[The UPN logo flashes across the screen, and then a moment later onto a black screen, the 
following words are stamped in white text....]

         *<The following program may not be suitable for all viewers.>*
         *<It contains violence, adult language and some adult themes.>* 
          *<Viewers should not attempt any of the feats seen on this>* 
          *<program, as they are performed by trained professionals.>* 

                       *<Viewer discretion is advised>*


[Then the screen goes blank again, before featuring the RCW logo....]




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[Fade in to outside the Baltimore Arena.. camera set at an angle catching 
the full view of the stadium as well as it's flashing sign "Live! Tonight!
RCW Presents No Limits!". The camera makes a dramatic sweeping motion past 
the sign and towards the building lit up dramatically against the darkness 
of night.. and stops in front of a door that reads "Personnel Only".] 

[And why does it stop there.. oh? Because a man stands leaning up against 
the wall.. sporting what appears to be blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt..
black duffel bag swung over his right shoulder.. lit cigarette fixed in his 
left hand. The man? Devon Case. He eyes the camera.. and through the darkness
you can see the anticipation.. maybe the anger in his eyes.. and more 
importantly.. the staples in his forehead. He takes a long drag of the 
cigarette, letting the smoke out in a slow exhale.]

DC: Johnny.. oh Johnny Boy. The day of reckoning is here.. and your final 
hour has arrived.. do you feel it Johnny? That sense of urgency tingling down
your spine.. that sickness in your stomach.. that piercing anxiety coursing 
through your veins.. you wanna run.. but you know you can't. 

[Case just nods with full belief in his words. Purpose.]

DC: You know the old saying.. "Nowhere to run.. nowhere to hide".. don'cha 
Johnny? That's your life now.. what's left is just a brief series of moments 
here.. in the Baltimore Arena.. that lead up to your final moment on this 
earth.. struttin' on down to ringside.. praying to God that your boys in the 
back can take me out while you run.. while you try to save yourself.. but you 
know deep down inside as do I.. that your fate was sealed long ago.

It was sealed long before last Impact.. long before you put a bunch of staples
in my forehead.. it was sealed long before Atlantic City.. long before I put 
you through a goddamn slot machine. You sealed your fate with your own words.. 
with your own self-righteousness. You asked for this whether you know it or 
not.. you asked for this Johnny. 

[Case takes another drag of the cigarette.. letting the notions soak in as he 
exhales..]

DC: So tonight.. we dance the dance of death.. and one of us.. has got to 
lose. And we both know who that man is.. don't we Johnny? It's clear.. isn't 
it?  You've been a marked man for a long time now.. you've been labelled as the
man to beat.. everybody inside this company knows what you are made of.. what 
you are capable of.. how you get things done around here.

Do you have any idea what I'm capable of?

[He snaps the cig in half between his fingers and tosses it to the ground.. a 
look of slight insanity overcomes..]

DC: You don't have any idea what I'm about Johnny.. and that became quite 
apparent on Impact. I told you weeks before that you had awoke a sleeping 
giant.. and that the giant was hungry.. well tonight.. he feasts. He feasts on 
you.. your running mates.. and ultimately.. your National title. Did you think 
last week.. that you had softened me up? 

[Case points to his forehead and the staples] 

DC: Would you consider this my weak spot? Try it.. pull 'em all out.. hell.. 
maybe I'll help you Johnny.. just to see the look on your face when I do it.. 
the loss of hope.. the loss of faith in your well-being. Or is my weakness in 
the fact that you have the numbers.. that Chris'll be resting up after his war..
and that I'll be left alone for the pickings of the Legacy of Malice? Try me. 
Bring in Shade.. bring in Starks.. give me a Zero Heat kick or three.. a few 
hundred lariats.. and watch in dismay as I kickout _every_ _single_ _time_. 

[Case smiles.. a cocky yet purposeful grin.]

DC: It's in the cards my friend.. your fate has already been sealed.. and as you
have stopped my World once before.. tonight.. _tonight_..

I stop yours.

[Fade out.]


[The screen goes blank again, before reopening on a black and white screenshot of RCW National
Heavyweight champion Johnny Axis. He's standing in the ring, smiling, with the title belt around
his waist, and his well-known Media Whore shirt covering his upper body. Mellow, quiet violin 
music plays in the background....]

VO: A champion intoxicated by the possession of power...

[The screenshot begins to move, but very slowly, turning into a slow-motion silent clip. Still 
in black and white, Axis walks across the ring and throws his arms in the air, his demented 
eyes darting back and forth.]

VO: ...psychotically doing whatever is necessary to hold onto his position on top of the 
wrestling world. A man without morals.

[A flash of red and then another still screenshot comes up. This time it's of Devon Case. The
shot is a fairly close-up one, showing Case's head and shoulders, and therefore not revealing
much of the background. Case is wearing his "Better than Tampa" t-shirt, and has an intense
frown on his face.]

VO: A challenger less concerned with power, than with destroying the man who currently 
possesses it....

[The shot moves, into a slow-motion black-and-white clip of Case walking over to a fallen 
opponent and dropping down onto them with an elbowsmash.]

VO: ....a straight-shooting assassin with a rebellious streak a mile wide.

[Again, a flash of red, and another different black-and-white screenshot. It's Tripp Shade and
Tony Starks, both standing in the ring and looking towards, or rather past, the camera. Shade
has a microphone in his hand, and his trusty sledgehammer over his shoulder, while Starks simply
stands in a staunch pose. The violin music starts to pick up intensity and speed.]

VO: The twisted egomaniac, hell-bent on dropping the hammer on anyone who gets in his way...and
the quiet-but-lethal enforcer, doing what he deems necessary for the greater cause....

[Into a slow-motion clip, showing Shade driving the hammer into the body of Chris Courtade, and
then of Tony Starks nailing Devon Case with a big kick.]

VO: ...together, a lethal combination of silent power and boisterous venom.

[Flash of red - black and white screenshot. It's Chris Courtade, close up. Even though the shot
is still, the look of focussed intensity is unmistakable in the Texan's eyes, as his mouth
curls into an angry snarl.]

VO: And finally...the personification of southern-bred toughness... 

[Slow-motion clip - Courtade lariats another hapless opponent into oblivion.]

VO: ....a man who looks past pain and adversity with a pinch of down-to-earth ruggedness, a 
touch of never-say-die fortitude, and the intensity of a destruction-bent tornado.

[Now the music is really starting to intensify, and a bigger flash of red hits the screen. It 
is quickly replaced by another black-and-white shot. This one is of Johnny Axis, Tripp Shade 
and Tony Starks, standing in the ring, all looking very smug and happy with themselves.]

VO: Three dangerous and ruthless superstars, riding high at the top of their self-imposed Legacy
with a taste for blood and a sadistic penchant for breaking bones and ending careers. In their 
own minds they are self-styled legends.

[Another big flash of red, and this time the black-and-white shot is of Devon Case and Chris 
Courtade, standing in the ring. Case has an assured smile on his face, while Courtade looks on 
with his usual determined frown.]

VO: And two no-nonsense Legend Killers, who've shed their share of blood, and tasted their 
share of pain at the hands of the Legacy. Hellbent on revenge, these two modern-day outlaws 
would like nothing more than to add three more names to the list of legends they've stamped out
beneath their boots. 

[The music is really at a crescendo now, as the rolling clouds resound with cracks of deafening
thunder. A lightning bolt strikes down from deep within, and the camera pans down to follow the
path of the bolt. It finally reaches it's target, and by the magic of computer animation that 
target is the Baltimore Arena, all lit up at night.]

VO: Tonight, in two matches, the legends and the legend killers collide....

[The camera zooms down to ground level, showing the grand arena looming above.]

VO: ....in a battle which will know....



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                               LIVE from the Baltimore Arena
                                    Baltimore, Maryland
                                  Sunday October 14, 2001
                                    On the UPN network
                               =============================


[As the logo explodes onto the screen, the song "Click Click Boom" by Saliva starts to play, 
with its modern metal sound. The screen comes to life with fast-paced, colorful images of RCW 
wrestlers in action!]

#On those Saturdays# 
#when kids go out and play#
#yo I was VP in my room# 
#I let the stereo blaze# 

[Johnny Axis nails Alex Extreme with his Stop the World hammerlock-hooked-leg northern lights 
suplex at the Maximum Risk supercard.]

#Wasn’t faded, not jaded#
#just a kid with a pad and pen#
#and a big imagination#

[Chris Courtade lariats a steel chair into the face of Vlad Stukovski, sending blood splattering
from the big Russian's nose.]

#All this, I seek, I find#
#I push the envelope to the line#
#make it, break it, take it# 
#until I’m overrated#
 
[Luke Kinsey and Dan Kauffman stand nose-to-nose, in an age-old show of defiance.]

#Click#

[Devon Case holds his arms in the air as the crowd around him rises in appreciation.]

#Click# 

[Alex Extreme dives off of the top rope, landing on Johnny Axis outside the ring with a huge 
plancha.]

#Boom#

[As the singer yells "Boom" Alex Extreme collides impossibly hard with the mat, having been 
powerbombed through a hole in to the top of the Rage in the Cage structure by Eric Vanguard, 
during the main event of the Caged Rage supercard.]

#I’m coming down on the stereo#
#hear me on the radio#

[Tommy Stephens, Mark Langseth and Goku Waru stand in front of a Team Langseth banner.]

#Click#

[Rosco Riggins holds the CCT belt high into the air.]

#Click# 

[Eddie Jacobs hangs Simon Prime off a balcony by a rope, hanging and strangling him.]

#Boom# 

[Again in time with the word "Boom", Tripp Shade's mighty sledgehammer collides with the head 
of Chris Courtade.]

#I’m coming down with the new style# 
#and you know it’s buck wild# 

[Team Canada roll into the ring, hockey sticks in hands.]

#Click# 

[The American Idols nail a hapless opponent with their Double Standard finisher.]

#Click# 

[Trevor Hextall nails Rick Sly with his Game Misconduct heart punch.]

#Boom# 

[Johnny Axis drives Jim Catanzaro into the mat with Stop the World.]

#Click# 

[Tony Starks looks at the camera, not a sign of emotion on his stoney face.]

#Click# 

[Tripp Shade nearly takes Jim Catanzaro's head off with his Zero Heat Kick.]

#Boom#

[Luke Kinsey lands on some unidentifiable opponent with his Magic Carpet Ride frogsplash 
finisher, bouncing up slightly after hitting.]

#Click# 

[The Messiah glares out from beneath thick strands of wet hair, his arms out in a crucifix 
pose.]

#Click#

[Devon Case points to his "Better than Tampa" t-shirt, smiling.]

#Boom# 

[Juan Vasquez piledrives Eddie Jacobs through a casino gaming table, sending cards and chips 
flying everywhere.]

#Click# 

[Johnny Axis points to the National title belt around his waist, smiling.]

#Click#


*BHAAAA-BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!*



[Suddenly we're live inside the packed out Baltimore Arena (we know that because it says so at 
the bottom of the screen), and a huge explosion of pyro erupts from the ring and entranceway. 
The fans are sent into a frenzy of excitement!]

LVK: OH YEAH!!! WELCOME TO THE BALTIMORE ARENA....WELCOME TO THE CITY WHICH IS HOME TO THE 
REIGNING SUPERBOWL CHAMPIONS....AND...

....WELCOME....

...TO...

....NO LIMITS!!!!

[The pyro continues, with reds, blues and sparkly silver ones, all around the ring and on the 
entranceway. The camera pans to show the capacity crowd, full of standing, cheering fans, many 
of whom are holding up signs. Above and behind the entranceway stage stands the RiverTron. It 
currently features the words "NO LIMITS" in black writing on a background of fire.

The entranceway is comprised of a black metallic stage standing some 10 feet above the arena 
floor, with a black and silver ramp leading down from it to the aisleway, which is bordered by 
black iron-pipe ring railings on either side.  The center of the entranceway is a black cloth 
curtain, with the RCW logo on it in red. And of course the RiverTron looms above all of this.

The ring features a white mat with a blue RCW logo and red UPN logo, dark blue ringropes, and 
light blue turnbuckle pads. From the ring apron to the floor hangs a dark blue apron-skirt, 
which bears the words "No Limits" in white handwriting-type writing. The ringside floor is 
covered in a thin dark blue matting, and the same metal ring railing as was just seen in the 
aisleway circles the ringside area.

Finally the camera comes to rest on the ringside table where our esteemed presenters, Larry Van
Keel and Rick "Precious" Perle are sitting. Larry has on a dark blue suit jacket, white shirt 
and grey tie. Rick has his long black hair tied back in a ponytail and is wearing a pompous 
grin on his weathered face. He has on a black polo shirt, featuring the white RCW logo on the 
left-hand breast. Their names flash at the bottom of the screen.]

LVK: Yes indeed fans! Larry Van Keel here along with Rick Perle, and boy is the Baltimore
Arena rocking tonight!

RP: This is *the* place to be Van Keel!

LVK: Yes it is! And why wouldn't this capacity crowd of 15,000-plus be buzzing? Tonight's
line-up is like nothing ever seen before in RCW!

RP: Heh, I hate to shill, but I think there's absolutely *no* doubt that this is the biggest
show so far in RCW's existence. From top to bottom, this is gonna be one helluva night!

LVK: No kidding. The big main event that we'll be counting down to is of course the epic 
battle pitting National champion Johnny Axis against Devon Case. The bad blood between those
two has reached a boiling point, thanks to the reprimandable tactics of Axis and his Legacy
friends. Axis is the most successful National champion of all time, but has he ever faced a 
challenge as strong as Devon Case?

RP: Well, no...but it doesn't matter. Johnny walks away with the belt, simple as that.

LVK: You're awfully confident Rick. On top of the huge main event, we've got a number of other
exciting matches. Just look at this line-up [looks down at the paper in front of him]....Chris
Courtade and a mystery partner take on Tripp Shade and Tony Starks...Luke Kinsey faces Dan
Kauffman...Juan Vasquez defends the Gateway title against former champ Eddie Jacobs....Alex
Extreme goes one-on-one with Mark Langseth....wow!

RP: It's gonna be a huge freakin' night Van Keel...



#EVERYTHING SUCKS!#


[A moderate crowd pop goes up around the arena as "Everything Sucks (Andy Wallace Remix)" by 
Dope begins its full fast-paced metal blast...]

#I never cared that much#
I never kept in touch#
Most of all what really sucks#
Is everything and all of us#

LVK: It looks like we're going to kick off No Limits with a visit from the boss!

RP [sarcastically]: Hooray.

[Dressed in faded blue jeans and a light green RCW polo shirt, Fletcher waves a few times as 
he walks down the aisle with a self-assured smile on his face. He climbs into the ring, and is 
handed a microphone.]

Fletch: Baltimore, Maryland!

[That's a pretty good way to start, with a HUGE HOMETOWN POP!]

Fletch: All of you in this building, and all of you watching at home on UPN, I hope you're 
prepared for one helluva night! Because the Argh See Freakin' Dubya's in the house!

[HUGE CHEAP HEAT POP!]

Fletch: That's what I thought. Don't worry, I'm not gonna stand out here and ramble on for too
long, I've just a few announcements to make. Then I'll get out of the way and let the real 
action begin. 

[Pause, smile.]

Fletch: First of all, as you saw a few moments ago, the questions about the health of Devon 
Case have been answered. Devon *will* wrestle tonight, against Johnny Axis!

[FACE POP!]

Fletch: So will Chris Courtade - he got pretty banged up last week, but he's ready to pull on 
the boots tonight!

[FACE POP!]

Fletch: Tripp Shade....Tony Starks...even if Chris hasn't been able to find a partner for 
tonight....boys, I wouldn't wanna be in your boots.... 

[Suddenly a figure jumps the guard-rail and slides into the ring. A young man with shaggy hair,
he is dressed in cut-off black jean shorts and a white t-shirt. He climbs to his feet in the 
ring, and unrolls a large cardboard sign, which he flashes towards the camera. It reads "STOP 
THE WAR! PEACE IS THE ANSWER!".]

RP:: What the hell?!

[The fans pick up on what is happening, and those who can see the sign begin to boo loudly. 
Fletch is a bit taken aback, showing that this obviously wasn't planned. The sign-toting fan 
jumps right up to the RCW boss, and grabs the microphone....]

Crazed fan: War is not the answer! The bureaucratic pigs are killing innocent lives in 
Afghanistan...

[Now the boos are DEAFENING! Fletch pulls the microphone away, looking more than a bit pissed 
off.]

Fletch: Whoa, whoa there friend. You've obviously got something important to say. Why don't 
you look right into the microphone....

[Without warning he grabs the fan by the head, hooks him into a front headlock....]



*THUUUUDDDD!!!!*



LVK: OHMYGOOODDDDD!!! FLETCH DDTED THE FAN!!!

[The crowd goes NUTS with a THUNDEROUS POP!!]

RP: OH YEAH!! F[bleep] THAT PEACE-LOVING NAMBY-FRIGGIN'-PAMBY!!

[The fans are all on their feet, and a chant of "USA, USA" goes up in earnest. Fletch gets up, 
adjusts his shirt, and rubs his hands off, before offering the out-cold fan an offering of 
middle finger. He brandishes the microphone angrily.]

Fletch: I'm sick of whiney bitches like this trying to get all moral and s[bleep]. I guess 
this Goddamned piece of s[bleep] forgot that six thousand freakin' people died because of that
motherf[bleep]er Bin Laden and his camel-riding bitches. 

F[bleep]K ANYONE who disagrees with bombing those sons of bitches...

F[bleep]K 'EM ALL!

[Throwing down the microphone, an obviously-enraged Fletcher climbs from the ring, as the fans
continue to cheer, and security climb into the ring to take out the fan. They have to carry 
him though, because he isn't moving.]

LVK: My God! The RCW President with a DDT on a fan who intruded into the ring...and then a 
curse-filled tirade! The Boss sure is fired up about the subject of the war against the 
Taliban!

RP: Hey, I've always hated Fletcher more than just about anyone, but I totally agree with him 
right now! That punkhead pussy fan deserved to get his ass kicked!

LVK: I have to agree Rick. No matter what your stance on the war in Afghanistan, no fan has the
right to enter the ring uninvited. If they do, they have to suffer the consequences.

RP: And how about that DDT? The boss has been training!

LVK: Indeed...

[David Stokes steps into the ring, wearing a tuxedo with red bow tie, and fiddles with the tie 
a bit.]

LVK: Dave Stokes is in the ring, so it must be time for our first match!


[Stokes raises the microphone to his lips.]

DS: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! This match is a six-man tag team ELIMINATION match...

...And is the opening match for YOUR... NO LIMITS SUPERCARD!

[Healthy crowd pop!]

DS: INTRODUCING FIRST!...

[System of a Down's "Chop Suey" blares over the loudspeakers, and a modest amount of dry-ice 
smoke billows into the entryway.]

LVK: Well fans, we have we got a doozy of a match to start you out with...

RP: WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THIS STUPID MUSIC!

[Tommy Wyldside steps out first, wearing a pair of leather pants with "TW" across the backside, 
a leather jacket, and his blonde hair pulled back into a long ponytail. Close behind, of course,
are his partners.]

[On the left is the madman himself, Shaun Borders -- pierced and covered in tattoos and scars, 
as usual.]

[On the right is Insei ARAI, dressed in his one-piece, sleeveless inverted-Y costume and his 
signature silver-on-black shooting star mask.]

[The fans give a solid reaction as the face team plays up their entrance, egging the cheers 
on!]

DS: ...From LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY... TOMMY *WYLDSIDE*! 


From SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS... SHAAAAAAAAAAUN BORDERS! 


And from the "Heavens of Japan"... INSEI... AAAAAAAARAI!


[The three slowly make their way to ringside, enjoying the crowd support.]

RP: ...Look at the ego this Wyldside kid has -- he's making them all come down to HIS music! 
Why don't they get their own entrances, Larry?

LVK: It's just a matter of convenience, Rick! We'd be out here all night waiting for the match 
if everyone got their own entrances!

[The music fades in the background as the trio makes it into the ring.]

RP: Yeah, right. If I was ARAI or Borers, I'll take my hand and slap that blonde punkhead right 
upside his...

DS: ...AAAAAAAND THEIR OPPONENTS!

[The lights go down in the arena, and a dark red hue comes over the entranceway, black fog 
rises from the sides as a voice over speaks.]

V/O:  "Praise Jesus, Praise Jesus, Praise Jesus."

[Sounds of drums hitting fill through the arena until they are broken by..]

V/O:  "IF YOUR 555 I'M 666!!!!!"

[With that, the videotron emblazones the logo in black, written in red of... *THE MESSIAH!*]

[Suddenly and without warning 'Psalm 69' by Ministry begins to blare through the arena as the 
lights come on.  Messiah walks out from the back, wearing a  black t-shirt that in white reads 
'Messiah, Greatness Runs Through Thee', loose brown pants and a pair of sandals.]

[Standing next to him is Kenneth Morlock. He doesn't look too happy to be teamed up with the 
Messiah, nor coming out to HIS entrance. He tries to stay away from him as much as possible -- 
which works out well, since Messiah is doing his best to ignore Morlock completely. Either way,
the crowd's booing the pair pretty heavily.]

#congregation, please be seated and open your prayer guides to the book#
#of revelations, psalm 69#

DS: ...the team of VIC MORRISON... "THE NEW LEGEND," KENNETH MORLOCK... and MEEEEESSSSSIAH!!!

#drinking the blood of jesus#
#drinking it right from his veins#
#learning to swim in the ocean#
#learning to prowl in his name#

[Messiah walks down, bobbing his head with the music.  His hair hangs loosely over his eyes, 
his skin pale and contrasting with the light bouncing off of it. Morlock follows warily behind.]

#the body of christ looked unto me#
#a preacher with god-given hands#
#he wants you to suck on the holy ghost#
#and swallow the sins of man#

#psalm 69#

[Sliding underneath the ropes, Messiah looks out to the crowd, extending his arms in a crucifix. 
He bobs his head with the music, getting up on the 2nd rope, soaking in the boos.]

#the invisible piss of the holy ghost#
#comes down like acid rain#
#they're making a bonnet of terminal guilt#
#the scavengers go on parade#

["The New Legend" lets Messiah get in the ring and do his showboating. In the meantime, Morlock
climbs the ring steps to the apron, still giving the Messiah space. He pauses to thrust his 
hands up towards the crowd, getting a respectable amount of boos himself.]

#the fathers who write that eternity#
#is used to fight the sword#
#have filled you up with the devil's cock#
#and he'll come in the name of the lord#

#the way to succeed and the way to suck eggs#

[After the last word, Messiah jumps down staring his opponents down and waiting for the match 
to start.]

[Morlock, on the hand, looks concerned about something. Not the fact that Messiah is his 
partner... he's actively looking around for something or someone.]


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| \ | || | Light-Heavyweight six-man match   
|  \| || |     
| . ` || | Messiah, Vic Morrison and "The New Legend" Kenneth Morlock
| |\  || |____  vs Shaun Borders, Insei ARAI and Tommy Wyldside
|_| \_||______|
written by Dan H
                 
 

*DING DING DING!!!*

[Messiah seems confident and ready to go, but the other wrestlers continue to look around 
edgily. One can't help but notice there's something missing.]

LVK: ...Hey! Isn't there someone missing in this picture?

[See?]

RP: Who? What now?

LVK: ...Vic Morrison! He's supposed to be in this match, and he's not even here!

[By golly, Larry's right! The other team -- the one with THREE members -- finally decides to 
let ARAI start the match. The other two proceed to their corner, and just as it looks like the 
show's going to go on without Morrison...]

[The lights dim as the crunching, opening riffs to "No More Tears 2000" by Black Label Society 
begins blasting over the PA.]

RP: ....Alright! *HERE* we go, Larry!

LVK: Oh, please. And you were complaining earlier about Wyldside?

RP: Hey, Morrison knows how to make an entrance! Now shut up and enjoy!

[The driving rhythm of "Five Finger Crawl" by Danzig begins blasting over
the speakers to an annoyed heel pop from the crowd.  Yup... it's that
bastard Vic Morrison again.]

# The fingers cross around your neck #
# The more you live # 
# The more they take #
# The more you breathe #
# The more they want #
# The fingers cross upon your face #

[Morrison walks down the rampway, shooting DAGLARE~! at the RCW faithful. He's dressed to 
wrestle, even if he isn't wrestling, allegedly- crimson tights with a black "V" going down 
each leg, outlined in gold.  Right in the middle of the "V" sits a black "M". Kneepads are 
worn underneath the tights.  Morrison also dons black wrestling boots as well as white tape 
around his wrists.  In addition to all this, he's wearing a sleeveless RCW "No Limits" shirt...
and carrying a box of Kleenex.]

# You leave me cold #
# Couldn't pay the price #
# You leave me cold #
# Cold as the... #

# Some have to have #
# Some like to bleed #
# The more they take #
# The more you need #

[Reaching the ringside area, Morrison grabs a chair and props it up in front of the ring.  He 
sits himself down in it, placing the box of Kleenex tissues on his lap, and folds his arms. The
ref argues with him, while ARAI *demands* he get in the ring. Morrison's only reaction is to 
blow his nose *LOUDLY* into a kleenex and cough.]

LVK: What in the world is this?

RP: ...Can't you see, Larry? The man can't compete tonight!

LVK: And why not?

RP: He's been infected by a deadly sinus virus!

LVK: Oh, give me a BREAK. He just has a cold -- if even THAT.

RP: Personally, I think it's courageous of the man to even be OUT here tonight if he's sick.

[He's also one hell of a distraction. While ARAI's trying to goad him in, Messiah takes 
advantage of the situation, clubbing ARAI with a running forearm across his back that dumps 
him to the apron.]

LVK: Messiah with the cheap shot, and we're underway here at NO LIMIT 2001!!

[And we're underway in a hurry, too! Messiah immediately tries to bring ARAI into the ring with
a suplex over the top rope, but ARAI slips free and falls behind! ARAI runs, hits the ropes... 
tries a dropkick, but Messiah catches his legs! ARAI smacks face-first on the mat while Messiah
hooks the legs. Messiah falls back and pulls up, and...]

*WHACK*

LVK: ...WOW! Wheelbarrow powerbomb counter by Messiah on ARAI!

[ARAI slides out of the ring with his own momentum, falling to the floor. Morrison scoots a 
little farther away from him, but otherwise does nothing but sniff and look miserable. Wyldside
angrily ducks through the ropes!]

RP: Hey! There was no tag! THAT'S ILLEGAL!

LVK: Referee Mark Gioffre giving some leeway to the wrestlers... and why not, Rick! I want to 
see what all these guys can do!

[Wyldside's charge is met by a simple step-aside by Messiah... then a BIG back-bodydrop off the
ropes when he comes back!]

RP: Serves him right. Wyldside's already shown tonight that he's both a limelight hog AND a 
cheater!

LVK: Will you stop it?

[Messiah picks the man up quickly, giving him a HARD knife-edged chop across the chest!]

[Crowd] WHOO!

[And another!]

[Crowd] WHOO!

[Irish whip to the ropes... Suddenly, wyldside drops and slides on his stomach between 
Messiah's legs! Confused for a moment, Messiah turns around, and...]

*WHUMP*

[...discovers the hard way that ASAI has gotten back to his feet!]

LVK: ...HOLY COW! Springboard flying leg-lariat by ARAI!

RP: A double team! THAT WAS *COMPLETELY* ILLEGAL!

[Wyldside moves to the outside, in accordance to the rules. ARAI stands back up, playing up 
the crowd... and when a groggy Messiah stands up and turns around...]

*WHACK*

[...Right in the head with a roundhouse kick!]

LVK: HERE'S THE COVER!

















ONE!





















TWO!





















...NO! Just barely a two!

RP: No way you're going to beat Wrestling's Annointed like that, Larry!

[Wrestling's Annointed, as Rick puts it, backpedals into his corner and tags Morlock, holding 
his jaw and glaring at ASAI. ASAI's all for Morlock coming in. Morlock looks a little hesitant 
at first, still glaring at Messiah with distrust, but eventually climbs into the ring and goes 
right for ARAI! The fans pop!]

LVK: ASAI and Morlock hooking it up in the center of the ring now... ASAI with a headlock!

RP: Yawn. How exciting.

[Morlock pushes against ASAI's side, shifts, and finally reverses into an arm wringer. Followed
by a headlock of his own!]

RP: ...YEAH! Now THAT'S exciting technical wrestling, Larry!

LVK: It's a HEADLOCK, Rick.

[Not JUST a headlock! Morlock quickly drops down and drop-toeholds ARAI! He floats over... 
and... starts slapping the Japanese star across the back of his head.]

LVK: COMPLETE disrespect by Morlock for his opponent, there.

RP: I dunno. I kinda liked it!

[ARAI climbs back to his feet, glaring. They lock up again... lightening-fast ARMDRAG on 
Morlock! And another as he staggers back up and charges wildly! A japanese arm-drag! And then 
a DROPKICK, right in the mush! And finally, ARAI gives Morlock the same treatment he just got, 
paintbrushing the back of his head!]

RP: What was that? REF, GET HIM OFF MORLOCK!

LVK: Turnabout is fair play, Rick!

[And speaking of things illegal... Morlock slaps the mat angrily and gets back up. He feigns 
another lockup with ARAI, then just thumbs him in the eye. Morlock ignores the ref's warnings 
and drags ARAI back to his corner in a facelock. Messiah tags Morlock's shoulder, adds a 
facelock of his own... they lift ARAI... then bounce him on the top ropes and fall back!]

LVK: Double springboard suplex by Messiah and Morlock!

RP: Now THAT'S teamwork!

LVK: Cover by Messiah!





ONE!






















TWO!





















...NO!! Just a two-count.

[Angrily, the duo tries to pick ARAI back up... but ARAI fights them off! He dives between BOTH
their legs, then leaps and tags Tommy Wyldside in his corner... who's already on the top rope! 
He leaps! CROSS BODY BLOCK ON BOTH MEN!]

LVK: INCREDIBLE!

[The fans give a noticiable amount of cheers, and Wyldside is on fire! He slugs Messiah and 
Morlock one at a time, first with punches... then with clotheslines! The fans are going nuts! 
He grabs the head of both his opponents... DOUBLE NOGGIN-KNOCKER! Now THAT'S old-school! 
Messiah and Morlock fall to the ground, clutching their foreheads in pain!]

LVK: Tommy Wyldside is a HOUSE OF FIRE!

RP: [snickering] He's certainly flaming, all right.

LVK: What's THAT susposed to mean?!

[No matter! Wyldside, still pumped up, hits the far ropes, bounces off, runs... leaps to the 
top turnbuckle... and SOMERSAULTS to the floor, where Vic Morrison isn't even paying attention 
to the match! Wyldside COLLIDES with Morrison, sending him and his chair tumbling backwards and 
kleenexes flying everywhere!]

LVK: THIS CROWD OF NEARLY 15,000 IS ON THEIR FEET!

RP: THAT'S NOT RIGHT! STOP THIS! MORRISON CAN'T COMPETE!

[Wyldside slides back into the ring, the fans behind him! He meets Morrison, Messiah has been 
ushered out of the ring... manhatten drop by Wyldside! Wyldside keeps his momentum going and 
hits the far ropes! But Morrison drops down at the last second in defense, STILL clutching his 
groin in pain... Wyldside is forced to hop over him and run to the other ropes... and...]

*WHACK*

[...catches a steel chair right in the back while the ref is tied up with Messiah! The face 
team is LIVID!]

LVK: Morrison with that steel chair, and he certainly looks fine NOW, Rick!

RP: What COURAGE this man has, to compete with a horrible virus like this!

[As the ref is finally freed up, Morrison finally rolls into the ring. He angrily drags both 
Wyldside and Morlock over to his corner and "tags" Morlock. ASAI and Borders complaining loudly
to the ref the entire way. Morrison picks up Wyldside, hooks him in a full nelson, and...]

*WHUMP*

LVK: ...DRAGON SUPLEX! HERE'S THE COUNT!







ONE!





















TWO!






















THREE!

[DING DING!]

RP: It's OVER! Morrison has won against ALL ODDS!

LVK: Calm down, Rick. It's an elimination match.

DS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... Tommy Wyldside has been ELMINATED!

RP: ...Aw, CRAP!

[Morrison gives Wyldside a stomp for good measure as he rolls from the ring, still angry. The 
now Wyldside-less team debates hotly with Gioffre, but Mark didn't see it, so -- of course -- 
he can't call it. Morrison continues to taunt his opponents.]

LVK: Now, look at this. Morrison calling for his next opponent...

[Suddenly, Morrison's eyes go wide, and he's SPEARED right out of his boots by a charging 
ex-schitzo!]

LVK: ...AND HE'S GOING TO GET SHAUN BORDERS! Did you see how fast he got in the ring to answer 
Morrison's challenge?

RP: Yeah, yeah, I saw it already! C'MON, MORRISON!

[Rick's cries fall on deaf ears, as Morrison gets HOISTED by an irate Borders into a 
head-and-arms overhead suplex! Borders picks up him, and then hits an EXPLODER suplex! He 
covers and hooks the leg!]

RP: BORDERS WITH THE PIN!






ONE!






















TWO!






















TH- NO! Stomp to the back of the head! Morlock breaks up the count!

[Morlock is ushered back out by the ref. Borders gives him a lethal stare... but is distracted 
long enough for Vic to get back to his feet! WHAM!]

LVK: HUGE diving lariat by Morrison!

RP: All this, with a deadly infection raging through his body! *sniff... snif...* VIC MORRISON 
IS MY HERO!!

LVK: Get over yourself, already!

[Morrison staggers back up and grabs Borders by the hair, tossing him into his corner. He tags 
in Morlock, and the two stomp away at Borders' midsection, while Messiah holds Borders there by
his throat!]

RP: That's what you gotta do with a guy like Borders! Stay on 'em! Don't give him a chance to 
fight back!

LVK: Agreed, Rick... Borders is a dangerous man in that ring, if he can just stay focused...

[The triple-team eventually ends, leaving Borders and Morlock in the ring. Morlock whips 
Borders to the ropes, catches... SPINEBUSTER! Morlock is writhing in pain! Borders hits the 
rope... SOMERSAULT senton splash! Borders is writhing in pain, and Morlock is celebrating!]

LVK: Morlock with both the advantage in numbers AND control of the match...

[That is, until ARAI -- finally sick of all the cheating tactics -- leaps into the ring, 
hitting a running one-handed facebuster on Morlock! The New Legend crashes to the mat 
nose-first, and now it's the heel team's turn to protest!]

RP: Nobody tagged ARAI! GET HIM OUT OF THERE!

LVK: The ref's letting it go, Rick! THINGS ARE QUICKLY DEGENERATING HERE IN BALTIMORE ARENA!

[And they are, too! ARAI whacks Morlock with a series of midsection and shin kicks, then grabs 
Morlock by the hair, running and throwing him over the top rope! Morlock smacks back-first on 
the mat and winces in pain! ASAI plays to the crowd, and they love it!]

[He doesn't have the advantage for long, though, as The Messiah is quickly in to clothesline 
him over the top rope! He crashes down hard next to Morlock! Messiah's celebrating now, and 
wouldn't you know it...]

RP: LOOK OUT!

LVK: SHAUN BORDERS CHARGING MESSIAH!

[Messiah sees it coming though! He ducks, dumping Borders over the top rope with a 
back-bodydrop... but Borders catches the top rope and lands gracefully on the apron. Messiah 
turns! BORDERS GRABS HIM! THE CROWD GOES NUTS IN ANTICIPATION!]

LVK: No! NO!

[BORDERS BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEXES MESSIAH OUT OF THE RING AND ONTO MORLOCK AND ASAI! HUGE POP!]

RP: SWEET MOTHER OF PETE! He could've broke Messiah's neck!

[It's not over yet, though! Borders catches a running shoulderblock from Vic Morrison that 
sends him sprawling to the outside as well! And now Morrison's climbing the top rope! Everyone 
else is slowly pulling themselves up to their feet...]

LVK: Borders to the outside!... VIC MORRISON IS GOING UP TOP!

[The fans are standing and cheering in anticipation!]

LVK: What's he going to do here?

RP: WE'RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT, LARRY!

[You know what he's going to do? He's going to leap SKY-high off the top turnbuckle and crash 
down chest-first into ALL FOUR MEN, that's what he's going to do! Bodies go flying everywhere! 
The crowd is going crazy!]

[Crowd] R-C-DUB! R-C-DUB! R-C-DUB!

LVK: MY GOD!

RP: LOOK AT THAT MAN! Violently ill! And STILL no concern for his body! VIC MORRISON IS A TRUE 
ICON!

[Somehow, through all this mess, Kenneth Morlock manages to stagger back into the ring, 
dragging himself to mid-ring. Sure, we applaud his bravery, but there's someone ELSE sliding 
under the bottom rope as well... and Morlock finds out who when he turns around!]

LVK: ...SPEAR! ANOTHER SPEAR TACKLE BY SHAUN BORDERS!

RP: Borders is picking him up, Larry! This could be it for Morlock!

LVK: Borders clutching the man for a gut-wrench?... No! He lifts him overhead! HE'S GOING FOR 
THE PSYCHOANALYSIS!... No! Morlock escapes!

RP: Don't count the New Legend out yet, Larry!

[Morlock slips behind, still holding Borders' arm. He tries for a short-armed lariat, but 
Borders ducks! Aaaaand...]

*HOIST*

*THUNK!!!*

LVK: *MASSIVE* GERMAN SUPLEX BY BORDERS! HERE'S THE COUNT!







ONE!





















TWO!























THREE!!!!!!!!

[DING DING]

DS: Ladies and gentlemen... Kenneth Morlock has been... ELIMINATED!

RP: Okay... NOW you can count him out.

[Borders still had a lot taken out of him by the plancha and the big suplex finish, though. He 
staggers over to a corner, catching his breath and trying to get to his feet. In the meantime,
ARAI and Messiah have made their way back into the ring. ARAI sees Messiah and goes for a 
spinning wheel roundhouse, but Messiah catches his leg... lifts... and ARAI THUDS to the mat 
from a modified lift-up, sit-down powerbomb! He picks up ARAI, scoops again, lifts...]

LVK: ...NORTHREN LIGHTS BOMB on the other side of the ring, by Messiah! Here's the cover, 
AGAIN!














ONE!
























TWO!
























THREE!!

We've got another elimination!

[DING DING]

DS:
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... Insei ARAI has been... ELIMINATED!

[Things have finally calmed down, now. Borders has pulled himself to his feet. He looks across 
the ring, and sees the Messiah and Morrison plotting. Well, okay -- maybe not so much plotting,
as Messiah pulling Morrison, still groggy from his chest-first dive, to his feet and whispering
suggestions. Borders... is not pleased. To say the least.]

LVK: Uh oh. This is... not a good situation for Borders. Not in the least.

RP: Agreed, Larry... he's in there against two of the best lightweights in this business. 
Nowhere to run. NOWHERE TO HIDE.

LVK: Shaun Borders may be a little screwy in the head, Rick, but he's not the running type.

RP: Says YOU.

[Morrison and Messiah continue to plot. Finally, Morrison nods in agreement. The two brace 
themselves as Borders does the same. They tense, edge, and finally, CHARGE!... Well, Borders 
and Morrison charge. Messiah feigns a charge, then suddenly pulls back. He grins and quietly 
slips off to his corner while Morrison gets grabbed, then RELEASE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEXED by 
Borders.]

LVK: ...What was THAT all about?!

RP: Simple, Larry! ALL of these men are ultimately after the same thing -- the Skydevil title. 
The Messiah, being the GENIUS that he is, is hedging his bets.

LVK: Look, I don't like Morrison all that much, either, but at least help your own partner out,
for crying out loud!

[Larry's pleas are ignored, as Borders continues his onslaught, hitting a BEAUTIFUL 
tilt-a-whirl gutbuster. He picks him up, leaps, and follows it with an equally as pretty 
hurricanrana... finally, he backs off a few steps, bellowing with rage motioning for Morrison 
to get up. The crowd rises!]

LVK: Here we go! Borders ready to put Morrison away! AAAAAND... SUPERKICK!

[Or... not. The Superkick sails harmlessly over Morrison's head as he ducks, grabbing Borders 
from behind, aaaaand...]

*THUD*

LVK: ...BACKDROP SUPLEX!

RP: Borders has got to be seeing STARS right now!

[Morrison certainly thinks so, as he staggers back up. Glassy eyed, he finally calls for the...]

RP: ...VIC-TIMIZER! He's ready to end this one!

LVK: Vic Morrison picking Borders back up! Shaun Borders is groggy! This could be it!

[Slowly, still winded and beaten from this match, Morrison wraps up Borders from behind, 
winding the cobra clutch... hooking the leg... but before he can drop forward with his 
trademark finisher, Borders struggles! He blocks the move! HE'S STILL ALIVE AND KICKING! The 
fans cheer like mad!]

LVK: BORDERS STILL HAS SOMETHING LEFT! He's trying to fight it off!

[One elbow in the gut doesn't do it. Two doesn't. But on the third, Vic is finally forced to 
break the hold! He holds on to the arm and tries to twist it into a submission hold of some 
sort, but Borders uses the leverage to propel himself behind Morrison, and...]

*THUD!!!*

LVK: GERMAN SUPLEX!

[He's not done, though! He rolls back up, still behind Morrison! He hooks the arms!]

*WHACK!!*

LVK: TIGER SUPLEX! SHAUN BORDERS HAS SNAPPED!

[And it's obvious, from the look on his face, that he has. He rolls through again, hooking a 
full nelson. Before he can complete the Dragon Suplex, and THIS week's Circle of Chaos finisher,
he catches a big rabbit punch to the kidnies from behind. It staggers him just enough to 
release Vic, who crumples to a heap on the mat. Borders is whirled around by Messiah, and is 
stunned by the sneak attack just long enough to be hooked into a front facelock, lifted, held, 
and...]

*KA-THUNK!*

LVK: ...OH MY *GOD!* Messiah jumped Borders from behind, and HE JUST HIT THE HOLIER-THAN-THOU 
BRAINBUSTER!

[Messiah is ushered from the ring and strongly repremanded by the ref, but the damage has 
already been done. Vic Morrison crawls over, slinging an arm onto Borders.]

LVK: Here's the count!














ONE!

























TWO!!






















THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING DING DING DING!]

DS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, Shaun Borders has been eliminated! Therefore, the winners of this 
match... 


VIC MORRISON... 


AND MEEEESSSSSSIAH!!


[The crowd is on their feet and BOOING the duo like you wouldn't believe for their cheap 
victory. Regardless, Messiah climbs into the ring with a big grin on his face, helping his 
"partner" up.]

LVK: Well, Rick... I don't like how it ended, but you have to hand it to Messiah, and 
especially Vic Morrison. They're both hell of an athletes...

[Messiah holds his partner's hand up, demanding the crowd celebrate his talent. They boo even 
louder, of course.]

LVK: ...you have to hand it to Borders, too. He gave it his all, but two men were just simply 
too much.

RP: You're damn straight there, Larry. Morrison and Messiah are both the FUTURE of this...

[Rick is interrupted when the Messiah, still grinning happily, pulls Morrison into a HUGE 
short lariat that practically takes the man out of his boots!]

LVK: ...What the HECK?!

[Messiah's still grinning. He grabs the man, picks him up, hooks the front facelock... pulls 
him up vertical... aaaaaaaaaaand...]

*KA-THUNK*

LVK: ...HOLIER-THAN-THOU BRAINBUSTER! WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS?

RP: I TOLD you, Larry! The Messiah's not stupid -- he's hedging his bets!

[The Messiah is pulled off by the ref and forced out of the ring, still grinning. He turns and
walks towards the back, ignoring the MASSIVE heel pop from the fans aimed at him, leaving 
Borders and Morrison half unconscious in the ring.]

LVK: But... but...

RP: C'mon, Larry. Don't be naive. If MORRISON had a chance to do the same thing, don't you 
think he would? Huh?

LVK: ...Well... you make a good point.

RP: EXACTLY. Messiah is a THINKING man's wrestler. He's SMART. And I like his style!

LVK: Regardless, fans... Borders put up one hell of a fight, but your winners are the Messiah 
and Vic Morrison, and that horrible sneak attack by Messiah at the end of the match just proves
you can't trust this sicko!


[Shot cuts to the Team Langseth locker room, where Mark Langseth is 
preparing for his match by... well, sitting down and watching TV. In the 
corner behind Langseth is the rest of the Team: Tommy Stephens, Goku Waru, 
and the Mysterious Suited Guy. Waru & Stephens are talking, somewhat 
heatedly, as MSG tries to take some peaks at what Langseth's watching.]

TS: No, no, I can't do that! I might... get hurt!

GW: Buttah you must put it are on tha rine! And we wirr be thele fol you.

[MSG sort of nods as he keeps watching TV.]

TS: I think my idea's better. Just think of it - I won't even get a scratch 
on me and Riggins won't be able to touch me. Come on!

GW: Ahh, buttah it is not tha way to win a titre.

TS: No... Let me ask Mark...

[Stephens goes over to Langseth and taps him on the shoulder as Waru 
begrudgingly follow while MSG speeds up so he can get a better view of the 
set.]

ML: What? Can't you see I'm watching something vitally important?

TS: Hrm... EWA Wr-

ML: Don't say... Would you just get on with it?!?

TS: Ok, here's the deal... Now, I've got this Challenger's Choice Title 
thingamajig coming on around the corner now and I don't know which match to 
take. Now, Waru, he says I should have a barbed wire, bring your own weapon, 
C4, tomato can, scorpion death match for the title...

[Waru nods.]

GW: It wourd be good fol him!

TS: And, uh, I wanted to have a match with scheduled breaks, all holds 
barred for Riggins and none for me, and I get to overturn the ref's decision 
in the end.

GW: It is nottah good idea! Thele's no fight to tha match.

[Langseth thinks for a minute, rubs at his chin while doing so.]

ML: Hmm... Well, I know what you should do.

TS: Yeah? Well, spill it! My match is on, like... I don't know, but -

GW: Soon, soon...

ML: Yeah, anyway, what you need is a... Submission match. Yeah, that's the 
match for you. Just go out there and make Riggins submit to you.

TS: But... But...

ML: You do want to humiliate him, right?

TS: Well, yeah, but...

ML: And you wanted to break him, right?

TS: Uh, yeah...

ML: Well, what other better way to do it than by beating him and hurting him 
at his own game?

GW: Buttah he can't do that! He knows balery any submission maneuvahs!

TS: Yeah! I can't -

ML: Just remember these words, Tommy... "You can do anything you set your 
mind to." A wise man once said those words... Me.

[Langseth nods and goes back to his obviously intriguing television program 
as Stephens thinks of what to do. Waru start whispering him to not take 
Langseth's advice while MSG just stares blankly at the TV set.]

[Fade back to the ring, where David Stokes is standing patiently.]


DS: Ladies and gentlemen.. your next contest is for the Challenger's Choice Title.. [Pop!].. 
introducing the challenger..

[Boiler Room's "Superficial" plays as Tommy Stephens comes out, arms raised high, to a 
smattering of boos. Stephens looks around the crowd with arms still raised, wearing a goofy 
grin on his face. He wears - clothing-wise - a "Team Langseth" T-shirt, purple-striped black 
wrestling tights and a pair of black boots and.... YES! The Member's Only jacket has returned! 
Stephens finally lets his arms down and struts down the ring like a mad strutter 
before rolling his way into the squared circle. After requesting a microphone, Stephens... 
speaks!]

TS: Now, all of you out there, I've got a couple short things to say. One? Meet your new 
Challenger's Choice Champion... me. And two?

[The crowd starts to boos a little louder, wanting Stephens to get on with it already.]

TS: I said... And two? This match here, I'm going to make it geared towards a strong point of 
mine... It's going to be something I know a whole -

[A cup flies into the ring, which really gets to Stephens.]

TS: It's a damn submission match, ok!

[Stephens throws the microphone at the cup and goes to his corner all in a puff.]

RP: WOO!

LVK: What?  Does this man have no end to his ego trip?  A submission match?! Against the 
submissionist in Riggins?! 

RP: How humialiating it will be for Riggins to lose his title.. in what some would call his own
specialty match.

LVK: Quite possibly, you may be right.

[Cut back to the ring announcer, Dave Stokes.]

[An explosion of blue and white pyros send the lights to black.   Godsmack's "Sick of Life" 
hits over the PA system as the crowd pops.  Spotlights pan over the audience as blue strobes 
ignite around the entrance way.] 

DS: Making his way down to the ring, he is the Challengers Choice Champion. From Edmonton, 
Alberta, Canada weighing in at 245lbs, here is ROSCO RIGGINS! 

#Paralyzed, nothing's getting through to me# 
#Hypnotized from all my surroundings.# 
#I wanna be something I could never be.# 
#I wanna say things that I could never say.# 
#Yeah, I'm gonna do it again!# 
#I'm gonna do it again!# 
#I'm gonna do it aga-i-i-i-i-i-n!# 

[Emerging from the back comes Rosco Riggins.  Riggins is immaculately built, his dedication to
this chosen endeavor most apparent.  Each movement is filled with precision and practiced grace
from years of training, he is an obvious product of unparalleled work ethic. Shaven dark hair 
frames a strong featured, clean-shaven face; handsome in a rugged manner.   His eyes, ice cold 
blue and intense, shine with determination, giving him a look of utter seriousness at all 
times.] 

#Sick, of my life# 
#I'm tired of everything in my life.# 

[Clad in his trademark half blue, half black wrestling trunks and matching elbow pads, Riggins 
looks as intense as a man can be. Black boots, calflets and kneepads accessorize his legs and 
his hands and his hands and forearms are covered in white athletic tape.] 

#Dragged down# 
#Rubbing my face in the ground.# 
#No time for the undecided.# 
#I wanna know why I've always felt alone,# 
#And I wanna love. Why am I untouchable?# 
#Yeah, I'm gonna do it again!#I'm gonna do it again!# 
#I'm gonna do it aga-i-i-i-i-i-n!# 

[Riggins makes his way to the ring without pause, looking not at the legions of people packing 
the arena but rather straight into the ring and straight into the eyes of his opponents and 
partner  this night. Fans reach out for him but he ignores them, so focused is he.] 

#Sick of my life!# 
#I'm tired of everything in my life.# 
#I never wanted to be sick of my life.# 
#I'm tired of everything in my life.# 

[Riggins enters the ring, climbing into a turnbuckle, title in left hand, his right raised in a
fist as he looks about a little bit more.  Hopping back down, he hands off his belt, moving to 
his corner and rubbing his hands in anticipation, never letting his gaze become distracted.] 

LVK: And there's the champ.. 

RP: Chump?  You're damn right Van Keel.

LVK: I didn't say that.

RP: I read your mind, Jedi-style.

LVK: [sighs]


 _   _  _      
| \ | || | Challenger's Choice Championship match   
|  \| || |     
| . ` || |  Rosco Riggins (c) vs Tommy Stephens
| |\  || |____  
|_| \_||______|
Written by Mike G               



[DING! DING! DING!]


LVK: And here we go.. Stephens charges to the center of the ring.. Riggins follows.. colar and 
elbow tie-up.. go behind into a hammerlock by Stephens.. 

[Stephens "Woo!'s" at the crowd to a heel pop!]

RP: "Technical Genius" Tommy Stephens!

LVK: Riiiiight.  Stephens keeps that hammerlock tight.. but Riggins snapmares him over with his
freehand.. [Pop!] and right into a headscissor submission!  Stephens screaming like a girl.. but
he does manage to get a foot over the ropes and Riggins breaks..

[Riggins lets go as newbie referee Teddy Lancaster starts the break count.]

RP: Riggins is a cheapshot artist.. not to mention he didn't even really win this title he 
carries.. cheap bastid.

LVK:I can't deny the way in which he won the title.. but Riggins is a fighting champ.. he had 
gone undefeated for a long span of ti-.. both men up.. big right by riggins! And another! And 
another backs Stephens into the ropes.. irish whip.. [Thud!] and a thunderous tilt-a-whirl slam
drives Stephens into the mat!

[Stephens slides outside clutching his back.. to a big heel pop from the crowd.. which quickly 
turns to a nice face pop as Riggins slides out after him..]

RP: Run Tommy run!

LVK: And here we go.. around the ring runs Stephens with the champ in hot pursuit!  Stephens 
slides in.. Riggins quick behind.. [Boo!] but Stephens starts to lay the boots to the Edmonton 
native.. 

RP: There ya go Tommy!

LVK: Stephens absolutely stomping away on the champ.. he flips him up.. and.. THE COVER?!

[Yeah.. that's right.. Stephens attempts a pinfall that Lancaster just shakes off with his 
head.. utterly bewildered.. as Riggins then forcefully shoves Stephens off before Tommy even 
has a clue what he did wrong..]

LVK: What an idiot.. seriously.

RP: He's just showing Riggins that he could have pinned him already.. but he choose a tougher 
contest to give himself a true challenge.

LVK: I bet.

RP: You should.. you'd make some good dough.

[Riggins quickly up as Stephens eyes him and does a throat slashing gesture that sends Riggins 
charging his way.. right into a sloppy drop toehold by Stephens.. sloppy but somewhat effective
as he drops Riggins to the mat.. Stephens then up quickly..]

LVK: And there goes Tommy.. patting himself on the back.. [Pop!] and he doesn't have a clue 
that Riggins is back up!  Stephens turns.. [Thwack!] and tastes a huge lariat by Riggins!  
Stephens up.. and [Thud! Pop!] right into a huge overhead belly to belly suplex!  

RP: Tommy is just tiring out his opponent.. no big thing.. let Riggins wear himself down and 
then Stephens'll go in for the kill.. you watch Larry.. you watch.

LVK: Oh.. I am.

[Riggins quick to pull Stephens back to his feet.. lifting him high into the air.. and 
holding.. and holding.. and holding.. and..

Thud!]

LVK: Big time delayed vertical suplex puts Stephens on his back.. Riggins sits Stephens up.. 
[Pop!] and cinches in a dragon sleeper!!  Stephens is wailing like mad.. he's trying to fight 
it! [Boo!] You gotta be kidding me.. Stephens just inadvertently broke the hold with a side 
headbutt to the jaw of Riggins.. 

RP: Inadverently my ass! Stephens has Riggins scouted heavily.. and that has a great counter to
a dangerous submission hold in the Dragon Sleeper.. I've seen that many a times in my tours of 
Japan..

LVK: Tours of Japan?! 

RP: Yeah..

LVK: [sighs] Sure.  

[Meanwhile.. riggins has lifted Stephens back to a vertical base..]

LVK: Rear waistlock by the champ.. german suple-, diverted with a backelbow by Stephens.. the 
challenger off the ropes now.. [Thud! Pop!] and right into a HUGE boot by the champ!  Stephens
back up.. [Ohh!] and catches Riggins square in the groin with an uppercut! And a big european 
uppercut to the chops sends Riggins staggering back into the corner!  

RP: Here we go.. just like Rocky Balboa.. he lets Riggins tire himself out.. and now he goes 
for the kill.. it's art in motion my friend.. art in motion..

LVK: Call it what you will.. I'll call it dirty tactics as the challenger starts to lay into 
the champ with bigtime short arm clotheslines.. one after another.. as Riggins finally slumps 
down into the corner.. 

RP: What an assault! Stephens is a man possessed! And all this without Goku Waru and Em Es 
Gee.. how demoralizing for the paper champ!

[Whatever.  Tommy Stephens pulls riggins out from the corner and locks him in a front 
chancery.. and now a sort of standing choke.. that Lancaster immediately starts the break 
count for.. Stephens releasing not much longer after.. although keeping the front chancery..]

[Thud!]

LVK: Nice textbook suplex by Detroit native.. as he heads towards the bearby turnbuckle..

RP: [singing] I believe it's time for me to fly-eeee-iii!

LVK: Settle down REO.

RP: Bite me.. just watch the gracious Stephens drop a bomb on this punkhead!

[Let's watch.. Stephens slowly makes his way up the turnbuckle.. finally reaching the top and 
standing high into the air.. first looking at the crowd to the sides of him.. then smirking and
patting himself on the back..]

LVK: Is there no end to the idiocy of this man?

RP: I wouldn't call God an idiot.

LVK: I didn't.

RP: Oh.. but you did.. non-believer.

LVK: And finally Stephens diverts his attention back to the downed Riggins.. and there he 
goes..



[THUD!!!!!!]



[BIIIG FACE POP!!]



LVK: OH BOY!  FLYING HEADBUTT AND NOBODY WAS HOME!!  RIGGINS WAS PLAYING PSSUM AND ROLLED OUT 
OF THE WAY OF THE FALLING STEPHENS!

RP: Riggins! That cheap paper champ! Uber-cheap even! Can't defend his belt the old-fashioned 
way!

LVK: What?!

RP: You heard me!

LVK: You want him just to lie down and take the pin?

RP: Well.. yeah.  

LVK: Highly doubtful.. _highly_ doubtful.

RP: Bah!

LVK: Stephens trying to get up and holding his jaw as Riggins stalks him from behind.. [Pop!] 
Kata Hajime by Riggins!!  [Boo!]  But Stephens immediately kicks and catches the ropes with his
feet.. my God, if riggins could only get Stephens right in the center of the ring.. he'd tap in
fifteen seconds flat.

RP: You take those high-pitched screams as a sign of weakness?

LVK: Of course.

RP: WRONG!  He's just reeling you in my friend.

[And the load of crap continues.. from Perle's mouth that is.. you know what I meant!  Riggins 
has released the hold and walks away giving Stephens the room needed to shake the cobwebs 
loose.. they circle each other.. and then Stephens strikes..]


[Laughter Pop!]


LVK: Stephens telegraphed a dropkick to the knee and Riggins quickly dove out of the way.. 
Riggins lifting Stephens with a reverse waistlock.. and [Thud!] a big power lift and hold by 
the champ pins the Detroit mative to the mat.. floatover into a reverse chinlock by Riggins as
he gets back to his knees.. putting some added pressure on the back of the head and neck of 
Stephens who's trying to find a way out.. and to no avail..

RP: What's this amateur wrestling crap!  Where is Riggins' goofy headgear?

LVK: Heh.. that'd be a funny look for the champ.

RP: Ahem.. paper champ.  And former champ in a little while.. believe you me.

LVK: Both men to their feet as Riggins holds that reverse chinlock.. and Stephens drives him 
into the corner.. but Riggins won't break the hold!  [Pop!] And now Riggins is just driving 
those knees into the ribs of the helpless Stephens!  One after another.. and finally Riggins 
release the hold and the challenger drops to the mat clutching those ribs.. 

RP: This guy grates on my nerves man.. absolutely grates on my nerves.

LVK: Same to you.

RP: Uhm.. I won't even bother.

LVK: Smart man.

RP: Don't you start to get a quick lip Larry.. I'll rip it out.

[Riggins lifts Stephens up and fires him to the opposite turnbuckle.. he charges in..]

RP: Stephens gets the boot up!!  He stopped the big running clothesline right in it's tracks 
and Riggins is reeling backwards.. [Thud!] Woo!  And what a spinning heel kick by Stephens that
just floored the paper champ!

LVK: The challenger trying to mount some sort of offensive here.. finally.. as he lifts Riggins
back up.. [Thud!] and planting him with a DDT!  The cover?  Again?!

[That's right.. Stephens goes for the cover again.. first looking at Referee Lancaster.. then 
finally realizing what he's doing wrong.. slamming his fist on the mat to a BIG TIME LAUGHTER 
POP!! from the crowd.]

LVK: Hahah! What a goof!

RP: A goof? You play for the other team, don't you!

LVK: I don't understand what you mean..

RP: Oh.. sure.. play the unaware guy.. you ain't follin' me.

LVK: Stephens back to his feet.. and he rolls Riggins onto his stomach now.. sitting down onto
the champ's back.. [Boo!] camel clutch applied by Stephens!  Right in the center of the ring! 
And listen to that clown scream his head off..

RP: Clown?  More like a man possessed!  He's screaming out with a howl of attack!

LVK: What the hell does that mean?

RP: Whatever I say.

LVK: Which was.

RP: Blubulublub.

[Pause.]

LVK: Ok.

[Stephens cranks back on the rather slopily done camel clutch as Riggins grimaces in pain.. 
arms outstretched towards the ropes.. slowly wiggling his way towards the nearest ropes..]

RP: He's tapping!

LVK: No he's not.

RP: You got a bad angle!

LVK: I got the same angle as you!

RP: No way.. don't try to change the subject Van Keel..

LVK: Are you delusional?  

[Oh, thank God.. saved by the ropes..]

LVK: And Riggins to the ropes.. Referee Lancaster administering the five count here.. two.. 
three. four.. and Stephens breaks at four and a half..

RP: Smart move by the crafty challenger.. no harm no foul in holding that to the five count..

LVK: I can't say I disagree with you there.. 

[Good.  Stephens stands over Riggins and starts to rain down thunderous boots to the back and 
neck of the champ as the fans boo.. he then grabs Riggins by the head and brings him to his 
feet..]

LVK: Stephens with a scoop.. [Thud!] and a slam.. and now he drops a quick leg across the neck 
of Riggins.. and again!.. and one more time!  Stephens up.. [BOOO!!]

RP: Pat yourself on the back tommy!  Good job!  Give yourself a round of applause!

LVK: May I remind you that the last time he patted himself on the back.. he got steamrolled by
Riggins?

RP: Does Riggins look to be in the position to steamroll anybody right now?

[Pause.]

RP: Exactly Van Keel.

[The crowd murmurs as Stephens quickly heads to the corner and starts to climb the turnbuckle..
a bit quicker than his last trip which proved to be unsuccessful..]

LVK: And up to the top goes Stephens.. 

RP: Greatness.. pure greatness..

[Heel Pop! as Stephens decides to waste some time slapping himself on the back.. before 
returning his attnetion to the downed Riggins.. and with that he leaps..


.. and pumps his arms and legs..


TTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!]


[BIG POP!]


LVK: BIG FROG SPLASH BY THE CHALLENGER BUT RIGGINS GOT HIS KNEES UP!! STEPHENS CAUGHT FLUSH IN 
THOSE RIBS AS HE BOUNCED RIGHT OFF THOSE KNEES AND CURLED UP ON THAT MAT!

RP: DAMNIT!  I HATE THIS ASS MONKEY!

LVK: Language.

RP: I can say ass on UPN!

LVK: With discretion.

RP: I'll pass.

LVK: Nevertheless.. both men are down.. Stephens rolling around on the mat clutching those ribs
as Riggins tries to prop himself up to his feet using the ropes.. these two have taken it to 
each other since the opening bell.. a lot of indirect hatred between these two culminating here
at No Limits.. 

RP: Indirect hatred?

LVK: Riggins wants Langseth.. Stephens indirectly got involved.

RP: No.. no. Stephens and Langseth are student and teacher.. you mess with the teacher.. you 
gotta deal with the student.. nothing indirect about that.

LVK: Whatever you say..

RP: You got that right.

LVK: Riggins stalking over to Stephens now.. who's also back to his feet.. rear waistlock by 
Riggins.. German sup-, blocked by Stephens!  Go behind by Stephens!.. German suplex of his own,
blcoked by Riggins!  Backelbow.. and another by the champ! [Pop!]  Go behind by the champ!


[THUD!!]


LVK: And a big German suplex drops Stephens square on his head.. and Riggins keeps the hold and
rolls.. both men back up.. [THUD!] and another big German!

RP: David Hasselhoff?

LVK: Suplex!  [THUD!] And a third big German suplex has Stephens flat on the mat.. and Riggins
hops to his feet and let's out a big yell..


[BIG POP!!]


LVK: And boy do the fans love it here in Baltimore, Maryland!

RP: They don't have much else to cheer about.. you see the Ravens get whooped up earlier today
in Green Bay?

LVK: I wouldn't go there Rick.

RP: I already did.

[Riggins soaks in the crowd's pop for him for a brief few moments gathering up some wind.. 


.. and then heads over to the downed Stephens.. lifting him to his feet..]

LVK: Irish whip by the champ.. Stephens on the return.. ducks a HUGE rolling elbow by Riggins..
Stephens now off the farside ropes.. and military rolls under a wicked Yakuza kick!  Stephens 
to his feet.. and catches the turning Riggins right in the knee with a dropkick!  Riggins 
hobbling now.. [Thud!] and another dropkick to that right knee sends the champ to the mat! 

RP:Hell yeah!  He's gonna take out Mark Langseth's trash right here.. working on that right 
knee of Riggins.. setting up for Stephens deadly repertoire of submission holds!

LVK: LIKE WHAT?!

RP: Hmm.. the camel clutch..

LVK: Doesn't work the knee.

RP: Well then.. how about a single leg Boston crab chumpstain!

LVK: Quite possibly.  Stephens grabs the legs of the champ.. spreads them apart.. [Thud! Heel 
Pop!] and headbutt right to the groin!  [Thud!] And now a legdrop to the groin has the champ 
reeling on the mat!

[And, of course, Stephens is up and patting himself on the back and nodding to the crowd as 
they boo frantically.. we are sure he actually believes they are cheering him on.]

RP: What a superstar! This guy is a one man wrecking crew!

LVK: To the mental stability of the American Youth.

RP: Comedy is my thing Van Keel.. you stick to calling the match and tossing out all the 
technical names of moves nobody cares to see from the paper champ.. alright?

LVK: Um, no.

RP: Um, yes.

[Ladies.. please.  Meanwhile.. Rosco Riggins has turned out his stomach holding his nuts.. as 
Stephens grabs that right leg.. and folds it back pushing against it with a kneebar 
submission..]

RP: Kneebar!!  TAP ROSCO! TAP!

LVK: Kneelock applied by the challenger.. and he's yelling at Lancaster to make the call! 
Riggins screaming in pain! Will he submit! Will he tap out!

[Will he..


will he..


will he?]

[Pop!]

LVK: Oh! Riggins cracks Stephens right in the bridge of the nose with that free leg!  That 
boot had some force behind it as it sent the tallet Stephens rolling back and into the ropes..

RP: Stephens quickly to his feet!

LVK: As is Riggins.. hobbling a bit but up!

RP: Get him Tommy! Rock this punkhead from one side of Baltimore to the other!

[Will he?  What?  I said, will he?]

LVK: Stephens charges.. [Thud! Pop!] and right into a drop toehold by Riggins!!  Riggins holding
the lock.. and floats over.. STF!! STF!!


[BIG TIME POP!!]


RP: Damnit!  Come on Tommy!! You are only an inch from the ropes! Muster the strength!

LVK: If one good thing can come from this STF for Stephens.. it is that he did land close to 
those ropes.. but time is running out!  He's losing steam.. and he's in terrible pain! 
Lancaster asks if he gives.. no response.. he asks one more time.. 

[And with that.. Stephens somehow lets out a half-scream.. half-wail and stretches out just far
enough to reach the ropes..]


[Heel pop!]


RP: YES!  Stephens reaches the ropes! And hey! Riggins has to let go immediately!

LVK: He's taking full advatage of that five count, remember?

RP: He's cheap!

[Perle.. the active hypocrite in action.  Referee Lancaster gets to four and half as Riggins 
let's go.. quickly rolls over and getting to his feet.. then proceeding to drag Stephens by the
legs towards the middle of the ring.. then dropping some knees over the skull of the challenger
that keeps Stephens plastered to the mat.]

LVK: The champ on a roll now.. lifting Stephens to a vertical base.. rear waistlock.. [Pop!] 
and right into a half nelson.. could it be a half nelson supl-, [Ohh! Pop!] big back kick to 
the groin doubles over the champ!!

RP: Right on!

LVK: Stephens off the nearby ropes now..

[Ans with that.. Stephens jumps and leaps off the ropes.. catching Riggins in the head on 
return.. swinging..]

RP: BIG CLATTER!!


[BIG POP!!]


LVK: BLOCKED BY RIGGINS!! 


[BIGGER POP!!]


LVK: INTO A RELEASE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX BY THE CHAMP!! STEPHENS RIGHT BACK TO HIS FEET!!  HE
CHARGES!!  RIGHT INTO A BIG KNEE TO THE GUT BY RIGGINS!!  STANDING HEADSCISSORS!!


[And with that.. Riggins lifts..


THUD!!!!!!]


LVK: HUGE LYGER BOMB BY THE CHAMP!!


[ONE!!!!!!!!!!]


[TWO!!!!!!!!!!]


[THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!]


[FOUR!?]


[FIVE?!]


[Oh.. did you forget! This is a submission match! HAHAH!]


RP: Damn this paper champ.. damn him.. damn the punkhead to hell!

LVK: Oh my.. with such conviction!

RP: Can it.. and what's with you tonight?  Stop being the smart-ass.. stop stealing my schtick!

[Meanwhile.. amidst the bickering.. Riggins has gotten to his feet.. quickly lifting Stephens 
back up and firing him into the nearside turnbuckle..]

LVK: Riggins charging.. [Pop!] and rocking Stephens with a big clothesline!  Whip to the other 
turnbuckle goes Stephens!  And another charging clothesline by Riggins!!  One more time!  Whip 
into the corner! Riggins charges!


[OOHHHH! POP!]


RP: And Stephens counters with a drop toehold right into the turnbuckle goes Riggins!!  Check 
his teeth, he's probably lost a full set!

LVK: Stephens slumping over on the mat.. and you gotta think even after that counter by 
Stephens.. the ball is still in the champ's court.. he's got the challenger on the ropes..

RP: My ass he does.. who's getting to his feet.. and who's slumped over holding his mouth?

LVK: Point well taken..

[Stephens hobbles to his feet.. and grabs Riggins by the head and drags him to the center of 
the ring.. Stephens drops down to slap on.. a Fujiwara armbar!]

LVK: Fujiwara.. rolled through by Riggins!  Riggins slaps on a side headlock.. Stephens rolls 
backward into a cradle of sorts.. both men release and back to their feet quickly.. collar and
elbow.. headlock takedown by riggins.. headscissors by Stephens breaks the hold!  Both men up..
headlock takedown by Stephens.. but Riggins with a headscissors of his own breaks the hold!!  
Both men up..


[BIG POP!!]


LVK: Standoff!!  And the crowd loves it!

RP: Good show of strength and wherewithall by the two men late in this match-up here.. both 
men, even the paper champ, showing some inner strength right here.

LVK: You giving Riggins credit finally?

RP: Well.. no, not really.  

LVK: Liar.

RP: Am not.

[With that.. they lock-up.. but Stephens pokes Riggins right in the eye.. which just infuriates
the big man more than stagger him.. as he starts to pepper Stephens with big rights and 
lefts.. backing the challenger ot the ropes.. Stephens basically out on his fett..]

RP: Stephens ripe for the pickings right here!  Riggins runs.. off the farside ropes he goes.. 
incoming..


[TTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!]


[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!]


RP: WOO!!

LVK: OH LORD!! RIGGINS WITH A HELLACIOUS YAKUZA KICK.. BUT STEPHENS PULLED THE REF IN THE 
WAY.. AND REFEREE LANCASTER TOOK THAT FLUSH IN THE FACE AND HE'S OUT.. OUT ON THE FLOOR!

RP: And Stephens is gonna take advantage!  Irish whip!

LVK: Reverse by Riggins.. Stephens on the return..


[MONSTER POP!!!!!!]


LVK: RIGGINS CATCHES STEPHENS AND DROPS HIM TO THE MAT!! AND HE'S GOT STEPHENS IN THE 
CHECKMATE!!! RIGGINS HAS STEPHENS LOCKED IN THAT MODIFIED CROSSFACE CHICKENWING!!!


[BIG TIME POP!!!]


[And why..]


LVK: HE'S TAPPING!! STEPHENS IS TAPPING!!!

RP: HAHAHAHA!! NO REFEREE TO SEE IT!!! 

LVK: YOU MAY LAUGH.. BUT STEPHENS IS GOING NOWHERE FAST.. AND HE'S FADING REGARDLESS.. BUT 
DAMNIT!! RIGGINS HAS THIS WON!!


[BIG TIME HEEL POP BREAKS OUT!!]


RP: YES!

LVK: Oh no! Here comes Goku Waru and the Mysterious Suited guy!!  The Mysterious Suited Guy is 
on the apron!!  Goku Waru is running around the ringside towards the timekeeper!!

RP: YES!! RIGGINS BREAKS THE HOLD!!

LVK: Riggins up..


[POP!!]


LVK: And Riggins has the Mysterious Suited Guy by the collar!


[Meanwhile.. Goku Waru has grabbed the ringbell and slid it next to Stephens who is on a 
knee..]


RP: Riggins is toast!!

LVK: Oh no!! [Pop!] OH YES!  RIGGINS JUST BLASTED the Mysterious Suited Guy with a thunderous 
right hand that sends him off the apron and to the floor! 

RP: Stephens is up!! He's got that ringbell!!!  

LVK: No!  Damnit!  Turn around Rosco.. turn around!  

[And he does..]


*DDDDDDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!*


RP: YES!!!!!!

LVK: MY LORD!! WHAT A SHOT WITH THAT RINGBELL ACROSS THE FACE OF RIGGINS!  STEPHENS CAUGHT THE 
CHAMP FLUSH IN THE FACE!!  AND RIGGINS HAS JUST DROPPED TO THE GROUND.. AND HE'S NOT MOVING!! I 
REPEAT.. HE'S NOT MOVING!!

RP: Get the ref Goku!!  Wake him up!!

LVK: Oh, this is a travesty!! I thought Stephens wanted to prove himself tonight!

RP: He is.. he's proving himself to be a genius!!

[Stephens has lifted the damn near unconscious Riggins up and lifts him high into the air.. 

holding..


holding..


holding..


holding..


holding..]


[TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!]


RP: VERTICAL SUPLEX SPIKE BY THE MAN!!!  

LVK: Insult to injury.. this lowdown dirty human being.. I thought his mentor was low.. but 
this guy exceeds the lowest of low!!


[HEEL POP!! as Waru manages to toss the barely working referee into the ring.. as Stephens 
slaps on a camel clutch!!]


RP: CAMEL CLUTCH!! CAMEL CLUTCH!!!

LVK: NO!! This is horrible!! Don't you see what happened ref, don't you see?

RP: OF COURSE NOT!!!

LVK: HE'S ASKING IF RIGGINS GIVES UP.. RIGGINS IS BUSTED OPEN AND HE'S NOT MAKING ANY SIGNS OF 
LIFE!!


[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


LVK: NO! NO!

RP: HELL YES!! LANCASTER IS CALLING FOR THE BELL!!! WE GOT A NEW CHAMP!! WE GOT A NEW CHAMP!!

LVK: HORRIBLE!! ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE!!

[The ring announcer gets in the ringas Stephens finally lets go of the camel clutch.. standing
up as Goku Waru and MSG get in the ring.. lifting Stephens into the air to a hellacious heel 
pop!]

DS: Ladies and Gentlemen.. your winner of the contest.. AND NEW CHALLENGERS CHOICE CHAMPION!! 

[BOOOOOOOOOO!!].. 


TOMMY STEEEEEEEPPHHEEEEENNNNNSSSSS!!!!!


[The crowd boos nastily as Stephens is handed the belt.. which he hugs and then puts over his 
head as Waru and MSG clap with arrogance.]

LVK: This is sickening.. absolutely gutwrenching.

RP: The afterparty is gonna rock!!

[Finally Stephens and his entourage leave the ring, still celebrating amongst themselves. The
camera cuts back to Larry and Rick.]

LVK: That was simply despicable, but what more should we expect from Goku Waru and his men?

RP: Oh boo-hoo Van Keel. Rollie Riggins lost, deal with it.

LVK: Well fans, don't even think about leaving your seats, because our next match is sure to be
one for the ages.

RP: Ah yes, RCW tag team action. I would be excited...nine months ago.

LVK: Oh yes, Rick...I can't forget how much you loved the Crazed Animals.

RP: ACK!!!

LVK: Rick Perle's bizarre attraction for the Gorilla aside, these four teams have been involved
in a series of brutal confrontations the past few weeks, with Team Canada's manager, Grapes 
Gilmour, being the latest casualty of this four-way feud when the American Idols punished him 
with "Raising the Standard." Right now though we're going to hear from another of the threats 
to Team Canada's titles....the Prime Time Players....who are standing by backstage....


[Cut backstage to where the self-proclaimed Kings of the Nine-to-Eleven Hour, the Prime Time 
Players, are standing next to Lindsey Catalano. As usual, the Monster towers over Lindsey on 
her left, and Rick is intimidating the hell out of her on the right.] 

[The Monster is dressed in a pair of slack and his green-on-orange "PRIME TIME PLAYERS" 
hawaiian work shirt -- with "Mr. Monster" and "Prime Time Player" on patches above the chest 
pockets, pineapples all over it, and "INNOVATOR OF ENTERTAINMENT" around a derranged 
smiley-face on the back. ($29.95! Get yours today from RCW Online!) Rick, in an amazing show of
solidarity, is wearing a pair of black flared jeans, mirrored shades, and HIS "PRIME TIME 
PLAYERS" work shirt. Sly's version is solid black, with white skulls, patches that say "Mr. 
Sly" and "Prime Time Players", and "EXCELLENCE OF VIOLENCE" around a bloody human skull on the
back. (Also $29.95! Get this one too! OR ELSE!)] 

[Lindsey looks from one to the other. The Monster continues to grin a bit too wide. Sly 
continues to stare holes into her. After a while, she swallows hard.] 

[Lindsey] 
...You know what? You two are, like, totally freaking me out. You can do this interview 
yourself. 

[She hurridly shoves the microphone into the Monster's chest and scampers off. The two look 
absoloutely shocked after her.] 

[Monster] 
What's wrong with Mindy this week? 

[Sly] 
Hmpf. A typical lack of professionalism. [to his partner] Just do the interview yourself. 

[Monster] 
Right! [clears throat, puts on a cheesy 'announcer' voice.] 

RICK SLY!... 

[Massive BOOS as Mr. Sly is addressed.] 

[Monster] 
...After your hard-fought but unfortunate loss against Team Canada... [turns to the camera with
a cheesy grin, you can practically see the sparkle off his teeth] ...Who had the help of two 
other tag teams to beat both you AND that handsome partner of yours, I might add... How do the 
two of you plan to counteract the same three teams again, and THIS time, bring the gold home 
to its rightful place? 

[Sly pauses before answering in mock thought. The fans are giving it to the two pretty heavily
for their combined arrogance.] 

[Sly] 
...Well, first of all, Monster, I must say what a pleasure it is to be interviewed by someone
who knows how to do their job. Unlike that one girl that was just here... 

[Monster] 
You mean Wendy? 

[Sly] 
Yeah, whatever her name is. But I digress. 

[He takes a more serious tone.] 

[Sly] 
You see, TONIGHT, Monster... is a night of new beginnings. Yes, it's a night of new beginnings,
and starts RIGHT here... in this filthy, odorous armpit of the world. 

[BIG time boos from fans. Sly knows how to push all the right buttons, apparently.] 

[Sly] 
But let's not let this foul place soil our upcoming victory. Because you see, Monster... 
tonight marks a special occasion. Not ONLY do the Prime Time Players become, for one night, 
the KINGS of the EIGHT-to-Eleven hours... 

[Monster counts on his fingers from behind the mic, then grins and mouths, "Oh, it's a 
pay-per-view." Like the analogy is actually some great scientific revelation.] 

[Sly] 
...Not only do the National Tag Team titles finally get strapped around the waist of the 
Players... WHERE THEY BELONG... 

[More boos. The fans appear to disagree, not surprisingly.] 

[Sly] 
...But tonight also marks the debut... of the Prime Time Players' brand new PLAYER COACH. 

[More boos, though the crowd murmurs for a surprise-wrestler threat.] 

[Sly] 
And make no mistake about it now, Team Canada... Culture Jam... American Idols... we know 
about your little games. We know how you like to jump people, and double-team, and use illegal 
tactics to get the win. But not tonight, my divot-headed friends. Not tonight. 

[Heel pop! When are these guys going to get the facts straight about their matches, anyway?] 

[Sly] 
See, we didn't WANT to go for help. That's not the Prime Time Players way... we do things and 
get the job done, ALL ON OUR OWN. But you forced us to call in reinforcements. And so I went, 
and I got the best coach I know, the most powerful brain in this business... and that person 
IS... 

[Sly begins to point off camera. The fans buzz in excitement as they think he's going to 
reveal his "surprise." Sly slowly turns at the waist until he's pointing to the camera, 
instead of offstage, and grins sardonically.] 

[Sly] 
...NOT... going to come out right now. 

[The fans REALLY boo the unnecessary tease.] 

[Sly] 
Oh, you six would like that, wouldn't you? So you can all huddle together under some rock 
somewhere and devise devious strategies on how to stop the Prime Time Players from ascending 
to their rightful place. No... I don't think so. Tonight, Culture Jam... American Idols... and
above all, TEAM CANADA... 

[HUGE face pop at the mention. Sly screws up his nose. The Monster looks around with a "What 
the HELL?" expression on his face.] 

[Sly] 
...Tonight, ALL of you... WILL know... that it's THAT TIME. 

[He looks around.] 

[Sly] 
[rhetorically] What time? 

[The Monster takes the mic back, and cackles:] 

[Monster] 
...PRIME TIME!!! 

[The two bang forearms, drop the mic, and head to the ring. Rick stalks off, his intensity 
redoubled. The Monster spews some inaudible but DEFINATELY not PC trash right in the camera 
as he leaves, getting fired up for the match.] 

[Fade back in to the ring.]


V/O: It is better to die on your feet... than to live on your knees.

[The voice of Elquesa Hervez. The mantra of the Zapatistas. 'Cosmonaut' comes to
life, screaming over the PA with the classic freight-train momentum of At The
Drive-In. The lights are turned up to an unbearable brightness that's almost
like water to squint and see through. The fans greet them with a pretty good roar.]

# we sample from the shelves
# tore a page out from this chapter
# deface the essays in the book that you're reading
# we are the leaches that stop the bleding
# deficit attention program
# by any means necessary
# blare sirens to the library
# whisper instructions to the book-worm glossary

# is it heavier than air- tell us, is the black box lying?

[Picked out by a single spotlight, Vespasian Reed half-stumbles out of the entrance portal. 
He's dressed in his simple ring attire of slightly baggy brown slacks, plain white sneakers, 
and a black t-shirt that reads 'I'M TOO BUSY TO SEE YOU' in white print. With no use for pomp
or showmanship, despite the pop that greets him, he scratches the back of his wild, black mess
of hair modestly, tugs at his earlobe, and continues right on down the walkway.]

[Following Reed is his partner - Elquesa Hervez. Hervez is decked out in simple ring attire of
slightly baggy black pants and black wrestling boots. Plain and simple. On his upper body 
Hervez wears a simple black t-shirt with the simple statement 'Know Your Enemy' across the
chest. Hervez, like his partner Reed, has no need for the trappings of the usual fan-favourite
behaviour, he just makes his way to the ring, exhuding his ever-present aura of po-faced 
seriousness.]

DS: AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 465 POUNDS!! .. VESPASIAN REED!! .. ELQUESA HERVEZ!!

CULTUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE JAAAAAAAM!!

# aeronautics hacked
# the spine of paragraphs
# prepare to indent, a coma that read-
# floating in a soundproof costume
# here comes the monolith
# brass knuckles for the hissie fit
# an abbreviation for the landing of fleets
# incoming

# is it heavier than air- tell us, is the black box lying?

[Crossing both arms across his chest, Reed pulls the t-shirt over his head and throws it down,
exposing a physique that's well honed, despite his small frame. Approaching the ring cautiously,
he rolls his neck around and loosens his shoulders. He rolls in under the bottom rope and gets
up to his feet.]

[Hervez pulls himself onto the apron and steps between the ropes. He travels across the ring 
to his partner's corner. Elquesa, in a tribute to his family and religion, bows his head and 
crosses his chest in the traditional Catholic way.]

# position the stitches- like miles of torpedoes
# permission was hinted
# lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold

# is it heavier than air- am I supposed to die alone?

[Cedric Bixler fades away. The lights return to normal. Game on.]

LVK: And there's the rookie team of Culture Jam. Will tonight be the night that they capture 
their first titles in RCW? 

RP: Will anyone actually care? These strung-out losers obviously have no chance, Van Keel. 
Moving on?

 "YOU'RE UNBELIEVABLE!"

RP: Oh God, not them...

LVK: Well, they certainly are...interesting.

[EMF's "Unbelievable" EXPLODES over the loudspears as the purple lights sparkle around the 
entryway. The RiverTron<tm> fires up to show:]

WHAT TIME?

PRIME TIME!!

[As their entrance footage rolls, the masters of the nine-to-eleven hour themselves step out
onto the entryway. First out is the Monster, hunching his oversized form into a comical, 
confident strut that would even make the grand old man of wrestling proud. Ever the walking 
fashion faux-pas, he's dressed in a pair of giant khaki slacks, a green hawaiian shirt with
orange pineapples all over it, and a leather strap-mask sitting on top of his head.]

RP: You mispronounced "Ri-goddamned-diculous."

LVK: The Monster's just a bit eccentric, that's all...I'm sure of it.

RP: And Dan Kauffman's just a *little* old.
 
[As he pauses in the entryway, throwing his hands over his head and egging the crowd on, his
partner follows close behind. Always a stark contrast, Rick Sly is dressed only in a solid 
black pair of trunks, black kneepads, one of his old "THE LAST LAUGH / Keeping you in Stiches" 
shirt, and a solid black ring-robe.]

[The Monster continues to hype the crowd, pointing with both fingers to his right, to Sly. The 
Rabid Coyote remains stony and scowling, except to turn around slowly with his arms spread out,
showing off the "RICK SLY" written across the back of his robe in jagged silver letters.]

[Sly turns back around as the Monster pulls his mask over his head and straps it into place, 
and the two walk to ringside side-by-side. The Monster enters first, leaping to the apron with
alarming agility and stepping over the top rope. Once inside, he holds the top and middle ropes
open with his hand and foot as Sly climbs in. As the music dies down, the big man finishes a 
last round of showboating, climbing the turnbuckles to face the audience and giving his classic
double-biceps pose. Rick's intense stare, on the other hand, never leaves the other side of the
ring.]

DS: Introducing now....at a combined weight of 560 pounds, Rick Sly and The Monster.... the 

PRIIIIIMMMEEE TIIIIIIMMMEEE PLAAAAAAAYYEERRSSSS!!!!!!!! 

LVK: The Prime Time Players...will they be the one to finally wrest the tag team titles away 
from Team Canada?

RP: Lord...lets hope not.

LVK: I thought you liked them, Rick.

RP: Hey, I love the attitude, I love the gimmick...but God, you'd think they'd have a hot 
chick with them or something. Hell, complete the package, damnit! COMPLETE...THE...PACKAGE!!!

LVK: .....

RP: Exactly.

[The intro of "Born in the USA" by Bruce Springsteen begins to blare over the loudspeakers as 
red, white and blue lights streak across the entrance way. The crowd begins to boo as "All 
American" Jacob Owens and "Top Notch" Zach Young make their way out to the top of the ramp. 
Zach and Jacob look around at the fans, shaking their heads with condescending smirks. They 
make their way to the ring, Zach yelling at a couple fans along the way. They roll under the 
bottom ropes almost simultaneously as the crowd continues to let them have it with a torrent 
of boos. They both get onto the turnbuckles and stick their fists in the air as the music 
fades....]

DS: And now, making their way to the ring, they are "All American" Jacob Owens, "Top Notch" 
Zach Young... 

The AAAMMMMEEERRIIICCAANNNN IIIDDOOOLLLSSSS!!! 

[HUGE heel pop.]

LVK: And here's the American Idols. Just a few weeks ago, they were one of the most-beloved 
teams in RCW history, but since then, they've undergone a drastic change in attitude. 

RP: Drastic change in attitude!? It's called killer instinct, Larry! They're on the fast-track
to the titles, man! Ya hear me!? 

LVK: So...you're picking The American Idols to win it all?

RP: Darn tootin'!

[All of a sudden two fireworks, one red, the other white, shoot off. "If You Want Blood, You 
Got It" by AC/DC will play as Team Canada makes their way to the ring. Footage of their many 
hockey brawls along with their RCW matches is shown on the River Tron. Both men have their tag
belts fastened around their waists. As they get to the ring, both men hand the belts to 
ringside attendants...and go straight after...every damn person in sight! POP!]

LVK: The champions aren't even going to wait for the bell! They're attacking anything that 
moves in there!!!

RP: Damnit, where's Marty McSorley to smack one of them upside the head with a hockey stick 
when you need him!?

[Hextall and Jablonski basically clear the ring, tossing out the American Idols and Culture 
Jam in quick fashion. Both men are quick to knock Rick Sly out of the ring with a double 
hipcheck and begin to pumel The Monster. POP!]

             
 _   _  _      
| \ | || | National Tagteam Championship 4-way match   
|  \| || |     
| . ` || |  Team Canada (c) vs Culture Jam, American Idols 
| |\  || |____    and Prime Time Players
|_| \_||______|
Written by Terry J               


*DING DING DING*


LVK: There's the bell and the match has officially begun!

RP: That damn Gioffre, Team Canada's still beating on The Monster! Illegal! Disqualification! 
Other words to describe this situation!

[Jablonski and Hextall nail The Monster with a double forearm, leaving the big 330 lbs. masked
man staggered. Team Canada charges him once more, nailing him with a HUGE flying double 
shoulderblock that sends him tumbling out of the ring to a huge round of cheers!]

LVK: And the champions look pumped! They just cleared the entire ring!

RP: Lousy, cheating, no good beer-swilling Canadians!!!

LVK: Rick...ix-nay on the enophobia-xay... 

RP: Huh?

[Trying to restore some order, referee Marc Gioffre orders all the teams to neutral corners. 
After a few seconds of deliberation, it's decided that Elquesa Hervez and Jacob Owens will 
begin the match. The two circle each other cautiously and then immediately lock into a standard
tie-up.]

LVK: Hervez and Owens lock-up...and Owens nails him with kneelift. And another! 

RP: See? Killer instinct! 

[Owens smiles with a cocky grin and whips Hervez into the ropes. He telegraphs a backdrop 
however and takes a STIFF kick that straightens him up. He barely has time to comtemplate 
what's happened, before a large arm swings at him and....]









___SSSSSSSMMMMMMMACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!___








[FACE POP!]

LVK: HUGE standing lariat by Hervez! He absolutely clobbered Owens with that one!

RP: Holy crap! He almost decapitated him with that!

[As Owens crawls around wondering if his head's still attached to his neck, Hervez grabs the 
Idol and underhooks his arms. He lifts him high into the air and holds him up for a good 5 or 
6 seconds, before dropping him across his knee with a backbreaker! He drops down for the pin.]

LVK: And Hervez with the first pin of the match!


ONE!







TWO!







NO!- Zach Young breaks up the pin attempt!

RP: It's too early to pin anyone anyway. What's Hervez thinking?

[Undaunted, Hervez whips Owens into the ropes and goes for running Mafia kick, which is 
ducked. He spins around just in time to take a quick kick to the gut and a DDT! Having stunned
the big man, Owens quickly tags out to Rick Sly, who waits for Hervez to get to his feet. Once
he's at a vertical base, Sly unloads...]





___SMMMMMMAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKK!!!___



Crowd: OH!!!

LVK: Whatta' kick!

RP: OUCH!!!

[He snaps out with another...]





___SMMMMMMAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKK!!!___





Crowd: OH!

[And another!]





___SMMMMMMAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKK!!!___





Crowd: OH!!!

LVK: Rick Sly's kicking the living hell out of Elquesa Hervez! How he's still on his feet, I 
don't know!

RP: He's too stupid to know he's hurt! The punkhead's out on his feet!

LVK: Sly's measuring him up for one more...






___THHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!___





[HUGE FACE POP!]

LVK: NO! Hervez counters with a high cradle suplex!!! 

RP: He just spiked Sly right on his friggin' head!

[Trying to shake off the effects of those stinging kicks, Hervez quickly stumbles over to a 
corner to tag out...]


Crowd: OHHHHHHHHH!!!


RP: HAHAHA! He just got knocked on his ass!

LVK: Hervez was looking to tag out, but The Monster caught him out of nowhere with that 
clothesline on the apron!

RP: That was great!

[Sly gets back to his feet and casually scoops Hervez up....]






___THHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!___





LVK: THE LAST LAUGH! Rick Sly's patented Michinoku driver!

RP: You know what comes next!


[Well, good ole' Rick quickly leaps onto the top rope and flies off...]





___THHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!___





Crowd: OH!

LVK: Flying elbowdrop! Rick Sly hit it all! Here's the pin!



ONE!








TWO!








T...


___THHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!___


Crowd: OH!!!

LVK: VESPASIAN REED! He breaks up the pin with a guillotine legdrop!

RP: The punkheads are flying all over the place!

[Reed gets up, only to have Zach Young and Jacob Owens run into the ring and take HIM out with
a double dropkick! Suddenly, everyone's in the ring as a four-way brawl breaks out! Huge pop!]

LVK: It's already breaking down! All eight men are in the ring!

RP: What the hell happened!?

[Indeed, what the hell happened? As Gioffre struggles in vain to get everyone back to their
corners, Zach Young tosses Bob Jablonski out of the ring and follows it up with plancha! POP!
He gets back to his feet, only to see Trevor Hextall wipe him out with a body check into the 
ring apron! POP! They all slowly get back to their feet, only to see The Monster charging 
towards the ropes with Jacob Owens lifted over his head! He bellows as he charges, too.]




"RAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"




[...]

LVK: DEAR GOD!!!

RP: HOT DAMN!!!


Crowd: RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! 
RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! RCW!!! 
RCW!!! RCW!!! 

LVK: The Monster just HEAVED Jacobs Owens onto Bob Jablonski, Trevor Hextall, and Zach Young! 

RP: That was one of the the craziest damn things I ever saw!

[As the Monster takes this moment to soak in some cheers, Vespasian Reed nails him from behind
with an enzuigiri!]







___TWWWWWWWAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!___






[However, the Monster kinda shrugs it off. After all, he's a monster.]

LVK: The Monster took that enzuigiri right in the back of the neck, but he's acting like 
nothing happened!

RP: The punkhead can't cut it! Come on, pound him into the ground, Monster!

[Looking more than a bit annoyed, The Monster advances upon Reed. The much smaller Reed lashes
out with another kick, that The Monster easily swats away. He grabs the Culture Jam member with
a goozle and lifts him into the air for a gorilla press...only to have Reed slip out. He 
quickly bounces off the ropes and nails the seven-footer with a lariat. The Monster is 
staggered a bit, but remains on his feet. Reed tries again, with much of the same result. He
bounces off one last time and absolutely PLASTERS The Monster with a Yakuza kick! The Monster
stumbles around and teeters back...



back...



back...]



___THUD!___



[HUGE FACE POP!]

LVK: HE FELL! VESPASIAN REED KNOCKED DOWN THE MONSTER!

RP: It was a fluke! He tripped! No way that punkhead did that to The Monster!

[However, before he can even celebrate this moral victory, Vespasian Reed is quickly taken out
of the ring by a Rick Sly tornado roundhouse kick!]






___SMMMMMAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!___







Crowd: OH!

LVK: Whatta' kick by Rick Sly! And he's following Reed out!

RP: This broke down _QUICK._  There's bodies all over the place.

[And well, that leaves us with The Monster and...]

LVK: Elquesa Hervez!!! He's back on his feet and taking it to The Monster!

RP: Is that man crazy!? He'll get squashed like a bug!

[The Monster and Elquesa Hervez, the two biggest men in the match-up begin to trade blows in 
the middle of the ring as the crowd eats it up with a spoon. The Monster uses his size 
advantage and begins to take control with a series of stiff punches that leave Hervez 
staggered. He whips Hervez into the ropes and catches him with the biggest goddamned dropkick
in RCW history. Pop!]

LVK: DROPKICK BY THE MONSTER!!!

RP: Why're you surprised, Van Keel!? That's some Prime Time action, baby!

LVK: The Monster waiting for Hervez to get back to his feet....SWINGING NECKBREAKER! Hervez is
in trouble!

RP: I told you he was gonna' get punked out! 

[The Monster's feeling it. With a big smile on his face, he bounces off the ropes and leaps 
high into the air...]


Crowd: OH!!

LVK: Big splash hit the knees! Both men are down!

[Meanwhile, outside the ring, Team Canada and The American Idols, along with Rick Sly and 
Vespasian Reed, continue their brawl. Bob Jablonski sends Jacob Owens into the railing, while 
Vespasian Reed takes out Rick Sly with a well-placed savate kick!]





___CRASH!!!___





LVK: Zach Young just sent Trevor Hextall into those steel steps!

RP: Hey, The Monster's got that punkhead Hervez!

[Indeed he does. The Monster hooks Hervez into a pumphandle position and lifts him onto his 
shoulder. However, Hervez shifts his weight, causing  The Monster to tip over. Hervez then 
pulls The Monster up in a tremendous show of strength, and SNAPS back down with a powerslam! 
Face pop!]

LVK: I don't know where he gets the strength! Elquesa Hervez just muscled up 330 lbs. and 
nearly slammed The Monster through the canvas!

RP: Hey, that other punkhead Reed's back in!

[Reed and Hervez whip The Monster into the ropes and lift him high into the air, dropping him 
back down face-first with a double flapjack! POP!]

LVK: Culture Jam! The two rookies...they've got the crowd here in Baltimore going wild!

RP: No! No! No! They've got them doing nothing! It's the sheer will-power of The Monster's 
charisma that's got them going wild!

[Reed and Hervez then cinch The Monster up for a double suplex. However, The Monster blocks it.
They lift him into the air again, but The Monster drops back and SPIKES both members of Culture
Jam back down with a double DDT! With all three men down, we suddenly see Bob Jablonski slide 
into the ring. He immediately covers...well, he thinks for a second, before finally settling on
Hervez.]

LVK: Bob Jablonski out of nowhere with the pin!!!

RP: Where the hell did HE come from!?


ONE!!







TWO!!







KICKOUT!! [Face pop!]


[Not phased one bit, Jablonski pulls Hervez to his feet and places him into a standing 
headscissors. He lifts...]








___THHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!___









LVK: PILEDRIVER BY BOB JABLONSKI!!

RP: God, coming from him, it's might as well be a triple jump moonsault! Where's the punching 
and kicking!?

[However, before he can cover a second time, we suddenly see Zach Young flying off the top 
rope!]

LVK: MISSLE DROPKICK!!! Zach Young just took out The Bone Breaker!

RP: Man, who's legal!?

LVK: I don't think it even matters anymore!

[Young picks Jablonski off the canvas and lifts him into the air...]








___THHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!___








[HEEL POP!]

LVK: FALCON ARROW!!! Young drove Jablonski into the canvas head-first!

RP: You fool! There's nothing there to hurt!

[Sensing that victory's within his grasp, Zach Young climbs to the top turnbuckle and with the
leap of a lifetime, connects with a...]



Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHH!!!



LVK: 450 SPLASH!!! Young's got him!!!

RP:  Yeah! God bless, America!


ONE!!!








TWO!!!






THR-NO!!!

[FACE POP!]

LVK: VESPASIAN REED! He breaks it up with a legdrop across the back of the head!

RP: What the heck!?

[Reed pulls Young off Jablonski and whips him into the ropes. However, Young reverses the whip
and leaps into the air for a hurricanrana...]








___THHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!___







[HUGE POP!]

LVK: Whatta powerbomb!!!

RP: NO! NO! NOOOOO!!!!! 

[Reed pulls a woozy Young back his feet and whips him towards the ropes. Suddenly, he pulls him
back towards him and drops down...]

[FACE POP!!]

LVK: SNAKECHARMER!!! SNAKECHARMER!!! Reed's got that Wakigatame armbar locked on!!!

RP: A what!? God, that sounds like an illegal hold!!

LVK: He's trapped with nowhere to go! Young's going to tap!

RP: There's like 900 bodies in that ring! Someone break it up!

[Young grabs for the ropes, but he can't reach them. He lifts his arm into the air...]

LVK: He's going to tap! He's going to...





[HEEL POP!]

RP: YES!!!

LVK: Rick Sly!!! He just dropkicked Reed in the face!!!

[Breaking the hold with a low dropkick, Rick Sly sends Vespasian Reed rolling to the outside. 
Sly grabs Young into an inverted facelock and lifts...]








___THHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!___









Crowd: OHHHH!!!

RP: HOLY SHIZNIT!!!

LVK: Inverted suplex DDT! He SPIKED Young!


ONE!!!








TWO!!!








THR-NO!!!

[FACE POP!!]

LVK: Reed pulled him out! 

RP: Crap! 

[Reed and Sly exchange blows as various bodies lie around the war field that is the ring. 
However, another man has taken control...]








___THHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!___







[FACE POP!]

LVK: BRAINBUSTER BY TREVOR HEXTALL!!! Hervez never saw it coming!

RP: Hey, there's the other Canucklehead!


[BIG-ASS FACE POP!!!]


LVK: DOUBLE HIPCHECK!!! 

[However, Jablonski and Hextall aren't quite done yet. Jablonski pulls Hervez back to his feet
and holds his arms back, leaving him wide open for...]








___SSSMMMMMMMMAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!___








[MOTHER OF ALL FACE POPS!]

LVK: GAME MISCONDUCT!!! THAT HEART PUNCH JUST FLATTENED HERVEZ!!!


ONE!!









TWO!!!








RP: Here comes The Monster!!!


[The Monster charges, but Jablonski takes him out with a bodycheck!!!]

LVK: NO! There he goes!





THR-NO!!!

[HEEL POP!!!]

LVK: JACOB OWENS!!! He pulled Marc Gioffre out of the ring!!!

RP: Hey, what the hell's Rick Sly doing!?

[The camera suddenly cuts over to Rick Sly perched on the top rope...facing outside the ring. 
The crowd all gets to their feet as Sly looks down at a fallen Vespasian Reed and leaps...]









___THHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!___










[HUGE-ASSED POP!!!]


Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! 
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

RP: GREAT GOOGILY MOOGILY!!!

LVK: OH MY GOD!!!!

[...CRUSHING him with a splash to the floor!!! The crowd is going wild. Well...duh. Rick Sly 
just died for their pleasure.]

RP: That's how you do it! That's a prime time player!!! 

LVK: Sly's not even moving...I think he might've hurt himself with that. 

RP: Hell, scrape Reed off the floor! He just got squashed!

[Marc Gioffre tends to Sly and Reed as more chaos ensues around the ring. The American Idols 
and Team Canada all converge upon each other, brawling around ringside as we're once again left
with The Monster and Elquesa Hervez. The Monster sees a fallen Hervez lying on the canvas and 
points to the top rope.]

LVK: Oh no...

RP: The Monster's going to jump! God, now I've seen everything!!

[The still in a frenzy crowd gives a quick roar of approval as the big man ascends to the top 
turnbuckle. He spreads out his arms and leaps....]








___THHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!___







[Face pop!]

LVK: THE MONSTER MISSED!!! Hervez moves out of the way of that swandive headbutt!!!

RP: OH CRAP!!!

LVK: Wait, Hervez is lifting The Monster up!!

[Seizing the moment, sensing his opportunity, Hervez picks The Monster up into a torture rack 
with some difficulty and balances himself. He then takes a few steps forward and drops to his 
side...]









___THHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!___









Crowd: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

LVK: DEAR GOD!!

RP: HOLY SHIZNITS!!!

[...PLANTING The Monster with an inverted Death Valley Driver! He rolls The Monster over and 
drops down for the pin, but...Marc Gioffre's still distracted.]

LVK: Hervez has the pin, but Marc Gioffre doesn't see the pin! He's still tending to Reed and
Sly!

RP: I told you he's bad news...Hey! Who's that chick!?

[Suddenly, the crowd gives a pretty good pop as they see a small woman about 5'4", REALLY bony
and thin, with jet black hair down to mid-back, and wearing a man's three-piece suit-and-tie 
and steel-toed black boots RACING down towards the ring with a kendo stick in hand. She swerves
out of the way of Trevor Hextall and Jacob Owens slamming each other into various objects 
around the ring and slides in. Hervez spots her and gets to his feet...]








___TWWWWWWAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!___







Crowd: OH!

RP: She just smacked him upside the head!

LVK: I recognize her! That's Vanessa Bellucini!!! That's Rick Sly's manager!

RP: The package! 

LVK: Huh!?

RP: They got a chick! The Prime Time Player's completed the package!!!

[However, despite getting hit head-on with that kendo stick, Elquesa Hervez looks nothing more
than REALLY annoyed. Vanessa goes for another swing, but Hervez quickly grabs her into a double
choke and lifts her into the air!]

LVK: Hervez's got her up!

[HEEL POP!]

RP: HOT DAMN!!!

LVK: GREEN MIST!!! She spit it right into Hervez's eyes!!

[Dropping Vanessa, Hervez falls to one knee and frantically grabs his face. Meanwhile, on the
outside...]







___CCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKK!!!___




___CCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKK!!!___






Crowd: OH!!!

LVK: The American Idols just took out Team Canada with those chairshots!!

RP: This is the most f'ed up, chaotic, flustercuck of a match I've ever seen! People are
getting the hell beat out of them everywhere I look!!! I love it!

[POP!]

LVK: Tables! The Idols are planning to put Team Canada through those tables!

[Laying both members of Team Canada across two tables, Owens and Young leap back onto the apron
and go through the ropes. They both turn to each other and nod, before slingshotting themselves
over the top rope with a pair of tope con hilos...]







__CCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKK!!!___




___CCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKK!!!___


[HUGE FACE POP!]

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! 

LVK: THEY MOVED!!! YOUNG AND OWENS JUST PUT THEMSELVES THROUGH THE TABLES!!!

RP: GREAT CAESAR'S GHOST!!!

[As the crowd continues to marvel at THAT spectacle, The Monster's back on his feet and Elquesa
Hervez is still blinded...]









___THHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!___








[Huge heel pop!]

LVK: MONSTERBOMB!!!

RP: Gioffre's back on the job!


ONE!!








TWO!!







___SSSSMMMMMMMAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKK!!!___

[FACE POP!]

LVK: Jablonski just cracked that hockey stick over The Monster's back!

RP: Damn that Grapes Gilmour! That's illegal, damnit!!!

[Team Canada pulls The Monster back to his feet and Hextall grabs him in a modified bearhug. 
With a hell of a lot of effort, he lifts The Monster into the air just as Bob Jablonski leaps 
into the air with hockey stick in hand and...]









___THHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!___







Crowd: OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

LVK: Jablonski and Hextall just hit a modified bearhug slam/inverted bulldog with that hockey 
stick on The Monster!!! 

RP: He SNAPPED the damn stick in half!!!

[Team Canada gets to their feet, only to see Jacob Owens grab their manager, Grapes Gilmour, 
and set him up for a powerbomb on the floor. Bob Jablonski slides out of the ring and grabs 
Owens from behind...]








___SSSMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!___








[HUGE HEEL POP!]

LVK: YOUNG WITH THE CHAIR TO THE BACK!!!

RP: HAHAHA! That's great!

[Young lifts the chair high into the air once more, but before anymore harm can be done...]




Crowd: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

LVK: YIKES!

RP: SWEET SASSY MOLASSY!!!

[...Trevor Hextall takes him down with the ugliest damn tope you'll ever see!]

LVK: Trevor Hextall just blindsided Zach Young with a tope! I am *not* making this up. I 
repeat...a TOPE!!!

RP: I've said it once already, and I'll say it again....holy shiznit!

[Owens sees that EVERYBODY in this match is knocked out. He shoves a wobbly Vanessa Bellucini
out of his way and slides back into the ring. Elquesa Hervez gets back to unsteady feet and 
quicky receives a quick boot to the gut.]









___TTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!___








[HUGE HEEL POP!!!]

LVK: 'OL FAITHFUL!!! 'OL FAITHFUL ON HERVEZ!!!

RP: THAT'S IT!!! NEW CHAMPIONS, BABY!!!


ONE!!!








TWO!!!









THREE!!!!

[HUGE HEEL/FACE/CONFUSION POP!!!]


LVK: NO!!!! HERVEZ GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!!! HERVEZ KICKED OUT!!!

RP: AAAAAARRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!! I can't take this! 

[Owens holds his head in disbelief and screams out in frustration.]

LVK: Owens can't believe this! He thought he had him! He thought he had the titles won!

RP: He did! Gioffre doesn't know what the hell he's doing out there!!!

[He slams his hand on the mat and pulls Hervez to his feet. Owens lifts Hervez into the air 
and places him onto the top turnbuckle. He climbs to the top and nails Elquesa with a series of
punches, before cinching him for a superplex. However, the Culture Jam member doesn't seem so 
willing to be suplexed.]

LVK: Owens is trying for that superplex, but Hervez isn't budging! He's countering with 
punches...

[HUGE FACE POP!]

RP: EEP!

LVK: HE GOT OWENS IN A DOUBLE CHOKE!!!

[And in what may be THE defining moment of his career, Hervez lifts Owens into the air...




and then...




they fall...]









___TTTHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!___








Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!! HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!! 
       HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!! HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!! 
       HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!! HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!! 
       HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!! HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!! 
       HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!! HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!! 
       HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!! HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!! 
       HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!! HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!!  
       HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!! HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!!  
       HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!! HOLY SHIT!!! RCW!!!



LVK: OH MY GOD!!!

RP: UN-FREAKIN'-BELIEVABLE.

LVK: ZAPATA DRIVER ZERO ONE FROM THE TOP ROPE!!! 

[Hervez rolls Owens over and covers!]


ONE!!!














TWO!!!







[Rick Sly, out of NOWHERE, suddenly slides into the ring...]

RP: RICK SLY!!! HE'S ALIVE!!!




___SSSSMMMMMAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!___




[And gets taken out by a Yakuza kick from Vespasian Reed! HUGE FACE POP!!!]

LVK: NO, VESPASIAN REED!!!







THHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!


[MOTHER OF ALL FACE POPS SQUARED!!!]


*DING DING DING*


LVK: THEY DID IT!!! CULTURE JAM HAS SHOCKED THE WORLD!!! THEY'VE SHOCKED THE WORLD!!!

RP: I...I'm...NO! Not them!!! HOW!?!?! 

HOW!?!?!?!

HOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!?!?!?!?!



DS: YOUR WINNERS....AND __NEEEEEEEEWWWWWW__ NATIONAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS....



CUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTUUUUUUUURRRRREEEEEE



JAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!



[As Elquesa Hervez hands Reed his half of the tag team belts, they stare at each other in 
absolute SHOCK, not really believing that they've won. They let the belts hang at their sides 
and just stare out at the cheering crowd, still looking like this isn't really happening.]

LVK: We have new tag team champions!! Elquesa Hervez...Vespasian Reed...Culture Jam...my God, 
what an upset...right, Rick?

Rick?

[Rick is still shocked, to say the least.]

RP: HOW!?!?!?!?!?!

LVK: An amazing moment for Culture Jam! We need to take a commercial break - No Limits will 
continue after these messages!

[Fade to commercials.]


-------------------------------------------------------------------



[The camera reopens to the smiling face and curvy figure of Lindsey Catalano. She is dressed in 
a sheer black dress, which shows off her stunning figure. Of course, a microphone is in her 
hand.]

LC: Hi everyone! I'm Lindsey Catalano, and like, I'm way up here in the Baltimore Arena, in the 
corporate box area. You know, where the bigwigs sit!

[Giggle, smile.]

LC: Normally I'm not allowed up in places like this. Not since I was caught with a hunky waiter
in an empty box a few months back. Like, oh my god, how was I supposed to know that a bunch of 
Japanese businessmen were going to walk in while we were...

[Bla bla bla. But suddenly Lindsey stops and glances past the camera - where someone is 
obviously giving her a "hurry it up" signal. She brings her empty hand up to her mouth in an 
embarrassed gesture.]

LC: Oh, uh, sorry everybody. I got a little sidetracked there. Anyway, like I'm here to talk to
the big boss himself! Mr Fletcher!

[She turns and knocks on a door marked "RCW Owner", and it is opened by a burly man in a dark
suit. He nods, and steps out of the way, and Lindsey smiles to the camera and walks in. Inside
it's very lavish - leather sofas, a large fully-stocked bar, complete with barman, a number of
big-screen TVs...the works. One side of the room is a large glass wall, and the as the camera
turns to it, we can see inside the packed-out Baltimore Arena, including the ring far below. 
About a dozen people are in the room, sitting, talking, drinking, watching. Into shot steps RCW
owner Clint Fletcher, a Coors Light in hand.]

Fletcher: Lindsey, so glad you could make it.

LC: Uh, thanks Mr Fletcher! I've just, like, got a few questions for you.

[Fletcher knocks back a swig of the beer, and smiles.]

Fletcher: Sure, I'll be happy to answer them. But first let me introduce a few of the guests I 
have here with me tonight. This lovely lady here [he places his hand on the shoulder of a pretty
young girl in jeans and a white t-shirt] is my little sister, Candace...

LC: Hi Candace, nice to meet you!

[She smiles nervously, and the camera then turns to follow Fletch as he points out different 
people.]

Fletcher: Over here is my old college buddy, Alan Mackey....this is my good friend Bob 
Frankhauser, who used to work for me back in NECW a few years ago....

LC: Oh! Mr Frankhauser, how are you enjoying the show?

[A middle-aged man with a beard, Frankhauser steps up to the mic.]

BF: It's great! Boy, it's amazing how far this organisation has come in a year. I mean, a year
ago, RCW was broadcasting out of the fieldhouse of a small college in the midwest, and tonight
it's sold out the Baltimore Arena! And the talent level is amazing. A year ago - Chris Hopper 
and the Crazed Animals were main eventing. Now you've got the Devon Cases, the Chris Courtades,
the Mark Langseths....[chuckle] you do the math.

LC: Thanks....um, Mr Fletcher...I wanted to ask you about the incident earlier tonight with 
the fan in the ring?

[Fletch looks a bit awkward, his smile disappearing for the first time.]

Fletcher: Actually, I'd rather not talk about that. It was an unfortunate incident, but I said
what I wanted to say. I stand by what I did and what I said.

LC: Uh, like, okay. 

Fletcher: There is something I want to say though, that might interest the fans at home. 

LC: Oh?

Fletcher: Sure. There's a certain guy around here who's been running his mouth for weeks now, 
saying how RCW isn't up to his standards, and other crap like that. I'm not going to mention 
his name, because he knows who he is. 

LC: Rick Perle?

Fletcher: No Lindsey, not Rick [sigh]. It's a wrestler....

LC: Oooohh!

Fletcher: About half an hour ago, I had one of our limos go to the international airport and 
pick up a "guest" of mine. Someone who has a bit of unfinished business with this other 
trash-talking punk. He's in the building, and he's got some stuff to say.

LC: Oh, who is it?

Fletcher: [sigh] Lindsey, sometimes I wonder if giving you a microphone is a bad idea. But 
then again you're incredible eye candy [grin]. But no, I'm not going to tell you who it is, 
because that would ruin the surprise, now wouldn't it?

LC: I guess.

Fletcher: I'll tell ya this though - I'm not talking about Chris Courtade's mystery partner. 
Hell, even *I* don't know who Chris has got to team with him, if he's managed to find anyone at
all. Now Lindsey, if you'll excuse me, I've got some guests to entertain....

[He smiles, and ushers Lindsey back out into the hall, closing the door.]

LC: Um, like....that's all! Back you to Larry!

[Cut back to Larry and Rick.]

LVK: Thanks Lindsey.

RP: She sure is a dumbass, but I'd love to....

LVK: Rick! 

RP: Uh....yeah....I was going to say "I would love to have a deep and meaningful conversation
with her about the pros and cons of home schooling!"

LVK: *Sure* you were [shakes his head]. But how about those comments from RCW owner Clint 
Fletcher?

RP: Who the hell was he talking about? 

LVK: Heh, not you.

RP: Smartass. I wonder who he's brought into RCW, and who that person has come here to get even
with!

LVK: Two very good questions. I guess we'll have to wait and see. Well fans, we're still 
counting down to tonight's HUGE main event between Johnny Axis and Devon Case. 

RP: Man, I can't wait for that one.

LVK: Devon Case's rise up the ranks of RCW has been mercurial to say the least. Let's now take
a look back at the obstacles and battles Case has faced since he first came to RCW nearly five
months ago.


***Video Package***


[Open to a shot of Devon Case walking down the aisle, dressed in 



VO: From the moment he first stepped foot in RCW, Devon Case served notice to the group of men
known as the Legacy, that he was here to end their reign of terror....


*Impact April 30*

[The industrial tweaking intro of "Stinkfist" by Tool starts to scratch over the P.A as fans 
can be heard cheering in anticipation for this apparent unknown surprise about to unfold ... as
the industrial parts get heavier they stop ... two blue pyros sound off along the stage ... 

BOOM! BOOM! ... as the heavy riffs of Stinkfist kicks in ... the FANS GO F'N CRAZY!!! And why?
Cause the lights have kicked back on after the pyros ... and one man stands atop the 
entranceway. The MONSTER POP continues as the man just has his eyes locked on Shade in the ring
who is without a doubt taken aback ...] 

LVK: HOLY ... 

RP: My sentiments exactly. 

LVK: IT CAN'T BE! THERE HAVE BEEN RUMORS THAT HE HAS PARTED WITH THAT TAMPA ORGANIZATION ... 
BUT ... BUT ... 

[The man they refer to stands a cool six feet even ... nice VEGAS tan apparent as his very 
short black hair glistens in the spotlight. The man wears a black with one lettering "Madman 
From Vegas" t-shirt ... and his trademark black and blue striped wrestling pants. He holds a 
mic in his left hand as the pop is ultra deafening ... for ... for ...] 

LVK: DEVON CASE!! 


<static>


VO: Initially he set his sights on Legacy member Tripp Shade, but soon found out that the 
Legacy hunts as a pack....


<static>


RP: WOO! GOTHAM! BRUTAL YOUTH! CASE IS UP THE CREEK WITHOUT A PADDLE!

LVK: TURN AROUND CASE! TURN AROUND!

[The three men slide in and Case must have hella sweet instincts for he hears
'em coming the whole time ... catching the running Gotham with a drop toe hold
that carries Gotham right into the bottom rope neck first! MONSTER POP!!]

LVK: Case is holding off four men! Left by Case staggers Blitz ... right elbow
staggers Napier,
another left to Blitz, another elbow to Napier!

RP: Goddamn, he's a machine!! Damn the machine! Damn the machine!

LVK: But shade is up from that corner ... Case is fighting off Brutal Youth ...
Case is turning ... 

[TTTTHHHHHHHWWWWWWAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK~!]

[BOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!]

RP: WOOO!! ZERO HEAT KICK!! ZERO HEAT KICK!! SHADE JUST CAUGHT CASE ON THE CHIN
WITH THE ZERO HEAT KICK!!


<static>


VO: Week in and week out Devon Case took the battle right to the Legacy. He brought in an old 
friend, Chris Courtade, and together the Legend Killers Incorporated became a very real thorn 
in the side of Jim Catanzaro's men.


[Maximum Risk supercard, July 2001]

[Chris Gotham and Tripp Shade are putting a serious beating on Devon Case, when the lights go 
out. As the lights are out, a figure can be seen slipping into the ring and screaming abounds. 
Someone lets out a sharp yelp and then the lights turn on.  And the shit, in a word, hits the 
fan!!!]

RP: HOLY SHIT!!!

LVK: OH MY GOD!!!  I DON'T BELIEVE MY OWN EYES!!!

RP: This is NOT GOOD!!!!  This is awful!!!

[The man winds up and unleashes the hardest, most vicious lariat EVER seen on RCw TV.  Gotham 
goes flying over the ropes from, and Tripp Shade is thrown over the ropes and outside to the 
floor in short order  as the fans LOSE IT!!!]

LVK: CHRIS COURTADE IS IN THE RCW!!!!!  OH MY GOD, I DON'T BELIEVE IT~!!!

RP: THE NUMBER ONE MAN IN WRESTLING TODAY!!  HE'S HERE AND HE JUST KICKED THE LIVING HELL OUT 
OF THE LoM!!!

LVK: Courtade came to save his best friend!!!  It's a well known fact, these two are thick as 
thieves behind the scenes, and Chris Courtade made the save for Devon Case!!  This crowd is 
electrified, and so are we!!

[Courtade helps his friend to his feet and Case takes a look at Courtade, and extends his fist.  
Without thinking Chris slams his fist into Case's.]

<static>


VO: Even when the Legacy's membership became a revolving door, the one constant was the 
unwavering determination of Devon Case to end their grip on the controls of RCW. Fans embraced 
Case's rebellious attitude, and became used to his tirades against the so-called "legends" of 
the sport and the men within RCW who he thought were preventing the company from reaching it's 
full potential....


[Impact, July 25, 2001]

[Devon Case and Chris Courtade are in the ring, cutting a promo.]

DC: ....the repercussions of our existance in the River City has already rang out loud.  People
in the back .. they've already been taking leave .. runnin' for their goddamn lives .. and we 
say good f[bleep]king riddance.  It's called weeding out the weak .. and let's face it .. the 
River City needed a kick in the ass to get these wishful thinking blowhards out of the company 
and off the payroll .. so to that we say again .. good f[bleep]king riddance.

<static>


VO: What had started with the unannounced arrival of Case months before, had suddenly become 
the dawning of a new era for RCW. Enter a trash-talking, bone-breaking, blood-letting era, led 
by a man with a sharp tongue, a disregard for the unspoken rules of the business, and the brawn
to back up his bravado. 

As Case rolled through everyone who stood in his way, it was fated that he would soon reach the
end of his path of destruction. The roadblock....National champion and Legacy leader, Johnny 
Axis. 

[Another image of Case standing in the ring, a half-smile on his face. This is followed by 
several quick clips of Case in action, as the voice-over continues.]

VO: Tonight Devon Case has the chance to cap off his unstoppable climb up the RCW ladder. If he
can defeat Johnny Axis and put an end to the longest National title reign in RCW history, Case 
will also quieten all of his critics, showing the world that his words are not just hot air. 
That his stance as Legend Killer is not just a gimmick. If Case walks out of No Limits tonight 
with the National title....

....the Legend Killer becomes a Legend. 

[A close-up shot of Case's face, creased with an angry snarl, freezes, and then we fade out.]

[Fade back to Larry and Rick.]

LVK: Yes indeed, Devon Case has a great opportunity tonight to do what noone else has been able
to do - take the National title off of Johnny Axis.

RP: Not gonna happen Van Keel. Johnny's always got a gameplan for the big matches.

LVK: A little bit later we'll be taking a closer look at the man who holds the belt, Johnny 
Axis. Right now though, it's time for our next match, which could be classic.

RP:  Which one?

LVK:  "El Cholo" Juan Vasquez against "Iron Man" Eddie Jacobs...in a ladder
match.

RP:  'Eh, could be okay.

LVK:  I guarantee it will be a good match.

RP:  I'll guarantee you're wrong then.

LVK:  Folks, this all started when Juan Vasquez literally gave up the
Challenger's Choice Championship to Rosco Riggins a few weeks back.  After
that, Eddie Jacobs, being the friend he is to Juan _GAVE_ him the Gateway
Championship.  A weird turn of events in itself, then Vasquez inevitably
ended up turning on Jacobs and pretty much cost him a win in a match against
our biggest champion, Johnny Axis!

RP:  That was great how he piledrove Jacobs through that table.  Just great.

LVK:  Now, even if he's not in 'Life of the Party' anymore, Vasquez is a
force to be reckoned with, two of the greatest competitors stepping into the
ring tonight, one on one.  A ladder seperates them from being called the
Gateway Champion.  Let's go down for the introductions.


DS:  Folks, the following match is a _LADDER MATCH_!


[Huge face pop.]

DS:  Introducing first.....

[The lights in the arena dim to a low twilight, and a pale blue spotlight
hits the entrance.  The fans already recognize the sight and rise in cheers
even before "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath begins to play.  As is does, a
figure steps confidently out onto the ramp, seemingly ready for anything
thrown at him.

Yeah, he may seem a bit confident, to put it mildly, but he is.  He is,
after all, "Iron Man" Eddie Jacobs.  Eddie is decked out in dark jeans and
work boots, as well as the standard Stars and Bars logo t-shirt with "Second
Class Citizen" airbrushed over it.  His dark hair hangs over his eyes like
greasy vines, and a gruff beard is protrouding from his face.

Eddie steps down the aisle at his own pace, playing up to the crowd and
getting an all around good reaction from the fans before climbing the steps,
climbing into the ring, and stretching on the ropes before the match.]

DS:  Hailing from Lexington, Tennessee, weighing in tonight at 237 pounds,
standing 6 feet 2 inches tall..


"IRON MAN"  


EDDIE JAAAAAACCCOOOOOOBS!!!!


[HUUUUGGEEE face pop]

DS:  And his opponent....

[The opening guitar riff of Coal Chamber's "Not Living" begins to play as
the lights in the arena slowly dim to a complete black. As the drum kicks
in,sparks begin to burst forth in a fountain-like fashion at the entrance.
When the flow of sparks dies down, we're left with the silouette of a man
holding his arm high into the air.]

DS: He is the Gateway Heavyweight champion....weighing in at 238 pounds and
hailing from Los Angeles, California....

[The lights return as a HUGE heel pop fills the arena, as they see our
SAVIOR~!, the man of your sister's wet dreams and her menstrual cycle's
nightmares, *your* Gateway champion...Juan Vasquez standing with the Gateway
title held high into the air.  Juan moves his head from side to side,
staring out towards the crowd, before dropping his arm, and making his way
towards the ring, dragging the title along the ground.]

DS: Here is......


"EL CHOLO"


JUUUAAANNN VAAAAAAAAAASSQUEEZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!


[Juan's wearing a black denim jacket, opened slightly to reveal a black
shirt reading "PIMP" across his chest in big white letters, and a pair of
loose-fitting, black pants.  He strolls down the aisle at a leisurely place,
milking the crowd for all the reaction they can get, getting felt up by some
females along the guardrails, and making threatening gestures to loudmouths
in the crowd. Upon reaching the ring, Juan leaps onto the apron and tosses
the Gateway title into the ring. As they suspend it over the ring, Juan
takes this opportunity to slingshot himself onto the top rope and backflip
into the ring. However, Eddie Jacobs isn't one to let an opportunity like
this to get past him....and he absolutely CLOBBERS his former friend with a
clothesline to the back of the head upon landing. FACE POP!]


 _   _  _      
| \ | || | Gateway Championship ladder match   
|  \| || |     
| . ` || |  "El Cholo" Juan Vasquez (c) vs "Iron Man" Eddie Jacobs
| |\  || |____  
|_| \_||______|
Written by Josh R       



*DING DING DING!!*


LVK:  Looks we're going to get started early here!

RP:  Jacobs knocking Juan back with a left punch, then a kick to the
midsection, then hiptosses him over!  Blasphemy, he just _HIPTOSSED_ Juan
Vasquez.  Folks, that isn't nice.

LVK:  Nonetheless, Vasquez is up to his feet and Jacobs nails him again with
a left, then a right, and another left.  He sends Vasquez into the ropes and
Juan comes back and gets tossed over with a back body drop!

[Face pop.]

RP:  These fans are sheep, why cheer this guy?

LVK:  Because he fights with heart?

RP:  Bah, Jacobs only fights so he can get money for whiskey and crack
whores.

LVK:  Pot. Kettle.  Black.

RP:  What?

LVK:  Nevermind, Vasquez up to his feet again and lifts Juan up in the air,
walks over to the ropes and drops him right onto that top rope with a snake
eyes!

[Vasquez holds his face as Jacobs goes right back on the offensive, bringing
him up in the air.]

RP:  Damn Jacobs, damn him to hell.

LVK:  Eddie tossing Vasquez into the ropes again and Juan comes back, right
into a Jacobs spinebuster!

[Vasquez hits the mat hard to a face pop as Jacobs pops right back up,
kicking Juan in the shoulder.]

RP:  Kicking him in the shoulder?  He fears the inevitable HIPTOSS O' DOOM~!

LVK:  Sure he does.  Jacobs picks Vasquez back up and tries for a kick to
the head, Vasquez ducks underneath and tries for a spinning heel kick but
Jacobs ducks underneath _THAT_.

RP:  Looks to be a step ahead of Juan at the moment.  Probably that crack he
smoked beforehand.

LVK:  Both men up and Jacobs tries for a haymaker wildly but Vasquez ducks
underneath!

RP:  Here we go, El Cholo.  That rhymed, I'm a poet and don't even know it.

LVK:  ....

RP:  Truth hurts.

LVK:  Vasquez has him locked in a full-nelson and THROWS HIM OVER WITH A
DRAGON SUPLEX!!!

[Crowd gives a big amount of heel heat as Juan holds on and picks Jacobs
right back up.]

RP:  YES!

LVK:  Vasquez hooks Jacobs by one arm now and lifts....























______________________THUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD______________________________
















CROWD:  OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


HALF-NELSON SUPLEX!!  BEAUTIFULLY EXECUTED!!

[Jacobs lands on his neck hard and clutches at it as Vasquez kips up to his
feet.]

RP: What did I tell you?  I knew Juan would come through.]

LVK:  Well, you were right.  For now..

RP:  For _EVER_

LVK:  Vasquez picking Jacobs up and throws him into the turnbuckle hard.

[Heel heat from the crowd.]

RP:  Here we go.

LVK:  Vasquez walking over cockily and puts a boot choke onto Jacobs,
crushing his wind pipe and cutting off his air supply.

[Jacobs tries pushing him away but Vasquez just pushes down more.]

RP:  Vasquez taking his jacket off now and shaking his finger at Jacobs like
'Tsk Tsk'.  THIS IS GREAT!

LVK:  Juan Vasquez has become disgusting, he doesn't have any respect for
Eddie Jacobs.

RP:  That should make him a hero.  If you cheer  a bum like Jacobs, you
should be shot.

LVK:  Vasquez giving Jacobs a boot to the gut and throws his jacket out to
the outside and tells Eddie to bring it on.

RP:  Yeah, bring it, REDNECK!

LVK:  Jacobs walking in and Vasquez _SLAPS_ HIM ACROSS THE FACE!!

CROWD:  OHHHHHHHHHHHHH

RP:  YEAH!

LVK:  Jacobs doesn't look pleased at all and unloads on Juan with a series
of left jabs!

[Vasquez falls against the ropes, stunned.]

RP:  NOOOOO!

LVK:  Jacobs leans back and--
















___________________THUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD________________________________



SENDS BOTH MEN OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A HELLACIOUS CLOTHESLINE!!!

[Huge crowd pop as Jacobs picks himself up on the outside.]

RP:  Jacobs picking Vasquez up to his feet.  No Eddie, he ISN'T ATTRACTED TO
YOU!

LVK:  What the hell are you talking about?  Jacobs grabbing Vasquez and--OH!
Gets a LOW BLOW FOR HIS PLEASURE!

[Jacobs keels over as Vasquez looks out to the seething crowd.]

RP:  Juan now kicking Eddie in the stomach over and over.  Trying to get
that bastard to puke up all those raw chickens he ate.

LVK:  Raw chickens?  Hmm...Vasquez grabs Jacobs and whips him into the
guardrail now.

[The rail clangs as Jacobs lies against it, the crowd booing and trying to
get him to retaliate.]

RP:  Vasquez charges and Eddie throws him over with a back body drop.
Dammit.

[People scatter as Vasquez falls into the crowd, chairs spilling around
him.]

LVK:  Jacobs climbing over the railing now, going after Juan.

RP:  Well, he better wake up early to fool Vasquez because Juan just grabbed
a nearby chair and lowblowed him again!

[Another heel pop as Jacobs doubles over, Juan rises to his feet.]

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CROWD:  OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

RP:  ONE CHAIRSHOT!!

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[_HUGE_ heel heat for Vasquez.]

RP:  THREE CHAIRSHOTS IN A ROW!!

[Jacobs falls over the guardrail from the succession of chairshots, blood
pouring from his face, a newly opened wound from the chair the reason.]

LVK:  Damn Juan Vasquez, DAMN HIM!

RP:  Jacobs is bleeding like a stuck pig already now, Vasquez has the upper
hand on him.

LVK:  I'd tend to agree here, unfortunately.

RP:  Vasquez jumping over the guardrail now and picks the bloodied Jacobs
up.

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[HUUUUUGE heel heat as Jacobs crumples down, blood pouring even more from
his face.]

LVK:  Vasquez walking over towards the ladder by the ramp and puts it over
his head, walking over towards Jacobs.

[Heel heat turns into a face pop as Jacobs brings himself up slowly, blood
running down his face.]

RP:  He's about to get even more messed up, if I'm correct.

LVK:  Jacobs in a daze as Vasquez measures him up, that ladder around his
head, I think he's looking to ram it into Jacobs.

RP:  Nice observation.

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LVK:  JUAN GOT CAUGHT RIGHT IN THE FACE BY THAT LADDER!!

[Vasquez falls over, the ladder moving off as he holds his face.]

RP:  Jacobs kicks Vasquez in the ribs over and over.

LVK:  Now Eddie has the advantage.

RP:  Not for long.

LVK:  Jacobs now picking Vasquez up off the ground and to his feet.

RP:  Juan looks a little dazed still after that ladder shot, which he well
should be.

LVK:  Vasquez swinging wildly at Jacobs and Eddie ducks underneath.

[Vasquez is all the way turned around now and facing towards the
turnbuckle.]

RP:  Dammit.

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[Huge face pop for Jacobs, who is now taking over, or so it seems.]

RP:  Eddie sees a local crackwhore in the crowd, I think he's going to
leave!

LVK:  But he's not even looking around.

RP:  He's special like that.

LVK:  Special, is he?

RP:  Yeah, didn't you see him pull up in that small, yellow bus?

LVK:  Okay, I should've never asked.  Jacobs grabbing Vasquez by the head
and drags him across the ring apron!

[Blood flows behind Vasquez, busted open from the turnbuckle shots and the
burning from the apron, the blood smears across the material.]

RP:  Now Juan's bleeding.  So, we have two men bleeding.  I guess this is
going to be a brutal affair.

LVK:  I think so, but we probably haven't seen anything yet.

RP:  We'll see.

LVK:  Wait a second, Juan Vasquez is trying to get away and tries rolling
into the ring.

[Heel heat for Vasquez turns into a face pop as Jacobs catches him by the
foot, dragging him back to the outside.]

RP:  Juan back out now and Eddie pushes him into the guardrail again!

[Another face pop as Jacobs begins laying into him with left jabs and
hooks.]

LVK:  He's busting Vasquez up even more now, and both of these men are out
for _BLOOD_ here, folks.

RP:  Astute observation, indeed.

LVK:  Jacobs kicking Juan in the stomach now, doubling him over.

RP:  He's just setting him up here, I'm telling you.

LVK:  Well, it's a weird plan then because Eddie has just grabbed Vasquez by
the head and thrown him into the side of the ring!

[Vasquez crumples down to the floor as Jacobs begins kicking him in the ribs
again.]

RP:  Jacobs has an affinity for kicking people in the ribs, or so I've seen.

LVK:  Trying to soften them up for something, I'm sure.

RP:  Intelligence by him?  I think not.

LVK:  Eddie pulling Vasquez up to his feet and bodyslams him on the outside.

RP:  Vasquez trying to pull himself up and Eddie stops him with a left jab.
Dammit.

LVK:  Jacobs trying for a big haymaker but Vasquez ducks underneath and
pushes him into the turnbuckle post again, Juan grabs a chair that's near
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RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!

[HUUGEEE heel heat for Vasquez who grabs him and slides him into the ring.]

RP: There we go.  Now it's on.

LVK:  Juan sliding in after him and picks Jacobs up and onto his shoulders?

RP:  We're going to see something here.  Juan running and--

LVK:  AND NAILS A FRONT SOMERSAULT SAMOAN DROP!!!!

[Jacobs crashes into the mat, clutching at his ribs as Juan measures him up
a bit.]

RP:  He's got something else planned now.

LVK:  Vasquez runs and SPRINGS UP OFF THE FIRST TURNBUCKLE, AND LEAPS OFF
WITH A MOONSAULT!!!

[Crushing right into Jacobs' ribs, Eddie clutches as Juan springs back up.]

RP:  He's going for the stepladder moonsaults, it seems.

LVK:  JUAN RUNNING AGAIN AND SPRINGS OFF THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE WITH A
LEAPING MOONSAULT!!!

[Vasquez lands nicely again as the crowd lets out a pretty large heel pop.]

RP:  All he needs is one more and he's got the TRI-FECTA~!

LVK:  Indeed, Vasquez up again and runs over, a little more slowly this time
and springs up onto the top, splitting his legs in the process and comes off
with a split-legged moonsault......

RP:  NO!

LVK: BUT JACOBS MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!

[Vasquez lands hard on his stomach and ribs, as Jacobs pulls himself up
slowly.]

RP:  Eddie walking over to Vasquez, probably trying to rob him of his
pimpness while he's down, but you _CAN'T_ STOP THE PIMPNESS!!

LVK:  Jacobs lifting Juan up now and to his feet.

RP:  He ain't got nothing.

LVK:  Jacobs grabs Juan up and under and picks him up, SLAMMING HIM DOWN
WITH A PUMPHANDLE SLAM!!

[Vasquez clutches at his back from the slam as Jacobs tries to stay on the
offensive.]

RP:  That was weak.

LVK:  Vasquez actually getting to his feet?

RP:  Told ya'.

LVK:  He's dazed though, he's got blood still coming out a little bit from
his face, so he maybe in a blind walk right now.

RP:  Nah, he's just playing possum.

LVK:  Jacobs with a left to the face of Juan now, sending him back a bit.

RP:  Come on Juan.

LVK:  Eddie tries whipping Vasquez into the ropes but Juan reverses and
throws Jacobs into the turnbuckle!

RP:  Here we go.

LVK:  Vasquez running and trying for a spear attempt, he leaps and--









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RAMS _RIGHT_ INTO THAT TURNBUCKLE FROM JACOBS MOVING!!  HIS SHOULDER HAS TO
BE IN SERIOUS TROUBLE RIGHT NOW!

[Camera focuses in on Vasquez, blood covering his face as it is indeed,
etched with pain, the force of the spear taking a lot out of him, looking
like he literally tope'd the steel.]

RP:  Damn, that looks like it hurt a _LOT_.

LVK:  Jacobs grabbing Vasquez and yanks him out of the corner, he turns him
around and throws him over with a vicious exploder suplex.

[Juan lands hard, clutching at his neck and shoulder area as the crowd pops
loudly.]

RP:  He'll turn the tide, just you watch.

LVK:  Jacobs now starting to kick Juan again, laying into him with kicks
right to that injured shoulder.

RP:  Softening him up, PREPARING HIMSELF FOR A LOSS!!

[Face pop as Jacobs continues the assault on Vasquez' shoulder.]

LVK:  Vasquez blocking one of Jacobs' kicks and pushes him off and into the
ropes.

RP:  Here we go.

LVK:  He kicks Jacobs in the stomach and grabs him, and spikes him down with
a single-arm ddt.

RP:  There it is.  Yay.

[Vasquez gets up and looks around, blood on his face.  What he's looking
for?  The ladder it seems, he eyes it and smiles, going to the outside to
grab it.  He retrieves it and slides it into the ring towards Jacobs.]

LVK:  Vasquez has something planned here, you can bet on that.  He slides
back in and lifts Jacobs' head up, placing it by the bottom part of that
ladder.  He lifts the other side into the air..NO!


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CROWD:  ONE!

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CROWD:  TWO

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CROWD:  THREE

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CROWD:  SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE

LVK:  STOP THIS, PLEASE!

RP:  Looks like he listened.

[The crowd, anticipating ten is instead given the finger by Vasquez to a
huge round of boos.]

LVK:  Jacobs bleeding even more now as Vasquez brings him up to his feet.
Juan throws him towards the ropes but Eddie reverses and throws Juan into
the ropes, Vasquez comes back and Eddie quickly drops him with a REVERSE
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[Huge face pop for Jacobs, who sets the ladder back up and begins climbing.]

RP:  NOOOOOOO!!

LVK:  JACOBS IS CLIMBING!  THIS ONE MAYBE OVER!!

[Face pop turns into a heel pop as Vasquez scurries to his feet and begins
climbing up the opposite side.]

RP:  Uh oh.

LVK:  Both men to the top and they're fighting over position.  Jacobs tries
for a left hand but Vasquez slaps it out of the way, he grabs Eddie and
locks him around the head.

[Huge anticipation pop as Vasquez lifts Jacobs at the top of the ladder.]

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CROWD:  "HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!!"






[The crowd continues chanting as Mr. Van Keel tells us why.]

LVK:  SUPER GOURDBUSTER OFF THE TOP OF THAT LADDER!! DEAR LORD!!!

[Vasquez and Jacobs both look out of it as they look up at the lights, blood
pouring down both their faces, Juan clutches at his shoulder and Jacobs at
his ribs as they both just stay down.]

RP:  Well, atleast there won't be a mandatory 10 count.  Since this is a
ladder match and _SOMEONE_ must win.

LVK:  This is very true.

RP:  Yeah, atleast we agree, on _SOMETHING_.

LVK:  Well, I know you'll agree with me on the point that the maneuver Juan
Vasquez just executed was pretty outstanding.

RP:  Of course I agree, Vasquez is a gamer to the fullest, he's stepping up
in the biggest match of his career, that's very noteable.

[Vasquez begins moving a bit as the crowd finally dies down, but cheering
both men slightly, moreso Jacobs who seems to be out of it, clutching at his
ribs and blood dripping from his face onto the mat.]

LVK:  Vasquez using those ropes to pull himself up and Jacobs is on his
knees, bleeding onto the mat.

RP:  I bet he's used to bleeding onto hard surfaces.

LVK:  What do you mean?

RP:  If I have to explain it, you're a dumbass.

LVK:  Vasquez walking over towards the ladder but Jacobs dives and grabs him
by the foot!

RP:  He's in the position he should be, holding on barely, at the bottom
rung.  Loser.

LVK:  Vasquez trying to kick Jacobs in the face but Eddie moves his head out
of the way.  He pushes Juan over and Vasquez falls to the mat!

RP:  He's still clutching at those ribs though.

LVK:  Indeed he is as he rises to his feet.  He walks over to Juan, gingerly
I may add and begins kicking him in the shoulder over and over.

RP:  But Juan catches one of those feet and rises up, DROPKICKING JACOBS
RIGHT IN HIS FACE!

[The dropkick lands perfectly and Vasquez falls back, landing awkwardly on
his injured shoulder, causing him to clutch at it once again.  Blood pours
down Eddie Jacobs' face as Vasquez pulls himself up.]

LVK:  Vasquez off the ropes and nails a quick elbowdrop, in a snapping
succession.  He gets right back up and nails another, and another, and
another, and _ANOTHER_.

[Vasquez gets up, clutching at his shoulder, the force of hitting Jacobs in
the chest with his elbow having shot up to his shoulder.]

RP:  Juan eyeing that ladder now.  He's going to start to ascend, methinks.

LVK:  Indeed it seems, Vasquez starts climbing the right side of that ladder
and the Iron Man is getting to his feet!

RP:  Damn.

LVK:  Jacobs sees that Vasquez is already half way up and scurries as fast
as he can over to the turnbuckle, climbing up.  I think he's going to jump
off and knock Vasquez off.

RP:  I think so too.

[Vasquez turns around, wide eyed and about 3/4ths of the way up.]

LVK:  Jacobs leaps.....

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LVK:  SPEAR BY JUAN VASQUEZ!! HE SPEARED EDDIE JACOBS RIGHT OUT OF THE
AIR!!!


[HUUUUUUUUUUGE heel heat towards Vasquez who lies down, looking up at the
lights, just as Jacobs, each man clutching their respectively broken body
parts.  Vasquez, his shoulder, and Jacobs, his ribs.]

RP:  Vasquez is grabbing the bottom rope, he's going to pull himself up!

LVK:  He's on one knees, clutching at his shoulder with one hand and the
other on the middle rope.  He looks over at the fallen ladder, up against
the ropes, having come that way because of him propelling himself off the
side.

RP:  He needs to set it up and win this damn thing!

LVK:  Vasquez pulling himself up as Jacobs sits up a bit, clutching at his
ribs in the process.

RP:  Jacobs begins pulling himself up like the loser he is while Juan walks
over, clutching at his shoulder to bring that ladder back upright.

LVK:  Indeed, Jacobs has pulled himself up though and walks, clutching at
his ribs while doing so towards Vasquez.

[Huge face pop as Jacobs grabs Vasquez.]

RP:  What the hell is he doing?

LVK:  He has Vasquez by the tights and the neck and--



































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THROWS HIM RIGHT ONTO THAT LADDER, FACE FIRST GOES VASQUEZ AND HE AND THE
LADDER HAVE FALLEN TO THE OUTSIDE!!

[The camera shows a shot of Vasquez lying down, blood on his face, pouring
out and blood smeared on the ladder as he grabs at it, in a daze.]

RP:  But you see, Juan Vasquez has heart, he's trying to pull himself up
already.

LVK:  Actually, I think he's just grabbing onto anything near him so he
doesn't think he's dead.

RP:  Jacobs walking out there now.

LVK:  He smells blood, but instead of attacking Vasquez he looks under the
ring?

RP:  Retard, I'm telling you.

LVK:  This is very unorthodox, indeed.  Nonetheless, Eddie Jacobs is digging
around under the ring and pulls out a chair, throwing it into the ring, then
goes right back under.

[Face pop as Jacobs emerges with another chair, and another, and another,
chunking the last three into the ring.]

RP:  What the hell is this incestual creation doing?

LVK:  I don't really know.

RP:  Yeah, you don't know anything.

LVK:  Sure I do.

RP:  Knowing how to play pocket pool doesn't count.

LVK:  ....

RP:  Truth hurts, once again.

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SMASHES IT RIGHT INTO JUAN VASQUEZ' FOREHEAD!!

[Blood spurts up from the wound and smears all across the top of the ladder
as Jacobs shrugs and slides it back into the ring.  Bloodied and exhausted,
Jacobs grabs Vasquez and slides him into the ring also.]

RP:  Dammit, what does this hick have planned?

LVK:  We're about to see, I'm sure.

RP:  Jacobs picking one of those chairs up and waiting for Juan Vasquez to
get to his feet.

LVK:  Juan picking himself up and Jacobs bounces off the ropes, Vasquez
turns around and Eddie tries for a chairshot but Vasquez ducks underneath
AND PUSHES JACOBS INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

[The crowd shows heel heat as the chair slightly crashes into Jacobs' skull.
While Eddie is occupied, Vasquez picks up a nearby chair to him.]

RP:  Jacobs turning around, he won't like what he sees!

LVK:  Vasquez swings WILDLY BUT JACOBS DUCKS UNDERNEATH!

RP:  Vasquez turns around, NO!!!  YES!  AND DUCKS UNDER A JACOBS TRY FOR A
CHAIRSHOT!

LVK:  Both men turning to face each other and they swing at the same time.




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RP:  They continually hit chairs with each other, Vasquez trying to hit
Jacobs in the gut with the chair but Jacobs sideswipes that with his own
chair.

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around and--








CROWD:  OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH












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NAILS VASQUEZ WITH A CHAIR SHOT ACROSS THE HEAD!!  THAT IMPACT WAS SO
TREMENDOUS THAT IT BENT THE CHAIR OVER JUAN'S HEAD!!

[Indeed, the chair is now stuck on Vasquez' head and Jacobs pries it off,
Juan falls over, blood all _OVER_ his face.]

RP:  I think Vasquez is delirious at the moment, because he's picking
himself up with the ropes wildly, blood all over himself.

LVK:  I think so also.  Vasquez up and turns around, Jacobs locks on a front
facelock!  IT COULD BE A TRANQUILIZER DDT!!

RP:  NO!  JUAN PUSHES HIM OFF!

LVK:  JACOBS BOUNCING OFF THE ROPES AND VASQUEZ DROP TOE-HOLDS HIM ONTO ONE
OF THOSE CHAIRS!!!

[Jacobs falls down to a huge heel pop as Vasquez smiles.]

RP:  YES!

LVK:  Juan now grabbing two of those other chairs and setting them up into a
sitting position.

[The two chairs face each other as Juan picks Jacobs up and locks him in a
standing headscissors.]

RP:  DO IT!

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POWERBOMB ONTO THOSE TWO CHAIRS!!!

CROWD:  
"ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!"  "ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!!"
"ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!"  "ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!!"
"ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!"  "ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!!"
"ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!"  "ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!!"
"ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!"  "ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!!"
"ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!"  "ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!!"

"ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!"  "ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!!"
"ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!"  "ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!!"
"ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!"  "ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!!"
"ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!"  "ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!!"
"ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!"  "ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!!"
"ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!"  "ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!!"
"ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!"  "ARGH-SEE-DUBYA!!"


RP:  That should turn it on for Vasquez, this is _OVER_.

LVK:  Juan eyeing that ladder now and begins climbing up the left side...

[Huge heel pop turns into one of confusion as Juan stops about 3/4ths of the
way up, turning around and looking down at the fallen Jacobs.]

RP:  Vasquez moving himself up the final few rungs now, looking down, making
sure that redneck doesn't get up.

LVK:  What the hell?  Vasquez gives the middle finger and jumps off--




































CROWD:  OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH













[Cameras flash as Vasquez executes a beautiful....]























ELBOW SPLASH FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!!!





CROWD:  "HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!!"


RP:  That was _AMAZING_.  But, I think Vasquez is hurt now.

LVK:  What about Jacobs?  He's hurt also.

RP:  Oh well, I don't care about Jacobs.

[Vasquez now clutches at his shoulders and ribs as Jacobs just clutches at
his stomach and ribs, surely to have something broken.]

LVK:  Vasquez crawling over to the ropes now, wanting to pull himself up.

RP:  See how much of a warrior this guy is?

LVK:  He is tough, I will give him that.  But, he needs to stop showboating
and try climbing, or he's going to lose.

RP:  Bah, Jacobs is done.  That's nonsense.

LVK:  Vasquez pulling himself up now and climbs outside of the ring.  What
the hell is he doing?

RP:  Right now?  Winning, BOO-YAH!

LVK:  He clutches at his shoulder and now his equally tender ribs as he
looks underneath the ring for something.

RP:  He's found it.

LVK:  TABLE!

[Anticipation pop by the crowd.]

RP:  Vasquez sliding that into the ring and sets it up by the ladder.  He
picks Eddie Jacobs' old, decrepid, has-been ass up and lies him on top.

LVK:  Rick...stop.

RP:  Just giving my opinions.

LVK:  Do you think people really care about your 'opinions'?

RP:  Well, yeah, sure, they should, ya' know?

LVK:  Whatever.	 Vasquez climbing up the right side of the ladder, probably
looking to drive Jacobs through that table down there somehow.

RP:  And he will.

LVK:  Never know.

[Huge crowd pop as Jacobs begins moving, he slides himself off of the table
and begins climbing the left side of the ladder, very slowly, just like
Vasquez, both men favoring their ribs and Juan also favoring his shoulder.]

RP:  They're now both at the top and trading hands, trying to knock the
other off.

LVK:  Jacobs is in the more worse of places here, he could fall back and go
through that table.

RP:  That's probably what Vasquez wants.

LVK:  Probably so.  Nonetheless, they continue trading hands and are both
barely hanging on.  Vasquez begins tipping over and looks down, wide eyed
and Jacobs takes the opportunity, grabbing him and sitting him at the top of
that ladder.  What's he going to do?

RP:  I don't know...

LVK:  Oh no.  Jacobs is grabbing Vasquez around the waist, and he has him
hooked...Dear lord...He falls back....




































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CROWD:  "HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

LVK:  [trying to scream over the screaming from the fans.]  DEAR GOD!! EDDIE
JACOBS JUST BELLY-TO-BACK SUPERPLEXED JUAN VASQUEZ FROM THE TOP OF A LADDER
THROUGH A TABLE SOME 10 to 12 FEET BELOW!!

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"



































RP:  I don't know what to say.  Except for, come on Juan, get _UP_!



[Both Eddie Jacobs and Juan Vasquez look nearly dead as shards of broken
table lie around them from the carnage of the long fall, both of their faces
covered in crimson, both breathing heavily, looking off in space.]

LVK:  These two are giving it their all to beat the other in this ladder
match.  I don't know if either will be the same after this.

RP:  We will see, won't we?

LVK:  Yes, we will.  Neither man is really moving yet, showing the hard
fought battle this has brooded into.

RP:  Well, Jacobs turned his back on Vasquez, so Juan had to do something
about it.

LVK:  Jacobs turned on Vasquez?  Are you stupid?  Vasquez turned on Jacobs!

RP:  Mark.

LVK:  I have a cousin named Mark.

RP:  ....

LVK:  Wait a second!  Eddie Jacobs is moving!

[Indeed, moving, barely Eddie Jacobs drags himself towards the ropes.]

RP:  So is Juan Vasquez though!

LVK:  Indeed, Juan Vasquez is barely moving, clutching at his neck,
shoulder, and wincing in pain, barely visible is his face under that
engulfing amount of blood covering his face.

RP:  Same thing with Eddie Jacobs, they are both wearing the obligatory
Crimson Mask.

LVK:  Yes, they are.  Jacobs pulling himself up slowly and turns around.  He
sees the overturned ladder and walks over slowly, clutching at his back and
ribs and limping over in the process.

RP:  He's bending over to pick it up and Juan Vasquez is still dazed,
pulling himself up slowly.

LVK:  Jacobs has that ladder up and begins climbing as Juan Vasquez looks
on, trying to get his legs to stay still and not wobble.

RP:  Vasquez dives towards Jacobs and--









GRABS HIS LEG!!

[HUUUUUUUGE heel pop.]

LVK:  Vasquez has Jacobs' leg now and he maybe able to hold on.

RP:  Nah, he doesn't have to hold on, he can just tear it off.

LVK:  Eddie looks down and kicks Juan in the face!

[Blood smears all over Jacobs' foot, almost causing him to slip but Vasquez
falls down and gets back up, slowly as Eddie climbs, nearly to the top.
Juan looks wide-eyed.]

RP:  Vasquez looking over at Herman Gehl, our referee for this match.
Haven't heard anything from him in this match, since he really does nothing.

LVK:  Indeed and Vasquez hurries over to him...Nails the oldest referee in
RCW with a knee to the stomach!

[Gehl doubles over as Vasquez hooks his arm, gives a thumbs up to the crowd
and..]

RP:  HIPTOSS!! HIPTOSS INTO THE LADDER!!!! HIPTOSSSSS!!

[HUUUUGE heel pop as the ladder falls over, Jacobs flies off and gets
crotched onto the top rope.]

MALE PORTION OF CROWD:  OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

LVK:  DAMN THAT CHEATER!!

RP:  Vasquez looking around in a daze, blood still coming down his face and
grabs a nearby chair.

LVK:  He walks over to Jacobs and rears back....





































___________________________CRAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKKK_______________________





































HITS JACOBS RIGHT IN THE HEAD WITH THAT CHAIR!!!

[HUUUUGE heel pop as Jacobs falls off the top rope and to the outside.
Vasquez throws the chair down and sets the ladder up, climbing up.]

RP:  YES!! HE'S GOING TO DO IT!! YES!!

LVK:  NO!  He may not.

[Vasquez nears the top as the crowd boos rabidly.]

RP:  He's up there!  GET IT JUAN!

LVK:  He unhooks it...NO!  WHAT A TRAVESTY!

*DING DING DING!!!!*

[Vasquez climbs down halfway, heel heat raining down upon him and jumps off
from near the bottom.  Even louder heel heat is heard as Coal Chamber's "Not
Living" begins playing.]

DS:  YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH, AND _STILL_ RCW GATEWAY HEAVYWEIGHT
CHAMPION....


"EL CHOLO"


JUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN


VAAAAAASSSSSSSSSQQQQQUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!



[Vasquez is handed his Gateway title belt, which he hoists into the air, and then
drapes over his shoulder. He looks down at Jacobs, who is still at ringside, and 
smiles, before climbing from the ring.]

LVK: What a match!

RP: Damn, that was intense as hell! But Juan came through with the Gold! Now he's
a *real* champ. No more handouts - he's the real deal baby!

LVK: I hate to agree with you Rick, but I have to on this occasion. This could very
well have been the defining moment of Juan Vasquez's career. He proved that he *can*
beat the superstars of the sport.

[Jacobs has now climbed to his feet and is slowly making his way up the aisle. The 
ring crew hastily cleans up the ring and ringside area.]

LVK: Both Juan Vasquez and Eddie Jacobs are going to be sporting a few bruises and 
bumps after that insane display.

RP [sarcastically]: You think?

LVK: Yes indeed, I do....


[The lights go out, and the crowd pops as the only
illumination comes from a couple small white lights in
various locations, the EXIT signs throughout the Baltimore
Arena, and the 'black' screen that faintly glows off the
videotron ... that is, until two 'feline' eyes appear,
narrow, intense and larger than life ...]

V: GROOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!

[Suddenly, the place comes ALIVE! White and blue strobe
lights kick in all over as "Black Cat" by Janet Jackson
erupts over the arena's newly-replaced PA. The crowd
EXPLODES in a HUGE babyface pop, made louder ...

Because their adopted son is home.]

Crowd: KAUFF - MAN! KAUFF - MAN! KAUFF - MAN!

RP: You can't hear yourself think in here!

[The crowd pops even louder when Kauffman himself -- decked
out in his typical jeans and a red Maryland Terrapins shirt
and baseball cap -- appears at the head of the aisle, arms
raised high, grinning from ear to ear in a rare display of
emotion for his 'hometown' fans.]

LVK: Dan Kauffman grew up just an hour down the road from
Baltimore, and he's been in this arena hundreds of times
before. This is a Homecoming of sorts.

RP: It's a Homecoming, all right. It's like Maryland's
Homecoming -- when they play Florida State. And in this
case, Luke Kinsey _is_ Florida State.

[Kauffman walks down the aisle exchanging plenty of fives
with the fans, before -- borrowing another in a long list
of old-school Kauffman moves -- he hops directly from the
floor to the apron of the ring, then over the ropes to a
standing position on the second turnbuckle, facing out,
where he raises his arms as fireworks go off and flashes
flash and the fans in Baltimore chear their throats out.]

LVK: What a stirring scene in Baltimore!

[Kauffman hops down and walks diagonally across the ring to
the other turnbuckle, repeating the drill. Then he walks to
the center of the ring as the music fades and the regular
house lights come back on. For several seconds, Kauffman
stands there, looking out at the sea of still-cheering
faces, the smile lingering. He points at a sign in the
third row that reads "Welcome home, Dan!" and nods at the
man behind it ...]

DK: For a guy who grew up 70 miles down the road, you guys
sure do treat me as your very own.

[POP! A faint Kauffman chant starts up again ...]

DK: It's good to be home, and it's good to be back in the
Baltimore Arena. I've won amateur titles here, won more
than a few pro matches here ... I even wrestled for Mark
Cutter here ...

[Bloodthirsty POP! at the mention of Cutter!]

DK: Though no one, including myself, wants to remember
that.

[POP! as Kauffman grins.]

DK: But anyway, here we are again. And isn't it something
else? Maryland actually _has_ a football team this year.
Cal Ripken stepped away graciously from baseball last
weekend. And the Redskins ...

Well, ALMOST everything is well.

[POP!]

DK: Which brings me to Luke Kinsey.

[BIG heel pop! Kinsey has his fans, but in Maryland,
Kauffman is the king.]

DK: Luke, I gotta tell you, when your best friend sees
through your shit and dumps you on the curb, it's time to
start wondering if you made a bad career decision.

The answer, of course, is yes.

Just to recap ... Devon Case makes a challenge to everyone
in this business, a challenge I was more than happy to
shove right down his cruiserweight throat ...

[Mixed pop, even in Baltimore. That doesn't happen often
...]

DK: I know you like him, folks, but Case is a little too
arrogant for my liking.

But Case and I will have our day. What _matters_ ... is
that here comes RCW's assumed pride and joy in you, Luke.
You carry the RCW banner out, you get that fool Fletch to
believe your rhetoric, and all of a sudden, what should
have been Case and I becomes me ... and you.

What we _didn't_ know, is that Luke Kinsey didn't give an
ouce of s[BLEEP] about the RCW, and that all he gives a
s[BLEEP] about is his own success.

That's nice, Luke. But a little message ... nobody else
gives a s[BLEEP] about you not giving a s[BLEEP] about this
company, and nobody gives a s[BLEEP] about you or your
f[BLEEP]ed-up career!

[HUGE POP! Kauff - man! Kauff - man! Kauff - man! Kauffman
actually pauses to think ...]

DK: Damn ... four swears in one sentence. I guess I'm
learning something from the new-school guys!

[Humorous pop.]

DK: Well, Luke? Tonight is your lucky night ... because
this is Baltimore, this is a Supercard, and the the man
standing in this ring ... the best technical wrestler in
the world today [POP!] ... is your opponent. 

This is the night someone gives a damn about you.

[POP!]

LVK: Strong words from Kauffman!

RP: What's he doing now?

[Kauffman has exited the ring, mic in tow ...]

DK: Oh, Luke? Did I mention this is a Supercard? I did?
Well, I don't know what you know about me, but I do supercards a
little differently. You see, as much as I used to hate to
admit this to myself, I _know_ the fans here and at home
didn't pay thirty bucks to see technical wrestling ...

[And that's when Kauffman lifts the apron cover up ...]

DK: So ...

[And a second later, Kauffman hauls a table out from
underneath the ring and slides it inside as a MASSIVE
hardcore pop starts to rattle the building!]

DK: I decided to go with the flow.

LVK: Kauffman?! What the hell is THIS?!

RP: It's the man upping the ante. It's the legend telling
Luke Kinsey he's in for the war of his life!

LVK: He's not a hardcore wrestler!

RP: How many matches have you seen him wrestle?

[Kauffman walks around to another side of the ring, lifting
that apron cover up ...]

DK: You see, Luke, it's all about pleasing those who pay
the bills, and for me, these fans pay my bills. [POP!] And
what better way to please the fans in my home state [HUGE
POP!] ...

[And this time, Kauffman pulls two chairs and slings them
over the ropes. They clang off each other and off the table
as the pop grows louder!]

DK: Than to give them what they love.

[Kauffman walks to a third side of the ring, repeating the
process one more time ...]

DK: Oh sure, I don't need to do this. I'm an old man,
right? Past my prime. Living off the hype of days gone by.
All I should have to do is show up, do some submissions, do
some suplexes, and everybody goes home happy, right?

LVK: Good GOD! Look what he's pulling out!

RP: ANOTHER ONE!! 

[And this time, Kauffman pulls out a steel folding ladder.
The pop is ENORMOUS as Kauffman slides that into the ring!]

RP: ANOTHER DAMN LADDER?! I think I'm gonna faint!

DK: But what fun would that be?

You see, Luke, I hate perceptions. Especially the ones
about me. The ones that I'm old -- Barry Bonds is three
years older than me, Ricky Henderson eight -- that I'm
past my prime -- So what the hell happened to Caliban?
(POP!) ...

But most of all, I hate my wrestling perception.

At last check, I've been in three Cell matches, six ladder
matches, countless table matches and God knows how many
No-DQ matches. I've been thrown through windows, dropped on
concrete from 20 feet, had glass shards jabbed into my
flesh, leapt off scaffolds onto opponents, pulled strands
of barbed wire out of my balls ...

[LOUD GROAN POP!]

DK: ... Yeah, that one sucked.

[POP! As Kauffman reaches under the fourth and final side
of the ring ...]

DK: But the point is ...

[Kauffman then holds up a pair of long, stainless steel
asps -- long telescoping wands, looking at them.]

DK: Damn, that's gonna hurt.

[POP!]

DK: But it's gonna hurt you too, Luke.

The point is, this is a Supercard. This is the place where
you prove yourself. This is the place where you rise up and
show the world you belong, just like you've always wanted
...

Or where people like me put you in your place.

[HUGE POP! as Kauffman slides back into the ring, standing
amongst the chairs, table and ladder.]

DK: So you want to take your career to the next level, do
you, Luke? You want all the fame, all the prestige, all the
glamour for yourself? You want to be wrestling's next big
star?

Tonight, you get your chance, Luke.

But there's gonna be _hell_ to pay.

[And the lights dim again as "Black Cat" plays and Kauffman
raises his arms to the appreciative hometown fans.]

LVK: What a message sent by Kauffman! It's not going to be a
wrestling clinic, it's gonna be a full-scale war!

RP: But it will be Kauffman's body that's broken tonight!

[The camera cuts back to Larry and Rick.]

LVK: Fans, we've got an extremely intense situation on our hands, now, as former
National Champion 'Mr. Excitement' Alex Extreme does battle with Mark Langseth
in a match some three months in the making. These two _hate_ each other, Rick.

RP: Oh for sure, definitely. Let us not forget that Langseth, being the genius
that he is, drove Extreme over the edge last Impact. 'Course, there is a school
of thought that Extreme never really had a mind to lose, but y'know.. *snicker*

LVK: All joking aside, Rick.. this could get wild. Let's go to David Stokes.


DS: THE FOLLOWING GRUDGE MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!! INTRODUCING FIRST...


[Stabbing Westward's "Save Yourself" starts up as the crowd begins to jeer quite
loudly for the man walking out of the entrance - Mark Langseth. He stands at the
top of the aisle, looking around at the people in disgust.]
 

DS: FROM PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA, WEIGHING IN AT 231 POUNDS, HE IS...

MARK!! 

LAAAAAAAAAAANGSEEEEEEETH!!


[Wearing a pair of baggy jeans, a "Mark Langseth - Langend" T-shirt, and a pair
of black boots, he walks his way down to the ring, giving some lip to the fans
nearby towards the ring. Once in, he just goes straight to his corner,
unimpressed by the whole show, waiting on for Alex Extreme's entrance.]

RP: You know who you're looking at, Larry?

LVK: Yes. But I might as well let you tell me anyway...

RP: You're looking at a former two-time EMWC North American Champion, former
two-time EMWC World Champion. He eats zeroes like Alex Extreme for breakfast...

LVK: Well, despite his credentials, I've got a feeling that Extreme's gonna give
him more than a run for his money here, such is the hatred between the two...

RP: Pssh. Doubtful.

[Suddenly, the lights go out! Strobe lights randomly flash through the darkness and surging 
hazy purple smoke as Eminem 's "The Way I Am" continues to blast through the speakers at full
tilt...]


      FFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

[A white light blinds the the crowd as the arena then goes pitch black.]

     (KAABOOM!!!)
     (KAABOOM!!!)
     (KAABOOM!!!)
     (KAABOOM!!!)

[Through the smoky purple haze and pyro walks Mr. Excitement Alex Extreme . The spotlights 
converge on the Mr. Excitement as they alternate from white, blue, pink, and purple.  Extreme, 
wearing a black and neon blue leather jacket, a black t-shirt with a big huge clumsly splashed 
big X in neon purple on it, Ray Ban wafer shades and a pair of neon blue and black swirled 
spandex pants, glistens in the arena lights as he throws a few lefts and rights into the air 
and takes a few steps down the ramp.]

DS:  Hailing from Chicago, Illinois, standing 6 feet 3 inches tall and
weighing 240 pounds.... 


"MR. EXCITEMENT" 


ALEEEEXXX EXXXTTRREEEEMMMEEE!!!!!


LVK: Fans, Extreme now has a microphone, and it looks like he's got something to say!

[Extreme remains on the entranceway ramp as he pulls the microphone up to his mouth.]

AE: Langseth, you came here from LA to destroy a hometown Chicago guy whose career began in 
eastern cities like right here in Baltimore.

[The crowd gives huge cheap pops as Extreme smirks.]

AE: For five years, I gave people up and down the east coast the ultimate in thrills and 
excitement while you were out in LA ruling the roost. Well Marky, you should remember what 
happened the last time you fought someone from the east coast. You learned that you weren't a
badass. 

Now on the contrary, I've never had a problem being a badass. I've always been hot stuff and 
known when to checkmate a black knight. In an ultimate match to the death, only Mr. Excitement
wins. Even you know that Marky. 

[Extreme stops, smiles and then gets serious again.]

AE: This ain't no trip to Disneyland, you're in my world now Marky. For too long people who 
live in my world have taken it for granted. Tonight that ends. The world has forgotten just how
extreme and exciting I can be. Langseth, you'll be the first but certainly not the last. 
Consider that _MY_ legacy. 

[Extreme starts to walk down the ramp, but stops and lifts the microphone again.]

AE: One more thing Mark, in my world, we play by my rules and tonight my rules include that 
little baby up there....

[He points somewhere above the ring.]

AE: Go on Marky, take a look!

[Extreme smiles, and Langseth looks around in a bit of confusion. The fans already see what's
happening, and a HUGE HARDCORE POP goes up!]

LVK: A cage! A cage is lowering!!

RP: Oh. Boy.

[Langseth looks a little scared, to say the least, the crowd roaring wildly.
Extreme throws down the mic with a thud and begins to make his way down the
aisle. Langseth, though, decides he needs some time to collect himself, and
bails out of the ring under the bottom rope just as the cage comes down.]

LVK: And Langseth out of the ring, now! Langseth out here in front of us!

RP: Oh... smart move, Mark, yeah. Throw him off the scent.


 _   _  _      
| \ | || | Cage match   
|  \| || |     
| . ` || |  "Mr Excitement" Alex Extreme vs Mark Langseth
| |\  || |____  
|_| \_||______|
Written by Ian F


[With the two men on opposite sides of the ring, Extreme starts one way, and his
opponent moves the other way accordingly. Extreme goes the other way, and
Langseth pulls another about face. Mr. Excitement couldn't be more exasperated.]

LVK: Extreme can't get to him!

RP: Have you ever seen such a masterful display of psychology, Larry?

LVK: Rick, please. This is sheer cowardice and you know it.

RP: Shows how much you know. And you call yourself an announcer...

[Knowing he's completely untouchable at this point, Langseth even goes so far as
to turn to the crowd to milk the applause. This is all the encouragement Extreme
needs, sprinting off around the ring, to a pop. Langseth catches sight of him
and sets off - but Extreme's the quicker of the two, and gaining fast.]

LVK: Extreme's after him!! Langseth getting the hell outta dodge!!

RP: Oh boy.

[Langseth makes it round three of the four corners of the cage before one of
Extreme finally manages to flail and arm out and grab a handful of dirty blond
hair. Langseth nearly ends up on his ass, but Extreme spins him around...]

LVK: RIGHT HANDS!! RIGHT HANDS!!

RP: Meep.

LVK: EXTREME ROCKING MARK LANGSETH WITH THOSE PUNCHES!!

[With Langseth reeling, Extreme grabs him by the hair and the pants, and...]


*CRASH!*


[... hurls him into the side of the cage! POP!]

LVK: AND LANGSETH GOES FACE-FIRST INTO THE STEEL!

[Langseth wobbles back into the guardrail, a hand pressed to his forehead.
Extreme turns to the crowd and pumps his fists, drawing a big-time pop. As
Langseth nearly falls on his face, Mr. Excitement clubs him with a forearm,
snatches him by the wrist, and...]

LVK: OOOOOOHH!! BIG-TIME WHIP INTO THE TIMEKEEPER'S TABLE!!

RP: Extreme asked for this to be a _cage_ match! What the hell's he doing?!

LVK: He wants to get his hands on Mark Langseth, Rick - inside the cage, or out!

[Needless to say, the timekeeper and ring announcer David Stokes disappear as
quickly as they can. Extreme looks as intense as they come as he stalks over to
Langseth, who's slumped stomach-first over the table...]


*DING!*


[HEEL POP!!]

RP: HA!

LVK: OOOHH!! LANGSETH JUST NAILED ALEX EXTREME WITH THE RING BELL!!

RP: Chew on 'dat, Alex!! Muhahaha!

[Feeling just a little woozy at this juncture, Langseth staggers around with the
momentum of his swing, nearly ending up in the front row. He recollects himself
just enough to stick his foot, hard, into Alex Extreme's ribs a couple times.]

LVK: Extreme is down! What a brawl we have on our hands!

RP: Brawl? How the hell can you have a brawl when one guy is out _cold_, Larry?

LVK: I wouldn't count Extreme out just yet, Rick!

[Langseth reaches down, grabs a handful of Mr. Excitement's long, black hair,
and drags him back to his feet. Taking a hold of those neon-splashed tights,
Langseth backs up, swings Extreme around, and hurls him with all his force...]



*CRAAAAASSH!!*



[... up - and, subsequently, over - the guardrail, into the crowd! HEEL POP!!]

LVK: EXTREME INTO THE CROWD, NOW!!

[Extreme rolls over on to his stomach and pushes himself up to all-fours as
Langseth makes his way over the rail, stopping to exchange buddy-buddy views on
the match so far with a guy in the crowd - maybe twenty years old - with a beer
in hand. Fan dude is _not_ impressed. Langseth shrugs, and goes to grab Extreme
- only to find that he's recovered enough tto fire a fist into his mid-section!]

LVK: Oh! Extreme fighting back, now, it looks like!

RP: Bah! Resistance is futile, Extreme! Mark's got you right where he wants you!

[Eh... not quite, 'Precious'. Three more shots to the mid-section from Mr.
Excitement double Langseth over, and without even getting up off his knees, he
grabs him by the pants and rolls backwards, flinging Langseth a good six feet..]



*CRAAASH!!*



[... and into a row of steel chairs!]

LVK: MAN!!

[Langseth's momentum carries him pretty much _through_ the row as the force tips
three or four of the chairs over backwards. The fans vacate the area pretty damn
quickly - but one - another beer-swilling college student type - gets flipped
over with Langseth. He laughs it off, but Langseth isn't laughing. Noooo sir.]

LVK: Langseth just collided with a row of seats, out in the crowd!

RP: Extreme's an idiot! He could get us all sued pulling crazy stunts like that!

[Mr. Excitement stumbles over to Langseth, kicks him in the head to send him
rolling off out of the shot. Grabbing one of the steel chairs, Extreme folds it
out flat and lays it on the concrete. Langseth's back to his feet, in the
meantime, has made it back to his feet, and he stumbles back into our picture.
He swings with a haymaker, which Extreme ducks. He grabs Langseth, and lifts...]



*THUD!*



[SCREAMY GIRL POP!!]

LVK: EXTREEEEEEME-!!

RP: ARGH!!

LVK: EXTREME JUST DROPPED LANGSETH HEAD-FIRST ON TO A CHAIR WITH A BACK SUPLEX!

RP: He missed the chair! He didn't get the chair!

LVK: Even if he _did_ miss, Rick - he woulda got concrete! Langseth may be out!

[Showing us that he hasn't lost consciousness, Langseth instantly reaches up to
cradle the back of his head, rolling on to his side... and then his stomach.
Extreme sits up and rubs the back of his own neck, before grabbing the steel
chair (which Langseth _missed_, by the way), and gets back to his feet...]

LVK: Extreme with that chair, now!

RP: Somebody stop that lunatic!! Security!!

[Extreme holds the chair up in his hand, to a pop from the more 'hardcore'
contingent of tonight's audience. Laying it down across the back of Langseth's
head, he stomps him in the ribs for good measure, turns and staggers up a nearby
stairwell, pulling himself up to the next seating level. He sidesteps cautiously
along the edge, gripping closely the metal guardrail erected behind him...]

RP: What the hell's he doing now?!?!!! What the hell is he doing, Larry?!?!!!

LVK: Mark Langseth's laid out some six feet below him!

RP: Stop him! SOMEBODY~!!!

LVK: Oh my Go-- don't do it, Alex! DOOON'T--!!

[... but it's too late. Extreme leaps through popping flashbulbs...]




*THUD!*




[ENORMOUS POP!!]


LVK: OH MY GOD!

RP: Why doesn't somebody stop that friggin' idiot, Larry?!?!!!

LVK: EXTREME NAILED THAT ELBOWDROP!!

RP: Can't we get security out here?!?!!! Extreme's gone off the deep end!!

LVK: MARK LANGSETH MAY HAVE SUFFERED A CONCUSSION, RIGHT THERE!!

[The chair goes flying, Extreme yelps and grabs at his elbow - and then his hip,
rolling on to his stomach and arching up off the concrete as he does. After the
initial impact, Langseth does nothing, simply lying there motionless. In the
background, we can _see_ the crowd going crazy. Extreme staggers back up.]

LVK: Alex Extreme may have cracked his own hip with that manoeuvre! My God!

RP: You're worried about _Extreme_?! Langseth's not even moving!!

LVK: I'm worried about both these competitors, Rick! They may _both_ be hurt!

[Looking like he might fall over, Extreme hobbles over to Langseth clutching his
hip. Scraping his opponent back to standing with some difficulty, he begins to
limp back over towards the guardrail, dragging a limp Langseth behind him.]

LVK: This is such an intense, dangerous situation... *breathless* .. man...

RP: Why's the damn referee just standing in the ring like an idiot?!

LVK: Because the match hasn't even started! Paul Berberich can do nothing!

[Picking up some speed, Extreme hip-locks Langseth...]



*THUD!*



[... and tosses him over the guardrail, back to the ringside mats!]

LVK: Oh! Mark Langseth hits hard!

RP: Langseth doesn't even know where he is, Larry! He needs medical assistance!

[Any fans of the former two-time EMWC World Champ (yes - they _do_ exist!) will
be pleased to note that he's showing signs of life - on his hands and knees,
crawling away from Extreme, inch by inch. Mr. Excitement, meanwhile, struggles
over the rail with that aching hip, but makes it over, advances on Langseth...]


*ding!*


[PROTEST POP!!]


*OOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!*


RP: Haha! Nutshot~!

LVK: Langseth out of nowhere - low blow!!!

[Extreme drops to a knee, holding his crotch. Langseth looks like he could fall
flat on his face at any time as he stumbles up to his feet, grabbing Extreme by
the back of the head, and throwing him face-first into a solid steel support!]

LVK: AND EXTREME INTO THE SIDE OF THE CAGE!!

RP: Whoa! I think he dented Extreme's face!

[Mr. Excitement falls flat on his back, and Langseth stumbles over to the
announce desk, propping himself up on it. He snatches a steel chair right out
from under David Stokes and, keeping it in hand, he begins to pull himself up
the side of the cage. Extreme begins to stir, rolling over on to his side...]

LVK: Langseth going up, now! Langseth's climbing that cage!

RP: Yes! That's right, Mark!

LVK: Is Langseth even _thinking_ straight?! He may very well be concussed...

[Grabbing the announce desk, Extreme pulls himself back up to his feet.
Langseth's climb is somewhat laboured, but with the chair dangling from his
fingers, he's a little over half-way up the cage when Extreme begins his ascent.
By the time Langseth has reached the 'camera deck' surrounding the top of the
cage, Mr. Excitement can't be more than two or three footholds behind him...]

LVK: They're both up there, now... this is dangerous, Rick, I don't like it...

RP: Wuss. You know Mark's gonna wipe the floor with Extreme, whatever happens!

LVK: They've reached the top! Langseth carrying that steel chair... my God...

[Straddling the camera deck, Langseth looks to slip over the other side, and
into the ring. Extreme, though, has a different idea - grabbing a handful of
Langseth's dirty blond hair, he punches him straight in the face. Hard.]

LVK: Right hand by Extreme! Another! Another!

[Rising to his feet gingerly, Extreme pulls Langseth up with him...]

LVK: Oh.. oh no! These two men.. they've gotta be almost twenty feet in the air!

RP: This looks bad, Larry. Has Extreme friggin' lost it?!

[Langseth looks like he could be out on his feet. Mr. Excitement glances down
and applies a front facelock, to which the crowd screams, almost in disbelief..]

LVK: No! No! NO!! DON'T DO THIS, ALEX!! MY GOD - DON'T DO IT!!

RP: HE'LL KILL HIM, LARRY!! SOMEBODY... SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!!

LVK: NO, ALEX!! NO!!

[The fans are on their feet, some readying their cameras. Extreme goes for the
lift, looking to suplex Langseth all the way out to the floor, but the attempt
is blocked. The survival instinct kicks in for the Pittsburgh native, as he
blocks a second attempt, drops to his knees, grabs the chair, and...]




*OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!*




RP: *sigh of relief* Thank God!

LVK: Low blow! Langseth just nailed Extreme between the legs with that chair!

[The crowd screams again as a bent-double Mr. Excitement turns to the ring and
teeters on the edge. Langseth gets back to his feet, reaches back, and...]









*CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK!!!*









['HOLY SHIT' POP!!!]









*THUUUUUDD!!*









[.. nails Extreme with the chair, sending him flipping off the top of the cage!]


LVK: MY GOD!! MY GOD!! ALEX EXTREME JUST FELL TEN FEET INTO THE RING!!


[Langseth sticks his hands in the air in triumph, and receives a massive heel
pop for his troubles. Spreadeagled, Extreme doesn't even move as he lies in the
middle of the ring, referee Paul Berberich attends to him almost frantically...]

LVK: AND LANGSETH'S CELEBRATING!! THIS IS DESPICABLE!!

RP: This is... wow! Unbelievable!

LVK: Extreme could've blown out his back, Rick! Maybe worse!

RP: Eh. Good riddance, I say.

[Lowering himself down on to the ropes, Langseth drops into the ring, throws
down the chair and collapses into a cover of Extreme. Berberich hesitates,
concerned for Extreme's safety, but Langseth pulls him down by the shirt..]

LVK: Langseth makes the cover!

RP: Whoo! So long, Mr. Excretia!



ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















THREE?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




[POP!!! POP!!! POP!!!]


LVK: NO! EXTREME GOTTA SHOULDER UP!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!

RP: Now you _know_ he shouldn'a done _that_, Larry.

LVK: Extreme won't let Langseth put him down!! I can't believe he survived that!

[Frustrated, Langseth glares some at Berberich, before getting to his feet and
bringing Extreme up with him, making sure to chew the ref out as he does so.
Once Extreme's even close to standing, he grabs the tights, and throws him...]




*CRAAAAASH!!*




[... into the steel again!! HEEL POP!!]

LVK: Extreme... FACE FIRST INTO THE CAGE!!

RP: Didn't I tell you, Larry? He shoulda stayed down when he had the chance.

[Hanging over the top rope with his cheek pressed against the steel, Extreme can
do nothing as Langseth grabs him by the hair and slams his face into it for a
second time... and a third, laying the smack-talk down on him all the while.]

LVK: Oh! Extreme's head being driven into that steel cage, again and again!

RP: Not such a tough guy now, is he, Larry?

[Eventually, Mr. Excitement slips over the top rope, and down on to the apron.
Langseth salutes the crowd for a resounding chorus of boos, before ducking
between the middle ropes, reaching down, and dragging Extreme back up. He drives
the point of his elbow into Extreme's forehead, before hooking the leg...]





*CRAAAAAAAAAASSH!!*





[HEEL POP!]



LVK: MAN!! LANGSETH WITH A SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP INTO THE CAGE!!

RP: Ingenius, Larry. In-friggin'-genius.

LVK: The back of Extreme's head just collided with that solid steel support!

[Extreme slithers back down on to the apron, dropping on to his ass and then
just falling over sideways. Langseth steps back through the ropes, stumbling
across the ring rubbing the back of his own head and picking up the chair from
earlier. He taps it against the canvas, waiting for Extreme to get back up...]

LVK: Langseth's got that chair in his hands again!

RP: We're gonna be lookin' for Alex Extreme's head in Row Z, I think, Larry...

[Extreme grabs the top rope. With everyone in the entire arena willing him not
to stand up, he does anyway... if a little slower than they might've expected.
Langseth's waiting too, and he reaches back and swings, almost in slow motion..]






*CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKK!!*






[HUUUUGE HEEL POP!!]


LVK: OOOOOOOOHHH GOD!! WHATTA CHAIRSHOT!!

RP: He asked for it, Larry. Remember that.

LVK: EXTREME'S HEAD JUST GOT SMACKED AGAINST THE STEEL CAGE WITH THAT CHAIR!!

[The fans are still booing like crazy as Langseth grabs Extreme by the ankle,
drags him out from under the bottom rope, on to his back, and makes a cover.]

LVK: EXTREME MAY BE OUT COLD!! LANGSETH WITH THE COVER!!






ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















THREE?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





[ENORMOUS POP!!]


LVK: SHOULDER UP!! SHOULDER UP AGAIN - UNBELIEVABLE!!

RP: Extreme's _asking_ for Langseth to put him on the shelf, Larry...

LVK: He's busted open! Alex Extreme has been busted open by that metal chair...

[The blood is flowing freely from Extreme's hairline, across his forehead as
Langseth grabs a handful of his hair, lifts his head up off the floor, and
sticks his fist right into the face. Dragging him up, Langseth pulls up the
chair and lays it flat on the canvas, before applying a vertical headscissor...]

LVK: Oh no, no, no...

RP: Yes! Yes! Do it!

LVK: Langseth - he wouldn't! He wouldn't piledriver Alex Extreme on the chair...

RP: Oh yes he would, Larry! He would, he will, and he's gonna!

[Locking his hands under under Extreme's stomach, Langseth goes for the lift...
but finds it blocked. A second attempt, and a second block, Extreme dropping to
one knee. Langseth pounds him in the back and tries for a third time...]





*CLANG!*





[POP!]


LVK: NO! NO! EXTREME WITH THE BACKDROP!!

RP: Crap!

LVK: I THINK THE BACK OF LANGSETH'S HEAD BOUNCED OFF THAT CHAIR!!

[Extreme staggers forward, grabbing the top rope and pressing a hand to his
forehead. It comes away bloody. Langseth grabs at the back of his skull, before
rolling over on to his front, pushing himself up to his feet. Extreme charges..]

LVK: EXTREME... BIG CLOTHESLINE!! LANGSETH TURNED INSIDE-OUT ON THAT ONE!!

RP: Oh mama.

LVK: ALEX EXTREME TAKING IT UP A NOTCH!! PUMMELING LANGSETH WITH RIGHT HANDS!!

[Straddling his chest, Mr. Excitement blasts away on Langseth's face with quick-
fire punches. Langseth tries to cover up, but there's nothing he can do to stop
the blows raining down. The crowd is fired up as Extreme storms up to his feet,
bringing his foe up with him with a handful of hair, charging the corner, and..]



*CRAAAASH!!*



[Hurling him into the corner of the cage! POP!!]

LVK: OOOH MAN!! LANGSETH TASTES THE STEEL AGAIN!!

RP: Dammit!

LVK: Langseth hung up on the top rope! Extreme's gone into overdrive!

[Grabbing Langseth by the leg, Extreme manages to turn him so he's sitting on
the top rope, lolling about after the beating he's absorbed. Extreme fires off a
loud chop, garnering a much, much louder "WHOO~!", before smashing Langseth in
the face again with a punch, and climbing up to the middle rope himself...]

LVK: Extreme going up!! This looks bad for Langseth!!

[Reaching the top and shaping for a super rana, Mr. Excitement reaches down to
wail away on Langseth's head some more. As he goes to bring Langseth to his
feet, though, he leaves himself wide open for the nutshot. As you might expect,
Marky boy doesn't pass up the opportunity, and racks him. HUGE HEEL POP!!]

LVK: OOOOOOOOOOHHH!!! LOW BLOW!! LANGSETH WITH YET ANOTHER LOW BLOW!!

RP: Theeeeeeeeere ya' go.

[Extreme finds himself crotched on the top rope as Langseth gets to his feet,
turns around, reaches up to grab the cage and begins to climb out over the top.]

LVK: And Langseth trying to escape, now! Langseth is fleeing!

RP: And why not? Extreme's practically beaten anyway, look at hi--

LVK: [interrupting] WAIT! WAIT!

[Picking himself up, Extreme turns, sticks his head between Langseth's legs...]














*THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!!!*














[... and sails off the top rope with a sit-out powerbomb~! ROOF-RAISING POP!!!]




LVK: OOOOOOH MY GOD!! SUPERBOMB!! SUPERBOMB ON LANGSETH!!

RP: I DON'T FRIGGIN' BELIEVE IT!!

LVK: HE'S GOT HIM!! HE'S GOT HIM!!




ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















THREE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




[DISAPPOINTMENT POP!!]


LVK: NO!! NO!! LANGSETH KICKS OUT - MY GOD!!

RP: Whew! That was one close friggin' call...

LVK: Langseth musta come about a quarter of an inch away from losing this!!!

[Extreme puts his hands to his head and falls backwards, the blood flowing
freely from his head. Langseth rolls on to his side, and begins to pull himself
away from Extreme on his belly, barely even moving at all. Meantime, Extreme is
pulling himself up to his feet, still favouring his hip from earlier...]

LVK: What a war we are witnessing here, at No Limits - LIVE on pay-per-view...

[As Extreme struggles through the pain on one side of the ring, wiping the blood
out of his eyes, Langseth grabs the middle rope on the opposite side and begins
the slow process of getting back to his feet, hauling himself upright...]

RP: Man oh man... these two are both busted up bad, Larry...

LVK: Indeed. Langseth could be concussed, Extreme struggling, bleeding...

[Within a few seconds, both men are standing and turn to face each other.
Extreme makes the first move, dashing across the ring, and swinging with a
lariat. Langseth, though, manages to stumble underneath the attempt, wheeling
round and catching Extreme as he hits the ropes with a kick to the gut...]



*THUD!*



[... and nailing a DDT out of nowhere! SHOCKED POP!!]


LVK: DDT!! DDT!! LANGSETH SPIKED HIM!!

RP: I think his head disappeared into the canvas!!

LVK: LANGSETH WITH THE COVER!!! THIS COULD BE IT!!!






ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





















TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





















THREE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






[MASSIVE, REVIVING POP!!!]



LVK: NO!! NO!! EXTREME GOT OUT OF IT AGAIN!! UNBELIEVABLE!!

RP: I don't know how he's doing this, Van Keel, but it's starting to annoy me...

LVK: What resiliency we are seeing from Alex Extreme here tonight!! Amazing!!

[Langseth can't believe it, rolling over on to his back and putting his hands to
his head. Getting up to his knees, he snaps at referee Paul Berberich as he
crawls away from the stirring body of Alex Extreme. Langseth lays his hands on
that now-notorious steel chair, using it as a crutch to get back to his feet...]

LVK: Langseth's got that chair in his hands again!

RP: Yes! Finish him, Mark! Wipe him out!

LVK: My God - how many chair-shots will Extreme have to endure tonight?!

[With some effort, Mr. Excitement rolls over on to his side, and then to his
hands and knees. Langseth leans on the chair, stalking him from behind, as
Extreme pushes himself up to his feet, and stumbling around. It's agonizing,
waiting for the two to face each other, as Langseth swings it yet again...]






LVK: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH--!!






[... and misses! POP!!]


LVK: NO WAIT!! EXTREME DUCKED IT!!

RP: WHAT THE-?!!

[In the blink of an eye, Extreme snatches him in an inverted facelock.]


LVK: WAITAMINUTE!! EXTREME'S GOT HIM!!


[The chair clatters to the canvas.]







*THUD!*







[ARENA-SHAKING POP~!!!]



LVK: DEATH DROP!! DEATH DROP!!

RP: [BLEEP!]

LVK: EXTREME GOT IT!! THE EXCITING DEATH DROP, OUTTA NOWHERE!!

[Extreme stays down, unable to muster the strength to make a cover.]

RP: He can't do it, Larry! He can't pin him! Yes!

LVK: Extreme's bloody, he's down!! Can he capitalise?! Can he make the cover?!

[Slowly, he reaches out, drapes an arm across Langseth's chest...]

LVK: YES! YES! COVER - THIS HAS GOTTA BE IT!!







ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





























TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





























THREE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







[PREMATURE POP!!]



LVK: YES!! YES!! EXTREME PINS LANGSETH!! HE DID IT--!!

RP: NO HE DIDN'T!! LANGSETH GOT THE SHOULDER UP!! HE KICKED OUT!!

LVK: MY GOD - YOU'RE RIGHT!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!

[The crowd has descended into a stunned silence. On his knees, Extreme looks
like he's in a state of shock. Berberich holds the two fingers (as if he needed
reminding), and Mr. Excitement slowly gets to his feet. Langseth stays down.]

LVK: Extreme can't believe it! This crowd... can't believe it! I can't!

RP: Jeez.. get over it, Larry. As if this punk Extreme could beat Mark Langseth.

[Resting on his knees for a moment, pondering his next move, Extreme rises back
up and turns to the crowd, rolling his hands over for a smaller-than-usual pop.
The fans must still be a little thrown off by Langseth kicking out of the EDD..]

LVK: He's signalling for The Extreme! Mr. Excitement's gonna go upstairs!

RP: Oh... big deal.

[Heading to the corner, Extreme grabs the ropes and begins to pull himself up.
Once he reaches the top rope, he glances back.. and sees Langseth still down,
not moving. He looks up at the top of the cage.. and carries on climbing. POP!!]

LVK: WAIT!! EXTREME GOING TO THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!

RP: What the-?!?!!

LVK: ALEX EXTREME'S GONNA MOONSAULT OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE!! GOOD LORD!!

[Suddenly, though, Langseth rolls up to his feet and starts to climb after him.]

RP: WHOO!

LVK: Langseth going up after him! Langseth can't be as badly hurt as we thought!

RP: Brilliant! What a master tactician! Extreme's gonna get his now, Larry...

[Langseth reaches the top rope as Extreme grabs the camera deck, reaching out
for an ankle but getting nothing but air. Within seconds, Langseth's almost at
the top as well, with Extreme straddling the top and getting to his feet
gingerly. He turns and begins to hammer away on the back of Langseth's head...]

LVK: They're at the top again!! Extreme wailing away on Langseth!

RP: Hang on in there, Mark! This looks bad, Van Keel!!

LVK: That's a ten foot drop if Langseth falls! Good God this is dangerous!!

[Grabbing a handful of Langseth's hair, Extreme drags him up on top of the cage.
Twisting him over, he clubs the Pittsburgh native across the sternum, and
synches on the inverted facelock. The crowd goes nuts, cheering and screaming..]

LVK: OHMYGOD - HE WOULDN'T!! HE WOULDN'T DO THE DEATH DROP FROM UP THERE!!

RP: DON'T!! HE'S TRYING TO KILL HIM!!

[Just as Extreme moves towards the edge, Langseth twists back over in his grip,
before driving himself, with all his force into his opponent, shoving him...]

LVK: OH MY GOD!! NO!! NO!!

RP: HOLY CHRIST!!

LVK: EXTREME TEETERING ON THE EDGE OF A TWENTY FOOT DROP!! MY GOD!!

[Extreme comes within about a half an inch of toppling over backwards off the
top of the cage to the floor, before hurling his weight forward back at
Langseth, shoving him back into the ring. Langseth teeters, this time...]

LVK: GOOD LORD - NOW LANGSETH'S ON THE BRINK!!

[As Langseth leans right over the edge, arms swinging wildly, Extreme comes up
from behind with another shove attempt. Langseth, though, has other ideas...]

LVK: LOW BLOW!! LOW BLOW-- MY GOOOOOOOD!!

RP: [BLEEEP!]

[The impact of the kick inches Langseth forward, flailing over the edge. Just as
he slips, though, he reaches behind him and grabs the hunched-over Extreme's
arm. The two men plummet from the top of the cage, taking forever to do so...]














*THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!!!!!!!!!*














[THUNDEROUS 'HOLY SHIT' POP!!!]









LVK: OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! BOTH MEN FELL FROM FIFTEEN FEET IN THE AIR!!

RP: ~!

LVK: UNBELIEVABLE!! LANGSETH FELL AND TOOK EXTREME WITH HIM!!

RP: ~!!!

LVK: BOTH OF THESE MEN ARE DOWN, AND NEITHER OF THEM ARE MOVING!! GOOD LORD!!

[The crowd continues to roar insanely, as Berberich begins a count.]


*ONE!*


RP: Extreme landed right on his face, Larry! Right on his face!

LVK: It looked as if Langseth was going to fall... he reached out and grabbed
the first thing he could. That first thing just happened to be Alex Extreme...


*TWO!*


RP: And he _nailed_ him! It almost looked like--

LVK: I was thinking that! - it was almost a, a...


*THREE!*


LVK: ... a tomikaze--

RP: Mark of the Mark!

LVK: Indeed! Off the top of the cage - that had to be _devastating_ impact!


*FOUR!*


LVK: But both men are down, now... they could both be counted out, here...


*FIVE!*


[Finally... they begin to stir. It's Langseth first, with Extreme having taken
the brunt of the fall, raising an arm off the canvas, rolling on to his side...]


*SIX!*


LVK: Langseth showing signs of life!

RP: Yes! Yes, yes, yes!


*SEVEN!*


[Up to all fours, Langseth staggers to his feet, stumbling back into the ropes.
Extreme rolls on to his side, grabbing the middle rope and beginning to pull
himself back to his feet. The crowd carries on cheering...]


*EIGHT!*


LVK: Both men back up! They're both out of it - but they're back to their feet!

RP: They just wanna keep fighting, Larry! They wanna murder one another before
tonight is over and done with!!

[Hooking his arm over the top rope, a weak-legged Extreme makes it back to
verticality... but only just. Langseth is more than a little woozy himself, and
as the two men come to face one another, he staggers forward groggily...]








*CRACK!!*








[ARENA-SHAKING HEEL POP!!]


LVK: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!

RP: NO SWEAT!! NO SWEAT!!

LVK: LANGSETH HIT HIS TRADEMARK NECKBREAKER RIGHT ON THE CHAIR!!

RP: _NAILED_ IT!!

LVK: COVER!! COUNT!! CAN HE GET HIM THIS TIME?!?!?!!!






ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







































THREEEEEEEEEEE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!































THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






[HUGE HEEEEEEEEEEL POP!!]




LVK: HE DID IT! HE DID IT!! LANGSETH PINS EXTREME!!

RP: YEEEEE-HA!!


*DING! DING! DING!*


DS: HERE IS YOUR WINNER...


MAAAAAAAARK!!! 


LAAAAAAAAAAAANGSEEEEEEEEETH!!! 


[HEEL POP!!]

['Save Yourself' by Stabbing Westward begins to play as Langseth rolls off the body 
of Extreme, Berberich holding his hand in the air. He looks totally out of it as he 
slides towards the cage door on his side, holding the back of his head with one hand. 
Extreme rolls over on to his stomach, reeking of despair...]

RP: And _that_, Mr. Larry Van Keel, is why Mark Langseth is exactly who he says he is 
- the number-one man in our business... perriod. Let's see if Extreme still has the gaul
to call himself 'Mr. RCW' after this _resounding_ defeat, huh?

LVK: Alex Extreme has nothing to be ashamed of, Larry. Langseth got the win by cheating 
well, and cheating often, simple as that. We've called him the 'sneakiest wrestler alive'
and he's more than lived up to the moniker tonight...

[Slipping under the bottom rope and out of the freshly-unlocked cage door, Langseth finds
his legs nearly giving way underneath him when he tries to stand. Suddenly at his side 
appears a beaming Tommy Stephens. Stephens helps Langseth as he staggers up the aisle, eyes
locked on the cage and Extreme, but Stephens' help is not quite adequate, and Langseth 
actually does fall down. Extreme sits up in the ring, and glares at his victorious foe.]

LVK: This is a defining moment for Mark Langseth here in RCW, but remember, it's his last!
He said that after beating Alex Extreme he would be leaving RCW and going back to 
California. 

RP: Yup, and he did it! 

[Langseth and Stephens continue to back up the ramp, Langseth's eyes still locked with 
Extreme's, and Stephens smiling and yelling jeers back at the former National champ. What
neither of them see is a figure step out of the portal behind him and stop.]

RP: Who...

[The six-foot-two 240-odd pound figure's piercing blue eyes glow from below messy blonde 
hair and from above a half-snarl, half-smile.]

LVK: IS THAT... 

IT IS! IT IS! THAT'S ADAM ROGERS! THAT'S ADAM ROGERS!

RP: OH SHIT!! Is that who Fletcher was talking about earlier?

[The crowd, as the realization sets in that this is indeed Adam
Rogers, pops _huge_ for "The Natural". Langseth, of course, thinks
the response is for him, so he smiles and nods, holding his hands in
the air... until he bumps into someone he doesn't expect to see.]

LVK: ROGERS IS IN RCW! ADAM ROGERS IS HERE, AND HE'S GOT HIS SIGHTS
SET ON MARK LANGSETH!

RP: MARK! MARK!!! TURN AROUND!

[Langseth stops, confusion setting in on his face. He slowly spins
around... coming face to face, eye to eye with the man he feuded with
in Los Angeles almost one year ago.

And Mark's not happy to see him.

Adam smirks at his former enemy, as Langseth holds his hands up and
backs away, begging off in typical heel style. Rogers nods and
motions for Langseth to bring it on, while the crowd? That there
crowd is poppin' huge.]

LVK: IT'S ALL ABOUT TO EXPLODE RIGHT HERE TONIGHT! NO ONE, AND I MEAN
NO ONE COULD HAVE EXPECTED TO SEE ADAM ROGERS IN AN RCW ARENA!

RP: AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED, HE CAN JUST STAY IN L.A.!

[Tommy Stephens, who had just stood motionless up to this point, is
called over by his mentor. After conversing for a moment, Langseth
then proceeds to point at Rogers, telling Stephens to go take him out.
Stephens hesitates, but finally does as his mentor says, charging
toward "The Natural".]

LVK: STEPHENS ATTACKING FOR LANGSETH! RIGHT HAND, BLOCKED BY THE
NATURAL! ROGERS FIRES BACK!

RP: DO SOMETHING, TOMMY! MARK... SOMEBODY!!!

[With each right handed punch delivered by Rogers, the crowd sounds
off loudly... once, twice, three times... a lady. No, sorry about
that. Where's my mind gone?]

LVK: DOWN GOES STEPHENS! A TRIO OF HARD RIGHT HANDS FROM ADAM ROGERS
SENDS HIM DOWN! TOMMY'S GETTING BACK UP... BIG ROUNDHOUSE RIGHT,
DUCKED! ROGERS DUCKED IT!

[And in the process, Stephens swung so hard he does a 180, putting his
back to Rogers... and of course, Adam takes advantage of it by
grabbing Tommy in a rear waistlock... hoisting him into the air...









ENORMOUS POP!!!









And throwing him right into his mentor, Mark Langseth! Both men go tumbling down
the ramp, with the crowd still popping huge. Rogers smirks yet again, but instead of
following up on the attack, he pulls a microphone from his back pocket.]

AR: Hey Mark... remember me?

[POP! Langseth and Stephens climb back to their feet, then proceed to make threatening
gestures toward the man at the top of the ramp. Rogers responds by pointing to the back.]

AR: Here's an idea, Mark... why don't you and Tommy get your pathetic
asses out of here before I make what I did to you in L.A. look like a
freakin' UWF women's match?

[POP AGAIN! Langseth and Stephens exchange a look, until Mark decides
that discretion is the better part of valor, and persuades Tommy to
hit the road with him. Rogers nods, but the crowd? Well, they've got
something a little more harsh...

"MARK'S A PU[BLEEP!]" *clap clap clapclapclap*

"MARK'S A PU[BLEEP!]" *clap clap clapclapclap*

This, of course, prompts Langseth to cover his ears and yell at the
crowd. Stephens first motions for the crowd to shut up, then points
at Rogers on the stage and makes a "we'll get you back" gesture. Adam
rolls his eyes, then continues with his introductory promo.]

AR: Right. Look at me, I'm shaking up here.

So... this is River City Wrestling, huh?

["YOU DAMN RIGHT IT IS!" POP!]

AR: Well, I knew something was up with this place when I saw guys
like Chris, Devon... hell, even Kauffman's showed up here. I figured,
there must be something to this company...

So I decided to check it out for myself.

[POP!]

AR: First off... Mark Langseth.

[HEEL POP!]

AR: You said it yourself back in L.A... we're not done with each
other yet. Problem was, I couldn't _get_ to you over there... so I'll
be taking those matters into my _own_ hands here.

But Mark, what I'm looking for now... it's not the same thing I was
looking for back then. Back then, I was just another newcomer, trying
to climb the ladder, trying to make a name for himself. And yes, I
was able to do that. I won the big matches, I pinned your shoulders
to the mat, I got the winner's rub.

But it never failed... even if I beat you _in_ the ring, you always
seemed to beat me _out_ of it.

And that, my friend... is the score I'm here to settle.

[Adam nods.]

AR: _This_ time, it's different. This time, Mark, you don't have The
Foundation backing you up. There's no "Screamin' Demon" to bail you
out... there's no "Apostle", God rest his soul...

[Mike Justice appreciation pop!]

AR: No... all you've got now... is Tommy Stephens.

Excuse me if I'm not pissing in my pants.

It's a whole new ballgame this time, Marky... and _this_ time, _I'll_
be the one stepping up to the plate...

[Adam pauses, reaching into his other back pocket and pulling out a
steel pipe. The Floridian holds it at a couple of different angles
and looks at it, with a smile on his face.]

AR: And you'd better _damn_ well believe I'm swinging for the fences.

["WHOO, VIOLENCE!" POP!]

AR: Trust me, Mark... paybacks _will_ be a living hell.

And one more thing...

Axis. Case. Courtade, Kinsey, Kauffman, whoever.

[Rogers, who had been pacing around, stops dead in his tracks and
looks right into the lens of the nearby camera. The camera zooms in
on his face, intensity flowing from his eyes.]

AR: About the _other_ reason I'm here.

I want the RCW National Title. I _will_ get that belt, if it means I
have to take out each and every one of you.

That's not a threat... that's not a promise...

That's the way it's going to be.

["Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent cranks up, as Rogers turns the mic off
and puts it back in his pocket. The crowd pops big once more as Adam
turns and walks back through the entranceway portal.]

LVK: WOW! Adam Rogers is here in RCW, and he has served notice to Mark Langseth, as well as
a number of other wrestlers!

RP: It seems like every damn week someone's coming into RCW to try and make a name for 
themselves!

LVK: Uh, Rick...Adam Rogers already *has* quite a name for himself. He's here to settle a 
score with Mark Langseth. Or more correctly, to finish up some unfinished business. Well fans,
it's time for our next match. It's time for Luke Kinsey and Dan Kauffman to settle
their differences one-on-one. Kauffman came to RCW to get to Devon Case, but found that 
avenue cut off by Kinsey, who thinks that Kauffman should pay his dues first.

RP: Yup, and Luke's right. Just because Kauffman's some big name in other places doesn't
mean crap around here.

LVK: In their one other singles match, they fought to a double-countout. Tonight Kinsey 
and Kauffman want to settle it. I understand that we've got Luke Kinsey standing by 
backstage right now. Luke?

[Open to the run o'the mill RCW banner. Black, red lettering, yadda yadda. 
Standing in front of it, with a belt on his shoulder and a GRIN~! on his 
face, clad in a black button down shirt and black leather pants (hey, it's a 
supercard, gotta break out the nice stuff) is _YOUR_ RCW Lightheavyweight 
Champion, one hell of a fancy dresser, New York's biggest lady killer since 
O.J. Simpson and a gawd damn handsome man, the undisputed King of Beers, the 
way, the truth _and_ the light...Luke Kinsey, who is smirking because he 
wrote all of that. He raises a microphone and as the crowd roars, about 
evenly split, he speaks.]

LK: Yeah Lar, I'm here. And I do have something on my mind.

[...]

LK: Dan Kauffman. You sir, have a problem. No, scratch that...since you 
came into my house, you've had a problem. But now Old Man River, you have a 
big problem. Me _wrestling_ you? That's a good match. That's a tough 
call, a pick'em. But me beating you viciously with tables and ladders and 
chairs...well gramps, that's not a close call. You're not in my ballpark 
when it comes to that s[bleep], hell you're not even in the goddamned 
neighborhood.

[Do we hear...heel heat?]

LK: Go ahead, drop your names...like it matters. Talk about Caliban, and 
diving off scaffolds and while you're at it _please_ talk about the IIWF 
just once more. I don't think I heard enough about your epic battles with 
Quitley in my lifetime. And yeah, Cutter would roll over in his grave if he 
knew you were talking about him in RCW. Wait...

[...]

LK: ...he's not dead.

Well he should be.

[Indeed.]

LK: But back on topic Dan. This must be weird for you, huh? Usually, 
you're the one who has bad luck. It's always your dog that gets stolen, or 
your pool that gets pissed in, or your best friend who turns on you. But 
now I'm in that position, eh? Vasquez got jealous, so he turned on me.

[Luke shrugs.]

LK: Eh, f[bleep] 'em. I know I can't wait to see his epic blood feud with 
Rosco Riggins, and that right there is punishment enough.

[FACE POP! Yes, this gets more bizarre by the minute.]

LK: And while he does that, I'll be doing something that should have been 
done a long time ago. Put Dan Kauffman out to pasture. You wanna come out 
and tell _me_ what I am, like you know s[bleep] from shinola. I toldja once 
Dan...you don't know a goddamn thing about me.

But I'll teach ya.

[Luke smirks into the camera again.]

LK: And if you want me to use tables and ladders and chairs...

[Oh my.]

LK: ...as visual aids, that's your decision old man. But remember...I'm 24 
years old. I have alot of time to do insane stunts like this. Lots of life 
to live, lots of blood to give, Dan Kauffman...I will survive.

[Oh dear God.]

LK: But you, you...you're 34 years old. Every time you step into situation 
like this, you put yourself in danger. You don't have the time I do, you 
don't have the life or the blood, you ain't got anything. Except...

..except your spirit. Except your pride and undeniable will to win.

[Luke checks an imaginary watch, then looks into the camera.]

LK: I'm gonna break all of that s[bleep]. And I'm gonna do it in style. 
And in doing it, I'm gonna write my name in the annals of this great sport, 
as the man who took out Kauffman once and for all.

Ain't that a bitch?

[Luke flashes a quick smile and walks away, towards the entranceway no doubt, as the
camera cuts back to the ring, where David Stokes is standing.]


[Then suddenly it goes dark and...]

V: "The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes, lookin' hard but won't 
realize that they will never see...the P!"

[As the strobe lights come up, and the people scream in a heavily mixed and 
a rather confused *POP*, "Can't C Me" by 2Pac with George Clinton plays all 
loud like, and all eyes turn to the entrance way as the curtain is batted 
out of the way, and into the spotlight steps Luke Kinsey, a title on his 
shoulder and a GRIN~! on his face. He raises his hands as two pinwheel type 
pyro's go off.]

#Give me my money in stacks#
#And lace my bi**hes with 9 figures#
#Real ni**as fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas#
#Must see my enemies defeated#
#I'm cashin'#
#While they coughed up and weeded#
#Open fire#
#Now them ni**as bleedin'#
#See me in flesh#
#And test#
#And get your chest blown#
#Straight out tha west, don't get blown#

[Luke wears the same trunks and button down shirt. On his right arm a thick black 
elbow pad rests, and Luke's hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail. 
Across his shoulder, as it's been for the past 6 months, is the RCW 
Lightheavyweight Title all shiny and nice looking. Kinsey takes off to 
the ring, sorta jogging and then stops at the front of the aisle.]

DS: Introducing first....hailing from Syracuse, New York....weighing 228 pounds....


"COOL HAND" 


LUUUUUUKKKEEE KIIIIIIIINNSSEEYYY!!!!!!!!!!!


#Visions of cops and sirens#
#ni**as open fire#
#Buncha Thug Life ni**as on tha rise#
#Until I die#
#Ask me why i'm a Boss Playa gettin' high#
#And when i'm rollin' by#
#ni**as Can't C Me#

#The stares of a million pairs of eyes#
#And you'll never realize#
#You can't C Me...#

[Kinsey stalks around the ring, looking and looking and finding a steel 
chair, that he raises to send the crowd into a frenzy. He slides the chair 
in, then takes off the button-down shirt and the belt, throwing it all in 
the direction of the time keeper before sliding in himself, and picking the 
chair up.]

LVK: Remember fans, this match is a Table, Ladder and Chairs match. It's going to be wild!

[Suddenly "Black Cat" by Janet Jackson begins to play, and the camera, along with the 
attention of every fan in the building, turns to the entranceway. The RiverTron kicks into 
life, showing images of a certain wrestler in action. That certain wrestler comes out of the 
portal, to a HUGE HOMESTATE FACE POP, wearing black leg-length tights with white, thin 
lightning bolt-like lines running down the outside of both legs, and black wrestling shoes 
with "DK" stenciled in white. That certain wrestler is....Dan Kauffman.]

DS: and his opponent....he hails from Hagerstown Maryland and weighs 225 pounds...hailed the
world over as one of the true legends of this sport, here.....is.....


DAAAAANNNNNN KAAAAAUUUUUUUUFFMAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!!!!!


[The HUGE crowd response continues as Kauffman walks down the ramp, slapping hands with the odd
fan, and makes his way to the ring. He climbs in and bounces off the ropes, before coming to a
halt and striking a pose as the ring lights up with pyrotechnics.]

                  
 _   _  _      
| \ | || | Grudge match   
|  \| || |     
| . ` || |  Dan Kauffman vs "Cool Hand" Luke Kinsey
| |\  || |____  
|_| \_||______|
Written by Fletch


LVK: Lookout! Kinsey with a CHAIR!!

[The crowd's face ovation turns to screams and yells of shock and protest as Kinsey charges at
Kauffman, brandishing the chair like a battleaxe. But Kauffman manages to step out of the way
at the last minute, and the chair comes crashing down on the top rope. In a flash, Kauffman
ducks in behind Kinsey, and hooks him in a rear waistlock....]

*THUD!*

RP: German suplex by Kauffman!

LVK: That knocked the chair out of Kinsey's grasp....

*DING DING DING!*

LVK: ...and this match is officially underway!

[Both wrestlers roll back to their feet, Kinsey a little slower than Kauffman, and holding 
onto the back of his head. Kauffman advances, and unloads....]

*SMACK!*

LVK: Dan Kauffman now with a vicious knife-edge chop to Kinsey's chest....

*SMACK!*

LVK: And another!

RP: Kauffman sends Kinsey into the ropes now....

[Kinsey comes rebounding back, and Kauffman ducks down, backdropping the LHW champ into the 
air. But Kinsey manages to flip over and drop to his feet on the ring apron. As Kauffman spins
around to face him, Kinsey grabs the top rope, and slingshots himself back into the ring...]

LVK: OH! Slingshot clothesline by Luke Kinsey! He's covering!












ONE!!




















TWO!!!


But two is all!

[A small face pop goes up as both men get back to their feet. Kinsey tries to unload a punch,
but it's blocked! POP! Kinsey tries again, but it's blocked too! Kauffman answers back with a 
right hand of his own, and tries to send Kinsey into the ropes again, but it's reversed. 
Kauffman rebounds, and Kinsey grabs him and sends him crashing to the mat....]

LVK: What an overhead belly-to-belly suplex by Luke Kinsey!

RP: Kinsey's got about a million-years less experience than Kauffman, but he's showing that 
he's just as good as the old man!

LVK: Again with the "old man" bit. He's 34 for God's sake!

[Kinsey drags Kauffman up to his feet, and starts to put him in a suplex set-up, but Kauffman
breaks free with an uppercut punch. This staggers Kinsey back a step or two, and Kauffman 
lashes out, spinning around 360 degrees and lunging forward with a lariat. The impact knocks 
Kinsey flat to the mat! POP!]

LVK: OH! Spinning lariat sends Kinsey to the mat, and here's the cover by Kauffman!













ONE!!





















TWO!!!























TH- But NO! Kinsey gets the shoulder up!

[Again they roll back to their feet, and Kinsey immediately attacks by jumping into the air 
and lashing out with a dropkick. But Kauffman sidesteps it, leaving Kinsey to fall straight to
the mat. Kauffman grabs Kinsey around the midsection, hoists him up, and then drops him down 
backfirst across his outstretched knee!]

LVK: Backbreaker now, and Luke Kinsey drops to the mat, clutching at his back!

RP: Boring! I thought that this match was gonna be tables, ladders and chairs?

LVK: Be patient Rick.

[As if he heard Rick, Kauffman leaves Kinsey lying on the mat, and slides out of the ring under
the bottom rope. He grabs a ringside chair, folds it up, and climbs back into the ring.]

RP: Yeah! This is more like it!

[Kinsey slowly gets back to his feet, but with his back to Kauffman. He turns around, and 
Kauffman simply throws the chair to him. Kinsey is surprised, but his reflexes come into play
as he deftly catches the chair in front of his face. That's just what Kauffman wanted though...]




*KAH-DAAAAAANNNGGGG!!!!!*




RP: HOLY SHIZNIT!!

LVK: Kauffman with a dropkick right to the chair, which drove the chair into Kinsey's face!

RP: Did you see the height Kauffman got on the dropkick?

LVK: Not bad for an "old man" huh Rick? Here's the cover now by Kauffman!











ONE!!!



























TWO!!!!


























THRE- But Kinsey kicks out again!

RP: He may have kicked out, but Kinsey's gotta be on dreamstreet from getting the chair driven
into his noggin!

LVK: Indeed, and Dan Kauffman's got hold of the chair again!

[Kauffman takes the chair and squeezes it in between the top and middle turnbuckles of the 
farthest corner. He returns as Kinsey is getting back to his feet, and fires off another couple
of knife-edge chops to keep Kinsey suitably stunned. Kauffman then grabs Kinsey by the arm, 
and Irish whips him....]

LVK: Kinsey heading towards the chair....

RP: NOPE! 

[Jumping up and pushing off of the second rope, Kinsey turns and hits the advancing 
Kauffman....]

LVK: Diving lariat out of the corner by Kinsey!

RP: And now he's trying to pry the chair loose...he's got it!

[A small hardcore pop goes up as Kinsey takes possession of the chair again. But Kauffman isn't
exactly defenseless himself, he has rolled to his feet - the chair that Kinsey brought into 
the ring at the start of the match now firmly in his hands....]

LVK: OH BOY! Both wrestlers have steel chairs....THIS COULD GET UGLY!

RP: Yeah baby!

[Slowly and carefully, the two combatants inch closer to each other, and then start circling,
their eyes locked in concentration. Kinsey is the first to strike, but his shot misses its 
target. This leaves Kinsey off-target, and Kauffman is able to capitalise...]


*SMACK!*


LVK: Chair to the back by Kauffman!

[Kinsey staggers away, grimacing in pain, and then suddenly lunges back....]




*CLAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!*




[HARDCORE POP!!]



RP: HOLY COW!! THE CHAIRSHOTS COLLIDED - CHAIR ON CHAIR!!

LVK: What a sickening metallic noise that made!

[With both men holding their chairs low as they recover from the jarring force of the 
chair-to-chair strike, Kinsey hits first. He strikes out with a kick to Kauffman's side, and 
then....]






*KAH-LAANNNNNKKKKKKK!!!!!!*




[SHOCK POP!!!]




LVK: DEAR GOD!!! WHAT A CHAIRSHOT BY KINSEY!!!

RP: Kauffman didn't go down though! He looks like he just got hit by a semi-trailer, but he's 
still standing!






*KLA-DOOOOONNNNNNNNKKKKKK!!!!!!*





[FACE POP!!!]




LVK: AND ANSWERING BACK WITH A SHOT OF HIS OWN!!!

RP: Kinsey's on his feet too!! THEY'RE STANDING THERE TRADING FRIGGIN' CHAIR SHOTS!!!

LVK: Kinsey looks ready to fall over though....





*KAH-DAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKK!!!!!*





RP: HOLY SHIZNIT!! Another shot from Kinsey.....

LVK: And they *BOTH* fall down! 

RP: Kinsey got in another shot just before he collapsed, and Kauffman went down from the shot! 
They've knocked themselves silly!

LVK: Referee Teddy Lancaster is now checking on them both, but I can tell you what he's going 
to find - two men with dents in their heads and their eyes rolling around in their sockets!

[Lancaster decides not to start a count, as both wrestlers begin to stir. Kinsey is the first
one up and he slides from the ring. Reaching into the front row of the crowd, he grabs a chair,
and casually fires it up and over the top rope into the ring. It hits the mat mere feet from 
Kauffman, but Kinsey pays it no attention, instead grabbing another chair, and doing the same! 
A third then gets fired in, and finally a fourth, before Kinsey slides back into the ring. 
HARDCORE POP!]

LVK: OH MY GOD! What is Luke Kinsey thinking? Now there are *six* chairs in the ring! *SIX*!!

RP: Maybe he's going to build a sculpture?

[Kinsey opens up one of the chairs and leaves it mid-ring, before returning to Kauffman. 
Kauffman is up to one knee, and Kinsey drives a fist down into the top of his head once...
twice...three...four times. He then drags Kauffman up to his wobbly legs, and leads him over 
to the set-up chair....]

LVK: Kinsey's got that chair set up for something!

RP: We're gonna find out right now.....

[He whips Kauffman into the ropes, and then waits for him to rebound, before performing a drop 
toehold onto him. Kauffman drops facefirst onto the seat of the chair...]







*DAAAANNNNGGG-THUD!!!*






[HARDCORE POP!!]





RP: HOLY RAVIOLI!!! KAUFFMAN'S FACE....RIGHT INTO THE CHAIR!!

LVK: The chair is bent out of shape - what must Kauffman's face be like?

[Kinsey climbs back to his feet and stands over the fallen Kauffman. He rolls him over onto 
his back, and then smiles as he plants a foot onto Kauffman's chest.]

LVK: An arrogant cover now by Kinsey!










ONE!!

















TWO!!!!















And two only! Kinsey's self-confidence got the better of him there!

RP: Bah, it's just a matter of time Van Keel. Kauffman's old carcass ain't coming out of this 
match intact!

[Kinsey takes two more chairs and opens them up. He sets them up facing each other and 
together, mid-ring. Then he drags Kauffman up, and attempts to send him into the ropes...]

LVK: Kauffman reverses the whip into the ropes!

RP: Catches Kinsey....OH CRAAAAPPP!!








*KLAAAATTT-THUUUDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!*






[HUGE HARDCORE/FACE POP!!!]




LVK: OH MY GOD!! POWERPLANT SPINEBUSTER.....ONTO AND THROUGH THE CHAIRS!!!

RP: Kinsey could have a broken back! 

LVK: Here's the cover by Dan Kauffman! It could be over!












ONE!!!

























TWO!!!!



























THREEEEE-



[DISAPPOINTMENT POP!]


RP: Kinsey kicked out!

LVK: Amazing! How any man can have the presence of mind to kick out after having his back 
driven through *two* steel chairs, is beyond me!

[Kauffman gets back to his feet, wipes the sweat from his eyes, and looks around him. He then
walks over to the nearby corner, and climbs the turnbuckles, to an anticipation pop from his 
homestate fans! He makes it to the top, and then turns and leaps....]

LVK: OH! Kinsey got his legs up into Kauffman's face!

RP: Wow!

LVK: Kauffman falls facefirst to the mat, and Kinsey....he's...could it be....

RP: IT IS! He's locking on an STF....bridging....HE'S GOT KAUFFMAN IN HIS OWN MOVE!! THE 
PEACEMAKER!!!

[The fans react to this with a mixture of cheers, jeers and just outright exhilirated noise! 
Kauffman writhes in agony, but then breaks free of the bridge by jabbing a fist into Kinsey's 
face. Kinsey rolls into a sitting position, his legs still intertwined with Kauffman's, and 
Kauffman drives up onto his hands and knees, and then to his feet, pushing Kinsey down to the 
mat facefirst. In a matter of seconds he has his arms twisted through Kinsey's legs, and is 
pulling back with all of his might....]

LVK: OH BOY!!! KAUFFMAN REVERSED INTO THE MOONLIGHT DRIVE!! KINSEY'S CLOVERLEAF HOLD!!

RP: WOW!

LVK: But Kinsey makes it to the ropes!

RP: How about them using each other's submission holds? Awesome!

LVK: Indeed!

[Teddy Lancaster makes Kauffman break the hold, and Kinsey rolls to his feet, stretching out 
his right leg and wincing in pain. Kauffman grabs him by the head and rams Kinsey facefirst 
into the top rope. Kinsey staggers back towards the center of the ring, and Kauffman scoops 
him up into a fireman's carry. But Kinsey wriggles free and drops to his feet behind Kauffman,
grabbing his head on the way down.....]

LVK: INVERTED DDT BY KINSEY!!

RP: He's got the pin!










ONE!!!

























TWO!!!!






























THR- 


LVK: NO! Kickout by Kauffman!!

RP: Old man's got game!

LVK: Luke Kinsey now sliding from the ring...and....retrieving a table from under the ring!

RP: Woohoo!

[Kinsey slides the table into the ring and climbs back in, as the crowd reacts with an 
explosion of cheers. He snaps out the table's legs, and pushes one end of it into a corner, 
resting it on the middle turnbuckle. Kinsey then drags Kauffman to his feet, fires a couple of
forearm shots into his face, and pushes him onto the table.]

LVK: Kinsey now has Kauffman sprawled on that table! 

RP: TABLESMASHING TIME!!

LVK: Luke Kinsey now climbing onto the table as well....but he's heading towards the 
turnbuckles....

[Kauffman suddenly rolls to his feet on the table, as Kinsey steps up from the table onto the
top turnbuckle. Kinsey is unaware of what's going on, until Kauffman grabs him in a rear 
waistlock....]






*KAH-RUUUNNNNNCCHHHH-THUUUUUDDDD!!!!!*





[WE-LOVE-TABLES POP!!!!!]






RP: OOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!

LVK: KAUFFMAN GERMAN SUPLEXED KINSEY THROUGH THE TABLE!!!

RP: IN-FRIGGIN-CREDIBLE!!!

[The fans continue to pop like crazy as Kauffman rolls out of the scattered table debris, and
climbs to his feet. He then looks down at Kinsey, and flops back down....]

LVK: Kauffman with the cover!















ONE!!!


























TWO!!!!!






























THREEEEE-





RP: NOPE!! Kinsey kicked out *JUST* in time!!

[APPRECIATION POP!]

LVK: Luke Kinsey showing great resilience, kicking out after being dropped headfirst through a
table onto the mat!

RP: Oh crap - what's Kauffman doing now?

[Much to the delight of the crowd, Kauffman rolls from the ring and retrieves two more tables
from under the ring. He snaps the first own open, and places it parallel with the ring apron,
about a foot away from it. He then snaps open the second one, and lifts it *onto* the other
one! HUGE POP!]

LVK: MY GOD!! KAUFFMAN'S STACKING THE TABLES!!

RP: Things are about to get HARDCORE!

[Kauffman slides back into the ring, just as Kinsey gets back to his feet. A couple of punches 
from Kauffman sends Kinsey stumbling back into the ropes, and Kauffman is then easily able to
hoist him up onto the top rope. Kauffman then climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, and pulls 
Kinsey up to his feet, so that they are both standing up there.]

LVK: What on earth does Dan Kauffman have in mind?

RP: Something involving Kinsey going through those tables!

[Kauffman starts to hook Kinsey's head, but then suddenly Kinsey fights back with a punch. 
Kauffman sways, almost falling off, but then regains his balance, and fires back a punch of 
his own.]

LVK: Good God! They're fighting way up there on the top turnbuckle, precariously balanced!

[Kinsey's punches start to have more effect, and with Kauffman suitably stunned, the LHW champ
then braces himself, and jumps up, wrapping his legs around Kauffman's neck.....]

RP: ARGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!









*KAH-RUNCH-CRACK-RUNCH-THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!






*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*



LVK: OH.....MY.....GOD.....KINSEY HURACANRANAED KAUFFMAN FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE....THROUGH 
THE TWO TABLES!!!

RP: THEY BOTH HIT HARD AS FRIGGIN' HELL!! 

LVK: How could they not have?! In fact, from here it looked like Kinsey hit the hardest! While 
Kauffman's fall was cushioned, so to speak, by the two tables, Kinsey really only caught the 
side of the top table and then plummeted to the hard floor below!

[Teddy Lancaster rolls from the ring again, and pulls aside pieces of table to get to the two
wrestlers. Kinsey lies facedown next to the ring apron, while Kauffman is slumped in a sitting
position against the ring railing.]

LVK: Neither wrestler really moving...Teddy Lancaster looks concerned!

[Lancaster starts to shake Kauffman, but then steps back in surprise as the veteran wrestler 
suddenly reaches up and grabs the ring railing, using it to pull himself to his feet. Kauffman
then stops and hunches over, trying to regain his senses, before pushing aside a large piece of
a table and grabbing Kinsey by the hair. With his eyes still shut, seemingly on auto-pilot, 
Kinsey stumbles to his feet, and is rolled back into the ring.]

RP: I've been riding Kauffman, but I gotta give him his dues. Any old man who can go through 
two friggin' tables and walk away, is doing pretty damn good!

LVK: It's about time you saw past your anti-Kauffman bias.

[In the ring, Kauffman drags Kinsey up by the hair again, but this time struggles to get him 
up. Before he can get him up, Kinsey reaches up with both arms and hooks Kauffman's head, while
pushing the top of his head under Kauffman's jaw. Then Kinsey drops back down to his knees....]

LVK: Jawbreaker! Back comes Kinsey!

RP: And *that* is why Kinsey is the man!

[Kauffman falls back to the mat, and Kinsey quickly slides out of the ring, and grabs....]

LVK: ANOTHER TABLE!

RP: Man, the table manufacturers are making a killing tonight!

[Kinsey slides it into the ring, throws a chair in after it and climbs back in. He then sets 
the table up near the ropes, as Kauffman gets back to his feet. A string of punches from 
Kauffman, followed by a forearm shot to the face, send Kauffman back onto the table. Quickly 
Kinsey opens up the chair and sets it near the ropes, and then runs across the ring into the 
far side. He comes rebounding back and uses the chair as a springboard, launching up onto the 
top rope, which he springs off and flips over through the air......]











*KAH-RUUUUNNNKKK-THUUUDDDD!!!!!!*










*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*



RP: HOLY CRAP!! A FRIGGIN' MOONSAULT THROUGH THE TABLE!!!

LVK: Luke Kinsey is certainly disregarding his own body....HE'S A MADMAN!

RP: Here's the pin!















ONE!!!



























TWO!!!!!





























THREEEEEEEEEEEEE-



LVK: NO!! SHOULDER UP FROM KAUFFMAN!!!

[THUNDEROUS FACE POP!!!!]

RP: There's so many pieces of table in and around the ring, this place looks like a 
lumberjack's yard! Well, minus the flannel and mullets.

LVK: It is indeed a warzone out here. Kinsey looks a bit surprised that he didn't get the pin 
there.

RP: How many tables has that been now? Four?

LVK: Uh....four, yeah. 

[Kauffman rolls away and flops to the floor, gasping for breath and holding his ribs in pain. 
Kinsey slides out after him, grabbing a chair.....]









*THWAAAACCCKKKKKK!!!!*







LVK: Brutal chairshot by Luke Kinsey, and now he's setting up the chair....and sitting 
Kauffman in it!

RP: Oh, isn't that nice? He's giving the senior citizen a chair! We should all be as kind to 
the elderly as Luke Kinsey!

LVK: Shut it Rick.

[Kinsey climbs back onto the apron, and then backs away towards the far ringpost. The fans 
realise what's coming, and let rip with a HARDCORE POP, as Kinsey runs across the apron, leaps
off, and flips forwards.....]




LVK: TOPE CON HI-






*KRUUUUUNNNNNCCCHHHHH-AAAACKKKKKKK!!!!!*








RP: ARGH!! KAUFFMAN MOVED!!!

LVK: OH MY GOD!!! KINSEY LANDED ON THE EMPTY CHAIR!! HIS BACK IMPACTED WITH THE STEEL OBJECT, 
SANDWICHING IT!!!

RP: Geez Louise - the best chiropractor in the land's not gonna be able to straighten out 
Luke's back after that!

LVK: Kauffman's now back to his feet....and dragging Kinsey towards the ring railing....



*THUD!!*





[FACE POP!!]




RP: OOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

LVK: Amazing! Kauffman with an Asai moonsault off the ring railing!

RP: How the hell does an old man do that?

LVK: HE'S NOT OLD!

RP: Yeah, but he's been around since Babe Ruth was a rookie!

LVK: Kauffman now rolling Kinsey back into the ring....and clearing off the timekeeper's 
table!

RP: What a surprise! More table!

[Kauffman slides the table into the ring and climbs in. He sets it up near a corner, 
perpendicular to it, and then returns to Kinsey. But Kinsey catches him with a kick to the gut,
and then grabs his head.....]

LVK: DDT!!! DDT BY KINSEY!!!
















ONE!!!


























TWO!!!!



























THREEE-







[ENORMOUS FACE POP!!!]


RP: Damn him! Why doesn't the old bitch give up?

LVK: Dan Kauffman is getting the fight of his life tonight, but he won't give up until there's
not an ounce of fight left in his body!

RP: Yeah! Now Luke's putting the table up on the top rope! Whoo!

LVK: Is he crazy?

[Sitting the table sideways across the top turnbuckle in the corner, Kinsey then goes back to 
Kauffman, and hoists him up onto the table. Up climbs Kinsey, onto the table as well.]

LVK: WOW! Both men are now on top of a table set up on the corner!

[Kinsey drags Kauffman up to his feet on the table, but suddenly is struck by a forearm from 
Kauffman. Another follows, and a third sends Kinsey toppling back to the mat. Kauffman drops 
down off the table, and climbs from the ring, reaching under the ring to get yet another table.
HUGE POP!!]

RP: *Another* friggin' table? What, are there little table-making elves under there or 
something?

LVK: Heh, there could well be!

RP: Geez, are you high? 

LVK: Dan Kauffman now taking yet another table into the ring!

[Kauffman sets it up near the corner, parallel to the table on the turnbuckle. Kinsey gets 
back to his feet, with a piece of broken table in his hand!]






*THWAAAACKKKK!!*





[SHOCK POP!]




LVK: OH BOY!! Luke Kinsey just waffled Kauffman across the head with a piece of shattered 
table!!

RP: Why not? There's enough of it around!

LVK: Kinsey now rolling Kauffman up onto the table which is on the corner, and climbing up 
with him!

RP: Somehow I don't think those tables are gonna be whole for long!

[With both wrestlers on the table on the corner, Kinsey grabs Kauffman in a belly-to-back 
suplex position. He looks ready to drop Kauffman back through the table on the mat, but 
Kauffman doesn't go without a fight. He lashes out with a back-elbow to Kinsey's face, and 
then spins around, and grabs Kinsey in a front waistlock. As flash bulbs fill the arena, 
Kauffman drives Kinsey up into the air, driving them both off of the table. In mid-air he 
slides his right arm up around Kinsey's throat, resulting in a Uranage-type throw....]










*KAH-RUUNCH-THUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!*













RP: SWEET MERCIFUL CRAP!!! THEY BOTH WENT THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!

LVK: KAUFFMAN EXECUTED HIS THIRD DEGREE MANEUVER!!! THEY BOTH WENT THROUGH THE TABLE, BUT 
KINSEY BORE THE BRUNT OF THE IMPACT!!!

RP: I can't see Kinsey getting up from that!

LVK: Let's find out! HERE'S THE COVER!!!

























ONE!!!



























TWO!!!!!!



























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-










[THUNDERING SHOCK POP!!!!!!!!!]









LVK: OH...OH MY GOD!!! KINSEY KICKED OUT!!!

RP: How the hell'd he do that?!?

LVK: I don't know....and Dan Kauffman certainly doesn't know! Look at his face!

[Kauffman rocks back onto his knees, looking down at Kinsey's prone figure in complete shock. 
He looks to Lancaster for answers, but all the referee can do is shake his head and offer two 
fingers to Kauffman and to the crowd. The fans suddenly realise that they're seeing one helluva
match, and that the young man who is fighting their homestate hero is putting up an unbelievable
fight. They respond with a HUGE POP!!]

LVK: Wow, the fans are actually showing their appreciation for that kickout!!

RP: What a match!

[Kauffman climbs to his feet, trying to shake away his feelings of shock and disbelief, and 
then points to the table on the nearby corner. HUGE POP!! He shakes his head confidently, and 
then walks over and climbs onto the table.]

LVK: Dan Kauffman has definitely taken more risks in this match than any other we've seen him 
in during his stay in RCW! This is a big match for both men!

[Kauffman turns to face into the ring, atop the table, and the fans POP in anticipation. Those
cheers escalate as Kauffman leaps, flipping through the air....]







*THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!*







[....but the cheers turn to a huge collective groan, followed by a SHOCK POP!!!]




LVK: NOBODY HOME ON THE SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!! What agility by the 34-year-old Kauffman!

RP: What...stupidity! That was a dumb, dumb move!

LVK: It was a risk for sure, and one which backfired for Kauffman!

[Both men lay sprawled on the mat, and the fans start to chant "KAUFF-MAN, KAUFF-MAN". But then
amazingly a smaller chant of "KIN-SEY, KIN-SEY" starts up as well!]

LVK: Listen to the fans, showing their appreciation for this great battle!

RP: Both of these guys have to running on instinct right now. This is where all of the hours in
the gym and in the training ring are so valuable! Your mind sub-consciously goes back to the 
basics!

LVK: Luke Kinsey now getting to his feet....he looks very groggy...and he's climbing from the 
ring!

[Kinsey drops down the ringside floor, amidst the debris of countless tables, and folds back 
the apron cover....]

RP: He's getting another table! What's that make it....seven? Eight?

LVK: Wait....

[HUGE POP as Kinsey pulls something out from under the ring. It's no table though - it's 
metallic, and about 15-feet long....]

RP: A LADDER!!! OH MAN!!!

[Kinsey throws the ladder over the top rope into the ring, but strangely doesn't climb in after
it. Instead he ducks back under the ring, and retrieves....]

LVK: *ANOTHER* LADDER?!

RP: HOLY GUACAMOLE!!!

[This ladder is also fired into the ring, but it doesn't land on the mat, instead getting caught
up on the table on the corner. Kinsey then climbs into the ring, and starts to set up the 
ladder which is lying on the mat.]

LVK: We've seen tables, chairs....and it looks like we're about to complete the set!!

RP: Kinsey's....CLIMBING THE LADDER!!

[Kinsey starts to climb, but exhaustion makes the going slow. He makes it about halfway up, 
when the crowd suddenly roars into life!]

LVK: OH MY!! KAUFFMAN BACK TO HIS FEET!!!

RP: LOOKOUT LUKE!!!








*THUUUNNKKKK*






*CRAASSSSHHHHHH-THUUUDDDDDD-KLAAANNNGGGG!!!!!!*







*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*




RP: HOLY GUACA-FRIGGIN-MOLE!!!

LVK: KAUFFMAN KNOCKED THE LADDER, SENDING LUKE KINSEY OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!!! IT MUST
HAVE BEEN A FALL OF AT LEAST 14 OR 15 FEET!!!!

RP: DAY-AMN!

[Kauffman climbs through the ropes, and drops to the floor next to Kinsey, who is belly-crawling
aimlessly, groans of exhausted agony escaping his lips. With a handful of hair, Kauffman drags 
Kinsey back to a vertical base, Kinsey wobbling back and forth beneath Kauffman's grasp.]

LVK: Luke Kinsey doesn't look capable of standing up on his own, and it's not surprising after 
that huge fall!

[Kauffman slides Kinsey back into the ring, and climbs in after him. Kinsey stays down on the 
mat, and Kauffman again has to drag him up. He wrenches Kinsey into a standing headscissor...]

RP: HOTDAMN!! POWERBOMB!!

LVK: And now Kauffman pushing down on the legs to make the cover....













ONE!!!























TWO!!!!


























RP: THAT'LL DO IT!!







[DISAPPOINTMENT POP!!]




LVK: No it won't! KINSEY KICKED OUT!!

RP: Whoo!

LVK: Don't celebrate just yet Rick! Kauffman's signalling that he's going to finish it - could 
we see the feared Yashimoto DDT?

RP: It looks like it!

[Hooking Kinsey's head, Kauffman prepares to complete the move, but before he can, Kinsey 
reaches out and grabs him around the waist. In a flash he hoists Kauffman off the mat, and 
launches backwards, dropping him shoulders-first to the mat!]

LVK: REVERSED BY KINSEY INTO A BRIDGED NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!!

RP: HE'S GOT HIM!!















ONE!!!!






























TWO!!!!!



























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

YES!! YES!!!





[HUGE FACE POP!!!]





LVK: NO!!! KAUFFMAN GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!!

RP: GODDAMNIT!!

[The fans, all on their feet, are now cheering like crazy. The ovation is a resounding one, 
showing the fans' appreciation for both wrestlers and the match they're putting on.]

LVK: *Still* this match continues! Both men have taken incredible bumps, but yet they still 
find a way to continue!

RP: This is why RCW is where it is today Van Keel. It's because we have *athletes*. Our guys 
can back up their words in the ring!

LVK: Yes indeed! And speaking of athletes, one hell of an athlete is now climbing back to his 
feet. Luke Kinsey's back up....and Dan Kauffman is close behind!

[Kinsey grabs the ladder, which is tipped over and leaning against the ropes, as Kauffman 
rushes at him.....]









*KAH-LAAAANNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!*








[HARDCORE POP!!!!]








RP: OH SHIZZY!! Luke turned around with the ladder in his hands, and the end of it KNOCKED 
KAUFFMAN IN THE DAMN FACE!!!

LVK: I'm not sure if Kinsey even meant for that to happen, but nevertheless, Dan Kauffman is 
down!!

RP: Now Kinsey sees.....COVER!!




















ONE!!!!

























TWO!!!!!



























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!




LVK: NO! NO!!! LANCASTER SAYS HE GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!!!!!!




[SHAKE-THE-ROOF FACE POP!!!!]




RP: ACK!

LVK: Luke Kinsey now throwing the ladder to the mat....and climbing out of the ring! What's he 
going to get now?

RP: A table, a ladder? A friggin' bazooka to finally stop this old bastard?

LVK: A table! Kinsey has another table!!

RP: HEY! He also has his Light-Heavyweight title belt!

LVK: Which of course isn't on the line in this match.

[By now you know the routine - the end result being the table set up in the ring. Kinsey throws 
his title belt to the mat, and sits the table near the corner where another table sits on the 
corner, with the second ladder still on top of it.]

LVK: I'm not sure why Luke has got the title belt...

[There's your answer Larry - Kinsey swings with the belt as Kauffman gets back to his feet. But
Kauffman ducks just in time to miss getting the belt to the face....]

LVK: OH! Kauffman ducks the belt shot....kick to the gut....


*THUD!!*


RP: DOUBLE UNDERHOOK FACEDRIVER!!!

LVK: KAUFFMAN HAS THE COVER!!




















ONE!!!



























TWO!!!!!!




























THREEEE- NO!!! AMAZING!!!

[The crowd is of course whipped into a frenzy by this latest in a string of near falls. 
Kauffman shakes his head in disbelief, staggers away from Kinsey, and then stops and looks at
the table on the corner. He nods to himself, and then returns to Kinsey.]

LVK: Kauffman now dragging Kinsey up....and he's hoisting him onto that table which is being 
cradled by the corner!

RP: Oh shizzy! He's climbing up as well!

[Both men climb to their feet on the table. Kauffman fires in a punch to Kinsey, but it's a 
tired and ineffective blow. Kinsey fires back one of his own, which staggers Kauffman back. 
Kauffman tries to answer back, but Kinsey easily evades it. He then punches Kauffman, sending 
him staggering back, and then unloads....]

*SMACK!*





*THUD!*



LVK: OH MY GOD!!! KINSEY NAILED KAUFFMAN WITH HIS BIG BANG SUPERKICK, WHICH SENT KAUFFMAN 
CRASHING BACK TO THE MAT!!!

RP: And now Kinsey.....OH SHIT!! HE ISN'T....IS HE?!?

[HUGE POP!!!]

LVK: YES HE IS!! LUKE KINSEY IS SETTING UP THAT LADDER *ON TOP* OF THE TABLE, WHICH IS ON TOP
OF THE CORNER!!!

RP: I can't watch!

LVK: He's got the ladder set up....AND HE'S STARTING TO CLIMB IT!!

RP: Kauffman's back up!! He's climbing up onto the table!

[The fans go beserk for this action, urging Kauffman on as he climbs up, and giving their 
hardcore props for Kinsey slowly climbing the ladder.]

LVK: Kauffman's got the Light-Heavyweight title belt in his hand as he climbs up after Kinsey!

RP: Kinsey's halfway up the ladder....AND KAUFFMAN'S CLIMBING UP THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LADDER!!

LVK: GOOD GOD!! THIS IS INSANE!!!

[Kinsey and Kauffman make it three-quarters of the way up the aisle, when they start trading 
blows. Each punch threatens to send the recipient falling from the ladder, but somehow they 
manage to hold on. Punch after punch lands, leaving Kauffman rocking back, hanging on by one 
hand, the LHW title belt sitting on one of the rungs precariously, and Kinsey clutching at the 
ladder. Suddenly Kinsey spies the belt and grabs it.....]

LVK: OH NO!!





*CRACK!*







RP: ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!










*KAH-RUUUUUUNNNNCCHHHHH-THUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!*







*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*
*HO-LY SHIT!*   *HO-LY SHIT!*




*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*




LVK: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! KINSEY HIT KAUFFMAN WITH THE TITLE BELT....AND KAUFFMAN FELL THROUGH
THE TABLE FROM A GOOD 15 FEET IN THE AIR!!!

[As the crowd continues to go crazy, Kinsey throws the title belt down onto Kauffman. It lands
across his midsection, by Kauffman doesn't notice - he's out cold amongst the debris of the 
table. Kinsey then starts to climb higher!]

RP: WHAT? KINSEY'S STILL GOING UP!!! HE'S CLIMBING HIGHER!!!

LVK: OH....MY.....GOODNESS!!!

RP: I...I can't watch this!!

[Kinsey reaches the top, teetering precariously 20-odd feet from the mat. He gets his balance, 
holds his arms out, looks around, and then, as flashbulbs explode around him....he leaps....]







RP: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











*THA-WUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*






*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!  ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*





LVK: OH.....GOOD GOD!!! KINSEY HIT THE MAGIC CARPET RIDE FROGSPLASH....FROM 20 FEET ABOVE THE 
RING!!!!

RP: KAUFFMAN'S GOTTA BE NOTHING MORE THAN A SMUDGE ON THE MAT!!

LVK: HE'S CERTAINLY NOT MOVING....AND HERE IS THE COVER!!!!



















ONE!!!!




























TWO!!!!!!!!!!



























THREEEEEEEEEEE-







[?]











THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! 



[HUGE MIXED POP!!!]


LVK: HE DID IT!!! LUKE KINSEY HAS BEATEN DAN KAUFFMAN!!!

RP: I have just one word to describe what these two men just went through.....WOW! 

LVK: It was a battle of attrition, with numerous tables, chairs and ladders...speechless 
body-crunching hits...and above all else, true grit and determination by two men who have 
really lived up to the word "warrior"!

DS: Your winner.....


"COOL HAND"


LUUUUUUUKKEEEE KIIIIIIIIINNNSSEEEYYYY!!!!!!!!!!



[Kinsey rolls to his feet as "Can't C Me" by 2Pac with George Clinton begins to play over the 
PA, and Teddy Lancaster hoists his arm into the air. Although the homestate crowd is obviously 
disappointed about their hero losing, they rise and applaud nonetheless.]

LVK: This capacity crowd showing their appreciation for a tough-but-fair match, and for the 
ultimate winner. It may not be their Maryland-native son, but there's no denying that Luke 
Kinsey was the better man tonight!

RP: I hate to say it, but Dan Kauffman showed everyone tonight that he's no old man. He's not
living on his past glories, and he proved that in this match.

LVK: Wow, I'm amazed to hear you say that Rick. But you're right. Dan Kauffman and Luke Kinsey
showed themselves to be true athletes here tonight!

[Kinsey rolls from the ring, grabbing his LHW belt in the process, and begins to slowly make 
his way up the aisle. In the ring, Kauffman sits up, holding onto his midsection and groaning 
in exhaustion.]

LVK: We need to get this warzone cleaned up....see you after these messages!

[Cut to commercials.]


---------------------------------------------------------



[Fade back in to a sweeping shot of the capacity crowd in Baltimore Arena. Signs are shoved 
into the air, and the fans are jumping, screaming and just basically having a good time. Then 
the camera cuts back to ringside - Larry and Rick.]

LVK: Hello, and welcome to hour three of No Limits! Well Rick, what a night it's been already.

RP: Phew, you can say that again! That cage match between Extreme and Langseth was just friggin'
crazy, and how about Kinsey and Kauffman? Man, that rocked.

LVK: Indeed, indeed. And of course we were shocked to see Adam Rogers show up here in RCW. On 
top of that, Tommy Stephens is the new Challenger's Choice champion...the highlights just keep
on coming. But of course the match that we've all been waiting for is coming up very soon. 
Johnny Axis and Devon Case will settle their score once and for all, and right now we're going
to take a look at the man, the myth, the self-titled legend, Johnny Axis....


***Video Package***


[Open to a close-up of the arrogantly-smiling, hate-filled face of the reigning National 
champion, Johnny Axis.]

VO: Johnny Axis. The name instills deep hatred in most, but it also brings a touch of envy. He
may be arguably the most hated man in RCW history, but the man who calls himself the "Almighty
Hype Machine" lives up to his own hype. 

[Change to a shot of Axis in the ring, the National title belt over his shoulder. He's still
smiling smugly to himself.]

VO: As of tonight, Axis has held the National title for a total of 129 days - the longest reign
of any National champion. Even if his reign is split in two by a two-week period where he was 
stripped of the title by RCW officials, that makes him the only two-time champion. Whatever way
you look at it, Johnny Axis is the most dominant National champion in RCW history.

[Now we get various clips of Axis in action - hitting hapless opponents with his Stop the World
move, and various other wrestling moves.]

VO: Noone has ever doubted Axis's wrestling ability. When he first came to RCW, the fans 
appreciated his in-ring skill, and his outspoken personality. But then he turned his back on 
the fans and sided with Jim Catanzaro, taking over the helm of the powerful Legacy faction. 
From that point on, Axis became less a wrestler, and more a sadistic thug.

[Now clips of Axis doing what he does best - inflicting pain on people. We see him hit Vlad 
Stukovski in the head with a sledgehammer, as Tripp Shade and Chris Gotham hold the big Russian;
Axis lays out both Apollo Kid and Kyohei Yamada with a chair in Japan; Axis hits Eric Vanguard 
with a Tiger Driver out of the back of an ambulance onto the concrete floor.]

VO: Many have stepped up to the plate, and many have knocked down by the champ. Employing a 
strategy which is part wrestling ability, part thuggish beatdowns and part gang warfare, Johnny
Axis has withstood each and every challenge to his title. 

[Back to a freeze-frame shot of Johnny Axis smiling arrogantly.]

VO: To Johnny Axis, number one challengers make a list. A list of men who have been left beaten,
bloody and careerless thanks to the Almighty Hype Machine.

And he won't rest until the name Devon Case is on it. 


[Fade back to Larry and Rick.]

LVK: The countdown to that hugely-important main event continues, and next up is the mystery 
partner match, as Chris Courtade has promised to produce a partner to battle Tony Starks and 
Tripp Shade.

RP: Y'know Van Keel, Courtade proclaims to not have many friends in the world except Case, and 
he's right.  But I have to give him credit, Courtade has beaten the very best in this business,
and while he probably won't go out for drinks with any of them, he certainly has their respect.

LVK: What are you saying Rick?

RP: I have no idea who the partner is.  It can be literally anyone.

LVK: Well said Rick.  Dave Stokes, take it away!


DS: Ladies and gentlemen...this next contest is the MYSTERY PARTNER TAG TEAM MATCH!!

[POP!!!]

DS: Introducing first...representing the LEGACY...from Staten Island, weighing 270 pounds...


TONNNYYYY STAAAAAAARRKKSSS!!!


["C.R.E.A.M" by Wu Tang Clan begins to play over the PA. After a few seconds, the 6-foot-6, 
270-pounds Tony Starks walks out of the entranceway portal. His black skin glistens under the
bright lights, and his face sports a trimmed beard. He wears black trunks, kneepads and boots,
and his wrists and fingers are taped up.]

[Slowly, Starks walks down the aisle, not paying any attention to the fans on either side. He
then climbs into the ring.]

LVK: This man had one hell of a match against Devon Case about two weeks ago, and he made it 
clear that he hasn't lost a step.

RP: Agreed, for once Van Keel.

DS: His partner...


[The lights dim. Suddenly the driving guitar, and primal yells of Alice in Chain's "Them Bones"
blare.]

##AHHHHH##

##AHHHHH##

##AHHHHH##

##AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH##

##I Believe Them Bones Are Me##
##Some Say We're Born Into The Grave##
##I Feel So Alone##
##Gonna End Up A Big Ole Pile A Them Bones##

[The song continues, the crowd unsure of whether to cheer or boo. Well, they soon get their 
answer, as "Upstart King" Tripp Shade appears from behind the curtain, wearing a "Guns Don't 
Kill People, The HIPTOSS~! Kills People" t shirt, and his usual wrestling tights. ]

##Dust Rise Right On Over My Time##
##Empty Fossil Of The New Scene##
##I Feel So Alone##
##Gonna End Up A Big Ole Pile A Them Bones##

[Shade soaks up the boos at the top of the aisle, motioning for the crowd to give him more. 
Yes, this is the deluxe version of Tripp Shade's entrance.  Enjoy it.]

##Toll Due Bad Dream Come True##
##I Lie Dead Gone Under Red Sky##
##I Feel So Alone##
##Gonna End Up A Big Ole Pile A Them Bones##

[Shade stalks down to the ring, not paying any mind to the jeering fans.  He climbs through the
ropes, looks out at the crowd, with digust might I add, and raises Jack's Hammer to a hateful 
crowd reaction.  He throws the weapon outside, and goes back to his corner.]

DS: ...from Hollywood, California...weighing 232 pounds....



"UPSTART KING"



TRRIIIIIIIPPP SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDE!!!!!!



DS: Their opponents...


#F**k you...because I _can_#


[The voice is followed by the ever familiar screeching sound...which causes the arena to jump 
up...and look towards the entrance way. The deep bass kicks over the arena, as they begin to go
wild.]

#Journey with me into the mind of a maniac
doomed to be a killer
since I came out the nutsac
I'm in a murderous mindsate
with a heart full of terror
I see the devil in the mirror#

["Natural Born Killaz" blares over the arena, as walking out of the back, to a face pop...
"Cold Blooded" Chris Courtade.]

DS: Now entering the ring....He is one half of Legend Killers Incorporated....hailing from
Dallas Texas, and weighing in at 281 pounds...


"COLD BLOODED"


CHRRIIIIIIISSSSS COUUURRRTTAAAAAAAAAADDDDEEEEEE!!!!!!!!


#Barrel one touches your motherf**kin flesh
Barrel two shoots your f**kin heart out your chest
you see I'm quick to let the hammer go click
on my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine fool
It's your bad time feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infra red aimed at your head like your name was Sarah Conner
Decapitatin I aint hesitatin to put you in the funeral home
with a bullet in your dome
I'm hot like lava you got a problem?
I got a problem solver and his name is revolver
It's like a deadly game of freeze tag I touch you with a 44 mag
and your frozen inside a boddy bag nobody iller than
this grave yard filler cap peeler cause...#

[The crowd begins to sing along...]

#I'm a natural born killa#

[Courtade is wearing his now-familiar "Legend Killer" t-shirt and his usual attire. Instead of 
climbing into the ring, he stays on the outside, looking at Starks and Shade, eyes fixed.]

#Mass Murderer,
Natural Born Killla,
And I dont wanna die
I DONT WANNA DIE
I DONT WANNA I DONT WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DIE!#

[The song fades out, and after a few moments of silence David Stokes gets back into the center 
of the ring, as the fans hang on his every word.  Courtade turns around and looks to the 
entrance way as Stokes talks...]

LVK: This is the big moment, where Courtade's partner will be revealed.

RP: Shut up Van Keel...

DS: His partner...[looking at his cards]...no f[bleep]ing way...

[Suddenly, the opening riffs of Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Gimme Back My Bullets" fill the arena, 
bringing the fans to their feet!]

LVK: Whoa!!  I know that music...

RP: NO WAY!! _NO_ _WAY_!!

DS: Now making his way to the ring...

[The fans ERUPT as "Cowboy" Ken Curtis splits the entrance curtain and steps out onto the top of
the ramp. His trademark black flat-crowned cowboy hat is pulled low over his eyes, and the
smoldering end of a filter-tipped cigar juts from just beneath the brim. Curtis begins to make 
his way down the ramp towards the ring, a blue-gray cloud of smoke trailing him...]

### Life is so strange when it's changin' yes indeed ###
### And I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me ###
### But I keep on working like a working man do ###
### And I've got my act together gonna walk all over you ###
### Gimme back my bullets ###

[Several fans reach out to Curtis as he heads towards the ring, but he ignores them, focusing 
all of his attention on the ring. As he reaches ringside, Curtis catches the eye of his partner
Courtade and stays outside...]

DS: ... hailing from Dripping Springs, Texas and weighing in at 275 pounds... he is the 
self-proclaimed 'toughest bastard out of Texas'...


"COWBOY" 


KEEEEENNNN CUUUUUUUURTTIIIIIISSSS!


[Curtis and Courtade stand side by side in the aisle, looking at the astounded Legacy, who 
don't know what to think.  Simultaneously, both native Texans throw the "Hook 'Em Horns" sign 
into the air, causing the crowd to pop big!]

LVK: KEN CURTIS IS IN RCW!!  KEN CURTIS IS IN RCW!!

RP: Run!! Tripp, Tony, run!!

### Put 'em back where they belong ###
### Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I've done had my fun ###
### Ain't gonna see no more damage done ###
### Gimme back my bullets ###

[Curtis tosses his cigar, removes his hat and jacket, and tosses them to a ring attendant and 
looks at Courtade, who nods in return and then...]


[HUGE POP!!!]


LVK: HERE WE GO!!  IT'S ON!!  CHRIS COURTADE HAS "COWBOY" KEN CURTIS FOR A PARTNER, THEY JUST
DOVE INTO THE RING AND WE'VE GOT A BRAWL ON OUR HANDS!!!


 _   _  _      
| \ | || | Tagteam match   
|  \| || |     
| . ` || |  "Upstart King" Tripp Shade and Tony Starks
| |\  || |____   vs "Cold Blooded" Chris Courtade and a mystery partner 
|_| \_||______|
Written by Andy D             


RP: Curtis and Starks trade rights in the corner and Courtade is just mauling Tripp in the 
center of the ring!

[The right hands fly as all four men engage brawl away to the sheer delight of the Baltimore 
Arena.  Starks and Curtis take their fisticuffs to the outside as Courtade continues the 
assault on Shade.]

LVK: Courtade just obliterating Shade with those right hands, whip to the buckle...

"CLAAACK!"

RP: ...Shade goes backfirst!

LVK: Courtade follows in with those clubbing forearms and now goes back to pounding him with 
fists!  Right, left, right, left, the body, the face...



"SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!"




"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"


RP: JESUS!	

LVK: Right hand nearly decapitated Shade!!  He throws Tripp to the ropes...catch...hotshot!  
Shade clutches his throat--

"SLAP!"

[POP!]

LVK: OH BOY!  HERE COMES THE COWBOY!

RP: Damn, what a terrible way to start.

LVK: Ken Curtis brings Tripp up, side waistlock...belly to back suplex!  

[Curtis quickly brings the former actor to his feet and shoots him to the ropes, catching him 
on the rebound...]


"THUUUUD!!!"


[...and plants Shade with a crisp spinebuster!  Not wasting a second, the Cowboy goes to the 
corner, climbs up to the second rope and hops off, driving a fist into the skull of Shade!]

LVK: Curtis looks impressive in the early going!  The Cowboy brings Tripp to his feet again and
scoops him up...hard bodyslam, and back in comes Courtade!

RP: Come on Chris, show some mercy!  Have a heart!  

LVK: After Shade and Starks have constantly attacked this man from behind, splitting his head 
open, hospitalizing him, you want him to show mercy?

RP: Yes.

LVK: You'e incorrigible.  Shade's been just decimated early on as Courtade goes to pick him 
up--thumb to the eye by Tripp!

[BOO!]

RP: Yes!  

LVK: Shade with a right, now he whips--REVERSED by Courtade!  Shade ducks underneath a 
clothesline...otherside, he slides between Courtade's legs!  Up, boot to the gut, small 
package!!






























ONE!!!!








T-Courtade kicks out and Shade gets the hell out of dodge!

[Shade darts to his corner and tags in Tony Starks and hightails it out of the ring, as Starks 
calmly steps in the squared circle.  Both men eye one another up, with Courtade standing in the
center of the ring and Starks slowly moving forward.  When he's within arm's reach Courtade 
strikes with a right that Starks briefly absorbs before striking back with his own!  Again by
Courtade and Starks returns the favor!]

LVK: Both men are duking it out right in the center of this ring, Courtade-DUCKED!  Starks 
throws an arm around Courtade's head...


"THUUD!"


RP: Nice move!

LVK: T-bone suplex by Starks!  Courtade gets back up and Starks with a hammerlock.  Starks 
pulls back for leverage and Courtade's looking for a way out--

"SMAAACK!"

RP: Elbow!  Another one!

LVK: Starks ducks a third elbow from the Texan and hooks him for a Northern Lights suplex 
keeping the hammerlock...


"THUUD!"


LVK: ...he keeps the bridge!
































ONE!!!!!!!!































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Courtade kicks out!  


LVK: When Tony Starks first appeared as the Legacy's muscle, we heard he was just a brawler but
he's proven to be quite proficient on the mat and with suplexes.  

RP: Damn right, Starks is far from one dimensional.

[Tony picks up the Texan, grabbing him around the head as if for another T-Bone suplex, but 
then spinning and plunging with a uranage!  Both men get right back up and this time Starks 
whips Courtade to the ropes, aiming for a lariat that Courtade ducks.  Chris bounces off the 
opposite ropes, jumps just a little and floors Starks with a shoulderblock!  POP!]

LVK: OH BOY!  Courtade took Starks by surprise there and now brings the enforcer to his feet.  
He sends him for the ride...

RP: Reversed by Starks!  Courtade off the ropes...


[POP!!]


LVK: TACKLE BY COURTADE!!! HE FLOORED HIM AND IS RAMMING THOSE RIGHT HANDS INTO THE FACE OF 
TONY STARKS!!!

RP: Crap, it was all going so well!

LVK: Courtade brings Starks up, front facelock...vertical suplex...and he's keeping Starks up 
there..


"BAAAAAM!"


RP: Gah, not for long.  

LVK: Courtade with the vertical suplex...and here comes the Cowboy back in!  Starks to his 
feet, Curtis grabs him around the neck and turns...standing neckbreaker!

[Tony falls to the mat, and the Cowboy stomps him quickly and then brings him back up, grabbing
him around the waist and hitting a belly to belly suplex!  The Cowboy goes to the adjacent 
ropes, and waits a second for Starks to get up, then propels himself off the ropes and...]



"THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!"


[POP!!!]



LVK: WHATTA LARIAT FROM KEN CURTIS!!  TONY STARKS GOT FLIPPED HEAD OVER HEELS!!

RP: Do they teach that in school's down there?

LVK: Curtis has a cover...




























ONE!!!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















[HEEL POP!!]


LVK: Damn that Tripp Shade!

RP: Survival Van Keel, Starks was stunned enough so Tripp helped out a bit.

LVK: Curtis chases Shade back to his corner--

RP: STARKS!  ROLLUP!!

LVK: ONE!!!!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!































T-CURTIS GETS OUT!

[Curtis gets to his feet, more than a bit perturbed and starts laying in to Starks with hard 
rights, backing him into the corner.  Ken fires a right, then Tony comes back with a right, 
Curtis tries another but Starks catches it, and turns the Cowboy around, so he's backed into 
the corner.]






"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKK!!!"






"WHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"






"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKK!!!"






"WHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"






"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKK!!!"






"WHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"



LVK: DEAR GOD!  Vicious open hand chops into the chest of Ken Curtis have stunned the cowboy, 
and now Starks hooks the arm, trying to hiptoss him out, but Curtis holds onto the ropes!!

RP: What a friggin' pansy.

LVK: Starks turns around...

[POP!]

RP: Cheater, cheater!!

LVK: [chuckling] The Cowboy thumbed Starks in the eye, and the crowd loves it!  Curtis grabs 
the head of Tony...


"CLAAAAAAAAACK!"


LVK: ..._hard_ into the buckle!  Curtis to his corner, and in comes Courtade.

[The big Texan, erm, the younger big Texan, plants two stiff right hands in the mug of Starks 
and sends him for the ride, scooping him up on the way back and planting him with a powerslam.  
He covers...]

LVK: ONE!!!!!




























TWO!!!!!!!!!!!






























RP: Starks gets out!

LVK: Courtade brings Starks up, for the whip again, he picks him for a spinebust-DDT!  STARKS 
REVERSED INTO A DDT!!!

RP: Starks throws Courtade off of him, he's crawling...

"SLAAP!"

LVK: Here comes...Tripp...Shade.

[Yeah, Shade got the tag, but Tripp is heistant to get in the ring.  Instead, Shade drops off 
the apron, eyeing the two ruffians and grabbing a chair and holding it up.  Courtade yells in 
no uncertain terms to "bring that shit" and Marc Gioffre just shrugs to a POP!  Tripp keeps 
walking around, finally walking up the steps and in to the ring.]

LVK: I think Tripp needs a new pair of shorts.  Good thing he's wearing dark colors.

RP: Tripp charges...

[POP!]

LVK: COURTADE DUCKED!



"CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNGGGGGG!!!!"



RP: Not this time!

[HEEL POP!]

LVK: Shade plasters Courtade with that chair...


"THUNK!"


"THUNK!"


"THUNK!"


"THUNK!"


LVK: Four shots to the knee with the edge of that chair by Shade!!  He chucks the chair and 
grabs the leg of Courtade, straddle...


"Whoooooooooo!!"


RP: Figure four!!  Figure four leglock on redneck number one!!  

LVK: Right in the center of the ring too!  Shade didn't waste any time putting on that painful 
submission maneuver.  

RP: Wouldn't it be totally great if Courtade submitted right now?

LVK: It'll take alot more than that to make Chris Courtade say I Quit.

RP: Horse feathers, Courtade is only human.

[Tripp leans back on the hold, and just happened to fall near the ropes.  As Marc Gioffre 
checks on Courtade, Tripp grabs the bottom rope and tugs on it to apply more pressure.  HEEL 
HEAT!!]

RP: HAHAHA!  This is awesome, Tripp's a friggin genius.

LVK: Tripp's a pansy ass little bitch who has to cheat at every opportunity so he doesn't get 
killed by two pissed off Texans.

RP: Oh sweet Jesus, Van Keel's back on the bottle.

LVK: Gioffre checks Shade to make sure he's not doing anything, and turns back to Courtade--AND
HE GRABS THE ROPES AGAIN!!  COME ON REF, OPEN YOUR EYES!!!

[Cut to the outside, where "Cowboy" Ken Curtis bangs on the top turnbuckle, trying to get the
crowd involved.  The people react, starting to clap in unison as Courtade pounds at the leg of
Shade, trying to get out of the hold.]

LVK: This Shade is such a low life, such a punk.  He hasn't used a goddamned real wrestling 
move this entire match.  

RP: Hey.  Larry.  Calm down.  Have some dip.

LVK: Shade grabs the ropes--


[POP!!]


LVK: Gioffre caught him!!  HE KICKED HIS ARMS AWAY!!

[And as Tripp argues with Marc Gioffre, Courtade inches closer to the chair Shade dropped.  
Chris grabs it with his right hand, and discreetly brings it closer to him.  It gets close 
enough to grab with both hands, and as Tripp sits up to argue with Gioffre...]






"CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!"






[...Courtade wraps the chair around Tripp's head!!  HUGE POP!!  The leglock gets broken and 
Courtade gets up with a bit of a limp, while Shade stays on the ground.  The Texan limps over
and brings Shade up by the hair, hooking him in a front facelock and harshly taking him over
with a snap suplex!]

LVK: Courtade's back to a vertical base, and he pulls Shade up...

[OLD SCHOOL POP!!]

RP: You've gotta be kidding me...

LVK: IRON CLAW!!!  AND IT'S WORKING!!!  SHADE IS GIVING INTO--


"OOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"


RP: Foot meet ball, hehehehe.

LVK: Shot below the belt gets Shade out of trouble and doubles over Courtade...


"THUUUD!"


RP: DDT!

LVK: Shade gets right back up, and bounces off the rope as Chris gets to his feet...swinging 
neckbreaker!

RP: Here we go, Tripp's starting to put moves together.  He goes to the top rope as Courtade 
takes a breather...

LVK: ...Shade takes to the air...




"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDD!!!"




['YOU MISSED' POP!!]


RP: ARRGHH!

LVK: COURTADE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY, AND IS ON HIS WAY TO TAG IN CURTIS...

[Cut to the Cowboy, leaning over the ropes, begging for the tag.  The crowd's on its feet, 
waiting for the tag when Tony Starks comes in and pulls Courtade back!  HEEL POP!!]

LVK: That lowdown, dirty--


[MEGA POP!!]


RP: Oh crap.

LVK: CURTIS HAS SEEN ENOUGH!!  THE COWBOY STORMS IN...RIGHT HAND PUTS DOWN STARKS!!

[BOOOO!]

RP: Yes!  Justice has been served!

LVK: Gioffre cuts off Curtis, sending him back to his corner.

RP: And rightly so.

[As Marc Gioffre tries to make the Cowboy retreat, Tony Starks stomps on the downed Chris 
Courtade and Tripp Shade soon joins in the fun, working away at Courtade's knee while Starks
tries to work on Chris' right arm.  Curtis finally gets back in his corner and the ref goes to 
break up the beating.]

LVK: Finally referee Gioffre breaks it up, and he's letting Starks stay in!

RP: Excellent officiating!

LVK: Starks brings Chris Courtade to his feet, and puts on a hammerlock.  He turns around on
Courtade, now in front, and lifts...


"THUUD!"


LVK: Hammerlock belly to belly suplex!  Starks scrambles to his feet, and brings Courtade by 
his right arm.  He hooks that arm...single arm DDT!

RP: Courtade has that cast off, but if Starks keeps up the assault, Courtade might have that 
cast put back on.

LVK: Starks back up, still holding that arm...elbow drop!  Back up and now he drops a leg on 
it!

[With nothing else to do, Tony straddles the arm of Courtade and drops in a Fujiwara armbar!]

RP: Big move by Starks, Courtade's officially in pain!

LVK: Tony really wrenches back on that armbar, but Courtade's, moving!  Starks has worked over
that arm enough that Courtade knows lying in that submission move won't help matters.

[Again, it's Curtis slamming his hand on the top of the turnbuckle to rile the fans up, and 
soon the entire place is clapping and stomping their feet as Courtade starts to push up, and
getting his feet under him to alleviate the pressure.  POP!!]

LVK: HE'S GETTING UP, COURTADE'S NEARLY TO HIS FEET!!  

[HUGE POP!]

RP: Oh damnit!

LVK: HE'S UP!!  COURTADE IS STANDING UP, AND HE'S GOT STARKS HANGING OFF HIS ARM...


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUD!!!!


[POP!!]


LVK: COURTADE WITH A SORT OF POWERBOMB AND STARKS RELEASES THE HOLD!  COVER...





























ONE!!!!!!































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!






























T-

[HEEL HEAT!]

RP: Yes, Tripp breaks it up!!

LVK: That snivelling little son of a bi-

[MEGA POP!!]

RP: Look out!

LVK: KEN CURTIS CHARGES IN AND KNOCKS SHADE OUT OF THE RING!!!

RP: Redneck on the loose!  Redneck on the loose, get the tranquilizer guns!

LVK: The Cowboy knocked Tripp Shade out of the ring, and those two are brawling on the 
outside!  

RP: Stay the hell away from me Curtis.

[On the outside, the Cowboy releases his frustration on Tripp Shade, introducing him to the
guardrail...]





"KA-LAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNKKK!!!"





[...then Tripp goes headfirst into the ringpost...]





"KLOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNGGGG!!!"





[...and then the Cowboy directs Tripp to the announce table.]

RP: Stay away from me you rogue, stay away!  

LVK: The Cowboy clears off our table, but I'll do my best to call the match in the ring.  
Starks sends Courtade to the ropes, but the Texan ducks a lariat!  

RP: Starks turns around...boot to the gut.

LVK: Courtade applies a vertical headscissors...he lifts...




"THUUUUUUUUDDDDD!!!!"


[HUGE POP!!]


LVK: COURTADE PLANTS STARKS WITH A DEADLY RELEASE POWERBOMB!!  HE LOOKS TO MAKE THE TAG...BUT 
NO ONE'S THERE!!

RP: That's because Curtis is out here, preparing to rip off Tripp's head, or some such 
barbarism.

LVK: Curtis lifts up Tripp--SHADE SLIDES DOWN THE BACK!!


"THUNK!"


"THUNK!"


"THUNK!"


RP: SHADE BASHES CURTIS' HEAD THREE TIME INTO THE TABLE!!

LVK: While inside the ring, Courtade with a front facelock...





"THUUUUUUUUUUUDDDD!!!"



[HUGE POP!!!]



LVK: OH BOY!!  THERE IT IS, JUST ANOTHER STATISTIC, THAT DEADLY DDT!!  THIS SHOULD DO IT...





























ONE!!!!!!!































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!































[But Tripp Shade just happens to be in CC's vicinity as Mark Gioffre gets ready to count three
and...]




THR-SHADE PULLS COURTADE OFF!!


[HUGE HEEL HEAT!!]


LVK: BUT KEN CURTIS IS HOT ON HIS TRAIL!!  SHADE'S GOT NOWHERE TO GO, SO HE SLIDES INTO THE 
RING...




"THUUUUUUD!!!



[POP!!!]


RP: Oh cripes.

LVK: RIGHT INTO A COURTADE SPINEBUSTER!!  THE RING SHOOK FROM THE SHEER POWER EXERTED BY THAT 
MOVE!!!


RP: Jesus, Tripp needs to regroup here.

LVK: Back up, front facelock...





"THUUUUUUUUUUUDDDD!!!"




LVK: JUST ANOTHER STATISTIC PART TWO!!  Cover...
































ONE!!!!!!!!!

































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!































T-NOW STARKS BREAKS IT UP!


[HUGE, 'HERE WE GO' POP!!]


LVK: CURTIS TACKLED STARKS AND THEY JUST ROLLED OUT OF THE RING!!  THEY'RE BEATING THE 
EVERLOVING HELL OUT OF EACH OTHER AND NO ONE IS STOPPING THEM!!

RP: Goddamn you Gioffre, get a grip on your match!

LVK: Curtis and Starks are trading right hands to the side of the ring, Curtis with a kneelift
and now a headbutt stops Starks dead in his tracks!!  Curtis takes step back...



"THWAAAAAAAAACKK!!!"



RP: HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL!

LVK: CURTIS WITH A LARIAT THAT CARRIED BOTH MEN INTO THE CROWD!!  THE COWBOY NEARLY KNOCKED 
STARKS INTO THE STONE AGE, AND HIS OWN MOMENTUM CARRIED HIM INTO SOME YOUNG LADY'S LAP!!

[The Cowboy and Starks immediately get up and head right for each other, resuming their 
fisticuffs right down the aisle and out of camera's view!  A bunch of fans get up and rush to
the wrestlers, watching both men brawl away.  Watching from a distance is Tripp Shade, who 
surveys the action from his place on the mat.]


[HEEL HEAT!]

LVK: Lowblow by Shade and he's right back to his feet, right hand, right hand, Tripp Shade is 
_actually_ fighting with Chris Courtade!

RP: This surprises even me folks.

LVK: Shot to the ropes...fist to the midsection!!  Tripp Shade bounces off the adjacent rope...
Rocker dropper!!  

RP: Tripp brings Courtade right up, into an inverted facelock...


"THUUUD!!!"


LVK: Jumping inverted DDT!!  I never thought I'd see the day Tripp Shade act like he has a set.

RP: Jesus, Van Keel whatsup with you lately?

LVK: Tripp retreats to the corner, and I think we knows what's next...Courtade's up...


"THWAAACK!!"


[TONS OF HEEL HEAT!!]


RP: YES!!

LVK: ZERO HEAT KICK!!  And Shade caught it all!  He's a moron for not covering him.

[Instead Tripp quickly goes outside the ring and retrieves...]

RP: Jack's Hammer!  He's gonna clobber Courtade with it again!

LVK: Chris has shaken off the effects off that wicked superkick as Shade plots his next move.

RP: Courtade turns around...

LVK: Shade swings...


[BIG POP!!]


LVK: COURTADE DUCKED!!  HE'S GOT SHADE, WHO DROPS THE HAMMER...

[The Texan has Shade in a rear waistlock, and in one motion he lifts Tripp in a German suplex...
releases Shade at the height of it...and watches as Tripp falls...

...falls...

...falls...

....and falls some more, until finally hitting the arena floor head and back first, as the crowd
ERUPTS!]


"HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  

"HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  


RP: OH MY GOD!  TRIPP!!

LVK: DEAR GOD!!  DEAR GOD, WHAT A SUPLEX!!  TRIPP SHADE WAS THROWN FROM THE RING TO THE FLOOR
AND HE'S GOTTA BE KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS AT THE VERY LEAST!!  CHRIS COURTADE MAY HAVE MAIMED TRIPP
SHADE IN FRONT OF OUR VERY EYES!!!

RP: That dirty goddamned redneck, look at him, he could care less.

[Cut to the ring, where Courtade isn't even looking at Shade, rather he's fiddling with the 
sledgehammer, checking out the stick it's attached to.  After a quick analyzation, Chris jumps
outside but as the fans clamor for Courtade to do more damage, he simply steps over Shade and 
walks instead to the corner of the ring, to the ring post.]

RP: What in the hell is he...


"CLAAAAAAAAAANNNGGGG!!!"


RP: He just whacked the sledgehammer against the ring post!  What the hell was that for?!?!  
Has Courtade finally lost his friggin' marbles?  Too much whiskey and too many hits to the 
head?

LVK: Look at the handle of the sledgehammer...he broke it!  Courtade broke the sledgehammer!

RP: Awww crapola.  

[The handle isn't totally broken, just with a visible crack in the shaft.  Seeing this, 
Courtade finishes the job, breaking it over his knee and snapping said handle in two!  POP!!]

LVK: Courtade's got the end of that stick, and...I'm not sure what he's got in mind.

RP: That's a pointy friggin handle, cripes look at it.  It looks sharp as hell.

LVK: The handle broke just so, that it forms a point at the very top of it.

[Courtade intentionally pricks his finger on the stick, drawing blood...and he sickly smiles at
his own blood, and begins to walk with purpose toward the still downed Tripp.  HUGE BLOOD 
THIRSTY POP!!]

RP: Oh Jesus, this doesn't look good.

LVK: Oh come on Chris, I dislike Shade as much as the next guy, but don't do this.  Come on 
Chris, use your head son, use your head!

RP: HE'S GONNA IMPALE TRIPP SHADE!!

LVK: He's almost there, oh Jesus I can't watch.

RP: I think I'm going to vomit...

[Courtade kneels down next to Shade, wipes his hair away from his eyes and takes one last long
look at his chosen weapon, the knife he fashioned from what was once the handle of a sledge 
hammer.  He puts a hand on Tripp's face, like a doctor keeping his patient still...and strikes!  
MONSTER BLOOD CURDLING, HE'S NUCKING FUTS POP!!]







"FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!"







[And like that Dr. Courtade is done with his surgery, standing up as the camera zooms in on 
Shade, who's kicking his legs and violently shaking due to the ripped flesh starting just under
his left eye, next to his nose, and crossing his face diagonally to the base of his jaw.  This 
gruesome sight is shown on the RiverTron and the entire place collectively says, "That's fuckin'
sick!"]

RP: THAT'S F[BLEEP]IN' SICK!!

LVK: CHRIS COURTADE HAS SCARRED TRIPP SHADE FOR LIFE!!  HE CARVED HIM LIKE A THANKSGIVING 
TURKEY WITH THE BROKEN HANDLE OF THAT GODDAMN SLEDGEHAMMER!!  WE JUST SAW THE MOST STOMACH 
CHURNING HUMAN DISPLAY I THINK I'VE EVER SEEN!!

RP: And look at the redneck, look at that illiterate hick bastard, he's picking Tripp up and 
throwing him in the ring!!

LVK: Shade is pouring buckets of blood, literally staining the ring from that...I can't even 
describe it.  Shade's blood is staining the canvas and Courtade simply picks him up and sets 
him on the top rope.

RP: He doesn't belong here, he's a f[bleep]ing animal!  He's evil!  He intentionally ripped up 
the face of Tripp Shade, literally _ripped_ _his_ _skin_, with a piece of wood!!!  He belongs 
in a zoo.

LVK: Tripp's just dangling there, probably ready to pass out from lack of blood and Courtade 
charges!!






"THHHWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!"






"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDD!!!!"





[POP!!]


RP: HOLY FRIGGIN' CRAP!!

LVK: Courtade with a lariat that knocked Tripp Shade off the top rope and to the floor!!

RP: He's dead.  He's dead Van Keel.  We finally did it, we killed someone live on TV.

[No Rick, Tripp's still breathing, but breathing hard and most likely wishing he hadn't royally
pissed of Mr. Courtade.  Courtade just casually gets out of the ring, his chest now showing 
some of Shade's blood, and Chris heads for the announce table, pounding on it as the fans go 
wild!!]

LVK: Courtade's going to finish off Tripp Shade right here, right now!!  HE applies a vertical
headscissors...

RP: I'm out of here.

*STATIC*

LVK: Courtade's going to powerbomb Tripp Shade throu-




"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"




LVK: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!  What in God's name?!?!

[HUGE HEEL POP!!]

*STATIC*

RP: I'm back and HE'S ALIVE!!

[Tripp Shade pops up, using the table for support and puts the head of the sledgehammer on the
table!  He wipes away the blood, and there is _alot_ of it, and grabs the head of the 
sledgehammer once more...]





"CLUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNKKKK!!!"





LVK: HE DECKED HIM WITH THE SLEDGEHAMMER!  TRIPP SHADE HAS LAID OUT CHRIS COURTADE WITH THAT
SLEDGEHAMMER _ONE_ _MORE_ _TIME_!!

RP: Tripp's friggin invincible!!

LVK: Shade climbs up to the apron beckoning for Courtade to get up...and the Texan does!  He
turns around, to face the ring...

[And Tripp jumps, grabbing the head of Courtade with his left hand...spinning in midair...
kicking his feet out...]












"CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!"












[...and Tornado DDT'ing Courtade through the announce table!!!!]




"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"  

"R-C-DUB!"  "R-C-DUB!"  
"R-C-DUB!"  "R-C-DUB!"  
"R-C-DUB!"  "R-C-DUB!"  
"R-C-DUB!"  "R-C-DUB!"  

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"  

"R-C-DUB!"  "R-C-DUB!"  
"R-C-DUB!"  "R-C-DUB!"  
"R-C-DUB!"  "R-C-DUB!"  
"R-C-DUB!"  "R-C-DUB!"  

"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"  
"HO-LY SHIT!"  "HO-LY SHIT!"  

"R-C-DUB!"  "R-C-DUB!"  
"R-C-DUB!"  "R-C-DUB!"  
"R-C-DUB!"  "R-C-DUB!"  
"R-C-DUB!"  "R-C-DUB!"  


RP: MY TABLE!

LVK: TRIPP SHADE WITH A TORNADO DDT _THROUGH_ OUR TABLE!!!

RP: My favorite table!

LVK: I always knew Courtade was a little nuts, but Shade is matching him step for step!!  
Tripp Shade is so bloody can't see, yet he's still going!!

[From the wreckage, amazingly, Tripp Shade stumbles to his feet.  His entire face covered in 
blood, Tripp walks a few feet away, trying to get some air and scanning the ground the whole 
time.  He picks up the very stick Courtade used to carve him up, and walks back to the just 
recovering Texan.]


"WHUUUMP!"


"WHUUUMP!"


"WHUUUMP!"


"WHUUUMP!"


"WHUUUMP!"


"WHUUUMP!"


[...one more time, this time with _feeling_.]


"WHU-KRAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!"


RP: Well, now the sledgehammer has no chance of being repaired!

LVK: Sweet Merciful Pete, Tripp Shade just finished off the shaft of that sledgehammer by
_breaking_ it over Courtade's head!!!  

RP: It lead a good life.  May Mighty Mjolnir aka Jack's Hammer rest in peace.

[Not quite done, Tripp chucks the remaining stump over his shoulder and walks to the west of 
the ring.  There, he fetches a steel chair, not even opened, and walks right back to Courtade.
By now, Courtade has spotted the slightly insane former actor and is on his knees.  Botht men 
stand less two feet apart...and Courtade points to his face..._begging_ for it...with one hand 
Tripp traces the scar over his face, and...]











"CLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!"










[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!]






[...flattens Courtade with a wicked, vile chairshot!!]


LVK: DEAR GOD!  TRIPP SHADE HAS LOST IT!!  HE LAID OUT COURTADE WITH THAT CHAIR AFTER CLUBBING
HIM WITH A FRIGGIN SLEDGEHAMMER HANDLE!!

RP:  And now it's Courtade who's bleeding like Van Keel's daughter on prom night!!

LK: Indee-HEY!

RP: Hehehehe.

LVK: Shade brings Courtade into the ring, both men sporting the proverbial crimson mask, and 
Shade's gonna wield that chair again...


"THUNK!"


"THUNK!"


"THUNK!"


"THUNK!"


[HEEL POP!!]


LVK: Down onto the knee with that chair...and now...what in the hell...

RP: I saw this on TV once.  He slipped Courtade's ankle in between that chair, and if you jump
on it just right...

LVK: NO!

RP: Yup.  Payback's a friggin' bitch, ain't it?

LVK: TRIPP SHADE IS AIMING TO BREAK COURTADE'S ANKLE!!  THIS IS GOING TOO FAR, DON'T DO IT
TRIPP!!

RP:  He jumps...



"THUUD!!"



[UBER-FACE POP!]



LVK: COURTADE MOVED!!!!  HE'S UP AND HE'S GOT THE CHAIR....










"CLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!"










LVK: A colossal chairshot!!  Right to the head, but this sonofabitch ain't done...










"CLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!"










[DEAFENING POP!!]

RP: HE BROKE HIS FACE!!  COURTADE MUST HAVE REARRANGED HIS FRIGGIN JAW WITH THAT!!

LVK: TWO VILE, VICIOUS SHOTS TO THE FACE WITH THAT CHAIR HAVE KNOCKED TRIPP SHADE BACK TO 
1993!!

RP: Maybe he'll wear that cool olive shirt again.

[Maybe he will.  But Courtade could care less, as he places the chair just right in the center
of the ring.  He raises up the barely breathing Shade, who's face is covered in his own blood,
the scar still visible, and applies a vertical headscissors in the center of said ring.  With a
grunt, Courtade lifts him up vertical...and drops...]




"THUUUUUUUUUDDD!!!!"



[POP!]


LVK: Piledriver on the chair!!  This is it, he covers...































ONE!!!!!!!!!!

































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!































THR-


[MONDO, MEGA HEEL POP!!]


LVK: Where did _HE_ come from?

RP: Starks came through the crowd just as Courtade hit that piledriver and he came in to break
it up in the nick of time!!!!  Thank Jebus for Tony Starks!

LVK: Starks grabs Courtade, full nelson...


"THUUD!"


RP: Dragon suplex!

LVK: HERE COMES THE COWBOY!!!


"THWWAAAAAAACKK!"


[HUGE, ALMOST COMICAL FACE POP!]


RP: ARRGGH!

LVK: Just as Shade was getting to his feet, Curtis struck him with a lariat that propelled 
Tripp out of the ring!

RP: He should just call it a night.  He needs to go back, have a broad rub his shoulder, and 
then get a friggin IV pumped into him.

LVK: Starks just watches this whole thing go down, and chicken wings both of Courtade's arms...



"THUUD!"


RP: Whoa.

LVK: Thunderous tiger suplex by Starks, and the big man isn't done.  

[Starks pulls up the groggy Courtade, wraps him up, and plunges back with a head and arms 
suplex that Courtade takes head first!  Tony gets to his feet and pulls Courtade to the center 
of the ring, setting him up so...]







"THUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDD!!!"







RP: HOLY CRAP!

LVK: I am not believing this!!  Tripp Shade with a moonsault legdrop to the face of Chris 
Courtade, and now Starks is going to cover...































ONE!!!!!!!!!!































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

































THR-COURTADE KICKS OUT!!


[BIG, BIG, BIG FACE POP!!]


LVK: COURTADE WON'T STAY DOWN!!!  

RP: Don't stop now Tony, keep kicking his ass!!

LVK: Rick Perle. voice of objectivity.

RP: Indeedarooni, or something.

[Starks grits his teeth, and continues the assault, grabbing Courtade around the waist and 
driving back with a German suplex!  Starks immediately gets up and spits in the direction of 
"Cowboy" Ken Curtis, who runs in the ring only to be cut off again by Marc Gioffre!!  HEEL 
POP!!!] 

LVK: DAMMIT!!  Starks is mauling Courtade, and even Shade's in on it!  

RP: Well, he ain't doing a whole lot.  He's just standing on the throat of Courtade will Starks
stomps on him,  But really, can ya blame him?

LVK: Curtis finally got out, but the damage is done.  After taking the lion's share of the 
punishment, I can't imagine this man can go much longer.

RP: Tony puts on a half nelson, and grabs the tights of Courtade...


"THUUUD!!"


LVK: Ooohhhh, right on his head!!!  Starks folded up the Texan like an accordian, here's the 
cover...
































ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!
































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
































THREE!!!


[POP!]

LVK: No no no no no no!!!!!  COURTADE KICKS OUT AGAIN!!!

RP: Dear God, what does this guy eat?

[Starks gets up, obviously frustrated, and motions for Shade to come in.  Tripp steps 'tween 
the ropes, with a chair as Starks brgins Courtade to his feet.  Tony locks in a quick double 
armbar, as Shade takes aim...]













"CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNKKK!!!!!!"













[ROOF SHAKING FACE POP!!!]


[huh?]


LVK: COURTADE GOT AWAY AND LARIATED THE CHAIR!!!!  SHADE'S DEAD, COURTADE TURNS AROUND AND DECKS
STARKS...



"SLAAAAAAAP!!"



RP: Goddamnit!!  Here comes Curtis!!

LVK: Curtis in, he wraps an arm around Starks head...

"THUD!"

LVK: Side Russian legsweep!!  Over to Shade in the corner, he pulls him up...boot, 
headscissors...



"THUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDD!!"


[POP!!!]


LVK: HE PLANTED HIM WITH A POWERBOMB!!  


[The Cowboy turns around, and as Starks charges forward he manages to hook an arm around Tony's
neck, turns to the center, takes a few steps then suddenly kicks his legs out and drops with a
bulldog!!  HUGE POP!!]

LVK: CURTIS HAS CLEARED THE RING!!  COWBOY KEN CURTIS CLEARED THE RING IN A MATTER OF SECONDS
AND NOW HE'S HELPING HIS COMRADE COURTADE TO HIS FEET!!








"THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKK!!!!








[HUGE, EARTH SHATTERING HEEL POP!!]


RP: Whoa!

LVK: NO!!!

RP: CURTIS LARIATED COURTADE!!!  THIS IS GREAT!!

LVK: "Cowboy" Ken Curtis STABBED COURTADE IN THE BACK!!  A SHORT ARM LARIAT, AFTER ALL THE
PUNISHMENT COURTADE TOOK IN THE MATCH!!! 

RP: Curtis brings Courtade to his foot, scoop up...


"THUUUUUUDDD!!!"


RP: SITOUT TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!

LVK: That's HIGH NOON!!

[The Cowboy stands over the fallen, bloody Courtade and crouches down, shoving a finger in
Chris' face as he talks a bit of trash.  Curtis finishes and hops out of the ring, walking 
away from the scene to a MEGA HEEL POP!!!]

LVK: What a nogood, lowdown, backstabbing--

RP: TRIPP COVERS!!!

LVK: ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




































THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



[HUGE, MEGALITHIC HEEL POP!!!]

DS: The winners of the match...in a time of seventeen minutes and three seconds...the team 
of...



TONYYYY STAAAAAAAAAARRRKKSSS


AND


TRIIPP SHHAAAAAAAAAAADDDEEEE!!!!



[Shade and Starks swap a fist-to-fist, as the enormous heel heat continues. They then turn and
climb from the ring.]

LVK: Shade and Starks get the win, thanks mainly to the shocking backstab perpetrated by Ken
Curtis!

RP: Curtis knows better than to align himself against the Legacy! This is the Legacy's night!
One win down, another soon to go!

LVK: Well folks, while we try to get the mess that was once our announcing table cleaned up, 
let's take a look at some of the background between Johnny Axis and Devon Case. The main event
is next!


***Video Package***


[Open up to a freeze-frame split shot of Johnny Axis and Devon Case. Over the top comes Larry
Van Keel's voice.]

LVK[VO]: It was 11 days ago on Impact, when the wrestling world got to witness the 
highly-anticipated first battle between Johnny Axis and Devon Case. With the National title on
the line, it became not a battle to find the true champion, but a battle for survival....

[Axis batters Case's head with the edge of a chair. The Axis Man grabs Case by the head, 
bringing him to all fours and with all his might _throws_ Devon into the guardrail!!  HUGE HEEL
POP!!]

LVK: OHMYGOD!!  THAT GUARDRAIL WAS JUST _DENTED_ WITH DEVON CASE'S HEAD!!  JESUS THIS IS 
GETTING SICK!!

[Freeze.]

LVK[VO]: But when the battle should have ended with the better man claiming the ultimate prize,
all it did was fuel the fire of hatred. Devon Case found out what it is like to tangle with 
Axis and his Legacy friends....the hard way...

[Case nails Axis with an Arabian facebuster. He then throws the steel chair to the mat and 
lifts up Axis....]

LVK: We're gonna see it!  Case Closed, on the chair, Case is gonna break this crooked, filthy,
inhuman, _son_ _of_ _a_ _bitch's_ neck!

RP: Van Keel's on the white powder!  Run for your life!

LVK: He has it hooked, he's gonna do it!

[HUGE HEEL POP!]

RP: YES!!  YES!!

LVK: TONY STARKS IS IN THE RING!!



"SMMMAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!"



LVK: TONY STARKS IS OUT OF THE RING FROM A SUPERKICK!!  

[MORE HEEL HEAT!]

RP: Shade!

LVK: Damnit!  Tripp Shade just blindsided Case with the National Title!!  

[DING DING DING!]

LVK: Herman Gehl calls for the bell, but the Legacy is beating the crap out of Case, stomping 
away at him!!  

RP: This is insane!

LVK: Starks and Shade bring Case to his feet and Axis throws that belt down.  They push Case to
their leader, and Axis hooks Devon...



"KA-LAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNK!!"



[HUGE, HUGE, HEEL HEAT!!]


RP: STOP THE WORLD ON THE BELT!!  *ONTO* THE NATIONAL TITLE!!!

[A close shot shows that Case has been majorly busted open as Tripp Shade pounces on him like a
shark, hammering him with right hands before demanding that Starks pick Case up again.  He does
indeed, and Shade backs up and _drops_ Devon Case with the Zero Heat Kick!  MORE F'N HEEL 
HEAT!!]

LVK: THAT'S ENOUGH, THAT'S ENOUGH!!! SOMEONE STOP THIS, THIS, THIS GLORIFIED MUGGING!!  

RP: No chance baby!!  The Legacy is decimating Case, he won't _make it_ to No Limits!  

LVK: They've got him up again, Axis has Case once more.  Wristlock, now he grabs him around the
waist...




"KA-LAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNK!!"




RP: STOP THE WORLD AGAIN!!  ONTO THE TITLE BELT AGAIN!!!  CASE IS DOWN, CASE IS _DOWN_!!

LVK: THE LEGACY HAS DISMANTLED DEVON CASE!!  THEY'RE STACKING THE DECK, THEY WON'T LET HIM MAKE
IT TO NO LIMITS!!  COURTADE'S IN THE HOSPITAL, THERE'S NO ONE TO HELP DEVON CASE OUT!!

RP: CASE HAS NO CHANCE!!  THEY'LL KILL HIM BEFORE THEY LET HIM GET TO NO LIMITS!!

[One final shot shows all three members stomping the bloody and battered Case viciously as Van
Keel screams.]

LVK: NO LIMITS!!  NO LIMITS!!  THE DECK IS STACKED, AXIS IS UNBEATABLE!!  THE LEGACY IS 
UNSTOPPABLE!! 

[Van Keel's words echo, as the shot goes into slow motion.]

LVK[VO]: Is the Legacy really unstoppable? Will Devon Case become just another victim for 
Johnny Axis, or will he overcome horrific injuries to dethrone the Almighty Hype Machine? The 
time for questioning is over....

....the time for talking is done....

...now is the time for the real battle to commence. To the victor go the spoils....

[Fade out.]


[The camera returns to the ringside position of Larry and Rick. Several other men in blue staff
shirts are buzzing around the area. Two or three have big wooden shards of wood in their hands,
while another pair are moving a replacement broadcast table into position.]

LVK: Yes indeed, Johnny Axis and Devon Case have waged quite the war, and it's about to come to
a head in just a few moments!

RP: Thank God Fletcher decided to have a back-up table out back, huh Van Keel?

LVK: Indeed. 

[The table now in position, Larry and Rick sit down, and the staff members leave.]

RP: This is now my new *favorite* table [grin].

LVK: Good for you Rick. Fans, it's main event time! Take it away Dave!


[Cut to David Stokes, center-ring.]


DS: Ladies and gentleman, we are about to bring No Limits to a close...because _this_ is your
MAIN EVENT of the EVENING!


[POP!]


DS: It is scheduled for one fall, with no time limit and it is for...the RCW NATIONAL 
HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!


[MEGA POP!]


DS: Introducing first.....from Las Vegas, Nevada...weighing 230 pounds...Mr. Match of the 
Midyear...


"DEVIOUS" 


DEVOOOOOONN CAAAAAAAASSSSEEEEE!!!


["Would?" by Alice in Chains plays, bringing a big face pop, because this music heralds the 
arrival of the one and only.."Mr. Match of the Mid Year" Devon Case. Case comes out, clad in 
his "Better than Tampa" t-shirt and black and blue wrestling pants.. and his black 
shitkickers.. not wasting any time getting to the ring.. sliding in under the bottom rope and 
looking around the arena as the cheers get louder.]

LVK: He came close to winning the title last week on Impact, can he get the job done here 
tonight?

RP: No way.

LVK: The real question is over the health of Devon Case - all of those staples keeping his 
scalp closed shut...plus the other injuries from various beatdowns from the Legacy in recent 
weeks. Devon Case is anything but 100% for this match!


DS: And his opponent...


[Their voices raising in volume, the crowd reacts to their newfound lack
of sight.  "Lack of sight?" you ask?  That's right, because the whole
damned venue has just gone stark black.  The Rivertron turns to static,
then--

Vinyl scratching.  Then, nasty, evil-sounding, the opening strains of
"Eyeless" by Slipknot hammer away at the crowd.  The heel heat begins,
raising in tempo with every note.  Suddenly, a heart-stopping scream
tears free of the lead singer's lungs, starting the nasty, fast-paced
lyrics off with a punch!]

#EEEEEYEEEEAAAAHHH!!!#

[HEEL POP FROM HELL!!!  On the Rivertron, the letters "L.O.M." appear in
bright, dripping red, laid against a simple black background. Then the O 
and the M disappear, replaced by the word Legacy.]

#INSANE!?  AM I THE ONLY MOTHERF**KER WITH A BRAIN!?#
#I'M HEARING VOICES, but all they do is complain!#
#How many times have you wanted to kill,#

[Bright blue, a spotlight shines from the entrance portal, backlighting a
solitary figure of questionable size.  Raising his arms out to his sides,
the man in the portal looks like DaVinci's vitrolic man, or a
spread-legged Messiah (boy, does that ever sound bad).]

#Everything and everyone!  Say you'll do it but never will!#

#You can't see California without MARLON BRANDO'S EYES!#
#You can't see California without MARLON BRANDO'S EYES!#
#YOU CAN'T SEE CAL-I-FORN-IA WITH-OUT MAR-LON BRAN-DO'S EYES!#

[Taking his sweet time, that mysterious figure (yeah, right, mysterious)
strides confidently out from the back.  Wearing a huge, stereotypical
heel cocky grin, yellow sunglasses, a fancy silk shirt, some nice dress
slacks, and leather workboots, his goatee-ed self is instantly
recognizable as Johnny Axis.  Pyro shoots up on either side of him as the
houselights raise.]

#I am my Father's son, cuz he's a phantom, a mystery and that leaves me NO-THING!#
#How many times have you wanted to die?#
#It's too late for me. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS GET RID OF ME!#

#You can't see California without MARLON BRANDO'S EYES!#
#You can't see California without MARLON BRANDO'S EYES!#
#YOU CAN'T SEE CAL-I-FORN-IA WITH-OUT MAR-LON BRAN-DO'S EYES!#

[Setting his jaw firm, Johnny struts down the aisle as only he can. 
Chewing gum and walking at the same time, he flips the bird at one fan
here, one fan there, so on and so forth.  As usual, he's taking his time,
showing just how much stroke he has in the company by practically
stopping the show with his long-ass entrance.]

DS: He is the reigning and only two-time RCW NATIONAL HEAVY-WEIGHT CHAMPION.....he weighs 250 
pounds and hails from "the Center of it All"....


...here is.....


JOHNNY AAAAAAAAAXXXIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS!!!!!!!!


    
 _   _  _      
| \ | || | National Heavyweight Championship match   
|  \| || |     
| . ` || |  Johnny Axis (c) vs "Devious" Devon Case
| |\  || |____  
|_| \_||______|
Written by Fletch               



[HUGE FACE POP!!]

LVK: OH BOY!! Devon Case is going right after Johnny Axis...and pummelling him with a series of 
overhand rights!!

*DING DING DING!!*

LVK: There's the bell, but Case didn't even wait for it! He wants revenge for the beating he 
took at the hands of Axis and his Legacy cronies last week on Impact!

[Case Irish whips Axis into the ropes, and jumps up and spins as Axis comes rebounding back, 
catching the champ flush in the face with the heel of his boot!]

LVK: And a BIG heel kick sends Axis crashing to the mat! 

RP: Johnny's up....

LVK: OH! Right into an overhead belly-to-belly suplex from Case! Devon Case is a house of 
fire!!

[Case kips up to his feet, as Axis also climbs back up, looking disoriented. He offers no 
resistence as Case slams a couple of punches into his head, grabs him and puts him into a 
standing headscissor. Case then lifts Axis up as if going for a piledriver, leaving the champ
hanging upside down, but then simply falls forward, driving Axis' face into the mat! POP!]

LVK: Pancake facebuster time!! And now Case....HE GRABS AXIS'S HEAD AND STARTS SLAMMING IT 
INTO THE MAT!!! 

RP: He's out of friggin' control!

LVK: Well Rick, I guess having your head split open so badly that it has to be held together
by staples....I guess going through something like that is ought to bring out the fury in a 
man!

[Referee Marc Gioffre steps in for the first time, trying to get Case to stop with the barrage.
Case climbs off of Axis and gets to his feet, hissed growls escaping from his mouth as he 
angrily pushes his chest into Gioffre, as if daring the official to go further. The fans, being
the authority-hating sorts that wrestling fans are these days, POP!]

RP: Go on, hit him! Then he'll kiss goodbye any chance he had of winning the title...not that 
he ever had much chance!

LVK: How can you say that? Devon Case is one of the most talented young men in all of wrestling,
and he's fired up to boot!

[Turning away from the young Gioffre - who looks a bit bewildered by Case's actions - Devon 
Case grabs hold of Axis and locks him into a front chancery. In a flash he whips Axis over and
to the mat...]

LVK: Snap suplex...and now Case floats over into a pin!










ONE!!



















TWO!!!!



















TH-

RP: Yeah right! I don't *think* so!

[Both wrestlers climb back to their feet, and Case again whips Axis into the ropes. He doesn't
wait for him to come rebounding back though. Case runs into the opposite ropes and bounces off,
gaining momentum and coming running back towards the rebounding Axis. Case lifts his right leg 
into the air as the two arch-rivals near collision-point...]





*SMAAACCCKKKK!!!*





[OUCH-THAT-HAD-TO-HURT POP!!!]






RP: SWEET SASSY MOLASSY! 

LVK: Axis ducked under the attempted Yakuza kick attempt by Case, and then nailed Case with a 
hook kick of his own....RIGHT ONTO DEVON'S JAW!!!

RP: He'll be lucky if he doesn't have to eat through a straw after that!

[Axis hunches over, catching his breath, and then jumps right onto the fallen Case, driving the
point of his left knee into the challenger's forehead. He rocks back onto his haunches, and 
then drives the knee in again...and again...]

LVK: GOOD GOD! Here we go! 

RP: Johnny's ripping into Case's head with those kneeshots! He wants to break open those 
staples!!

[The fans boo in protest, but Axis just keeps on driving in the knee. Finally Marc Gioffre 
tries to push him away, and Axis backs off with a seriously-demented grin...and a patch of 
sticky redness on his kneepad.]

LVK: CASE IS BUSTED OPEN!!

RP: No big surprise there! Those staples keep the skin from peeling apart, but a couple of 
good blows to the wound, and it's open-faucet time!

[Case staggers to his feet, drawing a hand up to his head wound, and pulling it back down to 
study the slick red substance on his fingers. The blood starts to trickle down onto his face, 
but Case doesn't get a chance to do anything about it, because Axis lashes out, catching him 
with a simple front-thrust kick to the side of the face. This drives Case back into the ropes, 
but doesn't knock him down....]

LVK: Case's face is quickly becoming the infamous crimson mask!

RP: Johnny's making him bleed like a virgin girl on Prom Night!

LVK: Rick!




*SAH-LAAAPPPPP!!!!*





[Crowd: Whoooo!!]





RP: Oh yeah! Johnny with a big-ass chop across Case's chest!!





*SAAHH-LLLAAAPPPP!!!*





LVK: And another one!! Now Axis is placing his leg across the back of Case's neck....




*THUD!*




LVK: GUILLOTINE FACE DRIVER!!!

RP: Here's the cover!!





















ONE!!

























TWO!!!





























THR-

LVK: Kickout by Devon Case!!

[FACE POP!]

RP: Johnny back to his feet....

[PROTEST POP as Axis stands over Case, who is on his back, and lifts a boot onto Case's 
forehead. He then starts twisting the sole of the boot into the open and bloody wound. Case
starts thrashing around in obvious pain.]

LVK: OH GOD!! What a disgusting tactic Johnny Axis is employing here!

RP: That's gotta hurt like a bitch!

LVK: The referee now making Axis stop, and the champ isn't taking too kindly to being told what
to do by the young official!

RP: This is Gioffre's first supercard main event right?

LVK: Indeed it is. Gus Moxley has traditionally officiated in these matches, but of course he 
is out of the sport indefinitely thanks to not one, but two, disgusting attacks by none other
than Johnny Axis.

RP: Moxley was a punk. He deserved what he got.

LVK: How? By calling his matches down the line? There was no justification for what Axis did!

[Axis gives Case one more stomp to the headwound, and then turns and walks to the nearby corner.
There he begins climbing....]

LVK: Axis now heading up the turnbuckles....

[FACE POP!!]

LVK: ....CASE IS UP!!

[As Axis makes it to the top rope, Case runs over and knocks his legs out from under him...]

LVK: OOOHHH!!!

[Crowd groan!]

RP: HOLY SQUASHED YAMBAGS!!

[With great agility, Case grabs hold of the top rope and launches himself up onto it. He 
springs and turns in the air, before striking out at the prone Axis with a high impact 
springboard dropkick to the face! The force of the blow sends Axis off of the turnbuckle...]







*THWAAAAACKKKKKK!!!!*







LVK: What a move by Case...and Axis HIT THE UNFORGIVING RINGSIDE FLOOR HARD!!

RP: Did he ever!

[Axis stumbles to his feet at ringside, and Case instantly turns and runs across the ring to 
the other side. He bounces off the ropes, and comes rebounding back at a full sprint. He 
rockets across the ring, and jumps as he reaches the ropes, tucking his arms to his sides and 
soaring like a lunatic gymnast, turning over in the air and coming crashing down on Axis....]







*UGGHHHH-THUU-CRRASSSSHHHHHHH!!!!!*







RP: HOLY GUACAMOLE!!!

LVK: WOW!! DEVON CASE WITH A PICTURESQUE NO-HANDS PLANCHA ONTO AXIS!!!

RP: They both collided with the ring railing pretty damn hard!

LVK: Yes they did...and both wrestlers are DOWN!!

[Marc Gioffre rolls from the ring to check on both competitors, and a few seconds later Case 
grabs hold of the ring railing and uses it to pull himself back to his feet. He pauses to rub 
some of the blood out of his eyes, but does little more than smear it across his red-splattered
face. Axis starts to get up, and Case grabs him by the head....]




*CLAANNKK!!*



[POP!!]



LVK: Case drives Axis's head into the ring railing! And now....






*KAAHH-LUUUUNNKKKK!!!*



[HARDCORE POP!]



LVK: ....he whips the National champ backfirst into the steel railing!!

RP: Damn, Case's *really* bleeding hard now!

LVK: But it doesn't seem to be slowing the Las Vegas native down a bit!





*KAAHHHH-LLUUUUNNKKKK!!*




RP: No it doesn't! There's another whip into the railing for Axis!!

LVK: He's throwing Axis around like the champion was nothing more than a rag doll!

RP: He's got hold of Johnny again.....NOOOOO.....DON'T.....










*KLA-DDAAAAAAAANNNNNNNGGGGG!!!!*






[HUGE HARDCORE/FACE POP!!!]









LVK: OH BOY!!! AXIS SENT SHOULDERFIRST INTO THE STEEL RINGSTEPS!!!

RP: Case is friggin' nuts! He's got that look in his eyes - like he doesn't just want to beat 
Johnny Axis....he wants to cripple him!

[Case drags the ring steps away from the ringpost a bit, and then grabs hold of Axis's head 
again.....]

LVK: What's Case got in mind here?.....

RP: ARRRGGHHHHHH!!!










*KAH-DAAAAAANNNNNKKKKKKKK!!!!!*









[WE-WANT-BLOOD POP!!!]





LVK: MYOHMY!!! Johnny Axis could be seriously hurt after having his face bulldogged into the 
ringsteps!!!

RP: Oh crap!! I dunno if he's hurt bad or not....BUT HE'S BLEEDING BIGTIME!!!

[Axis rolls onto his back on the hard floor, and the camera zooms in to show a nasty cut 
spouting blood from above the champ's right eyebrow. Case pushes the ringsteps out of the way, 
and points skyward, bringing a pop from the nearby fans. He then leaps deftly up onto the ring
railing, pushes off of it, and flips backwards through the air....]

LVK: MOONSAU-OOOHHH!!! 

RP: Johnny got his knees up!!

LVK: A desperation move there by the National champ, blocking the moonsault by driving his 
knees up into Devon Case's chest and midsection!!

RP: It knocked the wind out of Case!!

[Case rolls onto his back, and the nearby fans start up a chant of "DEV-ON, DEV-ON", as both 
wrestlers recover on the floor. Marc Gioffre checks on them both, as the chant starts to get 
louder and louder.]

LVK: Devon Case certainly has gathered quite a fanbase around the nation since he joined RCW a
few months back...listen to the Baltimore faithful chant his name!

RP: Bah, Maryland morons! These idiots cheer for that old fogey Ripken, and how many World 
Series wins did he lead the Orioles to? Huh?

LVK: One, in 1983.

RP: Uh...uh...well, one in a million years. Whoopdedoo!

LVK: Cal Ripken junior may not have won as many World Series titles as he could have, but the 
man is an inspiration to all Americans!

RP: Pffph. Whatever.

LVK: Anyway, Devon Case and Johnny Axis are getting back to their feet!

[Both wrestlers are bloodied and disoriented. Case strikes first, slamming a fist into Axis's 
head, and then reaching over the railing to grab a chair from the front row. He folds it up....]











*KLLAAAAAAANNNKKKKKK!!!!*









[SHOCK POP!!]




LVK: WHOA - Axis *KICKED* the chair right into Case's face!!

RP: Steel on skull...the skull's always gonna come off second best!

[With Case slumped against the ringsteps, Axis picks up the buckled chair from the floor and 
then drops it again at his feet. Brushing a glob of blood from his thick goattee, and then 
rubbing some of the substance from his face, the champ pauses to rub his hand on the ring apron,
leaving a big red smear. He then grabs a similarly-bloodied Case by the hair, and drags him to 
his feet. Case stands uneasily on wobbly legs.]

LVK: Devon Case looks like he's almost out on his feet after taking the steel chair to his face!

RP: Johnny's got that punkhead right where he wants him....

[Right where he wants him is currently being lifted up into a belly-to-back suplex. Axis quickly
grabs hold of both of Case's thighs, and then simply drops forward....]















*KLAAAAAAA-THWAAAAACCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!*






[HIGHSPOT/SHOCK POP!!!]





RP: HOLY SHIZNIT!!! HE DROPPED CASE FACEFIRST ONTO THE CHAIR....ON THE FRIGGIN' FLOOR!!!!

LVK: He didn't just *drop* him facefirst...he DROVE Case DOWN into the chair with that 
belly-to-back powerbomb-type move!! INCREDIBLE!!

RP: Case's head is getting closer to looking like a half-busted raw meat pinata every minute!

[Axis climbs back to his feet, and drags Case up. Case flops about loosely in Axis's arms, his 
face now fully smeared in dark red viscous fluid and his hair matted together in thick clumps 
of the stuff.]

LVK: This is....is...simply gut-wrenching! Devon Case has to have lost a good deal of blood!

RP: Hey, Johnny ain't exactly Mr Clean-Face himself!

LVK: Both men are indeed bleeding profusely from the face and head, but Devon Case is 
definitely the more seriously affected!

RP: Johnny's rolling Case back into the ring now. I've got a feeling it's all over now!

[Axis climbs through the ropes, and drops down into a cover....]

LVK: Here's the count!















ONE!!!






















TWO!!!!!



























THREE-


RP: YES!


LVK: NO! Foot on the ropes!!

[HUGE FACE POP as Gioffre thrusts two fingers into the air. Axis rolls to his feet, looking 
more than a bit surprised and upset. Gioffre points to the ropes, and gestures that Case's foot
was on it. Axis frowns, but then for no reason at all his angry expression melts into a smile. 
Not a happy smile...a sick and twisted grin.]

LVK: Look at Axis! What on earth can be going through the mind of that man?

RP: Who the hell knows? I like Johnny a lot, but he even scares me sometimes!

[Axis helps drag Case to his feet, and bends him over, pulling one of his arms between his own
legs. This leaves Case in a pumphandle set-up, but not for long. Axis lifts Case into the air,
and then drops back to the mat, flipping him over to land facefirst on the mat!]

LVK: Again Axis goes after Case's head....this time with a crunching FACEFIRST PUMPHANDLE 
SUPLEX!!!

RP: Damn, what a nice move!

LVK: And now Axis hooks the leg!











ONE!!!
























TWO!!!!



























THREE-




[FACE POP!!!]


LVK: Case got his shoulder up, and the match continues!!

[Axis climbs back to his feet, pushing three fingers into Marc Gioffre's face. Gioffre shakes
his head vehemently and holds up two fingers. Axis growls angrily, and then drags Case up to
his feet. He leaves Case swaying upright, and moves in behind him, before hooking on a rear 
waistlock....]

LVK: Back-elbow by Case...but it missed! Axis ducked it, and now he's got the waistlock back 
on....

RP: GERMAN SUP- 

LVK: NO! CASE LANDED ON HIS FEET!!

[Having flipped through the release German suplex and landed on his feet, Case staggers back 
and only just manages to keep his balance. Axis quickly rolls to his feet, and lunges at Case
with a clothesline. But Case ducks it, and simultaneously drives a knee up into the champ's 
gut...]

LVK: Devon Case now...hooking Axis into a full-nelson...hooks a leg.....


*THUD!*


LVK: OH! Johnny Axis's face driven into the mat by a full-nelson forward Russian legsweep!

RP: Damnit!

LVK: Wait! Case still has hold of the champ's head....

[FACE POP!!]

LVK: ....HE'S GOT HIM HOOKED INTO AN STF SUBMISSION HOLD!!!

[Case wrenches back on the facelock, blood from Axis's face smearing all over his forearm. 
Case's own head is caked in hardening blood, and he grimaces with determination through the 
sticky red mask. Axis can do little more than groan in pain....]

RP: Don't tap out! Don't tap out! 

LVK: This could be it....this could definitely be....BUT NO! Johnny Axis made the ropes in a 
last-ditch attempt!

[A disappointment Pop escapes the crowd as Gioffre makes Case break the hold. Case rolls onto 
his hands and knees, coughing and then spitting a mouthful of blood onto the mat, which brings
a few disgusted groans from the front-row fans. He then pushes up to his feet with a grunt of 
effort.]

LVK: I'm amazed by the intenstinal fortitude being exhibited by both of these fine wrestlers.
They've both lost a lot of blood, could very well have fractured some bone in their faces, and
have taken some unbelievable blows. Any ordinary person would have passed out by now, but 
obviously these two great competitors are far from ordinary!

[Case staggers over to a corner, and starts climbing up the turnbuckles. The fans start to
cheer him on, and within seconds he is on the second rope, facing into the ring. Axis starts 
to get up, and Case jumps....]


*THUD!*


LVK: OH BOY!! DEVON CASE WITH AN ATTEMPTED CROSS BODYBLOCK...BUT JOHNNY AXIS DROPKICKED HIM OUT
OF THE AIR!!

[Case writhes on the mat, one arm clutching at his ribcage. Axis climbs to his feet, shakes 
his head to clear away the proverbial cobwebs, and then drags Case up by a handful of hair. He
hoists Case into the air, and then brings him down across his outstretched knee, impacting 
further on the sore ribs!]

RB: Johnny's going right after the ribcage now....what a stomachbreaker!

LVK: He may be one of the most despicable human beings you'll ever meet, but Johnny Axis is one
helluva wrestler, and he's an expert at targetting a specific part of the body!

RB: 'Bout time you said something good about him!

LVK: I said he could wrestle...he's still a low-life creep! And that creep is making a cover 
right now!!



















ONE!!!






























TWO!!!!!!





























THREE- NO!! Devon Case refuses to give up!

RP: He'll give up in a minute, when Johnny Axis breaks his freaking ribs!!

[Axis does indeed keep at the ribs, by rolling Case into a sitting position, and then dropping
down behind him, driving a knee into his back, and then pulling back on his arms...]

LVK: Axis now employing a painful surfboard maneuver!

RP: I speak from experience when I say that this one hurts worse than it looks. You can really
feel it pull back on the shoulderblades and the ribs.

LVK: Devon Case looks like he's certainly feeling it!

[Axis realises that Case isn't about to submit from the surfboard, so lets go of his arms, 
letting Case slump forwards to the mat. Case pushes up to his hands and knees and starts to 
crawl away from Axis, but the champ simply walks over and drives a boot into his adversary's 
side.]

LVK: Johnny Axis now in firm control of this match, and it could be just a matter of time 
before Devon Case runs out of energy! 

RP: Johnny needs to keep working on the ribs and back. Throw in an abdominal stretch, a Boston
crab...anything that'll keep pulling at the ribcage!

[Case gets to his feet, hunched over, and Axis moves in front of him. He underhooks both arms,
and then lifts Case into the air and flips him over, releasing the arms. Axis drops down to one
knee, with the other knee sticking out, onto which Case lands backfirst....]

RP: That's it! 

LVK: Axis continuing the punishment with an underhook backbreaker drop!

[After hitting the outstretched knee, Case bounces to the mat and rolls over a few times, 
before coming to rest near the ropes. His head and upper chest sticks under the bottom rope 
onto the apron, while one arm clutches at the small of his back. Axis pauses briefly to look
out at the fans and smile arrogantly. HEEL POP! He then grabs Case's legs, hooks the ankles 
under his armpits, and falls back to the mat....]

LVK: OH! What a move! 

RP: It drove Case's throat up into the bottom rope!

LVK: And Devon Case is now coughing and gagging for air!

RP: Van Keel, Johnny Axis is a brilliant, brilliant man! He's knocked the crap out of Case's 
head, weakened up his ribs, and now he's cutting off his air supply! 

LVK: I don't know whether to give this madman credit for planning all of this, but it is indeed
a lethal combination of offense!

[Axis climbs back to his feet, still smiling.]

LVK: Johnny Axis looks *very* pleased with himself....unless of course that smile is a demented
side-effect of his blood loss, which wouldn't surprise me at all!

[Axis pulls Case back into the center of the ring, by his legs, and rolls him onto his stomach.
He then steps over Case's fallen body and proceeds to sit down on the LKI member's back, 
before grabbing both of his arms and pulling them up over his knees, and then hooking Case's 
chin and pulling back....]

RP: Axis is taking Case to wrestling school Van Keel! Look at this Camel Clutch!

LVK: Not exactly a devastating move, but obviously part of Axis's plan to wear down Devon Case 
bit by bit!

[Case groans in pain, his red-masked face grimacing and grunting. Marc Gioffre asks the 
question, but Case grunts out a "no".]

LVK: I'd be very surprised if Devon Case gave up here....

[One of Axis' hands snakes close to Case's mouth, which turns out to be a mistake. Case adjusts
his head as much as he can in Axis's grasp, and pulls a finger into his mouth. He clamps down
hard, bringing a loud scream of pain from Axis! POP!]

RP: Hey! He's friggin' biting him!

LVK: Certainly unorthodox from Devon Case, but sometimes unorthodox is necessary in war!

[Axis lets go of Case's head, dropping him to the mat, and Case quickly follows up by grabbing
hold of one of the champ's ankles, and pulling up. This sends a surprised Axis toppling onto 
his back. Case drives up to his feet, holding onto both of Axis's legs, and then turns him over.
......]

LVK: WHOA!! Case reversed....INTO A SHARPSHOOTER LEGLOCK!!!

RP: A *very* painful hold!

[Case pulls back on the legs, his teeth clenched in determination. Axis groans and thrashes
against the mat, but does not tap. Finally Case runs out of strength, and lets go of Axis's
legs, and falls forward to his hands and knees.]

LVK: Case just didn't have enough energy to keep the hold on!

RP: Ha! Fool!

LVK: And now Axis is back to his feet, and dragging Case up.....






*THUMP!*






LVK: Headfirst into the top turnbuckle goes the bloodied head of Devon Case!





*THUMP!*



RP: And again!!



[Axis goes for a third, but Case blocks it by raising a leg into the second turnbuckle. He 
breaks free of Axis's hold, and returns the favor...]



*THUMP!*



[FACE POP!!]




LVK: Yet again Devon Case comes powering back, and the fans love it!

RP: Damn, look at the blood splatter against the turnbuckle cover! I've seen less blood in 
vampire movies!

LVK: Both wrestlers are indeed cut open badly, and their faces and upper bodies are drenched 
in blood!

[Having slammed Axis's head into the turnbuckle a few times, Case follows up with a couple of
short jabbing punches to the face. Axis staggers away from the corner, and Case takes him down
to the mat with a legtrip. He floats over onto Axis's back, and then swings his legs around and
applies a legscissor to the champ's head....]

LVK: Both men on the mat now, and Devon Case with a headscissor locked on tight. No doubt he's
using this to catch his breath, and clear his head a bit. 

RP: That's gonna be tough when a good portion of your life fluid is splattered across the ring!

LVK: Indeed, indeed.

[Finally Case lets go, and pulls Axis up to his feet. He then drops to one knee in front of 
Axis, and reaches up through his leg. Pulling Axis down into a fireman's carry, Case then rolls
to the side, pulling Axis over into a pinning predicament.]

LVK: Kido Clutch cradle!! 











ONE!!!






















TWO!!!!

























TH- But Axis drives out at two and a bit!

[Case and Axis return to their feet, and Case sets up for a suplex. He lifts Axis up, but the
champ wriggles free and drops to his feet behind Case. Case spins around, and Axis whips him 
into the ropes. Case rebounds, and Axis grabs him and sends him flying through the air with a 
Japanese armdrag....]

LVK: OH! Case flipped through the armdrag and landed on his feet!!

RP: Damn him and his unbelievable agility!

LVK: Into the ropes goes Case again....Axis spins around.....










*THWAAAACCCKKKKK!!!!!!!!*








[HUGE FACE POP!!!]







LVK: DEAR GOD!! A BONE-JARRING YAKUZA KICK BY DEVON CASE!!!

RP: Axis went down like a small tree under a bulldozer!!

LVK: Listen to the fans!!

[The chant of "DEV-ON, DEV-ON" starts up again, the capacity Baltimore Arena crowd rising to 
their feet and cheering their lungs out as Case again tries to rub blood from his eyes, and 
then points to the top turnbuckle.]

LVK: Devon Case signalling that he's going to take to the air!!

RP: He's climbing up alright. What's he got in mind....

[Standing on the top turnbuckle, Case looks around momentarily, and then leaps.....]



*THUD!*



LVK: FROG SPLASH!!! That's one of Case's favorite moves....and he NAILED IT!!!

RP: Johnny's not moving!!

LVK: HERE'S THE COVER!!!














ONE!!!!



























TWO!!!!!





























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-






[DISAPPOINTMENT POP!!!!]






LVK: NO!! IT WAS ONLY TWO!!!!

RP: Phew!

LVK: That must have been two and 99 one-hundredths! I'm not going to doubt the call by Marc 
Gioffre, but that was damned close!

RP: Gioffre made the right call...I could see from here.

LVK: You're full of crap. You're saying that because Axis survived!

[Case slumps back against the ropes, breathing rapidly, his eyes blinking rapidly as he tries
to take in the fact that he didn't get the 3-count. He then climbs to his feet, leaving Axis 
lying near the ropes. Case climbs through the ropes onto the apron, and turns to face into the
ring. A moment later he launches himself up and over the top rope, swinging down to land 
legfirst across the champ's chest.....]

LVK: And now Case pulls off a slingshot legdrop!! HE'S COVERING!!














ONE!!!



























TWO!!!!!






























THR- But Axis gets his foot onto the ropes!! The champ survives again!

RP: Johnny's not gonna give up that easy! He's gonna have to be dead to give up that belt!

LVK: Unfortunately, I'm afraid that you might be right.

[Case again rolls back to the mat in exhaustion. After a few seconds he climbs to his feet, and
slides from the ring, where he grabs a chair.]

LVK: Case has a chair!

RP: He knows he can't beat Johnny fairly! Cheater! Cheater!

LVK: Relax Rick - he's not using it to hit Axis, he's setting it up in the ring!

[Marc Gioffre steps forward, but then decides to let it go. Case drags Axis up and sits him 
into the chair. The champ rocks from side to side, looking as if he might topple off the chair
at any moment, but somehow he stays on it. Case again climbs onto the apron, and grabs the top
rope. He slingshots himself up, and springs off the top strand, flying through the air....]








*KAH-RUUNNCH-THUD!!!*








[SHOCK POP!]








LVK: OH MY GOD!!! Case went for some kind of slingshot press, but Axis rolled off of the 
chair...AND CASE LANDED HARD ON THE METAL OBJECT!!!

RP: He caught his chin on the back of the chair...he might have knocked out some teeth, bitten
off his tongue...he could have a broken jaw!

LVK: Case is writhing in a lot of pain!

RP: Johnny's rolling from the ring!

[Axis drops to his feet on the ringside floor, staggering in a slight daze. He shakes his head
a few times, and then staggers over to the timekeeper's table....]

LVK: What's Axis doing?....he's getting the National title belt!!

RP: Gioffre's checking on Case...he doesn't see.

[Axis slides back into the ring, hiding the belt behind his back. Gioffre turns back to Axis,
and the champ begins to point at the twisted steel chair, outwardly protesting about its 
presence in the ring. Gioffre doesn't understand for a moment, and then goes over to get rid 
of the chair. As he does this, Case gets up to one knee.....]








*CRAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!*












[HUMONGOUS PROTEST POP!!!!!]










LVK: GOOD GOD!!! AXIS USED THE TITLE BELT AS A WEAPON!! HE DROVE IT DOWN ONTO THE TOP OF DEVON
CASE'S HEAD!!!

RP: Gioffre didn't see!!! IT'S OVER BABY!!!

LVK: Axis is now MAKING THE COVER!!!






















ONE!!!!!
































TWO!!!!!!!





























RP: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






LVK: NO!!! SOMEHOW.....CASE KICKED OUT!!!!



[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!]



LVK: The resiliency of these two men is nothing short of INCREDIBLE!!!

RP: Case should be a retarded mess of blood and damaged braincells by now...he can't be kicking
out of pinfall attempts!!

LVK: Don't tell Devon Case that!

[Axis throws the now-blood-spattered belt from the ring, and drops to his knees, cradling his 
head in his hands in disbelief. He stays this way for a few seconds, as Case rolls onto his 
side and then remains unmoving.]

LVK: I don't think Johnny Axis can believe how much punishment Devon Case has taken, without 
giving up. There's no doubt in my mind that this is the greatest challenge Axis has ever had 
for his National title!

[Axis climbs back to his feet, and drags Case up, immediately hooking him in a front chancery.
He then lifts Case up into a vertical suplex, but Case escapes and drops to the mat, hooking 
Axis in an inverted facelock....]

LVK: OH BOY!!!! 

[As the fans rise in anticipation of The Strip inverted DDT, Axis spins out of the facelock, 
and hooks his arms around Case's midsection, before throwing him and back to the mat!]

RP: OH YEAH!!! JOHNNY GOT OUT OF THE STRIP AND HIT A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!!

LVK: Incredible counter-wrestling by both men!!

RP: Here comes the 123!!!














ONE!!!!!




























TWO!!!!!!!!!




























THRE-




LVK: TWO AND ONLY TWO!!! CASE GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!!!

[The Baltimore fans show their appreciation, rising and POPping bigtime!]

RP: Case must have used up his nine lives by now! Finish him Johnny!

LVK: I think he's looking to do that right now!!

[Axis slams a couple of punches into Case's face, and locks the challenger into an inverted 
facelock. He smiles deviously through a mask of blood....]

LVK: Axis looking to finish Case off with his own finisher! The ultimate in insults!!

RP: No....he's lifting him.....

LVK: REVERSE SUPLEX......BUT CASE LANDED ON HIS FEET!!!!!









*THUUUUUDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!*












[SHAKE-THE-FOUNDATIONS FACE POP!!!!!!!]













LVK: THE STRIP!!! CASE HIT IT!!!! WE COULD HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!!!!













ONE!!!!!





























TWO!!!!!!




























THREEEEEEEEEEE-





[?]









RP: HOLY SHIZNIT!!! JOHNNY KICKED OUT AT TWO AND JUST ENOUGH!!!

LVK: In-cred-ible!

[Case can't believe it. He staggers to his feet, and holds up three fingers hopefully to 
Gioffre, but Gioffre shakes his head and offers two fingers in return. Case staggers into the 
ropes, and slumps over the top strand.]

LVK: Devon Case can't believe it, and to be honest, neither can I!

RP: Johnny even surprised *me* there! I've never seen anyone kick out after The Strip!

LVK: Case now dragging Axis up...and throwing him through the ropes to the floor!

RP: This is what got them both bloodied up to hell before! They're gonna kill each other if 
this keeps up!

[Case climbs out after Axis, as the champ gets back to his feet. Case simply fires a punch into
the bloody forehead of Axis, followed by another. Each shot sends Axis stumbling back a step, 
but the champ suddenly fires off a response. Case punches....Axis punches....Case punches...
Axis punches....]

LVK: The champ and the challenger now trading punches, standing toe-to-toe at ringside duking
it out like a pair of blood-drenched heavyweight boxers!

RP: Case kicked him in the gut...he's gonna suplex him....

LVK: But Axis reverses....







*CLAAANNGGGGGG!!!!!*




[Crowd groanathon!]




RP: HOLY MOTHER OF MERCY!!!

LVK: Axis dropped Case crotchfirst onto the ring railing!! 

RP: His head....his ribs....his throat....and now his yambags....Case is running out of 
bodyparts!!

[Case stays astride of the ring railing, his mouth open in stunned shock. A few seconds later
he slides off and flops to the ringside floor. Axis staggers away from him, lifts up the ring
apron cover, and reaches under the ring.....HARDCORE POP!!]

RP: Johnny's getting.....A TABLE!!! OH YEAH!!!

LVK: As if these two men haven't been through enough punishment....Johnny Axis wants to up the
ante!

[Axis opens up the table and sets it up parallel with the ring apron, before starting to pull
Case up by the hair. But before Case gets to his feet, he powers up with a European uppercut!]

LVK: Case with a blow to the champ....and a kneelift knocks Axis back onto the table!!

RP: Uh oh!!

[Showing great urgency for a guy who is covered in blood and who has to be hurting from most
parts of his body, Case slides into the ring under the bottom rope, and quickly climbs to the 
top turnbuckle. The fans rise in anticipation.....]

LVK: Case...Case.....CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSEEE!!!!!!










*KRAAA-SMMMMAAAAAA-THUUDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!*








[ENORMOUS FRIGGIN' HARDCORE HIGHSPOT POP!!!]



*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*




*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*




*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*





RP: HOLY GUACA-FRIGGIN'-MOLE!!!! 



LVK: DEVON CASE.....A SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO AXIS....THROUGH THE TABLE!!!



*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!! ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!! ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!! ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*



*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!! ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!! ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!! ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*



*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!! ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!! ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*
*ARGH-SEE-DUB!!! ARGH-SEE-DUB!!!*



[Case and Axis lay unmoving amidst the wreckage of the table, as the entire arena continues to
explode with noise.]


LVK: Simply incredible! A-MAZ-ING!!!!

RP: They're both DEAD!! They have to be DEAD!!!

LVK: Marc Gioffre is checking on them, but I'd be *very* surprised if either of these men gets
up from that!

RP: I tell ya Van Keel! They're dead!!

LVK: And now Gioffre's starting a count! What a horrible way to end this match!



*ONE!!*



*TWO!!*



*THREE!!*



*FOUR!!*


*FIVE!!*



RP: Case is up!

LVK: And Gioffre stops the count! Case now sliding back into the ring...he looks a bit 
disoriented, and who can blame him?

[Case finally realises what's happening, and slides back out of the ring. He pushes aside large
blood-spattered wooden shards of table, and drags Axis up by the hair, to a POP from the 
crowd!]

LVK: Case now rolling the champ back into the ring, and Johnny Axis looks to have a nasty cut
on his back after being driven through the table!

RP: More blood....this is a friggin' bloodbath!

LVK: It sure is! Case now leaving Axis on the mat....I think he's going to climb the 
turnbuckles again!

[Case again points to the top turnbuckle, but instead of immediately climbing them, he drops
to his knees, coughing and sputtering in pain. A hand draws up to his ribs as he groans loudly.
But fighting the pain as he knows he must, Case drives up to his feet and staggers to the 
corner. He pushes up onto the first rope, then the second....as Axis stumbles to his feet a 
few feet away....]

LVK: Devon Case finally makes it to the top turnbuckle....but....AXIS!

RP: HO-BOY!! 

LVK: He knocked the legs out from under Case!

[This leaves Case sitting on the top turnbuckle, facing out of the ring. Axis climbs up onto 
the bottom rope, and drives his forearm into the back of Case's head a couple of times, and 
then turns around to face into the ring. Grabbing hold of Case's head and jamming it down onto
his shoulder, Axis jumps....]










*THUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!*









[HIGHSPOT POP!!!!]










LVK: TOP-ROPE GUILLOTINE NECKBREAKER!!!!!

RP: That's it!! IT'S OVER!!! STICK A FORK IN CASE, BECAUSE HE'S DONE!!!

LVK: Axis slowly rolling over....HE HAS THE COVER!!!














ONE!!!!





























TWO!!!!!!!


























THREEEEEEEEEE-









[BRITNEY-SPEARS-POSED-NAKED-FOR-PLAYBOY FACE POP!!!!!]







LVK: AGAIN!! AGAIN CASE KICKS OUT!!!!

RP: HE'S THE FRIGGIN' TERMINATOR!!! HE'S JUST NOT HUMAN!!!

[The fans continue to pop and then chant "DE-VON, DE-VON" at a deafening volume, as both 
wrestlers remain down on the mat. Finally Axis rolls to his knees, and then up to his feet,
his chest heaving with breath, and his face a sheen of blood and sweat. Even his upper body 
is splattered in blood, while a stream of the red fluid seaps from the wound in his back. Case,
who remains on the mat, looks even worse, his hair a matt of sticky clumps of blood, his face
a mask of crimson, and his upper body crusting with drying life-fluid.]

LVK: I'm not sure how much longer Marc Gioffre can let this match go on. The amount of blood 
lost...it just *can't* be healthy! 

RP: No shit! They're gonna need to get pumped with new blood for sure!

LVK: Devon Case now struggling up to his feet, and Johnny Axis has him lined up for something...

[Axis spins on the spot, sticking out an arm ended in a tight fist. Somehow Case has the state
of mind to duck the ugly backfist, and then hook a waistlock onto Axis from behind!]

LVK: Case ducks the Uraken....




*THUD!*





LVK: HIGH-ANGLE GERMAN SUPLEX!!! HE'S BRIDGED!!!!!!















ONE!!!



























TWO!!!!!!!





























THREEEEEEEEE- BUT NO!!! THE MATCH CONTINUES!!

RP: How? How the hell are they still standing?

LVK: Beats me Rick. Case now back to his feet slowly, and he's climbing from the ring!

RP: He's running away! Case realises he's never going to beat Johnny Axis - he's giving up!

LVK: No he's not! He's....setting up ANOTHER TABLE!!!

RP: OH CRAP!!

[Case sets up the table parallel with the apron, and then climbs back into the ring. He starts
to drag Axis up, but as Axis reaches his knees, he lashes out...]

LVK: OH!! LOW BLOW BY AXIS!! 

RP: Case's 'nads have taken more hits tonight than an OJ Simpson girlfriend!

LVK: Axis now to his feet....he's lifting Case up onto his shoulders!

[He adjusts Case into a fireman's carry, but then suddenly starts to grimace with effort. He 
stumbles forward, manages to stop, and then staggers backwards....]

LVK: I don't think Axis has got the effort left to hold Case up on his shoulders! He's going 
to fall over!!

RP: Stay strong Johnny! Or drop him on his head!!

[The look on Axis's face shows that he's definitely not in control. He staggers forward again,
his left leg locking straight to stop himself, but then he goes rapidly stumbling backwards, 
towards the ropes......


...into the ropes....


.....OVER THE ROPES!!!!....]













*KAH-RUUUUNNNCCCHHH-THUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!*











[HOLY-SHIT-DID-THAT-JUST-HAPPEN POP!!!!]





*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*




*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*




*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*
*HO-LY SHIT!! HO-LY SHIT!!*





LVK: OH....MY.....GOD!!! JOHNNY AXIS WASN'T ABLE TO KEEP HIS BALANCE....HE AND CASE WENT 
TUMBLING OVER THE TOP ROPE AND THROUGH THE SET-UP TABLE!!!

RP: They both took the brunt of it too!

LVK: I hate to say it....but I think that's the end of the match fans. There's no way they're
getting up from that!

[Marc Gioffre, a look of real concern on his face, drops to the floor and starts to check on
both men. He pops back up and immediately starts signalling towards the back....]

RP: What's the ref doing?

LVK: I think....yes, he is! He's calling for the medics!

RP: Who's hurt? Johnny or Case?

[Three EMTs rush down the aisle, two of them wheeling a stretcher between them. The sight of
this turns the crowd into a loud mass of murmuring confusion.]

LVK: Here come the medics....but Marc Gioffre...I think he's calling for more!

[That's what he does, and one of the EMTs rushes back through the entranceway portal. A moment
later he comes back out with another stretcher, and a fourth EMT behind him.]

RP: *Two* stretchers? DAMN! That doesn't sound good!

LVK: I think we can assume that both Case and Axis are badly injured from that fall. This is 
certainly not what anyone wished for!

[The EMTs reach the center of attention, and begin tending to Case and Axis, as Gioffre looks
on in concern, and the crowd murmurs in concern and confusion.]

LVK: This is very bad fans. Devon Case and Johnny Axis are indeed both being loaded onto 
stretchers...this match is sadly over.

[Even RCW owner Clint Fletcher comes running down the aisle and joins in the mass of people, a
look of deep worry on his face.]

RP: Fletcher's out, and he's got to be worried about this more than anyone. These are his two
headline performers!

LVK: I think he's more concerned that both of these men are alright, Rick! Case and Axis are 
now loaded onto the stretchers, and they're starting to wheel them out of here....

[The first stretcher - the one with Case on it - makes it to the other side of the ring, near 
the aisle, when it suddenly stops. The EMTs crowd around it, but then suddenly scatter, and a
HUGE FACE POP goes up!]

LVK: DEAR GOD!!! DEVON CASE IS UP!!! HE JUST CLIMBED UP OFF THE STRETCHER!!!

RP: WHAT?!

LVK: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!

[Case, his glazed eyes staring out of a crimson mask, pushes an EMT aside, and grabs hold of 
his stretcher with both hands. Now that it's empty, it's light and easily maneuverable, so Case
pulls it around, and then rams it right at Axis's stretcher! HUGE POP!!]

RP: ARRGHHH!!! HE'S TRYING TO KILL JOHNNY AXIS!!! DEVON CASE IS A FREAKIN' LUNATIC!!!

LVK: I can't quite believe it myself! Devon Case now pushing the stretcher aside...and he's 
dragging Axis off of his stretcher!!

RP: STOP HIM!!

[Some of the fans scream, but most let rip with a THUNDEROUS FACE POP, loving every minute of
it!]

LVK: Not even serious injury is going to stop Devon Case from getting his revenge on Johnny 
Axis!! 

[An EMT tries to jump in to break it up, but President Fletcher pulls him back, shaking his 
head furiously. Marc Gioffre looks around in confusion, as Case tips over the stretcher, 
dropping Axis onto the floor....]

RP: He's beating on an injured man!! THIS IS HORRIBLE!

LVK: No more horrible than what Johnny Axis and the Legacy have been doing for months now! IT'S
PAYBACK TIME!!!

[Marc Gioffre finally snaps out of his state of shock, and grabs Case by the shoulder, spinning
him around. He begins telling Case to stop, and this prevents Case from realising that Axis is 
getting up to his knees behind him....]

LVK: Lookout....AXIS!!

[Crowd groan!]

RP: AXIS IS ALIVE!!! HE'S A-LIVE!!

LVK: He sure is, and *again* he nails Case with a low blow! This has to be the record for most
low blows in one match!

RP: Johnny's climbing back to his feet! I thought he was dead....or at the very least 
unconscious!

[Axis staggers blindly into a stretcher, sending it wheeling into the ring railing. He 
clumsily pushes it out of the way, and grabs a chair from near the timekeeper's table....]

LVK: UH-OH!! AXIS HAS A CHAIR!!! 

RP: Gioffre looks like he might disqualify Johnny - but Fletcher is telling him not to! What 
the hell!

LVK: President Fletcher doesn't want this match to end in anything other than a clean pinfall!

RP: Damn him!

LVK: Lookout!






*KAH-DAAAAANNNNNGGGGG!!*





LVK: OH! Axis brings the chair down onto Case's head! It wasn't a very hard chairshot, but 
given the condition of both men, that's hardly surprising!

RP: It did the job though - Case is on dream street!!

LVK: LOOKOUT!! They're coming over here!!

[The camera shows Larry and Rick get out of their chairs and back up, as Axis sends Case 
sprawling onto the announcer's table, scattering a monitor and some papers.]

RP: This is a bit too close for my liking!

LVK: Mine too! 

[Axis hunches over and spits out a ball of bloody phlegm, before staggering to the table and 
starting to clumsily climb onto it! HARDCORE ANTICIPATION POP!]

LVK: MY GOD!! AXIS IS CLIMBING ONTO OUR TABLE!!

RP: NO NO NO!!! NOT AGAIN!!!

[Rick tries to back away, but finds his way blocked by the ring railing. Axis stands atop the 
table, and drags Case up to his knees, and then to his feet, before wrenching him into a 
standing headscissor....]

LVK: OH NO! HE WOULDN'T....HE COULDN'T....












*KAH-CRASSSHHHH-KRCHKKK-THWAAAA-BKKKKHHHH!!!!!!*












[HARDCORE POP TO END ALL HARDCORE POPS!!!!!!!]










LVK: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!!! THERE GOES OUR TABLE - THE SECOND TABLE WE'VE LOST TONIGHT!!! IT'S 
IN A HUNDRED PIECES THANKS TO JOHNNY AXIS, WHO PILEDROVE DEVON CASE THROUGH IT!!!

RP: HOLY SHI*pfzzt* THAT WAS FREAKING UN*pfzt-jsssssttt*!!!!!

LVK: Rick, I think your headset connection is having a few problems....but...WOW!! Devon Case 
got up before, but there's absolutely *NO* way he's getting up now! 

RP: MOTHERF*fzssppptt* HEADSET!!

[Larry and Rick stand a few feet from what used to be their broadcast table. Now it's nothing 
more than a pile of broken wooden shards, scattered papers, and the twisted body of Devon Case.]

LVK: The fans have gone strangely silent...I think they realise that their hero has just had 
his title chances brutally blown away. Devon Case fought one helluva fight - probably the 
hardest of Johnny Axis's career - but it's over.

[One of the EMTs tries to get to Case, but Axis slugs him straight in the face, sending the 
medic flying to the floor! HEEL POP!!!]

LVK: OH MY GOD! Johnny Axis isn't letting Case get medical attention! That sick SON OF A 
BITCH!!!

RP: Hey, got a new headset....Johnny's not finished! He's rolling Case back into the ring!!

LVK: I can't believe that Fletcher and Gioffre are letting this continue!

[Axis climbs into the ring, his usually-smiling face now slack with exhaustion and blood loss. 
He stands over Case, who isn't moving at all, and then the smile suddenly returns. He holds his
arms up to the crowd....HEEL POP!!!]

LVK: Why doesn't he pin him and get it over with? 

RP: Because Johnny's always been one for doing things right. He wants to soak this up! He has 
single-handedly destroyed one of the so-called superstars of this sport! 

LVK: The sadistic bastard! Pin him!

[Axis does nothing of the sort. He looks down at Case, smiling from underneath a bloody facade,
and then casually walks over to the nearby corner. There, he starts to climb the 
turnbuckles....]

RP: Johnny's gonna pound Case into the mat! When he's finished, Case'll just be a distant 
memory!

LVK: Axis climbing the turnbuckles...and now he's standing at the top...smiling! BASTARD!

[Axis soaks up the chorus of boos which fill the arena, and then points down at Case, before 
leaping high into the air....]







*THUUUDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!*









[SHAKE-THE-FOUNDATIONS FACE POP!!!!]









RP: WHAT?!? NO....IT....IT CAN'T BE!!!

LVK: CASE ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY OF THE WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE ELBOWDROP!!! I WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT 
IF I HADN'T SEEN IT WITH MY OWN EYES!!!

[The place is now going absolutely nuts, as Axis lies facedown on the mat. Case also lies 
facedown, and the camera zooms in on the bloody mess which passes for his head. His eyes open
and close, not really focussing on anything, and a stream of drool and blood trickles from his
mouth.]

LVK: Now I've seen everything! Devon Case was piledriven through our broadcast table, and yet
he had the strength to roll out of the way of the top-rope elbow drop! Incredible!

RP: I...I....did that really happen?

LVK: Yes it did! And I think Devon's trying to get up! The courage of this man is never-ending!

[Case pushes up his arms, but then falls flat back to the mat. He groans loudly as he tries 
again, this time making it up to his hands and knees. A few feet away, Axis rolls onto his 
back, his eyes in a glazed state of exhaustion and shock. Case then struggles up to his feet,
looks to fall over, but then regains his balance.]

LVK: Devon Case is standing! Marc Gioffre's now asking him if he can continue....and I don't
think there's a chance in hell that Devon will say no now!

RP: Johnny's getting up too....

[Sitting on the apron, having been used earlier by Axis, is a twisted steel chair. Axis sees 
it and reaches over to grab it....]


LVK: Axis has a chair.....LOOKOUT!!















*KAH-LAAAAAAANNNNNKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!*










[HUGE SHOCK POP!!!]










RP: HOLY SHIT!!! CASE MOVED....THE REF TOOK THE BRUNT OF THE CHAIR ON THE TOP OF HIS SKULL!!!

LVK: MARC GIOFFRE IS OUT!!

[Axis staggers back with the chair in his hand, and then raises it again towards Case....]












*KRAAAHHHH-DDAAAAAAAAANNNKKKK!!!!*








[THUNDEROUS FACE POP!!!]





LVK: OHMYGOD!!! CASE YAKUZA KICKED THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO JOHNNY AXIS'S HEAD!!!!




[HUGE HEEL POP!!]




RP: STARKS!! Tony Starks has hit the ring!


[Starks slides under the bottom rope and springs to his feet, rushing at Case. He grabs Case 
by the shoulder and spins him around, catching him in the bloody face with a stiff punch. He 
then fires off another one, but Case ducks....]

LVK: OH! Case fires back a punch at Starks....kick to the gut....spins Starks around....



*THUD!*



[FACE POP!!]




LVK: THE STRIP! CASE TOOK DOWN STARKS WITH HIS INVERTED DDT!!!

RP: Yeah, but Johnny's back up...

[Case gets back to his feet, but is unaware of Axis stalking up behind him. The champ fires a
forearm shot into the back of Case's head, stunning him, and then spins him around and wrenches
him into a standing headscissor. The fans scream their protests as Axis then hoists Case into
the air....]

LVK: POWERB- WAIT!! Case landed on his feet....kick to the gut....spins Axis around....

[In a flash Case lifts Axis up so that he is hanging upside down behind Case's back, and 
then.....]










*THUUUUDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!*












LVK: CASE CLOSED!!! IT'S OVER!!!! 



[Case crawls over, and makes the cover....]



RP: HAHA!! THERE'S NO DAMN REF!!!

LVK: Axis is out! He's not going to kick out, but there's NO REFEREE!!

[Case realises it and moves off of Axis, climbing to his feet. As he does this, a figure slides
into the ring....]


LVK: TRIPP SHADE!!!!!










*SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*









[DEAFENING PROTEST POP!!!!!]






RP: ZERO HEAT KICK!!!! CASE'S HEAD NEARLY LEFT HIS BODY!!!




LVK: DAMN THE LEGACY!! 

RP: THEY CAN'T BE STOPPED VAN KEEL!! THE LEGACY IS UNSTOPPABLE!!!

LVK: OH NO! It looks like they're not finished either!!


[The fans roar with disapproval as Shade slides out of the ring and then slides back in, with 
the timekeeper's bell!]


RP: It doesn't look good for Devon Case right now. There's no ref....he's DEAD MEAT!!

LVK: Somebody stop this!





#F**k you...because I _can_#






[OH YEAH!!! TEAR THE ROOF OFF THIS PLACE BECAUSE THAT'S A MOTHERF**KING FACE POP!!!]







LVK: COURTADE!!!!!!!!






[As "Natural Born Killaz" pumps over the PA, Courtade rumbles down the ramp and down the aisle,
and slides into the ring, an unleashed force of fury. Starks turns to face him....]




*THUUUDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!*




LVK: DEAR GOD!!! STARKS GOES DOWN *HARD* COURTESY OF A PATENTED CHRIS COURTADE LARIAT!!!

RP: GODDAMNIT!!! 

LVK: Starks rolls from the ring....WAIT!! At the top of the ramp!!

RP: It's Curtis!! He's just standing there, smiling down at Courtade!!

LVK: And Chris sees him.....there he goes!!

[Hellbent on revenge for what took place earlier in the night, Courtade climbs from the ring 
and sprints up the aisle. Curtis stands, smiling and signalling "bring it", right up until the
moment Courtade reaches the top of the ramp, and they collide!]

LVK: COURTADE AND CURTIS GOING TOE-TO-TOE ON THE ENTRANCEWAY STAGE!!!

RP: Yeah, but that leaves Case alone in the ring with Axis and Shade!! Bye-bye Devon!!

[Officials pour from the entranceway portal and begin trying to get Courtade and Curtis apart.
The camera cuts back to the ring, where Axis holds Case, as Shade brandishes the timekeeper's 
bell like a medieval sword.....]

LVK: OH NO!!! THEY WOULDN'T......THEY'LL KILL HIM!!!!

[Shade winds up....swings.....]









*THWA-DIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!*











[THUNDERING SHOCK POP!!!!]












RP: AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LVK: CASE MOVED!!! AXIS TOOK THE BELL.....RIGHT TO THE FOREHEAD!!!!

RP: HE'S DEAD!!!! HE'S GOTTA BE DEAD!!!!



[Shade drops the bell, but doesn't get a chance to show his feelings about the situation, 
because he is quickly nailed by a punch from Case. Another follows, then a kick to the gut, 
followed by Case hooking a leg, his head....and lifting....]








*THUUUDDDDD!!!!!*









LVK: VINDI-CASE-TION!!!! TRIPP SHADE TASTES THE FISHERMAN BUSTER!!!!!

RP: This is all going SO DAMN WRONG!!!


[Case leaves Shade sprawled on the mat, and goes over to Marc Gioffre. He shakes the young 
referee, trying to bring him back to consciousness. After a few hearty shakes it begins to 
work, and within seconds Gioffre is up to his hands and knees, holding his head. Case drops 
down to cover Axis....]


LVK: The ref's back.....HERE'S THE COVER!!!!















ONE!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!



































THREEEEEEEEEEEEE-








[WTF? POP!!!!!!]









RP: JOHNNY KICKED OUT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!

LVK: IN-CRED-IBLE!! SIMPLY INCREDIBLE!


[Case rolls onto his back, his chest heaving with the effort of breathing. After a few seconds 
he rolls to his hands and knees, and struggles to push himself up to his feet. He drags Axis 
up, both wrestlers completely drenched in their own blood. After a few seconds consumed with 
the effort of simply trying to stand, Case turns Axis around, and pushes his head down the 
champ's back, before roaring with effort as he hoists Axis up into the upsidedown position.....]



LVK: CASE CLOSED COMING UP.....

RP: NO!! 



[Case's hold of Axis breaks loose with exhaustion, allowing Axis to drop down to the mat on 
one knee. He pushes away from Case, and finds the dented and bloody steel chair within his 
reach.....]


LVK: LOOKOUT!!!!














*CLAAAAAANNNNNNKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!*












[SHOCK AND HORROR POP!!!]







LVK: GODGOODALMIGHTY!!! 

RP: THE CHAIR....IT'S BENT DOWN THE MIDDLE....AND CASE IS OUT!!! THERE'S *NO* WAY HE'S COMING 
BACK FROM THAT!!!

[Axis drops the chair and spits a glob of blood onto the mat, before staggering and nearly 
falling over. He grabs hold of the top rope to regain his balance, before going back to Case. 
Case can't offer much assistance as Axis drags him up to his feet.]

LVK: I simply *cannot* believe the war these two men have been put through here tonight! It's 
simply amazing!

RP: Well, it's about to be over....LOOK AT THIS!!!

[The fans scream and yell in protest and frustration as Axis hooks Case in a front headlock, 
while applying a hammerlock and hooking a leg....]

LVK: We all know what's coming next.....











*THUUUUUDDDDDDD!!!!!*















RP: THERE IT IS!!! HE STOPPED HIS WORLD!!! HE STOPPED HIS WORLD BAY-BEE!!!!

LVK: That's it fans....it's over....















ONE!!!

























TWO!!!!!



























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-







[Huh?]













[No way!]
















[Yes way! SHAKE THE GODDAMN FOUNDATIONS FACE POP FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!]









LVK: CASE!!! CASE....KICKED OUT!!!! HE KICKED OUT AFTER TAKING AXIS'S STOP THE WORLD MOVE!!!!

RP: I....I....NO F[bleep]KING WAY!

LVK: Nobody has ever done that before! NOBODY!!

[Axis rolls back onto his knees, his jaw dropped open in complete and utter shock. He looks 
around in search of answers, but of course there aren't any. Meanwhile, Tripp Shade, who has 
in the meantime slid from the ring, climbs back onto the apron.]

LVK: Tripp Shade's on the apron....as if Axis needs his help now! Devon Case is out cold! And 
it's thanks to that man's interference!

RP: No way! Johnny did this all by himself!

LVK: Crap! If Shade and Starks hadn't interfered, Devon Case wouldn't have taken the chairshot,
and then Stop the World! And you know it!

RP: What's Tripp doing? He looks angry about something!

[Shade points at Axis and angrily shouts towards him. Axis climbs to his feet and approaches 
his Legacy teammate, looking a bit puzzled, but also angry at this tirade. Shade's mouth goes 
fifty-to-the-dozen, as he points to the chair, then to Case, to Axis, to himself, and finally 
making a 1-2-3 hand signal. Axis starts to argue back, pointing a finger into Shade's chest 
angrily.]

LVK: What's this? Dissention amongst the ranks of the Legacy?

RP: I think Tripp's angry that he took the Vindi-CASE-tion for his leader, yet Axis couldn't 
finish off Case with the Stop the World!

LVK: They sure look angry.....

[Shade turns away, but then quickly turns back and grabs Axis's head, and drops down to the 
floor, pulling the champ's throat down onto the top rope. Axis snaps back up and staggers away
from the ropes...]

LVK: WHOA!! SHADE JUST ATTACKED HIS LEGACY TEAMMATE!!!

RP: NOT NOW!! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING NOW?!

LVK: Axis is clutching at his throat....he's struggling to breathe!

[Axis staggers away from the ropes, and a HUGE FRIGGIN' FACE POP goes up as he staggers back 
into Case, who isn't as unconscious as everyone thinks.....]


RP: ARGGGHHHHH!!!!!!

LVK: ROLL-UP BY CASE!!! 


















ONE!!!!





























TWO!!!!!!!


























THREEEEEEEEEEE-







RP: OHMYFRIGGIN'GODDDDDD!!!!!!!! JOHNNY KICKED OUT OF THE ROLL-UP!!! SUPERMAN BEAT HIS 
KRYPTONITE!!!

LVK: Johnny Axis is no superman, but the roll-up certainly has been his weakpoint in the past. 
He kicked out at about two and 99 one-hundredths this time though!

RP: Both of them are getting back to their feet! 

LVK: OH! And Axis jams a thumb into Case's left eye.....and now he's turning back to look at 
Shade. He looks furious!!

RP: Don't worry about him....FINISH CASE!!! FINISH HIM!!!

[Axis turns back and lashes out with a front-kick to Case.....]

LVK: CASE DUCKED THE KICK.....

[In a flash Axis is scooped up and left hanging upside down behind Case's back....]















*THUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!*











[EARTHQUAKE EVERYBODY-UNDER-THE-TABLE FACE POP TO END ALL FACE POPS!!!!!!!]









LVK: CAAAAASSSSEEEEEEE CLOOOOOOSSSSEEEDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!

RP: ARGH! ARRRGGHHHH!!!

LVK: CASE IS CRAWLING....HERE'S THE COVER!!!!!!



















ONE!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!




























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





[OH YEAH!!! NOW THIS IS A CROWD CELEBRATION!!!!]


LVK: WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!


*DING DING DING!!*


[The Baltimore crowd continues to give the biggest ovation of the night as Case rolls off of 
Axis and slumps onto his back on the mat. He then pushes up to his hands and knees, his head 
hanging in exhaustion.]

RP: I...I can't believe it!

LVK: Believe it Rick - Devon Case is the new National champion! The reign of terror of Johnny 
Axis is over, and by what we just saw, I'd say the reign of the Legacy is over as well!

RP: Damn!

LVK: The new champion finally making it back to his feet now. He's covered in blood, he's been 
through one helluva war, but finally Devon Case has done what so many others couldn't - he has
beaten Johnny Axis and won the National title!

[Case throws his head back in an exhaustion-fuelled show of disbelief, and then forms his hands 
into fists triumphantly.]

LVK: Here comes RCW President Clint Fletcher into the ring now, with the title belt!

[The thunderous ovation continues as Fletcher, a big smile on his face, hands the belt to Case.
Case takes it in both hands, and then throws it over one shoulder proudly. The cheers elevate 
in volume as another figure slides into the ring.]

LVK: Chris Courtade has joined his best friend in the ring, joining this incredible celebration!

[Courtade and Case swap the old fist-to-fist, and then embrace momentarily.]

LVK: We're out of time fans! No Limits is officially in the books, and what a night it's been. 
And what a way to cap it off - with the crowning of a new National Heavyweight champion! For 
Rick Perle and the rest of us here in Baltimore, this is Larry Van Keel saying so long everyone!

[We fade out on one last image - Devon Case holding the National title belt high into the air 
as the sea of fans erupts in celebration, Chris Courtade holding his friend's arm up in 
victory.]

[Fade to credits]

(c) RCW Incorporated, 2001.