Mike Oliver: Welcome to SFWL Unleashed! I'm Mike Oliver, here alongside Bergin Brennock as always. And we have what promises to be an interesting evening on our hands. Bergin Brennock: That's right, first of all we have SFWL legend Wolf, The Superstar, will be making his return to action in just a few short minutes! Plus, Wolf has promised us he has a big surprise for everyone tonight! Haha, I can't wait! MO: Go take a cold shower. We also have a mystery opponent on hand for Intercontinental champ Night Wing, it should be interesting to see who that turns out to be. BB: And let's not forget, a non-title preview of the Cruiserweight Championship Match at Ultra Slam 6 will take place, as Rich T. Boy squares off against the professional. MO: And last but not least, Suicide Steve Fella will defend his SFWL World Title against Kevin Cash in the main event! This is set to be a superb matchup, with two of the most colorful personalities in the SFWL squaring off. And of course, we could have a new champion after it's all said and done! BB: Shut the hell up! Wolf's about to make his entrance! MO: Let's go to the ring, folks as Wolf squares off against the always dangerous Ewol Crenshaw in his return to the SFWL! They lock up. Wolf goes for a heart punch, but Ewol Crenshaw blocks it. Ewol Crenshaw whips Wolf into the ropes, but Wolf reverses it. Ewol Crenshaw misses with a shoulderblock. Wolf uses rolling clothesline on Ewol Crenshaw. Wolf uses an elbowsmash on Ewol Crenshaw. Wolf hits a low blow on Ewol Crenshaw. Wolf executes the Devastator on Ewol Crenshaw. BB: Hahaha! It's over already! Wolf is met with a mixture of cheers and boos. Wolf goes for the pin. Danny Davis counts: One, two, in the ropes... Wolf runs into the ropes. MO: It would've been over if your man hadn't been so arrogant and hooked the leg. BB: It's ring rust! Ewol Crenshaw hits a chop on Wolf. Ewol Crenshaw catches Wolf in the cross-faced chicken wing. Wolf is struggling to reach the ropes. Wolf reaches the ropes after being trapped for 13 seconds. Wolf begs off. Ewol Crenshaw executes a flying forearm on Wolf. Danny Davis counts: One, two, kickout. Ewol Crenshaw catches Wolf in a clawhold. Wolf reaches the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds. Ewol Crenshaw throws Wolf out of the ring. Ewol Crenshaw goes through the ropes. Ewol Crenshaw is handed the pick handle. Ewol Crenshaw hits him with the pick handle. Ewol Crenshaw is met with a mixture of cheers and boos. Ewol Crenshaw executes the Mactier Mushbuster on Wolf on the concrete floor. BB: That wasn't fair! He cheated! MO: How so? BB: Shut up. Ewol Crenshaw is met with a mixture of cheers and boos. Ewol Crenshaw sets up a table. Ewol Crenshaw whips Wolf into the guardrail. Ewol Crenshaw hits Wolf with a jawbreaker. Ewol Crenshaw knocks Wolf into the ringsteps. Ewol Crenshaw is handed a road sign. Ewol Crenshaw hits him with the road sign. Ewol Crenshaw hits him with a road sign. MO: Crenshaw just tagged Wolf in the face three times with that roadsign! This is a little more competetive than Wolf had expected, I'm sure! BB: Those are cheap shots! Ewol Crenshaw whips Wolf into the guardrail. Ewol Crenshaw throws Wolf back into the ring. Ewol Crenshaw whips Wolf into the turnbuckle, but Wolf reverses it. Wolf executes the Devastator on Ewol Crenshaw. BB: There, it's over! The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Wolf. Wolf goes for the pin. Danny Davis counts: One, two, three. The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Wolf. The winner is Wolf. Time of match: 0:02:29 MO: Wolf comes out victorious, but he took a few hard shots from Crenshaw there. Not quite as... BB: He won the match easily. He let Crenshaw get a few shots in because he felt sorry for him. MO: A believeable theory, Brennock. Either way... hold on, what's this? "Disposible Teens" By Marilyn Manson begins to blair out over the Pa system. As Sabre makes his way from the back. He is dressed in a nice three piece suit and is carrying a breifcase. His signature shades are in place and he wears a pissed expression on the rest of his face. Sabre marches down to the ring and hops up onto the apron. Sabre steps inside and then calls for a mic. Sabre: You know....I just don't get it. I spent all of Saturday Night, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday talking to lawyers trying to figure out just how President Binstock could keep me from coming into that arena on Extreme. I went over every line of my contract and nowhere did it say that he had the power or the ability to do that. Proudly, I picked up my phone and called the SFWL Pres and demanded to know what made him think he could keep me...ME...from making an impact! And do you know what he said? Do you? He didn't have a clue what I was talking about...that guy...that clown in the dirty shirt by the back gate wasn't even an SFWL employee!! I got pushed out of making my statement by...by...a BUM!! Well....nevertheless...I'm here tonight. I'm here to show the world I am that good...that Hell, I'm Excellent! I have here in this breifcase, the documents...the documents... that would FORCE the SFWL into surrendering the SFWL Extreme Championship to me! I am the man who should be going into UltraSlam the SFWL Extreme Champion and everyone of the fans, the board, and SFWL wrestlers know that! It was me who pinned the Champion at Wasteland and it's me who diserves to be award that Title! So new President Binstock I demand you come out here right now...and SIGN these documents...and bring me my Championship!! "Dream Shatterer" by Big Punisher begins to play over the loudspeakers. Wolf emerges in a light brown full length mink coat, beige silk suit, beige silk shirt, beige tie, and beige gator sandals, and of course his Cartier shades. He has his usual collection of gold and diamond rings, watch, and bracelet on. The crowd erupts in boos. Wolf: Hold it right there, pana. Let's get a few things straight. First of all, it's not YOUR title. It's MY title. Remember what I said about disposing of all the garbage in the SFWL from the ground up? Yeah, well, through a logical thought progression, you should've concluded the Extreme Title, the lowliest of SFWL titles, would be the first one I would go after, correct? Sabre has a pissed look on his face. Wolf: Yeah, that's why I thought. President Binstock, do us all a favor, don't hand the Extreme Title to this piece of trash when it's painfully obvious that I'm going to snatch it right out of his hands within a week or so? Hand the title to me, watch the TV ratings and ticket sales go through the roof, let me complete the first part of my conquest, then in a few weeks when I take control of the Intercontinental Title, you can let these two-bit, mid card pieces of trash fight over the Extreme belt. MO: This is just absurd. He hasn't even wrestled in the SFWL in about 3 years, and already he's demanding the suits hand him a title for free? He's crazy! BB: He's a heavy hitter, he holds a lot of clout around here. I'd like to see him with a title around his waist again. MO: Please. Wolf starts laughing. Wolf: Oh yeah, and about that bum that kept you out of the building... (laughs again). I hired him. I knew that you would be in there demanding that Binstock hand my title over to you that night, and I couldn't have that happen, now could I? I honestly can't believe that shit worked, but hey. It did. Personally, I would've kicked the shit out of that bum and entered the building, but apparently, you're not that kind of guy. You obviously follow the rules and do what you're told, two things that don't cut it when you claim to be a contender for the Extreme Title. But seriously, what kind of piece of GARBAGE claims to be worthy of holding ANY SFWL title, and kepts kept out of the building by a fucking bum? Look, I don't really know who the fuck you are, and on a personal level I don't have anything against you, but I can already tell you're a piece of shit, and I'm not going to warn you again: stay the hell out of my way if you plan on having a career in the SFWL for much longer. So President Binstock, if you wanna bring MY belt out here, immediately increase the revenues of the organization, and prevent me from ending the careers of several mid-carders, feel free to do so. Sabre tosses his breifcase out of the ring. Sabre takes off his jacket and sunglasses. MO: And apparently Sabre's as sick of hearing this crap as I am. BB: He'd better watch himself. Wolf drops the microphone. Sabre approaches Wolf. Wolf holds his arms out to the sides. Sabre gets in his face. Wolf hits Sabre with a backhand pimp slap to the cheek, then spits in Sabre's face. MO: I can't believe the nerve of this guy! BB: Haha! Sabre punches Wolf in the face. Sabre kicks Wolf in the stomach. Sabre executes a short clothesline. Sabre hits Wolf with a belly-top-back suplex. Sabre executes a series of kicks to the sternum. Sabre executes an elbowdrop. MO: Sabre is doing a number on Wolf! He is NOT happy... BB: It's not fair! He hit Wolf with a cheap shot! Sabre sets up Wolf for the Ex-Caliber. MO: Here we go! A huge man emerges from the curtains. He stands well over 7 feet tall and is powerfully built. His brown hair is buzzed very closely. He sports a close trimmed Vandike (read: Stone Cold style) beard. Black sunglasses hide his eyes. He is dressed in baggy blue jeans, black Timberland boots, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. He holds a black baseball bat in his right hand. It is JTG. MO: JTG! Oh my God, it's JTG! Sabre has no idea he's there! BB: This is gonna get real ugly real fast! JTG drills Sabre across the back with the baseball bat. Sabre staggers backwards. JTG drops the bat. JTG grabs Sabre by the throat with his right hand. He points to the ceiling with his left hand. JTG executes a choke slam on Sabre. JTG jerks Saber up from the ground, hand still around his neck. JTG hits Sabre with another choke slam. Wolf is kicks Sabre in the ribs. Wolf stomps Sabre on the stomach. JTG repeatedly stomps Sabre on the chest. Wolf retrieves Sabre's briefcase. JTG picks Sabre up off the ground and places him in a full nelson. Wolf hammers Sabre in the head with the briefcase. Wolf signals for the Devastator. Wolf grabs Sabre and executes the Devastator onto the briefcase. MO: Devastator onto the briefcase! Sabre is not moving! BB: He should've just done what Wolf told him to and slunk away politely. MO: You know what... Wolf and JTG look at each other with grins on their faces. Wolf says something to JTG, and JTG nods his head. MO: This can't be good... Wolf climbs down the entrance ramp. Wolf sets up a table below the entrance platform. BB: Yes! I hope they do what I think they're gonna do! MO: This is sick! Sabre's already out cold! That table is a good ten feet below that platform! JTG points to the table that is set up. JTG picks Sabre up and brings him to the edge of the entrance platform. JTG executes the Endless Drop from the entrance platform through the table below. Sabre lays motionless. MO: This is disgusting. There was absolutely no reason for that. They'd already made their point. That was just over the top. BB: Hey, he was warned. Wolf told him, career ending injuries. MO: As though that makes it okay to assault someone who's already unconscious! Wolf goes back up to the entrance platform and gives JTG a high five. He grabs the microphone. Wolf: You see what happens, motherfuckers? Piece of shit got my $10,000 coat dirty. I keep tellin you assholes, and you just don't seem to listen. I don't play any games. You want a problem with me, that means you want a problem with JTG. You want a problem with me and JTG, that means you're gonna get hurt, and you're gonna get hurt bad. You wanna fuck around and end up like this asshole Sabre, be my guest. Binstock, I want that belt handed over before the end of this show, or more of that (points to Sabre) type of shit is gonna happen. Let's go, big man. Wolf spikes the mic on the ground. Wolf and JTG make their exit. BB: Wow! JTG is back too? Shit is about to hit the fan! MO: Not necessarily. Last I heard JTG had retired from the ring and planned on keeping it that way. BB: Well, we just saw some evidence that might refute that statement, didn't we? MO: Just... don't have an aneurysm over there. Next up, we have the Intercontinental Champion Night Wing taking on a mystery opponenent. I'm not sure about the details surrounding this contest, but it should be interesting to see who Night Wing will... BB: Hell yeah! We've already had Wolf and JTG return in the last week! Who is this gonna be? I can't wait! MO: We're gonna find out real soon. (Night Wing makes his ring entrance) BB: And, the mystery opponent is... Crack Habbit Rabbit emerges from the curtains. MO: Crack Habbit Rabbit? BB: What the hell? MO: Well, this is a little anti-climatic. They lock up. Crack Habit Rabbit goes for a spinning power bomb, but Night Wing counters it with a backslide. BB: It's over already! James Beard counts: One, two, kickout. MO: Uh, no. Crack Habit Rabbit begs off. Night Wing goes for an inverted DDT, but Crack Habit Rabbit blocks it. Crack Habit Rabbit hits Night Wing. The crowd is cheering on Crack Habit Rabbit. Crack Habit Rabbit kicks Night Wing. The crowd is cheering on Crack Habit Rabbit. Night Wing hits Crack Habit Rabbit. Crack Habit Rabbit hits Night Wing. Crack Habit Rabbit is getting a good reaction from the crowd. Night Wing hits Crack Habit Rabbit. Quite a few boos are audible. Crack Habit Rabbit hits Night Wing. The crowd is cheering on Crack Habit Rabbit. Crack Habit Rabbit kicks Night Wing. The crowd is cheering on Crack Habit Rabbit. MO: The Crack Habit Rabbit has the crowd on their feet! BB: I wish those idiots would shut up. Crack Habit Rabbit goes for a running power bomb, but Night Wing counters it with a rana. James Beard counts: One, two, kickout. Night Wing is starting to get under the crowd's skin. Crack Habit Rabbit begs off. Night Wing whips Crack Habit Rabbit into the ropes. Night Wing hits Crack Habit Rabbit with a kick. Night Wing uses an armdrag takedown on Crack Habit Rabbit. Crack Habit Rabbit whips Night Wing into the ropes. Night Wing goes for a back heel kick, but Crack Habit Rabbit blocks it. Crack Habit Rabbit goes for a punch, but Night Wing blocks it. Night Wing hits Crack Habit Rabbit. Night Wing is starting to get under the crowd's skin. Night Wing chops Crack Habit Rabbit. Crack Habit Rabbit punches Night Wing. Crack Habit Rabbit is getting a good reaction from the crowd. Crack Habit Rabbit kicks Night Wing. The crowd is really behind Crack Habit Rabbit. Crack Habit Rabbit goes for the Swinging DDT, but Night Wing counters it with a Northern Lights suplex. BB: Beautiful display of technical skills by Night Wing! James Beard counts: One, shoulder up. Night Wing uses a flying spinning leg lariat on Crack Habit Rabbit. MO: Night Wing catches him right in the throat with that spinning leg lariat! Crack Habit Rabbit is gasping for air! Night Wing goes for the Phenomenal Drop, but Crack Habit Rabbit counters it with an uranage. BB: I can't believe he countered that! He cheated! The crowd is really behind Crack Habit Rabbit. Crack Habit Rabbit goes for a gutbuster, but Night Wing blocks it. Night Wing goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Crack Habit Rabbit counters it with a facerake. Crack Habit Rabbit hits the Swinging DDT on Night Wing. Crack Habit Rabbit executes a gutbuster on Night Wing. Crack Habit Rabbit goes for a thumb to the throat, but Night Wing blocks it. Night Wing hits Crack Habit Rabbit with flying headscissors. Night Wing hits Crack Habit Rabbit with a knifehand chop. Night Wing kicks Crack Habit Rabbit. Night Wing kicks Crack Habit Rabbit. Night Wing runs into the ropes. Night Wing goes for a back heel kick, but Crack Habit Rabbit ducks out of the way. Crack Habit Rabbit whips Night Wing into the ropes. Crack Habit Rabbit hits a spear on Night Wing. Crack Habit Rabbit whips Night Wing into the turnbuckle, but Night Wing reverses it. Night Wing hits Crack Habit Rabbit with a stun gun. MO: Night Wing attacks the already tender throat of Crack Habit Rabbit. BB: Take this piece of trash out, Night Wing. A fan at ringside badmouths Night Wing. Night Wing takes Crack Habit Rabbit down with a savate kick. Night Wing uses a springboard legdrop on Crack Habit Rabbit. MO: Again striking the throat of Crack Habit Rabbit... he coughing in pain! BB: He's finished. Come on Night Wing, Drop him! A fan at ringside badmouths Night Wing. Crack Habit Rabbit begs off. Night Wing executes the Phenomenal Drop on Crack Habit Rabbit. Night Wing goes for the pin. James Beard counts: One, two, three. A fan at ringside badmouths Night Wing. The winner is Night Wing. Time of match: 0:03:20 MO: Well, Night Wing disposes of his "mystery opponent" without too much effort. BB: You say that as though it doesn't mean something? Crack Habit Rabbit is a quality contender in the SFWL. MO: Okay. Our next contest will be... wait it's already underway! The Professional attacks Rich T. Boy before the bell. The Professional executes a chop on Rich T. Boy. The Professional hits an atomic drop on Rich T. Boy. The Professional executes a DDT on Rich T. Boy. Quite a few boos are audible. The Professional executes the Professional Courtesy on Rich T. Boy. BB: Hahahah! It's over! Professional destroys Rich T. Boy in record time! The crowd is booing The Professional. The Professional goes for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. BB: What?!? MO: Rich T. Boy kicked out! Unbelievable! The Professional nails Rich T. Boy with a kneedrop. The Professional whips Rich T. Boy into the ropes. The Professional misses with an elbow. Rich T. Boy misses with a kick. Rich T. Boy uses a rolling kick on The Professional. The Professional hits Rich T. Boy with a European uppercut. MO: The Professional continues to take it to Rich T. Boy... he wants to put this one away soon! The Professional runs into the ropes. Rich T. Boy hits The Professional with a shoulderblock. Rich T. Boy backflips off the turnbuckle. BB: I hate it when he does that. The crowd is starting to get behind Rich T. Boy. Rich T. Boy goes for a backspin DDT, but The Professional blocks it. The Professional hits Rich T. Boy. The Professional chops Rich T. Boy. The crowd is booing The Professional. Rich T. Boy chops The Professional. The crowd is starting to get behind Rich T. Boy. The Professional chops Rich T. Boy. The crowd is booing The Professional. The Professional runs into the ropes. The Professional hits Rich T. Boy with a backspin DDT. MO: RTB's head just slammed right into the canvas! He can't take much more of this kind of punishment! The Professional whips Rich T. Boy into the ropes. The Professional misses with a shoulderblock. Rich T. Boy misses with a shoulderblock. Rich T. Boy misses with a clothesline. The Professional misses with a shoulderblock. Rich T. Boy hits The Professional with a shoulderblock. Rich T. Boy uses a handspring moonsault on The Professional. MO: What a move by RTB! Tim White counts: One, two, kickout. BB: Professionals still in control, Mikey. Rich T. Boy runs into the ropes. The Professional misses with an elbow. The Professional misses with a kick. Rich T. Boy misses with a shoulderblock. The Professional misses with a clothesline. Rich T. Boy nails The Professional with a handspring into a Frankensteiner. Rich T. Boy backflips off the turnbuckle. A small "Rich T. Boy" chant is being started. The Professional begs off. Rich T. Boy throws The Professional out of the ring. Rich T. Boy goes through the ropes. Chastity Williams comes from behind and distracts The Professional. Rich T. Boy whips The Professional into the guardrail. Rich T. Boy whips The Professional into the guardrail. Rich T. Boy goes for flying headscissors, but The Professional throws him off. The Professional is handed brass knuckles. The Professional takes a swing at Rich T. Boy with the knuckles, but he gets out of the way. Rich T. Boy snatches the knuckles from him. Rich T. Boy hits him with the knuckles. MO: RTB staggers The Professional with the brass knux! A small "Rich T. Boy" chant is being started. Rich T. Boy grabs a chair. Rich T. Boy takes a running start and springs off the chair. Rich T. Boy hits an inverted DDT on The Professional. BB: That's gotta be illegal! Rich T. Boy whips The Professional into the guardrail. Rich T. Boy executes a Frankensteiner on The Professional. Rich T. Boy throws The Professional back into the ring. Rich T. Boy hits a moonsault from the second turnbuckle on The Professional. MO: This could be it! BB: No! Tim White counts: One, two, shoulder up. BB: See? Rich T. Boy hits The Professional with a rolling kick. A small "Rich T. Boy" chant is being started. Rich T. Boy nails The Professional with a cartwheel kick. Rich T. Boy whips The Professional into the ropes. Rich T. Boy misses with a kick. Rich T. Boy goes for flying headscissors, but The Professional throws him off. Rich T. Boy hits a flying dropkick on The Professional. MO: Missile dropkick! The Professional is hurt! Rich T. Boy goes for an armbar submission, but The Professional blocks it. The Professional whips Rich T. Boy into the ropes, but Rich T. Boy reverses it. The Professional hits a backspin DDT on Rich T. Boy. BB: What were you saying? The Professional is going for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. BB: Come on ref! That was a slow count! MO: Looked fine to me. The Professional takes Rich T. Boy down with an armbar takedown. The Professional is going for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. The Professional whips Rich T. Boy into the ropes. The Professional misses with a clothesline. The Professional uses a chop on Rich T. Boy. The Professional takes Rich T. Boy down with an armbar takedown. The Professional uses an inverted DDT on Rich T. Boy. A wave of boos is going through the crowd. The Professional executes the Professional Courtesy on Rich T. Boy. BB: He hits it again! This has to be it! A fan at ringside badmouths The Professional. The Professional goes for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, in the ropes... MO: Good ring position saved RTB on that one! The Professional goes for a flying elbowdrop, but Rich T. Boy rolls out of the way. Rich T. Boy nails The Professional with a flying dropkick. Rich T. Boy is getting a good reaction from the crowd. Rich T. Boy gives the sign for the Rich T. Bomb. BB: NO! Rich T. Boy places The Professional on the turnbuckle. Rich T. Boy executes the Rich T. Bomb on The Professional. MO: Yes! This could do it! The crowd is cheering on Rich T. Boy. Rich T. Boy goes for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. MO: I can't believe it! The Professional begs off. The Professional executes a low blow. MO: Professional with a cheap shot! RTB is down! A fan at ringside badmouths The Professional. He goes for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... kickout. The Professional throws Rich T. Boy out of the ring. The Professional goes through the ropes. The Professional hits a European uppercut on Rich T. Boy. Chastity Williams comes from behind, but The Professional nails Chastity Williams. Rich T. Boy whips The Professional into the guardrail. They're brawling inside the ring area. The Professional goes for a back suplex, but Rich T. Boy turns in mid-air and lands on him. Rich T. Boy throws The Professional back into the ring. Rich T. Boy hits a double-arm DDT on The Professional. Rich T. Boy uses a flying senton on The Professional. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... kickout. Rich T. Boy hits a flying senton on The Professional. Tim White counts: One, two, in the ropes... BB: He can't put The Professional away! Two flying sentons in a row won't even stop him! Rich T. Boy backflips off the turnbuckle. The crowd is cheering on Rich T. Boy. MO: This isn't the best time to celebrate. Rich T. Boy whips The Professional into the ropes. The Professional goes for a backspin DDT, but Rich T. Boy blocks it. Rich T. Boy takes The Professional down with a backspin DDT. The crowd is really behind Rich T. Boy. Rich T. Boy throws The Professional out of the ring. Rich T. Boy goes through the ropes. Rich T. Boy whips The Professional into the guardrail. Rich T. Boy hits The Professional with a rolling kick. Rich T. Boy goes for a Japanese armdrag takedown, but The Professional counters it with a lariat. MO: What a counter! The Professional damn near took his head off with that lariat! The Professional sets up a table. The Professional goes for a brain buster, but Rich T. Boy counters it with a small package. They're brawling inside the ring area. The Professional whips Rich T. Boy into the guardrail. The Professional is handed a baseball bat. The Professional hits him with the baseball bat. The Professional further incites the crowd. The Professional hits him with a baseball bat. The Professional takes Rich T. Boy down with a legsweep. MO: The Professional is just battering RTB with that bat! BB: I love it! The Professional whips Rich T. Boy into the guardrail. The Professional throws Rich T. Boy back into the ring. The Professional brings the the baseball bat into the ring. Rich T. Boy goes for a cartwheel kick, but The Professional side-steps and Rich T. Boy only hits air. MO: A narrow miss! The Professional is being booed like there is no tomorrow. The Professional executes the Professional Courtesy on Rich T. Boy. BB: Third time's a charm! This one's over! The Professional further incites the crowd. The Professional goes for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, three. Numerous fans are using The Professional for target practice. The winner is The Professional. Time of match: 0:08:50 MO: And The Professional comes out on top. BB: I can't lie, that was one hell of a match and a great effort by the champ RTB! Luckily for him, this one wasn't for the title. MO: Well, The Professional will get his chance to take the gold away at Ultra Slam... if this was any indication of what we have to look forward too, we may be in for a classic showdown. BB: Hey, what the hell is goin on here? The lights in the arena go out. Red, white and blue pyro bursts from the entranceway as Beethoven’s ninth symphony begins to play. Mike Torment walks out of the back getting the now normal mixed reaction from the crowd. Torment ignores the crowd and walks straight to the ring. Torment is handed a mic. Torment: Wow… can you believe all the ridiculousness going on in my life right now? So much to talk about. So mush that needs to be discussed. I would love to spend the next hour ripping Steve Fella apart. I would love to analyze his last promo and show what an utter joke it was. But we all know Steve’s problem with those magic plants and anything he really says is pointless anyway. Don’t get me wrong, my top priority right now is Steve Fella and my world title but for tonight I can’t be bothered with that damn pothead. So for tonight, I’m not even going to bother with the waste that is Steve Fella. What I would like to do right now is set the record straight on another subject. Paine… brother… come down to the ring please so we can get off our chests what we need to. "Lateralus" by Tool begins to blair out over the PA. Paine walks out from the back in his usual wrestling attire. Paine walks slowly and methodically to the ring. Paine enters the ring and stands a foot away from Mike Torment. Torment: This is all new for me too. A brother. A brother that I have such a rich history with without ever knowing who you were. I understand that on Saturday you were in shock. You weren’t ready to say what you have to say. So, here is you chance Paine, Michael, friend and brother. Torment hands Paine the mic. Paine: We have a match. Paine throws the mic out of the ring. Torment stares at Paine with a confused look as Chris Steele and Rich T. Boy come charging down the aisle. MO: It's on! Rich T. Boy gives him an inverted DDT, but Paine only stares at him. Rich T. Boy hits Paine with a dragon suplex. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, kickout. Rich T. Boy executes a rolling kick on Paine. Rich T. Boy nails Paine with a backspin DDT. A small "Rich T. Boy" chant is being started. Rich T. Boy hits a moonsault from the second turnbuckle on Paine. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, kickout. Paine sits up. You can hear a few scattered fans booing Paine. Rich T. Boy whips Paine into the turnbuckle. Rich T. Boy whips Paine into the ropes. Rich T. Boy misses with an elbow. Rich T. Boy hits Paine with a kick. Paine sits up. A few fans are booing Paine. Rich T. Boy takes Paine down with a flying dropkick. Paine sits up. BB: Damn! MO: Even though he just partook in a war with The Professional, RTB is down here doing a number on Paine! A few fans are booing Paine. Rich T. Boy tags out to Chris Steele. Chris Steele and Rich T. Boy whip Paine into the ropes. They hit Paine with a double elbowsmash. Rich T. Boy hits Paine with a belly-to-belly suplex. Chris Steele climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Paine nails him in the stomach. Chris Steele falls onto the top turnbuckle. Rich T. Boy leaves the ring. Chris Steele falls back into the ring. Paine runs into the ropes. Paine executes a flying lariat on Chris Steele. Paine executes a legdrop on Chris Steele. Paine uses a legdrop on Chris Steele. MO: What a combo by Paine! BB: Chris Steele's in a lot of "Paine" now, huh? MO: Shut the HELL up. Paine yells at the crowd. A few fans are booing Paine. Paine goes for a fisherman suplex, but Chris Steele blocks it. Chris Steele whips Paine into the ropes. Chris Steele misses with a shoulderblock. Chris Steele executes a clothesline on Paine. Paine sits up. You can hear a few scattered fans booing Paine. Chris Steele tags out to Rich T. Boy. Mike Torment enters the ring and lays out Chris Steele. MO: Torment levels Steele from behind! BB: Good, Steele needs to get the hell out of the ring. Paine and Mike Torment whip Rich T. Boy into the ropes. They hit Rich T. Boy with a double backdrop. Mike Torment leaves the ring. Paine nails Rich T. Boy with a jack-knife power bomb. BB: Jack-knife! It could be over! Earl Hebner counts: One, two, kickout. MO: I can't believe RTB kicked out! He's taken all kinds of punishment tonight! Paine tags out to Mike Torment. Mike Torment executes a fisherman suplex on Rich T. Boy. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, shoulder up. Mike Torment goes for a full nelson camel clutch, but Rich T. Boy blocks it. Rich T. Boy punches Mike Torment. The crowd is cheering on Rich T. Boy. Mike Torment chops Rich T. Boy. The crowd is starting to get behind Mike Torment. Mike Torment kicks Rich T. Boy. Mike Torment hits Rich T. Boy. The crowd is starting to get behind Mike Torment. Mike Torment tags out to Paine. Paine and Mike Torment whip Rich T. Boy into the ropes. They attempt to hit Rich T. Boy with a double kick to the midsection, but he counters it with a double clothesline. Mike Torment leaves the ring. Rich T. Boy throws Paine out of the ring. Rich T. Boy goes through the ropes. Chastity Williams comes from behind and distracts Paine. Rich T. Boy attempts to place Paine on the turnbuckle, but Paine blocks it. Chris Steele comes over to make it two-on-one. Chris Steele gives him a Yakuza kick, but Paine only stares at him. BB: Paine is unphased! Steele doesn't know how to react. Rich T. Boy goes for a back suplex, but Paine counters it with a legsweep. Paine whips Rich T. Boy into the guardrail. Paine goes for the Fall From Grace, but Rich T. Boy counters it with an atomic drop. MO: What a counter! Rich T. Boy whips Paine into the guardrail. They're brawling inside the ring area. Rich T. Boy executes a savate kick on Paine. Chris Steele comes over to make it two-on-one. Chris Steele takes Paine down with a flying lariat. MO: Steele comes flying in and lays Paine out! Rich T. Boy hits Paine with a dragon suplex. Chris Steele hits a dropkick from the second rope on Paine. Rich T. Boy goes for a back suplex, but Paine side-steps and Rich T. Boy only hits air. Paine nails Rich T. Boy with a Tombstone. Paine whips Rich T. Boy into the guardrail. Mike Torment comes over to make it two-on-one. Mike Torment hits a Soviet suplex on Rich T. Boy. Paine executes the Fall From Grace on Rich T. Boy on the concrete floor. BB: Fall From Grace on the concrete! That could be the end! Paine is starting to get under the crowd's skin. Mike Torment comes over to make it two-on-one. Paine and Mike Torment hit Rich T. Boy with a double bodyslam. Mike Torment goes for a bodyslam, but Rich T. Boy blocks it. Chris Steele comes over to make it two-on-one. Rich T. Boy and Chris Steele hit Paine with a double inverted DDT. Mike Torment comes over and lays out Chris Steele. The crowd is starting to get behind Mike Torment. Mike Torment puts Rich T. Boy in a full nelson camel clutch. Paine goes for a full nelson, but Rich T. Boy blocks it. Rich T. Boy knocks Paine into the ringpost. Rich T. Boy whips Paine into the guardrail. Rich T. Boy goes for a backspin DDT, but Paine blocks it. Paine throws Rich T. Boy back into the ring. Paine chops Rich T. Boy. Paine is starting to get under the crowd's skin. Rich T. Boy hits Paine. Paine kicks Rich T. Boy. Paine is starting to get under the crowd's skin. Rich T. Boy punches Paine. There are lots of chants for Rich T. Boy. Rich T. Boy places Paine on the turnbuckle. Rich T. Boy executes the Rich T. Bomb on Paine. MO: He drills it! The crowd is really behind Rich T. Boy. Rich T. Boy goes for the pin. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, in the ropes... BB: Heads up move by Paine! Rich T. Boy gives him a rolling kick, but Paine doesn't even care. Rich T. Boy goes for an inverted DDT, but Paine blocks it. Paine goes for a fisherman buster, but Rich T. Boy blocks it. Rich T. Boy runs into the ropes. Paine goes for a bodyslam, but Rich T. Boy blocks it. Rich T. Boy chops Paine. Rich T. Boy is getting a good reaction from the crowd. Rich T. Boy kicks Paine. Paine chops Rich T. Boy. The crowd is booing Paine. Paine punches Rich T. Boy. The crowd is booing Paine. Paine chops Rich T. Boy. The crowd is booing Paine. Rich T. Boy punches Paine. Paine kicks Rich T. Boy. A wave of boos is going through the crowd. Rich T. Boy tags out to Chris Steele. Paine chokeslams Chris Steele. BB: Hahaha! Not a pleasant way for Chris Steele to enter the match! Paine sends Chris Steele into the turnbuckle. Paine tries to hit Chris Steele with an Avalanche, but he moves out of the way. Paine hits nothing but air. Chris Steele kicks Paine. Chris Steele executes a DDT on Paine. Chris Steele sends Paine into the ropes. Chris Steele tries to hit Paine with a clothesline, but he ducks out of the way. Paine hits Chris Steel with a shoulderblock. Paine tags out to Mike Torment. MO: Torment is in, and he is all over Steele already! Mike Torment punches Chris Steele. Mike Torment executes a suplex on Chris Steele. Mike Torment tries to send Chris Steele into the turnbuckle, but he reverses it. Chris Steele hits Mike Torment with a dropkick. Suddenly a man dressed completely in black from head to toe, sprints out from the back. The Man in Black is carrying a steel chair. The Man in Black nails Paine in the back with the steel chair. Paine falls off the ring apron. The man hits Paine in the head with the Steel chair. Paine is busted open. BB: Who the hell was that? MO: I don't know, but he just took Paine out! Chris Steele tags in Rich T. Boy. Rich T. Boy and Chris Steele hit Mike Torment with a double suplex. Rich T. Boy executes a swinging neckbreaker on Mike Torment. Rich T. Boy goes for the cover. The Referee counts: One, Two, Thr...Mike Torment kicks out. The Man in Black drops the chair. The Man in Black tosses back the ring apron. The Man in Black pulls out a bullwhip. The Man in Black lashes Paine with the bull-whip. The Man in Black lashes Paine with the bull-whip. BB: Somebody ring the bell! Disqualify someone! This guy's beating te hell out of Paine with a whip! Rich T. Boy sends Mike Torment into the ropes. Rich T. Boy goes for a flying clothesline, but Mike Torment ducks out of the way. Mike Torment punches Rich T. Boy. Mike Torment kicks Rich T. Boy. Mike Torment hits a suplex on Rich T. Boy. Mike Torment excutes the Apocolypse on Rich T. Boy. Mike Torment goes for the cover. The Referee counts: One, Two, Chris Steele breaks up the fall. The Man in Black uses the bull-whip to choke Piane. The Man in Black stomps on Paine. The Man in Black stomps on Paine. Rich T. Boy tags out to Chris Steele. Mike Torment goes to his corner, but Paine isn't there. Mike Torment looks for Paine. Mike Torment turns around and is met with a kick to the midsection. Chris Steele executes a suplex on Mike Torment. Chris Steele climbs the turnbuckle. Chris Steele executes the 24/7 on Mike Torment. BB: No! This isn't fair! It's two on one! The Man in Black sets up the chair. The Man in Black wraps the bull-whip around Paine's neck. The Man in Black uses the bull-whip to snapemare Paine over and onto the chair. Paine is out cold. Paine is bleeding like a faucet. MO: This man in black is dismantling Paine! What's this all about? The Man in Black kicks Piane. The Man in Black picks up the bull-whip and chair. The Man in Black jumps into the crowd. Chris Steele goes for the pin. Brian Bowers, Wayne Reid, Shawn Bryant and Dylan Pierce charge the ring. Brian Bowers has a steel chair in hand. Brian Bowers hits Chris Steele with the chair. Brian Bowers hits Mike Torment with the chair. The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos. Shawn Bryant kicks Paine. Shawn Bryant kicks Paine. Shawn Bryant kicks Paine. Dylan Pierce takes Rich T. Boy down with a superkick. Wayne Reid executes a bearhug slam on Rich T. Boy. Shawn Bryant takes Paine down with a powerbomb. Brian Bowers levels Chris Steele with a chairshot. Chris Steele is busted wide open. The decibel level in the building is unbelievable. Paine is staggering to his feet. Brian Bowers hits Paine with the chair. Brian Bowers hits Paine with the chair. Paine goes down. Wayne Reid corners Mike Torment against the ring apron. Wayne Reid hits Mike Torment with a kick to the midsection. Wayne Reid nails Mike Torment with an avalanche. Wayne Reid whips Mike Torment into the guardrail. Brian Bowers, positioning himself behind Mike Torment, turns the chair sideways and swings it into the back of Mike Torment’s knees. Mike Torment collapses. The crowd is wildly booing Shin Jun Rui with only a few scattered cheers audible. Brian Bowers throws the chair down and points to Wayne Reid, then to Paine. Wayne Reid catches Paine in a standing head-scissors. Wayne Reid lifts Paine up for a piledriver. Shawn Bryant runs over to deliver the spike. Wayne Reid and Shawn Bryant execute a spike piledriver onto the chair on Paine. Paine is out cold. Mike Torment attacks Wayne Reid from behind. Mike Torment punches Wayne Reid. Mike Torment punches Wayne Reid. Mike Torment punches Wayne Reid. Mike Torment executes a series of punches on Wayne Reid. The crowd is cheering Mike Torment on. Dylan Pierce nails Rich T. Boy with a spin kick. Dylan Pierce whips Rich T. Boy into the guardrail. Dylan Pierce vaults up onto the ring apron. Dylan Pierce takes Rich T. Boy down with a Frankensteiner off the apron. Brian Bowers pulls the ringside mats away. Brian Bowers executes a brainbuster on the exposed concrete on Rich T. Boy. Rich T. Boy is out cold. Brian Bowers is being pelted with debris. Chris Steele comes out of nowhere to take Brian Bowers down with a jumping clothesline. The crowd explodes. Chris Steele executes a series of mounted punches on Brian Bowers. “Steele” chants echo throughout the arena. Mike Torment hits Wayne Reid. Mike Torment punches Wayne Reid. Wayne Reid punches Mike Torment. Wayne Reid punches Mike Torment. Mike Torment punches Wayne Reid. Mike Torment goes for a roundhouse right, but Shawn Bryant takes him down from behind. Shawn Bryant and Dylan Pierce execute a double thrust kick to the head on Mike Torment. Shawn Bryant and Dylan Pierce take Mike Torment down with a double inverted DDT on the exposed concrete. Shawn Bryant throws Mike Torment back into the ring. Shawn Bryant and Wayne Reid follow him back in. Dylan Pierce levels Chris Steele with a spinning heel kick. The crowd is wildly booing Shin Jun Rui. Brian Bowers picks up the chair. Dylan Pierce nails Chris Steele with a running lariat. Brian Bowers hits Chris Steele with a chairshot to the shoulder. Brian Bowers hits Chris Steele with a chairshot to the shoulder. Brian Bowers hits Chris Steele with a chairshot to the shoulder. Dylan Pierce nails Chris Steele with a low blow. Brian Bowers sweeps the monitors off the Canadian announcers’ table. Brian Bowers climbs up onto the announcers’ table and signals to Dylan Pierce. Dylan Pierce hoists Chris Steele up onto the Canadian announcers’ table. Meanwhile, Wayne Reid and Shawn Bryant are working Mike Torment over with kicks and stomps. Brian Bowers gives the sign for the No More Apologies. Brian Bowers executes the No More Apologies through the announcers’ table on Chris Steele. The announcers’ table shatters. The boos being directed at Shin Jun Rui overpower all other noise in the arena. Dylan Pierce stomps Chris Steele. Dylan Pierce stomps Chris Steele. Chris Steele is still fighting it. Dylan Pierce stomps Chris Steele. Dylan Pierce stomps Chris Steele. Chris Steele may have passed out from the pain. Brian Bowers releases the hold after 21 seconds. Chris Steele isn’t moving. Dylan Pierce slides into the ring. Brian Bowers looks for something underneath the ring. Brian Bowers finds a shovel. Brian Bowers rolls into the ring. Mike Torment tries to dive at Brian Bowers, but is restrained by Shawn Bryant, Dylan Pierce and Wayne Reid. Brian Bowers: Hold him! Hold him! Brian Bowers hauls back with the shovel. Brian Bowers hits Mike Torment with the shovel. Mike Torment is busted wide open. Mike Torment is out cold. The ring is rapidly filling up with debris. Brian Bowers motions for Shin Jun Rui to lift Mike Torment back up. They lift Mike Torment back to his feet. Brian Bowers hits Mike Torment with the shovel. Mike Torment is a bloody mess. Brian Bowers throws the shovel aside. The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos. Brian Bowers calls for a microphone. Shawn Bryant holds the limp Mike Torment up. Brian Bowers gets in his face. Brian Bowers: Tonight, Torment, you have been granted a vision of the future. Bastards Incorporated...not to mention The Future...lying defeated at the feet of the New Human Beings! The great Mike Torment, bloody and unconscious, completely at the mercy of Shin Jun Rui! This is the new world, Torment – get used to it or get OUT of it. The crowd is trying to drown Brian Bowers out with a “fuck off and die” chant. Brian Bowers: I don’t blame you for making your match with Steve Fella at Ultra Slam your primary concern...but do NOT forget about us. Shin Jun Rui has already reduced The Future to a joke, and the process of overthrowing Bastards Incorporated is well underway. Soon, Torment, we will strike the final blow, and Shin Jun Rui will be the ONLY ones still standing! Brian Bowers spikes the microphone. Shawn Bryant drops Mike Torment. “The Antipop” by Primus begins blaring over the PA. Shin Jun Rui leave the ring en masse, leaving Mike Torment laying prone in the center of the ring. The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos. EMT’s come and help Chris Steele and Rich T. Boy to the back. Paine sits up and walks to the back alone. This match is a no contest. Time of match: 0:09:09 BB: Jesus Christ, that was insane! I'm still not sure what just happened, but I know that Paine and Mike Torment got the living shit beat out of them! MO: Obviously... what is this NOW? Mike Torment is slowly getting back to his feet. “Smoke Two Joints” by Sublime hits the P.A. Mike Torment gives an expression words can’t describe. MO : It appears that Mike Torment’s day is going to get even worse! [Out struts “Suicide” Steve Fella wearing his wrestling gear with an ICON cut-off t-shirt over top. He has the SFWL World Title around his waist. The fans is going crazy. Fella stops and points to the World Title, then to the ICON logo on his t-shirt. Mike Torment is stunned in the ring, leaning on the ring ropes. Fella stops at the top of the entrance ramp and is handed a mic.] Steve Fella: Hello…germs! The fans go crazy. Steve Fella: Well, Mikey, it looks like your day is going off too well. Being beaten and bloody, and its not even in the third match of the card. How we fall from grace so fast. The glorius Mike Torment, self proclaimed God and Deity, barely even able to scratch the top of the card. And you call yourself a Main Eventer? Ha, you’re nothing more than a disgrace to what superstar status you had, Torment. I’ve been headlining card after card since WrestleFest while you lingered trying to keep as much attention as you as possible. And for what? So you can walk into the greatest show of them all, and embarrass yourself? Face it Mike, the SFWL has once again regained its prominence…and who better to be its champion then the ICON, “Suicide”…Steve…Fella! Steve Fella pauses and looks out into the crowd. The fans start to chant his name. Steve Fella looks down at the ring. Mike Torment is back on his feet but has a very blank look on his face. Steve Fella begins to walk down to the ring. The crowd pops. Ann: I think this confrontation is going to get a little more physical. And by the looks at Mike Torment’s condition, its all going to be on him! Steve Fella: But don’t worry Mike. Even though your humble loss at Ultra Slam will mean that you won’t be becoming Champion anytime soon, I’ll still make your ass famous again. Haven’t heard someone tell you that in a while, Mike, have you? But let’s face it, Mike Torment needs an upgrade. The fans are sick and tired of you, I’m sick and tired of you, and according to the Neilsons, everybody is sick and tired of you. But like I said, there is hope. Hope in a man who made some of the biggest names in the business, by beating them in the center of the ring. People like Suplex Master…and while I haven’t been able to, but am capable of doing now, Wolf…Grimm Reaper, Kent McKnight, Gabriel, Evan Scarlett, Arioc…and even though I didn’t beat this person…even your punk ass. Steve Fella stops right outside the ring. Steve Fella looks around the crowd again. Steve Fella climbs on the apron. Steve Fella: The only problem is…I’m not a big enough man to do it. Steve Fella climbs into the ring. The fans are going nuts. Steve Fella: The fact is, I hate you too much. You ever wonder why I chose your Bastards Inc. to ride on its coattails? You ever hear the old saying, keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer… Steve Fella stars walking slowly towards Mike Torment. Mike Torment doesn’t even appear to be coherent. Steve Fella: I was just buying my time! Steve Fella stops and looks up at Mike Torment. Steve Fella: Well, Mikey, it appears to be 4:20…my time. My time to kick your ass! Steve Fella punches Mike Torment. Mike Torment rocks on the ropes. Mike Torment goes to swing at Steve Fella, but Steve Fella moves out of the way. Steve Fella hits a dragon suplex. Mike Torment’s neck bounces off the mat. Mike Torment is clutching his neck. MO: Mike Torment just received one of the most vicious dragon suplexes I have ever seen! Steve Fella takes off the SFWL World Title. He lays it across the face of Mike Torment. Steve Fella jumps onto the top turnbuckle. Steve Fella pauses and poses for the crowd. Steve Fella hits a frog splash on the title belt. Mike Torment flares around clutching his face. Blood is smeared all over the canvas. Steve Fella picks up the World Title. Steve Fella kneels over Mike Torment and starts raking the belt into Mike Torment’s face. Steve Fella has a very sadistic look on his face. Steve Fella finally stops. Mike Torment is now face down on the canvas. Steve Fella walks over to the ring ropes. Steve Fella looks at the blood smeared across the World Title. Steve Fella grins at what he’s done. Steve Fella raises the belt into the air. “Smoke Two Joints” by Sublime starts playing again. Steve Fella walks from the ring with mostly cheers, but a few mixed reactions. MO: I think we just saw Steve Fella go crazy. Just in time for Ultra Slam. What a main event Steve Fella versus Mike Torment will be. EMT’s run to the ring and take Torment out on a stretcher. "Cocky" by Kid Rock begins to play over the sound system. The lights go dark and green $$$ sign spot lights light up the entrance ramp and circle the arena, the front of the stage is completely green and foggy. From the mist walks Kevin Cash who is in his wrestling attire consisting of a long pair of black wrestling tights with CA$H written on the side and $$$ signs on the back. He also wears a "Mr. SFWL" cut off and a pair of Ray-Ban shades. Cash has his long blonde hair tied back in a pony tail and has grown a small blonde chin goatee. Cash stops at the top of the entrance ramp and takes a bow to the crowd. The crowd responds in a chorus of boos. Cash just smirks and makes his way down to the ring. He somersaults over the top rope, rolling on the mat and hops to his feet & raises his arms in the air. Cash then pulls out a mic. Cash: HELLO.......LOSERS!!! Crowd starts to boo even louder. Cash: Bitches, hoes, wannabe playas and pimps, the SFWL proudly presents to you the single most important wrestler in SFWL history, he is a man without limits, he is a man that backs down from nobody and takes on any challenge. This one man is known to be a true ICON and role model to millions of little kids as well as being a multimillion dollar man. I present to you, YOUR next SFWL World Heavyweight Champion.........ME!!!!! Steve Fella is looking on with an evil smirk on his face. Cash gets hit in the back of the head with a beer bottle as this only further incites the crowd. Cash turns around and points out an old fat balding man with a few missing front teeth in the front row. Cash: Listen here Ralfus! If your no-good, beer belly, tabacoo spittin, manure scoopin, weed pickin redneck ass ever throws anything at me again, I'll personally take you out back and beat some respect into ya! The old man flips Cash a bird. The crowd starts to laugh. Cash: (under his breath) fat ass......Anyway, people listen up because I have something to say and when I talk you shut up and listen. In just a few minutes I, Mr. SFWL him self will be taking on that wannabe me, Suicide Steven Feller for MY SFWL World Heavyweight title. Now Steven, I couldn't help to listen to your interview this time around because well, It was a good promo, for one reason only. You mentioned my name. Steven you run your mouth about how I have imitated you and copied your every move. You talk about how I want to be like you sooooo much. But Fella that's further from the truth then I've ever heard in my life. You see when KC first entered the SFWL my first rival was none other then you Fella. You claimed back then that I was trying to rip you off but lets get real for just one minute I was just stating the facts. And I proved it to the world. Because back then Fella you said the same thing you did now. And we all know what happened last time you ran your mouth to ole Kevin Cash don't ya Fella. We had a little match of our own and "The Big Money" defeated "Suicide" in a match and that is WHY I call my self a TRUE ICON in this sport. I beat the self proclaimed ICON back when I first entered this league and I am going to do it tonight ONCE AGAIN! But this time Fella that SFWL Heavyweight title is up for grabs and I WILL defeat you and I WILL become the Champ! You call your self Mr. Five Star well Fella tonight I'm going to put on a 6-Star performance! And that my friends is a check your ass cant cash!! BB: Here we go! They lock up. Steve Fella executes a double underhook backbreaker on Kevin Cash. The crowd is cheering on Steve Fella. Steve Fella is going for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, kickout. BB: You ain't takin Mr. Cash out like that! Steve Fella throws Kevin Cash out of the ring. Steve Fella goes through the ropes. Steve Fella goes for a DDT, but Kevin Cash blocks it. Kevin Cash whips Steve Fella into the guardrail. Kevin Cash goes for a backspin DDT, but Steve Fella counters it with a belly-to-belly suplex. Steve Fella raises his arms and shouts. Steve Fella is getting a good reaction from the crowd. Sexxy Hoe comes from behind and distracts Steve Fella. Sexxy Hoe comes from behind and distracts Steve Fella. They're brawling inside the ring area. Sexxy Hoe comes from behind, but Steve Fella nails Sexxy Hoe. Kevin Cash grabs a chair. Kevin Cash sets up the chair. Kevin Cash goes for a backspin DDT, but Steve Fella blocks it. Steve Fella whips Kevin Cash into the guardrail. Steve Fella goes for the Michinoku Driver, but Kevin Cash counters it with a small package. Kevin Cash hits Steve Fella with a low blow. Kevin Cash sets up a table. Kevin Cash goes for a backspin DDT, but Steve Fella blocks it. Steve Fella goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Kevin Cash counters it with a punch. Kevin Cash whips Steve Fella into the guardrail. Kevin Cash sets up Steve Fella on the table. Kevin Cash executes Money Maker through the table. The table didn't break. BB: Do it again, do it again! Kevin Cash goes for a back heel kick, but Steve Fella ducks out of the way. K8E comes from behind and distracts Kevin Cash. Steve Fella is handed a frying pan. MO: Here we go! Steve Fella hits him with the frying pan. The crowd is cheering on Steve Fella. Steve Fella executes a moonsault on Kevin Cash. Steve Fella reenters the ring. Kevin Cash follows him back in. Kevin Cash brings the the frying pan into the ring. Kevin Cash climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Steve Fella nails him in the stomach. Kevin Cash falls onto the top turnbuckle. MO: Cash singing in soprano... BB: Hey cliche... how's it going? The crowd is cheering on Steve Fella. Steve Fella takes a swing at Kevin Cash with the frying pan, but he gets out of the way. Kevin Cash snatches the frying pan from him. Kevin Cash takes a swing at Steve Fella with the frying pan, but he gets out of the way. Steve Fella snatches the frying pan from him. Steve Fella takes a swing at Kevin Cash with the frying pan, but he gets out of the way. Kevin Cash snatches the frying pan from him. Kevin Cash hits him with the frying pan. BB: I think Cash just knocked a few of Fella's teeth into the third row! Kevin Cash is starting to get under the crowd's skin. Tim White throws the frying pan out of the ring. Steve Fella falls back into the ring. Kevin Cash takes Steve Fella down with a flying somersault dropkick. Tim White counts: One, two, shoulder up. Kevin Cash goes for the Doctor Bomb, but Steve Fella counters it with a backdrop . Steve Fella sets up the chair. Steve Fella goes for a Death Valley Driver, but Kevin Cash blocks it. Kevin Cash runs into the ropes. Steve Fella hits Kevin Cash with a kick to the midsection. Steve Fella executes the Redemption on Kevin Cash. MO: Redemption! He hit it! Steve Fella goes for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, in the ropes... Steve Fella hits Kevin Cash with Jackass Drop. MO: Jackass Drop! Cash can't take much more of this type of punishment! Steve Fella nails Kevin Cash with a backdrop driver. Steve Fella gets a dragon sleeper on Kevin Cash. Steve Fella lets go after 15 seconds. Mike Torment emerges on the entrance ramp. Torment is completely covered in dry blood. His blonde hair, now completely red is covering his face. Torment limps to the ringside area. Torment grabs the bloodied world title from the timekeepers table. Torment puts the World title belt around his waist. MO: Oh my God Torment is back out here! I can't believe he's not in the emergency room! BB: Just goes to show why Mike Torment should be the champion, not the pot smoking... Steve Fella hits the Redemption on Kevin cash. MO: That's gotta be it! He can't kick out twice! Torment climbs to the top rope. Steve Fella goes for the pin. Mike Torment dives off the top rope nailing Steve Fella in the back with a flying body splash. Fella falls off of Kevin Cash. Kevin Cash is out cold BB: He just crushed Fella and Cash! They're both out! Torment doubles over in pain but staggers to his feet. Torment takes off the world title. Torment whips Fella in the back with the world title. Torment whips Fella in the back with the world title. Torment whips Fella in the back with the world title. Torment whips Fella in the back with the world title. Torment screams at the crowd while flailing the world title in the air. MO: Fella's back is covered in welts! Someone put an end to this! BB: Why? Torment whips Fella in the back with the world title. Torment drapes Kevin Cash over Steve Fella. Tim white counts: One, two, thr… Mike Torment pulls Kevin Cash off of Steve Fella. Torment whips Fella in the face with the world title. Fella is busted wide open. MO: This is disgusting! Torment asks for a mic. Torment: Hate! You want to talk about hate? You know nothing about hate Steve Fella. But what you have is not hate, it’s jealousy. No matter what you do, what you say, how you act, what you eat or what you smoke, you will never in your life be half of what Mike Torment is. Never. I own you. I’ve always owned you. You can’t keep me down. You think a beating from you will keep me down? You think Bowers can keep me down? You’re just the next person in line to try and take down Mike Torment. Many have tried. You even tried. But you failed just like everyone else. You think for a second I’m going to let Cash walk out of here as the champ? He had you beat and I had to save your ass. You know why I saved you Steve? You know why? Well it’s twofold… first… I find it a good hobby to make sure you know I’m responsible for everything you have. Your fame, your fortune… all a result of mooching off of Mike Torment. Second reason… There is no way I’m facing Cash at UltraSlam for my belt. I’m going to take pleasure in embarrassing you one more time. Just can’t wait to see what excuse you come up with this time you f’n baby. Torment whips Fella in the face with the world title. Torment throws Steve Fella on top of Kevin Cash Tim White counts: One, two, three. The crowd erupts. The winner is Steve Fella. Time of match: 0:05:04 BB: I don't understand this. Why did Torment let Fella win? Torment turns Fella onto his back. Torment puts his right foot on Steve Fella’s chest. Torment raises the world title high in the air. Torment shakes his bloodied hair back and laughs hysterically. MO: Mike Torment appears to have lost it, ladies and gentleman. He looks like a man posessed! BB: Kick him again! MO: You're so helpful. Ladies and gentlemen, this was one hell of a night! A lot of interesting developments, and no doubt only a taste of things to come between now and Ultra Slam 6. For Bergin Brennock, I'm Mike Oliver... goodnight! __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Greetings - Send FREE e-cards for every occasion! http://greetings.yahoo.com