Dark Matches:

DM1: The Family vs. C&S Express
    In a short lived match, the newest addition to the IEW tag ranks defeated C&S express with a spiked powerbomb on Scheize..

On-Air Event

(As the arena lights go out, American Kryptonite by Five Iron Frenzy starts with the Bridge: “It was like the Manifest Destiny all over again, except, instead of taking and consuming everything in their paths for God, they did so with the same fervor and sense of entitlement for their new god... themselves.” A large flash of white pyro lights the arena as the song continues… “Buy, take, break, throw it away.” As smoke and black light flood the entrance Driz makes his way out wearing a nice blue pinstripe suit and tie, standing still for a brief second before making his way down to the ring, lights slowly raise down the walkway as fountain pyro flood the sides. As Driz makes his way to the ring he climbs over the top rope and moves to a corner where he stands up on the second turn buckle acknowledging the crowd. Climbing down Driz reaches for a mic and begins to circle the ring.) 

Driz: “Twisted the smell of the cheep booze that still permeates from your body from the years of abuse, did little to cover the sent of that lump of sh#t in your pants last week. Now be it from the incontinence brought on from being a down and out junky or from the surprise and the fear that you had got yourself into something way deeper than you had ever expected… remains to be seen. But the truth of it all is simple, one week ago in this very ring you walked in expecting some push over… you thought your life of taking and using and doing whatever you pleased, would simply continue unabated. And instead of all that, you ran smack dab in the middle of, a committed, prepared, and determined competitor. Driz is back and it’s not some stupid publicity stunt… its not some last ditch effort to give the fans one more show. Plain and simple it’s to make the lives of parasites like you and your little friends hell! The world is sick and tired of you all doing what you want and I am just the man to set you straight…” 

(Driz stops pacing and stares into the camera pointing with his index finger) 

Driz: “Twisted, this is far from over… your arrogance has wrote checks that no amount of money could ever repay, However your body will pay your debts, not buy turning tricks in the back alley to get another fix like your junky friends do… but in blood and broken bones! You may have been redeemed by your little pal downfall, but you are no where’s near redeemed in the eyes of the people… and from this point on I AM THE COLLECTOR! I AM THE ONE SENT BY THE PEOPLE TO EXACT THE MEASURE OF REVENGE THEY REQUIRE FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS! AND MAY MY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL…” 

(The crowd erupts in a chorus of cheers as Driz continues.) 

Driz: “You see Twisted you declared war on me, when you attacked me at my home, and unless my history is flawed two little battles have never constituted a war… This is far from over Twisted, the battles in this ring will continue, but there will be more to it… LETS SEE HOW STRONG YOUR RESOLVE REALLY IS TWISTED… I PROMISE YOU I WILL EITHER DESTROY YOU… OR SEND YOU BACK TO THAT SHIT HOLE YOUR LIFE SUPPOSEDLY JUST CAME OUT OF…” 

(Driz drops the mic and exits the ring walking up to isle to the cheers of the crowd…) 

JR: “Driz means business…” 

Brutus: “Whatever that old geezer is just letting the crowd get himself into a deeper mess than he already is.” 

Jimmy: Well here we are for this match up between the up and coming Dysciples and our very own former tag team Champions, the Salty Dogs.

Brutus: Yeah. Even I have to admit the Dysciples have SOME skill. Sop we’ll see how they fair. I kinda think they can pull off the victory against the Salty Dogs.

Mic: The following tag team contest is scheduled for ONE FALL. Entering first, weighing in at a combined weight of 441 lbs, they are former IEW tag team champions and they are accompanied by "Hammerhead" Harold Heyfish. Here are Bloody Eddie Cash and "Dirty" Calabaza Del Demonio. They are the…SALTY DOGS!

*Pirates by Bullets and Octane begins to play, and Cash and Demonio violently take to the entrance and arrive full of energy, with Heyfish at their side as he leads them to the ring. With several 'arrghs' the Pirates invade the ring and scurry up the turnbuckles and look far out into the crowd with a vicious excitement and curiosity. woe betide the men who are their opponents....*

Jimmy: Well the fans sure love the Salty Dogs.

Brutus: The fans don’t know anything.

Mic: Entering next, their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 505 lbs. Being accompanied by Trixie, here are Torment and Wrathchylde. They are… THE DYSCIPLES!

*“Sin” by Megadeth begins to play over the PA system. As the music starts names of everyone on the roster appear on the Video Screen one by one and then get drenched in blood. Trixie appears at the entrance alone. Her legs are slightly spread and her hands are done in fists sitting on her hips. Torment and Wrathchylde then come walking out from behind opposite sides of the curtain and begin to follow Trixie towards the ring. At ring side Trixie turns her back towards the ring. Torment and Wrathchylde then lift her up so she’s sitting on the ring apron. Torment and Wrathchylde then grab the ropes and lift their selves on the apron going through the ropes and then into the ring. Trixie then lies to one side and maneuvers her upper body and waist under the ropes. She then spreads her legs apart into a full split. Torment and Wrathchylde then grab her hands and lift her up as she flips backwards landing on her feet.*

Jimmy: Not a bad entrance by the Dysciples huh Brutus? Uh… Brutus?

Brutus: MAN< Trixie is hott. I wonder if she’d like to come here and keep me company, if you know what I mean.

Jimmy: Brutus, you’re hopeless.

DING! DING! DING!

*Eddie and Torment start in the center of the ring and circle before engaging in a fistfight. Eddie gets the upper hand and executes a NECK BREAKER. Then he quickly goes to the top turnbuckle and jumps off and hits a knee drop. Then he covers.*

1…

2…

KICK OUT!

Jimmy: One more second and the Salty Dogs would have won this match.

Brutus: Well, I guess the Dysciples are tougher than you give credit for. I mean it was a FREAKING KNEE DROP! Even your mom would have kicked out from that.

Jimmy: THAT’S IT! How many times do I have to warn you? *Begins choking Brutus and it brings Brutus to the floor.*

*Camera goes back to the action. Eddie goes and tags in Demonio while still holding Torment. Eddie holds Torment’s arm up. Demonio kicks Torment ion the side and Eddie goes to the apron. Demonio backs up and as Torment gets up Demonio goes for the Rope bounce 720 DDT. But when Demonio bounces off the ropes Torment grabs Demonio and executes a belly to belly brainbuster. Torment and Demonio are on the ground.*

Jimmy: What a comeback from Torment now if only he could get back to tag in Wrathchlyde.

Brutus: Come on Torment you can’t lose this to those pirates.

*Torment goes to tag in Wrath and Demonio tries to grab Torment’s leg. Wrath is anxious to get ion and Torment leaps and tags Wrathchlyde just as Demonio almost clasps Torment’s leg. Then Wrath gets in and begins to stomp on Demonio. Then Wrath pulls him up and both get in a fistfight. Then Wrath then executes a cradle pile driver. Heb goes for the cover.*

1…

2,,,

*Eddie breaks up the count.*

Jimmy: Wrathchlyde almost picked up an upset victory against the Salty Dogs.

Brutus: OH COME ON REF! That was a slow count.

*Then Eddie goes back to the apron and Demonio and Wrath run towards each other and clothesline one another to where they are both on the mat.*

Jimmy: What a collision. Whoever tags in their partner first is bound to be the victor.

Brutus: Come on Wrathchlyde! Tag in Torment!

*They both tag in their partners at the same time. Then Demonio and Wrathchlyde get into a brawl, as does Eddie and Torment. Wrath executes an atomic throw which sends Demonio to the outside and then he looks out to the crowd, as the crowd gives a mix reaction. Then as Demonio gets up Wrath jumps over the top rope with a catapult body press onto Demonio knocking them both out.*

Jimmy: What a high risk maneuver that is!

Brutus: Wow. That was some air. Now there are only the legal men in the ring.

*Eddie and Torment get into a fist fight. Then Eddie kicks Torment in the gut and goes for a reverse stunner, but Torment pushes Eddie into the ropes and when Eddie comes back torment lifts Eddie onto his shoulders for a fireman’s carry and then he then drops down bringing Eddie over his side into a spike pyle.*

Jimmy: OH! Eddie went for the Cutthroat Cutter, but Torment just turned it into the Deadly Spike!

Brutus: YES! GO FOR THE PIN!

*Torment covers.*

1…

2…

3…

DING! DING! DING!

Mic: And your winners, by pinfall, Torment and Wrathchlyde… THE DYSCIPLES!

*Trixie and Wrath get into the ring and celebrate with torment over their victory. Suddenly a voice cuts in over the scene in the ring. As the Dogs put themselves together in the ring.*

Voice: Well done! Very very well done!

(The crowd begins to boo loudly as Shayne Cross is shown slowly strolling down the aisle towards the ring holding a microphone in one hand, a black briefcase in the other.)

Cross: I’ve got to say I’ve seen some horrible defeats in my time but that might have topped them all! Well done for sure!

(As Cross nears the ring, both Dogs look down at him, turning their backs on the rest of the building. Cross looks up at them smiling.)

Cross: What? What’s the matter boys? Problem? Can’t handle the fact that your defeat was about as graceful as a fat man taking tap dance lessons? Well I’m sorry to break the news to you. But that isn’t the last time you’re going to be in agony this evening...

Jimmy: What an exciting match that was. The Dysciples are sure on a roll here in the IEW.

Brutus: They do seem to have quite the chemistry.

Jimmy: Right you are Brutus.

Brutus: So we have more to get through before the night is over. So let’s get on with it.

[The scene opens to inside Matt Rison's locker room where he appears to be getting ready for a date. He is wearing black khaki pants, as well as a black pullover shirt with white letters saying "I'm huge in Japan" across the chest, with an arrow pointing down over the abs with the words "Wanna See?". Matt Rison looks himself over in the mirror flexing his muscles.]

Matt: Yep, I sure am damn sexy!!! And even better, I feel like a million bucks.

[Matt Rison flexes his muscles some more as there is a knock on the door. Matt is caught off-guard momentarilly and begins looking frantically around for something.]

Matt: Just a minute.

[Matt Rison starts grabbing things on the counter and throwing them around before digging into his gym bag and pulling out a can of TAG bodyspray. Matt Rison sprays himself over really fast before shoving the can back into his bag. Matt Rison opens the door and looking back at him from in the hallway is Michelle. The first thing she does is read his shirt.]

Michelle: Matt, I'm leaving. I told you we were only going to be strictly professional.

[Michelle turns to walk away but Matt Rison reaches out to grab her hand.]

Matt: But I am keeping this strictly professional. This is my new t-shirt for merchandising.

[Michelle turns around to face him and gives him a strange look.]

Matt: What?!

Michelle: ...

Matt: You didn't think I'd wear a shirt like this for you did you?

[Michelle rolls her eyes.]

Michelle: The thought had never crossed my mind.

[Michelle then begins sniffing the air.]

Michelle: My!!! What is that odor?!

[Matt Rison gets a concerned but funny look on this face.]

Matt: Oh that must just be my wrestling gear.

Michelle: No, this is a really sweet odor.

[Matt Rison looks at her like he doesn't know what she's talking about. After Michelle gives Rison's locker room a quick lookover turns back to him in the doorway.]

Michelle: You know, Downfall wears stuff that smells like this.

Matt: Well, he must do it because he really likes you.

[Michelle moves in closer with Matt Rison actually making him nervous.]

Michelle: And I really like him for it!!!

[Michelle closes her eyes as she deeply inhales and begins thinking about Downfall. She embraces herself and puckers her lips as she leans forward towards Matt Rison. Matt Rison tries to duck out of the way but she sticks her arms out to brace herself as she falls closer to Rison who is now trapped face to face with her. She then opens her eyes and jumps backwards recomposing herself.]

Michelle: I'm terribly sorry!!! That won't happen again. I'll uh... I'll just be going.

[Michelle begins walking away again as Matt Rison reaches out to grab her hand.]

Matt: Michelle...

[Michelle just ducks her head while still facing away from Rison.]

Matt: I really need your help with something tonight.

Michelle: I just can't do it Matt. You could never take Downfall's place in my heart.

[Matt Rison lets go of her hand.]

Matt: But it's not Downfall's place I want. I want you to take your place with me...

[Michelle raises her head up.]

Matt: As my manager...

[Michelle turns to look at him.]

Matt: At the autograph table that is set up for the two of us in the lobby. Will you join me?

[Matt Rison holds out his hand.]

Michelle: Sure.

[Michelle puts her hand in his as Rison grins, which after her frustration causes her to grin, and they both walk off together hand in hand to the lobby "Woke Up This Morning" by Alabama 3 plays over the PA system as Chris Booth arrives through the curtain carrying his trademark 7 Iron. He takes a couple of practice swings as he makes his way down to the ring. He climbs in the ring and takes a few more practice swings before putting his 7 Iron in his corner. ]

JR- Here comes the former professional golfer turned wrestler Chris Booth. He has not had much success since he debut yet, but he has shown a lot of promise. 

Brutus- Hey isnt that the Sopranos theme song? 

JR- I dont know Brutus, I dont like that show. 

Brutus- Why your Mommy wont let you watch it? 

JR- Im going to ignore that comment. Anyway, as I was saying, we can only hope Booth gets motivated, picks up the slack, and becomes the wrestler I think he can be. 

Brutus- Thats not gonna happen here Jimmy. 

(The scene switches to the backstage area. Rizzo and Sean are walking and stretching, in anticipation of their match. Jaye Doyle and Titan enter the scene and the men exchange handshakes.)

Rizzo: *Directed at Jaye* Hey man, I never got to really say thanks for backing me up when big boy here was about to go all "Hulk smash" on my ass. I know you must've been conflicted, knowing how I can be and all. So, thanks for having faith in me my man.

Jaye Doyle: Yeah, don’t mention it. Hugh talked about respect last week and got on like a whine ass 'cause I don't respect him... but respect is earned, my friend, and over the years you've more than earned mine. Something didn't seem right and even the old Rizzo would never have hit and run like that. We've always met head on and if you were going to take anyone out, you wouldn't have lied about it. When you said you didn't do it I knew you were telling the truth, because that's the kind of man you are. Big guy needed to find that out for himself, though, and he did.

Rizzo: Thanks man. For that, just know me and Sean here have your back. Anytime, anywhere, if you need some additional backup, give us a shout.

Jaye Doyle: And you know you can count on us two as well. The Inner
Circle has been a thorn in both our sides. As matter of fact, they've been nothing short of pests to the entire IEW, and I think it's about time somebody showed those punks a thing or two and finally put them all in their place.

Rizzo: Amen to that. They remind me of that nephew we all have that is so annoying, and all you want to do is kick them in the throat. *To Titan* And you man, next time, have a little faith. I may still be an asshole, but at least I'm open and honest about it.

Titan: I already apologized once, I'm not apologizing again… What's done is done, but nothing is over and mark my words Warpath, Hightower, Sicko, and any one else who gets in my way will pay dearly for what happened. Jumping me from behind, costing Doyle here the IEW World Championship, and being gutless enough to frame you, are acts that will not go unpunished. I was certainly quick to react, but that was child’s play compared to what I plan to unleash on those responsible.

Sean: Oh, he wasn't asking for an apology my man. He was just making sure we cool. And I'm glad that we are. As for Inner Circle, I think we can handle them. As long us Grizzled Bastards stick together, we'll be alright.

Rizzo: Grizzled Bastards.... that has a certain ring to it.

Jaye Doyle: I'd say grizzled is an understatement, but as for bastards...

Rizzo: Hah, *smiles a bit and slaps on the sarcasm* Speak for yourself.

Titan: Well that's a trait I, for one, am willing to work on at the expense of those Inner Circle assholes.

Rizzo: Well guys, we have to get going. We got some ass whipping to do.

Jaye Doyle: Good luck my man. We'll be keeping an eye on things.

*The four men exchange handshakes
but as Titan and Rizzo shake hands, Titan pulls Rizzo in close.*

Titan: And for what it's worth, anyone who lays a hand on you two tonight, or Heidi for that matter, will have to deal with me in a very intimate encounter… one that they might not remember when they wake up, but one that they'll never forget, if you get my drift.

Rizzo: Oh, I do. *smiles wider*

*(The scene switches back to the ring. The intro to “The Game” by Disturbed begins to play and a series of neon green strobe lights begin to flash throughout the arena. Up on the jumbotron the words, “Embodiment… of Technical… Perfection” flash up on the screen. As the words kick in, a bright lights blares out of the wrestlers’ entrance illuminating the silhouette of a man. “Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do? Now that I have allowed you to beat me! Do you think that we could play another game? Maybe I can win this time? Darling, you can trust me completely. If you even try to look the other way, I think that I could kill this time.” At this point a huge fireball explodes at the wrestlers’ entrance and Jaye Doyle steps out through the flames. Doyle is wearing white tights with “Republic of” written up the right leg in alternating green and pink lettering and “Newfoundland” written up the left leg in the same lettering. He has on a white t-shirt with the phrase, “Man from the Granite Planet” written across the chest. Doyle takes this time to look around the crowd with an insanely intense look on his face. The crowd roars their approval and Doyle begins to make his way down to the ring. “It doesn’t really seem I’m getting through to you. Though I see you weeping so sweetly. I think that you might have to take another taste, a little bit of hell this time.” Doyle slaps the outstretched fans very enthusiastically as he picks up the pace and slides into the ring. Doyle takes off his shirt and tosses it into the crowd revealing the top of his pink singlet that has white and green alternating lettering that read, “Big Dog”. “You always wanted people to remember you. You leave your little mark on society! Don’t you know your wish is coming true today? Another victim dies tonight.” Doyle climbs up a turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air to another thunderous roar from the crowd. The music then fades out as Doyle limbers himself up in the ring. )


JR- Well Doyle is one of the premier wrestlers in the wrestling world. THis guy has done it all, ATLEAST twice. But you know, if Booth pulls off this upset, your looking at a huge boost to his career. 

Brutus- Come on, I hate Doyle, and I like Booths attitude but its still going to be a long shot. 

JR- You like Booths attitude, the guy is a a-hole. 


( The ref brings both men together, speaks for a moment and then calls for the bell. ) 



Ding Ding Ding 



( Jaye Doyle and Booth go face to face, Booths eyes are a bit below Doyles but the two stand at a still. Doyle signals for a lock up and Booth agrees. The two lock up and jockey for posistion. Doyle tries to roll Booth into a headlock but Booth ducks under and turns around. This time its Booth who calls for the lock up. Doyle goes for a lock up and this time Doyle gets control manages to hit a headlock take down, Booth quickly puts a hand on the ropes and Doyle has to let him up. Doyle locks up again and out powers Booth sending him back to the mat. Booth scampers away and gets back up. ) 


JR- Several lock ups, all seem to be in favor of the, atleast from his credentials, more experienced Jaye Doyle. 

Brutus- Come on Booth, Doyle is all bark and no bite. 


( THe two once again lock up, jockeying for posistion .... when all of a sudden ... 


"Pomp and Circumstance" the cliche graduation theme song plays over the speakers ... ) 


JR- Whats Hugh Bristics music playing for? 


( Doyle thinks the same thing and turns his head around, Booth takes advantage of this and gives Jaye Doyle and arm drag. Doyle hits the mat hard and Booth keeps in an armbar. The camera returns to the entrance way as "Pomp and Circumstance" is still playing .... 

Hugh Bristic has already emerged from the back and is walking down to the ring. As Doyle screams locked in a submission, Bristic circles the ring and heads over to the annoucers booth where he proceeds to pick up an extra headset and sit in a metal seat. ) 


JR- This wasn't a scheduled guest commentary ... 


( JImmy Rollings is shuffling through his notes. ) 


Brutus- Were being graced by Bristics prescence. 


( Hugh finally gets his head set on and sits down. ) 


Hugh- Thank you for the warm welcome Brutus. I see I come just in time to see Booth kicking Doyles tail, pun intended. 

Brutus- Ha ha! Thats funny! 

Jimmy- Shut up Brutus, Hugh your entrance distracted Doyle... 

Hugh- He should be more focused on his match. 



( In the ring Booth has put a knee to Doyles head and still has the armbar in tight. Doyle uses a burst of strength and gets himself face down on the mat. Booth has to change up the armbar a bit but keeps it on. DOyle pushes off with a much bigger burst of strength, like a one handed pushup and manages to roll Booth off of him. Booth rolls on the mat and stands up to meet Doyle. Doyle holds his arm in pain. ) 


Hugh- Hmph. 

JR- There we go Doyle, getting out of a bad situation. 


( Booth runs at Doyle and gives him a shoulder block, sending Doyle to the mat. ) 


Brutus- Hugh its great to have you here. But I have to ask why are you out here? 

Hugh- I told Doyle, while he "warms" up for our match at Unholy Ground, which by the way has been officialy scheduled, I was going to get a close look at him. I want to be completely prepared, the last time I wrestled Doyle was over a year ago. 

JR- Hugh you two fought at Injustice Served, and you had a match at Fully Loaded. 

Hugh- No, I fought Watchman at at INjustice served, and Watchman wrestled Watchman at Fully Loaded. This time, theres no hiding behind masks. 



( Booth picks up Doyle and whips him into the ropes, Doyle comes back and gets a back body drop! ) 


JR- Doyle is losing here, because of you Hugh. 

Hugh- No, he's losing here because he couldn't stay focused. And hes going to need to stay a lot more focused if he wants to beat me. 


( On cue Booth goes down for a cover and Doyle rolls him over into a cradle pin, the ref jumps down for a count but Doyle keeps rolling through and grabs Booths legs putting him into a Texas Cloverleaf! ) 


JR- What a reversal by Doyle. 

Hugh- I've done better reversals. 

Brutus- Yea, Hughs done better reversals! 


( Doyle keeps the move on and grins widely, enjoying the retribution. He lets go of the move and Booth stumbles up, Doyle hits the opposite ropes and runs at Booth hitting a HUGE clothesline which sends Booth into a spin in the air before he hits the mat. Booth crawls up in the turnbuckle corner and Doyle charges and runs at him with a flying forearm sending Booth further into the turnbuckle! ) 


JR- Doyle is really making a come back. 

Hugh- Come on Booth, think before you make a move. 


( Doyle drags up Booth and goes for a suplex but Booth pushes Doyle aside and comes off the ropes, Doyle prepares a clothesline but Booth ducks, Booth springboards off the other ropes hitting a moonsault right onto DOyle! ) 


Hugh- Now thats more like it! Keep it up Chris and I will invite that kid out for a game of golf at my country club. 


( Booth stays on for the cover ... 


One 



Tw... Strong Kickout! ) 


JR- Kickout just before the two. 

Hugh- Doyle wont be kicking out like that at Unholy Ground. 

Brutus- Yea Doyle wont be kicking out ... 

JR + Hugh- Shut up! 


( Booth gets up and breathes in deeply. His bad attitude starts getting the better of him as he is pissed he couldnt pin Doyle. Booth goes to lay the boots to Doyle but as he throws a boot Doyle catches it and turns it into an ankle lock! Booth starts writhing in pain and very quickly slides himself back and forth across the mat. ) 

JR- ANke lock, another reversal, and this could finish it for Booth. 


( Booth pushes up and rolls through, Doyle rolls also and keeps the move on. But finally Booth jumps and gets a rope. Doyle drags Booth right back into the center of the ring and picks him up by the leg. Booth hops on one leg toward Doyle and Doyle drags him into his body and right into a Belly to Belly suplex!! Doyle keeps his lock around Booths waist and picks him up for another! Doyle keeps the lock one more time and finally throws Booth with a RELEASE Belly to Belly suplex!! ) 


Brutus- WOW! 

JR- Even Brutus agrees Hugh, it looks like DOyle is warmed up! Triple Belly to Belly rolling suplexes! 

Brutus- I wasn't agreeing Jimmy! 

Hugh- Thats fine, I want him warmed up ROllings. You think I want out match to be quick at Unholy Ground. No I am looking forward to kicking his ass for a while. 

Brutus- Yea Hugh wants him to be warmed up. 


( Doyle covers booth ... 



ONE! 






TWO! 




THR.. Booth kicks out! ) 



JR- Well that makes Booth look good. 


( Doyle smirks and gets up. He turns to face the annoucers and points to Hugh. ) 


Hugh- Watch where your sticking that finger DOyle, focus on your match! 


( Doyle turns around and picks up Booth. Booth fights off Doyle and Doyle backs up again. Booth charges but Doyle swings an arm inbetween his legs and picks up his opponent with a firemans carry. Doyle then swings the firemans carry into an acecrusher over his shoulder! ) 


JR- Dog Daze!!! 

Hugh- Damn it! 


( Doyle gets up again and looks toward Hugh one more time, mouthing "this is for you." Doyle gets up to the top rope... ) 


Brutus- What is that idiot doing, he should pin now. 

JR- He wants to make an impression on our guest commentator Brutus. 

Hugh- Jimmy, shut your hole, you have one job here and thats to announce the play by play! So keep your nose out of other peoples business. 



( DOyle comes off the top turnbuckle with a guillitine leg drop right across Booths neck!!! Doyle stays on Booths chest/neck and just hooks a leg with his arm .... 

The crowd chants the pin ... 


ONE! 




TWO! 




THREE! 



JR- What a win for Doyle!! Wooooo! 


( The camera pans back to the announcers table. ) 


Hugh- Every dog has his day, today may have been it, but Unholy Grounds wont be. 


( The Game by disturbed hits the speakers. ) 


JR- No Hugh, you just cant stand the fact that Doyle kicked ass today, has kicked ass his entire career, and is going to kick your ass at Unholy... 


( Before Jimmy can even finish his statement, Hugh shoves Jimmy into his seat and sends the seat rolling back a bit. Hugh stands up abruptly and rips off his head set. ) 


Brutus- JImmy you alright? 


( The mood destroyed, Jimmy responds calmly. ) 


JR- Yea Brutus, man I hate this guy. 


( Doyle has seen this and leaves the ring. He comes down to the annoucers table where Hugh has a one finger greeting for him. Doyle gets into Hughs face. Hugh smacks Doyle across his face and Doyle rears back and pushes Hugh right back into his chair! ) 


Brutus- We might be seeing Unholy Grounds early!! 


( Hugh gets up again pissed, looks at Doyle square in the eye and then smirks. He steps over the guard wall and exits through the crowd backwards, all the while pointing at Doyle and saying ... "Wait till Unholy Ground" ) 


JR- Well there is certainly a lot of tension here, and we will be seeing these two international stars at Unholy Ground, finally trying to settle a year long grudge. 

*Scene opens up backstage where croc is being looked at by Dr. Harry Lilo. Croc is bandaged up from the hardcore match with Lion last week in Indiana. Croc is groaning in pain as Dr. Lilo touches him in carious places and Croc tries to move. Then out of nowhere Lion runs out and attacks him smashing him over the head with his trademark barbwire baseball bat.*

Jimmy: WHAT THE HECK! I thought Lion was safely locked inside of that insane asylum.

Brutus: I told you to believe that Lion was going to come after Croc like he said.

*Lion takes Croc and puts him in a powerbomb position then he just gives croc three powerbombs and a chokeslam where the chokeslam finish puts croc right through the table. Then Lion takes the Anarchy title and spits upon it as He just fist drops it across Croc’s face. Lion then grabs his baseball bat and begins to grind Croc’s face with it. Lion then begins shouting at Croc.*

Lion: I TOLD YOU! Next week, Unholy Ground, YOU’RE REAR END IS GRASS AND I’M THE FLAMETHROWER THAT WILL BURN YOU ALIVE! Enjoy the belt while you can, because I WILL stain your blood on it AGAIN. Oh and don’t think I’m done with you yet.

*Lion grabs a steel chair and drapes it over Croc’s face then Lion sets up another steel chair and then climbs on top of it.*

Jimmy: Oh no. Someone needs to stop this.

Brutus: Why? This is just starting to get good.

*Lion jumps off and hits a leg drop onto the chair onto Croc. Croc rolls grabbing his face. Each time Croc rolls, blood stains the floor. Lion grabs his leg yet has an evil smile on his face. Lion then starts to get up and steps on Croc’s foot and then with his free foot, Lion begins stomping onto Croc’s leg as security busts in. They try to separate Lion, but Lion grabs his bat and begins beating Croc with the top of it. Yet since Lion had to grab the barrel, his hand is starting to bleed as well. They pry Lion off as Lion yells obscenities at Croc. Camera then goes back to the announce table.*

Jimmy: It’s about time security intervened.

Brutus: Man why do they always have to ruin the fun. 

Jimmy: You haven’t even been hearing anything I said.

Brutus: Not really.

Jimmy: Figures.

Brutus: Well, let’s get on with the rest of the night.

Mic: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall. First off, making their way to the ring, the team of the Grassy Knoll Assassins, RIZZO AND SEAN DUBOSE!!!

*"I Shot the Sherriff" by Bob Marley starts up. Rizzo and Sean makes their way to the ring, slapping hands with fans on the way down. Both men get in the ring and they huddle in the corner to discuss strategy.*

Mic: And their opponents, the self proclaimed Messiah, TOMMY CONTOUR AND REVEREND ROGEAU!!!

*The entire place goes dark and the Large Screen turns on and an old fashioned countdown for old films appears. It counts down from 5......4......3......2.....1... SHOWTIME! 

"Prayer" by Disturbed plays very loudly as fog machines kick in and pour out heavy fog as Tommy "Showtime" Contour stands in a Jericho Style Pose until the lyrics kick in. When they do, Tommy quickly spins around and puts his arms in the air, receiving many boos from the crowd. He walks out of the fog and jumps up and down to get ready for the match. Behind him, Reverend Rougeau walks out of the fog as well, carrying "The Script of Life", Director-ism's most holy text book. He stands beside Tommy and smiles as the pair of them make their way to the ring. Tommy and Rougeau use the steel steps and enter through the ropes. Tommy points to him self with a cocky smirk. He turns towards Reverend Rougeau , who holds out the "The Script of Life". Tommy falls on both knees and places his hand on it, as if he was praying. After a quick moment, Reverend Rougeau steps on the apron, as Tommy warms up in the ring.*

JR: We are here commercial free awaiting the in-ring debut of Reverend Rogeau.

B: Yeah, but Tommy is going to start the match. It’s an obvious choice to send the one with more experience. Rizzo is the first in the GKA corner. Tommy and Rizzo lock up and Tommy gets in a hammerlock. Rizzo is trying to get to his corner, but Tommy holds him back and wrenches his arm. Tommy then twists Rizzo around into a wristlock and tags in Rogeau.

JR: Rogeau comes in and gets some action for the first time in IEW history! Tommy still holds on as Rogeau drives Rizzo’s shoulder with his own elbow. Tommy then releases the hold and steps back into his corner. Rogeau stomps on Rizzo a few times while he is still down. Rogeau then grabs Rizzo’s wrist, but Rizzo somersaults forward and twists the arm back and now Rogeau is the one in the hold!

B: Rogeau is showing his weak ring skills. Rizzo trips Rogeau to the ground and he hits the mat hard. Rizzo then runs to his corner and tags in DuBose. DuBose comes in and runs at Rogeau, hitting a baseball slide. Rogeau convulses in the ring, holding his shoulder. DuBose then jumps on Rogeau’s shoulder, using the heel of his foot for added pressure!

JR: Oh god! Rogeau’s shoulder may be dislocated!

B: Poor Rogeau is helpless. The ref drops down to help Rogeau. DuBose taunts to the crowd, but Tommy rushes into the ring giving him a low blow from behind!

JR: How despicable! He knew the ref was tending to Rogeau and used it as a distraction!

B: Well, Rogeau’s shoulder plus DuBose’s balls equals an even match. The way I see it, Tommy was just getting back at Dubose for what happened.

JR: At any rate, the Directors are back in control. Rogeau slowly gets back up, favoring his arm. He locks DuBose in an awkward leg lock of sorts, but it is strong enough to stretch DuBose’s already damaged groin area. Rizzo jumps into the ring himself, but the ref holds him back. Meanwile Tommy runs into the ring and grabs one leg of DuBose while Rogeau grabs the other leg, and they rip his legs apart with a wishbone legsplitter!!!

B: DuBose’s goin is now severely stretched!!! He may not be able to walk!

JR: This is insanity. The ref finally comes back to chase Tommy back into his corner, but Rogeau just walks back and tags him in legally. Tommy comes right back out and applies a single leg crab to DuBose and he screams in pain! DuBose reaches for the tag, Rizzo reaches back. They are inches away... and DuBose makes the tag! The fans uproar as Rizzo comes in and takes it to Tommy. Rogeau comes in but Rizzo gives him the Flying Dutchman!

B: That modified firearm carry slam sent Rogeau into next week! Tommy gets up but Rizzo takes him down with a scoop slam. Rizzo then climbs the top rope and signals for an elbow drop. He dives, but Tommy rolls out of the way just in time! Rizzo’s went for it all in that move and it backfired!

JR: Tommy gets back up and goes to work on Rizzo, applying a cross face chickenwing. Rizzo wiggles around, but Tommy only holds on tighter. Rizzo finally finds some room to elbow Tommy in the ribs. Tommy releases the hold, and Rizzo runs to the ropes, bounces off, and drop kicks Tommy right in the mouth! Rizzo gets up and quickly grabs Tommy’s arms and bridges backward into the Shocker!

B: Tommy is in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go! He is in big trouble! The ref asks if his is going to tap out, but he refuses. Suddenly, Rogeau comes out of nowhere and decks Rizzo in the face with the The Script of Life! Rogeau then slides out of the ring before the ref can see what is going on!

JR: NO!! Tommy was about to tap out there! Now Rizzo is laying motionless and Tommy sees the opportunity. Tommy slowly gets up and gives Rizzo two thumbs down as he is trying to get up. Rizzo turns around and Tommy lifts him up and hits the Critic’s Review! Rizzo is decimated! Tommy pins his shoulders to the mat as the ref counts.

Ref: 1...

JR: No! Not this way!!

Ref: 2...






B: NO!!! DuBose comes in for the save at the last possible second! Tommy angrily gets up and clotheslines DuBose over the top rope, but they both go over. Rogeau comes in and punches on Rizzo a few times. Rogeau slams Rizzo down in a Russian leg sweep. Then Rogeau picks him up and whips him into the ropes and bends down as for a back body drop, but Rizzo jumps over Rogeau. He then bounces off the opposite rope and flips right over Rogeau, grabbing his arms on the way over into the Shocker!!!!

JR: What!! Rogeau doesn’t even realize what happened! Just like that his shoulderblades are being ripped out of their sockets! Rogeau taps out immediately under the pressure!

DING DING DING!

*Rogeau gets up favoring his injured shoulder. Meanwhile Tommy is busy throwing DuBose into the steel steps. Rizzo comes down to stare down Tommy but he runs up the ramp with Rogeau as "I Shot the Sheriff" plays on the PA system.*

B: What a great match, but in the end, it was the inexperience of Reverend Rogeau that cost the Directors the match. But from the look on Tommy’s eyes, this isn’t over yet!

[The scene opens to an empty wood table covered with Matt Rison memorabilia with two empty metal chairs sitting behind it. On the other side there is an almost endless sea of wrestling fans looking to get an autograph from the right hand man. The crowd gets loud and shoot off some snapshots as Matt Rison and Michelle walk into view still holding hands. As they approach the table Matt Rison grabs the chair on the left and pulls it out for Michelle to sit down. He then sits down at the chair to her right.]

Matt: Well, lets get started. I need you to sign the pictures for me since I can't write worth a lick wearing this cast. Then I'll follow-up with this stamp of approval, since I can still manage to get this to fit in my hand.

Michelle: Are you sure this is going to work? I mean, me signing your autographs and all.

Matt: Well if it doesn't work they won't be any more pissed than if we chose not to sign altogether. Besides, its still going to get my right hand stamp of approval. Now name any other wrestler who can do that? [Michelle doesn't reply, she just pulls a sharpie from where it hangs in her cleavage and begins signing Matt Rison to pictures and passing them over to be stamped.]

Matt: Woah!!! Woah!!! Woah!!! Hold on now!!! Michelle, just because you're not in this picture doesn't mean that you can't put your name on them too. I mean, two famous names on a picture. Now that'll make it really special!!!

[Michelle takes back the pictures she just signed and adds herself to them before passing them back to Rison. Matt Rison then pressed his stamp down onto the picture in the bottom right corner that says on a bar across the middle "Matt Rison" with a circle going around it, where above his name is reads "Right Hand" and underneath "Approved". Matt Rison then hands this to the first fan in line who looks at Rison disappointed at first, but then he looks closer at the picture and responds with a sign of appreciation by holding his fist out in front of Rison and Rison reaches up with his casted hand and they both bump
knuckles. Michelle sees this and laughs underneath the crowd noise as they continue to put out more signed and stamped pictures.]

JR: It sure is good to see her enjoying herself for a change.

B: She might be enjoying herself now, but she isn't going to enjoy it when Downfall finds out that this, of all things, is the reason why she isn't with him at ringside. 

(Jason Twisted is seen talking to Ray Clement next to the coffee machine. Suddenly, Leigh Beido walks up next to him. Twisted rolls his eyes, and to the person he was talking to, smirks and makes a little flapping mouth gesture with his hand. He turns to face Leigh.)

Twisted: Yes, Leigh, can I help you?

Leigh: I just got word from Pussy Valiant's office, Jason, at Unholy Ground, you're scheduled to face Steve Drisdelle.

Twisted: What the --?! (Looks back at Ray.) What? Why?!

Leigh: Well, he asked for a rematch with you, and Pussy gave it to him, simple as that.

Twisted: But I've already beaten him, Leigh, what's the point? Come on, now, this is ridiculous.

(Twisted walks away from them, towards his locker room. He looks down, and beside the door of his locker room, he sees a package. Curious, he looks at the little tag attached. It reads "Let's see how strong you really are - Driz" Twisted rips it open, and inside is a six-pack of non-alcoholic beer. Twisted stares at the six-pack, for a second as his rage builds, and he grits his teeth, yells "sonofabitch!!", and throws the six-pack across the hall. Several backstage workers all stare at him, he just gives them a dirty look and walks into his locker room.)

JR: Driz is playing mind games with Twisted!

The Mic: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, he hails from Wolverhampton, England and he weighs in at 220 pounds. He is the current reigning IEW Light Heavyweight Champion…. Malachi!

[The scene shows the arena, when suddenly the Jumbotron starts to flicker and get filled with static, causing the house lights to go on and off sporadically. After a few seconds, "Insomnia" by Feeder starts up, the arena lights cut out, and colored beams of light move randomly around the stage. The JumboTron flashes up the word "Malachi" along with Mal doing such moves as the hurracaranna, rope flip, Frog Splash, and his finisher "The Fallout." After a few seconds Malachi emerges on the stage, signaling to the crowd as they cheer. Then as the lyrics kick in, he stands at the top of the ramp sideways on with his left hand in his pocket and his right arm in front of him, and then he swings his right arm above his head with his fingers about to click, and as he brings it down, he clicks his fingers and their there are huge pyro explosions on either side of him on the stage. He then walks down to the ring greeting fans, climbs in, and gets onto the middle rope on one of the sides, holding the top rope with his left arm and signalling to the crowd with his right. He then goes to the other side of the ring and does the same.]

The Mic: And his opponent hails from Detroit Michigan and he weighs in at 275 pounds… Warpath!

[The lights go out. Shots of Warpath's former victims and winnings flash the big screen. Strobe lights hit, fog surrounds the stage, and then pyros explode as Warpath ascends from the back to "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie. He walks towards the ring with great intensity and purpose before sliding under the ropes and preparing for his opponent.]

Jimmy: This battle has been brewing for a while now.

*Warpath slaps Malachi hard. Malachi bounces back and lands a series of forearms as Tina Garcia calls for the bell. Malachi whips Warpath off the ropes and he hits a back elbow smash. Malachi bounces off the ropes and he clotheslines Warpath, but Warpath only stumbles backwards. Malachi charges again and into a big boot. Malachi stands up and he is met by a hard right ot the face by Warpath. Warpath executes an Irish whip, nailing Malachi with a clothesline as he bounces back. Malachi gets up slowly only to be kicked in the gut. Warpath takes Malachi of his feet, holds him in the vertical position for 4 seconds, and then Mal is dropped on his back with a hanging vertical suplex. Warpath covers.*


1….


2 Kickout.

Brutus: Warpatj is going to show this little punk what happens when you talk crap.

Jimmy: We’ll see. Malachi isn’t a champion because he’s a slouch.

*Warpath drags Mal to his feet. Warpath throws Malachi into the corner. Warpath runs right into a kick to the face. He tries again and Malachi hits another. Mal pulls himself up ton the 2nd rope and he nails Warpath with a flying elbow smash. Both men get up but Malachi is quick to go on the offensive. He lands a chain of kicks to the gut followed by a swinging neckbreaker. Warpath stands up and is tagged in the chest with a standing dropkick. Warpath gets to his feet. Malachi grabs a hold of him and Mal hits a side Russian legsweep. Malachi goes to the corner and he gets on the 2nd rope. Malachi flies and he hits a 2nd rope guillotine legdrop. Malachi covers.*

Jimmy: A quick flurry of offense and Warpath could be done for!

*Mal stands up and he continues the assault with a bunch of stomps. Malachi helps Warpath to his feet. Mal goes for an Irish whip that is countered by Warpath with a short-arm knee strike to the gut. Warpath slams Mal to the mat with a gutwrench suplex. Both men get up, Warpath faster than Malachi though. Warpath bounces off the ropes and he crushes Mal with a clothesline. Warpath picks Malachi up and he immediately plants Malachi with a belly to back suplex. Warpath goes for the cover.*

Jimmy: Warpath’s using his big power to wear down Malachi.

Brutus: It won’t be long until it overwhelms Malachi to the point of defeat.

*1….



2….


Thr Kickout.

Jimmy; Maybe Brutus, but not quite yet.

*Warpath stands up and he drags Mal up to his feet. Warpath whips Mal into the ropes. Malachi ducks a big boots and then he tags Warpath with a forearm smash to the forehead. Malachi springboards off the 2nd rope and he hits another forearm smash that sends WP to the mat. Warpath stands up and Malachi hits a fluttery of rights. Malachi scoops Warpath off his feet and he executes a body slam. Malachi drops an elbow across Warpath’s chest. Mal gets up and he climbs to the top. Warpath stars to stand up. Waprath gets to hiss feet and Malachi clobbers him with a top rope missile dropkick. Malachi covers.*


1….


2… Kickout.

Brutus: Aww, what a shame. Malachi just can’t keep the big man down.

Jimmy: Malachi’s really got Warpath on his toes. If he can keep up the pace, this match will definitely end in Malachi’s favor.

*Malachi gets to his feet as does Warpath. Warpath swings with a right. His momentum swings him around, allowing Malachi to take him down with a neckbreaker. Malachi stands up, helping Warpath to his feet as well. Malachi lands a quick boot followed by a DDT. Malachi goes to the corner and he goes back up top. Malachi flies with a frogsplash, but he hits nothing but mat because Warpath rolls out of the way. Warpath and Malachi both stand up slowly. Warpath applies a full nelson, and then he takes Mal down with a full nelson neckbreaker. Warpath gets back up and he peels Mal off the mat. Warpath whips Malachi into the ropes. Warpath catches Malachi on the bounce back and he destroys Mal with a powerslam. Warpath stays on top for the cover.*


1…



2…


Kickout!!

Jimmy; Yet again, Warpath can’t out Malachi away. I’m wondering how much this is going to start to frustrate him.

Brutus: Warpath’s just having fun. When he really wants to put Malachi away he’ll do so. 

*Warpath stands up and he argues with Tina Garcia. He is adamant about a three count, but Tina stands her ground. Meanwhile, Malachi pulls himself up and he waist for Warpath to turn around. Warpath turns around and he gets clocked in the chin with a superkick. Malachi drags Warpath to his feet and then he nails a German suplex. Malachi bridges for a pin attempt.*

Jimmy: What a great move by Malachi! This could spell the end for Warpath!!



1….



2… thr NO!!

Brutus: And just in the nick of time, Warpath kicks out. 

*Malachi rises and he lands a series of stomps to Warpath’s midsection. Malachi drags Warpath to his feet, but Warpath rakes the eyes. Warpath executes an Irish whip and he annihilates Malachi with a spinebuster. Warpath stands up and he taunts Malachi a little. Warpath pulls Malachi up and he throws the smaller man into the corner. Warpath charges and he sandwiches Malachi with a corner clothesline. Warpath drags Mal out of the corner and he throws Mal down with a quick powerbomb. Warpath covers.*

Jimmy; Good God, did you see how Malachi’s head bounced off the mat? He’s got to be out cold!

Brutus: We can only hope!


1…



2…



thre NO!!

Jimmy: He kicked out! I don’t know how he did it, but Malachi kicked out!

Brutus: BOO! I smell conspiracy!

*Waprath gets up and he screams at Tina, but once again Tina doesn’t back down. Malachi gets up behind Warpath and he dropkicks the big man in the back, which accidentally sends Malachi into the ref. Tina hits the mat and is out cold. Warpath turns around and he’s hit with a dropkick to the knee. Malachi bounces off the ropes and right into a tilt-a-whirl slam. Warpath gets up and he laughs a bit. He lifts Mal up and he nails a twisting implant DDT. *

Jimmy; The Silencer! That’s it!! But, the ref is out cold!

*Warpath goes for the cover, but there is no count. He gets up and sees Tina out cold. Warpath walks over to wake her up. As he doest, the crowd starts to cheer. Rizzo comes out of the crowd and into the ring, with his chair in hand. Warpath stands up and turns around. Rizzo jumps and destroys Warpath with a jumping chairshot. Rizzo walks over and he shakes Tina a bit. As she starts to come to, Rizzo drags Malachi over and he places Mal’s arm on Warpath’s chest. Rizzo exits just as Tina sees the men down. She counts.*

Brutus; NO! Not like this! Rizzo had NO business being out here!




1….




2….




3!

(DING DING!)

Jimmy: Malachi won! Granted, he had a little help from Rizzo, but you have to admit that Warpath had it coming.

Brutus: That was crap. Rizzo had no right doing what he did.

Jimmy: After the stunt Warpath pulled on him and Titan, this was nothing compared to what Rizzo could’ve done.

(As Warpath and Rizzo clear the ring, the crowd begins to stir with a chorus of cheers and boos as DarkDragon makes his way though the crowd. He climbs over the security barrier and looks at Malachi in the ring.)

JR: Oh great, what the hell is HE doing here?


Brutus: Isn't it obvious? He's about to make this show MUCH more entertaining....


(DD walks over to the announcers table and grabs a mic from it. He then slowly walks back round to the other side of the ring, all the while keeping eye contact with Malachi.) 

JR: Looks like he wants to get something off his chest.....

(Malachi signals for another mic. Whilst he is being presented with on, DD 
continues.)

DD: Why do you drag others in when they are not involved in this game? You have to remember it's me and you only at Unholy Ground. Also, you'll see this Dragon destroy the one with so many ancestral burials. You smell it, Malachi? Of course you don't, it's the stench of odor from those burials. All dug up and burned in a bonfire so big even Hitler's book burnings look 
like a controlled campfire for roasting marshmellows in comparison. {The crowd pops and cheers some for Dragon.} So, have you thought of a match to finish our game? Something fitting for a challenge?

(At this point, Malachi and DD are now standing face to face, just staring each other down.)


Malachi: (bringing the mic to his mouth) My my my.... you don't waste any time getting to the point, do you DoucheDragon? (the crowd gives off a little laugh amongst the cheers.) Well, you know what? I HAVE been thinking about a match to finish this off once and for all.... a match to prove to you just how wrong you've been about me all along.... a match to fit that deranged psyche of yours..... and in the end, I managed to think of one that'll not only have all the Malmeisters around the world cheering on at a wrestling spectacle of perfection!..... but also a match that'll drag us both to hell and back, because as far as I'm concerned that's the only way we're going to end this!

DD: Yeeesh, don't you jabber enough as it is. Get on with your point already, f**khead. I haven't got time for your meaningless blather.

Malachi: (with his trademark smirk on his face) Fine....... At Unholy Ground, I promise I'm going to make you suffer....... IN A HANGMAN HORROR MATCH!!!

(The crowd suddenly goes wild, with cheers and chants of "MAL-A-CHI! MAL-A-CHI!" breaking out.)

JR: Well if Malachi wanted to make a point he's not afraid of brutality, he just did it!

Brutus: It'll be his undoing, just you wait.

(DD continues to look Malachi in the eye. His reaction to Mal's statement is that of slight surprise, but that suddenly goes away when DD puts on a sadistic smile on his face.)

DD: A nice choice, Malachi. Feel all the rage you can, you wil surely need it when we fight each other. Remember though, this is my game, and i will make sure we if my assumptions are right about you.

(DD suddenly drops his mic and slaps Malachi across his face. The crowd react with a huge "Oooooooooooooooowwww!!!!" Malachi, with a sly smile on his face, slowly turns his head back facing forward, before spearing DD to the canvas. In doing so, the two men start throwing punches at each other, getting into a huge scrap, much to the crowds delight who are going crazy at this point.)

JR: These two can't watch until next week! They want to rip each other apart right now!!

(As they continue to brawl, several members of the security team from backstage come running down to the ring and attempt to break Malachi and DD apart. As they attempt to fists and legs start to fly everywhere as Mal and DD are still gunning for each other.)

JR: If people aren't careful, these two might actually kill each other.

Brutus: Well if that's the case, I know who I'm routing for!

JR: Don't we just.....

(With the crowd reaction from the last match still filling the air the scene switches back to the ring. The canvas has been covered with a black carpet and a large, give or take 60 inch, video screen has been lowered from the roof. In front of the screen sits a glass bar table with three stools in front of it. Behind that bar sits a variety of beverages of the alcoholic variety. Sitting in another part of the ring is a short coffee table with lounge style seats around it. Next to the bar itself is an easel with a red drop cloth covering it. The scene switches to Jimmy and Brutus sitting at the announce table.)



Jimmy: I'm really not sure what's happening here. During the short break we've had the IEW production crew came out here with all these props and no-one's telling us at all what's happening.



Brutus: It looks to me like someone's ready to have a party! High class! I wonder if I'm invited?



Jimmy: I highly doubt it. You bring about as much class to a party as Paris Hilton does to a nun's convent.



Brutus: Hey now... 



(As Brutus starts to talk the lights in the building drop. The fans jump to their feet as anticipation builds. The noise starts to build. There's still no light in the building when suddenly the video screen in the middle of the ring flickers to life.



To the tune of "The Kinslayer" by Nightwish blue and white stobelights start to flicker overhead as words begin to scroll across the video screen. The crowd is at a fever pitch as they're really not sure what to expect. The screen reads as follows... )



"Tonight. IEW will witness the beginning of a week not to be forgotten."



(The first line fades and another comes in.)



"Beginning with the debut of a very special new segment with a renowed and respected star."



(The crowd noise picks up even more.)



Brutus: New segment?! Who could it be?! Why weren't we told about this?



Jimmy: Relax a minute and I'm sure you'll find out.



(The music continues on as the last words fade as several more come up.)



"Welcome... To the Champion's Lounge."



(With that the entire arena goes dark again and the music stops. Leaving only loud crowd noise.)



Brutus: Whoever's doing that needs to stop it! I can't see a thing!



Jimmy: Afraid of the dark are you?



Brutus: What if I am? Whoever's doing this is just encouraging me to spend money at my psycholog...



(Brutus is suddenly cut off as the familliar sound of violins cut him off. The crowd's reaction turns immediately as the heavy opening bass line to "Clubbed to Death" by Rob D rings out through the dark building. White strobelights begin to flash around the entrance as the familliar shilouette of none other than "Class Act" Trevor Adams.)



Brutus: I take that back Jimmy. 



Jimmy: I figured you would.



(The shadowed Adams steps forward into the light of a single white spotlight as the rest of the building is bathed in a gold glow. He wears stylish jeans, polished black shoes and a crimson red silk shirt. As he slowly strolls towards the ring a shower of pyro rains down from near the entrance way. Behind him the grin of Shayne Cross can be seen in the darkness. He wears a Trevor Adams t-shirt, jeans and brown shoes. In his right hand is the very same briefcase that made an appearance on Mayhem. The crowd boos loudly the two approach the ring. 



Adams walks up the steps to his left, stopping at the top of them and looking around the capacity crowd as cameras flash and people boo him, before stepping between the ropes. Shayne walks over to the side of the ring and pulls himself up onto the apron, yelling at some front row patrons before flipping them off and jumping into the ring. Adams walks to the far turnbuckle and standing on the second rope, spreads his arms, palms upwards just below shoulder height and throws his head back, taking it all in with an evil grin. The crowd boos loudly once again though the cameras continue to flash. Cross takes a place behind the bar as Adams grabs a microphone. The lights in the building slowly come up as the crowd doesn't let up. Adams takes a seat on one of the bar stools, elbow on the bar with the mic in one hand and a sly grin still on his face.)



Adams: I... I take it you weren't expecting me?



(Crowd boos.)



Adams: Aw well that's just too damned bad now isn't it? Suprising though since the people of this city haven't seen a real star among them since Michael Jordan decided to pack his bags and get the hell out of this s*it hole. 



(The crowd boos again. Louder this time. Adams just smiles.)



Jimmy: Doesn't he still live here?



Brutus: Shut up.



(Adams waits for the crowd to die down before continuing.)



Adams: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the newest segment to light up the screens and ratings boxes of all you Neilsen families living rooms. The Champion's Lounge with your host, none other than the greatest performer this business has ever known and your Intercontinental champion... Me! The "Class Act" Trevor Adams!



(Crowd boos again but Adams continues, unphased.)



Adams: Unlike some other segments which we've all had to struggle through before this show is going to deal with nothing but the most important of issues and issues that effect not only this company, but the whole industry! I don't care if the powers that be want to hear that or not, this is live TV baby and whatever I say goes. I say the whole industry because lets be honest... When one thinks of professional wrestling there's only a few names that immediately jump to mind. One of them is Trevor Adams. Anything involving me has an impact on this industry as a whole and each and every last one of you, like it or not, know and ackowledge that! Very few people in the course of history have been able to alter entire companies like I have and you all know that when I speak it means something damn it.



(The crowd boos once more.)



Jimmy: This is terrible! Does his ego really need to get even bigger? Who's idea was it to give him his own show?



Brutus: Didn't you hear him? The entire industry demands it!



Jimmy: Demands?!



(The crowd quiets down once again as Adams stands up from the stool. He motions for Shayne to make them some drinks and Cross sets to work. Adams stolls over to the easel with the drop cloth over it. He looks around the ring for a moment.)



Adams: Yeah... Yeah pretty nice decorations around here. Seems to be missing something though. As this is called the Champion's Lounge, and well, I'm the Intercontinental champion. Hmmm... Let's see now... What could we do about that. 



(With a very fake looking "shock" look on his face he looks at the cloth.)



Adams: Why what have we here?



(He peeks underneath the cloth then turns around with a huge smile on his face.)



Adams: Perfect! Ladies and gentlemen, may I present a gift from me to you. From my private collection of priceless artwork. This one is called "Champion in repose."



(He rips the cloth off the easel revealing a huge poster sized photograph of himself, holding the Intercontinental title belt above his head, blood running down his face while he grins sadistically. The crowd boos loudly once again. A chant of "BULLS*IT BULLS*IT BULLS*IT" starts up.)



Adams: You know what? You're right! It is bulls*it! It's bulls*it that you cheap bastards on the third deck chanting that aren't sitting down here didn't pay enough money to get to see this beautiful piece up close! It honestly tears at my heart to think that you can't witness the wonder that is Trevor Adams from more than the cheap seats. However we must move on. Now that the CL (Champion's Lounge) is adeqately decorated it's time to move on to the business at hand. Afterall that's exactly what we're all about here. The Champion's Lounge is going to serve as a forum for myself to interact with other IEW and industry stars who'd normally not be able to lace my boots and give them a chance to show me exactly what they're made of... that is but for tonight. Tonight on the very first edition of the CL I'm going to have a very special guest. A special guest whom one week from tonight I'll be standing across the ring from with his cronies, and that that jabro... (looks at Cross) ... Wonderful agent of mine... locked in cages like the rabid animals that they are. (Cross shakes his head as he continues to meddle with the drinks). Ladies and gentlemen my guest tonight is none other than E......G...... MACKIE!!!



(The crowd erupts as "Ghost Love Score" by Nightwish starts to play. They all turn towards the entrance away to await the arrival of Mackie. Much to their displeasure what comes from the entrance is not E.G. Mackie, but rather a child of no more than 10 or 11 years old. Dressed in full pirate garb including a fake beard and plastic sword. The kid walks towards the ring slowly as Adams and Cross can't stop themselves from laughing. The crowd jeers as "Mackie" steps underneath the 2nd rope and into the ring. He walks right up to Adams and tried to headbut him in the stomach. Laughing, Trevor backs away as the music dies leaving only crowd noise.)



Adams: Wow... Wow! It's E.G. freakin' Mackie! Check out that pysique. You look... different for some reason. I can't quite figure it out. Shayne do you know what it is? 



(Cross shrugs his shoulders.)



Adams: I know! You're taller. That's what it is. Damn it all if I didn't notice. I'm sorry Mr. Mackie. I beg forgiveness. Please don't teach me a lesson right here tonight.



(The child wags his finger at Adams, which gets some laughs from the crowd, among boos.)



Adams: What kind of a host am I? Have a seat (motioning towards the chairs). Care for a drink? A double rum perhaps?



(The child shakes his head.)



Adams: No you're right. Probably not a good idea. Sit! Sit!



(They both sit down as Shayne brings a drink over to Adams then takes a seat over near the bar. Adams takes a sip and makes a face towards Cross.)



Adams: Whoa! I said double! Where did you learn how to 'tend anyway? Damn! Okay. Down to business here. Mr. Mackie, last week you and your crew had the gall to insult the entire wrestling industry by stealing the Intercontinental championship belt from yours truly. Clearly this makes for a rather large bullseye on your head since I don't take kindly to being disrespected. What do you have to say about that?



(He holds the mic to the kid's face. The kid sits up the bellows from the top of his lungs in a high-pitched voice...)



Kid: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!



(Adams nods his head in understanding.)



Adams: I see. Very very astute of you my friend. I must say you have a way with words. Remind me never to get in a battle of wits with you. With that being said, once again you and I are to face eachother on Sunday. Last week you came within an inch of pinning me but you just couldn't get the job done. Perhaps it was because you care too much about all these people, perhaps because you're just a born loser, perhaps because I'm just too damn good. Care to comment on that situation as well? This is your time remember.



Kid: SCAAAAAAAAAAAALLYWAG! ARRRRGH!



Adams: Well then... I consider myself told. Match point to you Mr. Mackie. You win this round. I can see already that in a battle of wits I’ve already lost and lost horribly. Speaking of losing horribly, one week ago you suffered a fate which oh so many people have over the years. Your shoulders got pinned to the mat 1-2-3 by the Class Act.



(The crowd boos again. Adams holds up his hands for silence.)



Adams: Now now! Let’s not be unreasonable here. Not a single person in this building can deny the fact that with very few exceptions my career could be solid gold plated and locked up in Fort Knox. Mr. Mackie here was just another statistic. Like it or not I still am the IEW Intercontinental champion and there isn’t a damn thing anyone can do about it. However, at Unholy Ground… You sir (looking at “Mackie”) get another shot. You get to go one-on-one once again with the single greatest performer in this company once again. This time with no outside interference and this time no possible way you can insult the integrity of the Intercontinental title by ripping off a belt. Have you no decency man?



(Adams holds the mic out to the child again.)



Kid: YO HO HO!



Adams: Well then… I respectfully retract my statements. Once again Mr. Mackie here is proving to be as much of a debate champion as he is a wrestling champion! Honestly I don’t know if we’re ever going to be hold this segment again because both as a sheer master of linguistics and intimidation I’ve been surpassed. Who’d have thought that someone who spends his time playing Mr. Dressup wishing he was Blackbeard actually had some form of intelligence in him!



(The crowd boos loudly once again.)



Adams: Alas I’ve got to tell you all something. I’ve got to say that I’ve been lying to you. Yes it’s true. As much as it makes me sad deep down inside I’ve been lying to you and it’s time to come clean.



(The crowd noise continues. Adams, sitting in his chair, wipes a fake tear from his eye and holds a hand up. Shayne Cross looks shocked in the background as Trevor slowly paces. The kid just sits there on the edge of his seat.)



Adams: This… This isn’t E.G. Mackie.



(He hangs his head in shame.)



Brutus: I knew he was too good looking to be Mackie! Just knew it!



Jimmy: Shut up!



(Adams lifts his head and smiles.)



Adams: This isn’t E.G. Mackie at all. This in fact is someone who can’t STAND Mackie. Billy take off the beard.



(The kid takes off the beard quickly and tosses it aside.)



Adams: He may look like your average run-of-the-mill rugrat but there’s a difference with this kid. This kid has something that so few of you have, and something that clearly my worthy, and that term is used very loosely, opponent next weekend doesn’t have. Respect. 



(Adams stands up and looks over the crowd.)



Adams: He has respect for his elders. He has respect for what wrestling is, and he has respect for the tradition and determination it takes to become a status symbol such as myself. He is more than a fan. This young man is a Trevor Adams enthusiast! At this tender young age he knows already the difference between what is right and wrong in this world and he knows that I can be his role model for years to come! That's something each and every last one of you should know and come to terms with. Trevor Adams is a winner and no-one can prove me wrong. 



(The crowd boos loudly once again as Adams starts to pace around. Clearly not even hearing them.)



Adams: For anyone expecting a different result at Unholy Ground I hate to disappoint you but your hopes are up for absolutely nothing. E.G. Mackie is about as close to my Intercontinental title right now as he's ever going to be. I hope you're sitting there enjoying staring at the gold you greasy son-of-a-bitch, because by the time I'm done teaching you the respect you rightfully deserve you're going to be lucky if you can open your eyes.



(Adams smiles sadistically before turning to the kid.)



Adams: Billy. You know exactly what's going to happen at Unholy Ground don't you?



(Billy nods his head.)



Adams: Each and every person in this building should know exactly what's going to happen at Unholy Ground shouldn't they?



(Billy nods his head again.)



Adams: That's what I thought. Now I know this is going to be a big step for you. But get out of that chair and come stand in the middle of the ring. C'mon. 


(Billy obliges and gets up. He walks over to the middle of the ring slowly and stands there.)



Adams: Now I'm going to give you the microphone okay? And you're going to tell the world exactly what's going to happen one week from tonight.



(Billy nods.)



Adams: Okay... Here you go. This is your moment kid. Show the world what a true enthusiast should think!



(Adams gives Billy the microphone. The crowd is quiet awaiting another ego boosting Trevor Adams comment when suddenly Billy lets out in a high pitched voice...)



Billy: E.G. Mackie is going to KICK YOUR ASS!



(The crowd goes absolutely ballistic as Shayne Cross run up behind Billy to cover his mouth. As soon as his hand crosses the kid's mouth a set of white teeth can be seen closing down on Cross' fingers. Cross yelps in pain as Adams throws a fit and starts kicking the ropes.)



Brutus: What the heck was that?! What a little basta...



Jimmy: Watch your language Brutus come on.



Brutus: You're not saying it to that little brat!



(With a child-like smile Billy jumps out of the ring to the delight of the fans. Adams' face is beat red with rage as he picks up the microphone and starts screaming at Billy as he walks back towards the entrance.)



Adams: You little bastard! How DARE you. Tell your mom she wasn't worth the dollar fifty! If you weren't ten I'd... I'd... ARGH! 



(Adams kicks the ropes again repeatedly as Billy disappears.)



Brutus: See that's telling him!



(As Adams paces around the ring his head snaps up suddenly. The look on his face is nothing but pure rage. Cross sits on the mat against the ropes holding his hand.)



Adams: MACKIE! At Unholy Ground you're going to experience something that hasn't been experienced in a long long time. You're going to experience a side of me that's reserved especially for situations like this. I don't care if Shayne's locked in a damned cage because the fact of the matter is that you're absolutely NOTHING without the Salty Dogs and they're going to be in the exact same place.



(Adams paces around again, almost foaming at the mouth.)



Adams: I dare you to step up to the plate because you're not getting the Trevor Adams who's the better wrestler than you. You're not getting the Trevor Adams who's the better entainer than you. Hell, you're not even getting the Trevor Adams that's probably the better pirate than you. You're getting Trevor Adams the most sadistic bastard and the biggest asshole on this side of the planet. I will be the Intercontental champion after Unholy Ground Mackie. I dare you to prove me wrong! One week from now when you're laying as a battered, crippled near-corpse on the arena floor you're going to hear one thing. That one thing is that I am still the Intercontinental champion. You? You'll only have one thing to do... DEAL WITH IT!



(Adams slams down the mic as static reverbs through the speakers of the building. He starts screaming at Cross and pointing back up the aisle as his music starts up. The crowd boos loudly once again but Trevor doesn't even notice. The look on his face is nothing but pure intensity.)



Brutus: I think he's snapped Jimmy... I really think he's snapped... isn't it great?! What a first episode of the Champion's Lounge!



Jimmy: We are in for an absolute war for the Intercontinental title at Unholy Ground. That's for sure.



(Adams and Cross get out of the ring, leaving the CL set behind. The crowd shouts at both of them as Cross finally looks to be shaking off the bite taken from Billy.)

Mic: The following is a non title match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he weighs in at 228 pounds... He is the World Heavyweight Champion, Chicago's own Beast Unleashed... DOOOOOOWWWWNFALLL!!!

(The opening notes of "Man or Animal" by Audioslave fade in on the PA, as the lights go out. The IEW-tron shows clips of Downfall's most violent, disturbing spots and matches, slowly at first, then coming faster and faster.)

Man or animal, I don't care at all
Find the antidote underneath the dose
Man or animal, obidient-
out of control...

I will love you more than money
I will breathe you in the smoke
I will drink you in my honey
Sweet and golden down my throat
When you're right, when you're wrong
Head is near, eyes are gone
You can drown my appetite
I will sip your tears at night
You can tie me to a chair
Skin and bones, I don't care
I could be rich or poor
I don't need anymore...

JR: What an ovation for Downfall in his backyard of Chi-town!

(When the lights come back on, Downfall, wearing black jeans and a red t-shirt with the Flash symbol, runs out onto the stage to a huge pop from his hometown crowd. He's wearing a Chicago Cubs baseball jersey over top of his ring shirt. Downfall points to scattered people up in the rafters, then raises his arms over his head into a crossed wrist X position slowly. When his arms meet, flamethrowers on either side of him shoot flames on the ramp. (Ultimo Dragon style). Then Downfall walks to the ring and jumps up to the top turnbuckle, and he holds up the World title, points to himself, and screams "Come on, you
know you love it!" When he hops down he hands the ref the World title, throws the Cubs jersey to the crowd, who all dive for it, and he stretches his arms on the ropes.)

JR: No Michelle tonight, I guess Rison's still got her signing autographs... the poor girl.

B: Matt Rison might've just saved that "poor girl's" life, because tonight Downfall is facing another "girl" who is nowhere near as polite at getting what she wants.

[“You Can Hate Me Now (instrumental)” by Nas plays over the PA. On the jumbotron, in anime-style, you see Khrystal rise from bed and walk into her bathroom. The camera moves in on the door. It opens to reveal the outside door to her house, where she stands catching a cab. She moves from the passenger side to the driver's side, opens the door, and is at the airport. She is
then seen carrying her luggage out to another waiting cab. She slides again and is out at the hotel. Opening the outer door, she closes it as it becomes the door to her hotel room. She hangs up her coat in the closet, only to pull out her gear in a locker room. She walks out of the locker room, heads to ramp entrance. She stops at a mirror to check her hair, and it breaks. She descends below the rampway and stands on a platform. The platform rises, and as anime Khrystal disappears, the real Khrystal appears, rising on the rampway. The screen changes to show Khrystal's name, with snow falling around it. The scene changes to show Walker's past victories and feats of strength and skill. Walker strides to the ring, glaring.]

B: Thats my "girl"!!!

JR: My God!!! Look at the determination in her eyes!!! She looks ready to destroy Downfall tonight!!!

B: Why would she want to do that? There has to be a champion at Unholy Ground for her to take the belt from. Why ruin what she has worked so hard to accomplish?

***DING***DING***DING***

[The two begin squaring off and eventually lock horns. Khrystal Walker overpowers the champion and pushes him back against the ropes where she plants a big overhand chop across his chest. A loud thud can be heard throughout the arena followed by a big "WHOOOO!!!" from the crowd. Khrystal Walker then takes Downfall's arm and sends him into the ropes, but Downfall reverses the irish whip sending Walker instead. Khrystal Walker hits the ropes and comes back with her arm rared back for the clothesline to Alaska, but doesn't get the chance to use it as Downfall dives into her with his shoulder sending her down to the mat with a spear. Khrystal Walker tries to quickly get to her feet, but she cannot match the quickness of Downfall who comes around with a crescent kick that keeps her only on one knee. Downfall then raises his right hand to the crowd to get a reaction before planting one fist after another into Khrystal Walker's head. Shane Stevenson walks behind Walker momentarilly
to get better positioning and at that exact moment Khrystal Walker uppercuts Downfall between the legs. Downfall falls over onto his back as Khrystal Walker slowly rises to her feet. Khrystal then begins stomping a mudhole in Downfall while he is on the canvas. When she is done Downfall is clearly hurting from it, if not completely out of air. Khrystal Walker recognizes a moment of opportunity and begins climbing the ropes. She makes it to the top as Shane Stevenson tells her not to go up. Khrystal Walker jumps off with a muff dive, but Downfall rolls out of the way barely missing the monstrous she-beast as she rattles the canvas with the impact from her buttocks. Khrystal Walker staggers to her feet holding her butt as Downfall rises from a squatted position near the ropes with a superkick that sends her back down to the mat facing the lights. Downfall then signals to the crowd for the Downsault and the crowd is eating up every bit of it. Downfall hops up onto the top turnbuckle and jumps off with a high angle, picture perfect moonsault that lands across Khrystal Walker's raised knees.]

JR: Downfall went for the Downsault after an impressive start and now Khrystal Walker has the advantage.

B: Yeah, its like "I went up to the top of the world, and all I got were these lousy knees."

[Khrystal Walker gets to her feet and walks up behind Downfall who is sitting down holding his ribs. She lifts Downfall up and throws his arm over her shoulder before reaching around the front of his body and picking him up. She pauses for a moment to look around at the crowd before slamming him down with a sidewalk slam. Downfall immediately grabs at his ribs again as
he slowly rises back to his feet. Khrystal Walker kicks him in the midsection and Downfall leans forward as a reflex action because of the pain. Khrystal Walker then grabs his head and drives him into the mat with a ddt. Khrystal Walker then lifts Downfall up onto her shoulders into a torture rack. She wrenches at his body as he screams before swinging his legs off her shoulders, spinning him around as she falls with him, leaving him twitching on the canvas with a neckbreaker. Khrystal Walker then raises a stooped over Downfall up to his feet and places his head between her legs. She looks over at the crowd giving
them a sign that their hometown hero is about to be no more before she flips him up onto her shoulders, and then extends her arms lifting him up even higher above her head. Khrystal Walker then falls with Downfall as she leans forward planting him with a powerbomb.]

JR: Cherry Bomb and a cover...

Shane: 1...

2...

JR: And Downfall has a shoulder up!!!

B: Khrystal Walker has taken a lot out of Downfall in a really short amount of time. Kind of makes you wonder how quickly she will take that belt off of Downfall next week at Unholy Ground.

[Khrystal Walker gives a dirty look to the ref as she lifts Downfall up to his feet. Downfall gets off a couple of punches trying to knock Walker away, but she just jumps into him grabbing with a waistlock before lifting Downfall off the mat and slamming him back down hard with a belly-to-belly suplex. Khrystal Walker then grabs one of Downfall's legs before applying a stepover toehold. She then wrenches his leg as he lays there screaming. She then takes Downfall's other leg and lays it on top of the one in the toehold and falls down with it as she locks the bent leg's foot with the back of her knee.]

JR: Khrystal Walker has the Walker Lock on Downfall!!!

B: You think that is the worst of it? Wait till she pulls him into a facelock.

[Khrystal Walker reaches out at Downfall's head every time she puts pressure on his leg and he pops up screaming. She eventually times it just right and starts pulling Downfall's head in, but as she does so Downfall swings around frantically with rights and lefts until Walker releases. Downfall with the newfound momentum finds a way to tilt the leglock over onto its side and squirm just enough to grab the bottom rope. Shane Stevenson tells Khrystal Walker to release the hold and starts counting, but she holds on through four counts before releasing the hold. Shane Stevenson and Khrystal Walker get face to face arguing as Downfall staggers up to his feet holding one knee. Downfall then sneaks up behind Khrystal Walker as the conversation between her and Stevenson gets heated. Khrystal Walker rares back for a punch, and Downfall grabs her arm spinning her around. Downfall then hooks Walker under her arm and around her head, locking both hands behind her shoulder before hoisting her over his head with a T-bone suplex. Both men are down. Khrystal Walker shakes her head and shrugs off the impact as Downfall is still playing around with his knee. They both rise to their feet at about the same time and Khrystal Walker goes for a clothesline. Downfall ducks but grabs Walker's arm spinning her around into a hammerlock. Downfall then holds the hammerlock with his right hand and holds it over her shoulder as he moves around in front of Khrystal Walker and applies a front facelock with his free arm. Downfall then hooks his leg around Walker's leg before sweeping it out from under her and landing her head first to the canvas.]

B: Jesus Christ, what was that?!

JR: I see from the notes Downfall gave me that he calls that the Chimera DDT. And it certainly was beastly...

B: Did you see how her head snapped back?!

JR: I sure did. I'm waiting to see if Stevenson is going to put up the X or not.

B: Oh, I'm sure Shane saw it too, but Walker she tried to punch him a little earlier I clearly doubt he wants to get in there to see if she's alright.

JR: Well we're about to find out because here is a cover...

Shane: 1...

2...

3!!!

JR: NO!!!

B: YES!!!

JR: Khrystal Walker's shoulder is up!!!

B: Apparently the Chimera isn't as deadly as once thought.

JR: Either that or Khrystal Walker is definately one tough bitch.

[Khrystal Walker is holding her head as Downfall slowly lifts her up from the mat. Khrystal Walker then boxes with Downfall until Downfall is off-balance. Walker then grabs one of Downfall's arms and spins him around into a hammerlock. She then spins around him and drops him with a ddt as well.]

JR: Khrystal Walker just dropped Downfall with a Chimera of her own!!!

B: No, Chimera was Downfall's move. For Khrystal it would be more like Chlamydia. Now that is something that isn't fictitious that WILL drop you!!!

JR: But wait, where is she going?

B: She's taking it to the top baby!!!

[Khrystal Walker climbs up to the top turnbuckle and jumps off with a well placed Muff Dive onto Downfall leaving him twitching underneath her.]

JR: MUFF DIVE!!! And she is just staying there for a
cover...

Shane: 1...

2...

3!!!

JR: NO!!! Downfall got a shoulder up!!!

B: Yeah, but not before he got a lot of quality time in Khrystal's crotch. It's a good thing Michelle wasn't here to see this or she might've got jealous. I swear, it looked like he was struggling to have an orgasm or something.

JR: Thats sick man!!!

B: No its not. They make pills for that. So that means it is almost acceptable society behavior.

[Khrystal Walker tells Shane Stevenson that it was a three count and Shane just moves further away from Khrystal Walker. Khrystal then turns around and helps Downfall to his feet before lifting him up onto her shoulder. She then brings him down to the mat with a powerslam. Downfall grabs back at his ribs as she pulls him back up by one of his arms. She acts like she is going to send him into the ropes, but instead drops him to the canvas with a short-arm clothesline. Downfall is now rolling around on the mat holding his head as she grabs him in a waistlock to get him to his feet. Khrystal then reaches around Downfall and picks him up for another sidewalk slam. Khrystal Walker then picks up Downfall and sets him up on the top turnbuckle. Khrystal then puts her back to him, but reaches up pulling him down over her shoulder. She then steps up onto the second turnbuckle before pulling Downfall down into tombstone position. Khrystal pulls out both of her hands from the hold to point at Downfall's going down 69 style, but he uses this moment to wiggle from the hold down to his feet with a sunset slip. Downfall releases from the waistlock and wipes his face real quick with a little spitting before grabbing both of her legs and pulling her off the turnbuckle balancing in his arms. He then falls to the side sending Khrystal Walker landing across the top rope with a hot shot. Khrystal grabs at her throat as she backs herself into a corner. Downfall then comes running in with a jumping splash. Khrystal Walker staggers out of the corner before falling on her face. Downfall then picks up each of her legs as he smacks his hands on her buttocks before pulling her over him with a wheelbarrow suplex. Downfall staggers over to the ropes to recuperate as Khrystal Walker slowly rises to her feet. Khrystal Walker staggers to mid-ring when Downfall closes in to approach her. Downfall kicks at Khrystal Walker but she catches the kick. Khrystal Walker tosses his foot aside and rares back for a punch, but Downfall continues with the spin before jumping and kicking at her with the foot he was spinning on. Khrystal Walker ducks it and Downfall spins his way into yet another sidewalk slam. Downfall rolls over onto his stomach holding his back and Khrystal Walker goes for a cobra/camel clutch. She grabs Downfall's arm and his head, but not until he had lunged for the rope and grabbed it with his free arm. Shane Stevenson forces Walker to release the hold again. This time, fed up, Khrystal releases the hold very quickly only to get into Stevenson's face. Downfall walks up behind her
and jumps to do a scissor kick. Khrystal Walker grabs the back of her head and turns around. Downfall then jumps up and hits Khystal Walker with a crescent kick to the side of the head. Khrystal Walker goes for another clothesline and Downfall ducks it, then picks her up from behind and spins around before landing a backdrop to the middle of the ring. Downfall then rolls Walker over onto her knees and picks her up onto his shoulders holding her in the crucifix position. Downfall then drops down so Khrystal's feet touch the match, she jumps and when she does Downfall uses the momentum to flip herself over as Downfall guides her down hard on her head.]

JR: HYDRA DRIVER!!!

B: OUCH!!!

JR: Cover...

Shane: 1...

2...

3!!!

JR: NO!!!

B: YES!!!

JR: Khyrstal Walker got her shoulder up, but I tell you that count was close!!!

B: You're not kidding!!! But you know what they say, you can't keep a good woman down unless she's on your bed with her legs spread.

JR: Changing the subject now, is there anything Downfall can do other than drop people on their heads?

B: Apparently not. But knowing his intelligence he must have learned it from his momma at a very early age.

JR: Here you go talking about people's mothers again.

B: Well, it probably happened earlier than he can remember. And a loss of memory is a result of brain damage caused by alcohol, head trauma...

JR: Or just by sitting with you at the announcer's table.

B: I don't know what you mean by that Jimmy. I don't have a headache, and I still remember how hot your mom looks in nothing at all.

[Downfall gets up and walks away from Walker briefly as she gets up onto one knee. Downfall then does a standing dropkick to her ribs knocking her back down. Khrystal Walker tries to get up again and this time Downfall picks her up into a cradle position before dropping her on her head with a piledriver. Downfall then grabs her in a headlock and spins violently bringing her to the mat with a neckbreaker. Downfall then picks her up onto his shoulders and tilts off to one side bringing her back to the mat with a Death Valley Driver. Downfall then signals to the crowd that its time for the Twister as he gets a bunch of cheers from the hometown crowd. He lifts Walker up onto his shoulders in samoan drop position. Downfall then runs and jumps with a spin before landing with a Samoan drop in the middle of the ring.]

JR: THERE IS THE TWISTER!!!

B: DAMMIT!!!

JR: This match is over!!! Count them...

Shane: 1...

2...

3!!!

***DING***DING***DING***

The Mic: Here is you winner... IEW World HEavyweight Champion... DOWNFALL!!!

(Downfall is handed the World Title belt, and he stands and holds it up to the roar of the crowd, who are all applauding him.)

JR: This is definately Downfall's night!

[Downfall steps through the ropes and climbs up onto one of the security barriers.]

Brutus: You would have thought the Cubs won the World Series... I have a feeling it will be different at the pay-per-view.

(Downfall stage dives into the crowd, and they catch him and lift him up on their shoulders as they celebrate.)


Credits:

Match 1 - Lonnie Hash
Match 2 - Josh Fishman
Match 3 - Doug Wise
Match 4 - Jay Flanders
Main Event - Matt Rison