["Press the Start Button" by Ludacris plays over the speakers as multicolored lights flash on the stage.]
The Mic: The opening contest for this evening is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California. Standing at 5'11" tall and weighing in at 229 pounds... KYLE SHANE!!!
[Kyle Shane walk out onto the stage, and looks around at the audience for a moment, then he slaps his face a few times as if getting himself ready. He walks down the aisle and climb in the ring, and stretches a few times to get ready. The arena goes dark and red strobe lights flash over the ring and stage and red spot lights over the crowd. Axle starts to sing "Welcome to the jungle" as C-J Dude walks out onto the stage.]
The Mic: And his opponent making his way to the ring at this time, from Newcastle, England. Standing at 6'2" tall and weighing in at 256 pounds... CJ DUDE!!!
[CJ gets a mixed reaction as he walks to the ring. He shakes hands and slaps a few fans hands. As CJ climbs the steps he takes a tin out of his pocket and removes a home rolled cigarette. As the camera zooms in we see a spliff as CJ lights up. He steppes between the ropes and mounts the turnbuckles. After saluting the crowd he puts the spliff out and removes his jacket as he backs into his corner.]
***DING***DING***DING***
[Both men circle the ring before going for a tie-up. CJ Dude grabs Kyle Shane in a side headlock, and quickly grabs his arm and spins around behind him to apply a hammerlock. Kyle Shane tries to back up under Dude's arm to reverse the hammerlock, but CJ Dude locks on another side headlock. Kyle Shane then fights hiw way out of the headlock by lifting the arm, and he pulls it back into a hammerlock of his own, but CJ Dude tries backing up as well. Kyle Shane moves it into a side headlock, but CJ Dude backs him up against the ropes and sends him running across the ring. In return, Kyle Shane sends CJ Dude down to the canvas with a shoulderblock. Looking down with a sense of satisfaction, Kyle Shane runs and hits the ropes again. As he returns, CJ Dude rolls over onto his stomach forcing Kyle Shane to jump over him. Kyle Shane off the ropes again as CJ Dude gets up to his feet and jumps up into the air kicking his feet to one side forcing Kyle Shane to duck and keep running underneath him. Kyle Shane bounces off the ropes again, and this time is met with a dropkick that sends him down to the canvas grabbing at his face. CJ Dude tries to capitalize and grabs Kyle Shane in a headlock, but Kyle Shane backs him up into the ropes and sends him flying to the other side of the ring with momentum as Kyle Shane falls down in the ring. CJ Dude returns and Kyle Shane is still on his stomach, CJ Dude jumps over him. CJ Dude again off the ropes and Kyle Shane meets him with a dropkick. Kyle Shane lifts CJ Dude up off of the canvas and sends him hard into the far turnbuckles chest first. CJ Dude staggers out backwards holding his ribs to nearly midring when he lets out one last puff of air and falls straight down to the canvas with a belly flop. Kyle Shane lifts up CJ Dude's legs and puts one on each side of him before grabbing CJ Dude around the waist. Kyle Shane lifts CJ Dude up with a wheelbarrow suplex before bringing him down to the canvas with a modified neckbreaker.]
JR: Kyle Shane with a Reset Button on CJ Dude and a cover!!!
1...
2...
[CJ Dude gets his shoulder up.]
B: Looks like CJ, the "Cartridge Junk" Dude still needs a little more cleaning.
JR: Cartidge Junk? Needing cleaning? You better not be talking about what I think you are.
B: I hate to say this Jimmy, but out of the two of us, I'm not the one thinking about 'man-junk'.
[Kyle Shane lifts CJ Dude up off of the canvas and backs him up into the ropes. Kyle Shane then goes to send CJ Dude across the ring, but CJ reverses sending Kyle Shane instead. In return, CJ Dude goes for a clothesline, but Kyle Shane ducks underneath it and stops behind CJ Dude. As CJ Dude turns around, Kyle Shane lifts CJ Dude up off of the canvas and gives him an inverted atomic drop that shakes loose a stash of 'something' from inside Dude's tights as it falls to the ring.]
B: Now thats the junk I was talking about.
[Jimmy just shakes his head as Kyle Shane runs and hits the ropes. The referee quickly steps in and kicks the 'unknown' package out of the ring, before stepping out of the way of Kyle Shane as he returns with a flying forearm that sends CJ Dude backfirst to the canvas. Kyle Shane goes for a cover.]
1...
2...
[Kickout by CJ Dude. Kyle Shane lifts CJ Dude up off of the canvas and pulls him into a corner by the back of his neck, slamming CJ headfirst into the top turnbuckle so hard that he staggers the ropes all the way to the next set of turnbuckles. Kyle Shane grabs CJ Dude by the arm and tries to send him into the far turnbuckles, but CJ Dude reverses it sending Kyle Shane instead. Kyle Shane, upon reaching the far turnbuckles, grabs the top rope on each side and jumps onto the middle turnbuckle as CJ Dude closes in behind him. Kyle Shane feint jumps, and CJ Dude looks up not realizing he just got tricked when Kyle Shane quickly jumps over his back latching on with a sunset flip. Kyle Shane fails to take CJ Dude down immediately, and with his feet he tries to hook CJ Dude's arms and pull him on over, but CJ Dude grabs one of Kyle Shane's feet and sits down.]
JR: CJ Dude counters with a cradle for a cover!!
1...
2...
[Kyle Shane wiggles free just before the three count. Both men get up to their feet and Kyle Shane comes at CJ Dude with a clothesline, and CJ Dude counters it into a crucifix that pulls Kyle Shane over backwards into another pin.]
1...
2...
[Kyle Shane just manages to get his arm free and get his shoulder up before the count of three. Both men again rise back up to their feet and Kyle Shane reaches out trying to get his hands on CJ Dude as Dude comes around with a hard right to Kyle Shane's jaw bone that sends him staggering back into the corner. CJ Dude grabs Kyle Shane's arm and sends him into the far turnbuckles, where Kyle Shane lowers his shoulders and grabs the middle rope on each side, flipping himself up and over the top turnbuckle onto the apron. CJ Dude comes over trying to grab him to suplex him back into the ring, but Kyle Shane lowers his shoulder between the top two ropes connecting with CJ Dude's midsection. Kyle Shane then drops down and using the bottom rope, catapults himself between CJ Dude's legs before CJ can react. Kyle Shane gets back up to his feet quickly as CJ Dude turns around. Kyle Shane goes for a kick to CJ Dude's midsection, but CJ Dude catches it and kicks Kyle Shane's other foot out from underneath him to trip him down to the mat. CJ Dude then lays a series of kicks down into Kyle Shane's midsection knocking out the last remaining wind he could possibly have in his reserves. Once finished, CJ Dude climbs the turnbuckles to the top and performs a shooting star press. But as he jumps up, Kyle Shane gets up to his feet as well, and as CJ Dude makes his way down to the canvas, Kyle Shane grabs him and drives him into the canvas with an X-Factor before rolling him over for a pin attempt.
JR: Brilliant counter by Kyle Shane!!! Cover...
1...
2...
3!!!
***DING***DING***DING***
["Press The Start Button" by Ludacris hits the speakers.]
The Mic: Here is your winner... KYLE SHANE!!!
JR: I'm simply in a loss for words over what I just saw.
B: I'm not. That was a great counter by Kyle Shane using his AABBUpUpDownDownSelectStart, and just like their entrance music says when they come down to the ring, it's all over once they hit the Start button.
JR: So what happens if they don't insert the code properly?
B: Jimmy, its just like entering a combo in mortal kombat; you do it till you get it right, and try not to get your butt kicked between tries.
*Spiral is backstage getting ready for his upcoming match. He starts lacing up his boots, but just then Chicken Charlie is seen behind Spral with a 2x4 in his hand.*
B: Spiral looks prepared for his upcoming title shot... But wait! Chicken Charlie looks like he is going to change that!
*Chicken takes the 2x4 and holds it way over his head before clobbering Spiral square in the back. Spiral doubles over just from the sheer impact. Chicken hits Spiral a few more times with the wooden board and stomps him a few times for good measure. With Spiral semi-conscious on the floor, Chicken calmly walks away.*
JR: Spiral is now incapacitated for his upcoming United Championship match! Will he be revived in time to start the match?
B: He'll have to be, it's about to get started in a few moments!
Announcer: The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the United championship! Introducing first, the United champion, being accompanied by his partne Kyle Shane, HIRO SASUKE!!
Yeah, press the start button
Tell these hoes to press the start button
Punch in your code and press the start button
And let the motherfuckin' games begin bitch!
("Just Press the Start Button" by Ludacris plays over the speakers as multicolored lights flash on the stage. Kyle Shane and Hiro Sasuke, with Hiro carrying the United title belt as they walk out onto the stage, and then they look at each other in unison, and when they look back to the crowd they flash a grin and a thumbs up. They walk down the aisle and climb in the ring, and when they get in they talk strategy, and then they slap hands in a high five.)
JR: Hiro brought Kyle along! That's not fair!
B: Oh please, they're all rolling with crews, the Beastly Squad, the KOC, Hiro probably just wanted someone to have his back.
JR: Well, I'm not even sure if Spiral will be able to make it out here for this match after the attack of Chicken Charlie.
Announcer: And his first opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Chicken Charlie, CROCODILE!!
(The infamous “Chicken Dance” plays in the arena as Chicken Charlie and Crocodile enter through the curtain. Chicken Charlie hops and flaps his wings to the tune of the song. A few fans are seen dancing to the music, but most are just laughing. Crocodile makes his way to the ring, focused on the match at hand, not seeming to notice the cheesy music. Chicken slaps a few hands of the crowd before entering the ring himself.)
JR: Charlie looks pleased with himself for taking out Spiral.
(Croc tells the ref to ring the bell, and Hiro and Croc start circling each other, as the ref tells them to wait for Spiral, but after a moment nothing happens. He goes to start the match. But suddenly, a haunting, slow instrumental intro begins to play, pianos accompanied by strings, on the screen is a red pentragam, burning bright red and it's glow pulsing like a heartbeat, and then the first notes of "Tragic Kingdom" by Cradle of Filth play over the speakers. The big screen begins showing clips of Spiral's matches and his dominating performances. Spiral comes walking out onto the stage. He makes a rising motion with his hands, and then a string of flames shoots up behind and on either side of him as he tosses his head back, taking glory in the flickering flame. Spiral steps down and he makes his way down to the ring. Chicken Charlie watches from the ring, frantically backing up with an "Oh shit" expression on his face.)
JR: Charlie seems to have really angered Spiral now!
(Charlie goes towards Spiral, but Spiral annihilates him with a clothesline. Spiral charges into the ring and clotheslines both Hiro and Croc. Hiro goes to his feet, but he is flung high overhead with a back body drop. Crocodile gets to his feet, only to be planted with a scoop slam, and then a vicious elbow drop across the throat. Spiral lifts Croc up to his feet and whips him into the corner, following it up with a large corner splash. Croc stumbles to his knees out of the corner. Spiral turns his attention to Hiro, who assaults him with a few right hands, and Spiral takes him down with a harsh headbutt. Hiro drops limply to the mat, and Spiral lets out an enraged yell. He lifts Hiro up and places him in a torture rack, digging Hiro's ribs in deep. Hiro yells in pain. After a moment of refusing to release the hold, Spiral simply throws Hiro to the mat chest and face first. Croc is getting to his feet, and he eats a heavy right hand from Spiral, backing him up to the ropes, but Croc rakes Spiral's eyes. Spiral stumbles away. Croc comes running at him, looking for a clothesline, but Spiral catches him and plants Croc into the mat with a wicked spinebuster.)
JR: Spiral is asserting his domination in this match so far!
B: But that beating he took from Charlie also had to take a toll. Plus, he's in the ring with two world-class athletes.
JR: Still, it's going to take everything they have to keep the big man down in this state of mind.
(Spiral lifts Hiro up to his feet and whips him into the corner. Spiral goes looking for a corner clothesline, but Hiro pulls himself up to the top rope, and then he locks his hands around Spiral's throat as he twists around to Spiral's back, and attempts to fall to his back with a double knee backbreaker. Spiral is pulled off his feet onto Hiro's knees. Hiro climbs to his feet and motions for Spiral to get up. He bounces off of the ropes and immediately ducks a clothesline attempt by Spiral, before bouncing off the ropes on the other side of the ring and running straight into a shoulderblock from Spiral that sends him down backfirst to the canvas. Hiro then rolls outside of the ring and down onto the floor. Spiral stands at the ropes looking down at Hiro, mouthing some things in his direction. Crocodile clubs Spiral over the back. Croc begins working Spiral over with punches and clubs. After a few moments, Hiro gets back up to his feet and slides back into the ring. Spiral attempts to elbow Croc off. Hiro kicks Spiral in the midsection bending him over, and then plants punch after punch against Spiral's head backing him up to the middle of the ring. Hiro then chops Spiral in the chest before running like hell back into the ropes to come back with an abundance of momentum only to be taken to the canvas with a back elbow. Spiral elbows Croc, but is taken by a boot to the midsection. Finally, Croc is able to take Spiral down with a swinging neckbreaker. He goes for a cover.)
One... Hiro breaks it up by diving on Croc.
(Hiro and Croc start arguing for a second, and get into a shoving match. Hiro slaps Croc. Croc hauls off and plants a right hand on Hiro. The two start exchanging rights for a second, but then Spiral starts to stir. They both dogpile on him and begin clubbing him down.)
JR: Despite their differences Hiro and Croc separately barely have enough power to match Spiral.
(Hiro and Croc take Spiral down with a double snap suplex. Hiro shoots to his feet, bragging to the crowd. He then runs and hits a rolling thunder senton across the chest of Spiral. He flashes a thumbs up to Kyle, who returns the favor. Croc shrugs him off and begins booting Spiral. Croc lifts Spiral up and applies a rear chinlock. Spiral's arms start shaking with effort as he begins pulling himself up, and then he elbows Croc over and over again until he releases the hold, then takes Croc over with a vertical suplex. He goes for the pin...)
One.. Hiro breaks up the pin.
JR: The ever opportunistic Overlord is picking the right moment to strike.
(Spiral looks up at the referee and gets a well placed kick straight to the temple. Hiro grabs Spiral by the arm and applies the armwringer. Spiral, in his haze reverses the move and bends Hiro's arm so he kneels against the canvas. Hiro rolls forward reversing the armwringer and forcing Spiral into the ropes for an irish whip. Spiral comes bouncing back and hits him with a shoulder block. Croc comes from the side and hits Spiral with a side russian leg sweep. He pulls Spiral up and applies a side headlock. Hiro gets back up and sees this and grins. He comes up from behind Croc, slaps him in the back of the head and applies his own side headlock on Crocodile. Hiro leads the submission chain around like a conga line much to the amusement of the crowd. The referee asks Spiral if he wants to quit, he yells no, so the referee goes to Croc for an answer, he also yells no. Spiral breaks free from the headlock, bounces into the ropes and hits Hiro with a hard clothesline, knocking over Crocodile in the process as well. Spiral scoops up Hiro and slams him down with a sidewalk slam. He drags him up and vertical suplex lifts him up. He holds him there for a moment and drops him down again. Croc drags up Hiro and sends him over with a vertical suplex of his own. Spiral tilts his head and looks at him like with a challenging expression and lifts up Hiro driving him down with a powerslam. Croc smiles as he bounces into the ropes and drives a knee across Hiro's chest giving a bit of flourish move with his arms after.)
JR: And now both Croc and Spiral are going to town on the United champion!
(Spiral turns on Croc with a boot to the gut. Spiral begins viciously clubbing Croc over the back, taking him down to his knees. Spiral lifts Croc up and plants him with impact into the mat with a ring shaking reverse crucifix powerbomb. Spiral waits for Hiro to get up, and Spiral boots Hiro in the gut and gives Hiro a second reverse crucifix powerbomb on top of Crocodile. Spiral then whips Hiro into the corner and nearly decapitates him with a big boot that leaves Hiro barely able to stand. Spiral then lifts Hiro up and takes him down with a running powerslam in the middle of the ring, and he pins Hiro.)
JR: Two versions of the Chaos Moon and a cover.
One...
Two... Croc breaks it up.
(Croc lifts Spiral up, clubbing his back viciously, but Spiral fights back with an uppercut to the throat. As Spiral runs back to the ropes, his foot is caught by Chicken Charlie. A menacing Spiral turns around and snarls a loud threat on Charlie's life. Charlie cowers away in fear of Spiral. Spiral turns around, and is met by a standing dropkick from Croc that makes him stumble back into the ropes. Croc climbs onto the apron as Spiral is against the ropes, and Croc grab's Spiral's head and pulls him down, by the back of the neck first, across the top rope. Spiral falls away, holding his neck. Croc climbs back into the ring and begins stomping on Spiral's neck. Croc applies a neck vise submission, and when Spiral refuses to give up, and even, seems to be enjoying the pain, Croc lets one hand go so that he can pound on Spiral with punches before twisting the move again. Spiral begins fighting his way to his feet. He begins punching his way free of the submission, but Croc rakes his eyes. Croc boots Spiral in the stomach and runs off the ropes, hitting a knee lift to the temple that takes the big man down. Hiro finally makes it to his feet, only to be levelled once again by a spinning heel kick from Croc. Croc looks from Spiral to Hiro and back again, and then he walks over to the turnbuckle, positioning himself as he looks down, and he flies off with a 450 splash across Hiro's chest.)
JR: Croc has both men right where he wants them, neither is in any position to answer this!
One...
Two... Kickout.
(Croc lifts Hiro up, applying an abdominal stretch. Hiro yells and thrashes his arm, but he can't go anywhere. Croc releases an arm so that he can pound on Hiro's stretched midsection. He tightens the hold again. Hiro reaches out for the ropes. Croc struggles with the hold, and finally Hiro is able to flip him off. Before Hiro can get back to his feet completely, Croc clubs him again. Croc lifts Hiro up, whipping him into the ropes. As Hiro comes back Croc takes him down with a snap powerslam. Croc drops an elbow across the chest of Hiro, then goes for a cover.)
One...
Two... Spiral breaks up the pin.
(Spiral hits Croc with several right hands, backing him up to the ropes. Croc then rakes Spiral's eyes, and runs off the ropes, but Spiral catches him up on his shoulders. Spiral walks around the ring with Croc on his shoulders, and Hiro gets to his feet, running behind Spiral and attempting to jump him from behind, but Spiral is able to twist and catch Hiro on his shoulders as well. In a display of great strength, Spiral walks around the ring with both men in a fireman's carry position on his shoulders before dumping them with a double Samoan drop.)
JR: Geez look at the power!
(Spiral lifts Croc up and drops him from great height with a two handed chokebomb. Hiro gets slowly to his feet, and is mauled by a running big boot that flips him inside out.)
JR: Hemlock to Hiro!
B: It's poison!
(Spiral goes to lift a limp Hiro up, but he is distracted by Kyle Shane getting on the apron. Chicken Charlie also gets on the apron. The two begin arguing as they try to push past each other, to get in the ring, and engage in a shoving match. The referee attempts to break it up, and Spiral walks over, angrily. Suddenly Hiro gives Spiral a low blow from behind while the ref is attending to Chicken Charlie and Kyle Shane. Spiral is doubled over in pain, and Hiro hits a scissor kick. Hiro then comes off the second rope with a springboard corkscrew shooting star press, into a cover, but before the ref can count Croc has broken it up. Croc throws Hiro to the outside. Croc walks over to the ropes, and comes off with a leg drop across the throat of Spiral. He covers...)
One...
Two... Hiro pulls Croc out of the ring.
(Hiro boots and clubs Croc down on the outside, and he grabs Croc's arm and whips him into the steel steps. Hiro then enters the ring, and he climbs to the top rope, flipping off and hitting a double foot stomp to the chest of Spiral. He covers...)
One...
Two... Kickout.
(Hiro lifts Spiral up, but Spiral shoves him away. Hiro immediately comes back, clubbing Spiral down. Spiral shoves him away. Hiro runs off the ropes, ducks a clothesline, runs to the opposite ropes, and ducks a big boot on the return. Hiro runs off the opposite ropes yet again, but on the bounce back he runs right into a rotating 360 side slam. Spiral drops down for a cover.)
One...
Two Kickout.
(Spiral lifts Hiro up, attempting a full nelson submission hold, but Hiro keeps throwing elbows to keep his arm free. Spiral viciously headbutts Hiro in the back of the head until he goes limp. Hiro struggles, but Spiral clamps him into a full nelson. Hiro flails his arms and tries to wiggle down and free, but he can't escape. Spiral is throwing him around like a rag doll. Hiro scrambles towards the corner while the hold is still not tight, and tries to push off the turnbuckles with his legs. Spiral won't let go, or get knocked off balance. He simply shakes Hiro around. Hiro looks like he's going to fade from existance, as Spiral starts taking him down to the mat with the full nelson still applied. He sinks to one knee. Hiro's face is bright red from the pressure and his chin in going down to his chest. Referee Dean checks Hiro, signifying if he's out cold yet but Hiro refuses to give up, holding on to consciousness. It looks as if he'll have no choice, however, as Spiral refuses to release the submission. Hiro looks out of it. Suddenly, Croc comes into the picture, taking Spiral down with a running double footed dropkick to the face. Spiral releases the hold, and Hiro limply slithers under the ropes to the outside and lays there. Croc gives Spiral a few boots while he's down. Croc waits for Spiral to get up, and then he climbs to the top rope. Spiral gets to his feet, and Croc flies off, grabbing Spiral's head and spiking it down to the mat with a tornado DDT. Croc goes for a pin.)
One...
Two...
Three... Kickout.
(Croc lifts Spiral up, and attempts to hook his arms for a Gory bomb, but Spiral pushes him off. Croc hits the ropes and hangs on. Spiral comes charging at him, but Croc sees him coming and grabs the top rope, pulling it down, as Spiral goes falling over the top rope and spills to the outside. Spiral gets to his feet, picking himself up, and Croc slingshots himself over, taking Spiral down with a suicide plancha. All three men are down on the outside. Kyle is trying to revive Hiro. The ref is checking on all three men. Croc gets to his feet, lifting Hiro up, and bouncing his head off the apron. He rolls Hiro into the ring. He applies a camel clutch on Hiro. Hiro yells in pain, and thrashes his arms.)
JR: Hiro's taken a lot of punishment in this match.
(Hiro looks like he's about to tap out. Kyle, on the outside, looks at Chicken Charlie and slaps him in the face. Charlie gets outraged, and starts chasing Kyle. Kyle slides into the ring, and then back out of it. Charlie enters the ring and is immediately stopped by the ref, who begins chewing Charlie out. Chicken Charlie is protesting, trying to explain things, but Dean won't hear any part of it. He continues lecturing Charlie. Behind his back, Kyle slithers back into the ring, as Croc still is working a lifeless Hiro over with a submission. Croc is booted in the back of the head by Kyle, who then lifts him up and plants him with a wheelbarrow suplex into a neckbreaker. Kyle pulls Hiro over Croc.)
JR: Kyle just hit the Reset Button on this whole match!!
B: I'd hardly call that fair, but hey, I guess that's in the cheat codes.
One...
Two...
Thre... Kickout.
(Hiro springs to the second rope and comes off with a springboard 630 senton. The crowd is amazed by the athleticism. Hiro doesn't waste a moment as he performs a few DDR dance moves before really breaking out with a handspin, and a breakdancing leg drop across the throat of Croc. He lays on his side, flashing a peace sign, to finish the move.)
JR: Hiro went from the Press Play to the DDR 7th Mix!
B: Damn, Croc just got served!
(Hiro pins Croc.)
One...
Two...
Three... Spiral yanks Hiro out of the ring.
(Spiral destroys Hiro with a clothesline. Chicken Charlie comes forward, but Spiral chases him away, and Charlie runs with fright. Spiral lifts Hiro up and walks him over to the announce table and throws him across it. Referee Dean tells Spiral to get back in the ring but Spiral snarls at him. The announcers scramble out of the way. He climbs up onto the table and lifts Hiro up, giving him a sitdown powerbomb across the table. The table shakes, but doesn't break. Spiral lifts Hiro back up, lifting him up and giving him a second sitdown powerbomb across the table. Hiro is laid out limply across the table. Spiral lifts Hiro up on his shoulder and walks him over to the ring, throwing him in. Spiral climbs in, and he spies Croc getting to his feet. Spiral goes for a running big boot, but Croc ducks. Croc swings for a clothesline but Spiral is able to load him up onto his shoulders and hits a torture rack into a backbreaker.)
B: Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the interruption caused by that attack on our table. We're back in business now.
JR: Wait, there's the Crown of Thorns!
(Spiral motions for Croc to get up. When he does, Spiral catches him around the throat in position for a chokeslam. Hiro gets up, and Spiral also grabs his throat, looking to chokeslam them both. Hiro and Croc both boot Spiral in the gut at the same time and take him down with a double DDT. Hiro celebrates for a second but then Croc whips him around and boots him in the gut, hitting the Croc Drop gory bomb. Kyle Shane rushes into the ring to break up the pin, but Charlie tackles Kyle from the side. The two roll out of the ring. Croc is stalking Hiro, motioning for him to get up. Hiro gets up, and Croc boots him and hits a front facelock spinning slam.)
JR: Crocodile just hit the Death Roll on Hiro!
B: You didn't have to name it, I'm sure Hiro knows it's deadly enough.
(Croc pins Hiro...)
One...
Two..
Three... Hiro gets a foot on the bottom rope.
JR: Croc was so close to being the new United champion!
(Croc gets up, right into a boot to the gut from Spiral. Spiral lifts him up, in a pumphandle position, but before he can shift around and drop him with a reverse DDT Croc slips off Spiral's shoulder behind his back, whips him around, and is able to grab his head, taking him down with a Death Roll as well. Croc rests for a moment, then he goes for a pin on Spiral.)
One...
Two...
Three... Hiro breaks it up.
(Hiro position's Croc's head and then flips over with a somersault piledriver on Croc.)
JR: Uber Pwnage!!
(Hiro pins Croc.)
One...
Two...
Three... Charlie jumps up on the apron for a distraction.
(Referee Dean tells Charlie to get down. Charlie hops down, but he and Dean argue for a moment, with Dean telling him he's this close to getting banned. Kyle gets tired of Charlie, and quickly blasts him with a superkick. Back in the ring, Hiro lifts Croc up, walking him over to the turnbuckle. He lifts Croc up to the top rope, and he climbs up after Croc, as if attempting a superplex. Croc fights Hiro off with right hands, but Hiro continues clubbing Croc for a moment, trying to get him dazed enough to perform the suplex. Finally, when it seems Croc is ready, Hiro sets himself to lift Croc off the turnbuckle, but at the same time Spiral comes from under Hiro, grabbing his legs for a powerbomb, and taking both men off the top rope with force. All three men crash to the mat in a tower of doom style move. The crowd erupts in approval.)
JR: Did you see that?!
B: All three men look to be hurt!
(Croc rolls out of the ring, holding his back. Spiral and Hiro are still laid out on the mat. Referee Dean begins checking on both of them. He starts a ten count.)
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...
Six...
Seven... Spiral is the first to his feet.
(Spiral walks over to the turnbuckle and starts ripping off the padding. Dean admonishes him at first, but Spiral snarls at him, and Dean cowers away in fright. Spiral lifts Hiro up on his shoulders in snake eyes position, looking to drop him across the exposed steel. Hiro suddenly wiggles his legs, and he twists around, dropping off Spiral's shoulder to the apron, but he grabs Spiral's head on the way down and pulls it down with force onto the exposed turnbuckle. Spiral stumbles away, holding his face. A few drops of blood come from the exposed parts of his face. Hiro climbs to the top rope. He flies off with a crossbody, taking Spiral down.)
One...
Two...
Three... Kickout.
(Hiro rest for a second. He slowly gets to his feet and he grabs Spiral, but Spiral cuts him off with an uppercut to the throat. Hiro goes falling back. Spiral gets up, his mask covered in blood. He lifts Hiro up, clubbing him viciously over the back. He goes to lift Hiro up in a pumphandle position, but Hiro is able to slip off behind him. He pushes Spiral forward, and Spiral hits the exposed turnbuckle chest first. Spiral stumbles backwards, and Hiro quickly rolls him up from behind. Dean drops down for the pin. Croc starts climbing back into the ring slowly.)
One...
Two...
Three... Croc jumps in to break it up.
(Referee Dean orders the bell rung. Croc looks on in disbelief.)
JR: What the hell just happened?
B: I thought Crocodile broke up the pin... but it appears he was just a second too late.
Announcer: Here's your winner, and still IEW United Champion... HIRO SASUKE!!
(Hiro is handed the United title and he celebrates, quickly rolling out of the ring as a frustrated Croc starts to chase him. Chicken Charlie comes up to reassure Croc, but Croc starts yelling at him, slapping him and telling him to shut up. Hiro and Kyle exit up the ramp, celebrating and holding the United title. Spiral and Crocodile both look on from the ring, enraged that Hiro pulled out a win. Hiro holds up the United title with a grin.)
JR: Hiro pulled out the win tonight, but only time will tell what will happen next time.
The Mic: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is a leather strap match! Introducing first, weighing in at 275 pounds, the IEW Wrecking Machine... WAAAAAAARPAAAAATH!!
(Strobe lights flash the entranceway. "Machinehead" by Bush hits the P.A. Pictures of Warpath back in the IEA days fade into the IEW-tron, showing Warpath giving several opponents the Silencer, nailing them with various weapons, and as the images comes faster and faster we get more recent scenes, Warpath giving Rizzo a Silencer off the top of a ladder, Warpath nailing Croc with his bat, spearing David Sanchez through a door, and as these images flash on the IEW-tron, Warpath appears from the back, carrying his bat in his hand. Fog rolls out onto the ramp, then pyros explode and Warpath walks down the ramp, carrying his bat over his shoulder. He stares down at the ring with great intensity and purpose.)
JR: Warpath looks ready to get some payback for the weeks of torment from this mysterious masked figure stalking him.
The Mic: And his opponent, he weighs in at 230 pounds... THE REEEEEEED HOOOOOOD!!
("I.A.M.H." hits the speakers and Red Hood walks out from the back. He approaches little kids that are being held up against the rails and offers to give them souvenir red hoods, which they take reluctantly as they cry to his amusement. Red Hood then stands at the foot of the ring at the aisle, staring down at Warpath from the ring.)
Brutus: It's Downfall!
JR: It's the Red Hood!
Brutus: It's Downfall!
JR: It's the Red Hood!
Brutus: Then who is the Red Hood?
JR: ...Downfall?
Brutus: AH-HAH!
JR: ...Huh. Well, you may have a point... we'll just have to wait and see.
(The Red Hood raises his arms to the crowd, mimicking Downfall's crossed-wrist X symbol. Warpath slides out of the ring and charges Red Hood, but Red Hood tries to stop Warpath with a right hand. Warpath ducks it and begins peppering Red Hood with right hands, taking him down the aisle. Warpath bounces Red Hood's face off the ring apron twice. Warpath lifts the Red Hood up with both arms in a spinebuster position, and then he runs the Red Hood forward, driving him back first into the steel ringpost.)
JR: This match hasn't officially started yet, these men aren't even tied together!
(Warpath stands over top of the Red Hood, yelling "You wanted me so bad, come on!!" Warpath stands there, motioning to his cheek for the Red Hood to hit him as the Red Hood gets to his feet. The Red Hood flings a right hand, but Warpath's head just snaps to the side. Warpath fires back with a right of his own, dropping the Red Hood. He lifts the Red Hood up in a press slam position, and drops him face first across the guardrail. The Red Hood falls limply back into the aisle, and Warpath viciously begins clubbing the Red Hood over the back. Warpath walks the Red Hood halfway to the middle of the aisle, and then grips his arm and irish whips him with force into the steel steps, hard enough to cause a loud crash and move them. Warpath lifts a section of steel steps up over his head, and as the Red Hood gets up, Warpath rams the steps into his face, dropping the Red Hood in his tracks. He throws the steps aside, and with a look of intensity on his face he walks over to the commentary table and begins taking everything off the top of it. The Red Hood begins crawling over.)
JR: My god, Warpath is simply dismantling the Red Hood!
Brutus: Now he's dismantling our damn table! It's like he's some kinda of machine, the kind that likes to dismantle things!
JR: A wrecking machine?
Brutus: Sure, whatever. Make him stop!
(Warpath lifts the Red Hood up and slams him across the announce table, so that the Red Hood is halfway laid across the table. He begins giving the Red Hood a series of mounted shots to the forehead. He lifts the Red Hood up and sticks his head in position to give the Red Hood a powerbomb into the announce table, but the Red Hood gives Warpath a low blow. Warpath is doubled over, and the Red Hood drops down to the ground, trying to shake the cobwebs out. Red Hood gets to his feet and walks over, picking up the ring bell. He measures Warpath as Warpath gets to his feet, and charges, getting ready to hit him with the bell, but Warpath big boots it back into his face. Warpath lifts the Red Hood's body back up and positions him for a powerbomb, then he lifts the Red Hood up and powerbombs him through the announce table.)
Brutus: Hey, that was my work station!! Do I see blood on my papers, son of a bitch!!
JR: You never got any actual work done anyway. And folks, may I remind you this match hasn't officially started until the two men are tied together by a leather strap. And I'm not sure it will start, the Red Hood may not even be able to walk.
(Warpath lifts a lifeless Red Hood up and throws him into the ring, and Warpath slides in after him. He takes the leather strap from referee Shane Stevenson and attaches one end around his wrist, then takes the other end and attaches it to the Red Hood's wrist. Shane signals for the bell to officially start the match. The Red Hood is laid in the corner, trying to catch his breath, and Warpath walks towards him with an arrogant smile. The Red Hood holds his hands up as if to say "No more", but Warpath looks from the Red Hood to the crowd, and then he begins giving Red Hood a series of right hands, beating him down in the corner while he's in a seated position. Warpath then makes his way to the middle of the ring, holds his fist up to the crowd, and he charges in, delivering a running corner knee strike to the seated Red Hood. Warpath pulls the Red Hood out and starts to go for a pin, but then he pulls off of the pin, shaking his finger as if to say that's not enough. He gathers a length of the strap and wraps it around the Red Hood's throat, and begins pulling back and choking the Red Hood with it.)
JR: This is all legal in this match.
Brutus: That's all well and good, but I'm having a really bad day, okay? Ask me why, Jimmy?
JR: I'm afraid to, but why?
Brutus: Because now, I have no commentary table, and you know that I like to sit half nude!
JR: ...Dear Lord. I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
Brutus: And I blame Warpath! Kick his ass, Red Hood!
(Warpath continues choking the Red Hood with the strap. The Red Hood seems like he's starting to fade, although it's hard to tell because his face is obscured. Shane checks on him and asks if he gives up, and the Red Hood motions he won't. Warpath releases the pressure from the strap and begins giving the Red Hood a series of mounted punches to the forehead while he's on his knees. Warpath pulls the Red Hood up, holding him by his mask, and he begins yelling at him to look him in the eyes, yelling "You wanted this, you son of a bitch, you got it!" He gives the Red Hood a few big right hands, backing him up to the ropes. He then whips Red Hood across the ring, and he runs off the ropes behind him, and he charges towards the oncoming Red Hood, looking for a clothesline from Hell, but Red Hood ducks under it. As Warpath turns, the Red Hood takes him down with a jawbreaker. The Red Hood stumbles away, trying to catch his breath, and then he climbs out of the ring. He makes a "screw this" motion with his hands and begins walking away. Warpath is able to get his bearings, and he sees the Red Hood trying to leave. Warpath grabs the strap and pulls on his end of it with all his might, and the Red Hood is taken off-balance and falls onto his back.)
JR: I wonder if the Hood regrets giving Warpath his choice of match now.
(Warpath uses the strap to reel the Red Hood in, pulling him up to the apron, but the Red Hood grabs Warpath's head and yanks down, hanging him up throat first on the top rope. Warpath goes stumbling back, holding his throat, and he falls onto his back. The Red Hood climbs into the ring near a corner, and he springs to the second rope on one side of the ring, to the top rope on the near side, then flips back into the middle of the ring across the chest of Warpath with a double springboard turning somersault senton splash.)
JR: Did you see the athleticism of the Red Hood!
Brutus: That was a move we haven't seen in a long time, the Rising Phoenix!!
JR: There's only one man I know who could've pulled that off, flawlessly... that was a signature move of Downfall.
Brutus: Maybe he is who he implies that he is, after all.
(The Red Hood goes for a cover.)
1...
2... Kickout.
(The Red Hood gathers a loop of the strap in one hand and begins whipping Warpath viciously over the back with it. Warpath yells in pain. The Red Hood begins choking Warpath with an end of the strap. Shane asks Warpath if he gives up, but Warpath refuses. The Red Hood releases the strap. Red Hood paces away a few steps, then he runs off the ropes, but on the return Warpath catches him with a spinebuster. Warpath rests for a few moments, trying to get some air into his lungs. The Red Hood arches his back in pain. Warpath paces over to the turnbuckle and begins climbing to the top. He positions himself on top, then as the Red Hood gets to his feet, Warpath flies off with a missile dropkick, taking the Red Hood down.)
JR: Cuban Missile Crisis!
(Warpath goes for a cover.)
1...
2... Kickout.
(Warpath gets to his feet and starts laying into the Red Hood with right hands. He lifts the Red Hood up by the back of his pants, and pushes him chest first into the ropes. The Red Hood bounces back into a forearm shot to the kidneys. Warpath pushes the Red Hood forward, and Red Hood bounces back into another kidney shot, then another. The Red Hood stumbles a few steps away, and Warpath lays his throat across the middle rope. Warpath gets a running start a few steps back, and then he charges in and gives him a leg across the back of the head, hanging the Red Hood up on the middle rope. The Red Hood falls back into the middle of the ring. Warpath goes for a cover.)
1...
2... Kickout.
(Warpath lifts the Red Hood up in a side headlock and he gives the Red Hood a few knees to the midsection, until the Red Hood is doubled over. Warpath climbs to the second rope, and he stands there for a second, and flies off, attempting a double axehandle on the Red Hood. However, the Red Hood has a loop of the strap gathered in his hand, and as Warpath comes down Red Hood smacks it with force across his stomach. Warpath yells in pain. Warpath is holding his gut in pain, and the Red Hood rolls him up from behind.)
JR: The Red Hood may steal one here!
1...
2... Kickout.
(Warpath gets up, and he goes to lift Red Hood up, but is immediately rolled into a small package.)
1...
2... Kickout.
(Warpath gets to his feet again, and the Red Hood jumps at him, and flips onto his shoulders, attempting to pull him down into a crucifix pin. However, Warpath holds his footing, and uses his strength to flip the Red Hood across his shoulders into a gutwrench shoulder position. He then drops the Red Hood with a shoulder backbreaker.)
JR: Well it just seems, that anything the Red Hood can do at this point, Warpath can do better... the Red Hood has no answer for the weeks of pent-up aggression Warpath possesses.
Brutus: I've got a lot of pent-up aggression, too, my boys are getting all sweaty without the breeze they usually get!
JR: I didn't want to know that!!
(Warpath goes for a cover.)
1...
2... Kickout.
(Warpath lifts the Red Hood up, whipping him into the corner. Warpath comes in for a big corner clothesline. The Red Hood's head bobs limply around as he stumbles out. Warpath lifts the Red Hood's head and bounces it off the top turnbuckle, then he lifts the Red Hood out of the corner and gives him a full nelson neckbreaker.)
JR: There's the Difference Maker!
(Warpath yells for the Red Hood to get up, and he makes a motion for him to get up. The Red Hood barely is able to make it to his feet. Warpath gives him a boot to the gut followed by a spinning implant DDT. The Red Hood is laid out in the middle of the ring. Warpath goes to pin him, but he stops himself. He looks at the Red Hood, then at the crowd, then he seems to pause and think for a second. He calls for a mic, and he is handed one.)
Warpath: I'm tired of this, I think we should find out exactly who this is right now!
(The crowd pops loudly.)
JR: What are you doing, Warpath, pin him, you have it won!
Brutus: That idiot! He's just made a big mistake, messing with Downfall! He's the type of guy that makes grilled cheese sandwiches from mozarrella sticks!
JR: I just saw you in the kitchen doing that the other day.
Brutus: No you didn't! And if you did, it's only because I'm the shit like that, and I can do stuff like that!
(Warpath starts trying to take the Red Hood's mask off. The Red Hood tries to hold on to the bottom of his mask. Warpath is trying to yank it off from the back, and he finally succeeds in yanking it off, only to find that there's another Red Hood mask underneath.)
JR: He had another mask on under that!
Brutus: I'll bet it was hot as shit under there!
(Warpath looks at the Red Hood mask in his hands, and then he throws the mask aside with an annoyed expression. He goes to pull the other mask off, but the Red Hood gives him a thumb to the eye. He grabs both of Warpath's wrists and crosses them around Warpath's neck in an X as he maneuvers around behind Warpath, and then he drops back with a lungblower. Both men are laid out for a second.)
JR: Another one of Downfall's old signatures, Downfall called that Hell Awaits! A desperation move by the Red Hood!
Brutus: Capitalize, capitalize, capitalize, capitalize!!
JR: It's not hard pressed to believe the man can't even move at this point after all he's been put through by Warpath.
(The Red Hood gets to his feet using the ropes to hold him up. Red Hood takes the length of the leather strap, and begins wrapping the leather strap around Warpath's neck. He lifts Warpath up, and grabs him by his hair and the back of the pants and throws him over the top rope to the outside. Then, still inside the ring, Red Hood quickly dives between the top two ropes, so that the strap is suspended over the top rope, and he then dives back between the bottom two ropes for added leverage and pressure pulling Warpath back up to his feet on the outside. The strap is digging into Warpath's throat. Then, Red Hood climbs up on the bottom rope, leaning back and continuing to pull, which pulls Warpath up off of his feet. Warpath dangles from the strap alone, his face turning bright red.)
JR: He's literally hanging Warpath, do something, Shane!
Brutus: Man, Downfall's a bad bitch!
JR: Do you ever stop cursing?!
Brutus: This is pay-per-view, okay, I can say whatever the hell I want!
(Shane finally tells the Red Hood to let him down. Red Hood resists for a minute, but finally the Red Hood loosens the strap from the ropes, and Warpath is able to drop back into the aisle. Warpath gasps and coughs, trying to get some air into his lungs. Red Hood climbs out of the ring, untangling the strap from the ropes, and he lifts a limp Warpath up. He wraps the strap around Warpath's throat to pull him up, and he gives him some choice words. He smacks Warpath across the face a few times, then he lets Warpath drop down to the floor again. He puts his boot on Warpath's back and holds his hands up to the crowd, receiving a loud chorus of boo's. He pulls Warpath's head up, and drops him with a spinning neckbreaker onto the concrete. He then climbs up onto the apron and springs off the ropes with a moonsault across the prone Warpath in the middle of the aisle. He holds his chest for a moment before he lifts Warpath's body up, and rolls him into the ring, pinning him.)
1...
2...
3... Kickout.
(Red Hood slams the mat in frustration. He pulls Warpath up in a front facelock as he grips Warpath's arm in a hammerlock, and drops back with a hammerlock legsweep DDT.)
JR: Chimera DDT to Warpath!
Brutus: You know, I'm starting to think Downfall's revenge plan against Warpath is coming full circle. So I ask you, Jimmy, now who's being systematically dismantled?...Aside from my freaking announce table!!
JR: Will you let it go, already?!
(Red Hood lifts Warpath up, and he gives him a few right hands to the forehead, beating Warpath back down. He applies a version of Warpath's own camel clutch submission, pulling back on it as well as using the strap for extra leverage.)
JR: That's Warpath's very own Deathlock 2.0!!
Brutus: This is great, he's going to beat him with his very own signature move!
(The ref starts checking on Warpath, asking if he gives up, but Warpath weakly refuses. Still, Warpath looks as if he's fading out. Warpath reaches for the ropes, but they're out of reach. The Red Hood pulls back on the strap, tightening the pressure. Shane checks Warpath's arm once, twice. Finally, he lifts Warpath's arm a third time. On the last time, Warpath's arm stays in the air. Warpath's arm starts shaking with the effort. Warpath starts pulling himself to his knees with a loud yell. The crowd is getting behind him with loud "Warpath" chants. Warpath gets to his knees with Red Hood still on his back, and finally is able to lift Red Hood up and drop him with an electric chair. Both men are laid out in the middle of the ring.)
JR: What strength by Warpath!
Brutus: I don't think he has anything left. And if I know the Red Hood like I think I do... he's got a lot more in the tank.
JR: But what if we're wrong, and it's someone else?
Brutus: So what? He's still looking better than Warpath.
JR: Not too sure about that...
(Shane starts a ten-count for both men. 1...2...3...4...both men start to stir... 5...6...7... Warpath starts getting to his knees... 8... Red Hood starts to pull himself up... 9... both men are to their feet and exchanging right hands. Warpath gets the better of the Red Hood, and he whips Red Hood into the ropes, giving him a big back body drop on the return. Red Hood gets to his feet, holding his back, and he is taken down by a clothesline. He gets up and receives another clothesline. Red Hood gets up and stands right into an overhead belly to belly suplex. Warpath stands there for a moment, and then as Red Hood gets up, Warpath lifts him up on his shoulders and plants him with a spinning Samoan drop.)
Brutus: The Twister!! That's Downfall's old signature move, too... Wait a minute... how do we know it isn't Warpath wearing the mask!
JR: How the hell could that be, you idiot, he's wrestling the Red Hood?
Brutus: They do it all the time in Hollywood, it's called split screen shots, okay?!
JR: This is reality, okay? That's not physically possible.
Brutus: Look, I'll admit I failed physics, but I am a BEAST in Spanish!
(Warpath goes for a pin.)
1...
2...
3... (Red Hood gets a foot on the bottom rope.)
JR: The Red Hood lives to fight on!
(Warpath goes to hook the Red Hood's head in a front facelock for a second spinning implant DDT. The Red Hood quickly spins out of it, and then he lifts Warpath up onto his shoulders, looking for a spinning Samoan drop of his own. Warpath wiggles his legs and kicks out of it, falling down behind the Red Hood. The Red Hood turns around, and Warpath boots him in the gut, lifting him up with a vertical lift before hooking the leg and dropping him with a fisherman's suplex.)
1...
2...
3... Kickout.
(Warpath takes a second to catch his breath before he gets to his feet. He lifts the Red Hood up and begins peppering him with rights, backing him up into the corner. Warpath continues assaulting the Red Hood with right hands. Red Hood is pulling himself up as Warpath stretches the leather strap as far as it will go before he reaches the opposite corner, then he charges towards the Red Hood in the corner. Warpath comes in looking for a corner spear, but the Red Hood moves out of the way. Warpath stops himself before he goes through the ropes by gripping onto the turnbuckle. He gets to his feet, but before he can turn around Red Hood then jumps on Warpath's back, he pulls a red hood out of his tights. Warpath reaches back to grab him, and as he does, Red Hood leans over the top rope and slides the Red Hood mask on over Warpath's head. Warpath then starts grabbing at the mask allowing Red Hood to slide off his back and roll him up from behind.)
JR: Wait a minute... Red Hood just obscured Warpath's vision with that mask, he can't see!
Brutus: That was actually pretty damn smart! And as if that isn't bad enough, how do we know that he hasn't washed down there for weeks for added impact?
(Shane counts the pin, as the Red Hood grabs a handful of tights for leverage.)
1...
2...
3!!
Ding Ding Ding
The Mic: Here is your winner... the REEEEEEED HOOOOOOOD!!
(Red Hood detaches his end of the leather strap from his wrist and quickly exits the ring as Warpath shoots to his feet. Warpath has an enraged expression on his face as he throws the mask down. He grips the top rope, seething with extreme anger. The Red Hood points to his temple to signify how smart he is, as he holds his hands up to the crowd, who boo him. Warpath starts to climb out of the ring after him, and the Red Hood exits through the crowd with Warpath coming after him. The Red Hood disappears into the crowd. Warpath yells loudly. He slams his fists on the apron. He lifts up the section of steel steps and hurls them across the aisle in a fit of anger.)
Brutus: Nobody likes a sore loser!
JR: Nobody likes a cheap winner, either. Warpath is not going to be happy the next time he and the Red Hood meet.
JR: This is the match I’ve been waiting for all night.
B: Right, finally, the end of DethSquad! Those guys have been on my nerves for years.
JR: What? Do they owe you money?
B: No, I owe them. Kill’em Sicko! Wipe them out, Hightower!
JR: That’s enough!
B: What do you mean that’s enough! You always tell me that! Who brings you the jelly donuts? Who polishes your shoes? Who carries your bag from the car?
JR: Not you, but I wasn’t jumping your case, it’s time for the Mic!
B: Oh.
The Mic: This match is for the IEW tag team championship. Introducing first the challengers.
*The arena goes black*
"How many people wanna Kick Some Ass?"
*As the opening riffs play a stream of fireworks shoot towards the entrance way and explode along with aloud crash of guitars and drums. Razor and Deth step out from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos. They appear to be mouthing off to the crowd as they make their way down the ramp to the ring. The big screen shows shots of Deth and Razor in their return to the IEW as masked men, and shots from the battle royal. They enter the ring, still yelling out at the crowd amongst the boos.*
"How many people wanna kick Some Ass... I do... I do"
*Both men then focus in on the upcoming match.*
JR: The crowd doesn’t seem to like the new DethSquad.
B: So, it’s a smart crowd. They should be collecting pensions, not tag titles.
Mic: Now these men are your reigning and defending tag team champions!
(A demonic laugh is heard, as the lights go out. The opening notes of "Greasepaint and MonkeyBrains" by White Zombie start up on the PA, as the IEW-Tron shows clips of Sicko destroying people. Then, a large burst of red fireworks explode from the stage, and Sicko comes walking out. He stares at the ring, and walks slowly down.)
("Toxicity" by System of a Down hits on the PA, and Hightower comes walking out onto the stage.
He slowly raises his hand to the crowd with a scream, and then he bashes his fists together and starts walking down to the ring. He slowly climbs in the ring over the top rope and paces over to the ropes, holding his arms up high.)
Mic: These men are Sicko and Hightower, the Inner Circle! Your referee of record for this match is Kyle Mackal.
JR: As Mackal checks the men and displays the championship gold for the fans, let’s remember this isn’t the first time around for DethSquad and the Inner Circle.
B: True, they’ve spread their violence all around the world before, and will try to do it again, this time with the tag titles on the line!
JR: Looks like it’s going to be Razor opening against Sicko.
B: That’s a size difference for sure. The clown is gonna kill him.
The two lock up in the referee’s hold, collar and elbow. Sicko backs Razor in the corner, and tries slugging him with a big forearm shot. Razor ducks and backs away, smiling at the clown before daring him to the center of the ring. Sicko complies, and the two hook up again. A repeat of the same sequence occurs, but as quickly as Razor starts to back up, Sicko comes out with a clothesline. Razor barely ducks, but still smiles at Sicko. Razor then holds his finger in the “missed it by this much” pose.
JR: Sicko can’t match speed and reflexes with Razor. He has to find a way to trap the quirky Canadian if he wants to use his power.
B: He’ll find a way. He always does.
They lock up again, and Razor locks on a full arm drag and twist and converts it to an armbar. Sicko, unable to escape, drags Razor to the corner where the clown tags Hightower.
B: Smart work from Sicko. He’s changing horses in the middle of the stream, so to speak. .
Hightower strides over the top rope. He leers at Razor, who stands his ground in the middle of the ring. Hightower then hold his hand in the height checking pose at Razor and shakes his head. He points at Deth.
JR: The giant wants the big man!
Razor looks at Deth, who shrugs his shoulders. Razor then tags the big man, who walks in over the top rope. As Mackal tells Razor to get to his corner, Deth and Hightower lock their eyes in a staredown.
B: Hightower’s six inches taller and nearly two hundred pounds heavier. Why is Deth so confident?
JR: He’s one half of one of the greatest tag teams in history, that’s how. He’s used to winning, no matter the opponent!
The staredown continues until, seemingly at a signal, the pair starts slamming one another with alternating right hands. Mackal cautions them to stop, to no avail. Suddenly, Deth ducks a shot from the giant and gives him a huge bodyslam!
B: That’s impossible!
JR: He’s done it! Hightower’s shocked!
Deth and Hightower nod at one another, and lock up again. Hightower answers with a knee to the gut, and lifts Deth over his head with a military press slam! Hightower goes for the quick cover, but Deth kicks out at one. Hightower scowls at the rising Deth and charges in, only to meet a big boot in the chin! Deth does a double leg dive and turns it into a jackknife pin attempt!
JR: And the ref barely makes it to one before Hightower kicks out. You can see neither team is going to hold anything back.
B: Sometimes a quick pin works, especially if you are holding their trunks.
Razor calmly steps into the ring. Mackal tries to chase him out, as a wary Hightower backs away from a possible double team move. Deth looks as his partner taps him on the shoulder. “My turn,” says Razor. Deth makes a “hold it” sign to the Inner Circle and walks back to the corner with Razor who then tags into the match. Hightower then moves in against his smaller foe, but Razor opens up with a series of kicks to the legs that leave the giant surprised and stumbling. Razor tries to shoot Hightower into the ropes, but he is reversed. Razor, never breaking stride, hops over the top rope and immediately bounces up for a springboard dropkick! Hightower stumbles, but does not fall. Razor then moves in and hits a basement dropkick that floors the giant! Razor then leaps over his fallen foe and mounts the top rope. He flips backwards onto Hightower, but only meets the knees of the giant.
JR: Moonsault! Perfectly executed, but the challenger still crashes and burns!
B: That’s sound wrestling to make your opponent make a mistake. Hightower suckered him in and Razor’s gonna pay the price.
Hightower drags his foe to Sicko, where the clown is tagged. He enters the ring as Hightower shoots Razor into the ropes. He bounces back only to meet a double big boot. Deth runs in to protest to Mackal, but while the ref is ushering him out and listening to his complaints, Hightower and Sicko hit a double short-arm clothesline. Razor falls hard, and Sicko makes the pin.
1
2 Kickout!
JR: That surprised me!
B: I may not like them, I may owe them money, but DethSquad is a tough tag team. You don’t have a room full of trophies like they do without being tough.
Sicko grabs Razor in the gutwrench position, and hits a pair of running shoulderbreakers. The clown then hits a fujiwara armbar and laughs evilly as he calls for Razor to tap out.
JR: Will Razor tap?
B: Not smart enough.
Sicko then picks up Razor and shoots him into the ropes. The clown drives Razor into the mat with a sidewalk slam!
Cover!
1
2
Kickout!
B: I told you DethSquad is just too old. Out of date and out of shape! This is a rout for the Circle!
JR: DethSquad is down, but not out yet.
As Razor kicks out, Sicko goes back to the fujiwara. Razor groans as Hightower reaches down to tag Sicko on the foot. He comes in as Mackal shoos Sicko out. The giant then grabs his opponent by the hair and picks him up. Spinning him around, he then lifts Razor in a double-chickenwing submission!
JR: That’s bad!
B: That’s it, you mean!
Deth, seeing the trouble his partner is in rushes into the ring and hits Hightower with a double ax handle to the back. The ref tries to run Deth out of the ring as Sicko enters with the same intent. Hightower then signals for the double clothesline again. They shoot Razor into the ropes. As he gets close, he rolls under the arms of the pair and dives for the tag!
JR: Tag made! Tag made!
Deth comes in and takes charge fast, slamming the champions fast and hard with rights and clotheslines!
JR: He’s stacking them deep and selling them cheap! Call 911 because Deth is a house afire!
Razor catches his breath and joins the fray, grabbing Sicko and pinning the clown into the ropes with a series of hard kicks. Mackal tries to break them up and send them to their corners as Deth and Hightower are slugging it out in the opposite corner. He separates them twice, but they continue to pound each other. Mackal tries once more, and both Sicko and Razor push him down. Mackal jumps to his feet and calls for the bell!
B: It was just getting good!
Mic: Referee Kyle Mackal has declared a double-disqualification!
JR: But they’re not even slowing down!
B: Just like the old days! I can dig it! VIOLENCE!
The IEW theme “1776” by Iced Earth hits, and Marcus Richards storms out. “STOP! STOP! STOP! I will not have this!”
The teams stop for a second, look at Richards, and then start back pounding each other.
MR: “If you don’t stop, I’ll fine you!”
That slows the fight up a second or so, but they soon start again.
MR: “I’ll hold up your checks!”
That has more effect, but Razor pushes Sicko away and it starts again.
MR: Alright, I said STOP! If I see you one more time, I’ll suspend you for sixty days! No more titles for the Circle, and DethSquad, back to the bottom you go!
Each team backs into their separate corners, and then leaves under the watchful eye of Richards.
JR: This isn’t over!
B: I can dig it!
JR: Well Brutus, I think we should take the time to inform the fans, that we have two speical guests in attedence.
B: Indeed, and let's Mr.Clements show the fans just who we are talking about!
[Ray Clements walks through the curtain with a microphone in his hand and approaches the Contours to conduct a brief interview.]
Ray: Good evening Johnny, Tommy, and on behalf of the IEW, welcome back.
Johnny: Thank you very much Ray. Even though we are not signed to IEW, it feels so good to be back in the enviroment which Tommy and I have worked in for so long!
Tommy: you know, it does feel good to be back home. Not only for the IEW but here, in our hometown, Hailfax! (Crowd has a huge pop for this0
Ray: Listen to that crowd guys!! I can only think of one thing that will make them cheer louder than that for you guys, and thats for you to be back under IEW contract. So tell us, when do you believe you'll be back and ready again to face the IEW's best competition?
Johnny: Well, to be honest we are not entirely sure. All we know is that when the time is right, we'll will be back!
Tommy: That's right, and it won't matter who is in the tag team divison. When we come back, we'll be gunning for what will be ours! The IEW Tag Team Championship!!
Ray: Well I wish you guys the best of luck. Just don't stay gone too long.
[Ray turns to face the camera.]
Ray: And there you have it ladies and gentlemen, the Directors and future IEW Tag Team Champions are here tonight, and its only a matter of time before they decide to make an impact.
Tommy slighty grabs Ray's shoulder turn him around and get his attention
Tommy: Just one thing Ray, we are no longer The Directors. From now on, refer to us....as The Regualtors!
Ray: The Regulators?! You guys working for the government now?
Johnny gives Ray a quick smile
Johnny: No Ray, but you will understand. When we come back, we will explain it all!
Ray: Well ladies and gentlemen. Lets give a hand up for Tommy and Johnny Contour; The Regulators!!!
(Crowd applauds wildly as "Regulate" by warren G and nate dogg plays over the PA system. Ray turns around and takes the time to shake both Tommy and Johnny's hand before Ray walks away and the Regualtors sit back down)
The Mic: The following is an Intercontinental title and dignity tag team match. If Black Rose wins, the pinning partner wins possession of the mystery videotape and is the new IEW Intercontinental champion. Introducing first, they weigh in at 458 pounds, the team of Christian Stylez and PerfectSean Clark, the KINGS OF CHAOS!!
Head like a hole,
black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole,
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Bow down before the one you serve,
you're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve,
you're going to get what you deserve.
("Head Like a Hole" by Nine Inch Nails plays over the PA system, as PerfectSean and Christian Stylez come walking out onto the stage, with Rob Hanes walking in between them. Stylez is holding his kendo stick over his shoulder, and he looks around at the crowd. PerfectSean smiles, and holds his arms up in the air in a cocky manner. Christian motions for them to come on, and they walk down to the ring. Christian and PerfectSean both climb onto opposite sides of the apron, and pose for a second.. Christian cracks his neck to the side, and then they enter the ring. PerfectSean takes a moment to stand on the ropes posing for the crowd, and then they begin to stretch for the match.)
JR: There he is, the self-proclaimed "most controversial athlete in the IEW".
Brutus: Self-proclaimed? Who has done more to piss people off than Christian Stylez? Nobody in recent memory.
JR: Well, he and his KOC cronies have certainly gotten under the skin of Amiko and Jessica.
The Mic: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 287 pounds, Jessica Matheson and Amiko Yashida, BLAAAAACK ROOOOOOSE!!
"Clock is ticking while I'm killing time
Spinning all around
Nothing else that you can do
To turn it back
Wicked partnership in this crime..."
("Our Truth" by Lacuna Coil hits the speakers as Amiko and Jessica enter the ramp. Jessica and Amiko stay focused ahead. Jessica bounces a little from foot to foot. They make their way to the ring, causing a stir from the males in the audience and a modicum of jealousy from the female contingent.)
"Ripping off the best
Condescending smile trying to forget (Wasting my time)
We're falling right through
Lying to forget (Telling more lies)
We're raising our truth
Go on and tease me..."
(They climb onto the apron, as Amiko stands, as aloof as ever, and Jessica kneels beside her. They enter the ring, and Jessica begins giving Amiko advice about the match.)
JR: This is for all the marbles here, who ends this match as the victor wins their pride and the IC title.
Brutus: But but, if Christian wins we get to see that videotape simulcast in HD quality. I can't wait, you'll be able to see the sweat beads dripping off Amiko's buttcheek.
JR: Exactly why both ladies are doubly motivated to win this match. If that tape leaks out, as per Christian's plan, it could be a crippling blow to their pride.
(Jessica and Christian circle each other to begin the match. But before she can lock up with him, he tags in PerfectSean. The two men share a mocking laugh at Jessica as she yells for Christian to get in the ring. PerfectSean walks up to Jessica with an arrogant smirk and he motions to how short she is, patting her head in a condescending manner. He looks to the crowd, mocking her, and then she immediately slams him with a forearm shot to the face. She begins beating him into the ropes with forearms, backing him up, and then she hits a few quick kicks to the midsection. She wrings his arm, twisting it and using it to pull him over to her corner, tagging in Amiko, who nails a few precise martial arts kicks to his side. Amiko continues twisting PerfectSean's arm, and then he spins out of it and twists her arm. She grips her arm in pain, then she performs a cartwheel out of the move to relieve the pressure. PerfectSean applauds, mockingly. She slaps the taste out of his mouth, and he stumbles away, right into a right hand from Jessica. Amiko tags in Jessica, and the two ladies tag PerfectSean with a double enziguri to either side of the head. PerfectSean flops down to the mat, and the girls dust their hands off, satisfied. Jessica drops a leg across Sean's throat, and then covers...)
1... Kickout.
(Jessica goes to lift PerfectSean up, but she pulls back, disgusted, as he grips and pinches her butt-cheeks. PerfectSean furiously pulls Sean up, and Sean takes her offguard with a jawbreaker. PerfectSean drops a leg of his own across her throat, then lays on top of her for a pin.)
1... Kickout.
(Jessica takes PerfectSean down with a drop toehold, and she begins choking him with her boot as she is yelling, and pulling back on the top rope for leverage. Referee Tina Garcia tells Jessica to just calm down. Jessica glares at her, making her back down. Jessica lifts PerfectSean up, and she lays him between the middle and top rope. She then pulls back, stretching him across the top rope and working his neck. Tina starts a five-count to disqualification, and Jessica breaks it off.)
JR: Ever since these problems with Stylez and the KOC escalated, we've seen a decidedly dark side of Jessica.
Brutus: Bitch just be PMS'in.
JR: How wholly inappropriate...
(Amiko asks to be tagged in. They lift PerfectSean up and take him down with a double snap suplex. Amiko goes to lift PerfectSean up, but he cuts her off with a European uppercut. PerfectSean looks down at Amiko with a snarl on his face. He lifts her up and begins clubbing her over the back. He grips her arm and whips her into the corner, as she stumbles out he comes running past her and plants her with a bulldog. He grins confidently, and goes for a cover.)
1... Kickout.
(PerfectSean goes to lift Amiko up, applying a side headlock, but Amiko pounds on his ribs. Amiko pulls out of it and snaps a straight kick right to the midsection, then a kick to the hamstring, finally a knee to the face. Amiko tags in Jessica, who takes PerfectSean down with a spinning wheel kick. Jessica snaps off a hurricanrana, flipping Sean across the ring. Jessica runs across the ring, but as she reaches the side with Stylez, he knees her in the back from behind on the ropes. Jessica stumbles forward, holding her back, and then she turns to cut a glare at Christian, who gives her some choice words. She turns back around, and Perfectsean boots her in the gut and hits a DDT. He lifts Jessica up, whipping her to the ropes and taking her down with a back body drop with high elevation. Jessica holds her back, and PerfectSean lifts her up to her knees, applying a front facelock. Jessica tries to push him off, but he tightens the hold.)
Brutus: It's pretty rare that we see someone smaller than Stylez... but I guess that Jessica's not short, she's fun-size.
JR: Size doesn't matter.
Brutus: I'm sure you tell yourself that all the time.
(Jessica begins elbowing PerfectSean in the side a few times as she tries to fight her way to her feet. Suddenly, PerfectSean clubs her over the back and takes her down with a vertical suplex. She arches her back, and PerfectSean goes for a pin.)
1... Kickout.
(Amiko holds her hand out for a tag, but Sean pulls her back towards his corner. He tags in Stylez, and Stylez drops an elbow on her back, then another, then another. He applies a rear chinlock. Jessica screams in pain and contorts around, but she can't escape. Jessica tries to reach out and grab the ropes, but they're out of reach. Stylez tightens the hold. Amiko tries to get the crowd behind Jessica. Jessica pulls herself up and is able to get to her knees, and then she begins driving elbow shots into Christian's side repeatedly until he loosens the hold. Jessica tries to break free and run to the ropes, but he grabs her hair and pulls her back to the mat with force. Jessica holds the back of her head in pain. Stylez furiously boots Jessica, and picks her up and lays her across the middle rope, putting his knee on her back and choking her. Tina begins counting Stylez out for a disqualification, as the crowd is booing furiously.)
JR: Christian and PerfectSean have done a solid job of keeping Jessica isolated.
(Stylez breaks the hold, and then he backs away. He waits for Jessica to get to her feet, and then he whip her into the corner. Jessica hits back first, and she stumbles out, holding her back. Stylez scoops her up and hits a powerslam. He grins down at her. Rob Hanes is laughing, encouraging Christian, and he lifts Jessica up and hits a gutwrench backbreaker. Jessica drops to the mat, and Stylez pins her.)
1...
2... Kickout.
(Stylez immediately floats over into a single leg crab, twisting Jessica's back painfully. He sits back on the hold, yelling for Jessica to give up. Jessica screams in pain, and Amiko tries to get the tag, but Jessica can't reach. Jessica screams, and tries to crawl to the ropes, but Stylez walks her back to the middle of the ring and sits back on the hold. Finally, Jessica is able to crawl towards the bottom rope. Her fingers are just a short distance away. She reaches out, stretches, and grabs it. Stylez breaks the hold and starts booting her. Jessica starts crawling towards Amiko, but Stylez grabs her leg, pulls her back to his corner and tags in PerfectSean, who drops a fist on her forehead. PerfectSean and Stylez lift her up, Stylez gives her a backbreaker stretch across his knee and PerfectSean runs, jumps up in the air and gives her a leg drop across the throat. Jessica falls to the mat. PerfectSean stays on top and covers...)
1...
2... Kickout.
(PerfectSean tags in Stylez and they both lift Jessica up, whipping her to the ropes, and on the return she ducks a double clothesline. She runs to the opposite ropes, springs up and flies back towards them, but they catch her in midair, lifting her up for a double flapjack-type move, but in midair she grabs their heads and pulls them down for a double DDT. All three of them are laid out, as Amiko reaches her hand out for a tag. Jessica begins crawling towards the ropes, but then Stylez dives in and clubs her over the back of the head. Stylez lifts Jessica up and drops her with a belly to belly suplex. Jessica holds her back, Tina makes PerfectSean leave as Stylez goes for a pin.)
1...
2... Kickout.
JR: This is a solidly effective strategy we're seeing here, isolating Jessica and using quick tag strategy.
Brutus: Of course, didn't we see last week how effective a team they are? Nobody can beat the KOC. (pronounced "cock")
JR: The what?
Brutus: You know, the KOC? (pronounced "cock")
JR: I'm pretty sure you're just supposed to say the letters, Kay-Oh-Cee.
Brutus: Whatever, god you're such a little kay-oh-cee.
(Christian waits for Jessica to get up, and as she does he clubs her over the back, making her drop to one knee. He slaps her over the back of the head playfully, as the crowd boos loudly. Stylez yells a few insults to the crowd, and then he goes to hook Jessica for a DDT, but she quickly spins out of it, grips his head as she uses her legs to push off the ropes, and takes him down with a springboard bulldog, a la Trish Stratus. Jessica rests for a moment to recuperate.)
JR: What a counter!
(Jessica finally is able to make it to her feet, and as she goes to tag in Amiko, she is clubbed over the back by Stylez. Stylez is shaking the cobwebs out of his head, and then he looks down at her with an angry expression. He lifts her up on his shoulders, and then he flings her off, dropping her across his knees with a fireman's carry gutbuster.)
JR: Paradigm Shift!
(Stylez hooks the leg.)
1....
2... Kickout.
Brutus: I-I don't believe it! How does she keep kicking out?!
JR: You have to admire this girl's fighting spirit.
(Stylez looks down at Jessica in disbelief. He shakes his head, and he lifts her up and whips her into the corner. He comes charging in, looking for a big corner splash. However, Jessica moves out of the way and Stylez hits the turnbuckle chest first. He turns around, holding his chest in pain. When he turns, he is gripped around the head by Jessica, who drops down and gives him a jumping double knee facebuster, driving her knees into his chin. Stylez goes flying back, and Jessica rests on the mat, trying to catch her breath. She gets to her feet, and Stylez gets up as Jessica hits him with a spinning heel kick. Stylez gets to his feet again, and Jessica takes him down with a snap suplex, and then she tags in Amiko, who nails him with a slingshot senton. Amiko drops down for the cover.)
1...
2... Kickout.
(Amiko plants a few precise martial arts kicks on Stylez' side as he gets up. She takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker. She runs off the ropes, but she spots PerfectSean trying a cheap shot from behind. She stops herself, and then she slides under his feet to the apron, and then she pulls him off the apron. PerfectSean drops face first across the apron, and stumbles over to the ringpost to get his bearings, checking his face for blood. Amiko runs up and kicks him in the back of the head, sandwiching his face into the ringpost with an enziguri. PerfectSean drops to the outside.)
Brutus: Noooo, not his beautiful, perfect face!
JR: Uhm, that was a little over the top. Besides, aren't you always getting on my case with my supposedly homosexual acts?
Brutus: I don't remember any of that, and it has nothing to do with how handsome PerfectSean is.
JR: Really.
Brutus: ...Alright, I admit it, every guy has one man they'd secretly bone if they were trapped on a desert island, and there it is. PerfectSean is my man crush.
JR: I... regret even talking to you about this.
(Amiko starts to get back into the ring, but Rob Hanes moves towards her with the kendo stick. Amiko is able to get him to back down. As she starts to turn around, Stylez baseball slides into her, knocking her down on the outside. Stylez exits the ring and walks over to her, booting her viciously. He lifts her up and gives her a Russian legsweep back first into the steel guardrail with a resounding crack. Amiko drops limply to the aisle. Stylez runs a thumb across his throat, and then he begins peeling up the mats covering the concrete floor. He exposes a section of concrete, then he lifts Amiko up. He grins arrogantly as he places her head between his legs, and gets set to piledrive her onto the concrete. Suddenly, Jessica comes from nowhere with a superkick to the back of the head, and before Stylez can fall Amiko gives him a faceplant into the concrete. Jessica and Amiko lift Christian up, rolling him into the ring. Stylez' forehead is busted open. They lift him up and hit a double brainbuster. Amiko pins as Jessica exits the ring.)
1...
2...
3... (Stylez gets his foot on the ropes.)
JR: Somehow Christian Stylez had the wherewithal to get his foot on the rope!
Brutus: Both teams have everything to gain from winning this match, that's for sure. If Stylez win, the KOC remain dominant, and at the same time humiliate Amiko and Jessica.
JR: And if Jessica or Amiko win, they gain a measure of sweet revenge over Christian Stylez.
(Stylez tries to roll to his knees, as he rubs his bleeding forehead. Jessica begs to get tagged in, and Amiko tags her. Jessica and Amiko stalk Christian for a moment, then as he stumbles to his feet both girls leap up and take him down with a double team jumping knee facebuster, both girls drop down to their backs, pulling their knees up into Stylez' jaw.)
JR: Blackthorn to Stylez!
(Jessica goes for the pin.)
1...
2...
3... (PerfectSean pulls Jessica out of the ring.)
JR: Where'd he come from?!
(PerfectSean levels Jessica on the outside with a clothesline. He climbs in the ring and Amiko assaults him with forearm shots, backing him up, but he cuts her off with a knee to the gut. PerfectSean takes her down with a harsh backbreaker. Then, he spots Jessica pulling herself up onto the apron. PerfectSean goes to lift her up, and he grips her head and vertical suplexes her back into the ring. PerfectSean boasts to the crowd. Tina Garcia tells him to exit the ring, but he argues with her for a moment before brushing past her and clubbing Jessica with a fist drop. He grips her arms, pulling them back in Y-shape stretching position as he sticks his boot on the back of her head, then PerfectSean drives Jessica's face into the mat violently with a curb stomp.)
JR: Mirror Image to Jessica!
Brutus: It should be a crime to destroy something that hot, but since PerfectSean's manly beauty exceeds Jessica's...
JR: Okay, this man-crush is just getting creepy.
(PerfectSean goes back to his corner, as Stylez wipes his forehead for blood. He spots Jessica laid out in the middle of the ring, and snarls, swearing viciously at her. He grips her arm and hauls her forcefully over to the corner, and begins aggressively beating her down into the corner with right hands. He stalks out a few steps then runs forward, delivering a brutal facewash kick to the head of the seated Jessica, then he backs up and runs forward, delivering another. His face is intense as he pulls her out and pins her.)
JR: Stylez just dished out two Shocking Developments to Jessica!
Brutus: I'm hoping this ends it, because I'm going to enjoy that Amiko tape when it gets out.
1...
2...
3... Kickout.
(Stylez angrily lifts Jessica up and hits a pendulum backbreaker, stretching her across his knee. Stylez shoves her to the mat, yelling taunts at her the whole time. Jessica tries crawling towards her corner, reaching for Amiko. Stylez mockingly grabs her hand and stretches it out towards Amiko, begging for a tag, and then he angrily bashes Jessica with a crossface forearm shot, then another, and he pulls Jessica up and plants her with a modified angle slam/Judgement slam. He pins her with an elbow in her throat.)
JR: How much more does Jessica have in the tank?
1...
2...
3... Kickout.
Brutus: I'm still predicting that we're seeing the nail in the coffin.
(Stylez tags in PerfectSean. The two of them lift Jessica up and whip her into the corner, and Stylez runs in with a corner splash, and then PerfectSean follows suit. Stylez exits the ring as Jessica stumbles out of the corner, PerfectSean hopping up to the top rope behind her and positioning himself quickly, then as she turns around he leaps off the top rope, making a frog splash motion as he comes down across her with a crossbody.)
JR: Ego Check!
(PerfectSean starts to go for a pin, but he gives a cocky laugh and pulls off of it, shaking his finger "no". Jessica is pulled up, and PerfectSean grips her arms and irish whips her to the ropes. Jessica snaps off the ropes, but then at the last second she drops down, pushes herself up using her arm strength and catch the incoming PerfectSean with her legs around his head. She takes him down with a quick hurricanrana, flinging him forward and sideways into the middle turnbuckle. PerfectSean gets up, holding his mouth, and Jessica takes him down with an Osaka street cutter. Jessica and PerfectSean are both laid out in the middle of the ring.)
JR: Desperation counter from Jessica! But it may just buy her the time she needs!
(Jessica finally is able to roll over and tag in Amiko. PerfectSean almost tags in Stylez, but Amiko comes running in with a dropkick to the temple. She flips Christian a middle finger, as she goes to the top rope right in front of him and hits a split legged moonsault right across the chest of PerfectSean.)
1....
2... (Stylez starts to break it up, Amiko pulls off and Stylez lands on PerfectSean.)
JR: Amiko's taunting Christian!
(With Stylez and PerfectSean on top of each other, before they can move Amiko springboards off the ropes and comes down across both men with a corkscrew senton. Stylez takes the brunt of it, and he rolls out of the way. Amiko motions for PerfectSean to get up, and when he does he is gripped by the arm and whipped into the corner, as Amiko runs in behind him and takes it to him with a corner splash. PerfectSean hangs limply in the corner facing into the ring, Amiko climbs the turnbuckle behind him, and she pushes off a knee behind PerfectSean's head, "riding" PerfectSean down into the mat with her knee positioned behind his head, driving him down with a calf-branding facebuster. Amiko walks over and tags in Jessica. The two ladies look down at PerfectSean, and then they wait for PerfectSean to get up. As he does, unnoticed by either partner but seen by the ref, PerfectSean's back is tagged by Stylez. Moving simulatenously they take him down with a combination jumping reverse STO/flatliner from Jessica and an enziguri to the side of the head from Amiko, spiking him down to the mat with force.)
JR: The ladies just hit the Goodnight Kiss on PerfectSean!
(Jessica goes for the pin.)
1...
2...
3... (Stylez dives into the ring, landing on Tina and Jessica, to break it up.)
Brutus: Christian Stylez just saved PerfectSean's well-toned ass!
JR: Wait a second, it looks like Tina's head collided with the mat. She looks dazed.
(Stylez is trying to revive Tina, and when he sees she's out of it he motions to Rob. Jessica angrily starts getting to her feet and starts to grab Stylez from behind, and suddenly he smacks her over the head with the kendo stick Rob handed to him, and Jessica falls back to the mat. Amiko runs into the ring after Stylez but she is similarly dropped by a particularly nasty shot from his kendo stick. The crowd is booing loudly. Stylez shakes PerfectSean to wake him up, and PerfectSean starts pulling himself to his feet, shaking the cobwebs out of his head. Stylez and PerfectSean lift a limp Jessica up and drill her to the mat with a doubleteam falling reverse DDT.)
JR: There's the Afterthought, and Jessica is out of it.
Brutus: Amiko's dignity may be an afterthought, as well.... not only will Stylez retain, but he'll get his final middle finger to Black Rose.
(PerfectSean tries to revive Tina, but Tina seems possibly concussed. PerfectSean yells at her to wake her ass up. After a moment, referee Carl McNamara comes running down to the ring, and seeing Tina still groggy and not moving, he enters the ring. PerfectSean and Stylez go to lift Jessica up, and suddenly Amiko springs off the top rope. She goes for a hurricanrana to PerfectSean, but he hangs on to her legs, as Christian grabs her as well. The two hold her up for a second, and then she twists her body, taking them both down. Both Stylez and PerfectSean roll out of the ring. Rob Hanes tries to help Christian up. Amiko then springs up to the top rope and balances for a second before coming off with a shooting star down on PerfectSean and Stylez, taking all three men down.)
JR: What an amazing maneuver!
Brutus: Amiko's pulling out all the stops to make sure we don't see her degrade herself in front of Christian Stylez.
(Amiko goes to revive Jessica, and as the two ladies roll to the outside, conferring and regrouping, Stylez and PerfectSean are getting to their feet. Stylez and PerfectSean rush at Amiko and Jessica, and a fight ensues. Stylez and Sean begin clubbing both ladies down, fighting them across the aisle and towards the ramp. When they get to the top of the ramp, Amiko rakes PerfectSean's eyes and jumps on his back with a sleeper hold. He throws her off with force to the steel ramp. Amiko arches her back. Jessica begins fighting back against Christian with elbow shots to the face. She backs him up a few steps, when suddenly PerfectSean comes from behind her and beats her down with a club to the back. PerfectSean and Stylez begin beating her down.)
JR: This has broken down into nothing short of an assault.
Brutus: Yeah, poor Carl McNamara's trying to straighten things out, but he came in late...
JR: Hell, I've kind of lost sight of who the legal men are at this point.
Brutus: Legal persons, Jimmy, remember, being PC is your friend.
(Stylez and PerfectSean club Jessica down and begin beating her with clubs to the back, but then Amiko jumps PerfectSean from behind and takes him down with an enziguri. PerfectSean stumbles away, and Amiko begins peppering him with rights. As he does this, Christian knees Jessica in the gut and attempts to run her face forward into a steel support strut for the IEW Jumbotron. Jessica blocks, and then she rams Christian's face into the steel. Christian stumbles away, and then Jessica follows after him. She catches up to him, but he surprises her with a rake to the eyes. Jessica stumbles backwards, and she teeters on the edge of the stage without falling over.)
JR: What a close call!
(Christian suddenly charges at her, looking to boot her and knock her over the edge, but Jessica moves out of the way. Christian then halts himself right at the precipice of the edge of the stage, but he also stops just short of going over. Suddenly, still on the edge of the stage, as he turns around, Jessica plants a kiss on his lips, and follows it up with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. A dazed Christian teeters on the edge of the stage, and then he falls off into a large dumpster filled with construction equipment and unused and destroyed padding.)
JR: Oh my god! Jessica just annihilated Christian Stylez with the Femme Fatale!
Brutus: He fell off the stage, if ever's the chance for you, Jessica, now's the time!
(Jessica sees Christian, knocked out at the foot of the stage, laid out in the dumpster, and then a hard look comes over her face. She walks over to the support legs of the IEW-tron and begins climbing up the side of it, using the metal rungs as hand and footholds as she makes her way to the top.)
JR: Wait... what's this?!
(Meanwhile, Amiko and PerfectSean have fought back to the ring, where a groggy Tina is pulling herself up. Amiko goes to slam PerfectSean's head off the apron, but he switches her around and rams her back first into the side of the apron with force. Amiko shouts in pain and stumbles forward, holding her lower back. PerfectSean rams her back into the apron again and rolls her onto the apron. He gets in himself, and as he does, he pulls Amiko's feet so that they're dangling from the middle rope and hits a vicious spike DDT. He gives her a cocky grin.)
JR: The action is continuing on two fronts, with two different referees.
Brutus: I'm confused, Jimmy, hold me!
JR: I will not! But what in god's name is Jessica doing?
Brutus: She better not look down, that'll suck.
JR: No, don't you see what this means? Don't do it, Jessica!
(Jessica makes her way to the top of the IEW Jumbotron, looking down over 30 feet to Christian, still trying to revive himself in the dumpster at the bottom of the stage. Jessica steps to the edge of the Tron, takes a breath as she crosses herself, and then she flies off the top of the Tron with a senton, crashing into Christian down in the dumpster down below! The crowd erupts, as a cloud of dust puffs up, obscuring the action. The crowd begins a massive "Holy shit" chant.)
JR: OH MY GOD!!
Brutus: Holy shit is right!!
JR: Did you see that?! Jessica just jumped from the top of the IEW-tron all the way to the depths of hell to take down Christian Stylez!
Brutus: The hate between these two has grown into something so fierce it can't be contained, it's like superhate!
JR: Jessica put the nail in the coffin of Black Rose's bitter archrival. But will there be anything left standing when the dust clears?
(The crowd is still buzzing, with "IEW" chants. In the ring, PerfectSean was distracted by Jessica's jump from the top of the IEW-tron, and then he turns to see Amiko getting up. PerfectSean tunes up the band with one leg quickly, and goes for a superkick. Amiko ducks, runs to the ropes, and then she flies towards PerfectSean on the return, coming in with a satellite headscissors into an armbar and neck submission. PerfectSean yells and thrashes violently as the hold is cinched in. On top of the stage, Carl McNamara is coughing violently and waving his hand to try and clear the cloud of dust. As the dust clears, it becomes apparent that both Jessica and Christian are laid out in the middle of the dumpster, amid a pile of ruined garbage. Carl turns over a board, and sees that Christian is limply laid with one arm over Jessica.)
JR: Wait, get a better camera shot of that!
(It's apparent that Jessica's landing in the dumpster caused the trash to shift, and the impact knocked them both out. Stylez' body limply fell over Jessica. Carl looks around, not sure what to do, and he drops down. Simultaneously, in the ring, PerfectSean sinks to his back with the hold applied, and Amiko tightens it ruthlessly. His free arm is wavering over the mat. On the ramp, Carl starts counting a pin... as PerfectSean's hand comes down and he begins to tap out.)
1...
2...
3!!
(Amiko releases the hold and exits the ring, pacing over to a dumbfounded Rob Hanes and yanking the videotape out of his grasp.)
JR: They did it! Black Rose has done it! Amiko saved her dignity by making PerfectSean tap out!
Brutus: I don't think so... actually, I think we may need to have a recount, because something's off about this.
(Carl McNamara begins conferring with Tina Garcia, as EMT's come out to check on a lifeless Jessica. The crowd is buzzing, and getting behind her with "Black Rose" and "IEW" chants. Stylez is helped out of the dumpster by EMT's, and he can barely stand even with help. Carl motions that he made a count, and Tina tells him she made her decision. The two confer for a second. Amiko watches this all carefully. Carl motions to the IEW-tron, telling them to watch a replay, and the replay shows on a split screen, the motion of Carl's hand hitting three as PerfectSean taps out.)
JR: I see the problem, PerfectSean tapped out just a second after Carl's three-count.
Brutus: So they're both technically winners? That's lame!
(Before anything else cvan be done, Amiko stomps on the videotape, shattering it.)
JR: Well, if nothing else, Amiko seems to have won the right to put that behind her... but her partner paid quite a price.
Brutus: And most importantly, the KOC win!... Technically. Christian is still the champion, right?
JR: It seems so.
The Mic: Here are your winners, the KOC... and still the IEW Intercontinental Champion, CHRRRRRRIIIIISTIAAAAAN STYYYYYYLEEEEZ!
(Amiko walks over to her partner, embracing her, as the EMT's load Jessica up onto a stretcher. The crowd is building a loud chant for her as she slowly raises a hand, signifying her well-being.)
JR: Say what you will, but tonight those young ladies gave it everything they had, and even if they came short of ultimate victory over Christian Stylez, due to the fearless nature of Jessica Matheson they came out winners.
Brutus: And now they can put this dark period behind them.
The Mic announces first Phoenix and then the reigning and defending World champion Jason Twisted.
*The triquetra symbol starts to flash on the big screen, sort of like a heartbeat. The opening guitar riffs of “How Soon Is Now” by Love Spit Love starts up and images of magical proceedings appear on the screen interspersed with footage of old Phoenix Halliwell matches.
“I am the son… and the heir…
“I am human and I need to be loved…
“Just like anybody else does.”
“The Charmed One” himself comes out from behind the curtains and walks down the aisle towards the ring. Pyro and fireworks go off as he walks. Once he enters the ring, he removes the coat, glasses, jeans and T-shirt and stands ready to wrestle. Before his opponent arrives though, the music is turned down, the house mic lowers down from the ceiling and the following is heard from Phoenix Halliwell:
“Powers of the witches rise
Course unseen across the skies
Come to he who calls you near
Come to me and settle here.”
The house lights come all the way up and Phoenix Halliwell is ready to wrestle.
(The arena lights dim to a pale blue filter as the IEW-tron screen fills with static. Suddenly, the opening chords of "Aenema" by Tool filter through the PA. The words "Welcome to the School of Punishment" flash on the screen through the static, and then the static is replaced by images of Twisted using various moves, locking in the Straight and Narrow and School's Out submissions, hitting people with his kendo stick, nailing the Twisted Cut.)
Some say the end is near,
Some say we'll see armageddon soon,
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow
(Slowly, Jason Twisted emerges from the back, wearing his "School of Punishment" hoodie, his head tilted down. He's carrying his kendo stick in one hand, the World title belt laid across his shoulder and he slowly looks up as the camera gets a shot of his face looking around the arena with a snarl, then he turns to the ring. Twisted makes his way down the ramp, and he slowly climbs up onto the apron. He turns to stand on the apron facing the crowd, his head bowed, and then he holds his arms out at his side in a crucifix pose with the World title in his right hand.)
Cause I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way,
I wanna watch it all go down,
Mom please flush it all away,
I wanna watch it go right in and down,
I wanna watch it go right in,
Watch you flush it all away...
Time to bring it down again,
Don't just call me pessimist,
Try and read between the lines,
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend,
I wanna see it all come down.
(He tilts back his head and screams to the crowd, and pushes his hood back. He hands the World title belt to the ref as the song fades out.)
Kyle Mackal displays the belt and the match is under way. Halliwell takes the point early and often, using solid takedowns like hip tosses and arm drags. At one point, he catches Twisted in a powerslam for a two count that makes the champion take true notice of the challenger. Halliwell locks in a simple stepover toehold and begins to apply the pressure to Twisted. Using his superior power, Twisted kicks him off repeatedly, but Halliwell always seems to find a way to go back to the hold. Twisted gets to the ropes and Mackal calls for the break, and Jason rakes Phoenix’s eyes. Twisted starts to get some punches in on Halliwell, who fights back strongly until Twisted surprises him with a double leg dive. The champion turns Halliwell over and locks in the Vicious Cycle leg hold. Halliwell is determined, however, and turns around behind the back of Twisted and locks in a head scissors. Twisted then stands up, trying to shake the challenger off, but Halliwell sits up and then falls back with a sudden reverse hurricanrana, the Wendigo! Phoenix goes for the pin!
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Kickout!
Twisted rolls out of the ring to make some space, but Halliwell follows with a plancha that drops the champion! Halliwell takes some damage as well, and both men just barely beat the count to get back into the ring. Halliwell tries to catch Twisted by surprise with the Wiccaning jackhammer, but Twisted blocks and hits a vertical suplex of his own. He picks up the challenger and hits some 3-punch combos that drive Halliwell to his knees. Twisted then pops Phoenix in the chops with a knee. Phoenix falls into the corner, where Twisted hits the Crucible kick. Twisted lifts Halliwell up, while daring the crowd to do something about it before he dispatches his challenger. He smiles broadly as he bends to lift Halliwell into the corner. Suddenly, the challenger hits a strong kneelift that stands up the champion. Halliwell grabs the left arm, raises it up and hits the Athame heart punch! Twisted falls to the mat, grasping his chest. Halliwell dives for the pin!
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Twisted snakes a leg over the rope, breaking the hold. Halliwell then stomps Twisted in the chest, and calls for the Vanquish. He walks around the ring, sizing Twisted up before applying the hold. The leg damage from earlier shows up on the face of the champ, but he does not submit. Instead, using his superior height, he reaches back and trips Halliwell forward to break the move. Halliwell is surprised, but spins around again trying to hit the hold. Twisted then kicks him away with a heel kick to the head. Halliwell staggers. Twisted tries for the Twisted Rage chokeslam, but Halliwell floats out and hits the Triquetra. Halliwell, sensing a chance at victory, muscles Twisted up to the top corner facing the outside. Phoenix goes to the top and signals for the Spell! Twisted fights to break up the move, and starts to rise up to the top. The crowd, anticipating danger, begins to “oooh” as the pair fight on the top corner. Halliwell pulls back with a big right, but Twisted blocks and hits the Twisted Cut from the top!
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Twisted wins!
(Twisted celebrates, holding the World title up in the air, as Phoenix looks on, disappointed. Twisted motions to the fans to get them fired up, and he gains a large mixed reaction, edging towards more people cheering for him. Twisted smiles, taking in the crowd's reaction, and then he looks at the title, and shakes his head. He calls for a mic.)
Twisted: You know... lately, I've been giving a lot of thought in my mind, to where this journey to becoming the IEW's World Heavyweight Champion has taken me over the past year. I reflected on all of it... the highs, the lows... the good times and the bad. But the one question I kept being asked, was "did I do what I set out to do when I set out on my path"? It took facing you, Phoenix, to provide one of the key clues. You see, the more I watched you proclaiming that this wasn't about winning the favor of the people, this was about you winning the championship... and all the arrogant assumptions that follow with that, the more I ask, is that what people expect of me? When I started out, I wanted to clear the IEW's main event scene of arrogant "savior" types like Tommy Contour and Malachi and Matt Rison, men to who winning the belt and leading the IEW into a golden age was just a matter of people looking up to them because they want the validation to their ego. And men like you, Phoenix, are their spiritual successor... but me? I've never wanted to be that. At the start, my legacy would be that I didn't speak for just one camp or the other, the black hats or the white hats... I spoke for each and every one of you people in the middle, who wanted no part, who were crying out for something different, who were crying out for a man who would do what's neccessary to make the IEW into something decent, instead of a conglomeration of petty little men who just want to hold a shiny gold belt.
(He takes a deep breath.)
Twisted: And sometimes, that need took tactics that weren't always the most savory but I always, always kept in mind my promise made a year ago... that my title reign would not be a dictatorship, but a new day filled with promise for each and every one of you. So... did I accomplish this? As I turned this over in my mind, the only question left wasn't whether I did what I wanted, but where to go from here? And I realized something... that if left unchecked, I'd run the risk of losing sight of it. Why I do what I do. I never wanted to become one of those old guard who stays at the top just because they have nothing left in their empty lives. We've seen men like Jaye Doyle, Deth Squad, Rizzo, come back and come back and come back, and not to knock them... but that's not me. I can honestly say, that I can look back at what I've done and feel pride, not unfulfillment... and I can look at my life now, and what I've been doing, instead of swimming in a pile of money like Scrooge McDuck, I've been giving back. That's a lesson that no one else would have tried... giving something back. To the people. To the community. To you, the fans. That's my legacy... that instead of living for personal greed... what I did, I did to give something back. And so... with that...
(He takes a deep breath, a long sigh... and looks at the World title.)
Twisted: The time has come for me to step away from the IEW.
(The crowd explodes into a large, confused buzz.)
JR: What?!
Brutus: I can't believe what I'm hearing!
Twisted: I hold strongly to the belief that you know when your time has come. I'm entering my middle-aged years, and while by far not an old man... I've lived quite an interesting life. It's been one of constant battle and suffering... and now's the time for a little peace and quiet. That's all the dream's ever been about -- peace and quiet. I've accomplished everything in my career I set out to do. Tag Team Champion, Anarchy Champion, Intercontinental Champion, World Champion. I've taken the best of everyone put before me. I have known pain. I have known loss. I have known suffering. And I have known triumph. People can mock it all they want but I've been the man who was never satisfied with where I am and how I was doing... and I have never stopped trying to better myself.
(The crowd is starting a "Please don't go" chant. Twisted paces around the ring.)
Twisted: So... Sicko, Hightower... come on out here, I have something to say to you both.
("Toxicity" by System of a Down hits on the PA almost immediately, and Sicko and Hightower come walking out, grave looks on their faces. They make their way to the ring. Once they get inside, Sicko and Hightower begin trying to reason with Twisted, but he holds his hands up.)
Twisted: Boys, let me just say this has been a tough decision... but ultimately I think it's for the best. You two have been good partners, good friends, and two of the most loyal soldiers to a cause that I've ever seen. Even if our methods don't always converge... you two have dedication to your craft and I admire that. So, with that said, I release you two from any obligations to me and my name as leader of our group. You two can continue on in the Inner Circle name, you can do whatever you want. Just know, I'm always here if you need advice.
(Hightower looks sad. He slowly extends his hand, and Twisted shakes it. Twisted and Sicko exchange a quick bro-hug.)
Twisted: And as for my World title, I --
(Suddenly, "Machinehead" by Bush plays over the PA, and Warpath comes walking out.)
JR: It's Warpath!
Brutus: Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse!
(Warpath looks at Twisted in a semi-bewildered expression. He climbs into the ring calling for a mic, Twisted is looking at Warpath confused.)
Warpath: I don't think you want to finish that sentence Jason. You said you accompolished everything you set out to do in your career right?
(Twisted nods his head.)
Warpath: Look Twisted you and I have as complicated a history as you can get. I mean we've been friends and brothers, we've been enemies and I think it's safe to say we'll never be friends again. Fact is we may have the longest running rivalry in the IEW's history. Despite all we've put each other through, the one constant is that I respect the hell out of you and what you've given to this business, but you're wrong about one thing.
(Twisted raises an eyebrow.)
Warpath: You haven't accomplished everything yet! One task still remains. Think real hard on this one. You and I have had many battles but we are yet to find closure on our war. Like you I'm not perfect. I've never claimed to be. I've lost battles, I lost one tonight to that irritating pest The Red Hood and that situation will be rectified in due time, I promise you that, however right now is about us. Point is, neither of us is accustomed to losing the final combat. One way or another we both always win. I mean look at our history we have just here in the IEW. We have tore through one opposition after another and nobody can squabble against that. Where I'm getting at Jason is for the last two and half years theres been one too many roosters in the hen house. Meaning you and me, and through our altercations, the question is still being asked...who's the best. All of our encounters have ended either through technicalities or outside hindrance. Who is the true dominant powerhouse of the IEW...is it you or is it me? I know you and if you're gonna close the book on your career, you want it closed with all doubt put to rest. I say we find out. What do you say Jason. One more match?
(The crowd begins a loud "one more match" chant.)
Twisted: You know what, Warpath, let me stop you right there... I'm glad you brought that up. Because you're right, there's been too much unfinished business between us. And I know you'd never be content with letting me walk out the door without getting your answer... and I know damn well, that it is the question that would plague me long after I was gone, the "what if" game. And you're right, you and I have a long history... an ugly history... of screwjobs and betrayal and underhanded tactics and cheating... so the question is, where do we go from here to close that out?
(A devious smile crosses Warpath's face.)
Warpath: Since you brought up screwjobs... then I think it's only fitting that I lay out this idea... that we go back to the beginning, where your ascendance to the top of the IEW all began. Because it has to be said, before you came up against me, you were just finding your way in the IEW to the feared competitor you now stand as. But it was one high water mark that set the bar for your more ruthless outlook on life, and one match in particular that made both of us stars and brought prestige to our careers and the Anarchy title. I'm talking of course about our House of Pain match at Mortal Sins, two and a half years ago. In that match, we took each other from pillar to post, fought through blood, pain and unimaginable suffering in a contest pitting the toughest against the toughest... but you didn't beat me, did you, Jason? You had to have Downfall's help to pick up the victory.
(Twisted looks annoyed.)
Warpath: So if there's any way to close chapter of the Warpath and Twisted rivalry... that question raised in that match has to be definitively answered.
Twisted: Then why don't we just get right down to it and finish it there? You versus me, one more time, next week on Mayhem... IN A HOUSE OF PAIN MATCH!!
(The crowd erupts into a stunned burst of a pop.)
JR: WOW! Twisted and Warpath have laid down the challenge for one last match between them... in a House of Pain match!
Brutus: The most brutal match in the IEW's history, and this is going to be how Twisted goes out!
JR: One way or another, we will get an answer, who is the better man between them!
(Warpath holds out his hand to Twisted. Twisted looks at it for a long moment, and then he shakes Warpath's hand... but then he pulls Warpath in close so that the two have an intense, eye to eye staredown.)