(The official IEW theme plays as the opening credits roll. The scene cuts to various shots of the crowd. As the camera pans, signs such as “Adams Has No Class” “King Kong Ain’t Got Shit on Gorilla” and “This Isn’t Where I Parked my Car” are seen. The scene switches to Jimmy and Brutus at their table.)
Jimmy: Good evening IEW Fans. Tonight, we’ve got CRAZY action. We have a tag match between the former champs Inner Circle and a team who wants the titles, The Grassy Knoll Assassins. In our main event, we may be seeing a preview of the chaos that will engulf the Anarchy title.
Brutus: It’s going to be great! I can’t wait to get this night started!
( The scene swtiches to an empty hallway in the back of the arena in Manila. There's several people going about their business but it's fairly quiet. Suddenly a door bursts open and through it, wearing sunglasses on his face is Shayne Cross, the newly acquired agent of Trevor Adams. He's yelling something into his cellphone paying no attention to the camera in front of him. )
Cross: *into phone* Listen! I told you next time his pillow mints go on the left side of the bed! The left!........ No..... no you didn't just hang up on me. F*CK!
( Shayne snaps his phone shut and turns to the camera. Pulling off his
sunglasses. )
Cross: Did you hear that? What kind of a joke was that? Give me a break. Ladies
and gentlemen allow me to introduce myself. I am Shayne Cross, agent, friend,
confidant and steroid deal....er.... keeper awayer of the man him self, the
"Class Act" Trevor Adams.
I'm sure some people are wondering, who the hell is this kid and what is he
doing with a megastar with the integrity and poise of a man like Trevor Adams.
I'll tell you what I'm doing. I'm the guy that doesn't have any integrity. I'm
the guy that the world loves to hate because hell, I'll admit it. I'm a sleaze
ball but I'm the type of sleaze ball that's going to make life miserable for
every single person that gets in the way of Trev. Ciao babies. I've got to get
over to my main man and make sure this place is treating him properly. Get out
of my face.
( Cross shoves the camera and bolts down the hallway as the scene fades. )
Jimmy: Great, now the IEW has their very own Drew Rosenhaus.
Brutus: Hey, he’s a great man. Nobody else looks after his clients the way he does.
Jimmy: Only because he gets paid very well. He and this Cross guy are both vampires.
Brutus: Speaking of vampires, we’re about to see Cross’ boy in action right now!
The Mic: The following contest is a standard match and it is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, he hails from Big Fork, Montana and he weighs in at 235 pounds. He is accompanied to the ring by Jerry Biggs. Here is James “The Epic” Hunter!!
["Accept The Pain" by Paradise Lost begins to play softly in the arena. James slowly walks out in his wrestling attire of taped wrists and green tights with black highlights designs and a black shirt with "The Epic" written in white. Jerry follows him out wearing the standard black suit with white dress shirt. He smiles as he follows James out to the ring who is focused on the ring. He slides into the ring and takes off his shirt on the turnbuckle, he looks over the fans before dropping his shirt to Jerry. Jerry whispers some advice to James, before dropping down to the ring level. James waits in his corner for his opponent.]
The Mic: And his opponent stands 6 feet and 2 inches tall and he weighs in at 252 pounds…. “Class Act” Trevor Adams!
(The lights in the building drop as the opening chords to "Clubbed to Death" by Rob D play. In the otherwise dark building, red and blue sportlights roam around the crowd as the music plays on. As heavy bass line of the song kicks in, white strobe lights flash at the entranceway as the shadow of Trevor Adams appears. As he steps forward into a white spotlight shining down from the far end of the building, the imposing figure of Shayne Cross, Trevor's newfound "agent" standing what looks to be at least two inches taller than Trevor follows slowly behind his employer with a cocky grin on his face. He's wearing a full suit and coat along with dark sunglasses and carries a briefcase at his side.
Trevor is wearing a waist length black leather jacket that is unbuttoned with a white button-up shirt underneath. He wears crimson knee length tights with black trim along with black knee pads and boots. As he walks down the aisle white strobe lights begin to flash over the ring. He pulls himself up onto the apron and develops a cocky look on his face before he pulls himself through the ropes into the ring. He runs across the ring, scattering the ref, Hunter and Biggs from the ring, and pulls himself up onto the second rope spreading his arms palms facing upwards and smiling.
Shayne Cross walks up the stairs and into the ring slowly, pointing at Trevor talking at members of the front row continually. The lights slowly raise up as the music disappears and Adams glares down to the floor and James Hunter. )
Jimmy: This ought to be interesting.
Brutus: This is going to be glorious!
*Both men meet in the ring and they lock up. Adams takes Hunter down with an armdrag take down. Adams holds on and he wrenches the arm. Hunter tries to go for an Irish whip but Adams holds on. Adams wrenches again, and then he jerks the arm to bring Hunter to the mat. Hunter gets back up and Adams applies more pressure. Hunter lands a solid right to the gut, then another. Adams loses his grip and Hunter lands a series of rights to the head. Hunter grabs Adams and he whips Trevor into the ropes. James takes Adams down with a hip toss. Adams gets back up and Hunter takes him down with another hip toss. Adams gets up and James quickly hits a knee strike to the gut. Hunter grabs Trev by the head and he executes a swinging neckbreaker. Hunter picks him up and he whips Trev into the corner. Hunter goes for a corner splash, but Adams gets out of the way. Hunter hits the corner with his worked on arm, and Adams quickly attacks it with punches. Adams grabs Hunter’s arm and he slams it into the ropes. Adams holds on and he applies a hammerlock. Hunter lands a back elbow to the head and Adams lets go. Hunter bounces off the ropes, but Adams is quick to counter with a drop toe hold followed by a knee drop on the arm. Adams rolls Hunter over and he covers.*
Brutus: VERY sound strategy by Trevor Adams to keep his focus on one body part.
1…
Kickout.
Jimmy: It’s a very good strategy. We’ll see if it pays off in the long run.
*Adams gets to his feet and he lays the boots to Hunter’s arm. Adams picks Hunter up and he whips him into the ropes. Adams goes for a clothesline, but Hunter ducks it. Hunter stops dead in his tracks, turns around, and he boots Adams in the stomach. Hunter takes Trev down with a snap suplex. Hunter gets up and he shakes his arm loose while he kicks Adams in the ribs. Hunter lifts Trevor up and he drops Trev with a side slam. Hunter covers Adams.*
Jimmy; James Hunter is getting some offense of his own in. Looks like the work on the arm hasn’t done too much damage.
1….
2…
Kickout.
Brutus: James Hunter’s going to have to keep it up if he wants to win this. He’s on the right track…. For now.
*James stands up and he lifts Adams up as Biggs screams at the ref from the outside. Meanwhile, in the ring, Hunter nails Adams with a series of chops and slaps across the chest that backs him up into the corner. Hunter sits Adams up on the top rope and he climbs up with him. Hunter goes for a superplex, but Trevor blocks it. Adams lands a series of rights to the stomach, bending Hunter over. Adams stands up, and in one fluid motion, he jumps and takes James down with a top rope sunset flip powerbomb. Both men lay motionless on the mat. The ref counts.*
Brutus: I don’t know what it’ll do to Hunter’s psyche if he’s involved in another draw.
Jimmy: Good point. This would be a huge boost for him if he were to win.
*1….. 2…. 3…… 4…… 5…… 6…… Trevor rolls over and he drapes an arm across Hunter’s chest.*
Brutus: It’s so over now!
1…
2…
thr NO!
Jimmy: You spoke too soon my friend! This match isn’t even close to being over!
*Adams gets to his feet and he gives the ref an earful, as does Shayne Cross from the outside. Adams brushes the ref aside and he assaults Hunter with boots to the ribs. Trev picks James up and he backs Hunter into the ropes. Adams whips Hunter into the ropes, but James holds on. Adams charges at Hunter, but The Epic ducks. Adams spills over the top rope but he catches himself. Hunter gets up as Adams stands up on the apron. Hunter lands a few stiff punches to the head and then he grabs Adams. As James lifts Trevor off his feet, Shayne Cross grabs his feet and Adams lands on top of Hunter. Shayne holds on and the ref doesn’t see as he counts.*
1….
2…
3!!
(DING DING!)
Jimmy: That was downright cheap.
Brutus: That was an agent doing everything he can to make his client successful. That kind of devotion is hard to find.
Jimmy: Not when you’re getting paid as much as he probably is.
The Mic: The winner of this match, “Class Act” Trevor Adams!!!
( The camera pans the ring, to see it set up as usual for the Fire Side Chat. Red carpet, a fake fireplace, and two wooden chairs. Not to mention the table with two glasses and a bottle of brandy on it. However this time there is also a podium set up. The arena quiets, until "Pomp and Circumstance" the cliche graduation theme song hits the speakers. Immeaditly it is followed by a chorus of Boos. )
JR- I guess were forced to hear our ever so great champion drone on again.
Brutus- Jimmy, Hugh has an important announcement tonight. About the state of the IEW Championship.
JR- Im sure, there is no annoucement needed. EG Mackie has been granted the title shot.
( Hugh walks out onto stage, the boos grow louder. Hugh is wearing a pair of white khakis and a white button up. The IEW Championship rests around his waist. He walks, taking his time, down to the ring. Then into the ring. Then a mic is thrown to him. Hugh positions himself behind the podium. )
JR- This should be sooo much fun.
Brutus- Do I detect a hint of sarcasm.
( Hugh puts his hands up to quiet the audience. Then he removes the IEW title from his waist and puts it ontop of the podium. )
Hugh- Tonight is a very special Fire Side Chat. Tonight is an important night. And it is one where I, like I promised to do on the Fire Side Chats, I will inform the fans of the IEW about the innerworkings of their favorite company. Because recently, the IEW title scene was addressed in a backstage meeting.
JR- What is it thats so important. What changes have been made.
Brutus- I know.
JR- No you dont.
Brutus- Hugh tells me everything.
JR- Im sure.
Hugh- The IEW uppermanagement, has once again dropped the ball. The State of the IEW Championship title scene is in question. But tonight I will begin with the number one contender ... EG Mackie.
( The fans start cheering and a EG Mackie fast chant begins. But Hugh puts his hands up to quiet it. )
Hugh- My question is ... Where is He?
JR- What is he talking about.
Hugh- EG Mackie is more inconsistent with his showings, whether he is booked or not, then almost anybody in the roster. The IEW's number one contender, took a good month off to avoid wrestling Rizzo.
JR- What he doesnt say is, when he did wrestle Rizzo he pinned him clean.
Hugh- And now, after getting embaressed during our tag match, he once again has dissapeared. Even though his win over Rizzo, and his other "apparent" countless acclamations have given him number one contender status, he is a no show. Now Uppermanagement thought Mackie vs. Hugh was big numbers. The two most ingenius men in the IEW, finally one on one. Not that it is in question who is more genius, because I have already outsmarted Mackie during the Asylum of Atrocity. Despite his no show, uppermanagement thought he was a sure thing for big ratings. But after I showed up at a meeting last week, which is well in my progative being the IEW Champion, I presented a very different side of things. As a result, and as punishment, of EG Mackies lack luster effort this last month to appear at IEW shows. Although technically being not booked, the IEW can't fine him, but I managed to convince them, he is unworthy of an IEW title shot.
( The Crowd immeaditly gets on Hughs case, booing and chanting bull sh*t )
JR- What?! Hugh is a coward. HE's just trying to avoid wrestling Mackie.
Brutus- Mackie doesnt deserve a title shot.
JR- I have to say I agree with the fans,this is total BS.
Hugh- (Trying to speak over the fans) Wait a minute! I am not done explaining the state of the title scene!!
( Hugh finally gains some control over the crowd. )
Hugh- Tonight I am going to go down the list of other possible contenders. In one hand, we have the most obvious contender on the list. The only man to have ever hold a one on one victory over me ... Rage.
( The crowd pops huge for Rages name. Perhaps the biggest pop of the night. )
Hugh- Unfortunately, Rage already has a title shot. Against Downfall. And therefore he is ineligible for a shot against me. So next on the list would be another former IEW champion ... Rizzo.
( Another pop for the mention of Rizzo )
Hugh- But, a little something you fans may not know. Is Rizzo has requested time off immeaditly following his match with Walker at PPV. I guess he plans on washing his body of Walkers sweat for an indefinite amount of time. Of course we have Walker and her ridiculous challenges, perhaps is she is able to put away Rizzo, I might take her into account. Theres a few of the new guys, Malachi, Foxx, Adams, I advocated for them to be offered contracts to help "spice" up the IEW. And any of them would make a halfway decent challenge. But uppermanagement wants them to earn a few stripes here first. So as all of you can see, theres just not anybody around worthy of a title shot. Which is why I have come to only one conclusion...
( The crowd is silent, waiting for his statement. )
Hugh- The IEW Championship will not be defended ...
( Before he can finish the crowd starts booing like crazy. Hugh speaks again trying to speak over the crowd. )
Hugh- WILL NOT be defended at this PPV.
JR- You know, I've criticized Hugh a lot, but this is the worst thing he has done.
Hugh- Dont get me wrong, I want to defend the title. Uppermanagement has agreed though, there is no reason for another squash match. No reason for me to beat up on another Thunder Cat. As a result, theres really nothing I can do ...
JR- I dont believe him for a moment.
( Out of nowhere the familiar voice of Axl Rose screams, “Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games...” The crowd stands to their feet as they see Crocodile coming out from the curtain!!! The ever familiar theme music “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns n Roses blares as Croc walks down the ramp, to a standing ovation! )
JR- Crocodile! Crocodile is here to answer Hugh Bristic’s call!!! No one would ever have suspected this!
( Croc comes down to the ring and the music stops as Croc stares down Hugh. Finally Croc gets a mic from the edge of the ring and looks at Hugh again for a brief moment before speaking. )
Croc- You know, for someone that claims to be the people’s champion, you sure don’t act like it. You go around, saying how one wrestler is more worthy than another? And, of course, it all comes back to you not defending the Heavyweight Title. Why don’t you just give EG Mackie a shot? Mackie is the master of mind games, maybe he’s just trying to get under your skin by not taking you on face to face. But you don’t want to think of that possibility, or any other possibilities for that matter. You would rather wrestle opponents like Thunder Cat and Dark Dragon for that belt. So when you come out here and try to tell these people that no one is worthy to face you, only one word comes to mind. You know it, I know it, the Law of the Wild knows it, and each and every one of these fans know it...
( Crowd pops at their shoutout, but also because they know what is Croc is going to say next. )
Croc- ... COWARD!!!
( The stadium nearly blows its roof with the cheer from its 10,000 + audience. )
Croc- Since you don’t have an opponent, and since I don’t have an opponent, I think you forgot a contender. I have beaten Thunder Cat and Dark Dragon in my career, so I have proven my contendership, at least to your standards. Seeing as how you complain you have never had a worthy opponent, why don’t you put your money where your mouth is? You cost me the Intercontinental Title last week, showing off your lack of faith in Chaos. Rather than going after that buffoon again, I am going straight to the source of the cowardice. I am calling you out on your lack of respect, lack of faith in the talent of the IEW roster, and most of all... your lack of courage!
(Crowd pop. Hugh just stares at Croc without flinching.)
Hugh- You?! You want to challenge me? I dont know if you've been paying attention, but I am the greatest IEW superstar ... ever! Who the hell are you, a reject from the Beastly Squad? Have you ever even held IEW singles gold?
Croc- You look surprised, Hugh. Don’t you want to defend your title? Or are you afraid of actually losing it this time?
(The crowd laughs at that remark. A “cow-ard” chant starts up a little but soon dies down.)
Croc- I have contested for every title this company has to offer, except for the Heavyweight. Like I said, there is a new era coming. One in which honor and bravery will triumph over cheating and cowardice. Now is your chance to choose your side. Will you be the predator, the one willing to put your gold on the line for the fans? Or will you make another excuse not to defend it?
Hugh- You really think you can go one on one with me. ( Hugh laughs. ) For entertainment value only, I am going to say ... Your on!! Put it here for a good ... fair ... match ....
(Hugh extends his hand for Croc. Croc looks at it funny and ponders what to do.)
JR- Hugh actually showing Croc he has some honor after all. Will Croc return the invitation?
(Croc extends his hand to Hugh, and they grasp.)
B- Wow, I didn’t think Hugh would stoop so low as to shake hands with someone that handles animals...
(Suddenly Hugh uses his left hand to plant a hook on Croc’s jaw. Croc, waiting for the attempt, ducks and hits Hugh right in the face with a left haymaker! Hugh falls to the ground, then gets back up to retaliate. He goes to punch Croc, but Croc blocks and punches Hugh with a combination instead! Hugh quickly backs up and rolls out of the ring, running up to the entrance ramp. He takes his shirt off and tells Croc to come get some. Croc just stands in the ring and puts his hands across his waist saying the title will soon be his. “Welcome to the Jungle” plays as the crowd cheers for the upcoming title defense.)
JR- There you have it, folks! The Heavyweight Title WILL be on the line next week! Crocodile vs. Hugh Bristic! What a battle that is going to be!
Brutus- Don’t hold you breath. Croc is in way over his head. He couldn’t even beat Downfall. Why does he think he will win the World Title?
JR- True, but Croc wants to start a new era, and this is the perfect opportunity. Let’s get on with our next event!
Mic: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall. First up, making their way to the ring, the GRASSY KNOLL ASSASSINS!*
*”I shot the Sheriff” starts up as Rizzo and Sean DuBose enter the ring to a decent cheer from the crowd. They start to slap hands with people in the front row when... Hightower and Redd Dogg come out of nowhere and beat down Rizzo and Sean from behind! “I shot the Sheriff” suddenly stops.*
JR: What an underhanded move by the Inner Circle! Rizzo and Sean weren’t even ready for them!
B: I know... Isn’t it great? Redd grabs Sean and slams him into the steps, while Hightower grabs Rizzo into a gorilla press slam, with this neck hitting the guard rail!
JR: Oh my god! Somebody get the medical team! Rizzo isn’t moving.
B: Hightower climbs into the ring and Redd throws Sean to him.
DING DING DING!
JR: Well this match is FINALLY underway, although I think it’s just about over.
B: Redd and Hightower are manhandling Sean to the point of unconsciousness. Wait a second! Redd has Sean by the throat, and... Sitdown Chokeslam!?
JR: That looks to be the Twisted Cut, but I don’t know why Redd would do Jason Twisted’s finishing move. At any rate, Redd covers for an obvious win.
Ref: 1...
2...
B: But Redd lifts up Sean’s shoulder to break the pin. Yes, more carnage!!!
JR: Hightower wants Redd to go up to the top rope. They seem to be sending a message.
B: Yeah, but they’re not using UPS, that’s for sure.
JR: Well... you know what I mean. Hightower sets Sean on his shoulders, in a powerbomb position. Redd sits on the tops turnbuckle, and grabs him by the throat in a chokeslam. Hightower falls forward as Redd drives him down to the mat!!
B: DEAD MANS DROP! DEAD MANS DROP!
JR: Hightower and Redd both cover. There has to be 700 pounds of pressure on Sean, no way he can kick out!
Ref: 1...
2...
3!!
DING DING DING!
Mic: And your winners, Redd Dogg and Hightower, the INNER CIRCLE!
JR: I can’t believe it. If Rizzo wasn’t knocked out by that vicious smash into the guard rail, I guarantee it would have been another story. Hightower and Redd Dogg are nothing but punks!
B: I know, and that’s what I love about them. Redd even stole Jason’s finishing move, then took his position in the Dead Man’s Drop for the win. They sure are showing the world that they don’t need Jason Twisted by their side anymore.
(The sce eswitches to on top of the arena. Standing there are Khrystal Walker and Rizzo's brother Alec.)
KW: Well, well, Rizzo, I'm glad to see you survived the match, and now it's time to see what kind of man you really are. I know you don't believe this, but I do care for your brother here, Sean, and Heidi. It's you and Nick that I have a large problem against. Now Alec, I want to play interviewer for a while. Do you love your brother?
AM: I do. There's nothing I wouldn't do for Rizzo.
KW: Does he do anything that bothers you?
AM: I just wish he wouldn't put all my embarassing moments out in front of the world for all to see. If he thinks it makes him more popular, I'll still do it, but that's about it.
KW: Rizzo, do you hear that? Your brother will continue to let you make a fool of him, just to help you. That's love, brother. Do you love your brother as much? When's the last time you told him so?
Rizzo: Leave my family out of this!
KW: I can't. Your family is what this is all about. You see, I'm a grateful sort. I know that without the IEA, I wouldn't have my family. You know my story. I was abandoned by my family. I was alone without love or someone to love. And you wonder why I'm crazy. And I am most certainly crazy. What would you be like without your brother, Rizzo? Would you go crazy too? Do you love your brother?
Rizzo: Alec knows damn well what I feel for him!
KW: Tell him!
Rizzo: Get away from that crazy bitch, Alec! Run!
KW: I gave you a chance, what happens now is your fault!
Walker suddenly gutwrenches Alec up into the Cherry Bomb position, and with Alec screaming NO! She throws him off the arena!
Rizzo and Sean run outside, the camera following them. “Oh my God, she's killed him! My brother! Alec!”
Rizzo runs out to where Alec would have landed, only to run past his brother, who is heading in the building.
Rizzo: You're alive! How!
AM: She had one of those stunt airbag deals under me. I thought I was dead for sure! You were right Riz, she's crazy!
Rizzo: I'm gonna give her a litte shock therapy in just a few minutes.
Walker has made her way to the ring, and is bowing to the crowd, “I'm a regular Dr. Phil! Look at the love!”
As she celebrates, she climbs up to the top rope, with one foot on the ringpost. Rizzo sneaks up behind her with a steel chair. He suddenly does a springboard dropkick with the chair, planting it across her back! Walker falls, and does a header into the announcer table!
Rizzo drops off the ring, and takes the chair across Walker's back and head again and again and again until IEW security and Sean Dubose restrain him.
JR: I thought she had killed him.
Brutus: I think Rizzo's gonna kill her at the PPV.
*The lights faintly dim into complete darkness as eerie chamber music plays, grey smokes emits from everywhere video screen comes on with pictures of destruction and murder are seen pictures of war, fire and death as the images fade out into sinister laughing. The giant video screen lights up with a huge fireball rips through Earth, suddenly the lights brightly flash on "Better To Reign in Hell" by Cradle of Filth hits the speakers as a 6'10" man wearing white leather pants with with a Red skull covering most of his left leg, on his right theres a picture of a devils skull laughing with flowing red hair. On back of the pants near the tail bone there a picture of a skeleton of an Angel.. Marcus walks to the ring, one scar on the left side of his face from his mid-fore head to down around his left ear, one from his right ear to his chin and various smaller scars litter his face, one across his nose and smallers about his forehead and chin and large deep scars over his body. Marcus walks to the ring deep in thaught, he is wearing the IEW Intercontinental Championship around his waist, he is surround with chants of CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS!!!!
Brutus: Here comes the Intercontinental Champ!
JR: He is a horrible man and a cheat!
Brutus: This man is a champion and a legend Jimmy!
(He enters the ring and grabs a mic)
Marcus McLarkin- Thunder Cat...I'm out here for one thing and one thing only, its about our match next week at Seoul Survivor..I'm putting up my Title and lets up the odds...you place your Masks on the line...and lets just make it one more step above lets do it in a ladder match. No answer to this call Thunder Cat...there is one week left!
(Marcus throws the mic to the ground and raises his title in the air)
Brutus: A man of few words...but a brillant ring master!
JR: Brutus...stop kissing his ass!
[The arena goes black as "Kashmir" by Led Zepplin starts up and Shane Stevenson makes his way to the ring. Fog starts to come out of the entranceway and silver lights light up the entrance as Magnum makes his way out from behind the curtain. He is wearing black leather pants with the words Magnum on the right leg. He walks slowly and calmly down to the ring.]
The Mic: The following contest is scheduled for one fall in tag team competition. Making his way to the ring.. from Atco, New Jersey!!! Weighing in at 318 pounds, he is one half of the IEW Tag Team Champions Of The World!!! He is MAGNUM!!!
[Magnum gets to the ring and stands there staring at his opponent. After a few seconds, he steps onto the ring, grabs the top rope, puts his right leg on the apron and steps up and over the top rope. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms. He steps back and walks to the corner. The Jumbotron suddenly starts to flicker and get filled with static, causing the house lights to go on and off sparatically. After a few seconds, "Click Click Boom" by Saliva starts up, the arena lights cut out, and coloured beams of light move randomly around the stage.]
The Mic: And his partner.. from Wolverhampton, England.. Weighing in at 220 pounds.. He is MALACHI!!!
[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. 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 infront 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 , climbs in, and gets onto the 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. As he does so, the lights go low as "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses begins to play.]
The Mic: And his opponent, from the Deep Jungle weighing in at 535 pounds.. He is the largest wrestler in IEW history.. He is GORILLA!!!
[On the Screen a shadowy image can be seen. When the beginning words of the first verse begin to be heard, an explosion of pyro onstage and turnbuckles erupt. The flames on the turnbuckle set the top half of the turnbuckle ablaze. Gorilla enters carrying two flamethrowers. He raises them above his mouth, in an X shape, after tilting his head up. He spits and the flames shoot up and light a display that spells "GORILLA." He walks calmly and focused to the ring as fans cheer. He steps onto the apron, turns to the crowd, and spits flames toward the first few rows. Then he sets the flamethrowers down and shakes the ropes violently (Ultimate Warrior) then gets into the ring one leg over the rope at a time. Then he takes off his trench coat and hands it to the time keeper. Then he stands in the middle of the ring and does a Rhyno type chest pound before getting into his corner. The lights dim to black when on the tron an image of the word "Hate" is shown written in many different styles. "Some People Hate" by Jay-Z begins to play over the PA when you can hear Morris Foxx's murmur the words.]
"Oh! This must be the way the 'Pac felt when he made Me Against the World, All Eyez on Me People got me feelin like "all eyes on me", "me against the world" Mmm, y'all got me on at the top of my game
Thought people would appreciate what I did to this game Being that, I'm flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood
Come from the same hood you come from We share basically the same stories
Thought people would appreciate what I came and did since ninety-six, every year
Somethin must be seriously wrong with the world I know y'all ain't hatin"
[Morris Foxx comes out to the reaction to the crowd. As he comes out Trinity comes behind him.]
The Mic: And his partner, hailing from Harlem, New York and weighing in at 240 pounds... Accompanied by the lovely Trinity... He is MORRIS FOXX!!!
[Foxx just stands there and scans the crowd until Trinity makes her way down the isle. As Trinity begins to walk, Foxx comes behind her and poses in the middle of the isle as pyros blast off at the top of the ramp. Foxx makes it down to the ring apron and climbs up, he lets Trinity in and enters after her. Foxx gets in the ring, goes to the closest turnbuckle and taunts the crowd as he awaits his match. Shane Stevenson calls for the bell.]
***DING***DING***DING***
JR: And this match is underway. Squaring off in the ring to open the bout is Magnum and Gorilla, two arch-rivals if you will, and they are about to rip each other apart.
[Magnum comes at Gorilla with a clothesline and hits it perfectly, but Gorilla manages to stay on his feet. Magnum looks up at the big man in confusion as he backs up into the ropes and returns for another clothesline only to be met with a hand across his throat and a slam onto his back in the center of the ring.]
JR: Gorilla countered those clotheslines with a chokeslam!!!
B: Did you see how high he bounced?! Magnum hit the canvas and then flew back up 4 feet in the air from the impact. I'd bet money that it knocked all of the air right out of him on the start.
[Magnum is helped up to his feet in a waistlock before being pulled over with a release German suplex. Gorilla then locks on a single leg crab.]
JR: Without a doubt any and all preparation Magnum might've had coming into this match has just been thrown out the window.
B: Yeah, its clear that he never once expected this big man to do what he has to him so far in this match-up.
[Magnum kicks out of the hold and gets to his feet with only a slight sign of a limp. Magnum tries for a roundhouse kick and Gorilla catches it. Gorilla then spins the leg around the other way and as Magnum's back is facing him applies another waistlock. He then gives Magnum another release German suplex. Gorilla quickly follows it up with a knee drop across Magnum's
chest and goes for a quick pin attempt.]
Shane: 1...
2...
JR: And Magnum got out of it just in time!!!
B: I've got to tell you Jimmy, Gorilla is doing a good job of taking the attack to Magnum. If he keeps thisup his buddies are going to have an easy time at Seoul Survivor this Sunday!!!
[Gorilla lifts Magnum up to his feet and sends him to a neutral corner. Gorilla then follows it up with a spear that moves the ring. The camera man on the apron falls down, but both Malachi and Foxx managed to brace themselves by holding onto the ringposts.]
Crowd: IEW!!! IEW!!! IEW!!!
JR: My God!!! Please tell me Magnum is still alive after that impact!!! The ring just moved 3 feet!!!
B: I can't believe my eyes Jimmy. A minute ago the ring was centered and all of the floor was padded. Now on one side of the ring we have padding which is roached up in some spots, and on the other side we have exposed concrete!!!
[Gorilla grabs Magnum by the throat and chokeslams him back into the turnbuckle. Magnum falls to his knees holding his throat as he begins to crawl back slowly to the middle of the ring.]
B: I hate to say this Jimmy, but Magnum looks like hes on his last leg.
[Gorilla grabs Magnum and lifts him up into the air over his head before slamming him down to the mat.]
JR: Gorilla Press Slam by Gorilla!!!
B: And the big ape isn't even done.
[Gorilla picks up Magnum again for a press slam, only this time he spins around before dropping Magnum onto this shoulder for a powerslam and going for a pin.]
Shane: 1...
2...
JR: 3!!! NO!!! Shane Stevenson says that Magnum managed to kick out at two!!!
B: That sure was a long two Jimmy. After all the punishment that he's taken so far in this match, even I would have trouble kicking out of that pin.
[Gorilla lifts Magnum up in a headlock and walks him to his corner where he tags Morris Foxx into the match. Foxx enters the ring and applies a front facelock on Magnum. Foxx walks Magnum back to the middle of the ring and drops him with a DDT. Magnum rolls around holding his head as Foxx lifts him back up and off the mat, then drops Magnum across his knee with a side backbreaker. Morris Foxx then takes a moment to taunt Malachi. Malachi enters the ring and is cut off by Shane Stevenson as Trinity throws a pair of brass knuckles into the ring to Morris Foxx. He quickly puts them on his fist and punches Magnum as he tries to get back to his feet, sending him back into the corner staggering. Morris Foxx then races in with a powerful spear, again moving the ring slightly. Morris Foxx then puts Magnum onto the top turnbuckle and picks him up into powerbomb position. He then turns around as he drops Magnum with a faceplant on the top turnbuckle busting him open. Foxx spins around
hooking Magnum's leg and pulls him over in a schoolboy for the pin.]
Shane: 1...
[Malachi enters the ring.]
2...
[Malachi drops a boot onto Morris Foxx. Shane Stevenson then forces Malachi back to his corner.]
JR: Malachi might've just saved the match right there, because Magnum looks like hes done.
B: I agree. Stick a fork in him. He might still be bleeding but there is no change Magnum is going to cook up a victory here tonight.
[Morris Foxx sends Magnum into the ropes, he bounces off and comes back ducking a clothesline. As he hits the ropes again he is blind-tagged by his partner Malachi, and as soon as Shane Stevenson recognizes it Malachi climbs the turnbuckle. Morris Foxx sends Magnum over his head to the canvas with a backdrop, and as soon as he lets him go Malachi jumps off grabbing Morris Foxx around the head spinning him around for a tornado DDT. Morris Foxx staggers to his feet still spinning around and Malachi takes him back down to the mat with a reverse scoop DDT. Malachi tries to send Morris Foxx into the ropes, but Foxx
reverses it and Malachi goes instead with Foxx following. Malachi jumps up onto the middle rope and then backflips over Morris Foxx hitting a dropkick on his way down into Foxx's back sending him chest first into the ropes. As Foxx bounces off he is tripped over backwards by Malachi who rolls up under Foxx holding his feet, Malachi jumps and lands a legdrop to Morris
Foxx's groin. Foxx gets to his feet and breathing heavilly trying to suppress the pain in his pants as Malachi hits the ropes and returns with a swinging neckbreaker sending Foxx down to the mat. Foxx again gets up groggilly, but this time a little slower as Malachi runs and jumps on the middle rope again before returning, spinning with a wheel kick.]
JR: That was Death From Above, and hes going for a
pin!!!
Shane: 1...
2...
JR: And Foxx got his shoulder up just in time.
B: So far this has been one heck of a match. One can only wonder what will happen next.
[Malachi helps Morris Foxx to his feet and backs up towards his corner where he is blind-tagged by Magnum. Malachi nods his head and then runs at Gorilla landing a spread-legged dropkick between the bottom two ropes into both of Gorilla's knees sending him to the floor below and also hitting his head on the canvas. Malachi continues on out of the ring and applies a reverse Sharpshooter on Gorilla. Meanwhile back in the ring, Magnum is stepping through the ropes and lifts Morris Foxx up onto his shoulder before dropping him to the canvas with a flapjack. Morris Foxx slowly rises up to his feet as Magnum backs up into the ropes and returns with a clothesline from hell. Magnum then lifts Morris Foxx up by the throat and shares a few words before dropping him down to the mat with a devastating chokeslam. Magnum then helps Foxx to his feet to receive a diamon cutter. Foxx is laying flat on his stomach on the canvas as Magnum calls for the Last Call. Magnum puts the limp Foxx's head between his legs and lifts him up in powerbomb position. Magnum then plants Foxx hard into the canvas with a jackknife powerbomb and goes for the cover.]
Shane: 1...
2...
3!!!
***DING***DING***DING***
JR: My God!!! Magnum has done it!!! Magnum won the match and its all thanks to Malachi's turning of the tide.
B: Malachi deserved this win, but in the end it was Magnum who stole it from his clutches with the blind tag. You can only wonder if this is going to affect Magnum's future of holding those tag belts.
JR: Without a doubt it will, because Malachi isn't going to be in his corner next weekend at Seoul Survivor.
B: You're right, but we all know Gorilla will be in waiting for the Beastly Squad as they continue to endeavor to regain the titles they once held, the IEW Tag Team Championships!!!
[Words in a Blackadder ITC font saying "The Elustrious 'M' Presents:" shows up on the bigscreen. The scene that follows is of DarkDragon sitting in his locker room. Everything seems normal as he starts going through his wrestling equipment until a tile in the ceiling moves. From the shadows two legs drop down wearing Bengal striped attire, and between the boots is a thin cable. DarkDragon realizes that he is missing something from his gear and gets up to go look for it just as the legs wrap the cable around DarkDragon's throat and hook the feet between DarkDragon's shoulderblades.]
JR: My God!!! DarkDragon needs help!!!
[DarkDragon continues to struggle as the legs pull him up into the ceiling.]
JR: My goodness!!! How could someone be strong enough to do this!!!
B: I've never seen anything quite like this either Jimmy.
[The tile in the ceiling slides back into place as the security team enters the room and look around helplessly. The scene then goes back to the Blackadder ITC font which says: "The Legacy Of The Elustrious 'M' Continues."]
( The lights dim and a green fog covers the arena as "Welcome to the Jungle" plays in the background. Crocodile enters the arena just as the music starts rocking, accompanied by a few strobe light flashes, as in a strike of lightning. He wears green and black face paint along with a crocodile-head-shaped headdress with a scaly cape attached.)
JR- Here comes Croc!
Brutus- I cant believe the audacity of Croc, attacking Hugh during his State of the Championship address.
JR- Oh come on, Hugh tried to cheap shot him.
( Croc stops on top of the stage to recieve some more cheers then usual. When all of a sudden the cheers turn to boos. Hugh Bristic runs out from the back and sends his IEW Championship right into the back of Crocs head. )
JR- What! Hugh just stabbed Croc in the back, he blindsided him. That coward didn't even confront him face to face.
Brutus- Ha ha, Croc never saw it coming. Hughs gonna teach him a lesson now!
( Croc hits the cold metal entrance ramp and holds his head. Hugh still dressed in his khakis and with a button down shirt, sends a boot into his side. Sending Croc rolling a bit down the ramp. Hugh rips off Crocs
croc mask and cape. Croc gets up to fight Hugh but gets another IEW Championship shot to the face! Croc hits the ground holding his face. )
Brutus- Just like last week, the closest Croc will ever be to the IEW title while Hugh has it, is when Hugh slams it in his face.
( Croc is bleeding heavily now. Hugh gets a bit of a running start and slams his knee upward into Crocs head as Croc is trying to get up. Crocs head slides slowly down Hughs leg. Hughs white khakis are now blood stained, the blood runs down Hughs leg. )
Brutus- ANd now Croc is ruining Hughs pants.
JR- You cant be serious, this is assault!
( Hugh picks up Crocs head and sends a few fists into his face. He tares off his button down and starts to strangle Croc with it. Finally from the back comes road agents and they pull Hugh off. Hugh’s shirt is in his hand, blood stained, as are his khakis. Hugh smirks as he pushes off the road agents, brushes him self off, and walks back up the ramp. )
JR- I dont know if Croc can even compete now.
Brutus: No way in hell, the match is next!!!
JR: Well here we are in a match that was originally supposed to be a fatal four way match. But now it’s a triple threat thanks to that dastardly attack by Bristic earlier.
B: What are you talking about Jimmy? If Croc hadn’t have talked about Bristic then that attack would not have happened.
JR: However, if Bristic hadn’t interfered in the Croc vs. Chaos Intercontinental title match then Croc wouldn’t have talked about him.
B: Whatever.
Mic: The following triple threat match is scheduled for ONE fall. Entering first, weighing in at 289 pounds. He is RAGE!
"Revolution" by Judas Priest begins to play, after the opening riffs, a blast of pyro goes off. Rage walks out with a smile across his face getting a mixed response from the crowd but being cheered. He spends little to no time posing at the top of the ramp way, he just walks down the ramp with the same smile but the second he rolls into the ring he jumps up onto the
turnbuckle and begins to scream and pose for the fans. He hops down to the ring level and gets ready for the
match.
JR: Well it seems like the fans don’t know what to think of him.
B: They should think of him as the loser.
Mic: His opponent, weighing in at 230 lbs. He is "The Right Hand Man". Here is MATT RISON!
*"A.D.I.D.A.S." by Korn fills the arena. Matt Rison walks out from behind the curtain pumping his right hand in front of him. He then stops and looks at his right hand before shaking it viciously up and down as if to be cleaning it off. He then makes his way down to the ring trying to get high fives from the crowd, but no one gives him one so he looks at the crowd holding his arms out like "what gives?" as he continues to walk to the ring. He climbs in and up onto the second rope where he does his "Jacked Up Dance" as cameras flash from several places in the arena before hopping back down to the mat.*
JR: Why does he keep wondering about why people won’t touch his right hand? That’s ridiculous.
B: No it isn’t, it’s funny.
Mic: Entering next, their opponent, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, and weighing in at 228 lbs. He is the first ever and current Anarchy Champion. Here is DOWNFALL!
*The opening notes of "Walk" by Pantera start up on the PA system, as the arena goes dark.*
“Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been, belong.
You can't be something you're not.
Be yourself, by yourself, stay away from me.
A lesson learned in life, known from the dawn of time.
Re spect, walk.
What did you say?
Re spect, walk.
Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?”
*When the lights come back on, Downfall and Michelle are standing at the top of the stage. Downfall 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 runs into the ring and jumps on the turnbuckle, standing there, arms out (ala Randy
Orton). When he hops down he holds the Red Hood mask in his hands, staring at it with intensity, as he gets down and stares at his opponents.*
JR: Here is Downfall. He looks relieved since croc isn’t in this match.
B: Of course that’s one less person he has to concentrate on. I’m sure he’s glad croc got beat down and that Croc had it coming.
JR: SURE Brutus.
DING! DING! DING!
*All three men collide and exchange blows. Downfall (D) pushes Rage (R) away then Matt (M) dropkicks D in the knee then M dropkicks D in the head and sends him down. Then R grabs M from behind and executes a back body suplex. D gets up and leans against the turnbuckle as R and M face off. M gets up and R and M begin to duke it out again.*
JR: What a match this is turning out to be so far.
B: Boy I’ll say I don’t know who’s going to win this one.
*Rage picks M up but M reverses and hits a Piledriver on R. M then runs after D and the two get into a fist fight.*
JR: Downfall has to realize that he can’t just stand around all day and watch his opponents fight it out.
B: It IS a good strategy though.
JR: Yes it is.
*M goes for a DDT and D pushes him off and hits a spinning heel kick. Then D eggs M to get up. When M gets up D is behind him. Then D hooks M’s right arm into a half nelson, hooks right leg into a fisherman's suplex position, lifts overhead for a powerful slam right into a pin.*
JR: Dragon’s Fang! It could be over here.
B: Yes it could.
*D releases then grabs and stares at the Red Hood mask.*
JR: What is this? Is Red Hood going to come out?
B: I hope so.
*R comes in and begins wailing on D. R whips D into the ropes and goes for a spine buster. D then reverses by raking R in the eye and when R turns around D hits a spear. M is up and behind D. When D turns around he gets a mandible claw.*
JR: Finger Lickin’ Good! I don’t think it tastes good at all.
B: HAHAHAHAHA!
*R breaks it up and all three get back into a fist fight. D rakes M in the eyes and then D rakes R in the eyes. D then hits M with a standing clothesline. Then D hits R with several hits before executing a pendulum back breaker. M gets behind D and the two get into it again.*
JR: This has sure been some back and forth action.
B: I can’t disagree with you there Jimmy.
*R then attacks M from behind and D backs up to catch a breather. R and M continue to exchange punches. R hits M with a Belly to Belly Flip. R then goes to the top of the turnbuckle.*
JR: What is he going to do? It could be The Explication.
B: Not if Downfall has something to say about it.
*D hits the ropes sending R down sitting on top of the turnbuckle. D then locks in a reverse chinlock on M. M starts to get up and fights back. M whips D into the ropes and when M comes back. Then M executes an uppercut into D’s groin with the ref watching, D slumps and M tosses him over with a fireman's carry, the referee gets in M's face about it but he sells it
off by saying "It's nuttin' but a toss ref!!" Then he goes back to D.*
JR: Nuttin' But A Toss by Rison. What a dirty trick.
B: That was great, but MAN that has GOT to hurt.
*R and M get into it again. M tries to pick up R for a suplex, but then R reverses it into a Stall Suplex into a High Impact DDT.*
JR: The End! It could also spell the end of this match right now.
B: I wouldn’t be so sure.
*D gets to R before the pin attempt can be made. D and R get into a fight. D then executes a spinning neckbreaker. Then JT runs down to the ring.*
JR: Jason Twisted! He has come down to the ring.
B: What’s going to happen now?
*JT gets in the ring, as the ref checks on M, and runs and tries to big boot D. D ducks and R is hit, as R gets to his feet. D then superkicks JT out of the ring. The D locks in the a modified Boston crab.*
JR: Dark Backward! This could be it.
B: Yes it could.
*M then breaks up the submission. R grabs M and executes a Continuous Powerbomb into an Insider Edge. Then D puts M into a Samoan drop position and swings it down into a huge sidewalk slam.*
JR: Xtremity Maker and Red Death consecutively! What a series of moves that was!
B: Boy I’ll say. Looks like they’re both going up top.
*R goes up top as does D. R faces the fallen M and D has his back to him. D executes a moonsault and hits it. Then R hits a Swanton Bomb and all three men are down. M in the middle, D on one side and R on the other.*
JR: Oh MY Goodness! I can’t believe what I’ve just seen here. First was the moonsault by Downfall and then The Explication by Rage.
B: I know what you mean. Who’s going to win now.
1…
2…
3…*D and R begin to crawl to M. both men put their arm over M’s chest and collapse, at the same time.*
1…
2…
3…
DING! DING! DING!
*Some confusion is brought as the ref is talking with Mic. Mic then addresses the crowd.*
JR: I wonder who won?
B: It HAS to be Downfall.
Mic: And your… winners by pinfall… DOWNFALL AND RAGE!
JR: I can’t believe what I just saw. Both men won.
B: That’s nuts.
JR: One can only imagine how this is going to affect the match between these two.
*D smacks the mat in frustration. Then he goes for R who slides out of the ring. R then walks up the ring as the Michelle hands D the Anarchy title. R points to the title and then does the motion of it being around his waist. D shakes his head and shouts some choice words to R as the scene fades out.*
Credits:
Match 1 - Jay Flanders
Match 2 - Doug Wise
Match 3 - Mike Robinson
Match 4 - Lonnie Hash