo stick in hand.

Brock slides in to the ring and shows off his skills with the weapon, hitting Firebomb four times in a devastating fashion. Firebomb gives up on his attempt at a human barbecue and rolls out of the ring, hightailing it out of there with Miyas shortly behind. Brock checks on his brother as Firebomb and Cissy go backstage.

LD: Adam owes his brother one for that.

FB: Yeah, things were about to get really hot in here for Adam Davids.

The camera goes backstage to find Ase and Tarja standing in front of the Circle of Legends logo with PDJ's picture in it. Ase is smoking a cigarette.

Ase: Honestly, if you guys are asking ME to talk about PDJ, you are really hurting for people to talk about him. Look, PDJ probably did a lot in WPW, and elsewhere. PDJ is almost certainly a legend. He wouldn't be anything less to get inducted into this... "pasture." Honestly, though, I don't really know PDJ from my days in WPW. But, Ben and AJ begged me to give my comments, and Ase is nothing if he isn't a company man.

Ase flicks his cigarette on the floor, and looks at the camera man...

...

Ase: What? You want more? Look, I said what I can think of saying, but seriously, I've got a Southern Heritage Title match tonight. I spent a good three minutes talking about some relic tonight, can I jump in the time machine and get back to TODAY? You know, where guys like ME are STILL performing at the top tier? Yeah, thanks.

Ase tosses his cigarette on the ground, and walks out of camera view.

Commercial - Taco Bell, Think Outside The Bun!

Backstage, Hardcore Jesus is taping his hands up; preparing for the School House Rock that is to come later tonight. He has his back turned to the door and only hears someone come in. He turns around and is greeted by the rest of his 7DA compatriots including Doug Gavelon, Nate Sipes, Maya, the New Level and Tiffany. Doug stands in the middle; controlling the situation. HJ looks around before responding.

HJ: Doug, Nate, Tiff, new girl, fellas, did you come to wish me luck?

DG: Actually, there�s something we have to talk about.

HJ: Okay, what�s that?

DG: Well, based on your recent actions, none of us feel that you truly represent what 7DA stands for.

HJ chuckles; expecting everyone to join in. It turns out that he�s the only one laughing.

HJ: You�re kidding me right? I go out there to cleanse the RCW of its scum and I get a lecture for it?

NS: It�s more than that, HJ. You�re not just going for a competitive match but are looking to maim and possibly even kill these guys. That�s something we just can�t accept.

HJ focuses his glare on his former disciples, the New Level.

HJ: Is that how you guys feel?

WC: Absolutely, man. You�re out of control and we want no part of you.

HJ looks squarely at Beavis, the person most responsible for this confrontation, who is finding it difficult to look his mentor in the eye.

HJ: Yeah, I wouldn�t want to look at me either.

HJ scans the room; looking for the words to describe how he feels.

HJ: You don�t want me in your p*ssy club anymore? Fine because I don�t need you anymore. All I need is three people: me, myself and I. You guys can ride your high horse and I�ll come up and knock your a**es off soon enough. Now, get out of my way. I�ve got a fat piece of trash to take care of.

The 7DA moves out of the way as their ex-member makes his way to the School House Rock. Cameras go back to ringside as the fans start cheering again.

LD: Wow, Hardcore Jesus has just been thrown out of the 7 Day Army.

FB: That is the best thing that could have ever happened to HJ, just wait and see.

LD: Well we'll find out how well he does in the School House Rock match in just a little while.

FB: Before that though, we're going to find out who leaves this place tonight not only 5,000 dollars richer, but gets that Mr. Hog Wild Briefcase.

LD: Let's go to Trip for the official introductions.

The fans cheer as Trip Gordan stands in the middle of the ring.

TG: The following is the Mr. Hog Wild Battle Royal Invitational where the winner will get that $5,000 and the Mr. Hog Wild Briefcase, which holds a contract for a title match against any one of our champions.

The fans cheer and clap.

TG: The winner tonight will be presented with the $5,000 check and the briefcase at Southern Dynamite 43, where they will have to decide which Championship they want a shot at.

The fans continue to cheer and clap.

TG: Now it's time for the participants, introducing first... Maxx Pain & Sam Suffering!

"Indestructible" by Disturbed blares as Maxx Pain and Sam Suffering walk out onto the stage. They both crack their necks and their knuckles before walking down the ramp with Tommy Daniels right behind them. They ignore the fans as they climb into the ring and stand in the center of it, Maxx raising his right fist into the air as Sam raises his left, Tommy again stands behind them with his arms crossed, nodding his head.

TG: Introducing next... �The Icon� Chris Lee!

The opening cords of "Lonesome, On'ry and Mean" begin to play, drawing a large response from the crowd. Mere seconds pass before Chris Lee appears from the backstage area. He takes the time to shake hands and visit with the fans as he walks towards the ring. Lee slides in under the ring ropes and begins to play the crowd before settling into his corner in anticipation for this match.

TG: Introducing the final participant... Delilah Ghost!

The crowd erupts as "Whiskey In The Jar" by Metallica blares and Delilah Ghost steps out onto the entrance ramp. She smiles out at the screaming fans as she jogs to the ring and slides in under the ropes. She goes towards Maxx and Sam, reaches into her pocket and tosses a handful of panties right into Sam's face. The fans laugh as Maxx holds his brother back from ripping Delilah's head off before the match even begins.

FB: She's poking at the angry bear, not very smart.

LD: Delilah Ghost can handle herself Floyd.

The bell rings and Sam immediately rushes at Delilah, slamming her into the far corner. Lee goes over to attack Sam, but Maxx steps in front of him and shakes his head. The two start exchanging punches as Sam goes to clothesline Del in the corner, but hits only buckles as Ghost is able to move out of the way.

FB: She's a quick one.

LD: Who's your pick in this match Floyd?

FB: Pain & Suffering of course.

LD: You can't pick both of them, only one person can win this match.

FB: I can do whatever I want Daley, go comb that roadkill on top of your head, it's slightly leaning to the left.

LD: Cut those hair piece jokes, they really hurt.

FB: Fine, I'm sorry.

LD: You are?

FB: Of course not chrome dome.

Back in the ring, Delilah hits a drop kick on Sam as Maxx nails a belly-to-back suplex on Lee. The crowd boos as Maxx raises his hands and motions he's gonna toss the Icon out of the ring. Pain pulls Lee up and goes to toss him over but Chris puts the breaks on and elbows Maxx in the gut. Lee hooks Maxx and delivers a T-bone suplex.

LD: Icon-Plex on Maxx Pain!

FB: Weak move.

LD: Are you serious?

FB: Of course I am, Chris Lee is a washed up has been. Haven't you been listening to what Tommy Daniels has been saying lately?

LD: Tommy doesn't know what he's talking about.

Lee suplexs Maxx as Delilah connects with a spin heel kick on Sam. Lee and Ghost both try to eliminate Pain & Suffering but get reversed only to be whipped right towards each other. They hook arms and spin around, headed straight back towards Maxx and Sam, who catch them at the same time and execute spinebusters at the same time. The crowd boos as they nail Delilah with the Pain Train, then immediately nail a second Pain Train on Lee.

FB: Looks like the brothers are dominating here, just like they said they would.

Maxx pulls Lee up and nails a gut-wrench fall forward powerbomb.

FB: WELCOME TO PAINSVILLE!!!!

LD: This doesn't look good for Chris Lee.

Maxx bends over to pick Lee up, looking to finish him off when Sam comes over and stops him. Maxx looks at his brother, who is motioning to finish off Delilah with the Cruel Intentions. Maxx shakes his head and says he wants to toss Lee out first but Sam starts arguing with him.

FB: What are you doing? Stop arguing and eliminate Lee!

LD: Seems like the brothers can't agree on the next step.

Maxx ignores his brother and turns around to grab Lee when Delilah drop kicks Sam in the back, sending him crashing into his brother. The impact and momentum from that sends Maxx up and over the ropes, crashing to the floor. The fans cheer as he realizes he was just eliminated.

FB: OH CRAP!

LD: Their arguing just cost Maxx there.

Sam looks out at Maxx and says he's sorry, only to get tossed out by Delilah too. The fans cheer as the sneaky redhead laughs at Maxx and Sam. Lee gets up and tries to eliminate Del, but she blocks with a low blow. Seeing the opportunity, Delilah climbs to the top.

FB: Idiot, never go to the top in these kind of matches.

LD: According to the rules, now that this match is down to just two people, victory comes by pin or submission.

FB: I knew that.

Delilah leaps off the nails the five star frog splash on Lee.

LD: Delilah Ghost just connected with the Dirty Trick and she has this thing won!

Butch slides into the ring to make the count.

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FB: NO!!! Sam Suffering just pulled her out of the ring and socked her right in the face with a big right!

The crowd erupts in loud boos as Delilah goes down and Butch orders Pain & Suffering to leave ringside. Sam smirks as he, Maxx, and Tommy head to the back.

LD: That was low, Sam was eliminated already and had no business getting involved again.

FB: Keep whining Daley.

Butch has no choice but to start the ten count as Chris is able to start recovering.

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Delilah still lays on the ground, holding her jaw.

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LD: She's back to her feet.

Delilah is able to slide back into the ring only to have Lee pick her up and body slam her. After a few arm drags, hip tosses, and headlock take downs, Chris drills Delilah with a tazzmission suplex.

LD: Lee nails the Taste of Greatness.

FB: This could be it.

Lee covers.

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LD: KICK OUT!

Fans cheer as Delilah starts fighting back, she nails a few elbow shots and then a spinning forearm smash. Delilah nails a wheelbarrow suplex, followed by a stiff elbow drop. Delilah makes the cover.

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FB: Lee gets his shoulder up!

LD: This is a close one.

Delilah pulls him up and nails a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker and goes for the cover again.

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LD: KICK OUT!

Delilah goes for another elbow drop but Lee rolls out of the way. He gets up and nails a back elbow and hits a Samoan drop followed by a cover.

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FB: Delilah Ghost kicks out of the Wildcard!

LD: This match could go either way Floyd!

As Chris pulls her up, Delilah counters with a jawbreaker. The fans cheer as she signals for the Poltergeist.

FB: Del is looking to end it right here.

LD: If she connects, this match has to be over.

Delilah goes for the Poltergeist but Lee is able to reverse right into his Double-Underhook DDT.

LD: SHOWSTOPPER!!

FB: Wait, TooSexy is back?

LD: What? NO... that's what Lee calls that move.

FB: Oh, I got confused.

Lee covers.

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Butch raises Chris Lee's hand as the bell rings.

TG: Here is your winner... CHRIS LEE!

Lee celebrates his victory as cameras go backstage to focus on Doug Gavelon who's surrounded by his 7DA compatriots; a Circle of Legends banner with PDJ on it is behind him.

DG: PDJ... out of all the guys back in the day that I thought would've ended my reign as World Champion, I never thought it would be you, man.

Doug laughs before wiping at his face with his right hand.

DG: I know that other than my last match in the company, our paths never, truly crossed and that's the same for my crew here but let me say this: if anyone, ANYONE ever deserved to be inducted into the Circle of Legends, it's you, PDJ. I could run down every accomplishment that I remember of yours but it wouldn't do you justice. Let me just say that, on behalf of the entire 7 Day Army, congratulations on going from being the Truth to being the Legend.

Cameras fade to commercial.

COMMERCIAL - GOODY's HEADACHE POWDER

LD: We're back fans and it's time for our first of three Championship matches tonight.

FB: Can I take a nap?

LD: NO!

TG: The following contest is a Ladder Match and is for the RCW Hog Wild Tag Team Championships!

The fans cheer.

TG: Introducing team #1...from Fate, Texas, weighing in at a total combined weight of 520 pounds�Eno Redrum and Blacksmith, EXCESSIVE FORCE!

"#1" by Nelly plays over the P.A. system as the team of Eno Redrum and Blacksmith make their way to the ring to a round of cheering from the crowd.

LD: Eno and Blacksmith have certainly been noticeably quiet going into this match.

FB: Are you surprised? If you got beat up by guys named Carl, Beavis, Puck and Pyros the past two shows, you�d be silent, too.

LD: I highly doubt that�s it, Floyd.

TG: Introducing team #2...from Saratoga, New York, weighing in at a total combined weight of 435 pounds�Puck and Pyros, THE NEW DOWNWARD SPIRAL!

The crowd erupts to their feet as "March of the Pigs" by NIN blares and Puck walks out onto the entrance stage. He looks out at the screaming fans as he smirks. "Blue" by Eiffel 65 starts playing as the lights go out and the arena is filled with several multi colored strobe lights. The Family Arena is almost turned into a rave as Pyros comes running out from the back, glow in the dark face paint on and blue glow sticks in hand. He waves the glow sticks around as the fans cheer. Puck walks down the ramp, as Pyros sprints towards the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. Puck climbs in and they go to opposite corner, each climbing onto the middle rope. Puck raises his arms as Pyros tosses the glow sticks into the crowd.

LD: Puck has been back to his old attitude in recent weeks; talking about not needing his brother to succeed in this company.

FB: It isn�t like Pyros has been that big of a help anyway. The guy may have been onto something last year when he was on his own.

TG: And finally team #3...from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at a total combined weight of 510 pounds�the RCW Hog Wild Tag Team Champions, Wacko Carl and Extreme Beavis, THE NEW LEVEL!

The lights fade to black in the arena. Suddenly, red lights start flashing as "A New Level" by Pantera plays over the PA system. The New Level, Wacko Carl and Extreme Beavis, appear at the entranceway. They walk down to ringside and around the ring, slapping the fans� outreaching hands along the way but never losing the serious look over their faces. They slide into the ring and run onto the middle turnbuckles on either side of the ring, raising their arms in the air.

LD: The champions are looking to stay on top tonight.

FB: Well, I think that one of the other teams will climb the corporate ladder tonight.

LD: They have to climb a REAL ladder tonight, Floyd.

FB: Whatever.

Butch takes the title belts from the New Level and holds them into the air; the crowd responding with cheers. He then places them on the hooks which lift them into the air. As they rise to the rafters, Puck and Pyros immediately nail Carl and Beavis with in-stereo dropkicks; sending them to the outside. Eno and Blacksmith attack Puck and Pyros with punches. Eno focuses on Puck in one corner and Blacksmith on Pyros in the opposite corner. Excessive Force signals each other before they Irish whip their opponents. Puck and Pyros meet mid-ring but Pyros jumps over his brother. Pyros nails Eno with a forearm while Puck connects with a Yakuza kick on Blacksmith. The brothers hit in-stereo arm drags on their opponents.

LD: Puck and Pyros are in control in the early going.

FB: As they should be, Daley. The most aggressive guys in the match will usually be the ones who win it.

LD: Really? Because I can remember a lot of your matches where you hid in the corner for ten minutes and somehow won.

FB: That�s different: I was so good that I didn�t need aggression.

LD: �Was� being the key word.

Carl and Beavis grab one of the ladders from the outside and push it into the ring under the bottom rope. They slide in and pick it up. Puck and Pyros run at them but Carl and Beavis lift up the ladder so they go underneath. As TNDS bounces off the ropes and charge again, Carl and Beavis throw the ladder at them before following up with their own in-stereo dropkicks that sends TNDS to the outside; the ladder falling to the mat. As Blacksmith gets to his feet, Carl gets behind him and Beavis in front. As Beavis connects with a huge superkick, Carl nails a release German suplex. Beavis raises his arms in triumph which explains why he doesn�t see the spear that Eno nails him with.

LD: Wrath of the Almighty! Beavis never saw it coming!

FB: The idiot was too worried about celebrating. He got what he deserved.

Carl hits a few forearms to Eno�s back. Eno responds with an elbow to Carl�s midsection before hoisting Carl up in a suplex position and slamming him down.

LD: Death From Above! Eno isn�t wasting any time breaking out his big moves.

FB: Yeah�I may just have to change my pick.

LD: There�s a shocker.

As Eno gets to his feet, Pyros slingshots off the top rope and nails Eno with a spinning back elbow. Pyros immediately sets up the ladder and starts making his way to the top. As he gets within reaching distance of the belts, Carl staggers to his feet to hold onto Pyros�s foot. Pyros easily kicks him away. Blacksmith makes his way back inside and clubs Pyros in the back. Blacksmith then climbs up the ladder and hooks Pyros from behind; dropping him with a belly-to-back suplex. The crowd comes alive with cheering.

LD: What a move by Blacksmith! Pyros is really feeling that one.

FB: Yep, that settles it: I�m an Excessive Force guy now.

LD: Oh, shut up, Floyd.

Puck gets back inside and keeps Blacksmith down with a few kicks to the head before he starts climbing up. In the meantime, Beavis pulls out a monstrous ladder from under the ring that gets a huge �OOOOOOH!� out of the crowd. Puck runs into the same problem as his partner as Eno gets up and holds onto his foot; preventing him from grabbing the belts. Beavis takes this opportunity to balance his ladder between the standing ladder and the nearest turnbuckle. As Puck manages to kick Eno off of him, Beavis climbs to the top rope. He runs across the huge ladder, jumps onto the top of the standing ladder and takes Puck down with a tornado DDT; the huge ladder falling to the mat right after.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!

LD: What a spectacular DDT from Beavis! Puck may be out cold!

FB: Alright, my money�s on the New Level now.

LD: Could you stay on point for once?

FB: Hey, taking care of my money is staying on point.

Blacksmith and Eno get up and start double teaming Carl. Blacksmith holds Carl from behind as Eno gets a running start. He hits a big knee to Carl�s midsection. As Eno goes to hit the ropes for a second knee, Pyros reaches up and pulls the rope down; Eno falling back to the outside. Blacksmith keeps Carl on the defensive by climbing onto his back and hooking Carl in a sleeper hold. Carl immediately recovers by repeatedly driving Blacksmith back into the corner. Carl hits a few back elbows to ensure that he lets go before throwing him outside and next to Eno. As Carl goes to pick up the big ladder, Pyros dropkicks him in the back; sending Carl face first into the turnbuckle. Pyros then leans the ladder against the top turnbuckle which keeps Carl from getting to his feet. Pyros then runs up the ladder and dives onto Excessive Force on the outside.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! PYROS! PYROS!

Beavis gets to his feet and takes the ladder off his partner. Puck also gets up, folds in the smaller ladder and nails Beavis in the back with it. Beavis turns around and Puck uses the ladder like a battering ram; nailing him in the head and knocking him down before doing the same to Carl. Puck then looks at the small ladder in his hands with disgust. He launches it to the outside to nail Excessive Force but it also catches Pyros in the back. Puck pulls at his own hair as he realizes his mistake.

LD: Puck and Pyros still having problems with communication, it would appear.

FB: That�s family for you. That�s why my cousins Roy and Troy are never invited to family reunions.

LD: Roy and Troy Boyd?!?! What is your family a cartoon or something?

FB: Well, we did live next to Mel Blanc and Matt Groening for a few years.

LD: That would explain some of it.

Puck starts kicking Beavis in the midsection to keep him down before setting the big ladder up again. Puck climbs up but Carl climbs up the other side to stop him. Puck keeps Carl at bay by grabbing his head and slamming it into the top of the ladder. Puck then reaches over and hooks Carl�s waist before jumping over him and hitting a sunset powerbomb. The crowd�s cheers become deafening.

LD: Powerbomb from the top of the ladder! I can barely hear myself think with the response from this great crowd.

FB: What?

LD: You really can�t hear me?

FB: WHAT?

LD: A moron says, �What?�

FB: WHAT?

LD: Thank you for that, Floyd.

Excessive Force picks up the ladder that landed on them and slides it back into the ring. As Blacksmith slides back in to strike at Puck, Eno hooks Pyros around the waist and slams his back into the turnbuckle post. He lets go as Pyros grabs at his back on the floor. Eno slides in and hooks Puck with Blacksmith in a suplex position. They make sure that the smaller ladder�s behind them when they suplex Puck right onto it. Puck writhes in pain as the crowd comes alive again.

LD: Excessive Force, taking over this match.

FB: D*mn it, now I�m back in their camp again.

LD: I�m sure your bookie is just as confused as you are now.

Blacksmith and Eno start climbing up both sides of the large ladder. As they get near the top, Beavis, who had been playing possum, gets up and pushes over the ladder. Eno and Blacksmith crash hard on the floor. Beavis slingshots himself over the top rope and dives onto Pyros as he stands up. Carl goes to the outside and pulls out two tables. He starts to set them up near the entranceway as Beavis runs over to fight both Blacksmith and Eno. As Carl finishes, he moves over to help his partner and together they place Blacksmith and Eno on the tables.

LD: What do you think they have planned?

FB: How should I know?

LD: At least say something. You�re the color commentator, Floyd!

FB: So I just commentate on everything? Forget it!

Carl and Beavis get back in the ring and climb onto the two closest top turnbuckles. They look out at their prone opponents before leaping off. They put Excessive Force through the tables as Beavis hits a shooting star press and Carl nails a guillotine legdrop.

LD: AFTERSHOCK BY THE CHAMPS! THE FANS ARE GOING CRAZY! I guess you�ll be changing your pick again, Floyd?

FB: Nope.

LD: So you�re staying with one pick finally?

FB: No, I just hate New Level that much.

LD: I see.

Despite the pain they feel, Carl and Beavis find the strength to roll back into the ring; right on time as Puck has just started climbing the still-standing ladder. Carl climbs up on the other side to keep him at bay. Beavis gets a running start, leaps into the air, hooks Puck�s head with his legs and hits a hurricanrana off the ladder.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

LD: Beavis shows off his great athleticism there.

Carl starts to climb up as Beavis tries to recover. He can�t get up in time as Pyros slides back in and upends the ladder; sending Carl crashing face first onto the guardrail.

LD: Carl just had his face slammed into the guardrail and he maybe knocked out.

FB: I certainly hope so.

Pyros helps his brother up before setting up the second ladder. Each brother stands in front of each ladder before proceeding up. Beavis finally recovers and pushes over Puck�s ladder; Puck crotching himself on the top rope before Beavis dropkicks him to the floor. Pyros is momentarily distracted by this but continues his climb. Beavis climbs up the other side and catches his opponent. He then hooks Pyros by the head and drops him to the mat with a swinging neck breaker. The crowd erupts again.

LD: Beavis takes care of TNDS but maybe hurt himself.

FB: That shows, right there, that Beavis may have more guts than brains.

Beavis starts to stir and pulls himself up using the ladder. He gets to the middle section before Pyros starts to pull himself up as well. Beavis reaches for the belts but is just fingertips away as Pyros gets to his feet. Beavis goes up to the top and as Pyros desperately reaches for him, Beavis pulls down the belt victorious.

LD: The champs have retained! Beavis has pulled down the Hog Wild Tag Team titles for the New Level!

TG: Here are your winners... AND STILL HOG WILD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THE NEW LEVEL!!!!!

The crowd cheers loudly as Beavis and Carl celebrate with their belts.

FB: Yes, I did it! I told you they�d win and now I�m rich.

LD: Shut up, Floyd! You were picking Excessive Force the last I heard.

FB: Wait, I�aw crap!

Cameras go backstage to The Legendary Phillip Shane Abernathy. A Circle of Legends banner with PDJ on it is behind him. The Phil rolls his eyes before the camera tightens in on his upper body, Souther Heritage Title draped over his shoulder.

The Phil: "The Truth" Patrick Derrick Jefferson. Seriously? What the heck have you done to deserve being in the circle of legends in R.C.W.? You've never wrestled here, you've never held any titles, and to be honest, you've not even been on the radar lately.

A sigh comes from The Phil.

The Phil: But, let's be honest. You are the only man to ever tie with me, in my whole career. You are also one of those few elite from way back when who held the title multiple times. So, props to you. Being immortalized here where the rest of us are means something, it means we're waiting and thinking about you man. Perhaps you'll step outta retirement one of these days like Fuego and we can have a second round of our match. Anyways, I have the biggest match in Razorback Championship History to attend to, so I've gotta be going.

Phil walks off as cameras go back to ringside.

LD: Alright, we�re now ready for the School House Rock Match.

The fans cheer and clap.

LD: I�m being told that both combatants are making their way to the abandoned school house.

FB: This is one match I�m really looking forward to because we get to see a washed up, old hag like Fuego get beaten to death at his own game.

LD: I would figure that an elder statesman like yourself would be rooting for one of your own.

FB: I�m not a day over 29 and you know it!

LD: Yeah�right�

Fuego makes his way through the door of the school house; looking to either side to make sure that his opponent hasn�t arrived yet.

LD: That�s En Fuego, of course. He�s come out of retirement to teach Hardcore Jesus the true meaning of �hardcore.�

FB: I�m sure he could teach him the true meaning of �dietary supplements� because this moron needs them.

LD: FLOYD!

Fuego stands ready by the door as he waits for HJ to make his entrance. He stands there for what seems an eternity but without HJ making his appearance. Finally, the room�s window starts to move and HJ somehow moves his massive body through it. He carefully sets foot in the room; making sure that Fuego can�t hear him. Colt Tatum, the referee for this match, becomes Fuego�s ally as he responds by backing away to give HJ room. Fuego takes notice that his opponent is behind him; having used the old scaffolding that he saw as he entered the three floor complex. Fuego reaches for the desk, quickly picks up a wooden apple sitting there, turns around and nails HJ in the head with it. This only angers HJ as he rushes at Fuego. Fuego easily counters his opponent with a drop toehold; HJ going face first into the desk.

LD: It looks like Fuego has already drawn first blood on his opponent. That drop toehold was probably enough to break HJ�s jaw.

FB: HJ is no ordinary man, Daley. Even if it is broken, his jaw won�t stop HJ from beating the hell out of Fuego.

As HJ lies on the floor and grabs at his jaw, he notices the large amount of chalk dust gathered on the floor. When Fuego goes to grab him, HJ reaches over to grab the dust and chucks it into Fuego�s eyes; blinding him.

FB: Ha ha! You can�t hit what you can�t see, Daley!

LD: That�s certainly true and this match has already swung back and forth in the early going.

HJ reaches through the desk drawer and finds a yo-yo that had been confiscated and never returned. He wraps it tight around his hands before wrapping it equally as tight around Fuego�s neck. Fuego gasps for breath before pushing off of a student�s desk and pushing HJ into the wall. Fuego soon breaks the hold with a few back elbows. He then takes a student desk and nails HJ in the head with it. As HJ grabs at his face on the floor, Fuego takes one of the legs and clamps it down on HJ�s throat. HJ struggles for breath as Fuego continues to apply pressure.

LD: Fuego looks like he may never let go.

FB: DQ D*MN IT! DQ!

LD: There�s no disqualification in a match like this, Floyd! It�s a School House Rock Match.

FB: A what?

LD: Shut up.

Growing desperate, HJ hits a low blow that causes Fuego to finally release the hold. HJ gets to his feet, still grabbing at his throat, and locates the chalkboard pointer. Using it as a replacement kendo stick, he viciously strikes Fuego across the back with it. He then drags Fuego over to the door, hooks the pointer around his throat and drops back onto the door; shattering the glass.

LD: Modified White Russian Leg Sweep into the door! There�s glass everywhere now, Floyd!

FB: Only more toys for HJ to play with, Daley. This match just got more interesting.

LD: Looks like we finally have a cover.

1...

LD: NO! Fuego kicks out at only a one count!

FB: That won�t last long. Sure, he�s holding strong now but HJ�s just getting warmed up.

HJ grabs a hold of Fuego and launches him through the broken glass door. The small glass bits still in the door cut the World�s Sickest S.O.B. all over as he goes through and slams into the lockers on the opposite wall.

LD: It looks like the classroom can�t hold these two. They�re taking the fight to the hallways.

FB: Are you THAT surprised, Daley? These two would beat each other from Shanghai to Saskatchewan.

LD: Bless you.

FB: �moron�

HJ opens the door so he doesn�t get cut and breaks what�s left of the pointer over Fuego�s back. He then picks him up and slams his head into a locker. He takes him to the opposite side of the hall and does the same thing. He continues this as he walks down to the end of the hallway. Before HJ can slam Fuego�s head into the last locker in the row, Fuego blocks it with his hands, hits an elbow to HJ�s midsection and slams HJ�s head into the locker. Fuego then opens the locker up and starts squeezing HJ�s head on the inside. Almost as an exclamation mark, he slams the door on HJ�s head before letting go.

LD: Fuego back on the offensive.

FB: He just got lucky, Daley; that�s all.

LD: A storied career of extreme settings and a long list of title reigns say differently.

FB: Yeah, whatever.

Fuego drags HJ by the hair into the bathroom. He takes him over to the stall door to slam his head into it. HJ blocks it and slams Fuego�s head into the door before throwing him inside the stall.

HJ: You wanted to take me to school, Fuego? Well, here�s something I�m sure you experienced in Junior High.

HJ bashes Fuego�s head into the toilet bowl before sticking his head in it. He then flushes the old, rotten toilet and performs a disgusting swirley on his opponent. HJ rubs Fuego�s face in the dirty water for a few moments before relenting.

HJ: I always knew you smelled like sh*t but now I have proof.

LD: Gross.

HJ picks Fuego back up and kicks him out of the stall. He then grabs Fuego by the feet and slingshots him into the bathroom mirror; again breaking the glass. As Fuego�s head envelops with blood, HJ bends over and picks up a large shard of glass. He gets behind Fuego and motions to the camera that he�ll run it across his throat. As he goes for it, Fuego reaches out to stop him. Both men struggle over the glass shard for several moments. Finally, Fuego rolls to his back and kicks HJ in the head; forcing HJ to let go of the glass. Fuego grabs it and immediately stabs HJ in the head. He then gets behind HJ and repeatedly jams it down into his opponent�s forehead; the blood pouring out of HJ�s face.

LD: Oh my goodness! This battle is becoming more and more gruesome.

FB: Yeah, I know. It�s just the way I like it.

LD: You would.

Fuego picks HJ up and tosses him back out into the hallway. Fuego grabs HJ and starts pulling him up the stairs; slamming his head on the banister as they proceed. As they make their way to the top of the stairwell, Fuego opens the first door and enters what was the school�s main gymnasium on the top floor. Fuego hip tosses HJ onto the hard basketball court which causes the big man to scream out in pain. Fuego then notices the broken basketball rim lying on the ground. He walks over to grab it but HJ trips him. HJ then picks it up and places it around Fuego�s head; the small hooks for the netting driving into his throat.

LD: That rim is cutting off Fuego�s oxygen supply. He could soon be unconscious.

FB: Kill him, HJ! Kill him!

LD: Shut up, Floyd! This is serious!

FB: So am I.

HJ slides the rim in a very painful manner so that it�s also partially around Fuego�s shoulder. He then grabs Fuego from behind, gets a running start and slams him hard into the wall. Not only does the move jam Fuego�s shoulder but drives the hooks deeper into his already pierced skin. Finally, Fuego manages to release himself from the rim as he lies on the floor in shock. HJ stomps on his head as he drags him towards the enclosed bleachers. HJ finds that the key is still in the control panel and opens the bleachers up enough so that he can place Fuego�s head inside. As he holds Fuego down with his foot over his head, HJ turns the key and the bleachers begin to close in again.

LD: Oh my God! If those bleachers close in on Fuego, it could kill him.

FB: Good! Maybe he�ll learn his lesson in death.

LD: How can you be so rotten, Floyd?

FB: Simple: I don�t care about that brainless idiot and neither should you.

Fuego struggles to break HJ�s hold on him and finally finds the strength to move out of the way. As he gets to his feet, HJ comes at him with a double axehandle. Fuego responds with a kick to the midsection and hits a double arm DDT.

LD: Cover by En Fuego!

1...

2...

LD: NO! HJ kicks out! Come on, Fuego! Stay on him!

FB: Would you be impartial, Daley?

LD: You�ve been rooting for HJ the entire match!

FB: No I haven�t and don�t you dare misquote me. I�ll sue!

LD: Great, that�s just what I needed. A dozen alimony payments and now your sorry a**.

FB: Thanks a lot, loser.

Fuego grabs HJ�s head and starts to viciously rub it into the hard floor. The blood smears the floor as HJ�s cuts grow worse. Fuego picks him up and whips him hard into the wall. He then grabs HJ and throws him into a metal door which happens to be the emergency exit stairwell; the alarm being long since deactivated. Fuego makes sure to hit HJ�s head on each and every step as they make their way up. They come to another door and Fuego throws HJ through it; HJ landing on the gravel covering the roof.

LD: They�re on the roof now, Floyd! This is getting more and more dangerous by the minute.

FB: I�d love to see Fuego�s fat carcass go flying off the side of that building!

LD: I�d say HJ is more likely to go flying at this point.

As HJ gets to his feet, he�s immediately knocked back down by a hard clothesline from Fuego. Fuego gives a thumbs up and a wink to the camera before picking HJ back up. He moves him over to where the scaffolding is and hooks HJ for another double underhook DDT.

LD: If Fuego hits this move, it�ll be over.

FB: PLEASE GOD NO! GET OUT OF THERE, HJ!

HJ counters by head butting Fuego in the midsection. Fuego struggles to keep his balance on the rickety, old scaffolding. HJ grabs onto him around the neck and hoists him up in the air. HJ then lets him go; dropping him through the scaffolding and to the ground.

LD: OH MY GOD! RELEASE INNER LIGHT THROUGH THAT SCAFFOLDING! EN FUEGO MAY BE DEAD!

FB: YES! YES! YES!

LD: All HJ has to do is make his way downstairs and he could have this match won.

FB: It doesn�t look like he�s taking the stairs.

HJ moves closer and closer until he�s standing on the edge.

LD: Oh God no. No, don�t do it!

HJ jumps off the roof, through the broken scaffolding and lands on top of Fuego�s prone body. HJ twitches as he lands.

LD: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! OH MY GOD NO! Hardcore Jesus just hit a big splash from the top of the school to En Fuego lying on the ground!

FB: I wanted to see Fuego beaten as bad as anyone else but I didn�t want to see HJ die for it.

Colt runs through the emergency exit and down the stairs. He finally reaches the two men on the ground and checks to make sure they�re still alive. HJ moves slightly and manages to put his arm over Fuego. The referee, still in shock, finally responds by making the count.

1...

2...

3!!!!!

LD: Hardcore Jesus has won this brutal match up! Could you even call that a match?

FB: Not so much a match as the end of what was left of En Fuego�s career. I love it, Daley!

LD: I just can�t believe what we just saw. HJ is victorious but at what cost?

Medical staff on site immediately attend to the two men as we go to commercial.

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LD: Alright fans, it's now time for RCW to induct PDJ into the Circle of Legends!

The COL Logo with PDJ appears on the big screens.

The University of Arkansas Fight song blares over the PA speakers as the crowd cheers as AJ Supreme makes his way to the ring.

AJ: Let�s here it RCW fans, how have you enjoyed the action thus far?

Fans: R-C-W... R-C-W... R-C-W!!!!!!

AJ: That�s what I thought, RCW is bringing you the best wrestling action out there today. But with out future adu, it�s time to induct the newest member of the RCW Circle of Legends. And to help me do this is none other than former New Extreme Wrestling and World Pro Wrestling World champion, The Man, The Myth, The Legend, The Man They Call GRENDEL.

The crowd pops as �More Human, Than Human� by White Zombie begins to play across the loud speakers. GRENDEL makes his way to the ring, high fives and fist bumps along the way. GRENDEL shakes AJ�s hand as AJ hands him the mic.

GRENDEL: Thank you for the warm welcome, but tonight is not about me. It�s all about a real good friend of mine. It�s hard now a days to say you have a true friend in this business, someone who you know has your back no matter what. But this fella is one of the best in the business. He�s done it all, He�s been Big Gold Champion, Tag Team Champion, and a World Champion. Hell he�s even beaten me in the middle of the ring, and that�s not an easy task. And I could not think of any person more deserving to be the next wrestler to enter into the Circle of Legends. And that that Truth. So I thank you for this honor, in introducing the newest memember of the RCW Circle of Legends, �The Truth� Patrick Derek Jefferson, PDJ!

�The Truth by Beanie Siegel blares out through the PA speakers as the crowd rises to its feet. Out from behind the curtain steps �The Truth� Patrick Derek Jefferson, clad in a black suit with a gray button down and yellow tie. He stands still for a moment, apparently overwhelmed at the reaction. He waves a hello to the capacity crowd and makes his way to the ring, shaking hands with fans all the way down.

He jogs up the ring steps, and GRENDEL holds open the ropes as Jefferson ducks under the top and into the ring. He extends his hand to his old friend, and the two shake, then hug momentarily. Jefferson has a sly smile on his face. A �PDJ� chant echoes through parts of the building, and Jefferson holds his hand up to dim the noise as he brings the microphone to his mouth.

PDJ: Wow...just, wow. First off, lemme just say thanks to-ah hell, it feels too good not to say it. Yo St. Louis, how 'bout them first place Cardinals?!!!

The crowd cheers their approval, and PDJ chuckles before continuing.

PDJ: Nah, seriously, I'd like to thank my road dog Grendel for that fantastic into. Y'all might've heard it before, but there ain't many true friends you end up with in this business, but G is the truest of tha by far, and I appreciate him doing me tha honors tonight.

The crowd applauds Grendel who smiles and gives a nod of thanks.

PDJ: And I wanna especially give my thanks to AJ Supreme and all tha powers that be here in RCW for givin' me this recognition, but I wanna tell y'all a lil story about why I almost didn't make it out here tonight.

FB: Boooo-ring.

LD: Can it, Floyd!

PDJ: Now I don't mind tellin' y'all that I've been asked on more than one occasion to make appearances by promoters since y'all last saw me in tha ring. Matches, conventions, autograph signin's, tha whole nine yards. And I turned 'em all down. So when AJ Supreme and my man Grendel called me on tha three way and asked, that �no� was ready on my lips. But before I had tha chance, G said, �give it a day, Truth. Just give it a day's thought.� So I told 'em I would, but I had no intentions of changin' my mind. And then, it happened.

FB: They probably promised him free gold teeth.

LD: Shush it up,please!

PDJ: I was playin' a game of basketball with my son, Devonte. And I have to say, usually tha games end up kinda one sided. But not this time. We're tied 6-6, D takes a shot, and...swish. Game over. For tha first time, he got a game off me. It was one of the saddest days, and one of tha greatest days, that I can remember, and it put this all into perspective.

Jefferson pauses for a moment.

PDJ: Y'know, life is funny. You can be at tha top of yo' game, you can be at tha top of tha mountain, and then one day, without warnin', something comes up on you and tells you where you truly stand. And that's why tha day was sad. But when it comes to my son, I don't want him to be tha same as me, or chasin' me. Every sacrifice I've ever made, from when he was this tall-

Jefferson squats down to hold his hand horizontally at mid calf.

PDJ: Was so he would be better than me. And that day, on that court, he was. And when I used to think of tha prospects of sittin' in some convention center, with a bunch of guys from my generation complainin' about how times have changed, and signin' pictures of myself when I was a lil' younger, lil' faster, lil' stronger, but not any sexier, y'understand.

GRENDEL and the crowd laugh as Jefferson flashes a big megawatt smile.

PDJ: I didn't want to be front and center with tha best seat in tha house to show that my time had come and gone.

FB: He's got a point now, Daley. Finally.

PDJ: But just like with my son, time had come, and I could either try to stick my head in tha sand and deny tha facts, or I could embrace tha way life works. Much like with Devonte, after bein' in this business for so long, after all tha long nights, after all tha trainin', tha sweat, tha blood, tha injuries, I knew that in my mind, I wanted to leave this business even better than it was when I came in.

The crowd applauds.

PDJ: I called AJ Supreme back and I told him to count me in, because as someone who gave my all each and every day for all tha years I was in this sport, to be here with tha greatest fans in tha world, to support what I KNOW, is tha greatest wrestlin' promotion in tha world.

The crowd cheers enthusiastically as Jefferson nods.

PDJ: So I appreciate all tha love, and tha recognition of addin' me into this very select group. But I want y'all to understand that while I stand here today with yo' support grateful that I could help in any way to add to tha great history of this sport we love, I also stand here to remind each and every one of you that tha heart and soul of professional wrestlin' is not in pleasant memories of days gone by.

Jefferson shakes his head.

LD: Thank you! Hear that Boyd? Now stop bringing up all the titles you won twenty years ago, please.

FB: Daley, once you actually have a pleasant memory, you let me know. Actually, don't.

PDJ: It's in tha dedication of a Doug Gavelon.

The crowd applauds the mention of Doug's name.

PDJ: It's in tha never say die attitude of an Adam Davids, in tha cunning of The Phil, tha animal instinct of Ase, tha wildfire in Dewey Bird, and tha personality that only someone like Firebomb can bring!

The crowd cheers again and Jefferson nods and you can hear him mouthing �That's right.�

PDJ: So to all tha wonderful fans in St. Louis and all of those watching at home, all I can ask of you is tha same thing I will do, and that's to support tha top flight organization that's full of guys who give their all every single night to make sure you get yo' money's worth, 'cause I damn near gaurantee you that tha next man who could join me in tha circle is bustin' there ass out here for you!!

The crowd cheers at Jefferson's worse as he pauses a beat.

PDJ: And to all tha warriors in tha back, tha people it is my absolute pleasure to pass along this great sport to, what I can tell you is that with all tha word work you can muster, everythin' you put out will come back to you more than you can ever imagine. And for those of you who've been fortunate enough to have already reached tha mountain top, believe me when I tell you; every day you're there gets a lil' bit sweeter.

The crowd begins to applaud again, but Jefferson holds a hand up asking for them to please hold it.

PDJ: And I want to leave y'all with these words. Professional wrestlin' is a wild ride, and you owe it to yo'self to enjoy each and every minute of it. I've had a great career, done everythin' I wanted to do, and thanks to folks like those in attendance, I made a great livin' at it. I've invested my cash wisely, and even though I can look myself in tha mirror and know with confidence that my son will be taken care of for tha rest of his life, I know that when I'm in my golden years, I won't be countin' zeros. Not clutchin' bank statements. I will be bouncin' my grandbabies on my knee, tellin' 'em about tha time in Mexico I had an �I Quit� war with Delilah Ghost, tha toughest broad's ever been in this business. I'll look back fondly at tha wars I had with friends and foes and came out with this-

Jefferson flashes his ring finger, showing off his old WPW Championship ring.

PDJ: And when it's all said and done, and my time on this earth will be drawin' to a close, I'll know that life has finally passed me by. But I know something else...it was a hell of a ride...and that's....THE TRUTH!!

The crowd explodes at the sound of Jefferson's old catch phrase.

PDJ: Thank y'all for this, and please, let's all enjoy tha rest of tha show!

Every single fan in attendance is on their feet, applauding PDJ as he shakes hands with both GRENDEL and AJ Supreme. They leave the ring and walk up the ramp to the back as the fans return to their seats.

LD: What an amazing moment in RCW history, and we have been apart of it.

FB: I can't believe PDJ mentioned guys like Adam Davids and Firebomb as some of the best right now in the business when he failed to mention guys like former Southern Heritage Champion, Jeffrey Hollywood or Alex Crowe, or Havoc... now those guys are the true future of this business.

LD: Well we're about to find out if Alex is the future of this company because we are about to have our second title match of the night.

Cameras focus on Trip Gordan in the ring.

TG: The following is a Triple Threat Elimination Match for the RCW Natural Championship!

The crowd erupts in cheers.

TG: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada... Alex Crowe!

The lights start to flicker as "Survival of the Sickest" by Saliva begins to play. Alex Crowe slowly walks out and stands in the entrance, looking down at the ground. The crowd boos as Crowe raises his head. He slowly walks down to the ring, mocking the fans at ringside before sliding in. He then goes over to the ropes and stands on the middle rope, looking out at all of them with a smirk on his face. He raises his right fist into the air as the fans boo even more. The lights return to normal and his music fades as he gets off the ropes and goes to the corner, where he jumps up and sits on the top turnbuckle.

TG: Introducing the next challenger, from London, England... �Dandy� Jonathan Page!

The regal tones of "Ballad of the Virgin Soldiers" pipe through the PA system signalling the arrival of "Dandy" Jonathan Page. Page saunters down the aisle, his beautiful valet Scarlet on his arm, a look of disdain for the RCW crowd etched on his face. He wipes his feet on the mat before sitting on the middle rope to allow Scarlet into the ring, follwing shortly after her. Scarlet helps Page remove his cravat and jacket as the two confer one last time.

TG: And now, introducing the current RCW Natural Champion... from Lock Haven, PA... �The Purist� Nate Sipes!

The lights turn green and �Kashmir� begins playing. Nate runs down to the ring wearing a black hooded sweatshirt. He slides into the ring, jumps onto the far turnbuckle, holds up his hands, and removes his sweatshirt to reveal a blue and gold wrestling singlet. He then takes off the Natural Title from around his waist and holds it high in the air as the fans cheer loudly.

LD: Nate Sipes has his work cut out for himself tonight.

FB: There is absolutely no way Sipes is leaving with that belt, Crowe won't allow it Daley.

LD: You can't count Page out of the equation either.

FB: Yes you can.

LD: How can you say that?

FB: He already had two chances to become Champion in the past and he failed miserably.

LD: Maybe it's third time's the charm?

FB: I'm thinking more like three strikes and you're out.

Nate gets off the ropes and hands Butch the Natural title, who then walks over to Page and shows him the belt. He walks over to Alex, who still is sitting on the top rope and shows him the title. Butch then returns to the center of the ring and holds the belt high in the air as the fans start chanting.

Fans: Let's Go Nate! .... Let's Go Nate! ... Let's Go Nate!

The Champion smiles at the cheering fans as Butch calls for the bell and hands the title down to Trip at ringside. Jonathan Page immediately walks up to Nate and stands nose to nose with him in the center of the ring. They exchange a few words before Page slaps him across the face.

FB: OH B*TCH SLAP!

LD: FLOYD! Watch your mouth!

FB: We just watched as Page slapped the taste out of Nate's mouth, HA!

Nate rubs the side of his face as he nods his head. He dares Page to do it again and just as Jonathan tries, Nate blocks the strike and connects with a spinning back fist. The impact sends Page to the mat as Crowe laughs from where he's still sitting.

LD: Is Alex going to sit up there the entire match?

FB: Relax Daley, don't get your depends in a bunch. It's only the opening few minutes of the match, Alex is just pacing himself.

LD: He's avoiding Nate is what he's doing.

FB: He's doing nothing of the sort.

Nate sees Crowe laughing and starts heading towards him. Alex sees this and holds up his hands and motions that Page is behind him, about to attack. Nate turns around, ready for the attack but Page is still sitting on the mat, holding his jaw. Crowe quickly drops down from the top rope and nails Sipes in the back of the head with a forearm. The crowd boos as Alex smirks.

FB: That doesn't look like he's avoiding Nate to me.

LD: No, but he just tricked Nate into turning his back to him so he could attack him from behind.

FB: That is Nate's fault for making that crucial mistake.

Nate starts to get to his feet, only to get kicked right in the side by Crowe. The impact sends Sipes rolling on the mat in pain as Alex mocks him. He holds his ribs and looks down at Nate, who again tries to get up but only gets another hard kick to the ribs. The crowd really starts booing as Page is now up and he's putting the boots to the back of the Champion.

LD: Now come on, this isn't fair... two on one?

FB: Hey, Crowe didn't ask Page for help. Johnny came over and started stomping on Sipes by his own free will.

Alex nods his head and offers his hand to Page, saying they should work together to eliminate Nate first. Page nods his head and shakes Crowe's hand. Alex smirks as he pulls Page toward him and rams his knee into his midsection. With Page bent over, Alex connects with a spinning neckbreaker.

LD: That just further proves Crowe can't be trusted.

FB: First you complain they are double teaming Nate and that's not fair, and now you're whining because Crowe decided to keep going at it alone in this match. Geez Daley, you can't be content, can you?

LD: I'm ignoring you now.

Alex turns just as Nate is rushing at him and slams the Natural Champion with a Sky High slam. He holds it for the pin.

1.

LD: Kick out.

FB: Alex let him up.

LD: Oh he did not, just accept the fact Alex was only able to get a one count after that move.

FB: I thought you were ignoring me?

LD: I AM!!!

Crowe goes for slow turning neckbreaker but Nate counters into a rolling German suplex. Alex rolls out of the ring as Page is back to his feet and goes towards Nate, only to get a deep armdrag. Both men up and this time Page nails a hip toss on Nate, who is quick to get back to his feet but gets nailed by a Picture Perfect drop kick. The fans boo as Page stands over the fallen Nate and mocks him.

FB: As long as Nate is down and hurting, I'm happy.

LD: Page better watch out, here comes Crowe.

Alex is back into the ring and runs right at Page, who sees him coming and goes for a hip toss on him but Alex is able to land on his feet. He taps his head with his finger, motioning that he's smarter than Page but as he turns around, he also gets nailed by a Picture Perfect drop kick.

FB: Wow, I can't believe it.

LD: That is a pretty impressive drop kick.

FB: No, not the drop kick... I can't believe Page is actually having some offense in this match.

Alex gets to his feet as Jonathan connects with a few snap jabs before he sends Crowe back down with a elbow smash. Nate spins Page around and delivers a snap mare. With Page in a seated position on the mat, Sipes drives repeated knees into his back and shoulder blades before he runs, bounces off the ropes and comes back with a sliding drop kick to the back of the head. Jonathan rolls on the mat, holding his head as Nate goes for the cover.

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2..

FB: Kick out by Page!

LD: Sipes is trying to build up a head of steam though.

Alex gets up and rushes at Sipes, but Nate side steps him and allows most of Alex's own momentum to carry him up and over the ropes. Alex lands on his feet at ringside and uses the guardrail to steady himself. Nate runs and appears to be going for a suicide dive through the ropes, but Page is up and catches him in the drop toe hold. Sipes lands throat first across the middle rope.

FB: That's what I want to see.

LD: Nate is laying across the middle rope with his head and arms draped outside the ring. He better.... OOHHHH!!!!!

Alex rushes over and kicks Nate hard in the side of the head. The force of the impact causes Nate's body to twist around so now the back of his shoulders are laying across the middle rope and his head is still sticking outside the ring. Crowe takes a few steps back, runs, jumps up and grabs Nate's head, dropping down with a vicious neckbreaker over the ropes.

FB: AWESOME MOVE!

LD: I'll admit, that was very impressive!

Page pulls Sipes away from the ropes and makes the cover.

1.

2..

FB: NO! Alex reached in and pulled Page off!

LD: He didn't just pull Page off the pin, he pulled Page all the way out of the ring.

Page swings at Alex, who ducks and whips him into the guardrail. Crowe slides back into the ring and covers Nate himself.

1.

2..

LD: SHOULDER UP!

FB: Crap! I thought he was gone!

Alex pulls Nate up and they exchange a few punches before Crowe lands a knee to the gut followed by a bulldog. Page gets back in the ring and as Crowe rushes at him, Page delivers a tilt-a-whirl slam. Nate is back up and whips Jonathan into the ropes, he goes for a back body drop but Page counters right into a spike piledriver.

LD: He's been known to win matches with that devastating move, yet he isn't going for the pin here.

FB: He wants to make sure he finishes Sipes off.

Page climbs to the top and goes for a moonsault but Alex grabs Nate by the foot and pulls him out of the way. Page crashes chest first to the mat and Crowe quickly pulls him up and nails the D.T.A.

LD: Alex may have him here...

FB: D.T.A. !!!!!! No way is he kicking out!

Alex makes the cover as Butch makes the count.

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2..

3!!!

TG: Jonathan Page has been ELIMINATED!!

Alex kicks Page out of the ring as the fans boo him while he mocks all of them.

LD: It's now down to two Floyd.

FB: It won't be long until we're down to just Alex Crowe as the new Natural Champion!

Alex goes to pick Nate up but gets rolled up in a small package.

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2..

FB: KICK OUT!

For the next several minutes, Nate and Alex reverse each other's pin attempts into pins of their own, only scoring two counts each time. Finally after several near falls, both men rush at each other and connect with clotheslines. Nate and Alex both lay on their backs in the center of the ring as Butch starts the ten count.

1.

2.

3.

4.

FB: Get up Crowe!

LD: Neither man really moving yet.

5.

6.

7.

The fans are clapping and stomping their feet on the ground, trying to encourage them to get up and break the count.

8.

9.

Finally Nate gets to his feet with Alex close behind him. They lock up and exchange hip toss for hip toss and arm drag for arm drag. Finally both men fall backwards into opposite corners, as they regain their breath.

LD: Fast paced action here, but you've got to wonder how much longer these two can continue like this?

FB: As long as it takes for Crowe to win.

LD: Could you at least try to be unbiased just once?

FB: Nope.

Nate suddenly catches Crowe off guard as he sprints across the ring and nails a flying forearm in the corner. Sipes then climbs onto the middle rope and starts the ten punches to the head as the fans count along.

Fans: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9...

Nate pauses to raise his fist into the air, giving Crowe the chance to slip down and out through his legs. Alex is so quick, Nate can't react before Crowe drop kicks him in the back of his knee. Sipes falls to the mat, holding his knee as Alex immediately jumps on it. He lifts his leg and drives his elbow down onto the inside of Nate's knee. Alex does this two more times before locking in a tight knee-bar. Sipes screams in pain as Alex continues to apply more and more pressure.

FB: Nate is going to tap here and Alex is going to be the new Natural Champion.

LD: I'm not giving up on Nate, if anybody can endure this hold, it's him.

FB: What makes you say that?

LD: Well... he's the �Purist�.

FB: So what! That doesn't mean anything!

Nate is finally able to get to the ropes and Butch makes Crowe release the hold. Sipes rolls out of the ring and leans on the ring steps to steady himself as he tries to stretch out his leg.

FB: Look at that coward run away.

LD: Coward? He's just trying to get his leg mobile again.

FB: He's a coward, just admit it.

LD: No.

Alex decides to not let Nate recover as he runs, jumps onto the top rope and leaps out of the ring, crashing down onto Nate at ringside. Both men crumble to the ground as the fans boo while some chant Nate's name, hoping to get him to recover quicker.

FB: That's how you get the job done.

LD: That time major risk had major reward.

Alex rolls Nate back into the ring and climbs back to the top. The fans boo as Crowe jumps off and connects perfectly with the 360 shooting star press.

FB: SURVIVE THIS!!!! It's over!!!

LD: He's holding it for the cover.

1.

2..

LD: NO!!!!

FB: WHAT???

LD: Nate got his shoulder up at the very last possible second!!

FB: BUT HOW????!!!!

Alex can't believe it. He climbs to the top and goes for it a second time, only Nate is able to get his knees up in time. Alex lands hard and falls to the mat as the fans erupt in cheers.

FB: NOOOO!!!!

LD: That time high risk didn't pay off!

Nate gets to his feet and picks Alex up for a death valley driver. As he spins around, Alex's feet knock Butch down. Alex racks his eyes which causes Sipes to drop him to his feet. Alex goes for the D.T.A. ... but Nate reverses into his belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

LD: TIDAL WAVE!!!!

FB: Doesn't matter because Butch is knocked down and doesn't see the pin attempt.

The fans start booing as they realize what is happening. Nate realizes what's going on and he goes over to try and wake Butch up. Butch is still not coming too until Maya runs down with a bottle of water. She hands it to Nate who dumps it over Butch. The shock of the cold water revives the referee as Nate pounces back on Crowe for the pin.

FB: NOT FAIR!

LD: What's not fair?

FB: Interference.

LD: By who?

FB: Maya or whatever her name is.

LD: All she did was bring down some water to get Butch awake.

FB: INTERFERENCE!

LD: You're ridiculous.

Butch goes for the count.

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2..

FB: KICK OUT!!!!

Nate hits the mat with his fist as Crowe slowly gets to his feet. Nate goes for the Tidal Wave again but Alex reverses into the D.T.A. The fans boo as both men lay on the mat, almost completely out of gas. Finally Crowe rolls over and lands his arm across Nate's chest.

FB: YES!!!

1.

2..

LD: NO!!! KICK OUT!!!!

FB: OH COME ON!!!!!

The fans erupt in cheers as Nate kicks out. Alex gets frustrated and picks Sipes up, nailing him with the upper hand.

FB: I love that move.

LD: I don't think it's enough to end it.

Alex pulls Nate up and whips him into the ropes, but it gets reversed and Nate sends Crowe off the ropes. Sipes catches him and drills him into the mat with a huge spinebuster. He covers.

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2..

FB: KICK OUT!

Nate lifts him up, not giving him any time to recover and this time plants him in the center of the ring with a death valley driver. Sipes covers.

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2..

FB: SHOULDER UP!!!

LD: Nate can't keep Crowe down for the three.

FB: That's why he's going to win the title tonight Daley!

Sipes picks Alex up and places him on the top rope. He climbs up with him and motions to the fans, who cheer loudly.

LD: Nate looking for a superplex here.

Alex out of nowhere lands a sick head butt, which sends Nate falling to the mat. The impact causes Alex to have to sit down for a second to gather himself. He shakes out the cobwebs and stands back up on the top, but to his complete surprise, Nate is back to his feet and jumps straight to the top rope. Alex has no time to react as Sipes nails him with a major Tidal Wave off the top.

FB: UNREAL!!!

LD: WOW!!!!

The fans erupt in cheers as Nate makes the cover.

1.

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3!!!

Maya slides into the ring and hugs Nate as Butch raises his hand in victory while the crowd is clapping and cheering louder than ever.

TG: Here is your winner... AND STILL RCW NATURAL CHAMPION, NATE SIPES!!!!

FB: I can't believe it!

LD: Well you should, Nate Sipes has proven once again he deserves that Championship.

The fans continue to cheer as Butch goes to hand the Natural Title to Nate, but Alex grabs the belt out of his hand. The fans start to boo as Crowe shoves Butch out of his way.

LD: Now this is uncalled for, don't be a poor loser.

FB: Shut up Daley, Alex is about to give Nate what he truly deserves... that belt right upside his head!

Nate motions for Maya to back up as Alex looks him dead in the eyes. After a very tense few seconds, Alex takes a step back and puts the Natural Title over Nate's shoulder. Crowe nods his head before dropping down and rolling out of the ring. Nate and Maya look out at him as Crowe slowly back up the ramp and claps his hands. Alex then turns and walks backstage as Nate celebrates his win with Maya as the fans continue to cheer for him.

LD: What a match.

FB: Crowe should have won.

LD: Oh get over it.

FB: You get over it.

LD: Fans, we're going to take our last commercial break and when we come back...

FB: It's Main Event time!

COMMERCIAL BREAK - RIB CRIB: WHERE BOLD BEGINS

TG: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is our MAIN EVENT! Scheduled for one fall, and it is an Old School Cage Match for the Southern Heritage title!

The fans pop loudly.

TG: With the winner being the first man to climb the cage and have BOTH FEET touch the floor!

FB: Here we go!

LD: This is the one we've all been waiting for.

The lights dim in the arena and "Save Me" by Burn Halo hits the PA and the fans hit their feet with a deafening roar of boos.

TG: Introducing the first challenger, being accompanied to the ring by Tarja Turunen, weighing 235 lbs, hailing from Atlantic City, NJ by way of Helsinki, Finland, ladies and gentlemen... THIS IS ASE!

Ase and Tarja part the curtain, Ase attached to Tarja by the silvery leash. Ase lifts the hood of his cape as Tarja and him make their way to the ring, being booed loudly the entire way. Ase lets Tarja unhook him from the leash, and leans over and kisses Tarja before sliding into the ring. He then climbs into the middle of the ropes, perches on the top and second rope, crosses his arms in front of his chest and throws them out into a crucifix. Ase hops off the ropes and stretches his neck and hops up and down, loosening himself up.

FB: Right there, Daley, is your new Southern Heritage champion. Phil might be good, but Ase's the best around, and Gavelon hasn't even got a prayer in this match.

LD: I find that hard to believe, Doug Gavelon is a top contender in this business and has proven many times that even though he's the underdog he can beat anybody at anytime, in any match.

TG: Introducing the second challenger, weighing 225 lbs, and hailing from Lock Haven, Pennsylvania- "The Burning Hammer" DOUG.... GAVELON!

The lights go out in the arena and a mysterious voice says,"The future burns brightly for the only...wrestler...that matters." With that, �Through the Fire and Flames� by Dragonforce begins playing. Finally, Doug Gavelon comes through the curtain. He holds up his arms above his head and forms an �X� with the metal sign in each hand. He then jogs down to the ring, gets on the apron, bounces on the ropes a few times. He then turns around and does a front flip into the ring. When he lands, he holds his arms out and throws his head back. After a dramatic pause, he holds his arms back over his head and forms the �X� with the metal sign in each hand.

FB: You know, I can beat this song on Expert. Really.

LD: HUH? Listen to this sustained defeaning roar for Doug Gavelon!

FB: WHAT! Doug Gavelon's a whore?

Gavelon wastes no time getting right in Ase's face, and both men begin talking trash in the middle of the ring.

LD: Maybe these two want to wait until the champion gets out here and we set up the cage?

FB: Why bother? Ase has this match in the bag already. Why bother setting up the cage when the match is already over.

LD: Give me a break, Ase is not that overly dominating.

FB: He's beaten Phil twice, and seeing as Phil is light years ahead of Gavelon in talent, Gavelon doesn't stand a chance- Ase, your next champion.

"You're Gonna Go Far Kid" by The Offspring hits the PA system.

LD: I think The Phil will disagree with you on that, Boyd.

TG: Introducing the champion, weighing 284 lbs, and hailing from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, he is the current Southern Heritage Champion, ladies and gentlemen, THE PHIL!

Phil parts the curtain with the Southern Heritage title hanging from his hand. He tosses the title to the ground and climbs up onto the ring apron, and steps through the ropes. He gets right in between Ase and Gavelon, and begins trash talking Gavelon. Ase steps back and shrugs his shoulders as the ring crew begins to hook the cage walls together around the ring.

LD: And this pressure cooker is about to blow here. I'm actually surprised these three haven't started before they put this cage together.

As the crew sets up the walls, the arena goes silent, holding its breath. When the final two walls are hooked together with a satisfying "clunk!" The crowd begins to cheer again.

LD: And Ase is slouching into the turnbuckle watching Phil and Gavelon have words here.

FB: Not for long he isn't.

Ase begins creeping up behind Phil. Ase stands a foot behind Phil, and measures him.

LD: Ase hit the superkick!

FB: But Phil ducked! Gavelon got a face-full of Ase's foot right there.

Phil and Ase lock eyes on opposite sides of Gavelon, who is holding his chin on the mat. Both men take up defensive stances.

FB: Here we go, Ase and Phil, just like they wanted it.

LD: Gavelon is also a part of this match, I don't understand what these two are thinking.

Phil and Ase circle around Gavelon's body, never taking their eye off each other. The lock up over Gavelon's body, and when neither get the advantage, break off and take a step back.

LD: Well, Doug is back up to his knees now, still holding his jaw. Just the fact that he's still moving after that type of kick is beyond me.

Ase smiles darkly at Phil, and then proceeds to Buzzsaw Kick Doug Gavelon in the back of the head. The fans respond with "ohhhh."

FB: WHOO HOO! Did you hear that! Doug's done now.

Phil matches Ase's smile, and both men simultaneously begin to put the boots to Gavelon to a roar of boos from the fans.

LD: And now we see the whole truth. Phil and Ase plan to disable Gavelon, and have their match against each other.

FB: Brilliant move if you ask me, Gavelon may be the only wrestler that matters in his own mind, but these are two world-class competitors have a score to settle!

Phil stops stomping Gavelon, and goes to Gavelon's knee. He proceeds to kick the back of Gavelon's knee, then hook it into a modified standing knee pick.

LD: Look at this. This is atrocious! Phil is trying to do exactly what he said he was going to do- dislocate or break Doug Gavelon's leg and put him out of the match.

Phil tells Ase to back off a second, and lifts Gavelon up by the hair and leg. Phil put Doug back down the the match with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip.

FB: Phil wants to do it one more time!

Phil lifts a finger in the air, and picks Gavelon up again, He smiles at Gavelon with his leg in his hands.

LD: OH! Gavelon just nailed Phil with an enziguri! Phil is down!

FB: Uh-oh, and Gavelon is up!

Gavelon gets to his feet incensed, but Ase comes from behind with a forearm to the back. Ase rams Doug's head into the nearest cage wall.

LD: And the double-team might be too much for Gavelon here.

Gavelon turns around with rage in his eyes. He lets out a primal scream that puts the fans on their feet. Ase puts his hands up but Doug kicks him in the stomach, and rams him face first into the cage.

LD: Gavelon isn't done here!

Gavelon keep a hold of Ase and runs across the ring, slamming Ase's face into the opposite cage wall. Gavelon turns and throws Ase face-first into the third cage wall. He lets out another primal scream as he runs Ase across the ring into the fourth cage wall, and the fans pop loudly.

LD: Ase is somehow still standing on spaghetti legs.

As Ase is about to fall, he reaches down and clothesline Gavelon to the ground.

FB: Phil's back up, here we go.

Phil walks over to Gavelon and immediately picks the leg again. Phil drags Gavelon to the middle of the ring, and locks in a spinning toe hold.

LD: I don't see the point to this- Gavelon is a part of this match, just wrestle both of them, Phil.

Phil keeps using the spinning toe hold until Gavelon kicks Phil in the face, sending him to the mat. Both men get to their feet at the same time and begin exchanging lefts and rights as Ase uses the ropes the climb to his feet.

FB: Gavelon is surprisingly holding his own against Phil here in this slugfest.

LD: Here comes Ase.

Ase bounces off the ropes, and threads the needle between Gavelon and Phil, causing them both to turn to the direction Ase ran. Ase leaps onto the top rope and nails a Asai moonsault on both men.

FB: Did you see that? THATS why Ase is the next Southern Heritage champion. He leaped up to the top rope from the mat.

LD: I've never discounted Ase's ability in the ring- its the underhanded tactics, and attitude, and the disrespect I don't like.

Ase goes over to Gavelon, who gets to his feet first. Ase whips him across the ring, and Gavelon bounces off the ropes. Ase leapfrogs over Gavelon, who bounces off the ropes again. Doug goes to clothesline Ase, who ducks under him, and Gavelon plows Phil, who had just gotten to his feet.

LD: Phil never saw that coming.

FB: Gavelon never saw this coming!

Ase goes for another superkick, but Gavelon ducks under the foot. Gavelon goes for a clothesline, but Ase ducks and tries for a buzzsaw kick, but Gavelon ducks that, grabs Ase and nails him with a high impact German Suplex.

LD: And Gavelon is holding his own considering this has turned into a glorified handicapped match.

Phil gets to his feet, and chopblocks Doug Gavelon's knee.

FB: Hey, it's every man for himself. Phil and Ase will fight each other.

LD: Yeah, AFTER they incapacitate Doug.

Phil picks the leg of Gavelon's again, and this time rolls him over into a single-leg boston crab.

LD: And what is it going to take to stop the double team?

Ase gets to his feet, and stomps Gavelon in the head once. He then looks at the cage, looks back at Phil and Doug, and then proceeds to begin climbing the cage.

FB: Ase outsmarted Phil! Phil has no idea Ase is leaving the cage!

Phil turns his head as Ase is chest-high over the cage. Phil quickly climbs up the cage after Ase, who is about to put one leg over the cage. Phil stands on top ring rope and pulls Ase's leg down.

LD: These two are in high risk right here!

Phil slams Ase's face against the top of the cage three times in a row, and as Ase wobbles back on the cage, Phil turn, leaps and drags Ase down to the mat with a big time hangman's neckbreaker.

LD: Ase's neck could be broken! I've never seen a neckbreaker like that before.

FB: I used to do it all the time. They even gave me a ring for the most neckbreakers off the cage wall. It's no big deal.

Phil gets back to his feet and points his finger down at Ase, who is writhing in pain on the mat. Meanwhile, Gavelon takes advantage and as Phil turns around...

LD: Best Forearm Ever! Gavelon summoned the will to nail Phil right in the face with the Best Forearm Ever.

Gavelon gets to his feet and the fans cheer loudly and Gavelon begins to slowly climb the cage.

FB: Ase! GET HIM! Come on!

As Ase gets to his feet, Tarja point out Gavelon, who only needs to put his other leg over the cage to be on the other side. Ase runs and uses Phil, whose on his hands and knees, as a springboard to leap up and catch Gavelon's foot before he puts it over the cage.

LD: That was a fantastic display right there. Ase just leaped a good 10 feet in the air to catch Gavelon, but Gavelon may well be too far over for Ase to stop him.

FB: Nothing's past Ase.

Ase hooks Gavelon's leg in a strange grapevine in the cage. Gavelon fights to get out of it, but instead has to come back over the cage to relieve the pressure. As Gavelon throws his other leg over the cage, in comes down across Ase's shoulder, effectively having Gavelon sitting on Ase's shoulders.

LD: This look bad. REALLY bad.

Ase uses the cage to jump, causing Gavelon to lose his grip on the cage. Ase turns in mid-air, throws Gavelon off his shoulders, and drops him face-first with an electric chair drop.

FB: Wow! They wanted Gavelon out of the match, I think that will pretty much do it.

LD: What the heck is so great about that, Boyd!? Ase could've broken Gavelon's ribs, his sternum, Gavelon could have internal injuries.

Ase works his way to his feet, favoring his rear end which took the brunt of his fall. Phil gets to his feet, and and Ase and Phil begin exchanging lefts and rights.

LD: Ase and Phil are slugging each other. These two are swinging for the fences with every swing.

The fight in both men slowly drains, as the fists come more slowly and with less power. Meanwhile, Gavelon uses the turnbuckle to get to his feet.

FB: Wow! Gavelon is standing. Even I've got to hand it to him for that.

LD: But Gavelon is climbing the top rope, I'm not sure he's got all his bearings back yet.

As Gavelon reaches the top turnbuckle, Ase summons all his strength, and blasts Phil with a big forearm to the face. Phil loses his equilibrium, and stumbles into the ropes as Ase drops to his knee. Gavelon loses his balance on the turnbuckle and gets crotched on the top turnbuckle.

FB: Rough landing there.

LD: Phil's slapping his head to clear the cobwebs.

As Gavelon tries to recover, Phil shakes clear the cobwebs, and jumps up, clotheslining Gavelon back into the corner of the cage, still seated on the top rope. Phil climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, and locks in a front facelock.

LD: Phil's trying to superplex Gavelon.

Phil spends a long time setting up Gavelon for the superplex, Gavelon blocks the first superplex attempt, and Phil levels a few stiff fists into Gavelon's midsection to loosen him up. Meanwhile, Ase climbs the nearby turnbuckle.

FB: What is Ase doing?

Phil locks in the front facelock again, preparing to send Gavelon over, when Ase runs along the top rope towards Phil and Gavelon, leaps, and hits Phil with a sunset flip powerbomb as Phil brings Gavelon up and over with a superplex.

FB: Did you just see that?

LD: This match is like a car wreck- nobody is pulling any punches, it is just high impact after high impact.

Ase stalks around the two fallen men, and as Gavelon gets to his feet, Ase kicks him in the midsection and goes for a Killotus.

LD: KILLOTUS!

Gavelon lifts his head at the last second, and Ase spirals onto his back on the mat. Phil begins to get to his feet, and Gavelon calls for the "Burning Hammer." Gavelon lifts Phil up into the torture rack as Ase gets to his feet.

FB: My... god.

LD: I have no idea how to describe what I just saw. Ase hit the Killotus on Gavelon as Gavelon brought Phil down with Burning Hammer. It looked like a mass of limbs just twirling out of control.

FB: Yeah, but Phil landed on top of Ase, so everybody is down.

With everybody down, the fans begin to cheer in admiration at three men leaving it all in the ring. Doug, who doesn't have The Phil laying on top of him, gets to his feet first, very wobbly. Phil uses the ropes to get to his feet as Ase rolls away from him. Phil charges at Gavelon, and they exchange forearms near the ropes. Ase, on the opposite ropes, gets to his feet, and charges the two men.

FB: NO!

LD: OHH! Phil and Gavelon saw it coming, and just flapjacked Ase right into the cage wall.

Ase comes down hard, and red sprouts from his forehead.

FB: NO NO NO!

LD: Ase is bleeding big time. That cage just tore his skin to shreds.

Phil goes to kick Gavelon, but Gavelon catches his leg. Phil tries an enzuigiri, but Gavelon ducks, and still holding Phil's leg when he lands, transitions into an STF submission. Phil grabs the ropes, but there's no ref to make a break.

FB: Listen to Phil yelling. Gavelon is trying to break Phil's... leg? back? Neck? What the hell DOES the STF hurt?

LD: I'm going to go with all of the above, there, Mr. Legend.

FB: Yeah, well, since the STF didn't bother me at all cause I'm so great, I wouldn't know.

LD: You're a commentator! It's your JOB to know!

As Ase gets to his feet, Tarja is by him outside the ring. Ase says something to her and points apparently at the floor. Ase then goes over and stomps Gavelon in the head. Ase then walks over to the corner where Tarja is. But the focus is on Gavelon, who seems quite upset.

LD: I think there's an expression Ase used this week about poking a dragon. I think that's what Ase just did.

Ase and Tarja are doing something in the corner the camera doesn't catch as Gavelon walks up from behind Ase. Ase, with lighting quick reflexes, turns, and CRACK!

FB: WOAH!

LD: A chair! How did Ase get ahold of a chair!

Ase holds the chair up to a roar of boos. Ase throws the chair down violently on the mat. He stalks over to Phil, who is on one knee. Ase buzzsaw kicks him to another echoing of "ohhhs" from the fans.

FB: Looks like Gavelon and Phil are the ones who poked the dragon, Daley. Ase tastes his own blood, and we all know it takes him to a VERY dark place.

Gavelon, still shocked from the chair, is sitting in the corner, when Ase picks up the chair again. He lifts the chair to smack Phil across the back, but instead turns and does a running chair dropkick to Gavelon.

LD: Good God! That's just uncalled for.

Ase again lifts the chair up in the air to a roar of boos as Phil charges him and spears him to the mat. Phil begins raining down punches on Ase as Ase tries his best to cover up.

LD: And now it's an all-out brawl. Phil is just trying to pummel Ase through the mat right now.

Gavelon stumbles to his feet. Wobbly, he picks up the chair, and lifts it, and a deafening crack is heard as he brings it down on Phil's back. Phil's back contorts in pain as he rolls off Ase and start spasming.

FB: God that sounded like it hurts.

LD: How any of these men are still going is beyond me.

FB: You know, we've been calling these guys for a long time now, you think it's not really the desire to win anymore keeping them going so much as the desire NOT to lose.

LD: That's very true. Although- it kind of sounds like the same thing.

Gavelon tosses the chair down, and stumbles towards the cage. He slowly begins his accent up the cage. Ase crawls after him, and begins climbing behind him.

LD: This could be the final approach, Boyd, none of these men can have much left to give.

FB: I wouldn't count Ase out just yet.

Ase climbs up behind Gavelon, but Gavelon stops climbing. He lets Ase catch up to him, and slams his head into the cage. Ase wobbles with one hand and one foot on the cage. Gavelon grabs Ase and drops down with a Russian Leg Sweep.

LD: I don't think I can watch anymore. Each man has fallen from a far height numerous times.

Gavelon tries to spring right back up, but the fall catches him shortly after, and after a few steps he collapses against the ropes, arms holding him up by leaning against the rope. Phil, against the opposite ropes with the chair, charges Gavelon, but Gavelon sidesteps at the last minute.

FB: Phil just ate that chair by ramming it into the cage.

Gavelon goes quickly to the attack. He lifts Phil up before he falls, and forces him inbetween the ropes and the cage. Meanwhile, Ase, leaning against the corner, sees this, and yells something to Tarja.

LD: What sort of sick, twisted hell is unfolding now?

Gavelon grabs the chair, and Phil, shaking the cobwebs out, never sees Tarja climb up the cage behind him. Tarja feeds her hand through the square cage holes, and suddenly Ase's leash is now around Phil's neck, and Tarja is hanging by the leash on the outside of the ring.

LD: Tarja is choking the life out of Phil! My god, this can't get any worse!

CRACK!

FB: Spoke too soon again.

LD: Gavelon just swung that chair into Phil's face!

CRACK!

LD: My God! He did it again!

A sick smile spreads across Gavelon's lips as blood begins to flow on Phil's face.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Tarja drops down with the leash and Gavelon drops the chair as Phil slumps between the ropes and the cage, blood flowing profusely from his face.

LD: That was just... just... I like Doug Gavelon and all, but I cannot condone half a dozen chair shots to a defenseless man.

FB: It's that mean streak Gavelon lost that is his only chance to get out of this match. They admit themselves, Ase and Phil are monsters. Gavelon needs to drop the PG rating and get down with the violence if he's going to survive here.

LD: Speaking of which, what is Ase doing now?

Tarja and Ase are cooking something else up near a cage wall. As Gavelon observes his handy work on Phil, Tarja pulls a medieval mace from under the ring.

LD: No! Come on, guys! Don't bring that into the ring.

FB: DO IT! End their careers, Ase!

LD: You're despicable!

FB: Okay, Sylvester.

Tarja feeds the mace handle first through the square hole in the ring, and lets go when Ase grabs the handle. Ase yanks the mace through the cage.

FB: Uh-oh.

But the head of the mace is too large to fit through the square hole. Ase yanks hard again, and again, but nothing gives, meanwhile, Doug Gavelon places the chair on the mat behind Ase, and as Ase waves his hand at the mace and turns around, Gavelon kicks him in the stomach, and drives him onto the chair with a straight drop DDT.

LD: And now, all it is going to take is Gavelon climbing over the wall, and it'll be all over.

FB: No no no! Come on, Ase! Shake it off!

Phil starts crawling across the ring, to where Gavelon is making his climb. Phil gets to his feet, and stops for a second to put the steel chair across Ase's face, and stomp on it.

FB: Hey! That's cheating!

LD: THATS CHEATING?! Have you been WATCHING this match?

Phil climbs up to Gavelon, who again has a leg over the cage. Phil grabs the leg over the cage, and drags it back inside. Gavelon punches Phil in his bloodied face, but Phil responds by kicking Gavelon's legs out from underneath him. Gavelon drops and crotches on the top rope. Phil climbs to the top of the cage, and stands victorious in the middle of the cage wall.

LD: Phil's going to do it! He's going to prove himself right after all!

Phil turns back to face the ring, and looks out at the crowd.

FB: What's he doing? You've got this thing won, Phil, don't do anything stupid.

LD: Too late!

Phil leaps from the top of the cage to a blinding array of flashbulbs, and crashes down with a big legdrop across the chair on Ase's head. Ase rolls clutching his face as more red sprouts from new places on his face. Phil rolls to his stomach holding his lower back and Gavelon finally falls off the rope, clutching the jewels.

LD: The champion is down and bleeding, one challenger is down and possibly affected for one, and the other challenger is down and looks to be losing blood by the pint. Somebody call the damn match and get medical attention!

FB: No way, Daley! These are Gladiators in the Colosseum! The fight isn't over until there is a winner.

LD: Those fights were to the death, Boyd!

FB: How bad do you want the Southern Heritage title!?

LD: You are a disgusting human being... or are you a human being at all?!

Tarja is on the outside reaching in touching Ase, trying to get him to do something. She then tries feeding the mace between the ring apron and the cage to no avail. Ase uses the ropes to get to his feet slowly as Phil grabs the ropes in the corner and pulls himself up to his feet. Gavelon is in another corner on one knee, breathing heavy and still favoring the netheregion. Phil takes up a stance looks to be going for the Zero Hour. Ase gets to his feet, and takes one step and collapses motionless in the middle of the ring, and Phil smiles darkly and turns his attention to Gavelon. Gavelon gets to his feet, and Phil tries for the Zero Hour, but Gavelon counters it, and tries for a Final Judgement on the mat. Phil gets nailed but rolls through and back up, and when Gavelon hits his feet, Phil drives him down the Zero Hour!

LD: They've got nothing left. All of them are looking for the coup de grace to end this brutal brutal match.

FB: This match has been back and forth and forth and back, not a single one of these guys has really dominated the match. It has just been high impact followed by high impact, and it seems almost like rock, paper, scissors as to whose getting the next big move off.

Ase claws his way over to a turnbuckle as Phil says that's it and begins climbing. Gavelon grabs Phil's ankle before he even gets off the ropes. Phil tries to kick Doug off him, but Gavelon holds on tightly.

LD: And Phil can't believe Gavelon is still moving after the Zero Hour.

Phil drops down and begins stomping on Gavelon, who is getting to his feet regardless. Phil slams Gavelon's head into the cage, and tries again, but Gavelon blocks it, and tries to force Phil's head into the cage instead. Phil responds with a mule kick low blow. With Gavelon now down again, Phil begins his climb. Meanwhile, Tarja is trying to throw Ase's mace up over the cage, but it comes crashing back down. Ase begins climbing the turnbuckle and then the cage. Gavelon reaches down and musters the strength to stand. As Ase reaches the top of the cage and tells Tarja to throw the mace, Gavelon grabs Phil, and powerbombs him to the mat. Ase looks back, missing the mace as it drops back down again.

LD: It's a damned cage match, and Ase and Tarja have figured a way to get Tarja involved in the match.

Ase sees Phil on the mat, and leaps off the cage!

FB: BLIND DOUBLE CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!

LD: BUT THERE'S NOBODY HOME!

Ase lands hard as Phil rolls out of the way at the last second. Ase springs up to his feet, running to the corner clutching his chest and stomach.

LD: My god! Ase has to have internal injuries! He just HAS to! He dove into the empty pool, and it might just cost him the Southern Heritage title!

FB: Phil's still down, Ase's still down, and Gavelon can barely stand up straight.

Gavelon begins a very slow climb up the cage. Ase futilely just tries to reach for Gavelon, but he's across the ring, and Ase can't summon the strength to get up. Phil lays on his back motionless, rolling away from Ase sapping the last of his strength.

LD: And it looks like Gavelon has this match won, all he has to do is climb up and over, and he's halfway up there.

Gavelon climbs up above the ring ropes, and turns around. He balances on the cage and raises his arms in the air to a roar of cheers. He then leaps off and nails Phil with a Ground Zero frog splash

FB: HA HA! Gavelon isn't going to win because he let his pride get in the way. He was more concerned with taking Phil out than winning the belt.

Phil remains motionless as Gavelon writhes, clutching his midsection.

LD: Gavelon and Phil are both down, and Ase is clawing his way up the cage!

Ase slowly and painfully makes his way up the cage, grimacing and stopping constantly to favor his ribs.

FB: Ase's going to do it! He's gonna do it! I told you he would, Daley!

Gavelon uses the ropes to climb to his feet as Ase swings his legs over the cage and begins to climb down.

LD: It looks like this one is over, ladies and gentlemen.

Doug charges to the cage, and reaches through the square holes in the cage and grabs onto Ase's head to stop his descent.

FB: It's a stalemate, Boyd. Ase can't get Gavelon to let go, but Gavelon can't drag Ase back over.

Ase reaches through the cage, and swats Gavelon with a couple fists to try to break his hold on him. Gavelon responds by slamming Ase's head into the cage. Ase wobbles back but Gavelon grabs him and keeps him from falling. Tarja tosses the mace up to Ase, who tries to feed the handle in and jab Gavelon in the face, but Doug grabs the handle, and jams the head of the mace into Ase's face.

FB: ASE DROPPPED! HE WON!

LD: No he didn't, look at that.

Ase falls backwards, but his ankle gets caught in a hole in the cage. Ase's hands drag against the floor.

LD: Ase's FEET are not touching the floor. He has not won this match yet!

Phil reaches his feet, and leaping forearms Gavelon in the back, bringing him back down to floor, and leaning against the ropes.

FB: Phil's measuring Gavelon for something here.

Phil charges Gavelon to crush him with a clothesline, but Gavelon sidesteps and throws Phil's face into the cage. Phil stumbles back into Gavelon.

LD: BURNING HAMMER! Doug got all of it that time!

FB: NO NO NO NO NO!

Gavelon makes exaggerated movements as he grabs the cage with both hands, and climbs the cage with purpose, leaving Phil lying in the middle of the ring.

LD: Gavelon is up and over, all he has to do it climb down now! He's got it! He's got it!

Ase tries grabbing for Gavelon as Gavelon comes level with Ase. Gavelon smirks at a screaming Ase and drops to the floor.

DING DING DING!

LD: GAVELON DID IT! THE BURNING HAMMER IS THE NEW SOUTHERN HERITAGE CHAMPION!

FB: NO! THIS CAN'T HAPPEN! DO A RECOUNT!

The fans erupt and take the roof off the building as Gavelon falls to the ground, exhausted from the brutal match.

TG: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the Old School Cage Match.... and NEEWWWWW Southern Heritage champion, "The Burning Hammer" DOUG GAVEEEEELLLLOOOONNNN!!!!

Butch Fitzpatrick brings the Southern Heritage strap and lays it on Gavelon's chest and raises his arm in the air. Gavelon doesn't get up, but grabs at the Southern Heritage title.

LD: GAVELON IS THE NEW SOUTHERN HERITAGE CHAMPION! Nobody thought he could do it! Phil and Ase tried their best to make sure he didn't do, but he did it! Gavelon overcame the odds and is now the new Southern Heritage Champion!

FB: This is a travesty! An utter travesty!

LD: OH SHUT UP FLOYD!!!

Tiffany rushes down to ringside and helps Doug to his feet. The fans continue to fill the arena with their cheering and clapping as the camera zooms in on Doug and his newly won championship.

Tiffany embraces Doug as he walks up the ramp and stands on the entrance stage. The rest of the 7 Day Army comes out and stands by his side, Nate Sipes, Maya, Wacko Carl and Extreme Beavis. All four men hold up their Championships as the fans are going absolutely wild.

LD: Look at that Floyd, The 7 Day Army holds all the gold right now in Razorback Championship Wrestling! History has been made tonight, but we are out of time!

FB: I still can't believe this, Ase had the match won!

LD: Thanks for joining us fans, we'll see you at Southern Dynamite 43!!!!!

The camera gets one last shot of Doug Gavelon with the Southern Heritage Championship before fading out.