A rotating SFWL logo appears, then fades out. A deep voice is heard: And God said, "Let there be light" Rickard: Ladies and gentlemen...people of the world...the SFWL is proud to present this, our main event! Mike Torment coming down the aisle at Ultraslam with the The Mormon Tabernacle Choir and a laser light American Flag behind him. While he walks, the recording plays. Rickard: In this corner, our challenger...founding member of Bastards Incorporated...seven time heavy weight champion of the world...acknowledged by many as the greatest wrester in the world today...MIKE TORMENT!!! Steve Fella coming down the aisle with Dave Matthews Band at his back. The recording plays for him as well. Rickard: And in this corner, the ICON of the SFWL...a man whose longevity in this sport is matched only by his talent and desire to win...YOUR world heavyweight champion...STEVE FELLA! Steve Fella and Mike Torment sizing each other up. An echo of the words: Founding member of the Bastards Incorporated. Suddenly a string of shots: Mike Torment using a Jack-knife Powerbomb on Steve Fella. Steve Fella jumping on Torment with a space flying Tiger Drop. Mike Torment exicuting the Apocalypse on Steve Fella onto the concrete floor. Steve Fella bleeding. TZ: You can tell there is absolutely NO love lost between these two men! BK: To say they hate one another would be an understatement. Steve Fella exictuting the Jack-Ass drop on Mike Torment. Mike Torment exicuting the Apocalypse again, and once again. Steve Fella kicking out. TZ: Twice! Twice Fella has kicked out of the Apocalypse! The shots speed up. Echo: Founding Member of the Bastards Incorporated. Mike Torment exicuting the Jackass Drop on Steve Fella. Steve Fella hitting Mike Torment with a spear. Mike Torment using a Canadian Backbreaker on Steve Fella. Steve Fella exicuting a frog splash on Mike Torment. Echo: Founding member of the Bastards Incorporated. A shot of the BI's together. Steve Fella throwing Mike Torment out of the ring. A shot of The BI's together again. Mike Torment bleeding. Mike Torment exicuting a dragon screw on Steve Fella. Tirok Siban and Kent Mcknight coming to the ring. Echo: Founding member of the Bastards Incorporated. The Proffesional coming beside Siban and Mcknight. BK: All the original Bastards? What's going on..." Torment, punching, kicking, chopping Steve Fella. Night Wing limping out to the ring. A shot of the BI's together. Shin Mebadazz watching from the ramp. Steve Fella exictuing a belly-to-back superplex on Mike Torment. A shot of the BI's together. A shot of Mike Torment and his brother, Paine. Paine coming out to the ring. Mike Torment using a Dragon Suplex on Torment. The crowd going nuts. Paine using a forearm in the back of Torments skull. A shot of Paine and Torment together. TZ: What the hell is going on here?! Paine smashing Torment with the bell. Nightwing and Paine arguing. Echo: Founding member of the Bastards Incorporated. Steve Fella locking Mike Torment in the full-nelson camal clutch. Torments arm, falling, falling, and falling again. Nightwing helping Torment up. Fella, Mcknight, Tirok Siban staring down the Proffesional. TZ: This doesn't look like a reunion, more like a war. Paine: There's a little problem here...I'm not your brother. A shot of Paine and Torment together. Torment: But if not you, then who? Th Proffesional tapping Torment on the shoulder. A shot of the proffesional Torment together. TZ: MY god! The proffesional is Mike Torments brother! The words Mike Torments brother echo. Paine nailing Torment from behind. All the others beating on him. Shin Mebadazz exicuting a moonsault on Torment. TZ: MY god! this is insane! Torments master plan has backfired thanks to his older brother! The Pro: Tonight...I am Micheal Torment! Tonight, I am Shin Jun Rui! The Pro: Oh, and little brother? Remember: NEVER TRUST A BASTARD! Torment bleeding on the ground. TZ: I can't even begin to see what kind of impact this will have on the SFWL...All I can say is, you'd better be here for Unleashed! Black. "Watershed" by the foo fighters comes on. Steve Fella using the Jack-Ass Drop on Mike Torment. The Proffesional Exicuting the proffesional curtisy on Wayne Reid. Chris Steele exicuting the 24/7 from the top rope. S Brian Bowers spitting blood at Chris Steele. Malik Johnson walking down a filthy allyway. Brad Hunter exicuting a brain buster through a table on Pedro. F Dylan Pierce exicuting the Cardinal Sin on Bryce Smith. Sunder Ryan giving the sign for The Light on the top rope. Wayne Reid whipping Mike Torment into barbed wire. Freebird standing in front of a rebel flag. Charlie Yin-Yang exictuting the Schizophrenic Drop. W Mike Paine Exicuting the Fall From Grace on Kevin Cash. The Frat exicuting the Phi Beta Slamma. Shin Jun Rui. Mike Torment screaming in pain. L Steve Fella holding the Heavey Weight title. The SFWL Logo. Black. (A shot of the crowd cheering in the [ ]. It spins around the arena as the voice of F. T. J. Macky cuts in) T.J.: I don't have anything to say this evening except for one thing: What the hell is going here in the SFWL? Good evening ladies and gentleman, I'm F. T. J. Macky alongside the esteemed "Man at Arms"-Kid Ramon! Kid: Brother, if there ever was a time for me to agree with you, it would be now! This place is going straight to hell! T.J.: A bit of an overexageration there, Kid...But you're close. The BI's are no more! And what's worse: Steve Fella still has the world title! Kid: What do you have against Fella, FRANK? T.J.: Nothing, Kid...But things sure do get crazy around here in that situation. Even you know that. Suddenly, the house lights cut out. Kid: And speaking of crazy...What's this, baby? T.J.: I've got no idea, Kid...But I've got a feeling it's not good! The Jumbotron abruptly cuts to static as "The Antipop" by Primus begins blaring over the PA. The crowd starts booing as the introduction of the song begins, and the arena is plunged into near-total darkness, save for the static on the Jumbotron screen. As the first verse of the song begins, blue pyro erupts from the entryway and Jumbotron frame, revealing Brian Bowers standing, steel chair in hand, at the top of the entrance ramp. The Shin Jun Rui logo fades in from behind the static. T.J.: I knew it! Nothing good can come of this, Kid. How can these guys even be allowed to walk the halls? The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos. T.J.: Yeah, that's well deserved too! Brian Bowers is dressed in his usual ring attire - torn khakis, maroon J.B. Goodhue construction boots, and an electric-blue-on-black Shin Jun Rui t-shirt, with the Shin Jun Rui logo printed across the front, and "Help Us, Save Us, Take Us Away" in block capitals on the back. The sleeves are cut off at the shoulders, revealing the chain tattoos that wrap around both his arms. Brian Bowers is also sporting a plastic noseguard due to the broken nose he sustained in the Thunderdome match at Ultra Slam 6. Rather than the usual clear plastic, however, it is a barely-translucent dark grey, giving Bowers an unusual and somewhat menacing appearance. His face is heavily bruised around the mask, and one cheek is entirely covered with a massive bruise. His nose has been reset, but it is still swollen. Kid: I'd say Bowers looks good, considering the circumstances. T.J.: Yeah, well he deserved any soreness and pain he got, after what he did to Chris Steele. Kate Elliot is at Brian Bowers' side, dressed in faded black jeans, ankle-high Doc Martens boots and a t-shirt identical to Brian's, carrying a steel chair of her own. T.J.: Yeah, and nevermind the chairs... Kid: FRANK. You'd better be quiet before they bring the chairs after YOU! They are flanked by "The Proffesional, Michael Torment, Shawn Bryant, Dylan Pierce and Amy. Shawn Bryant's right forearm, head and ribs are taped up on account of the Thunderdome cage match, and the sparring match with Dylan Pierce. Dylan Pierce is looking to be in fine condition, wearing Adidas warm-up pants and a blue-on-black Shin Jun Rui "The New Standard" t-shirt. Amy keeps casting looks at Pierce every now and then, but other than that, looks to be in a pleasant mood, wearing her jeans and Shin Jun Rui baby-tee. The Professional is wearing black jeans and his Shin Jun Rui t-shirt. He wears the Intercontinental championship belt around his waist. All of them, save for Pierce, are wearing identical electric-blue-on-black "Help Us, Save Us, Take Us Away" Shin Jun Rui logo shirts. T.J.: And I see the whole entourage decided to show up...Give me a call when this over with Kid, I want nothing to do with it! The houselights begin to fade back up as Shin Jun Rui slowly approach the ring. As they reach ringside, the music fades out. Brian Bowers is the first to enter the ring, and the rest of Shin Jun Rui enter immediately behind him. Brian Bowers calls for a microphone. Brian Bowers is being booed out of the building. Kid: I don't understand this, brother. Bowers is a respectable man... T.J.: WHAT?! Kid: I said he's... T.J.: I don't care what you said! Just don't talk, Kid...Please. Brian Bowers(due to his facial injuries, his consonant sounds are a lot less distinct than usual): Two years...two long years. I suffered through each and every day of it. I was forced to sit back and watch as Bastards Incorporated took over my federation...as they shit on everything I ever believed in, and made the SFWL into their own personal playground. The crowd is booing loudly. Bowers: But it's all over now. The beast is dead, and The Professional struck the final blow. T.J.: Oh, yeah...and I suppose you think THAT was respectable as well, Kid? Kid: Well, I... T.J.: Oh, shut-up! Bowers: Two years after their formation, Bastards Incorporated is gone...forever. The crowds booing level heightens. Bowers: And, while The Professional delivered the final strike, who announced the death? Mike Torment himself! And never, in all the time I have spent in this business, have I enjoyed so few words so much. Torment, I have to give you credit, if for nothing else on this entire godforsaken planet, for finally REALIZING that your time was up...that Bastards Incorporated was irrelevant...that YOU were irrelevant. That took a lot of maturity, Mike, to be able to let it all go. And now, Torment, you truly are alone in this world. No-one stands at your side save for yourlong-suffering girlfriend Heather, and I have my suspicions that, now that being associated with you is no longer exciting or profitable, that she won't bethere for long, either. I ask you, Torment, in the words of the immortal Bob Dylan: How does it feel to be on your own? It hurts, doesn't it? It fucking BURNS doesn't it? It tears you up inside...and Torment, that feeling will never go away. Kid: He's right, T.J. You know he is! T.J.: I don't think Brian Bowers has ever been right about anything, Kid. Bowers: No matter how many cronies you may come to surround yourself with, no matter how many fans you have chanting your name, you'll feelthis loss forever. And knowing that makes this dastardly old heel's heart beat just a little easier. T.J.: You see! Just like him to derive enjoyment out of another mans pain! Bowers: You're going to suffer through an existence ten times worse than the one Bastards Incorporated foisted on the rest of us...and I'm going to be standing right there the entire time, watching you fucking BURN! The crowd is tossing debri into the ring. Bowers: Torment, you've got no-one left to abuse, no-one left to exploit for your own gain, and now you're going to sink or swim based solely on your own ability. And I've got a feeling that you'll be going straight to the bottom. You don't need Bastards Incorporated, Mike? Don't make me laugh. If it wasn't for Bastards Incorporated, you would have been another Adam Nitro, another Brahmin, another Dr. Zitzaki...a rookie with a little talent, a little initiative and a lot of luck who made an impact on the mid-card, then faded away. Kid: Hey, I remember Dr. Zitzaki... T.J.: What are you talking about? You had nothing to do with this league when he was here. Kid: So? The name just sounds familiar. Bowers: You needed Bastards Incorporated more thanyou'll ever need ANYTHING, Mike, and now it's gone. Everything's gone. You don'teven have the World Heavyweight Title to console yourself with...that belt is in the hands of a man who DESERVES it, if not as much as some, at least a hell of a lot more than YOU, "Suicide" Steve Fella! You're going to haveto face the inevitable all by your lonesome, Mike...and the inevitable is standing right here in blue-on-black. There are dark times ahead. Michael Torment... your friend, your ally, your BROTHER, stands with Shin Jun Rui, while you stand alone. The crowd is starting to chant Torments name. Kid: I'm telling you, FRANK. Listen to the man! He knows what he's talking about! Bowers: Paine is gone, Ash is gone, Night Wing is gone...and we stand five strong in opposition. B rian Bowers, Wayne Reid, Dylan Pierce, Shawn Bryant and "The Professional" Michael Torment...those are the five most important names in your life, Mike. Kid: Five of the most important names in the SFWL, too. Bowers: Those are the five names that aregoing to come to be assoicated with the most intense suffering you have ever experienced. Those are the five names you will begin the story with whenyour children one day ask you, "daddy, how come you aren't a wrestler anymore?". The crowd is tossing debri again. T.J.: This is just uncalled for! Threatening a mans career is no mark of nobility, Kid, and you know that! Kid: Ok, brother...Settle down. Bowers: We are Shin Jun Rui. We are New Human Beings. And Torment, we are the end of everything you have ever believed in, and the end of everything youever loved or trusted or hoped for. In short, Torment, you're fucked. (Brian Bowers pauses to collect his thoughts. The ring is rapidly filling up with debris.) T.J.: This is aweful, just aweful... Brian Bowers: And then, there's Chris Steele. I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to express my newfound respect for you...where I'm supposed to congratulate you for lasting as long as you did against me, or for pinning my teammates, or whatever. Well, Steele, I'm not goingto. I DON'T respect you, and I never will... ESPECIALLY not after your display last night! T.J.: What the hell? The man took a screwdriver to the shoulder, what else was he supposed to do? Bowers: When you KNEW the match was over... When you KNEW that you were moments away from elimination, what did you do? You willfully and maliciously broke my nose! Not in the hopes of creating an offensive window for yourself, because you knew as well as I did that that would be impossible. No, you just HAD to have your little moment...you just HAD to get one over on the evil, dastardly villain. T.J.: He is evil! He is dastardly! Kid: Hey, FRANK! Settle down, brother! T.J.: No, I can't settle down! This is just too much, Kid! Bowers: But Steele, if that's the best you can do, that's fucking pathetic. I've had my nose broken before - going through a table in Dawson City Championship in 1997, to be precise about it - and odds are, I'll have it broken again. It's hardly a career-ending injury. But, I DO have to wear a noseguard for a couple of weeks, so I GUESS you're owed some form of kudos for that. You may have lost the match for your team, you may have been subjected to so much pain that you fucking PASSED OUT, but I DO have to temporarily wear a piece of plastic over my nose. Congratulations, cocksmash, that's a victory that will last forever. (Brian Bowers golf-claps for a few seconds. The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.) Kid: I just don't understand this crowd, T.J. Why can't they just give the man his time? Bowers: Now, I couldn't help but notice that your video montage cast a rather...unflattering...light about the means that Shin Jun Rui used to win the match. But let me remind you, Steele, that YOU did not hesitate to use ANY of those same tactics yourself. The only difference between you and me, Steele, is that I was more resourceful, and able to both sustain and administer more punishment. I didn't see Bryce Smith hesitate to use the leather strap. I didn't see YOU hesitate to use that steel chair at every turn, INCLUDING Tiger-Driving Dylan Pierce onto it. T.J.: Oh yeah, and Pierce is a damn angel! Bowers: And, while I may have broken up a few pinfalls and participated in a few double-team maneuvers...UNLIKE your little highlight reel would lead people to believe, you, and the rest of The Future, did exactly the same thing. (The boos are deafening.) Brian Bowers: Did Shin Jun Rui employ some brutal tactics? Without question. But did we at any point ACTUALLY violate any rule? No. A Thunderdome match HAS no disqualifications, Steele, not for breaking up a fall, not for having a manager get involved, not even for using a screwdriver. It's a hardcore match, and, despite my dislike for the style, hardcore tactics had to be used. T.J.: Including the tactics of a street junkie?! I think not. Kid: Now YOU'RE overeacting, FRANK. Bowers: Not only did I not cheat, but I did not...nordid any other member of Shin Jun Rui...use a single excessive or unwarranted move! And Steele, that is an honour you CANNOT claim for yourself. EVERYTHINGI did was directly relevant to the match. EVERYTHING I did was a logicalstep in the offense I had been building from the start, and was fullyintended to contribute to a fall. The Tiger Driver '91? The logical culmination of twenty minutes of offense focused primarily on your neck. The screwdriver-assisted armbar? A standard wrestling move, modified to suit thecircumstances of the match, and the damage I had already done. You can edit thematch any way you want, you can broadcast it as many times as you deem appropriate, but it's not going to change the fact that EVERYTHING Shin Jun Rui did was well within the confines of the Thunderdome match. But Steele,what YOU did had nothing to do with the match. Other than following it up with one faceslam, breaking my nose had NOTHING to do with your offensive strategy before or after that point. Kid: Ha, but it sure looked good. T.J.: Yeah, and it worked damn well. Bowers: It had NO hope of getting you a pinfall, as I was ALREADY in the ropes, and you made no attempt to pull me away from them. It was a childish gesture by someone who apparently has some major difficulties dealing with loss, nothing more. You HAD to do something to makesure they'd be talking about YOU after the match, not just Shin Jun Rui. YouHAD to make sure it was YOU they showed most prominently in the replays. Did you hurt me? Of course you fucking hurt me, you broke my fucking nose! But did you take me out? No. T.J.: I don't think that was the point, Kid. Kid: I don't know. Chris Steele is a vicious man. Bowers: Did you do ANY permanent damage, or eveninflict sufficient pain for me to reconsider any plans I have for you? Not fucking likely. Shin Jun Rui came into that match better prepared, and we cameout ahead. We claimed our just reward, and left in an orderly fashion afterthe five minutes were up. Even in beating you down, we had SOME tact and class. But YOU, Steele...YOU took a cheap shot for NO reason, when theoutcome of the match was already beyond all doubt. And the sad part of allthis is, YOU'RE actually supposed to be the babyface! You're somehero, Steele, some fucking hero. T.J.: Oh, and what're you supposed to be? Kid: He's a genious, FRANK. (Brian Bowers hands the microphone to Wayne Reid. The boos are so loud the sound technician is forced to turn Wayne Reid's mic up to even make him heard.) T.J.: Good! Tune the man out! Wayne Reid: Well, as you all can see, I don't have the Extreme title. The crowd cheers. Wayne Reid: Sabre was the one who left Ultra Slam with MY belt...but I don't blame him. Even though I did ALL the work, even though I was the one who took Wolf out, only to have Sabre to cover him for the pinfall and the title, I don't blame him. After all, I was the one who tagged out. No, there's only one person to blame for this...Wolf. Let's take a look at the end of that match... (The JumboTron flickers to life, at about the eighteen-minute mark of the Extreme Title match from Ultra Slam 6.) T.J.: A clip from Ultra Slam. Wayne Reid reaches the ropes after being trapped for 23 seconds. Wolf hits him with a road sign. Wolf uses the cross-face chicken wing on Wayne Reid. Wolf whips Wayne Reid into the barbed wire, but Wayne Reid reverses it. Wayne Reid goes for a kick to the midsection, but Wolf blocks it. Wolf takes a swing at Wayne Reid with the road sign, but he gets out of the way. Wayne Reid snatches the road sign from him. Wayne Reid hits him with the road sign. NP: And Wayne Reid says "That's enough of that!" The crowd seems to be rallying behind Wayne Reid. Wolf begs off. Wayne Reid hits an over-the-shoulder stomachbreaker on Wolf. SA: Back to the midsection, and Wolf looks to be in a LOT of pain here... Wayne Reid tags out to Sabre. SA: This may not be a good decision from Wayne Reid . . . Wolf is easy pickings after all that . . . Sabre uses a Northern Lights suplex on Wolf. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, thr... kickout. Sabre hits him with a road sign. Sabre executes the Ex-Caliber on Wolf. SA: EXCALIBUR! AND WOLF ISN'T MOVING! The crowd erupts. Sabre goes for the pin. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, three. (The JumboTron cuts out) Wayne Reid: I had done my share of damage to Wolf...whipped him into the barbed wire, bashed him over the head with a road sign, worked over his ribs something fierce, I even hit the Tenta Special, but I didn't think that would be ENOUGH to finish the great Wolf. I didn't think the SFWL LEGEND who walked in here like he owned the damn place...the man who thought he was entitled to everything in this federation, everything I'VE busted my ass for, because he happened to hold a few belts four years ago...would go down after some body work and a few weapons shots. I figured I'd have to pull out the big guns to finish off the unstoppable destructive force known as Wolf, so I tagged out, in order to take a few seconds to catch my breath and figure out EXACTLY what I was going to do to take down the alleged champion of the fucking Earth, and what happens? Less than fifteen seconds later, he goes down! I don't blame Sabre for taking the pinfall...it was his for the taking. But Wolf, if I'd have known that you were TWO moves away from unconsciousness...and not exactly great moves at that...I would have finished you myself! I knew that NOBODY could possibly be the bad-ass that you've tried to make yourself out to be, and I didn't expect that...but I at LEAST expected that you could stand up for longer than THAT! But, out of the reviled fat old man, the relative rookie, the perennial JTTS making one more triumphant run at the lower midcard, and the self-professed "legend", returning after three and a half long years to kick the asses of everyone in the entire SFWL, who was it that went down? None other than the hero of song and story himself, Wolf. Kid: He did go down, fast, brother. T.J.: Oh, the man is making excuses, Kid! Can't you see that? Wayne Reid: Of course, Wolf, I'm not saying that you AREN'Tlegendary. Your wrestling skills are legendary, your heat is legendary, your sheer tenacity is legendary...LEGENDARY LIKE FUCKING BIGFOOT! You embarrassed yourself that night, Wolf, but more importantly, you embarrassed ME! T.J.: Wayne Reid embarraes Wayne Reid! Why don't you take responsibility? Wayne Reid: Your pathetic can't-take-a-suplex ass cost ME the SFWL Extreme title! And Wolf, you are going to fucking PAY for that! Sabre, I'm coming for that belt...somehow, I don't think that you're in any real danger of losing it against Wolf later tonight...but not just yet. First, I've got me a "legend" to destroy. (Wayne Reid hands the mic off to Shawn Bryant. The crowd is on their feet booing Shin Jun Rui.) T.J.: Oh, great! Now we get to lisen to Onslaught argue! Shawn Bryant: First things first.. Before I start, I just want to say- [Dylan Pierce snatches the mic away from Shawn Bryant, shooting him a glare.] Dylan Pierce: Nothing! You will say nothing! Kid: Well, that's not very good teamwork... Dylan Peirce:Whatcould you possibly have to say? Were you going to make excuses for YOUR loss atUltra Slam? Was that it? Well, I'll save you the breath. You blew ass inthat match. You half-assed it, and you lost it not only for Onslaught,but for Shin Jun Rui itself. So you can just stand there, shut your mouth,and think about putting everything you have into a match next time.. Well, whenever the next match you have is, actually. Dylan Pierce turns away from Shawn Bryant. T.J.: This displays exactly the kind of behavior that Shin Jun Rui embraces. Dylan Pierce: But speaking of who has matches and who doesn't... It seems that I'm a very busy man this week.. That, and itseems that the Future just doesn't learn when it should tuck tail and run.. I getto face Elle Phillips tonight.. Wow, if I'm not looking forward to thatmatch, then I don't know anything.. I mean.. It's PPV calibre right there... The crowd boo's. Kid: PPV calibur or not, you never underestimate an opponent. Dylan Pierce: But seriosuly.. Not only does the Future know when NOT to quit, they don't even know how to setup a trap so that it doesn't LOOK like a trap...are all of you insane?? Have you started on drinking the Frat's leftover beer?? So forall those out there, who actually expect a good match to come of this...don't. I'm going to pull a Shawn Bryant tonight. Let me say that I don't care about a match with Elle Phillips. The girl is overrun with emotion, and therest of the Future is trying to use that to get me. So I won't be payingmuch attention to the match, no.. I'll be watching my back, making sure Idon't take a lead pipe to the head. T.J.: They'd be stealing one of the oldest moves in his book! Dylan Pierce: But speaking of the Frat, it seems that because Elle Phillips is a fucking priority match for some reason, anactually DECENT match match got bumped back to Extreme. This Saturday, at Extreme,I'll be taking on Bryce Smith in a cage match. But let's talk about the Frat itself for a moment, and about how they "outclassed, out-thought, and out-wrestled" Onslaught.. T.J.: They did! Don't try to out run the truth! Dylan Peirce: Maybe you did that to Shawn over here, but in no way did either of you show up the "New Standard". Maybe I kicked your asses too much that night, because you obviously missed the 5 Star performance I once again delivered. But just in case you did miss it, I'll be glad to give you anencore presentation. And you can be the one to receive it, Bryce. Isn't it funny how you and Jared spent an entire interview doing nothing but shittingon Shawn and I for dropping the "Excidium" and "Syn" monikers, when, inreality, only a few short weeks later, Jared decides it's time to stopplaying "college boys" and stopped drinking in his promos. At the same time,Bryce Smith got significantly smarter, and stopped drooling over full beers, college cheerleaders, and corn nuts. He actually startedcontributing to interviews. Now isn't that hypocritical.. You criticize us for shedding the shells of our former selves for the greater glory we could acheive, and then you two turn around and do the same goddamn thing...if Ididn't know any better, I'd say you two were starting to realize that you wanted to be like us. Is that it? Kid: I don't think anyone wants to be like these guys, brother. T.J.: Damn right. Kid: Damn right, damn right. Dylan Peirce: Tough shit. You'll NEVER be as good as Onslaught, and in the bigger picture, the Future will NEVER be as good as Shin Jun Rui. Hear me now, Jared and Bryce.. Your victory last night was a fluke. A mistake.. It should never have happened. And I garauntee this...you won't hold those titles for long. Bryce...try to be sober on Saturday. I don'twant the audience too bored. I mean, they can only watch you get your asshanded to you for so long, you know. Dylan Pierce hands the mic to Michael Torment. T.J.: Oh, and now for the turn-coat. Michael Torment: You know...I've stood in this ring a lot of times...with a lot of guys. I've been out here with Crack Habit Rabbit. I was a charter member of The Order of the Black Rose led by Gabriel. (Boos from the crowd) Michael Torment: And of course, how could I not mention my involvement in a little thing called Bastards Incorporated. (Mix of cheers and boos from the crowd.) T.J.: An involvement in it's dismantlement. Kid: Hey, Torment was heading for that a long time. Michael Torment:But I can honestly say...I've never been more proud, I have never felt more at home than I do right now this second. Shin Jun Rui isn't a stable. It isn't a team. Shin Jun Rui is a way of life. Shin Jun Rui IS life. Shin Jun Rui...is MY life. (Points to the crowd) Michael Torment:And soon...Shin Jun Rui will be YOUR life. Each and every one of you! (Boos filter down from all over the arena.) Michael Torment: But I know that's not what all you nice people want to hear me talk about, huh? There is the small matter of a familyreunion that I had the other night at Ultra Slam. That's right, fans, it'sall true. I am Michael Torment. I am the older brother of Mike Torment...your living god. (Chants of "Torment" start up) T.J.: You see, That's a man who deserves a chant! Micheal Torment: You think HE was shocked? Can you imagine my surprise when Paine let me in on this dirty little secret almost two years ago? Huh? The shock. The wicked irony of it all. Now, I'm not going to bore you all with a sob story. (Mock cheers) Kid: Thank god. I'm getting hungry, here. Micheal Torment: But let me tell you this, while Mike Torment was growing up in his white bread little world up in Queens, eating potato salad and playing little league, Michael Torment was living hand to mouth. My adopted parents were killed in a car wreck when I was only seven. The next seven years of my life I shuffled in and out of foster homes. While Mike Torment was going to Cub Scout meetings, Michael Torment was hiding the cigarette burns on his arms so the kids in school didn't think I was a freak. When Mike Torment was running track, Michael Torment was running away from his last foster home. T.J.: Oh, it's sooooo sad! You got any tissue's, Kid? Kid: Don't even joke, FRANK. You want nothing to do with him. Michael Torment: While Mike Torment was banging cheerleaders after football practice...Michael Torment was setting up rings, selling t-shirts, and sleeping in the back of vans. When Mike Torment got a big fat developmental contract from the SFWL, Michael Torment was wrestling in high school gyms across Georgia and Alabama for fifty bucks a night. Of course...I didn't know I was Michael Torment. My adopted parents had given me a new name. My name...well, it's not important what that name was. When I got to this league, it was as The Professional. Cause, by God, that's what I am! Everything I've gotten, I've fought for it. Every dime I've made, I earned it. Any happiness I've had, I made it happen. So imagine how I felt when Paine revealed the truth to me. I was Mike Torment's older brother. We had the same father...hell, we had the same name. Shows you how original that old vegetable was, couldn't even think of a new name for his second kid. T.J.: This is way off topic! Michael Torment: But I digress. So there I am, recipient of this news. Up until that point I had been a loyal friend to Mike. I had watched his back. I had fought his wars. I had bled for him. I had sacrificed my goals for the good of Bastards Inc. andMike Torment. And no matter how many times he won that world title...no matter how many times I came out to save his ass or take a chair in the head for him...did he ever so much as say thank you? No. So I waited...and Iplotted and I knew if I were to bide my time, that one day the truth would setme free. Well, I'm free. I'm free of the shadow of Mike Torment. I'mfree of the lies and the secrets created by our father. I'm free to be my trueself. And I am free to destroy everything that Mike Torment has built himself up to be. It's over, Mike. It's all over. No more Bastards Inc., no more bus, no more titles, no more glory. Not for you. It's time youbecame a mortal man, little brother. It's time you tasted the bitternessof life. The same blood that runs through your veins runsthrough my veins, Mike. You're my brother, and I accept that. But you need to accept one thing, Mike...that by the time I'm finished with you, you'll wish that you had never been born. You'll wish you had never heard yourown name. Because there's only room for one Michael Torment in this world, little brother...and its not you. The lights in the arena go out. Kid: What's going on now, FRANK?! T.J.: How am I supposed to know, Kid? Red, white and blue pyro bursts from the entranceway as Beethoven’s ninth symphony begins to play. T.J.: Well, I can tell you now who it is! It's Mike Torment! The crowd goes nuts. The crowd has started a “Torment” chant. Michael Torment smirks and waves to the crowd. Kid: What a standing ovation here for Mike Torment! I don't know if I've ever seen anything this big! Mike Torment walks slowly out of the back. The crowd goes absolutely nuts. Torment is wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a gray hooded sweatshirt. Torment walks halfways down the entrance ramp and stares at his brother. Torment signals to cut his music. T.J.: It looks as if Torment has had enough of this babbling as well, and I can't say that I blame the man! He's my savior, Kid! Mike Torment: Ever since UltraSlam, I’ve been sitting at the hospital with (points to Michael Torment) our father. The crowd goes silent. Mike Torment: I’ve been trying to figure out what happened. I didn’t get any answers. Kid: you didn't get any answers because there are none! Life is... T.J.: Don't get in on that "life is hard" stuff, Kid. I've had enough of it... Mike Torment:I came to the arena tonight knowing that you’de be out here, all of you, ready to say something about Bastards Inc. and this family situation. I knew I would have to come out here and respond. I had no idea what to say. Yes Pro, this was a major shock to me. But you could have come to me. You listen to Paine? T.J.: Anyone who does that has to be a fool. Mike Torment: You know Paine. We’ve been plotting against Paine for almost two years now. You should have come to me. I’m sorry you had it tough. I’m sorry I had such an easy ride to get here. But I didn’t do anything to you. I didn’t put you up for adoption. I wasn’t even born yet when that happened. You know, I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react here. You are, were…I don’t even know anymore, my best friend. You’re angry now. You’re jealous and bitter. We led very different lives. You’ve waited a long time to get a shot in on me and I really can understand that. Everyone else in that ring is jealous of me for all I’ve accomplished here and I guess you more than anyone should be. T.J.: Now these are real words of honesty, Kid. Mike Torment: But is this how you want to handle it? You want to join with Bowers? You’re a smart guy brother, you know exactly how running with these guys will turn out. I’m family. I’ve always been family and when you’re ready to work things out, I’m here to talk. Michael Torment: Brother, I'll tell you what. Saturday night, if you can find a partner, bring him to the ring and Wayne Reid and I will finish this once and for all! Kid: A challenge! That's a real man right there, T.J. Mike Torment: Finish What? I’m not starting anything. I don’t want to fight you. Yeah, I’m a bit pissed that Paine cost me the World title. I’m pissed that my plan backfired and you were the cause but even I know that there are more important things in this world than wrestling. You are not handling this like an adult. You made my life a giant soap opera with this crap and still I hold no ill will. You are my friend. You are my brother. And though I might be alone now. Bastards Inc. might be dead. Everyone except for these people might hate my guts. (huge pop from the crowd) Mike Torment: Despite all of that, I know you Michael Torment. I know who you are. I know what you’re made of. Bowers: You just hold… Mike Torment: Oh no…one rant a night from you is enough. (The crowd goes nuts) T.J.: This is amazing! The courage of this man, to come out here alone and stand off against Shin Jun Rui is simply aweinspiring! Mike Torment: I’m talking to my brother. You can just take your Shin Jun whatever and shove it up your ass. Brian Bowers looks very angry. Kid: Oh my god! That's suicide! Mike Torment: You are not worth my time tonight, I have much more pressing matters. Maybe I’ll comment to your next tirade. Michael, Pro… Come back to Queens with me. WE’LL sit down with our father, we’ll talk this out and then like we have planned since the day we met, we can dominate this league like the Bastards we are. Michael Torment: You aren’t listening too clearly, Mike. On Saturday, you will be facing Wayne and myself. Get a partner if you can. I don’t want to reconcile. I don’t want a nice family reunion. I hate you Mike Torment. I hate everything you are. T.J.: God! This man just can not let this go! Mike Torment: Listen buddy. I’m still fucking Mike Torment and I’ll only stand for so much. I don’t want to fight you but if another beating from your little brother will knock some sense into you then maybe that’s what it will take. You might have my name, but you aren’t me. Deep down you know that. Damn it you son of a bitch I don’t want to be talking shit to you. But you have me backed up against a wall. Strange how things work. If any other man had screwed with me the way you have and then cost me my sixth world title, they would have been dead already. You are lucky you are who you are. But, You’ve been through enough and if a tag match is what you want, you got it… I’ll dig up a partner somewhere. "Smoke Two Joints" by Sublime his the P.A. [Everybody in and around the ring have a pretty startled look on their face as the fans jump out of their seats and nearly blow the roof off with cheers. Mike Torment rolls his eyes. Moments later "Suicide" Steve Fella walks out onto the entrance ramp wearing his black and blue ICON t-shirt, a pair of black shorts, and the SFWL World Title around his waist. He takes a few moments to look around at the crowd who are still cheering madly. Fella pulls a mic from his back pocket.] T.J.: Are you serious?! Mike Torment and Steve Fella...? Somethings wierd here! Kid: No! No! This is not happening! T.J.: I think it is, Kid! I think it is! Steve Fella: Hello...germs! The fans pop. Steve Fella: Well, if it isn't the usual suspects. Brian Bowers and his merry gang of Real Human Beings...with of course the addition of What's His Name...now referred as "Michael" Torment...and my losing opponent at Ultra Slam, the one and only Mike Torment. You know what all of you have in common... Mike Torment looks pissed. Steve Fella: You all have lost to the ICON! T.J.: He's right! The fans go crazy. Mike Torment is fuming. Shin Jun Rui are making challenges to Steve Fella. Steve Fella: I hope you all enjoyed Ultra Slam. I sure did. The St. Louis Dome ERUPTED after I made Mike Torment pass out to the same move that cost me the title two years ago. I loved watching the whole master plan, the whole saga unfold in front of my eyes. But you know what I loved most about Ultra Slam. Seeing the whole Mike Torment/Paine brother thing... Steve Fella gives a thumbs up. Steve Fella: Go tumbling down when Michael in the ring announce that IT WAS HIM ALL ALONG! Mwaaa...HaHaHaHa! Kid: I think this man is crazy, T.J. You may have been right earlier. T.J.: I know everything, Kid. I know everything. Steve Fella's thumbs up turns to a thumbs down. The crowd goes crazy. Steve Fella: I was upset though, when I realized what exactly just transpired that a man who gave me his word went back on it. A man I thought I could trust...a man who once had the respect of all the SFWL wrestlers and the fans...a man who signed himself a severe death warrant to me, "Suicide"...Steve...Fella. After reviewing the tape, I learned that Paine assisted me in my win against Mike Torment. Not that I needed it, after all, I am the ICON. But that just pissed me off. He had absolutely no business interferring in MY match-up. But as the events unfolded...I saw the real story. It must have been The Professional, oh wait...I'm sorry...Michael Torment who egged Paine on to interfere in the match. And as we all know, Michael Torment does not in any way, shape, or form have an actual mind of his own. Somebody else put him up to THAT chore. And as soon at Michael mumbled the words, Shin Jun Rui...I knew the real mastermind behind the attack. Kid: These two are digging their own graves! The crowd pops. Steve Fella: Seeing as Shin Jun Rui are nothing but mindless zombies controlled by one man...I knew exactly who set that whole ordeal up. Brian Bowers... T.J.: Bowers is taking lots of heat, these days! Brian Bowers has a surprised look on his face. Steve Fella: You gave me your word that Shin Jun Rui would have nothing to do with the Main Event at Ultra Slam. We shook hands on it. Little did I know that Bowers couldn't, for once in his life, let two REAL entertainers go out and have the match of a lifetime without him being involved in some compacity. (The crowd goes nuts) T.J.: That's what wrestling is supposed to be about! Not lies, deciet! Steve Fella: And while not directly involved, I think we all know Brian Bowers had SOMETHING to do with the interference. Now...I could go and take out Paine...I could finish Michael off anytime I feel like it...but you know the old saying...don't kill the messanger. And that's all Paine and Michael were...just messengers. Messengers for Brian Bowers. So, Brian, I won't kill the messenger...I'll kill the real culprit responsible for what happaned at Ultra Slam. Consider this a warning of things to come...you better believe I'll put a stop to you Brian...before you ever get started. And if you don't like that....tooooo f'n bad! "Smoke Two Joints" by Sublime plays again. Steve Fella drops the mic and walks back to the locker room. Mike Torment: I guess the coward didn’t want to stick around for a response. The crowd pops Mike Torment: That’s all well and good… I’ll deal with him when it matters. As for you brother, be ready on Saturday. Brother or not, I’m Mike Torment and I’m not holding back anything. Beethoven’s ninth symphony begins to play as Mike Torment heads to the back. (OOC: My GOD! Would SOMEBODY have pity on the commentary man, for the love of all that is good?! That's a quarter of the card, and this isn't a short one either! I've got a lot of work to do...Good bye night. I'll miss you.) T.J.: This is crazy! How in the hell can anyone keep up with all of this?! Kid: Hey, even I don't know what's going on, brother. Shin Jun Rui exits the ring, looking angry. T.J.: Steve Fella calling out Brian Bowers! Micheal Torment calling out his brother! I don't know what to think here! Kid: Hey, anyway you look at this, theirs going to be war in the SFWL. Something BIG is coming...I don't know when or how...But BIG! T.J.: I don't know, Kid...But what I do know is that we've got a match here. Kid: I'm going to be honest with you, Brother...What's the deal with this match? T.J.: Well, you've got me too, but apparently, The Great Jado and Kris Blasphemy have a match against[] tonight. They lock up. Pedro whips The Great Jado into the ropes, but The Great Jado reverses it. The Great Jado takes Pedro down with a dropkick to the knee. The Great Jado whips Pedro into the ropes. Pedro hits The Great Jado with a shoulderblock. Pedro catches The Great Jado in an octopus hold. T.J.: Pedro getting Jado into that octopus hold. I'd like to remind everybody that the Intercontinental Title on the line later tonight. The new champion is putting is gold on the line against Rich T. Boy, who, incidentally, just lost his gold. Kid: Rich is a good guy, no doubt about it. He's got a soaring chance to make gold tonight. The Great Jado reaches the ropes after being trapped for 12 seconds. Pedro runs into the ropes. The Great Jado hits Pedro with a backdrop. The Great Jado gets an octopus hold on Pedro. Pedro is valiantly trying to break the hold. Pedro tries to fight the pain. The Great Jado lets go after 22 seconds. The Great Jado tags out to Kris Blasphemy. T.J.: Jado tagging out while they've got the advantage. Cinco Chavez Calor enters the ring, but gets cut off. The Great Jado leaves the ring. He returns with a chair. The Great Jado sets up the chair. The Great Jado hits a brain buster onto the chair on Pedro. Kid: Wow, that'll knock a man out! That was quite a vicious move. Quite a few boos are audible. Kris Blasphemy nails Pedro with a flying somersault splash. The Great Jado leaves the ring. Kris Blasphemy takes Pedro down with an eye gouge. Pedro begs off. T.J.: Begging is just uncalled for... Kris Blasphemy takes Pedro down with a German suplex. Kid: Blasphemy didn't seem to care... Earl Hebner counts: One, two, kickout. Kris Blasphemy complains about a slow count. Kris Blasphemy goes for a thumb to the throat, but Pedro blocks it. Pedro tags out to Cinco Chavez Calor. Pedro goes for a backbreaker, but Kris Blasphemy counters it with a facerake. Pedro rolls out of the ring. Kris Blasphemy hits a clothesline on Cinco Chavez Calor. Kris Blasphemy adjusts his elbow pads and spits on the ground. Kid: That's very unsanitary. Kris Blasphemy is starting to get under the crowd's skin. Kris Blasphemy whips Cinco Chavez Calor into the ropes. Cinco Chavez Calor hits a rana on Kris Blasphemy. T.J.: Finally, some offensive luck for the Mexican Jumping Beans. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, shoulder up. Cinco Chavez Calor complains about a slow count. Kris Blasphemy executes an inside cradle on Cinco Chavez Calor. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, kickout. Kris Blasphemy hits Cinco Chavez Calor with a German suplex. Earl Hebner counts: One, shoulder up. Kris Blasphemy goes for a triangle choke, but Cinco Chavez Calor blocks it. Cinco Chavez Calor catches Kris Blasphemy in a choke against the ropes. Kris Blasphemy is struggling to get out of the hold. Cinco Chavez Calor lets go after 12 seconds. Cinco Chavez Calor hits Kris Blasphemy with flying headscissors. Cinco Chavez Calor goes for a rana, but Kris Blasphemy counters it with a tiger driver. Kid: Oh, that's not pleasant. T.J.: Neither is drinking water in Mexico, but these guys do it. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, shoulder up. Quite a few boos are audible. Kris Blasphemy whips Cinco Chavez Calor into the turnbuckle. Kris Blasphemy runs shoulder-first into the corner. Kris Blasphemy kicks Cinco Chavez Calor. Kris Blasphemy hits Cinco Chavez Calor. Kris Blasphemy uses a thrust kick to the head on Cinco Chavez Calor. The Great Jado enters the ring to make it two-on-one. Pedro enters the ring and throws The Great Jado out of the ring. Pedro nails Kris Blasphemy with a butt-bump. Cinco Chavez Calor hits Kris Blasphemy with a rolling reverse cradle into a bridge. Earl Hebner counts: One, kickout. Cinco Chavez Calor complains about a slow count. Pedro leaves the ring. Cinco Chavez Calor executes a handspring into a Frankensteiner on Kris Blasphemy T.J.: Hey, that was pretty nice... Cinco Chavez Calor hits a splash from the second rope on Kris Blasphemy. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, kickout. Cinco Chavez Calor throws Kris Blasphemy out of the ring. Cinco Chavez Calor jumps onto him with a Space Flying Tiger Drop. T.J.: Cinco is just dominating Kris Blasphemy! Pedro comes over to make it two-on-one. Cinco Chavez Calor and Pedro hit Kris Blasphemy with a double flying axhandle. Cinco Chavez Calor whips Kris Blasphemy into the guardrail. Cinco Chavez Calor reenters the ring. Kris Blasphemy follows him back in. Cinco Chavez Calor whips Kris Blasphemy into the ropes. Kris Blasphemy hits Cinco Chavez Calor with a kick. Kris Blasphemy tags out to The Great Jado. Kid: A smart move by Blasphemy. The Great Jado whips Cinco Chavez Calor into the ropes. The Great Jado hits Cinco Chavez Calor with a backdrop. The Great Jado makes the sign of the cross backwards. Quite a few boos are audible. The Great Jado executes the Falling Star on Cinco Chavez Calor. T.J.: The falling star just might be it, Kid. Kid: Might be? Baby, this match is over. The Great Jado goes for the pin. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, three. Quite a few boos are audible. T.J.: And the crowds none too please at the results here. The winners are Murderer's Row. Time of match: 0:05:10 Kid: Murderers Row with the Victory here, and perhaps something good can come from violence anyway, right, FRANK? T.J.: No. Jayson Carter is walking in the backstage area by himself. He walks upto a door marked, "Street Squad." Jayson Carter shakes his head and smiles. JAYSON C. - "Just like old times." Jayson Carter opens to the door and settles into the room. Malik Johnson is walking down the same hall, from the opposite direction. He looks at the door. MALIK J. - (sighs) "Here goes nothing..." Malik Johnson walks into the room and sees Jayson Carter there. Jayson Carter stops unpacking his gear and looks up. Malik Johnson stands there. Jayson Carter extends his hand out for Malik Johnson. Malik shakes it. JAYSON C. - "I dunno why, but we've got ourselves a match again." MALIK J. - "I know why. I asked for this." JAYSON C. - "Why?" MALIK J. - "Well... I thought we could maybe try and get bygones be bygones. You're like a brother to me, I'd just like us to get this together and maybe get back to what you and I wanted to do from the start." JAYSON C. - "I dunno... but we'll see." Screen fades back to the ring. T.J.: The Street Squad is back, and they've got a match against the Frat tonight. What do you think, Kid? Kid: I think Street Squad has got the win in the bag, baby. T.J.: Coming up, we've got everyone's favorite colon clot, to borrow a phrase from the Cruiserweight champion Sunder Ryan, facing up against Elle Phillips. Now, we've already heard Pierce's outlook on this match, but I wonder how Elle is doing. Kid: Things aren't looking up for Elle tonight. Pierce seems to be in on something, and I believe he's got the right idea. They lock up. Dylan Pierce places Elle Phillips on the turnbuckle. Dylan Pierce goes for a reverse top rope Frankensteiner, but Elle Phillips throws him off. T.J.: Elle showing remarkable intelligence their. Elle Phillips nails Dylan Pierce with a Hotshot. Elle Phillips uses a flying lariat on Dylan Pierce. Elle Phillips goes for a hair pull, but Dylan Pierce blocks it. Dylan Pierce goes for a jumping side kick, but Elle Phillips ducks out of the way. Elle Phillips takes Dylan Pierce down with a dragon screw. Elle Phillips uses the Splash Mountain on Dylan Pierce. Kid: Wow, maybe I was wrong...Elle is destroying Pierce right now! Danny Davis counts: One, kickout. Elle Phillips uses a dragon screw on Dylan Pierce. Elle Phillips hits Dylan Pierce with a chop. Elle Phillips throws Dylan Pierce out of the ring. Elle Phillips jumps onto him with a springboard Tornado Dive. T.J.: Oh my lord! That's got to hurt her nearly as much as him! Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce into the guardrail. They're brawling inside the ring area. Chris Steele comes from behind, but Dylan Pierce nails Chris Steele. Kid: An injured man should never try to attack another wrestler! That was stupid. Elle Phillips goes for a punch, but Dylan Pierce blocks it. Dylan Pierce whips Elle Phillips into the guardrail. Dylan Pierce reenters the ring. Elle Phillips follows him back in. Dylan Pierce takes Elle Phillips down with the Michinoku Driver. T.J.: Pierce coming back. Danny Davis counts: One, two, kickout. Dylan Pierce executes a snap suplex on Elle Phillips. Dylan Pierce whips Elle Phillips into the ropes. Elle Phillips hits Dylan Pierce with a kick. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce into the ropes, but Dylan Pierce reverses it. Elle Phillips executes a rana on Dylan Pierce. Danny Davis counts: One, shoulder up. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce into the ropes, but Dylan Pierce reverses it. Elle Phillips hits a flying lariat on Dylan Pierce. Dylan Pierce sits up. A small "Dylan Pierce" chant is being started. T.J.: How can ANYONE CHEER this man? He's a disrace to humanity! Elle Phillips uses a rana on Dylan Pierce. Danny Davis counts: One, shoulder up. Elle Phillips raises her arms. The crowd is starting to get behind Elle Phillips. Dylan Pierce sits up. A small "Dylan Pierce" chant is being started. Elle Phillips hits a fallaway slam on Dylan Pierce. Elle Phillips runs into the ropes. Dylan Pierce misses with a kick. Elle Phillips misses with a shoulderblock. Dylan Pierce misses with a shoulderblock. Kid: Some amazing quickness being displayed. Dylan Pierce nails Elle Phillips with a spear. Dylan Pierce hits Elle Phillips with a jumping neck snap. The crowd is starting to get behind Dylan Pierce. Dylan Pierce whips Elle Phillips into the ropes. Elle Phillips hits Dylan Pierce with a kick. Elle Phillips is going for the pin. Danny Davis counts: One, two, shoulder up. Elle Phillips raises her arms. A small "Elle Phillips" chant is being started. Elle Phillips uses a kick to the groin on Dylan Pierce. Kid: Oh, that is just uncalled for! Nobody should EVER do that. EVER! T.J.: I agree with you on that, Kid. A man can never fully recover from such tragedy. Elle Phillips takes Dylan Pierce down with Dragonrana. The crowd is starting to get behind Elle Phillips. Dylan Pierce sits up. Elle Phillips punches Dylan Pierce. Dylan Pierce punches Elle Phillips. Elle Phillips hits Dylan Pierce. The crowd is starting to get behind Elle Phillips. Elle Phillips kicks Dylan Pierce. The crowd is starting to get behind Elle Phillips. Dylan Pierce chops Elle Phillips. Elle Phillips runs into the ropes. Elle Phillips goes for a rana, but Dylan Pierce counters it with a tiger driver. Danny Davis counts: One, two, shoulder up. The crowd is starting to get behind Dylan Pierce. Dylan Pierce hits Rehearsal for Tragedy on Elle Phillips. Kid: Rehearsal for Tragedy! Pierce is setting up for something good. Dylan Pierce is getting a good reaction from the crowd. Dylan Pierce goes for the Cardinal Sin, but Elle Phillips blocks it. T.J.: Elle saving the match, there. That could have been the end. Dylan Pierce leaves the ring. He returns with a chair. Dylan Pierce sets up the chair. Dylan Pierce nails Elle Phillips with a full nelson faceslam onto the chair. Danny Davis removes the chair from the ring. Dylan Pierce whips Elle Phillips into the turnbuckle, but Elle Phillips reverses it. Elle Phillips throws Dylan Pierce out of the ring. Elle Phillips goes through the ropes. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce into the guardrail. Elle Phillips executes a chop on Dylan Pierce. Chris Steele comes from behind, but Dylan Pierce nails Chris Steele. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce into the guardrail. Elle Phillips throws Dylan Pierce back into the ring. Elle Phillips hits Dylan Pierce with a cartwheel kick. Elle Phillips hits Dylan Pierce with a dropkick from the second rope. Elle Phillips attempts to place Dylan Pierce on the turnbuckle, but Dylan Pierce blocks it. Elle Phillips executes a chop on Dylan Pierce. Elle Phillips nails Dylan Pierce with a rana. Danny Davis counts: One, two, kickout. Elle Phillips runs into the ropes. Elle Phillips goes for a cartwheel kick, but Dylan Pierce side-steps and Elle Phillips only hits air. Dylan Pierce leaves the ring. He returns with a chair. Dylan Pierce sets up the chair. Dylan Pierce hits Elle Phillips with a sitdown faceslam onto the chair. T.J.: Oh, wow! I doubt that Elle can get up from that! The crowd is cheering on Dylan Pierce. Dylan Pierce hits a superkick on Elle Phillips. Dylan Pierce goes for a spear, but Elle Phillips counters it with a kneelift. Elle Phillips places Dylan Pierce on the turnbuckle. Elle Phillips hits Dylan Pierce with a top-rope Splash Mountain. Kid: A turn around, here! Elle may have the match... Danny Davis counts: One, two, thr... kickout. T.J.: And...No! Pierce just barely kicking out of that one. Elle Phillips hits Dylan Pierce with Dragonrana. The crowd is starting to get behind Elle Phillips. Elle Phillips hits a twisting moonsault on Dylan Pierce. Danny Davis counts: One, shoulder up. Dylan Pierce sits up. The crowd is cheering on Dylan Pierce. Elle Phillips hits a kick to the groin on Dylan Pierce. Kid: God! Not again! This woman is relentless! Elle Phillips sets up the chair. Elle Phillips hits Dylan Pierce with Dragonrana onto the chair. T.J.: You got that right, Kid. She is destroying Dylan Pierce, here, there's no doubt. Elle Phillips executes the Dream Catcher on Dylan Pierce. T.J.: Dream Catcher! This might be it! Danny Davis counts: One, two, thr... kickout. Elle Phillips puts Dylan Pierce in a double armbar submission. Dylan Pierce reaches the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds. Elle Phillips leaves the ring. She returns with a frying pan. Kid: Ha,ha...That's a woman's proper tool. T.J.: That's just wrong, Kid. I can't say anything else about that comment. Elle Phillips takes a swing at Dylan Pierce with the frying pan, but he gets out of the way. Dylan Pierce snatches the frying pan from her. Dylan Pierce hits her with the frying pan. T.J.: There's your frying pan, Kid. The crowd is cheering on Dylan Pierce. Dylan Pierce goes for a jumping side kick, but Elle Phillips ducks out of the way. Elle Phillips executes a cartwheel kick on Dylan Pierce. Elle Phillips uses Dragonrana on Dylan Pierce. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce into the ropes, but Dylan Pierce reverses it. Dylan Pierce hits an inverted DDT on Elle Phillips. Dylan Pierce nails Elle Phillips with neck-scissors. Dylan Pierce nails Elle Phillips with a spear. Dylan Pierce executes a dropkick to the face on Elle Phillips. Dylan Pierce whips Elle Phillips into the ropes, but Elle Phillips reverses it. Dylan Pierce executes a thrust kick to the head on Elle Phillips. The crowd is going crazy. Dylan Pierce goes for a jumping DDT, but Elle Phillips counters it with a small package. Danny Davis counts: One, two, thr... kickout. T.J.: ANOTHER close call for Pierce. He'd better get serious, or he's going to loose this match. Elle Phillips executes a flying lariat on Dylan Pierce. Dylan Pierce sits up. The crowd is going crazy. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce into the turnbuckle, but Dylan Pierce reverses it. Dylan Pierce nails Elle Phillips with a bridging back suplex. Danny Davis counts: One, two, kickout. Dylan Pierce takes Elle Phillips down with the Michinoku Driver. Danny Davis counts: One, two, kickout. Kid: Two close calls in a row. Pierce is coming back to this match again, and it's about time. Dylan Pierce hits a springboard twisting moonsault on Elle Phillips. Danny Davis counts: One, kickout. Dylan Pierce goes for the Cardinal Sin, but Chris Steele shoves him off the turnbuckle. T.J.: I don't care who you're fighting against, you don't cheat! Kid: I agree, brother. I agree. The chants for Dylan Pierce are deafening. Elle Phillips goes for a DDT, but Dylan Pierce counters it with a Northern Lights suplex. Danny Davis counts: One, two, in the ropes... The chants for Dylan Pierce are deafening. Dylan Pierce goes for the Cardinal Sin, but Chris Steele shoves him off the turnbuckle. T.J.: Gosh, if this happens again I'm about to start cheering for Pierce. Kid: Hey, don't forget the past, T.J. Elle Phillips goes for a fallaway slam, but Dylan Pierce counters it with a forearm smash. Dylan Pierce executes the Cardinal Sin on Elle Phillips. Dylan Pierce goes for the pin. Danny Davis counts: One, two, in the ropes... Dylan Pierce nails Elle Phillips with a jumping side kick. Dylan Pierce goes for a bridging back suplex, but Elle Phillips counters it with a go-behind. Elle Phillips hits him with a frying pan. Elle Phillips gets a double armbar submission on Dylan Pierce. Dylan Pierce tries to escape the hold. Dylan Pierce reaches the ropes after being trapped for 26 seconds. Elle Phillips hits him with the frying pan. The chants for Elle Phillips are deafening. Elle Phillips nails Dylan Pierce with a twisting moonsault. Danny Davis counts: One, two, in the ropes... Elle Phillips gives the sign for the Dream Catcher. T.J.: Dream Catcher again! this has to be the end! Elle Phillips executes the Dream Catcher on Dylan Pierce. Danny Davis counts: One, two, thr... kickout. Kid; Good god! Pierce is a resiliant man, I'll say that. Elle Phillips throws Dylan Pierce out of the ring. Elle Phillips goes for a Flying Senton Backsplash, but Dylan Pierce moves out of the way. Elle Phillips is out cold. Chris Steele comes from behind and distracts Dylan Pierce. Elle Phillips goes for a fallaway slam, but Dylan Pierce counters it with a forearm smash. They're brawling inside the ring area. Elle Phillips executes a flying lariat on Dylan Pierce. Chris Steele comes from behind and distracts Dylan Pierce. Elle Phillips hits a rana on Dylan Pierce. Elle Phillips sets up a table. Elle Phillips goes for a kick to the groin, but Dylan Pierce counters it with a legsweep. Kid: Whew...Thank you... Chris Steele comes from behind, but Dylan Pierce nails Chris Steele. Elle Phillips sets up Dylan Pierce on the table. Elle Phillips tries the dream catcher Dylan Pierce through the table, but he moves out of the way. The table didn't break. T.J.: A miserable turn-off on that move! The crowd is behind Dylan Pierce all the way. Dylan Pierce throws Elle Phillips back into the ring. Dylan Pierce hits a snap suplex on Elle Phillips. Dylan Pierce is going for the pin. Danny Davis counts: One, two, thr... kickout. Dylan Pierce attempts to place Elle Phillips on the turnbuckle, but Elle Phillips blocks it. Dylan Pierce takes Elle Phillips down with a legsweep faceslam. The chants for Dylan Pierce are deafening. T.J.: This amazes me! How is this possible? Dylan Pierce goes for a full nelson faceslam, but Elle Phillips blocks it. Danny Davis removes the chair from the ring. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce into the ropes. Dylan Pierce hits Elle Phillips with a kick. Dylan Pierce whips Elle Phillips into the ropes. Elle Phillips executes a backspin DDT on Dylan Pierce. Elle Phillips hits Dylan Pierce with a senton. Danny Davis counts: One, two, in the ropes... Elle Phillips goes for a punch, but Dylan Pierce blocks it. Dylan Pierce executes a superkick on Elle Phillips. The chants for Dylan Pierce are deafening. Dylan Pierce hits Elle Phillips with a spear. Dylan Pierce executes the Cardinal Sin on Elle Phillips. Kid: Cardinal Sin! Cardinal Sin! Dylan Pierce goes for the pin. Danny Davis counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. t.J.: This is amazing...These two are really crazy tonight. Dylan Pierce goes for Rehearsal for Tragedy, but Elle Phillips blocks it. Elle Phillips leaves the ring. She returns with a chair. Elle Phillips runs into the ropes and springs off the chair. Elle Phillips hits a rana on Dylan Pierce. Danny Davis counts: One, two, thr... kickout. Elle Phillips executes a dragon screw on Dylan Pierce. Elle Phillips hits a Hotshot on Dylan Pierce. The crowd is behind Elle Phillips all the way. Danny Davis removes the chair from the ring. Elle Phillips throws Dylan Pierce out of the ring. Elle Phillips goes through the ropes. Chris Steele comes from behind, but Dylan Pierce nails Chris Steele. Elle Phillips uses a kick to the groin on Dylan Pierce. Kid: The third one! Pierce, just get out of there, please! Elle Phillips reenters the ring. Dylan Pierce follows her back in. Elle Phillips takes Dylan Pierce down with Dragonrana. The chants for Elle Phillips are deafening. Elle Phillips places Dylan Pierce on the turnbuckle. Elle Phillips leaves the ring. She returns with a chair. Elle Phillips sets up the chair. Elle Phillips executes a top-rope Splash Mountain onto the chair on Dylan Pierce. T.J.: This is impossible! Pierce has got to be nothing but a beaten pulp! Danny Davis counts: One, two, in the ropes... Elle Phillips goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Dylan Pierce counters it with a DDT. Chris Steele comes from behind, but Dylan Pierce nails Chris Steele. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce into the guardrail. They're brawling inside the ring area. Elle Phillips goes for a senton, but Dylan Pierce rolls out of the way. Chris Steele comes from behind, but Dylan Pierce nails Chris Steele. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce into the guardrail. They're brawling inside the ring area. Dylan Pierce grabs the ring bell from her. Dylan Pierce hits a thrust kick to the head on Elle Phillips. Dylan Pierce goes for Rehearsal for Tragedy, but Elle Phillips blocks it. Chris Steele comes from behind and distracts Dylan Pierce. Elle Phillips sets up Dylan Pierce on the table. Elle Phillips executes a twisting moonsault through the table. The table didn't break. T.J.: The table didn't break! The crowd is giving Elle Phillips a standing ovation. They're brawling inside the ring area. Dylan Pierce takes Elle Phillips down with a spinning thrust kick. Elle Phillips sets up Dylan Pierce on the table. Elle Phillips tries to dream catcher Dylan Pierce through the table, but he moves out of the way. The table didn't break. The crowd is behind Dylan Pierce all the way. Dylan Pierce hits her with the ring bell. Dylan Pierce whips Elle Phillips into the guardrail. Dylan Pierce nails Elle Phillips with a backspin DDT. Dylan Pierce whips Elle Phillips into the guardrail. Dylan Pierce takes Elle Phillips down with a double underhook faceslam. Dylan Pierce goes for the Cardinal Sin, but Chris Steele shoves him off the turnbuckle. Danny Davis threatens Elle Phillips with disqualification. Elle Phillips sets up Dylan Pierce on the table. Elle Phillips tries to drive Dylan Pierce through the table with a twisting moonsault, but he moves out of the way. The table didn't break. The crowd erupts. Dylan Pierce rams her into the ring bell. Dylan Pierce hits a Frankensteiner on Elle Phillips. Dylan Pierce sets up Elle Phillips on the table. Dylan Pierce tries to drive Elle Phillips through the table with a reverse flying elbowdrop, but she moves out of the way. The table didn't break. T.J.: It didn't break again! They're brawling inside the ring area. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce into the guardrail. Elle Phillips takes Dylan Pierce down with a punch. Elle Phillips goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Dylan Pierce counters it with a swinging neckbreaker. Dylan Pierce throws Elle Phillips back into the ring. Dylan Pierce brings the the ring bell into the ring. Elle Phillips punches Dylan Pierce. The crowd is going into a frenzy. Elle Phillips hits Dylan Pierce. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce into the ropes. Elle Phillips misses with a shoulderblock. Elle Phillips misses with a clothesline. Dylan Pierce executes a backspin DDT on Elle Phillips. Dylan Pierce is going for the pin. Danny Davis counts: One, two, thr... kickout. Kid: This is truly amazing...These two are out. They have to be out! Dylan Pierce hits her with the ring bell. The crowd erupts. Dylan Pierce goes for the Cardinal Sin, but Chris Steele shoves him off the turnbuckle. Danny Davis threatens Elle Phillips with disqualification. T.J.: That's right! Nobody deserves to win after all of this. Elle Phillips goes for a Yakuza kick, but Dylan Pierce counters it with a legsweep. Dylan Pierce is going for the pin. Danny Davis counts: One, two, thr... kickout. Dylan Pierce takes a swing at Elle Phillips with the ring bell, but she gets out of the way. Elle Phillips snatches the ring bell from him. Elle Phillips takes a swing at Dylan Pierce with the ring bell, but he gets out of the way. Dylan Pierce snatches the ring bell from her. Dylan Pierce hits her with the ring bell. The crowd erupts. Dylan Pierce chokes her with the ring bell. Dylan Pierce executes the Cardinal Sin on Elle Phillips. Dylan Pierce goes for the pin. Danny Davis counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. Dylan Pierce whips Elle Phillips into the ropes. Dylan Pierce misses with a kick. Elle Phillips hits a flying lariat on Dylan Pierce. Dylan Pierce punches Elle Phillips. Dylan Pierce goes to dropkick Elle Phillips but Elle Phillips steps aside. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce into the ropes. Elle Phillips hits Dylan Pierce with a clothesline. The crowd are behind Elle Phillips all the way. Elle Phillips drops a knee on Dylan Pierce's head. Elle Phillips goes to drop another knee on Dylan Pierce's head but he rolls out of the way. Dylan Pierce grabs hold of Elle Phillips' hair. Dylan Pierce hoists Elle Phillips up by her hair. T.J.: Don't pick her up by the hair! Come on, that's just not right. The crowd are now booing Dylan Pierce. Dylan Pierce slaps Elle Phillips. Elle Phillips spits in Dylan Pierce's face. The crowd erupts. Malik Johnson runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Kid: Malik Johnson! He's here, and he looks mad. Dylan Pierce hasn't seen Malik Johnson. Malik Johnson is carrying a hockey stick. T.J.: So does his hocky stick, kid. Elle Phillips knees Dylan Pierce in the groin. Dylan Pierce lets go of Elle Phillips. Malik Johnson waffles Dylan Pierce over the head with the hockey stick. The crowd erupts. Dylan Pierce drops to one knee. Malik Johnson hits Dylan Pierce in the head with the hockey stick again. Kid: No, that's not right! Dylan Pierce is out on the mat. The crowd are cheering Malik Johnson. Danny Davis is calling for the bell. The match is declared a No Contest. Time of match: 4:15 Malik Johnson kicks in Dylan Pierce's head. Dylan Pierce is bleeding profusely. T.J.: This is uncalled for! You don't do that to people! Elle Phillips reaches under the ring and brings out a leather strap. Malik Johnson rolls Dylan Pierce onto his stomach and rips off his t-shirt. Elle Phillips wraps one end of the leather strap around her knuckles. Elle Phillips and Malik Johnson high-five. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce's bare back with the leather strap. The crowd cheers. Kid: Wait a minute! What's going on here? Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce's bare back with the leather strap. The crowd cheers. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce's bare back with the leather strap. The crowd cheers. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce's bare back with the leather strap. The crowd is going mental. Welts are rising up on Dylan Pierce's back. Elle Phillips whips Dylan Pierce's bare back with the leather strap. Dylan Pierce's back is covered in blood. Elle Phillips throws the strap into the crowd. T.J.: Yeah, and somebody WANT'S that? Malik Johnson grabs a chair and slides back into the ring. Malik Johnson rolls Dylan Pierce onto the steel chair. Elle Phillips jumps up onto the top turnbuckle. Elle Phillips takes out a "24/7" bandana from her pocket and ties it around her forehead. T.J.: I think I get it now, Kid... The crowd is making a wall of noise. Elle Phillips gives the sign for the Dream Catcher Elle Phillips executes the Dream Catcher on Dylan Pierce. The crowd erupts. Dylan Pierce is out cold. Elle Phillips goes for the cocky pin on Dylan Pierce. Malik Johnson throws the mic to Elle Phillips. Elle Phillips walks over to Malik Johnson and hugs him. ELLE PHILLIPS: "So...What's this? I hear you cry! Malik Johnson, FORMER member of The Future coming to my aid tonight?! *Elle smiles* Lets just say that it's purely professional....Malik is doing an old friend a favour, and is taking part in the beating of a shared enemy...." Kid: An enemy or not, that was a tasteless attack. The crowd cheers. ELLE PHILLIPS: "Dylan Pierce, Shun Jun Rui, at Ultra Slam Six, did not win fairly...In fact, yourself, Wayne Reid and Shawn Bryant were indeed knocked out and handcuffed without too much trouble, leaving Chris against Brian Bowers. You have NOTHING to boast about Dylan...afterall, you lost the Tag Titles to The Frat that VERY night! (The crowd cheers) T.J.: This fickle crowd makes me a little sick, Kid. Kid.: This entire incident is making me sick. Elle Phillips: After Bowers FINALLY made Chris black out, after stabbing a screwdriver THROUGH his skin and into the muscle of his shoulder, the three of you LOSERS then decided to handcuff Chris and whip him again to within an inch of his life....Ok so handcuffing was part of the rules, but being complete CHICKENS and handcuffing an unconscious man to the ropes while you whipped him... (Elle Smirks) Elle Phillips: After he WHIPPED you all night beforehand....Now that's no mark of a man. But now we're even, Dylan Pierce...now you know what it feels like to be viciously whipped while you lie prone...My work here is done and I don't want to even SEE your sorry face anywhere near me again...." The crowd is applauding Elle and starting a "Steele" chant. "Angel" by Massive Attack plays as Elle Phillips and Malik Johnson leave the ring and walk up the ramp. T.J.: A vicious attack here, Kid, there's no doubt about that. I can't say that Pierce didn't earn it, but two wrongs don't make a right. Kid: Damn right, just like my mother used to say. No we've... "Beautiful People" Marilyn Manson to blast throughout the arena. The fans jump onto their feet cheering wildly. T.J.: It looks like maybe Brad Hunter has something to say tonight, as well. People begin to chant Brad Hunter's name. Brad Hunter walks out from behind the curtain wheeling out an elderly man in a wheel chair. Brad Hunter acknowledges the crowd for cheering his name. He has a microphone with him. They make their way towards the ring. Amazingly, at the ring their is a ramp for the wheel chair to be wheeled into the wrestling ring. Brad Hunter and the man in wheel chair arrive into the ring. The crowd chants Hunter's name. Kid: Who's the old man? T.J.: How am I supposed to know, Kid? Hunter: Well we are just three days removed from Ultra Slam 6.... And boy let me say... Charlie Yin-yang put on one hell of a battle, but the better... and might I say... the beautiful man won... Yin-yang took one hell of a Ride of a Lifetime!!! the crowd cheers. Hunter: But tonight, I come out for another reason... This man in the ring with me, is my father... He has a life threatening disease. I brought him to the show tonight to watch his only son wrestle. He always said, I could be anything, and I am gonna show him tonight...It was his wish to see me wrestle before he dies... and Dad... Brad Hunter looks in his dads eyes. Hunter: This is your night... Brad Hunter hugs his father. T.J.: Well, I've got to say...This is refreshing after that last bit we saw. Kid: I agree, T.J. I agree. "Kill me Heal me" by Skillet begins to blast as Charlie Yin-yang walks out onto the entrance ramp. T.J.: Oh, great! This is exactly what did NOT need to happen here! The crowd is booing Yin-yang heavily. Some of the crowd has started a "Yin-yang sucks" chants. Yin-yang's AE: Wow, how sweet....the son dedicating this night to his dying father.... Wait I take "How sweet" back... this makes me completely sick to my stomach the crowd boos even louder. T.J.: Come on, there's nothing wrong with a son loving his father! Yin-yang's AE: Hunter: Did you bring your dad with you tonight, for him to see you get your ass kicked... But seriously... Yes I am gonna be serious... How do you actually think you beat me on Sunday? Charlie Yin-yang starts to walk towards the ring. Kid: Fairly, I think. I think he probably won fairly. Yin-yang's AE: You didn't get the job done? I'm still walking... Hunter: Hold it right there.. Don't take one more step or you will eating rubber and crapping toe nails for weeks to come.... T.J.: Tough words... Yin-yang's AE: You don't have the balls.... Hunter: Hmmm... On second thought... Why don't you enter this ring, and show that YOU have the balls. Charlie Yin-yang enters the ring. The crowd is booing Yin-yang, but cheering Brad Hunter. Hunter: Chuck... I don't have any beef with you... You were defeated in a straight jacket match... And I even let you go home that night to whichever dumpster you live in...I didn't have the guys in the white coats haul you back to Bellview... Brad Hunter puts his finger in Charlie Yin-yang's face. Hunter: So what is your problem? Kid: I think a lot of people need to ask Charlie this question. Yin-yang looks at Hunter all wild eyed. Yin-yang's AE: PROBLEM?... I don't have any problems...What makes you think I have problems....Last time I checked I didn't have any problems.....What kind of question is that....What is my problem????????? Yin-yang starts to hit himself in the face. Yin-yang AE: I WANT A REMATCH!! Hunter: Oh... Is that what you were wanting... Why didn't you say so before...Let me think about that one.... Uh... NO!!! Yin-yang's jaw drops. T.J.: That's right, Charlie, take a hike. Yin-yang's AE: No?.... Then I guess I will have to make you give me the rematch.... Hunter: Make me? I don't think so... Yin-yang looks around. Yin-yang spots a good thing to do. Yin-yang walks up to Hunter's dad in the wheel chair. Yin-yang tips the wheel chair over. T.J.: That's sick! Somebody needs to kick that man out, really! Yin-yang's AE: OOPS!!! Hunter's dad hits the mat sideways. Hunter cannot believe what he just saw. Yin-yang quickly jumps out of the ring. Hunter goes to his father's side. Hunter: Get some EMT's out here... Yin-yang makes his way to the top of the entrance ramp. EMT's and SFWL personnel run to ringside. Yin-yang's AE: PAYBACKS ARE A Bi-atch!!! How was that Hunter... "Kill me Heal me" by Skillet begins to blast as Charlie Yin-yang stands top of the entrance ramp with a sadistic smile on his face with his arm raised up in victory high in the air. EMT's load Hunter's dad onto a stretcher mobilizer. Charlie Yin-yang receives a round of boos from the crowd. T.J.: There's no way to justify that, and I have a feeling that Brad Hunter isn't going to stand for it, either. Kid: Well, you may just get to see some retaliation tonight, because Yin-Yangs match is coming up next. T.J.: Well, I don't think Hunter is going to be able to make it...He'll probably be at his fathers hospital bed, bless him. Kevin Williams hits Charlie Yin-yang with a series of punches before the bell. Kid: Williams trying to get this match started early. Kevin Williams throws Charlie Yin-yang out of the ring. Kevin Williams goes for a baseball slide, but Charlie Yin-yang moves out of the way. Kevin Williams is out cold. T.J.: That didn't work out well! Charlie Yin-yang takes Kevin Williams down with an enzuigiri to the face. Charlie Yin-yang sets up a table. Charlie Yin-yang whips Kevin Williams into the guardrail. Charlie Yin-yang takes Kevin Williams down with flying headscissors. They're brawling outside the ring area. Kevin Williams goes for the Rocker Dropper, but Charlie Yin-yang blocks it. Charlie Yin-yang sets up Kevin Williams on the table. Charlie Yin-yang tries to drive Kevin Williams through the table with Psycho Driver, but he blocks it. Kid: That's damn lucky, brother. that could have hurt really badly. Kevin Williams whips Charlie Yin-yang into the guardrail. Kevin Williams goes for a choke slam, but Charlie Yin-yang counters it with a kick to the midsection. Charlie Yin-yang goes for an enzuigiri to the face, but Kevin Williams ducks out of the way. Kevin Williams knocks Charlie Yin-yang into the ringsteps. Kevin Williams whips Charlie Yin-yang into the guardrail. Kevin Williams whips Charlie Yin-yang into the guardrail. Kevin Williams reenters the ring. Charlie Yin-yang follows him back in. The bell rings. T.J.: This match FINALLY getting official, here. Danny Davis is back on the job. Kevin Williams executes a gutbuster on Charlie Yin-yang. Kevin Williams takes Charlie Yin-yang down with a choke slam. Kevin Williams is going for the pin. Danny Davis counts: One, two, kickout. Kid: And a kickout, and just in time too. That could have been it. Kevin Williams whips Charlie Yin-yang into the ropes. Kevin Williams gives him a belly-to-belly suplex, but Charlie Yin-yang only stares at him. Charlie Yin-yang executes the Swinging DDT on Kevin Williams. Charlie Yin-yang is met with a mixture of cheers and boos. Charlie Yin-yang executes the Schizophrenic Drop on Kevin Williams. T.J.: Wow, where did that come from?! This may be it... Danny Davis counts: One, two, three. T.J.: And it is! This match overwith quickly. Kid: Hell, it just got started! Charlie Yin-yang acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him. The winner is Charlie Yin-yang. Time of match: 0:04:07 Kid: Something about that whole incident makes me wonder... T.J.: Yeah, Kid? Kid: Well, if Yin-Yang is so intent on beating down Hunter, why does he even bother with other matches? T.J.: Kid, he's a WRESTLER, he has to WRESTLE. “D’ya know what I mean?” By Oasis comes over the sound system, and the crowd pops slightly. The lights go out, and then one, two, three spotlights shine to the middle of the ramp to reveal Sunder Ryan standing with his arms raised in the air. He carries with him a bag, presumably containing the Cruiserweight title, and a microphone in the other hand. He slowly begins his descent to the ring. T.J.: Well, it looks like Sunder Ryan is as good as his word, tonight. He said he’d be here to say a few words about the cruiserweight division, and it appears as if he’s going to. Kid: Ryan’s way too new to this thing. One of these days, soon, he’s going to be taught a lesson by the rest of these cruiserweights. I guarantee it. Ryan slides under the ropes and makes his way to the turnbuckle. He climbs up and pauses to look out to the crowd pensively. He smiles, and jumps off. The crowd is still lightly cheering in certain sections. T.J.: Hey, you’ve got to give this kid a little credit at least, Nathan. Only two matches, and he got a title? That’s pretty impressive in any world. Ryan stops in the middle of the ring and tries to motion for silence. It does not work, however. A portion of the crowd is chanting, “flooky, flooky” over and over. Ryan stares in their general direction and laughs. Kid: Some in the crowd don’t seem to agree with you, Stan. Ryan: Oh, so I see it’s a little difficult for you to speak PROPER English, huh? Flooky, unfortunately, is not a real English word, and I should know. Please, dare to try again after you’ve managed to age past ten! The chanters do quiet down a bit, but they can still be heard to some extent. T.J.: I’m starting to wonder whether Sunder Ryan is going to be liked in the SFWL, or not. The crowds are really very divided on the issue. Kid: Or they just don’t care: Like me. Ryan: But we must proceed to more important matters, for addressing the masses was not really my intention for this public appearance. No, No. I came to address my beloved contenders for this… Ryan smiles, and reaches into his bag to pull out the cruiserweight belt. He places it on the ground face up, and rubs it with his hand before he stands up fully again. Ryan: Now…money, love, titles… He shrugs. Ryan: Nothing without a more substantial key to unlocking a man’s happiness: Respect. I will be the first to admit that I am, perhaps, one of the least deserving cruiserweight champions to ever hold this belt, but do not fret, friends, this will change soon enough. Although I have come by the belt in what were perhaps “lucky” standards, I plan to all but counteract that inadequacy with an open door policy for challenges. Ryan raises a finger to the air. Ryan: HOWEVER…. He looks around before he finishes the statement. T.J.: You see, he doesn’t seem to be nearly half as bad as you think, Kid. He understands the situation he’s in, clearly. Ryan: Remember that I DID win this title quite fairly, albeit against an un-educated block of a wrestler. This division now lies on MY shoulders…I have the reigns, so to speak, and I’m certainly willing to do all that I can to make this title signify respect yet again. The age of incompetence is out: Now it’s time for the stakes to rise slowly yet steadily. The crowd cheers a little. Kid: Well, that does at least sound pretty good to me. Sunder Ryan waves a hand. Ryan: Never mind the sentimentality, that’s not the point here. The point is… Suddenly, “Bodygroove” by the Architechs starts playing over the P.A. The crowd pops mildly, and Rich T Boy steps out on to the stage wearing a pair of Black Jeans and a Blue “Rich T Boy” T-shirt. T.J.: You know what this means, Kid…Rich and Sunder are about to get physical again, I think. Kid: A real champion doesn’t quit after a little bump in the road. He walks slowly up to the ring, talking at the same time. The crowd quiets down. Rich: Uneducated BLOCK of a wrestler?? Rich turns to the crowd and shakes his head. Rich: I believe it’s time you received a little education of your own, Sunder. Now, you DID win my title, I’ll grant you that. And you ARE the first person to square up with me in fair form, and come away with gold. Rich gestures to Ryan with a finger. Sunder Ryan smiles at him, and claps his hands mockingly. Rich: But you caught me off of my form; out of shape and not living up to what was expected of me as a champion. All faults of my own making not yours! He halts in his walking toward the ring about three quarters down the ramp. He pauses talking a moment, and takes a long breathe. Rich: Now maybe your little attack sparked something off. But, then again, maybe I was just a little jaded about these once a week attacks of which the Future was quite normally, on the receiving end. But there’s something that you fail to realize: You don’t want to see me getting fired up and taking an interest! The crowd cheers. T.J.: Rich has got some words here for the champ, and I think they’re the fighting kind, folks. Rich: Because, if I do, I can ensure the crowd will get a lot more formidable then they were at our match at Ultra Slam. I can guarantee that, if you’re going to walk away the winner, it’s going to take a hell of a lot of stamina and willpower. What’s more, I can guarantee, that when I set my mind on something: I ALWAYS get it. I’m setting my mind on that title. Sunder Ryan listens intently, obviously enjoying himself in the ring. Kid: This is exactly what Ryan wanted. Rich is getting serious, and I think that it’s very possible these two are going to square off again. Rich, a little angrily: So you enjoy your reign, and you go ahead and perform as well as you can, but what you’re going to find out is that you only went through a fraction of the Rich T. Boy wrestling experience at Ultra Slam. You are going to see me again, wrestling with style and driving the crowd wild! You’re going to see exactly why I was a two time IC champion, a tag-team champion, and up until a few of days ago, a cruiserweight champion. So while you wonder if I can ‘meet your expectations’, I promise you: You have NO IDEA what it takes to achieve mine. Enjoy your reign, ‘champ’! I plan on ending… “La Marseilles” comes over the loudspeakers as Robespierre comes onto the entrance ramp. He has his longish dirty blonde hair, pulled back on his neck. We see that he is wearing his usual attire, consisting of a long blue coat, with tails. Underneath the coat he is wearing white boots tucked neatly into a pair of black riding boots. He is holding a cane in his left hand and a microphone in his right. T.J.: Now Robespierre, too?! What's going on here, Kid? Who's next? Robespierre: Frankly, I am a bit perturbed that these two Englishmen are out here babbling around the ring. I don’t understand how either of you can hold the honest claim to that title. Rich T. Boy: Stay out of our business here, Dough Boy. This is between me and Ryan, you understand me? It’s got nothing to do with you, and it’s got nothing to do with history either. Ryan: Whoa…whoa…whoa…hold on there, old boy. Rich looks up at Ryan. Ryan smiles at him. Ryan: Let the incoherent fool speak. He may have something...important to say. Rich: You don’t own me, Ryan! Who gave you that authority, anyway? It’s not as if, because you have my title, you have my mind and body as well. I’ll do what I want! Kid: You see why I like Rich, T.J.? T.J.: I suppose, maybe... Robespierre, shaking his head: You two gentlemen provide me with ample evidence of what is wrong with Cruiserweight wrestling. High flying this, aerial that. You look like a bloody bunch of circus freaks when you are out here! Kid: I happen to like high flying wrestling myself. Robespierre: Quite frankly, I’m surprise that the audience has not asked for their hard-earned money back yet. I know that they are a group of uneducated masses, but still I can assure them that I know what is in their best interests! The crowd boo’s. Rich T. Boy looks disgusted. Robespierre: I know that the two of you are Englishmen, so this may be a little difficult for you to comprehend… T.J.: I think Ryan and Rich are not completely ignorant, myself. Robespierre: You see I, Robespierre, am here to lead a revolution the likes of which have not been seen since my great Uncle, Maximilien Robespierre overthrew the Bourbons on the French throne. Sunder Ryan, you want to talk about all of this grandiose English and French history? I cannot help it if Napoleon sullied the Revolution with his tactics against Wellington. I cannot help it if your British Prime Minister, Neville Chamberlain, appeased the evil German at Munich. I cannot even help it that Normans from France overran England in 1066. But I can help one thing, and this goes for both of you gentlemen. This Frenchman will help continue the course of inciting a glorious revolution and ensuring that the French always stay two steps ahead of the British. It starts next Wednesday on Unleashed, when I accept your challenge Mr. Ryan of a match for your title. And as for you, Mr. Boy, you can come and experience the Revolution for yourself. In either case, both of your Heads Will Roll! T.J.: Wow! Strong words from Robespierre here tonight. You think we might have a three-way match, Kid? Kid: I don’t really know. This is getting a little out there. Ryan, amused: Oh, but Mr. Robespierre…Who ever said anything about YOUR title shot on Unleashed? Who ever said I wouldn’t give a shot to Richy here, hm? Don’t forget who holds the reigns, Dough boy! NOT YOU! Rich: Hey! I never said I needed any hand-outs from you, Ryan. I don’t require nor want your clemency to get a title shot. I can earn it. Robespierre, mockingly: Oh yes, you’ll earn it about as well as…As well as you earned the title in the first place. Rich T. Boy tosses down his mic and charges Robespierre. The crowd cheers. T.J.: Rich T. Boy has had enough! Robespierre dodges the charge, but Rich T. Boy executes a flying headscissors on him. Ryan laughs, and walks to the side of the ring. He executes a ropespring twisting moonsault on Robespierre while he is lying on the ground. T.J.: That was amazing! What do you think Robespierre thinks about the high-flying cruiserweights now? Kid: I don’t think he’s got much of anything going through his head, right now. Rich T. Boy tries to stomp on Ryan, but he roles out the way. Sunder Ryan tries a spinning head kick, but Rich T. Boy ducks. Rich T. Boy executes a belly to back suplex on Ryan. The crowd goes nuts. Robespierre is slowly getting up. Rich T. Boy picks Sunder Ryan off of the ground. Rich T. Boy punches Sunder Ryan once… Twice… The crowd is cheering loudly. T.J.: Rich T. Boy making a mockery of the champion! Rich T. Boy goes for a third punch, but Robespeirre grabs his arm and puts him in the Guillotine. T.J.: Oh, that Robespierre snuck up on him! Rich T. Boy is writhing in pain. Sunder Ryan looks at the two, and then towards a chair beside him. He picks up the chair, and heads towards Robespierre. Kid: Ryan’s got a chair, and that’s a deadly weapon. Sunder Ryan hits Robespierre on the head. Robespierre slumps over Rich T. Boy. Both do not move. Ryan smiles, his bottom lip bloody. T.J.: Now I KNOW this is what he wanted. He's out to prove his worth to somebody, and I don't know who. Kid: Remember T.J., he's out to get someone, remember? Maybe he's making a show for HIM. He picks up his bag and microphone, and heads towards the exit. Ryan, breathing heavily: Speak, speak, speak, old friends, but until you can perform what you claim…Leave me alone. Now… He pauses. Ryan: Does anyone else care to make an entrance? Maybe Dylan Pierce or Malik Johnson? Well, maybe not Pierce in his present condition... No one else comes out. T.J.: I don't know if he's ready for that to happen, Kid. The crowd is not sure what to think of this. He tosses the microphone and heads down the aisle. Robespierre and Rich T. Boy begin to stir. SFWL officials come out, but both refuse help. Kid: Proud men, brother. Proud men are always the toughest guys out there. They walk up the exit, apparently still ready to jump at each others throat. But they manage to stay at length from each other. T.J.: Well, things are coming around full swing in the Cruiserweight division! First Malik Johnson attacks Pierce, and now this! I don't know, Kid, but I think we may just have a brawl! Kid: Well, there's about to be a brawl right now. Kent Mcknight facing off against Freebird here, and these two guys can fight! T.J.: I'll give you that, Kid. They lock up. Kent McKnight executes a roundhouse right on Freebird. Kent McKnight whips Freebird into the ropes. Kent McKnight misses with an elbow. Kent McKnight hits Freebird with a backdrop. Kent McKnight uses a low blow on Freebird. Kent McKnight throws Freebird out of the ring. Kid: Wow! Kent Mcknight is demolishing Freebird, here! Kent McKnight goes through the ropes. Kent McKnight is handed a frying pan. Kent McKnight hits him with the frying pan. Kent McKnight throws Freebird back into the ring. Kent McKnight nails Freebird with an elbowdrop. Kent McKnight gives the sign for the Best Damn Finisher. Kent McKnight executes the Best Damn Finisher on Freebird. T.J.: Good God! This match may be over already! Freebird tries to fight the pain. Freebird is writhing in pain. Earl Hebner asks Freebird if he's had enough. Freebird shakes his head. Earl Hebner asks Freebird if he should stop the fight. Freebird shakes his head. Earl Hebner checks Freebird's arm. He lifts it... it stays up ! Kid: Wow, to get out of that move takes guts, T.J. Freebird fights his way out of the hold after 40 seconds. Kent McKnight hits a Frankensteiner on Freebird. T.J.: Well, whether he got out or not, he's still got a match to fight, here. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, in the ropes... Kent McKnight throws Freebird out of the ring. Kent McKnight goes through the ropes. Kent McKnight whips Freebird into the guardrail. Kent McKnight goes for a snap mare, but Freebird blocks it. Freebird whips Kent McKnight into the guardrail. Freebird nails Kent McKnight with a clothesline. They're brawling outside the ring area. Freebird grabs a chair. Freebird sets up the chair. Freebird goes for a sidewalk slam, but Kent McKnight counters it with a DDT. A fan at ringside badmouths Kent McKnight. Kent McKnight is handed brass knuckles. Kent McKnight hits him with the knuckles. Kid: Weapons are the way to go, Brother. If you need to win a match, grab a weapon. They're brawling outside the ring area. Freebird reenters the ring. Kent McKnight follows him back in. Freebird throws Kent McKnight out of the ring. Freebird jumps onto him with a moonsault off the second turnbuckle. T.J.: A moonsault over the turnbuckle to the outside! I like that move! A small "Freebird" chant is being started. Freebird hits Kent McKnight with a double-arm DDT. Freebird claps his hands. The crowd is starting to get behind Freebird. Freebird whips Kent McKnight into the guardrail. Freebird sets up a table. Freebird sets up Kent McKnight on the table. Freebird tries to drive Kent McKnight through the table with a jumping DDT, but he blocks it. "Ratings" Adam Russell steps through the curtain with Terri. T.J.: What's this? What's HE doing here? "Ratings" Adam Russell walks towards the ring. They're brawling inside the ring area. Kent McKnight takes Freebird down with a Steinerline. Kent McKnight executes a fireman's carry into a flapjack on Freebird. "Ratings" Adam Russell grabs a chair. Kid: I think he's mad about something, FRANK. Kent McKnight tosses Freebird to the ropes, Freebird reverses. Russell Nails Kent McKnight with the chair. Kent McKnight falls to the mat. T.J.: What the...? What's going on? Freebird looks at Russell confused. Russell yells "Cover him damnit!" Freebird refuses, shoots Russell a bird, shaking his head. T.J.: Well, I'm glad to see somebody in the SFWL still has some class! Freebird turns and walks away. Russell enters the ring and bashes Freebird in the back of the head with a chair. T.J.: On my, that's terrible! Russell grabs a mic and speaks. "Ratings" Adam Russell - Alright Freebird, listen to what I have to say here.. it'll only take a minute. The crowd is chanting, "Freebird, Freebird, Freebird" Kid: I don't think he's getting up. "Ratings" Adam Russell - He isnt going to answer... I think... I think hes out! Here in the SFWL it appears ratings are a hard thing to come by. In fact, I myself know that second rate competitors just clearly dont bring in good ratings for a company. How can the wrestlers within a company try to help the success of the company if the people running the all mighty company dont help them? How can a talented person like Freebird here rise to super stardom if the fed heads dont help him? Why would Freebird like to waste his time giving when he doesnt get anything given in return? Can you answer that SFWL? Why dont we just ask guys like Fella, or Torment? Or why dont we ask Night Wing, or all the other goons at the top that question. Kid: Now wait a minute, maybe he's making a good point, here... The fans boo loudly at Russell "Ratings" Adam Russell - I mean, arent these guys your so called most important people in the company? Are these not the men who stand at the top of the all mighty ladder and look down at the talented, but unseen people like Freebird? Isnt it time for guys like you to give a little? Its time for someone like Freebird to rise. Its time for him to stand up whats best for him, right Freebird? Russell turns to look at Freebird. Freebird is standing. Freebird is pissed. T.J.: Uh oh, this isn't good for Russel! Freebird executes a series of punches on Adam Russell The crowd is wildly cheering Freebird Freebird tosses Russell to the ropes. Russell hops over Freebird and nails him with a DDT. Russell falls out of the ring. T.J.: Just like a rat, to escape when things are just getting started. "Ratings" Adam Russell - Thats the right answer Freebird. Its time for you to rise to your ocasion, right? Russell gets no answer from Freebird. "Ratings" Adam Russell - And who is going to do that for you bud? not the SFWL? Certainly not the self centered, ego-holics like Torment, Fella and NightWing to name a few. Its not them right? Would they give you the time of day? Russell enters the ring slowly Russell is trading blows with Freebird Russell gets the upper hand. Russell executes a low blow on Freebird, Freebird falls to the mat. Kid: As a man, I really resent the invention of the low blow. Russell gets only a crawl out of Freebird as he tries to fight to his feet. The crowd once again chants "Freebird, Freebird" Russell kicks him back down. T.J.: This is heinous! "Ratings" Adam Russell - Well? Dont worry, they wont give me the time of day either.. But who needs them? Do you Freebird? No, you dont. But you need me... The crowd starts to boo loudly once again. "Ratings" Adam Russell - Yes... of course you need me Freebird.. Freebird: I don't need you, that's for sure... Kid: Ohhhh...That wasn't a good idea. Russell grabs the chair and nails Freebird as he gets up once again. Freebird is busted wide open. Russell ties Freebird up in the ropes as he speaks. "Ratings" Adam Russell - Yeah Freebird, thats right. We can do this together. We can bring ratings to a company that is in desperate need. Why do you think I would resign, again and again. Why do you think this time I mean business? Why do you think this time Adam Russell is here to stay? because every other time this damn company was in need of a litte boost, they didnt give me the respect I needed or wanted. They didnt give a shit about someone who brought everything needed to the NLWE on its dying days. They called me up to keep the NLWE going. They called me up. Look at my shirt. NLWE till I die. I ruined that company. I didnt do what I wanted to, I didnt keep it going. i ruined it. I had the company in the palm of my hand and then bam, a broken leg, Im out for a few months. When I was ready to return, it was dead. Death to the NLWE... why? because I wasnt there. I basically ruined it. I basically closed it. If I was there damnit... damnit listen to me you bastard... Russell lifts the chiar and nails Freebird across the face. He backs up and nails him again and again. T.J.: Somebody get out here and help him, for crying out loud! This is lunacy! "Ratings" Adam Russell - Damnit, listen up. I said if I wasnt there it would have been dead long before its time. And now the damn people in this dying company call me up to do the same. They called me up to keep it going. They called me up to change things. Do a little boost in the ratings damnit. And we can do it brother, we can do it. I believe in you. Russell, very emotional gets in Freebirds face. Russell gets down on one knee and stares Freebird in the eye while whiping the blood off his face. Kid: I don't understand this...What's this guy doing? "Ratings" Adam Russell - Dont worry bud... together... we can do this together. Ill carry you, thats for sure. But when its all said and done, Ill make sure you earn your respect. Ill make sure you get noticed. Ill make sure you win a title and can stand tall months from now. But I want you to look back. Look back to this night, because its worth it Freebird... its well worth it. You wait and see. Freebird, groggy with blood dripping from his face lies helplessly tied in the ropes. Adam Russell stands back up and walks to the opposite corner. Russell runs toward Freebird and swings the chair like a ball bat at the face of Freebird. T.J.: Would you stop already?! Russell unties him and drags him to the center of the ring. Freebird tries to get up, makes his way to one knee, bent over. Russell bounces off the ropes and nails the Ratings Grabber, planting Freebird face first into the chair. Russell stands up and climbs the ropes. Kid: No! Even I can't take any more of this bloodshed! The crowd boos loudly as they toss garbage in the ring. Russell gets down, looks toward Freebird as he tried to pull himself up using the ropes. Russell spits on Freebird as he exits the ring. Terri, standing on the floor smiles at Russell. Kent McKnight staggers to his feet. T.J.: McKnight's getting to his feet. Kid: He's not going to be happy with this. He stares over at Freebird, the dented chair, and Adam Russell. Kent McKnight grabs the chair, and launches himself over the top rope, and nails Terri and Adam Russell with the chair. T.J.: Wow! Mcknight coming after them! This is great, Kid! The crowd is going apeshit. Kent McKnight continues to nail both of them as the fans cheer him on. Kent McKnight drops the chair as Adam Russell and Terri scamper away. T.J.: Beaten like the dogs they are! Kent McKnight returns to the ring. Freebird is struggling to get to his feet. Kent McKnight extends his hand to the Freebird. The fans are eating it all up. Freebird has a shocked look on his face. McKnight: You call yourself the "Cruiserweight with a heart?" Ah hell... I'm the "Best Damn.." Kent McKnight nails Freebird with a roundhouse kick. McKnight:... who just kicked the piss out of you to send a message to Kamikaze. Kent McKnight reaches into his tights, and retrieves a Kamikaze mask. Kent grabs Freebird, shoves the mask onto his face. Kent McKnight gives the sign for the Best Damn Finisher. The crowd is loving every minute of it. Kent McKnight cinches in the Best Damn Finisher. Freebird is screaming in pain. Kent McKnight continues to yell, "Tap, you bastard... TAP!" Freebird is close to tapping. Earl Hebner asks Freebird if he should stop the fight. Freebird is unresponsive. Kent McKnight leans back further. Earl Hebner motions for the bell. The winner is Kent McKnight. Time of match: 0:04:39 T.J.: Oh, yeah it's easy to win after what happened! Kent McKnight refuses to release the hold. Freebird is totally limp. Earl Hebner tries to pull Kent McKnight off of Freebird. Kent McKnight won't let go. Two other offficials come down to pry McKnight away. Kid: This man is hell bent possessed! Kent McKnight release the hold, and snatches the mask off of Freebird's face.. McKnight: IT WAS YOU THE WHOLE TIME, KAZI!!! YOU'RE DAY IS COMING!!! Kent McKnight drops the crimson mask upon Freebird. Kent McKnight leaves the ring. EMT's loads Mr. Hunter into the ambulance. Brad Hunter is about to get into the ambulance, but is ambushed by a man in a mask. the masked man jumps off the top of the ambulance to attack Hunter. The masked man executes a karate kicks to the face on Hunter. Hunter is dazed. The masked man executes a DDT on Hunter. The masked man grabs Hunter by the hair and throws him into the ambulance. Masked man: take this piece of sh*t out of here... The masked man takes his mask off. It is Kevin Cash. Kevin Cash has a devilish smile on his face. -cuts back to ringside T.J.: What the hell is that, Kid? I'm loosing my head, Kid...Help me out, here. Kid: T.J., come back to me...We've got another match to do, brother. The Frat against the Street Squad, which, incidentally, is for the tag-team titles. The lock up. Bryce Smith chops Jayson Carter. Quite a few boos are audible. Jayson Carter punches Bryce Smith. A small "Jayson Carter" chant is being started. Bryce Smith hits Jayson Carter. Bryce Smith punches Jayson Carter. Jared Williams enters the ring to make it two-on-one. Bryce Smith and Jared Williams whip Jayson Carter into the ropes. They attempt to hit Jayson Carter with a double elbowsmash, but he counters it with a duck-down move. Jayson Carter hits them with a double clothesline. Jared Williams leaves the ring. Jayson Carter goes for a European uppercut, but Bryce Smith blocks it. Bryce Smith takes Jayson Carter down with a headbutt. Bryce Smith goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Jayson Carter counters it with a facerake. Jayson Carter goes for the Swinging DDT, but Bryce Smith blocks it. Bryce Smith whips Jayson Carter into the turnbuckle, but Jayson Carter reverses it. Jayson Carter runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Bryce Smith moves out of the way. Bryce Smith whips Jayson Carter into the ropes. Bryce Smith hits Jayson Carter with a backdrop. Bryce Smith hits a brain buster on Jayson Carter. A wave of boos is going through the crowd. Bryce Smith is going for the pin. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, shoulder up. Bryce Smith runs into the ropes. Bryce Smith hits Jayson Carter with a kick. Bryce Smith locks Jayson Carter in an Indian deathlock. Jayson Carter is struggling to reach the ropes. Jayson Carter reaches the ropes after being trapped for 15 seconds. Bryce Smith tags out to Jared Williams. Malik Johnson enters the ring and lays out Bryce Smith. Malik Johnson goes for a Russian legsweep, but Jared Williams counters it with an elbowsmash. Malik Johnson rolls out of the ring. Jared Williams runs into the ropes. Jared Williams hits Jayson Carter with a shoulderblock. Jared Williams runs into the ropes. Jayson Carter hits Jared Williams with a kick. Jayson Carter goes for an over-the-shoulder stomachbreaker, but Jared Williams counters it with a rana. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, kickout. Jared Williams complains about a slow count. The crowd is booing Jared Williams. Jared Williams goes for an armlock hammerlock submission, but Jayson Carter blocks it. Jayson Carter goes for the Niagara Driver, but Jared Williams blocks it. Jared Williams punches Jayson Carter. Jared Williams chops Jayson Carter. Jayson Carter punches Jared Williams. The crowd is starting to get behind Jayson Carter. Jayson Carter kicks Jared Williams. Jayson Carter punches Jared Williams. Jayson Carter tags out to Malik Johnson. Malik Johnson and Jayson Carter hit Jared Williams with a double flying axhandle . Jayson Carter leaves the ring. Malik Johnson hits Jared Williams with a spear. Malik Johnson hits Jared Williams with a Yakuza kick. Malik Johnson whips Jared Williams into the ropes. Jared Williams hits Malik Johnson with a shoulderblock. Jared Williams tags out to Bryce Smith. Bryce Smith hits a tiger bomb on Malik Johnson. Earl Hebner counts: One, shoulder up. Bryce Smith whips Malik Johnson into the ropes. Malik Johnson hits Bryce Smith with a kick. Malik Johnson whips Bryce Smith into the ropes, but Bryce Smith reverses it. Malik Johnson uses a spear on Bryce Smith. Malik Johnson executes an enzuigiri to the face on Bryce Smith. Malik Johnson hits a Russian legsweep on Bryce Smith. Malik Johnson places Bryce Smith on the turnbuckle. Malik Johnson nails Bryce Smith with a top-rope DDT. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, kickout. Malik Johnson uses a Yakuza kick on Bryce Smith. Malik Johnson goes for an armlock hammerlock submission, but Bryce Smith blocks it. Bryce Smith executes a spear on Malik Johnson. Bryce Smith punches Malik Johnson. A fan at ringside badmouths Bryce Smith. Bryce Smith hits Malik Johnson. Malik Johnson hits Bryce Smith. Malik Johnson chops Bryce Smith. There are lots of chants for Malik Johnson. Jayson Carter enters the ring to make it two-on-one. Malik Johnson and Jayson Carter whip Bryce Smith into the ropes. They hit Bryce Smith with a double kick to the midsection. Jayson Carter leaves the ring. Malik Johnson throws Bryce Smith out of the ring. Malik Johnson jumps onto him with a Flying Senton Backsplash. Malik Johnson knocks Bryce Smith into the ringsteps. Jayson Carter comes over to make it two-on-one. Jayson Carter hits Bryce Smith with a spinning DDT. Malik Johnson hits Bryce Smith with a flying headbutt. Jayson Carter takes Bryce Smith down with a dropkick from the second rope. Malik Johnson goes for the Michinoku Driver, but Bryce Smith blocks it. Jessica Martinsdale comes from behind, but Malik Johnson nails Jessica Martinsdale. They're brawling inside the ring area. Bryce Smith executes a double underhook piledriver on Malik Johnson. Jared Williams comes over to make it two-on-one. Jayson Carter comes over and lays out Jared Williams. Malik Johnson knocks Bryce Smith into the ringsteps. Malik Johnson has the crowd going wild. Malik Johnson whips Bryce Smith into the guardrail. Jayson Carter comes over to make it two-on-one. Jared Williams comes over and lays out Jayson Carter. Jared Williams hits a savate kick on Malik Johnson. Bryce Smith executes an inverted power bomb on Malik Johnson. Bryce Smith whips Malik Johnson into the guardrail. Bryce Smith goes for a brain buster, but Malik Johnson blocks it. They're brawling inside the ring area. Malik Johnson nails Bryce Smith with a jumping DDT. Jayson Carter comes over to make it two-on-one. Jayson Carter hits Bryce Smith with the Niagara Driver. Malik Johnson nails Bryce Smith with a flying bulldog. Malik Johnson takes Bryce Smith down with a jumping side kick. Malik Johnson throws Bryce Smith back into the ring. Jayson Carter enters the ring. Jayson Carter and Malik Johnson hit Bryce Smith with the Double Jeopardy. Malik Johnson goes for the pin. The crowd is going crazy. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, thr... kickout. Malik Johnson goes for a backspin DDT, but Bryce Smith counters it with a belly-to-belly suplex. In turn, Malik Johnson counters it with a facerake. Malik Johnson goes for a spinning DDT, but Bryce Smith counters it with a backdrop. Bryce Smith tags out to Jared Williams. Jared Williams and Bryce Smith whip Malik Johnson into the ropes. They attempt to hit Malik Johnson with a double clothesline, but he counters it with a duck-down move. Malik Johnson hits them with a double clothesline. The crowd is going crazy. Bryce Smith leaves the ring. Malik Johnson whips Jared Williams into the turnbuckle. Malik Johnson runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Jared Williams lifts his knee. Jared Williams chops Malik Johnson. The crowd is booing Jared Williams. Malik Johnson chops Jared Williams. Malik Johnson kicks Jared Williams. Malik Johnson punches Jared Williams. The crowd is behind Malik Johnson all the way. Malik Johnson hits Jared Williams with an inverted DDT. Malik Johnson is going for the pin. Earl Hebner counts: One, two, kickout. Malik Johnson complains about a slow count. Malik Johnson goes for a Cradle DDT, but Jared Williams blocks it. Jared Williams kicks Malik Johnson. A wave of boos is going through the crowd. Jared Williams kicks Malik Johnson. The crowd is booing Jared Williams. Malik Johnson hits Jared Williams. The crowd is behind Malik Johnson all the way. Malik Johnson hits Jared Williams. The chants for Malik Johnson are deafening. Jared Williams hits Malik Johnson. Malik Johnson chops Jared Williams. The crowd is behind Malik Johnson all the way. Malik Johnson whips Jared Williams into the turnbuckle. Malik Johnson takes Jared Williams down with an armbar. T.J.: Johnson looking tough. The Street Squad could be looking at a third reign at the top tonight. Malik Johnson climbs to the top rope. Malik Johnson attempts a moonsault, but Bryce Smith pulls Jared Williams out of the way. Kid: And Smith makes the save for the champs. T.J.: This match has been back and forth, you have to love the action here. Jared Williams stomps Malik Johnson. Jared Williams picks Malik Johnson up. Jared Williams goes for the Phi Beta Slamma, but Malik Johnson escapes the grasp. T.J.: And Williams wanted the Slamma, the inverted facebuster/DDT combination move that has been Williams signature in the ring. Kid: Good thing he got away. Malik Johnson grabs Jared Williams. Malik Johnson executes the MJ Squared on Jared Williams. T.J: And there it is! The Street Squad has got this in the bag! The referee counts: One, two, ... Malik Johnson stands up. Kid: Huh? What? Malik Johnson picks up Jared Williams and executes the MJ Squared. T.J.: I guess he wanted another one for good measure. Malik Johnson bows to the crowd. Malik Johnson goes for the pin. The boos are resurfacing. The Referee counts: One, two.... Malik Johnson stands up again. He laughs. The Crowd is booing like none other. T.J.: Alright, that's enough, already! Malik Johnson walks over to the Frat corner. Malik Johnson begins to shout at Bryce Smith. Malik Johnson nails Bryce Smith with a low blow. Malik Johnson bounces off the ropes and hits Bryce Smith on the outside with a Superkick. Kid: And Bryce Smith now off the apron. He's decimating the Frat. Punishing them almost. T.J.: It's pure anamosity. Jayson Carter yells at Malik Johnson to finish it. Malik Johnson goes to the outside. Malik Johnson searches for something under the ring. T.J.: What's he doing now, Kid? Malik Johnson emerges with a baseball bat. Malik Johnson re-enters the ring. Malik Johnson hits Jared Williams. Malik Johnson hits Jared Williams in the head with the baseball bat. T.J.: this is too much...We've seen enough already! Jayson Carter enters the ring. Malik Johnson gets ready to hit Williams again, but Jayson Carter grabs the bat. MALIK J. - "What the hell are you doing?" JAYSON C. - "He's beaten, let him be. Cover him and we're champions." MALIK J. - "No, he needs to pay..." JAYSON C. - "No, he doesn't." MALIK J. - "Well... I guess so. In the words of Al Pacino, 'you broke my heart..." Malik Johnson hits Jayson Carter with the baseball bat. T.J.: Whoa! Johnson hitting his own partner! Malik Johnson picks Jayson Carter up and executes the Total Vindication. Kid: He's decimating everyone here! Malik Johnson hits Jayson Carter with the baseball bat. Malik Johnson stomps on Jayson Carter. Malik Johnson exits the ring. Malik Johnson returns with a steel chair. Malik Johnson hits Jayson Carter with a steel chair. Malik Johnson stands up Jayson Carter in the cornr. Malik Johnson unfolds the chair. T.J.: Good god, someone needs to stop this! Malik Johnson gets a running start. Malik Johnson jumps off the steel chair and executes a frankensteiner onto Jayson Carter. Kid: Man, that was amazing! Jared Williams staggers to his feet. Malik Johnson grabs one of the Tag Team Title belts off the scorer's table. Malik Johnson hits Jared Williams with the belt. Malik Johnson hits Jared Williams with the Total Vindication. T.J.: Malik Johnson is cleaning house tonight. Bryce Smith jumps back into the ring. Malik Johnson hits him with a twisting DDT. Malik Johnson hits him with a steel chair. A steel chair shot by Malik Johnson onto the head of Bryce Smith. T.J.: two successive chair shots! Malik Johnson asks for a mic. MALIK J. - "You thought I wanted to be your partner again, Jay?!?! You are a fuckin' moron, as evident by the bloody mess you've been left as right there in the middle of the ring. Huh, Jayson? You wanna say I'm bitter, we'll damn right I'm bitter. I could have taken us to new heights, all you had to do was listen to me, follow my lead. Instead, you drop me for this... fuckin' bitch. (points to Jessica Martinsdale, outside the ring, looking terrified.) Well, you can have your little Future. You can have the success that you are bound to get hanging off Chris Steele's leftovers... I, however, will have the payment for ruining what I could have made our tag team into... the legacy that has been tainted in my name because I associated myself with a prick like you... Carter, your time to pay is NOW!" Malik Johnson slides out of the ring. He walks over to Jessica Martinsdale. Jessica Martinsdale grabs the other Tag Team Title belt and hits Malik Johnson with it. Malik Johnson just smiles. His eyes full of a crazed look. T.J.: he's lost it! Help that poor girl, somebody! Malik Johnson grabs Jessica Martinsdale by the throat. Malik Johnson yells, "You're gonna pay!" Malik Johnson executes the Total Vindication on Jessia Martinsdale. Jessica Martinsdale is out cold. T.J.: SOMEBODY STOP THIS!!! Rich T. Boy and Kevin Williams come running out from the back. Malik Johnson slings Jessica Martinsdale over his shoulder. Malik Johnson escapes through the crowd. Kevin and Rich check on the fallen Frat and Carter. Rich T. Boy goes after Malik Johnson. EMT's rush down the rampway. T.J.: My god...I thought tonight would be bad, considering the circumstances with UltraSlam but this is just horrible! EMT's attend to Jayson Carter, Jared Williams, and Bryce Smith. Jayson Carter sits up. Kevin Williams tells him what happened to Jessica. Rich T. Boy comes walking back and tells Carter that he lost Johnson. Jayson Carter is infuriated. Jayson Carter stands up and runs to the backstage. Kid: Carter not wasting anytime, he wants Johnson. The Binstock-Tron turns on. There stands a silhouette of a man. Voice: Greetings SFWL dwellers. It is I...the EXTREME MACHINE! T.J.: WHAT?!? Kid: Its the Extreme Machine! I miss this guy! "Freak on a Leash" by Korn starts to play. The Extreme Machine logo goes flying across the Binstock-tron. (Out comes a man dressed in a dark red cape, mask, and wrestling singlet with the Extreme Machine logo printed on the back of the cape and on front of the wrestling singlet. The Extreme Machine stands at the top of the entrance ramp, both hands on his hips as he stares out at the crowd who is giving him a very mixed reaction.) Kid: Dum Dee Dum Dum! Its the Extreme Machine! (The Extreme Machine signals for the music to be cut. the remaining members in the ring look out with a puzzled expressions on their faces. Extreme Machine is handed a mic.) T.J.: Who gave him a mic? Extreme Machine: Fear not, for the Righteous of Justiceness, the Keeper of the Peace, the Vindicator of...Vindication has RETURNED to the Super Fantasy Wrestling League! Kid: I got one! The Sultan of Super Heroes! T.J.: Or the Sultan of Stupidity! Extreme Machine: How low has the SFWL gone since my extended absence. To give such a pretigious title over to two beer-drinking college partiers? The members of the Future look upset. This was not a good time for this display. Extreme Machine: Oh no, evil binge drinkers, the Extreme Machine will go quietly in the night as this, this travesty occurs before our very eyes. To see such commanding and pretigious titles like the Tag Titles get tarnished as two very unfit rolemodels teach our kids to do bad things. What mother would want their kid to turn into Bryce Williams? A drunk who hasn't spoken an intellectual word since he entered my fabulous league! I am here not to only take out such injustices like The Frat, but to drive away all evil doers in the SFWL. T.J.: He's joking right? This is some sick, sick joke. Kid: No way! The Extreme Machine is here to regain order in the SFWL! Extreme Machine: Memphis Tennesse, isn't it time for something exciting? Isn't it time for something a little entergetic? Isn't it time for something a little bit...Extreme?!? T.J.: Isn't it time for a commercial break? Who is that guy anyways? Extreme Machine: Well, where ever there's a law broken, where ever there's a damsel in distress, where ever there's a miscarriage of justice, the Extreme Machine will be there. For you see, deap within our beings, there's a little Extreme Machine inside all of us! The Extreme Machine pulls his cape over his face. "Freak on a Leash" plays again. T.J.: Ok...So...Great. The Extreme Machine is back. Kid: I'm glad to see you've finally warmed up to the idea. They lock up. Sabre hits Wolf with a low blow. Sabre hits a piledriver on Wolf. The crowd is cheering on Sabre. Sabre nails Wolf with a dragon screw. Sabre hits Wolf. Sabre kicks Wolf. Sabre goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Wolf counters it with a punch. Wolf leaves the ring. He returns with a chair. Wolf sets up the chair. Wolf hits a DDT onto the chair on Sabre. The crowd is booing Wolf. Wolf throws Sabre out of the ring. Wolf goes through the ropes. They're brawling inside the ring area. Wolf throws Sabre over the guardrail. Wolf uses an elbowsmash on Sabre. Wolf is handed brass knuckles. Wolf takes a swing at Sabre with the knuckles, but he gets out of the way. Sabre snatches the knuckles from him. Sabre hits him with the knuckles. A small "Sabre" chant is being started. They're brawling behind the guardrail. Sabre hits Wolf with a knee to the back. Sabre mocks the crowd. A small "Sabre" chant is being started. They're brawling behind the guardrail. Sabre throws Wolf over the guardrail. Sabre whips Wolf into the guardrail. They're brawling inside the ring area. Sabre throws Wolf over the guardrail. They're brawling behind the guardrail. Sabre hits a knee to the back on Wolf. Sabre is going for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, kickout. They're brawling behind the guardrail. Sabre locks Wolf in a single-leg takedown into a leglock. Wolf is struggling to get out of the hold. Wolf tries to fight the pain. Sabre lets go after 26 seconds. They're brawling down the aisle. Sabre catches Wolf in a single-leg takedown into a leglock. Wolf is close to escaping the hold. Sabre lets go after 14 seconds. They're brawling up the aisle. Sabre hits Wolf with a double underhook suplex. Sabre is handed a keyboard. Sabre takes a swing at Wolf with the keyboard, but he gets out of the way. Wolf snatches the keyboard from him. Wolf hits him with the keyboard. Wolf is being booed like there is no tomorrow. Wolf is going for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, kickout. Wolf complains about a slow count. Wolf whips Sabre into the guardrail. Wolf spits on his opponent. Wolf is being booed like there is no tomorrow. They're brawling behind the guardrail. Sabre whips Wolf into the guardrail. They're brawling behind the guardrail. Wolf hits a belly-to-back suplex on Sabre. They're brawling behind the guardrail. Sabre hits a kneebreaker on Wolf. Sabre is handed a road sign. Sabre hits him with the road sign. The crowd is giving Sabre a standing ovation. Sabre is going for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... kickout. They're brawling down the aisle. They're brawling in mid-arena. Wolf executes the Devastator on Sabre on the concrete floor. Wolf is being booed like there is no tomorrow. Wolf further incites the crowd. Wolf goes for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. They're brawling in mid-arena. Sabre gives him an elbowsmash, but Wolf only stares at him. Sabre uses a snap suplex on Wolf. They're brawling down the aisle. Sabre takes a swing at Wolf with the road sign, but he gets out of the way. Wolf snatches the road sign from him. Wolf hits him with the road sign. Wolf further incites the crowd. They're brawling up the arena stairway. Wolf nails Sabre with a low blow. Wolf is handed a baseball bat. Wolf hits him with the baseball bat. Wolf further incites the crowd. They're brawling on the first floor. Wolf takes a running start and springs off the chair. Wolf nails Sabre with an enzuigiri. Wolf spits on his opponent. Wolf further incites the crowd. Wolf goes for the Devastator, but Sabre blocks it. Wolf spits on his opponent. Wolf is being booed like there is no tomorrow. They're brawling on the first floor. Sabre grabs the baseball bat from him. Sabre hits him with the baseball bat. Sabre knocks Wolf into the stairway. The crowd is giving Sabre a standing ovation. They're brawling on the first floor. Sabre knocks Wolf into the stairway. Sabre hits him with the baseball bat. The crowd is giving Sabre a standing ovation. Sabre hits him with a baseball bat. They're brawling on the first floor. Wolf goes for an enzuigiri, but Sabre ducks out of the way. They're brawling on the first floor. Wolf nails Sabre with an elbowsmash. They're brawling on the first floor. Wolf goes for a jack-knife power bomb, but Sabre blocks it. JTG comes from behind and distracts Sabre. They're brawling on the first floor. Sabre takes Wolf down with a low blow. Sabre knocks Wolf into the stairway. Sabre takes Wolf down with a low blow. Sabre knocks Wolf into the stairway. They're brawling up the arena stairway. Sabre hits him with the baseball bat. The crowd is going into a frenzy. Sabre hits him with a baseball bat. Sabre hits Wolf with a high knee. Sabre hits him with a baseball bat. Sabre goes for a kneedrop, but Wolf rolls out of the way. Wolf further incites the crowd. They're brawling on the second floor. Wolf goes for a DDT, but Sabre counters it with a small package. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. Sabre hits him with the baseball bat. They're brawling on the second floor. Sabre hits an armbar takedown on Wolf. JTG comes from behind and distracts Sabre. JTG comes from behind, but Sabre nails JTG. Wolf is handed the baseball bat. Wolf hits him with the baseball bat. Wolf further incites the crowd. They're brawling on the second floor. Wolf takes Sabre down with an enzuigiri. Wolf is being booed like there is no tomorrow. Wolf nails Sabre with a moonsault. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... kickout. JTG comes from behind and distracts Sabre. Wolf goes for a backbreaker, but Sabre blocks it. JTG comes from behind and distracts Sabre. They're brawling down the stairway. Wolf is handed the baseball bat. Wolf hits him with the baseball bat. Wolf is being booed like there is no tomorrow. They're brawling up the arena stairway. JTG comes from behind and distracts Sabre. Wolf hits him with the baseball bat. Wolf is being booed like there is no tomorrow. They're brawling on the second floor. Wolf is handed a baseball bat. Wolf hits him with the baseball bat. Wolf hits him with a baseball bat. Wolf spits on his opponent. Wolf is being booed like there is no tomorrow. Wolf is handed a road sign. Wolf hits him with the road sign. Wolf is being booed like there is no tomorrow. They're brawling on the second floor. They're brawling on the second floor. Wolf goes for a jack-knife power bomb, but Sabre blocks it. They're brawling on the second floor. They're brawling on the second floor. Sabre hits a dropkick on Wolf. They're brawling on the second floor. Sabre is handed a keyboard. Sabre hits him with the keyboard. The crowd is going into a frenzy. They're brawling down the stairway. Sabre mocks the crowd. The crowd erupts. Sabre hits him with a keyboard. They're brawling up the arena stairway. Sabre hits him with the keyboard. The crowd is giving Sabre a standing ovation. They're brawling down the stairway. Sabre gets a half Boston on Wolf. Wolf breaks the hold after 7 seconds. JTG comes from behind, but Sabre nails JTG. They're brawling on the first floor. Wolf goes for a double arm DDT, but Sabre blocks it. Sabre hits him with a keyboard. They're brawling on the first floor. Sabre nails Wolf with a dropkick. Sabre hits him with the keyboard. The crowd is going into a frenzy. Sabre is going for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. They're brawling on the first floor. Wolf hits a superkick on Sabre. They're brawling on the first floor. Sabre knocks Wolf into the stairway. They're brawling down the stairway. Sabre gives him a dropkick, but Wolf doesn't budge. Wolf nails Sabre with a backbreaker. Numerous fans are using Wolf for target practice. Wolf is handed brass knuckles. Wolf hits him with the knuckles. Numerous fans are using Wolf for target practice. Wolf takes a running start and springs off the chair. Wolf executes an enzuigiri on Sabre. Wolf sets up a table. Wolf gets the STF on Sabre. Sabre is valiantly trying to break the hold. Wolf lets go after 15 seconds. They're brawling up the arena stairway. Wolf knocks Sabre into the stairway. They're brawling on the first floor. Sabre takes Wolf down with a backbreaker. Sabre is handed a baseball bat. Sabre hits him with the baseball bat. They're brawling down the stairway. They're brawling up the arena stairway. Sabre hits a Northern Lights suplex on Wolf. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. Sabre hits him with the baseball bat. The crowd is giving Sabre a standing ovation. Sabre executes an elbowsmash on Wolf. They're brawling down the stairway. They're brawling up the arena stairway. They're brawling on the first floor. Sabre executes an armbar takedown on Wolf. Sabre knocks Wolf into the stairway. Sabre hits Wolf with a snap suplex. The crowd erupts. They're brawling up the arena stairway. They're brawling on the second floor. They're brawling on the second floor. Sabre executes a high knee on Wolf. JTG comes from behind, but Sabre nails JTG. They're brawling on the second floor. Sabre hits Wolf with a backbreaker. They're brawling on the second floor. They're brawling down the stairway. JTG comes from behind, but Sabre nails JTG. They're brawling on the first floor. Wolf nails Sabre with a backbreaker. Wolf knocks Sabre into the stairway. They're brawling on the first floor. Wolf throws Sabre down to the first floor. Wolf is being booed out of the building. Wolf descends the stairs. Wolf locks Sabre in the STF. Wolf lets go after 14 seconds. Wolf takes Sabre down with a Northern Lights bomb. Ringside is quickly filling up with debris. Wolf spits on his opponent. Ringside is quickly filling up with debris. Wolf is handed brass knuckles. Wolf hits him with the knuckles. Ringside is quickly filling up with debris. Wolf goes for a cobra clutch, but Sabre counters it with an armdrag takedown. They're brawling up the arena stairway. They're brawling down the stairway. They're brawling up the aisle. Sabre goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Wolf counters it with a punch. Sabre re-reverses it. Sabre executes an elbowsmash on Wolf. They're brawling down the aisle. Sabre is handed a fire extinguisher. Sabre hits him with the fire extinguisher. The crowd is giving Sabre a standing ovation. Sabre hits him with the fire extinguisher. They're brawling in the back of the arena. Sabre catches Wolf in a single-leg takedown into a leglock. Wolf is valiantly trying to break the hold. Wolf breaks the hold after 16 seconds. Wolf knocks Sabre into the stairway. The decibel level in the building is unbelievable. Wolf is handed a keyboard. Wolf hits him with the keyboard. A few fans are trying to get a shot in. Wolf hits him with a keyboard. They're brawling up the arena stairway. JTG comes from behind, but Sabre nails JTG. Wolf gets a choke sleeper on Sabre. Sabre is valiantly trying to break the hold. Sabre breaks the hold with a facerake after 10 seconds. They're brawling on the first floor. Sabre is handed a baseball bat. Sabre hits him with the baseball bat. They're brawling up the arena stairway. Sabre hits a fisherman buster on Wolf. JTG comes from behind, but Sabre nails JTG. Wolf is going for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. They're brawling down the stairway. They're brawling down the stairway. JTG comes from behind and distracts Sabre. They're brawling in the back of the arena. They're brawling in the back of the arena. Wolf nails Sabre with a short lariat. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... kickout. Wolf puts Sabre in a cobra clutch. Sabre is valiantly trying to break the hold. Wolf lets go after 12 seconds. Wolf takes Sabre down with a moonsault. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. They're brawling in the back of the arena. They're brawling in the back of the arena. They're brawling in the back of the arena. JTG comes from behind and distracts Sabre. Wolf is handed a frying pan. Wolf hits him with the frying pan. A few fans are trying to get a shot in. They're brawling up the arena stairway. Wolf goes for the Devastator, but Sabre blocks it. Wolf hits him with a frying pan. They're brawling on the first floor. Wolf hits a Northern Lights bomb on Sabre. A few fans are trying to get a shot in. Wolf is handed a fire extinguisher. Wolf hits him with the fire extinguisher. Wolf is being booed out of the building. Wolf takes Sabre down with a low blow. Wolf executes a DDT on Sabre. They're brawling down the stairway. Wolf goes for a backspin DDT, but Sabre blocks it. Sabre sets up a table. They're brawling up the arena stairway. Sabre knocks Wolf into the stairway. The crowd is on its feet cheering for Sabre. They're brawling on the first floor. They're brawling on the first floor. Sabre takes Wolf down with a knee to the back. Sabre is handed a keyboard. Sabre hits him with the keyboard. They're brawling on the first floor. Sabre hits him with a keyboard. The keyboard is broken in half. They're brawling up the arena stairway. Sabre takes Wolf down with a piledriver. Sabre is going for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... kickout. JTG comes from behind and distracts Sabre. Wolf is going for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. They're brawling on the second floor. Wolf is handed the ring bell. Wolf hits him with the ring bell. The decibel level in the building is unbelievable. Wolf rams him into the ring bell. Wolf goes for a jack-knife power bomb, but Sabre counters it with a small package. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. They're brawling on the second floor. Sabre hits an armbar takedown on Wolf. The crowd is going into a frenzy. Sabre is handed a keyboard. Sabre hits him with the keyboard. The crowd is giving Sabre a standing ovation. Sabre uses a Russian legsweep on Wolf. The crowd is giving Sabre a standing ovation. JTG comes from behind, but Sabre nails JTG. They're brawling on the second floor. Wolf uses an enzuigiri on Sabre. Wolf is handed a frying pan. Wolf hits him with the frying pan. The decibel level in the building is unbelievable. Wolf executes a backspin DDT on Sabre. The decibel level in the building is unbelievable. Wolf spits on his opponent. A few fans are trying to get a shot in. Wolf goes for the Devastator, but Sabre blocks it. They're brawling down the stairway. Wolf goes for a figure-four leglock, but Sabre kicks him off. Sabre goes for a backdrop, but Wolf blocks it. Wolf knocks Sabre into the stairway. Wolf is being booed out of the building. Wolf executes an enzuigiri on Sabre. They're brawling on the first floor. They're brawling down the stairway. They're brawling up the arena stairway. They're brawling down the stairway. Wolf is handed brass knuckles. Wolf hits him with the knuckles. A few fans are trying to get a shot in. They're brawling in the back of the arena. Sabre goes for a backbreaker, but Wolf counters it with a facerake. Wolf hits him with the knuckles. Wolf is going for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. Wolf locks Sabre in the STF. Sabre is writhing in pain. Tim White checks Sabre's arm. He lifts it... it falls. He lifts it... it stays up ! Sabre fights his way out of the hold after 26 seconds. Sabre is going for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. They're brawling in the back of the arena. Wolf goes for a Northern Lights bomb, but Sabre counters it with an elbowsmash. They're brawling up the aisle. Sabre takes Wolf down with a kneedrop. Sabre is handed a fire extinguisher. Sabre hits him with the fire extinguisher. Sabre goes for a fisherman buster, but Wolf counters it with a small package. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... kickout. They're brawling up the aisle. JTG comes from behind and distracts Sabre. Wolf whips Sabre into the guardrail. They're brawling behind the guardrail. They're brawling behind the guardrail. Sabre hits Wolf with an elbowsmash. They're brawling behind the guardrail. Sabre is handed a fire extinguisher. Sabre hits him with the fire extinguisher. The crowd erupts. They're brawling behind the guardrail. Sabre throws Wolf over the guardrail. Sabre uses an armbar takedown on Wolf. Sabre is going for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, thr... kickout. Sabre goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Wolf counters it with a punch. Wolf throws Sabre back into the ring. Wolf kicks Sabre. Security guards are restraining some fans from hitting the ring. Sabre chops Wolf. The crowd erupts. Sabre kicks Wolf. The crowd erupts. Sabre hits Wolf. The crowd is on its feet cheering for Sabre. Sabre executes the Ex-Caliber on Wolf. The crowd is giving Sabre a standing ovation. Sabre goes for the pin. Tim White counts: One, two, three. The crowd is going into a frenzy. The winner is Sabre. Time of match: 0:31:16 Kris Blasphemy and The Great Jado run in through the crowd Wolf and Sabre don't see them Kris Blasphemy catches Wolf from behind with a roundhouse kick to the head The Great Jado spears Sabre from Behind The Great Jado pulls a fork out of his boot Kris Blasphemy gives the sign for the Ghost Sledge Kris Blasphemy executes the Ghost Sledge on Wolf Wolf is out cold The Great Jado is digging the fork into Sabre's forehead The Great Jado picks up Sabre Kris Blasphemy gives the sign for the Ghost Sledge The fans are booing loudly Kris Blasphemy executes the Ghost Sledge on Sabre The Great Jado sprints over to the unconscious Wolf The Great Jado digs the fork into Wolf's forehead Wolf is busted wide open JTG rushes into the ring Shin Mebadazz runs in from the crowd JTG grabs Kris Blasphemy by the throat Shin Mebadazz slides into the ring behing JTG Shin Mebadazz taps JTG on the shoulder JTG turns around Shin Mebadazz catches JTG with a kick to the midsection Shin Mebadazz executes the Dark Morning Driver on JTG JTG is out cold Shin Mebadazz points at JTG The Great Jado straddles JTG and stabs him in the head with the fork JTG is busted open Kris Blasphemy tosses the Extreme Title into the ring Shin Mebadazz poses with the Extreme Title Shin Mebadazz throws the Extreme Title into the crowd Kris Blasphemy pulls The Great Jado off of JTG with some difficulty "Death Comes Ripping" by Cradle of Filth comes on as Shin Mebadazz and Murderer's Row leave the ring Jayson Carter is busting down doors left and right. JAYSON C. - "JOHNSON!!! MALIK, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? LITTLE FUCKIN' BITCH!!!!" Jayson Carter walks out into the parking lot. Jayson Carter looks around the lot. Malik Johnson comes from behind hits Carter with the baseball bat. Malik Johnson beats the hell out of Carter with the baseball bat. Malik Johnson looks at Carter and smiles. Malik Johnson opens the trunk and reveals a tied-up Jessica Martinsdale. Malik Johnson closes the door then walks over to Carter. He kicks him and then drops a trash can onto him. Malik Johnson gets into the car and drives off. 106 They lock up. Michael Torment goes for a European uppercut, but Rich T. Boy blocks it. Rich T. Boy takes Michael Torment down with a Japanese armdrag takedown. Rich T. Boy whips Michael Torment into the turnbuckle, but Michael Torment reverses it. Rich T. Boy comes back and rocks Michael Torment with a kick to the midsection. Rich T. Boy goes for a short clothesline, but Michael Torment ducks out of the way. Michael Torment hits Rich T. Boy with a Cradle DDT. James Beard counts: One, two, shoulder up. Michael Torment runs into the ropes. Michael Torment hits Rich T. Boy with a backspin DDT. Michael Torment is starting to get under the crowd's skin. Michael Torment is going for the pin. James Beard counts: One, two, kickout. Michael Torment complains about a slow count. Michael Torment executes a backspin DDT on Rich T. Boy. Michael Torment is starting to get under the crowd's skin. Michael Torment whips Rich T. Boy into the ropes. Michael Torment hits Rich T. Boy with an armbar takedown. Michael Torment leaves the ring. He returns with a baseball bat. Michael Torment hits him with the baseball bat. Quite a few boos are audible. Michael Torment whips Rich T. Boy into the ropes, but Rich T. Boy reverses it. Chastity Williams pulls down the top rope. Rich T. Boy jumps onto him with a flying headscissors. Rich T. Boy whips Michael Torment into the guardrail. Rich T. Boy nails Michael Torment with a short clothesline. They're brawling inside the ring area. Michael Torment whips Rich T. Boy into the guardrail. Michael Torment knocks Rich T. Boy into the ringpost. Quite a few boos are audible. Michael Torment goes for Professional Courtesy, but Rich T. Boy counters it with a front-layout suplex. Rich T. Boy whips Michael Torment into the guardrail. Rich T. Boy uses a double-arm DDT on Michael Torment. Rich T. Boy knocks Michael Torment into the ringpost. Chastity Williams comes from behind and distracts Michael Torment. Rich T. Boy nails Michael Torment with a flying senton. Chastity Williams comes from behind and distracts Michael Torment. Rich T. Boy whips Michael Torment into the guardrail. Rich T. Boy goes for a short clothesline, but Michael Torment counters it with a hiptoss. Michael Torment whips Rich T. Boy into the guardrail. Michael Torment nails Rich T. Boy with a chop. Michael Torment throws Rich T. Boy back into the ring. Michael Torment hits Rich T. Boy. Michael Torment is starting to get under the crowd's skin. Michael Torment punches Rich T. Boy. Quite a few boos are audible. Michael Torment goes for a forearm smash, but Rich T. Boy blocks it. Rich T. Boy hits a backspin DDT on Michael Torment. Rich T. Boy is getting a good reaction from the crowd. Rich T. Boy punches Michael Torment. The crowd is cheering on Rich T. Boy. Rich T. Boy punches Michael Torment. Rich T. Boy is getting a good reaction from the crowd. Rich T. Boy hits Michael Torment with a cartwheel kick. Rich T. Boy leaves the ring. He returns with a chair. Rich T. Boy runs into the ropes and springs off the chair. Rich T. Boy executes a spin kick on Michael Torment. Rich T. Boy nails Michael Torment with a crucifix. James Beard counts: One, two, kickout. Rich T. Boy hits a flying dropkick on Michael Torment. Michael Torment begs off. Rich T. Boy hits Michael Torment with a flying senton. James Beard counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. Rich T. Boy whips Michael Torment into the ropes. Michael Torment goes for a backspin DDT, but Rich T. Boy blocks it. Rich T. Boy hits a Japanese armdrag takedown on Michael Torment. Rich T. Boy takes Michael Torment down with a side suplex. Rich T. Boy places Michael Torment on the turnbuckle. Rich T. Boy executes the Rich T. Bomb on Michael Torment. Rich T. Boy goes for the pin. James Beard counts: One, two, thr... kickout. Rich T. Boy hits Michael Torment with a backspin DDT. A small "Rich T. Boy" chant is being started. Rich T. Boy is going for the pin. James Beard counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up. James Beard removes the chair from the ring. Rich T. Boy hits Michael Torment with a back suplex. Rich T. Boy executes a flying dropkick on Michael Torment. Rich T. Boy puts Michael Torment in a figure-four leglock. Michael Torment is valiantly trying to break the hold. Michael Torment tries to escape the hold. Michael Torment is valiantly trying to break the hold. Michael Torment is writhing in pain. James Beard checks Michael Torment's arm. He lifts it... it falls. He lifts it... it stays up ! Michael Torment fights his way out of the hold after 27 seconds. Michael Torment executes The Professional Courtesy on Rich T. Boy. A wave of boos is going through the crowd. Michael Torment goes for the pin. James Beard counts: One, two, three. A wave of boos is going through the crowd. The winner is Michael Torment. Time of match: 0:06:31 Mike Torment walks out of the back and heads to the ring. T.J.: Mike Torment is here! This is really getting out of hand, Kid! Kid: Yeah, I know... Michael torment is watching him. Mike Torment grabs the Intercontinental Championship and slides into the ring. Mike Torment and Michael Torment stare at each other. Mike Torment hands the Intercontinental Championship to Michael Torment. T.J.: Well...That was a lot less then I had expected. Mike Torment nods and starts to leave the ring. Michael Torment nails Mike Torment in the back of the head with the Intercontinental belt. Kid: Oh, come on! Leave the man be, for all that's good! Michael Torment leaves the ring and walks up the entrance ramp. Mike Torment sits up and looks at his brother. Mike and Michael Torment stare at each other. T.J.: What a night, what a night! that's all I have to say about it. You'd better be ready for Saturday, because I've got a feeling we're going to have one hell of a war. This is F.T.J. Macky allongside the "Man at Arms"-Kid Ramon! We're saying good-bye! (end show) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Movies - coverage of the 74th Academy Awards® http://movies.yahoo.com/