A black GMC Jimmy pulls into the parking garage.
The door opens and out steps Sabre.
He is carrying a black breifcase.
He looks at the camera and grins before walking
toward the arena enterance.
Just as Sabre gets to the door a large overweight
security guard
cuts him off. The guard is wearing jeans, a jacket
with Security
written on it, and a hat that reads Security.

Guard: "Sorry sir, I need your name before I can let
you into the 
building."

Sabre: "Name!? Oh, sure...I'm Sabre...and I've got big
business here 
tonight!"

Guard: "(Checking his list) Sabre...Sabre...oh sure
here you are. I'm 
sorry 
sir, we have orders from the SFWL President...we're
not to let you into 
the 
arena tonight."

Sabre: "What!? Are you insane...let me see that damned
list!"

Sabre takes the list then looks over it.

Sabre: "I can't believe this...what kind of....get out
of my way!"

Guard: "Hold on there buddy, your not going in there,
Binstock said 
that if 
you walked into that arena tonight you'd be fired!"

Sabre has a look of shock on his face.
Sabre tosses the list at the guard.
Sabre storms back to his car and opens the door.
Sabre picks up his cellular phone.
Sabre dials a number.

Sabre: "Yeah, look I don't give a fuck what time it
is...get up! I need 
your 
help...your my lawyer Jack...earn your damned money!"

Sabre hops back into the car.
Sabre squeals tires as he leaves the arena.
The camera pans over to where the security guard is
standing.
A cell phone rings.
The guard takes a small cell phone out of his pocket.

Guard: "Hello, yeah....he was just here. He looked
pretty pissed...yeah 
hopped in the car drove off...I think he called his
lawyer, yeah...well 
I am 
sure glad...thanks for the money...can I go now? Yes
sir...this was the 
easiest $100 bucks I ever made. Sure...sure
will...thanks."

The Guard hangs up the phone.
The Guard laughs as he takes off his jacket and hat.
The man is dressed in a dirty t-shirt that has holes
in it.
The "Guard" tosses the hat and jacket into a garbage
can then walks 
off.




(ADD INTRO HERE)



Suddenly the lights in the arena go out. There is a
hush silence that falls over the crowd. A rolling
thunder then fills the arena, followed by a huge
explosion of lighting-like pyro accross the entrance
ramp. "Lateralus" by Tool begins to blair out over the
PA, loudly as a lone purple spotlight shines down upon
the entrance ramp. Paine steps out from behind the
curtain. He is dressed in black leather pants, and
black boots. He has on a black sleeveless t-shirt. His
fists are taped halfway up his forearms with athletic
tape. His skull-shaped mask glows under the purple
spotlight as he makes his way down toward the ring. A
loud pop rises from the crowd. Paine climbs up the
ring steps and into the ring. He stops dead center and
raises his hands high over his head, then brings them
down quickly, all in one fluid motion. Another huge
explosion of lighting like pyro hits all four corner
turnbuckles, then the lights come up. Paine aks for a
mic. He walks around the ring absorbing the now mixed
reaction he is getting from the crowd. Paine stops and
raises the mic and begins to speak.

Announcer #1: It has been over a month since Paine has
been in an SFWL ring.

Announcer #2: Thank God he's back. Now maybe we can
see some real blood and violence in the SFWL!

Paine: For over a month, you have seen little...or
none of me. For over a month I have stayed away from
this ring. I haven't competed or challenged anyone. I
haven't even bothered to show my face around the
arenas until this week. A long time ago, something
terribly tragic happened in my life. Something that
still gives me nightmares. After Wasteland...after I
lost my match with Kent McKnight...those nightmares
returned. I left the SFWL and went to where I thought
I had to go to quiet those nightmares...but they still
came...stronger...longer...and harder. My mind has
been filled with horrible images of the past.
Now...now where do I stand? I haven't gotten rid of
the nightmares...and I don't know how to quiet them.
Something is eating away at my soul and I have no idea
how to stop it.
	 I walked into this arena last week...walked down the
hall and into the Bastards locker room and found it in
shambles. Whoever did that...whatever their
motives....it sent a chill up my spine. I turned and
left. Something deep down inside of me doesn't feel
right. Something deep down inside of me knows
something is happening. Mike Torment, Night Wing, Ash,
and I...we all have had a difficult time of late.
Bastards Inc, seems to be fading away. I am not the
man I used to be...I am not the monster I used to
be...and frankly I don't know if I can handle
competing...fighting...battling here in the SFWL
anymore.

Announcer #1: What!? He can't be serious...I mean...is
Paine leaving the SFWL!?

Announcer #2: No way he's serious, he can't leave he
still owe's me money!

Paine: I battled long and hard in the SFWL to fight my
way to the top. I battled long and hard to earn my
spot. Yet it seems my past, my life, is catching up to
me...and the monster I was...the evil I was...is gone.
I don't have the strength for this anymore. I don't
have the endurance for this anymore. I spent nearly
two years trying to kill Bastards Inc, and destroy
Mike Torment. I spent all that time hating and
fighting and winning. Yet, still the Bastards exist
and I...I haven't the influence or power or...love of
blood I used to. UltraSlam is fast approaching.
Ultraslam...may be my last SFWL PPV. Ultraslam will be
the last time Paine ever wre....

Beethoven's Ninth Symphony begins to blare over the PA
Red, White, and Blue Pyro explodes as Mike Torment
steps out from behind the curtain.
Mike Torment is in his ring gear.
Night Wing follows Torment out.
They marche down to the ring and climb inside.
Mike Torment grabs the mic from Paine's hand and
stares right into his eyes.
Paine and Mike Torment are face to face.

Torment: You my friend are not going anywhere.  Let me
see if I get this straight.  You walked into the arena
and the Bastards dressing room was already trashed? 
Interesting story Paine… very interesting.  See…I have
a story of my own.  I’ve been doing some arithmetic
and it seems one and one does indeed equal two.  Let’s
see… first I find out I have an older half brother. 
What have I found out?  I found out that he was given
up for adoption.  I found out that his parents died in
a horrible accident.  Then he kind of just
disappeared.  Maybe he disappeared to an institution? 
You think that’s possible Paine?  Paine is it.  See, I
remember your real name being Michael.  Strangely
enough, that’s the birth name of my brother.  Then I
see you walking out of my dressing room and suddenly
it’s trashed with a big sign saying my brother is
closer than I think.  I don’t think any more research
is needed.  I think I figured this whole thing out. 
Isn’t that right…brother?


Paine stares into Mike Torment's eyes. Paine shakes
his head, turns and begins to walk away from Mike
Torment.
Mike Torment reaches out and grabs Paine by the arm.
Mike Torment spins Paine around and gets in his face.

Torment: I told you, you aren’t going anywhere?  So
what’s the deal?  How long have you known?  Why the
secrets?  Why the games?  It’s all out in the open
now.  Mike Torment and Paine…should I call you Paine? 
Michael Murray?  Michael Torment?  Why do you have my
name?  Have you spoken to my father…our father since
your return?  Does he know it’s you?  What is your
agenda?  I want to know everything and I want to know
it now.  ANSWER ME!  

Paine looks hard at Mike Torment.
Paine turns and walks away from Mike Torment.
Paine climbs out of the ring and begins to walk up the
Entrance Ramp.
Mike Torment is fuming in the ring.
Paine exits through the curtain.

The Ruffnecks make their way to the ring.


They lock up.
Mike Torment punches Erick Hayes.
Erick Hayes goes for a double underhook backbreaker,
but Mike Torment
counters it with a backdrop.
Mike Torment puts Erick Hayes in a single-leg takedown
into a leglock.
Erick Hayes reaches the ropes after being trapped for
5 seconds.
Mike Torment nails Erick Hayes with an Asai leg
lariat.
Mike Torment hits a Samoan Drop on Erick Hayes.
Mike Torment is going for the pin.
Earl Hebner counts: One, two, kickout.
Mike Torment goes for a dragon screw, but Erick Hayes
counters it with
an enzuigiri to the face.
Erick Hayes tags out to Tommy Johnson.
Night Wing enters the ring and throws Erick Hayes out
of the ring.
Mike Torment and Night Wing whip Tommy Johnson into
the ropes.
They hit Tommy Johnson with a double kick to the
midsection.
Night Wing leaves the ring.
Mike Torment goes for a full nelson camel clutch, but
Tommy Johnson blocks it.
Tommy Johnson chops Mike Torment.
Tommy Johnson is starting to get under the crowd's
skin.
Tommy Johnson hits Mike Torment.
Tommy Johnson is starting to get under the crowd's
skin.
Mike Torment punches Tommy Johnson.
Tommy Johnson kicks Mike Torment.
Tommy Johnson hits Mike Torment.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Tommy Johnson whips Mike Torment into the turnbuckle.
Tommy Johnson takes Mike Torment down with a Vader
attack.
Tommy Johnson takes Mike Torment down with the Stinger
Splash.
Tommy Johnson is starting to get under the crowd's
skin.
Tommy Johnson attempts to place Mike Torment on the
turnbuckle, but Mike Torment
blocks it.
Tommy Johnson goes for a facebite, but Mike Torment
blocks it.
Mike Torment goes for a fisherman suplex, but Tommy
Johnson blocks it.
Erick Hayes enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Tommy Johnson and Erick Hayes hit Mike Torment with a
double low blow.
Erick Hayes goes for a Steinerline, but Mike Torment
counters it with a hiptoss.
Erick Hayes leaves the ring.
Mike Torment leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Mike Torment sets up the chair.
Mike Torment executes a cobra clutch suplex onto the
chair on Tommy Johnson.
Mike Torment tags out to Night Wing.
Night Wing and Mike Torment whip Tommy Johnson into
the ropes.
They hit Tommy Johnson with a double fist to the
midsection.
Mike Torment leaves the ring.
Night Wing whips Tommy Johnson into the ropes.
Tommy Johnson misses with a clothesline.
Tommy Johnson hits Night Wing with a kick.
Tommy Johnson takes Night Wing down with a fireman's
carry into a slam.
Tommy Johnson flips the crowd a bird.
Tommy Johnson is met with a mixture of cheers and
boos.
Tommy Johnson goes for a boot choke, but Night Wing
blocks it.
Night Wing gives him a springboard dropkick, but Tommy
Johnson only stares at
him.
Night Wing runs into the ropes.
Tommy Johnson hits a spinebuster slam on Night Wing.
Earl Hebner counts: One, two, kickout.
Tommy Johnson whips Night Wing into the ropes.
Tommy Johnson nails Night Wing with a powerslam.
Earl Hebner counts: One, two, kickout.
Tommy Johnson whips Night Wing into the ropes.
Night Wing hits Tommy Johnson with a clothesline.
Night Wing is going for the pin.
Earl Hebner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Night Wing uses a dropkick to the face on Tommy
Johnson.
Night Wing whips Tommy Johnson into the ropes.
Night Wing hits an enzuigiri to the face on Tommy
Johnson.
Night Wing goes for a knifehand chop, but Tommy
Johnson blocks it.
Erick Hayes enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Mike Torment enters the ring and lays out Erick Hayes.
Mike Torment leaves the ring.
Night Wing uses a springboard rana on Tommy Johnson.
Night Wing nails Tommy Johnson with a springboard
dropkick.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Night Wing.
Night Wing uses a springboard dropkick on Tommy
Johnson.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Night Wing.
Night Wing nails Tommy Johnson with a frog splash.
Earl Hebner counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Night Wing tags out to Mike Torment.
Erick Hayes enters the ring and throws Night Wing out
of the ring.
The crowd is booing Erick Hayes.
Erick Hayes nails Mike Torment with a Steinerline.
Tommy Johnson gets an airplane spin on Mike Torment.
Mike Torment tries to escape the hold.
Tommy Johnson lets go after 28 seconds.
Erick Hayes leaves the ring.
Tommy Johnson throws Mike Torment out of the ring.
Tommy Johnson goes for a Running Forearm, but Mike
Torment moves out of the way.
Tommy Johnson is out cold.
Heather comes from behind, but Tommy Johnson nails
Heather.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Night Wing comes over to make it two-on-one.
Erick Hayes comes over and lays out Night Wing.
Erick Hayes uses a Steinerline on Mike Torment.
Tommy Johnson puts Mike Torment in an airplane spin.
Tommy Johnson throws Mike Torment back into the ring.
Tommy Johnson gives the sign for the Snake Bite.
Tommy Johnson executes the Snake Bite on Mike Torment.
Earl Hebner counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Tommy Johnson tags out to Erick Hayes.
Erick Hayes nails Mike Torment with a flying
shoulderblock.
Mike Torment executes a knee clip.
The crowd is cheering on Mike Torment.
He goes for the pin.
Earl Hebner counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Mike Torment nails Erick Hayes with a bodyslam.
Mike Torment executes the Apocalypse on Erick Hayes.
There are lots of chants for Mike Torment.
Mike Torment tags out to Night Wing.
Tommy Johnson enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Mike Torment uses an Aztecan suplex on Erick Hayes.
The crowd is really behind Mike Torment.
Mike Torment leaves the ring.
Night Wing hits a dropkick to the face on Erick Hayes.
Night Wing executes the Phenomenal Drop on Erick
Hayes.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Night Wing.
Night Wing goes for the pin.
Earl Hebner counts: One, two, three.
The cheers for Night Wing are drowning out the boos.

The winners are Bastards Inc.. Time of match: 0:06:51

The lights flash on and off several times, then go out
for about 10 seconds.  A huge explosion accompanied by
bright white light occurs near the entrance.  "Dream
Shatterer" by Big Punisher begins blaring over the
speakers.  

Announcer #1:  Who the hell is this?

Wolf appears in the entrance way, dressed in a
Carolina blue three piece suit with a cream colored
tie and cream colored gators, and Cartier shades on. 
Several large gold and diamond rings, a diamond
encrusted gold Rolex, and gold and diamond bracelet
glisten from his hands and wrists.  

Heel Announcer:  Oh my!  He's back!  The Superstar! 
Unbelievable!

Face Announcer:  Oh great, just what the SFWL needs,
another egomaniac for you to slobber all over

A huge chorus of boos reign down from the crowd, and
Wolf eggs them on by motioning for the crowd to "get
up".  He slowly makes his way towards the ring,
stopping to taunt fans along the way.  One fan in
particular gets in his face, shouting obscenities and
flipping him off.  Wolf mockingly extends his hand for
a the fan to give him five, then laughs in his face
and continues on his way towards the ring.  

As he enters the ring, he raises his arms high in the
air.  The boos are getting even louder, and trash from
the crowd starts raining down on him.  Through it all,
he remains smiling.  He calls for a microphone, and a
ringside assistant tosses one to him.

Wolf:  Thank you!  Yes, this outpouring of love from
the wonderful SFWL fans is exactly what I came back
for!  

The boos continue relentlessly.

Wolf:  You know, I was sitting in my Manhattan
penthouse suite the other day watching the 2002
edition of WrestleFest, and let me say this: that
garbage I witnessed would not have been acceptable at
a house show back in the glory days of this
organization.  The level of competition was
ludicrously poor.  The entertainment value was
equivalent to that a middle school wrestling meet. 
For all I could tell, they hired 25 clones of the
Brooklyn Brawler and set them loose on each other for
three hours.  Pathetic.

The boos resurface, as loud as ever.

Wolf:  So I called up several of the suits, you know,
the upper level management of the SFWL.  I asked them,
"What happened guys?  Why is your product such a piece
of shit nowadays?".  They didn't give me a direct
answer to that question.  What they DID do, however,
was beg me to come back.  "We need you Wolf.  We need
a heavy hitter.  We need a Superstar.  We need someone
who can put the SFWL on his back and carry it back to
the promise land.  Please, Wolf, just name your price,
and you've got it.  Don't let the organization you
laid the foundation for go down the shitter!".  I
thought for a second.  And that was all I needed.  And
I signed for the minimum veteran salary.

Face Announcer:  What?

The crowd's boos cease.

Wolf:  Yeah... fuckin... right.

The crowd begins to boo once again.

Wolf:  You're not gonna get me to come play the role
of a glorified garbage man for cheap.  But for the
right price, I'm willing to play that role.  And
really, let's look at it, that's what I am.  I'm here
to clean up the mess that YOU

He points to the crowd.  Trash starts flying into the
ring.

Wolf:  Have made, and I'm not talking about that shit
that you're throwing into the ring as I speak.  You
double wide living, sister marrying, worthless wastes
of natural resources have embraced a host untalented,
unclassy, slobs that no reasonable individual would
pay money to see, because you can relate to them.  

You don't want to see superb athletes such as myself. 
You don't want to see someone like me, someone who
dresses nicely, who drives an Aston Martin, who
carries himself with some class and dignity.  You
don't want to see someone who lives in a 3 million
dollar house, gets drunk off of Remi Martin, and has
orgies with models and dime piece women five nights a
week.  

No, you want to see fat, Natural Ice drinking,
unshaven slobs like yourselves brawling with grungy,
unkempt pieces of shit that dress like the homeless
and act prophetic and mystical, because you can relate
to lowlifes like those.  

That's where I come in.  I'm here to bring a level of
respectability back to the SFWL.  I'm here so that
people who actually go to work and do something
productive with their lives rather than drink
Schmidt's beer and hang out in the Wal Mart parking
lot all day won't be ashamed to come to an SFWL show. 
I'm here to bring the high rollers back into the
seats, to draw the attention of celebrities and high
society back to the SFWL.  I'm here to make a shitload
of money for myself, and for this whole organization. 
Now you pieces of trash can sit here and boo me, and
throw trash, but the fact of the matter is this:  you
can catch me slapping the taste out of your favorite
piece of white trash's mouth twice a week from now on,
and there's not a damn thing that you can do about it.

The boos from the crowd become louder than they have
all night.

Wolf:  You think I give a damn if you trashballs like
me?  Yeah... fuckin... right.  Thanks for your time,
you can all politely pucker up and kiss my ass on the
way out.

Wolf spikes the microphone.  "Dream Shatterer" by Big
Punisher begins playing.  Wolf walks back up the ramp
to a chorus of booes, all the while holding up both
hands, flipping the crowd the bird with each of them.



Chris Steele and Kevin Cash start brawling in the back
of the arena.
Chris Steele is handed the ring bell.
Chris Steele hits him with the ring bell.
A small "Chris Steele" chant is being started.
They're brawling in the back of the arena.
Kevin Cash grabs the ring bell from him.
Kevin Cash knocks Chris Steele into the arena wall.
Kevin Cash is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Kevin Cash uses a kick to the groin on Chris Steele.
Kevin Cash knocks Chris Steele into the stairway.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Kevin Cash reenters the ring.
Chris Steele follows him back in.
Kevin Cash nails Chris Steele with a jumping side
kick.
Kevin Cash is going for the pin.
Danny Davis counts: One, two, kickout.
Kevin Cash runs into the ropes.
Kevin Cash misses with a kick.
Kevin Cash executes a back heel kick on Chris Steele.
Kevin Cash uses Air Sabu on Chris Steele.
Kevin Cash whips Chris Steele into the ropes.
Sexxy Hoe pulls down the top rope.
Kevin Cash jumps onto him with twisting shooting star
press.
Kevin Cash knocks Chris Steele into the ringsteps.
Kevin Cash sets up a table.
Kevin Cash takes Chris Steele down with a kick to the
groin.
Kevin Cash hits Chris Steele with the Doctor Bomb.
Kevin Cash knocks Chris Steele into the ringpost.
Kevin Cash is handed a fire extinguisher.
Kevin Cash hits him with the fire extinguisher.
Kevin Cash tosses fake money to the crowd.
Kevin Cash is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Kevin Cash tosses fake money to the crowd.
Kevin Cash is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Kevin Cash knocks Chris Steele into the ringsteps.
Elle Phillips comes from behind and distracts Kevin
Cash.
Chris Steele sets up Kevin Cash on the table.
Chris Steele tries to drive Kevin Cash through the
table with a senton, but he
blocks it.
Kevin Cash nails Chris Steele with the Doctor Bomb.
Elle Phillips comes from behind, but Kevin Cash nails
Elle Phillips.
Chris Steele executes a back suplex on Kevin Cash.
Chris Steele takes Kevin Cash down with a single-leg
takedown.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Kevin Cash sets up Chris Steele on the table.
Kevin Cash executes a 450 splash through the table.
The table didn't break.
Kevin Cash is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Kevin Cash whips Chris Steele into the guardrail.
Kevin Cash hits Chris Steele with a low blow.
Kevin Cash sets up Chris Steele on the table.
Kevin Cash executes Money Maker through the table.
The table didn't break.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Kevin Cash whips Chris Steele into the guardrail.
Kevin Cash takes Chris Steele down with a DDT.
Kevin Cash knocks Chris Steele into the ringpost.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Kevin Cash sets up Chris Steele on the table.
Kevin Cash tries to drive Chris Steele through the
table with Money Maker, but
he blocks it.
Chris Steele is handed brass knuckles.
Chris Steele hits him with the knuckles.
Chris Steele sets up Kevin Cash on the table.
Chris Steele executes the 24/7 through the table.
The table didn't break.
Chris Steele sets up Kevin Cash on the table.
Chris Steele executes the 24/7 through the table.
The table didn't break.
Chris Steele hits him with brass knuckles.
Chris Steele hits a flying lariat on Kevin Cash.
Chris Steele whips Kevin Cash into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Kevin Cash sets up Chris Steele on the table.
Kevin Cash executes a 450 splash through the table.
The table didn't break.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Kevin Cash sets up Chris Steele on the table.
Kevin Cash executes a split legged moonsault through
the table.
The table didn't break.
Elle Phillips comes from behind, but Kevin Cash nails
Elle Phillips.
Chris Steele sets up Kevin Cash on the table.
Chris Steele executes the 24/7 through the table.
The table didn't break.
There are lots of chants for Chris Steele.
Chris Steele nails Kevin Cash with a punch.
Chris Steele whips Kevin Cash into the guardrail.
Chris Steele nails Kevin Cash with a flying lariat.
Chris Steele hits Kevin Cash with a punch.
Chris Steele hits Kevin Cash with a punch.
Chris Steele knocks Kevin Cash into the ringpost.
There are lots of chants for Chris Steele.
Chris Steele executes the 24/7 on Kevin Cash on the
concrete floor.
Kevin Cash is out cold.
Chris Steele sets up Kevin Cash on the table.
Chris Steele executes the 24/7 through the table.
The table didn't break.
The crowd is really behind Chris Steele.
Chris Steele gives him a bulldog, but Kevin Cash
doesn't even care.
Chris Steele whips Kevin Cash into the guardrail.
Sexxy Hoe comes from behind and distracts Chris
Steele.
Kevin Cash takes Chris Steele down with a low blow.
Kevin Cash sets up Chris Steele on the table.
Kevin Cash executes Money Maker through the table.
The table didn't break.
Numerous fans are using Kevin Cash for target
practice.
Kevin Cash whips Chris Steele into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Chris Steele executes an inverted DDT on Kevin Cash.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Kevin Cash goes for a kick to the groin, but Chris
Steele blocks it.
Chris Steele sets up Kevin Cash on the table.
Chris Steele executes a somersault legdrop through the
table.
The table didn't break.
The crowd is behind Chris Steele all the way.
Chris Steele goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but
Kevin Cash counters it with
a DDT.
Kevin Cash sets up Chris Steele on the table.
Kevin Cash tries to drive Chris Steele through the
table with
a split legged moonsault, but he moves out of the way.
The table didn't break.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Chris Steele hits Kevin Cash with a bulldog.
Chris Steele knocks Kevin Cash into the ringsteps.
Chris Steele sets up Kevin Cash on the table.
Chris Steele tries to drive Kevin Cash through the
table with
an elbowdrop from the second turnbuckle, but he moves
out of the way.
The table didn't break.
A few fans are trying to get a shot in.
Kevin Cash whips Chris Steele into the guardrail.
Kevin Cash goes for the Doctor Bomb, but Chris Steele
blocks it.
Chris Steele goes for a thrust kick to the head, but
Kevin Cash
counters it with a legsweep.
Sexxy Hoe comes from behind and distracts Chris
Steele.
Kevin Cash sets up Chris Steele on the table.
Kevin Cash tries to drive Chris Steele through the
table with
an Arabian Facebuster, but he blocks it.

Chris Steele grabs a chair.
Chris Steele whips Kevin Cash into the ropes.
Chris Steele hits Kevin Cash with the chair.
The crowd erupts.
Kevin Cash is out cold.
President Binstock walks down the ramp.
Chris Steele executes the 24/7 on Kevin Cash.
The crowd are behind Chris Steele all the way.
Chris Steele goes for the pin.
REFEREE counts: One, two..... President Binstock nails
Chris Steele on 
the 
head with the ring bell.
The crowd erupt into boos.
Chris Steele collapses onto the mat.
President Binstock is trying to rouse Kevin Cash.
Chris Steele gets back to his feet.
Chris Steele gets in President Binstock's face.
The crowd are going mental.
President Binstock is shouting at Chris Steele.
Jayson Carter jumps the guardrail from the crowd.
President Binstock goes to swing the ring bell at
Chris Steele but 
Jayson 
Carter grabs it off him.
President Binstock turns round wide-eyed at Jayson
Carter.
Jayson Carter pushes President Binstock into the ring.
Kevin Cash is getting to his feet.
Chris Steele levels Kevin Cash with a thrust kick to
his head.
Kevin Cash is covered with blood.
President Binstock is edging away from Chris Steele.
Chris Steele grabs hold of the lapels of President
Binstock's jacket.
The crowd are on their feet, cheering.
Chris Steele throws President Binstock on the floor.
Jayson Carter jumps into the ring.
President Binstock is motioning for the bell.
REFEREE informs him that it's a no DQ match.
Jayson Carter grabs hold of President Binstock.
Chris Steele executes a Yakuza kick on Kevin Cash.
Chris Steele goes for the pin.
REFEREE counts: One, two, three.

The Winner of the match is Chris Steele, Time of
match: 11:45

The crowd are on their feet, cheering.

Chris Steele grabs hold of a mic.

STEELE: "Binstock! I want you down on your knees
BEGGING me, the fans 
in 
this arena and the ENTIRE federation for my
forgiveness!"

The crowd are going mental.
Chris Steele pushes the mic into President Binstock's
face.

BINSTOCK: "Who the HELL do you think you are?! I run
this federation! 
You 
think I'm gonna apologise to a stuck up PUNK like
you?!"

Jayson Carter pulls President Binstock in tighter.
Chris Steele shakes his head.

STEELE: "You knew the rules tonight....The SECOND you
got 
involved...The 
second you hit me with that ring bell you became a
PART of that match! 
You 
opened yourself up to attack! You're not above me
BINSTOCK, You don't 
own 
me or tell me what to do! Screw your AUTHORITY!"

Jayson Carter pushes President Binstock forward
towards Chris Steele.

BINSTOCK: "Steele, true I opened myself to attack in
the match, but 
you 
pinned Kevin Cash, the match is over, and if you DARE
so much as TOUCH 
me, 
I'll make sure you or your ego will NEVER wrestle
anywhere AGAIN!"

The crowd are booing.
President Binstock dusts himself down.
Kevin Cash is starting to get to his feet.
President Binstock makes to leave the ring but Chris
Steele sticks out 
his 
foot and trips him.
President Binstock falls out of the ring into an
undignified heap.
The crowd erupt into laughing.
Jayson Carter and Chris Steele high-five, laughing.
Half a dozen SFWL security armed with riot shields
storm the ramp and 
charge down to the ring.
Chris Steele and Jayson Carter jump out of the ring
and over the 
guardrail 
into the cheering crowd.
Kevin Cash goes to help President Binstock up but
Binstock pushes him 
aside.



(Cut to the back.)
Paine is seen walking through the back of the arena.
Paine is carrying a duffel bag.
Paine walks up to a waiting black cadillac and opens
the rear drivers side door.
Paine tosses his bag into the back of the car.
Paine opens up the drivers door and looks up back down
the hallway.
Paine shakes his head.

Paine gets into the car.
Paine cranks the car and drives out of the arena.

(Cut back to ringside)




90 
They lock up.
The Professional begs off.
Jayson Carter hits The Professional with a double-arm
DDT.
Jayson Carter gets the cross-faced chicken wing on The
Professional.
The Professional is valiantly trying to break the
hold.
The Professional reaches the ropes after being trapped
for 19 seconds.
Jayson Carter nails The Professional with a double
underhook piledriver.
The crowd is really behind Jayson Carter.
Jayson Carter goes for an inverted power bomb, but The
Professional blocks it.
The Professional whips Jayson Carter into the ropes.
The Professional goes for an armdrag takedown, but
Jayson Carter blocks it.
Jayson Carter goes for an inverted power bomb, but The
Professional blocks it.
The Professional executes an armdrag takedown on
Jayson Carter.
The Professional goes for an inverted power bomb, but
Jayson Carter blocks it.
Jayson Carter leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Jayson Carter sets up the chair.
Jayson Carter takes The Professional down with a
Samoan Drop onto the chair.
There are lots of chants for Jayson Carter.
Jayson Carter sets up the chair.
Jayson Carter goes for a Death Valley Driver, but The
Professional
counters it with a DDT.
The crowd is booing The Professional.
Jayson Carter goes for a Samoan Drop, but The
Professional counters it with
a crucifix.
James Beard counts: One, two, in the ropes...
The Professional uses a forearm smash on Jayson
Carter.
The Professional uses a European uppercut on Jayson
Carter.
The Professional executes an armdrag takedown on
Jayson Carter.
The Professional throws Jayson Carter out of the ring.
The Professional goes through the ropes.
The Professional whips Jayson Carter into the
guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Jayson Carter uses a belly-to-belly suplex on The
Professional.
Jayson Carter nails The Professional with the Liger
Bomb.
Jayson Carter reenters the ring.
The Professional follows him back in.
Jayson Carter is going for the pin.
James Beard counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Jayson Carter hits The Professional with a
belly-to-belly suplex.
Jayson Carter nails The Professional with a Death
Valley Driver.
The crowd is really behind Jayson Carter.
Jayson Carter nails The Professional with a forearm
smash.
James Beard removes the chair from the ring.
Jayson Carter goes for the cross-faced chicken wing,
but The Professional
blocks it.
The Professional executes a belly-to-back suplex on
Jayson Carter.
The Professional hits a backspin DDT on Jayson Carter.
The Professional is starting to get under the crowd's
skin.
The Professional goes for a Cradle DDT, but Jayson
Carter blocks it.
Jayson Carter puts The Professional in a single-leg
takedown into a leglock.
The Professional is valiantly trying to break the
hold.
The Professional is struggling to reach the ropes.
The Professional reaches the ropes after being trapped
for 12 seconds.
Jayson Carter chops The Professional.
The crowd is going crazy.
The Professional kicks Jayson Carter.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
The Professional hits a double-arm DDT on Jayson
Carter.
The Professional throws Jayson Carter out of the ring.
The Professional goes for slingshot rana, but Jayson
Carter
moves out of the way.
The Professional is out cold.
Jayson Carter nails The Professional with a double-arm
DDT.
Jayson Carter uses a double underhook faceslam on The
Professional.
Jayson Carter hits the Niagara Driver on The
Professional.
Jayson Carter throws The Professional back into the
ring.
Jayson Carter executes the Curtain Call on The
Professional.
Jayson Carter goes for the pin.
James Beard counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Jayson Carter goes for the STF, but The Professional
blocks it.
The Professional executes the Professional Courtesy on
Jayson Carter.
The Professional goes for the pin.
James Beard counts: One, two, three.
A fan at ringside badmouths The Professional.

The winner is The Professional. Time of match: 0:05:27