[The scene opens. Khrystal Walker is seen in her Big Pink wrecker, pulling the Renagades' crushed limo to a salvage yard. She gets out to inspect her handiwork and to untie from the vehicle, when she notices a package on the ground in front of her. Picking it up, she looks at one side, then the other, revealing that 'To Khrystal Walker from PPV.'

KW: PPV? What about the PPV?

She looks inside to reveal a studio one-inch videotape labeled 'Mayhem.' She puts it back in the package, and sits it in the driver seat of her wrecker.

KW: I hate mysteries. What do I freakin' look like, Nancy Drew?

She starts to unhook from the limo as the camera fades.

[The scene fades into the arena as pyros shoot off from the entrance ramp and a pan of the crowd picks up signs saying "Dør Save The Queen", "Get Well Soon T-Neff", "Jesse, Let Me Be Your Juggernaut", "The Rage Revolution Begins Tonight", and "Cry Me A River Khrystal Walker". The scene then goes to the announcer's table.]

JR: Good evening wrestling fans and welcome to Sunday Night Mayhem. I'm your host Jimmy Rollins.

B: And I'm his partner Brutus. And tonight we're going to bring you some of the best wrestling entertainment the industry has to offer.

JR: Well right now, ladies and gentlemen, we have a match with two young and up coming stars in the IEW. David Sanchez and The one simply known as X.

B: What kinda name is that?

JR: Dunno, ask him

The Mic: Coming down the alie, he weights in at 255 pounds…..DAVID SANCHEZ!!

The lights dim. The crowd grows silent. You hear two people arguing. one female & one male voice. The Titantron lights up with a picture of a car. The two people still fighting. You hear him try to start to car. but nothin happens. He trys it agian...Nothing...Then on the third time BOOM! the car explodes! and over the PA you hear Debris flying. Fire cracking and a nother black man's voice echos.

Black man: Never ever.....fuck with the Jail bird......

("Immortal" by Adema blast through out the PA. A huge blue X covers the ring.)

Adema: LETS FIGHT!

(Boom pyros explode and David Sanchez appears at the top of the stage. He has a black rag covering his face. His white wife beater is all wet from the water he pourd on himself back sage. He runs strait for the ring and slides in. As he gets to his feet he throughs up the west coast sighn and taunts the crowd. The music still blares over the PA. He waits as the crowd stops booing and cheering. The music dies down and he stands in the middle of the ring waiting.)

JR: I wonder if X will be ready for such a wrestler?

B: Why you asking me?

JR: I dunno, maybe cuz it’s your job to have a rough idea what’s going on in the match

B: Meh

JR: God I hate you

The Mic: His oppenint, he weighs in at 249 pounds……..X!

"Machine" by Static X begins to pound through the PA system. Right as the chorus begins to play, X walks out with his head bowed. He gently looks over the crowd through his mask and shakes his head. He bows his head once more and slowly goes to the ring. At the turnbuckle he looks over the crowd and takes off the loose robe and noose that hung around his neck. X enters the ring and glares at DS.

DING DING DING

JR: Here we go!

X and DS hope up and X gets the knee up and hits DS hard in the chest. DS tries to walk away X gets a few right hands in and throws DS to the ropes. When DS comes back, X jumps up and hits a jumping calf kick. X picks up DS and hits a few upper cuts and again throws DS into the ropes and then hits a back drop.

B: Damn! X is just kicking his ass!

JR: Seems that way don’t it?

X waits till DS is up, by the ropes, X then runs to the ropes , jumps on them and comes back with a drop kick and knocks DS over the top rope. X then runs to the ropes and hits a baseball slide to DS’s face, which sends him rolling back. X picks up DS and throws him back into the ring. X then climbs the top rope and waits to DS to get up. DS slowly gets up and X jumps off the Top Rope Hurricana! He goes for the pin

1……

2……

NO!

DS kicks out but X seems he don’t’ mind. X goes behind DS and seems to wait for him to get up, when DS gets up and turns around, X grabs him and hits a text book T-Bone Suplex. DS holds the back of his head as X grabs DS and hits another one!

JR: Looks like X is just playing with David

B: No? Really?

JR: Shut it

X then gets a huge smile and yanks DS up and pulls him in close. X then brings DS up for a Suplex but then hits a High Impact DDT!

JR: They call that “The end!”

B: But it’s not really…..Look!

X then climbs the top rope and poses for the crowd, who boos, and hits a prefect Swanton Bomb with Pin. The ref counts

1…

2…

3~!!!!!!!

DING DING DING

JR: My god, it’s over already!

B: David didn’t get one shot in!

JR: Look out for X, he may be big trouble for the IEW roster.

* Camera pans into the backstage area finally Commissioner Marcus walks into the view from the right of the camera wearing a Black Gucci Suit. Marcus comes up to a door with a tag on it reads "IEW President Matt Rison’s Office". Marcus knocks on the door a few times, it opens on it own *

JR- Wonder what the Commissioner is up too!

Brutus- Hopefully we will! But I remember seeing Matt Rison step out of the arena a little bit ago.

Marcus- Hello Mr. Rison are you in there!

* Marcus walks into the room yelling out for Matt Rison, he comes to the desk thinking to himself "Guess, I’ll leave a message". He pulls a pen from his jacket pocket and begins writing a message on the desk, when he notices a large rat sitting on the desk, Marcus swings down trying to smash it but is scurries away the force knocks of a brief case that opens as it hit’s the ground and cracks the desk*

JR- Well what a nice surprise!

Brutus-(shakes his head) He’s an angry man!

Marcus- (rubbing his chin) Well, this is odd!

* Marcus leans down as the camera follows him down, Marcus is know in a kneeling position*

Brutus- WHAT DOES HE SEE!

JR- This could be interesting, this is Matt Rison’s office!

Marcus- WHAT! (He begins to laugh and then begins speaking as he notices each item) Opened and Unopened packages of YawnexxX Brand Condoms, Dirty Magazines, and oh! This might be what we are all looking for!

Brutus- LOL! What a surprise is right Jim!

JR- Oh no!

* He pulls a pair of leather gloves from his pocket, he then picks up a video cassette*

Marcus- I guess….. I should round up The Watchmen and Warpath and take a look at this!

(Scene fades back to ringside)

JR: Now, this should be interesting. A return match.

Brutus: Yeah. All of these guys have history.

(Warrior walks down the aisle, climb into the ring, then points up his middle fingers when he climbs the turnbuckles He gets in the ring to a mixed reaction.)

Announcer: Introducing first, from parts unknown, he weighs in at 135 pounds... THE WARRRIOR!!!!

JR: The Warrior looks focused tonight.

Brutus: WARRRR-RRIOR! COME OUT AND PLAY-AYYYY!!!

JR: ...God you're embarassing.

Announcer: Annnd, his partner, from parts unknown, he weighs in at 220 pounds... C-J... DUUUUDE!!!

(The lights dim, and "Whiskey In The Jar" by Metallica plays as C-J walks to the ring with blue and red lights flashing all over the place, slapping the fans hands. He enters the ring and climbs the turnbuckles to salute and poses for the fans.)

JR: Well, looks like they're focused and ready for action.

Announcer: Annnnd their opponnents... BENGAL SUPREME AND LEEEEGEND!!!

(Bengal Supreme and Legend walk out together, to no particular music. They talk some trash to C-J and Warrior, in the ring, but they stay at ringside. Finally, Warrior and C-J get tired of that, and dive over the ropes, taking out Bengal and Legend.)

JR: My God! C-J and Warrior both with a suicide dive onto Bengal and Legend to get this match started!

(Warrior rolls Legend in. C-J irish whips Bengal into the ring steps, which go flying. In the ring, Warrior lays the boots to Legend, who fights back with an elbow to the gut. Warrior tries for an irish whip which is reversed, and he gets a knee to his midsection from Legend.)

Brutus: Legend's taking it to Warrior inside the ring, and C-J and Bengal are still fighting outside. It's frickin' chaos!

(Tina Garcia finally gets C-J to stop pummelling Bengal and go to his corner. However, Legend has Warrior in a neck vise submission. Warrior tries to elbow out of it, but Legend pulls his hair and brings him back down to the mat hard.)

Brutus: Ouch. That had to hurt.

JR: That wasn't legal!

Brutus: Yeah, that too.

(Tina is distracted by C-J complaining about this. Bengal slaps his hands to simulate a tag, and comes in. Bengal and Legend stomp Warrior, and choke him out on the bottom rope. Meanwhile, Tina is trying to keep C-J from coming in the ring.)

JR: That's not fair! There wasn't even a tag!

Brutus: It's all good if the ref don't see it, you know that.

(Legend finally leaves. Bengal points at C-J, then at Warrior. Bengal gives Warrior a harsh delayed vertical suplex, then floats over into a pin.)

1..

2.. No, Bengal lifts his shoulder off the mat.

Brutus: Even Bengal knew it was too early.

(Bengal goes to lift Warrior to his feet, but gets an enziguri for his efforts. Warrior starts to crawl to his corner trying to tag in C-J. He succeeds, tagging in C-J, who clotheslines Bengal Supreme, but Tina is distracted by Legend, and didn't see the tag. She tells C-J to get out, because the tag wasn't valid.)

JR: No! Tina didn't see the tag!

Brutus: Just like a woman. They see what they wanna see...

(Bengal laughs at C-J, but as he turns around he gets a urange suplex (AKA the Rock Bottom, with a little more throw in it than a certain movie star) from the Warrior. Warrior floats over for the pin as Tina counts.)

1...

2...

3... No, Legend breaks it up.

(Legend and Bengal irish whip Warrior to the ropes, go for a double clothesline. They miss. He bounces off the opposite ropes and jumps off, taking them down with a flying double clothesline. All three men are down. Tina starts the 10-count. 1...2...3...4...5...Bengal and Warrior show signs of life... 6... Warrior pulls himself up by the ropes. Warrior runs off the ropes and lands a jumping elbow drop across Bengal's chest.)

Brutus: Where is he getting this from?

(Legend runs at Warrior, but receives a stinging chop to the chest. Followed by a second, then a third. Bengal gets up, but C-J runs in and clotheslines him over them both over the rope.)

Brutus: Who is the legal man in this situation?

JR: I think Warrior is... I don't know.

(Legend irish whips Warrior into the corner, but Warrior accidentally squishes Tina, who was in the way.)

Brutus: Uh-oh, Tina sandwich! Hey, that sounds good!

JR: You pervert. But our referee is out!

(Bengal, seeing that the official is down, grabs a steel chair from ringside. He's sizing up Warrior now, but C-J interrupts it. Bengal swings the chair at C-J, C-J ducks and nails a stunner. He rolls Bengal back into the ring, where Legend is mounting punches on Warrior's face.)

JR: Now we really don't know who the legal man is!

(Legend laughs at Warrior, but as he turns around, C-J catchs him and gives Legend a big chokeslam.)

JR: Dude Drops!

(Bengal Supreme gets up, and Warrior puts him up on his shoulders, before giving him his rotating fireman's carry finisher.)

Brutus: Uh... whatever he calls that!

JR: The rotating fireman's carry!

Brutus: I thought you could only get that from a Vietnamese prostitute.

(C-J grabs the fallen Bengal Surpeme, and clamps on a torturous STF submission. Bengal has no choice but to tap out. At the same time, Legend comes up behind Warrior, picks him up, and lands a rotating fireman's carry of his own, and drops into a pin. Around this time, Tina Garcia comes to.)

Brutus: C-J's got Bengal in the Man-Breaker, will he tap? Yep, he did. Too bad.

JR: My God, there's Legend, with a rotating fireman's carry! And a cover!

Brutus: Wait... they can't both win this match.

(Tina looks at Bengal, who is still tapping, and at Legend, who is still in the pin position, saying "Come on, did I win or what?!" Then she orders the bell rung.)

Announcer: By order of the referee, this match is a draw.

Brutus: A draw? What? Nobody's an artist!

JR: It had to be a draw. Bengal tapped out, but Warrior got pinned.

Brutus: But there was no winner.

(C-J has a look of disbelief on his face. Legend screams "Bullsh*t!!)

JR: You can be sure that this one isn't over, folks.

[The fan's attention is turned to the Jumbtron, where in big letters it says, "Earlier Today". The words fade into what appears to be a hospital, and Matt Rison is walking down one of its hallways, finally stopping at a room. He knocks, and a doctor answers.*

Doctor-Are you here to see.........

Rison-Neff? Yes I am.

Doctor-Com one in.

*Rison enters the room to see Neff, sitting up in his bed, heavily bandaged at the head and shoulder. He turns to look who the visitor is, and looks disappointed when he lays his eyes upon Rison.*

Neff-Oh, its just you. I was expecting someone else..............

Rison-You're too kind.

Neff-(laughs) I am, arent I?

*Rison ignores him and continues with his business*

Rison-In all due honesty, I am just here to see how you are.

Neff-Wow........Just think, someone gets hurt, THEN you care. Wow, I would have never guessed. But hell, Im fine. Except this poor bastard (points to doctor) won't let me out of bed.

DOctor-Due to the fact we still dont have a clue as to what the hell happened to him.

*Neff suddenly looks as if a lightbulb lit up in his head*

Neff-That reminds me. Rison, I heard about a security tape gone missing, one that can prove who hurt me and how?

Rison-Yes, but as of now I have no leads on where the tape is.

Doctor-Not to be rude, but we will need that tape if you ever want me to clear T-Neff to wrestle. I am not going to assume he has one injury, then clear him and have him get hurt becuase I didnt do the right thing. I need that tape....(cut off by Neff)

Neff-Hell, he doesnt need the tape. I DO! Whoever hurt me will pay, Rison. I dont care if I get fired for my actions against that person, but they will pay. So Rison, you had better find that tape, or else I will find it, the man responsible will be dealt with, and then I will deal with you, and that is a promise. Do you understand?

*Rison seems obviously angry, yet upset at the same time.*

Rison-As I have been doing all week, I will do my best. I hope to see you back with us soon, Neff.

Neff-O, dont worry, you will. You will.

*Rison turns to leave the room and the camera comes back to Mayhem. The ususal pyros go off as JR and Brutus come on the air*

JR-Welcome to MAYHEM, everyone, and we have a great show ahead of us!

B-Yeah, and it was nice seeing T-Neff back to his usual, um......, self, I guess.

*Jeremiah Airhart is standing in the ring, mic in one hand, briefcase in the other*

JR-And it appears that Jeremiah has an announcement to make.

B-Please dont kiss anyone's ass.

JR-Well, given The Texas Redneck's current state, I, Jeremiah Airhart, am hereby taking over T-VOlution.

*The Crowd Mostly Boos, showing that the fans have warmed to T Neff*

JR-And since T-Volution cannot operate with just one man, I came up with an idea.

*Airhart opens the case, revealing a T-Volution shirt that reads, "2005 T-Volution Invitational". When the crowd sees this, they stay silent*

JR-Thats right. At our next PPV, I, Jeremiah Airhart, will be holding an invitational. The winner of the invitational will become the newest member of T-Volution. I have already hand selected three men to be in the invitational, and there will be one more selected before the PPV. Thank you for your time, and have a nice night.

*Airhart leaves the ring with the briefcase and T-Shirt*

JR-And a big announcement by Airhart here to kick off Mayhem.

B-But the question is, who is in this invitational.

JR-I have no idea, but this will make things all the more interesting at the PPV.

*Suddenly, “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns n Roses plays. Lion and Crocodile emerge from the apron, wearing their replica tag titles around their waists. Lion is holding up a sign that has the letters P-H-A-T written in capital letters.*

JR: What in God’s name is going on around here?

*Croc and Lion go in the ring and grab microphones.*

Lion: Ladies and Gentleman!

*cheer*

Croc: Please welcome the newest member of the Beastly Squad, the very first Prep Hunter As Trainee, VIPER!

*”Welcome to the Jungle” plays again and Bryan Strain comes out of the apron. He has bright green spandex shorts, with matching boots, knee pads, and elbow pads. He holds his sledge hammer, but he is holding it upside down. It is painted bright green and an image of a viper is carved at the base of the handle. He also has a black shirt on with cut off sleeves that has P-H-A-T written on the front and back. Strain gets to the ring and gives Lion his sledgehammer. Lion and Croc then exit the ring and go to Strain’s corner. Strain takes off his P-H-A-T shirt before the start of the match. Lion and Croc go to the announcement table and after requesting the table JR and B take a seat away from the announcement table.*

Lion: Now it’s time for the TRUE tag team champions to support our trainee, Viper.

Croc: Yeah that is true. We are the TRUE champions unlike the idiotic Directors – I mean, E-Rectors. Now let’s get Viper’s chump opponent out here, Jeremiah Airhart.

Lion: Just call him Airhead. Same difference.

Mic: And his opponent, needing no introduction, Jeremiah Airhart!.

Lion: I see that Airhead is in the ring now.

*Jeremiah and Viper circle the ring then Jeremiah looks over at Lion and Croc and taunts them. Lion and Croc both stand up. Lion takes off his head set and acts like he is about to go inside the ring and pummel Airhart.*

Croc: Airhead, you better watch what you’re doing.

*Lion puts back on his headset as Croc points behind JA. JA turns and Viper hits him with a huge clothesline sending both of them over the top rope. Both men hit the floor.*

Lion: Well seems like Airhead needs to pay more attention to what he’s doing.

Croc: He sure paid for that one. Speaking of which The Directors should stick to their day jobs. They don’t make very good commentators in the first place.

Lion: Well I don’t know. At least they wouldn’t be able to cheat at commentating.

Croc: They’d probably find a way.

*1… both men start to get up. 2… both men exchange punches then Viper whips JA into the ring steps. Lion and Croc both applaud this action.*

Lion: He’ll feel that in the morning.

*3…JA slides in the ring. When Viper slides in, JA starts stomping him. He picks up Viper and executes a punching combination. Viper then hits the mat.*

Croc: Fists of fury on Viper! C’mon that is about as pathetic as the E-Rectors saying that they let us win.

Lion: Yeah true that was a pathetic excuse. C’mon Viper, get up!

Croc: It looks like Airhead is going to the top rope. It could be the Falling from the top.

*JA looks over the audience as a mixture of them cheer and boo. JA does a diving headbutt off the top rope and Viper rolls out of the way and then viper quickly rolls over JA and attempts a pin.*

1…

2… KICK OUT!

Lion: Well, Airhead fell from the top alright. Right onto his head.

Croc: That should have been a 3. Come on, ref! Count faster!

Lion: Yeah, definitely. But now Viper should continue to add the pressure on Airhead.

Croc: Yeah, on his head.

*Viper picks up JA and executes a DDT. He tries to pick up JA again. JA then starts hitting Viper in the midsection. He then executes a series of head butts. Viper struggles to regain consciousness as JA backs up and readies for a clothesline from Hell. Viper turns around and JA hits him with a Clothesline from Hell. JA pins Viper.*

Lion: Not the Atomic Clothesline!

1…

2…

3. KICKOUT!

Lion: The ref was counting too fast there!

Croc: I’ve seen better clotheslines from midgets. Good job by Viper.

*JA, who is evidently very frustrated, sets up for another Atomic clothesline. When JA runs at Viper, Viper reverses and hits a Spear. He then backs up and eggs JA to get up.*

Lion: YES THE BLITZ!

Croc: Looks like he is trying to end it here with a submission.

*As JA struggles to his feet, Viper locks in a Cobra clutch. JA stumbles onto his knees. Then JA grabs onto the rope. Viper then lets go. JA gets to his feet then the two exchange blows again. JA kicks Viper in the gut and nails the falcon arrow. JA signals for it to be over. As he places Viper in between his legs for the J-Bomb, Viper reverses with a back body drop. He locks in a sharpshooter. JA with one of his free hands tries to reach for his barbwire baseball bat.*

Lion: A sharpshooter locked in it could be over here.

Croc: Yeah although looks like Airhead is trying to reach for that bat of his.

Lion: Let’s hope that the ref sees this and puts a stop to it.

*As the ref is being blocked from seeing JA by Viper, JA grabs the bat and with a backhand swing he hits Viper upside the head and he hits the floor. Before the ref can see the bat JA lets it drop and pushes it out of the ring. Then he pins Viper.*

Croc: C’MON REF THAT WAS WEAPON USE!

1….

2….

3….

DING! DING! DING!

Mic: And the winners of this match, via pinfall: Jeremiah Airhart!

Lion: The stupid Ref is blind.

Croc: I can’t believe this. That little…

*JA slides out the ring and grabs his bat. Lion and Croc get up and take off their headsets, as JA slides into the ring. JR and B retake their positions behind the table, as Lion and Croc are stopped with their attempts of trying to get inside the ring individually. JA continues to beat on Viper continually as he becomes bloodier. The ref says that’s it, talks to Mic, and then signals for the bell again.*

JR: What’s happening now?

B: You would think that the ref would realize that ringing the bell after the match doesn’t mean anything.

JR: Oh would you shut up, Brutus. Mic is about to say something.

Mic: The decision for this match has been reversed. The winner of this match: Bry…I mean Viper!

JR: OH MY! I have never seen anything like that.

B: Jeremiah Airhart isn’t happy with this.

*Jeremiah picks up his bat and after three more strikes to the body of Viper, Lion and Croc slide in at the same time and El Diablo comes running down the ramp to pull JA out of the ring before Lion and Croc can get their hands on Airhart.*

JR: Airhart BARELY escaped the clutches of Lion and Croc.

B: We need some EMT’s to come down and treat Viper.

*Lion and Croc are pointing at JA as to say “We are going to destroy you.” JA just slightly chuckles being held up by El Diablo with his left arm and holding the blood stained barb wire baseball bat with his right hand. The two exit as the medical team get into the ring to tend to Viper, Lion and Croc then help out with tending to Viper. Then everyone leaves the ring, up the ramp.*

JR: Well that was some match. What a match this was.

B: Yes and at least we have our seats back. THIS IS OUR JOB! Why can’t we just stay here all night and let the superstars wrestle.

JR: I don’t know. Well let’s see what is coming up next tonight.

[The scene goes backstage showing Matt Rison warming up for his match later tonight throwing air punches in the air in his private locker room seperate from his office. DarkDragon slowly opens the door behind Matt Rison and sneaks up behind him. DarkDragon then delivers a massive uppercut to Matt Rison groin. Matt Rison grabs himself in pain as he slowly falls to he knees. Dragon then kneels down beside Rison who is in pain. Dragon laughs.]

Dragon: Hey, pissant, how are you doing? I know your probably not too surprised to see me, but just wanted to let you know that, you are not gonna screw this up for Little Doll and I. She intends on having my child, and I intend on being there when she has the baby, regardless whether she says I am only saying this cause the cameras are on and when the cameras are off I am a different person.

Rison: What are you talking about?

Dragon: The Dragon's Child is in her and I'm not going to let you kill it.

Rison: Wha...?

Dragon: You know what I'm talking about Matt!! You put her in a match last week against someone over twice her size and a male at that. You intended her harm just as you tried to see to the end of the family legacy I am creating. The kid will be as normal as he can be, regardless of who it's parents are.

[Matt Rison goes for a punch at DarkDragon and misses. DarkDragon grabs Rison's arm and moves around behind him grabbing the other arm in a full nelson. DarkDragon then dragon suplexes Matt Rison without releasing twice before releasing on the third dragon suplex. DarkDragon then gets back in Matt Rison's face.

Dragon: Don't ever touch her, you loked out pervert! I shall be the only one to touch her, but in a good way. If you do anything bad to her, I'll be looking for you and I am sure the others of the Juggaloz will be there to make sure you pay for doing what you done to her. Watch your back!

[The scene goes back into the arena as 'Cherry Bomb' by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts plays over the PA.]

JR: What's going on here? Khrystal Walker is heading to the ring!

B: Walker? It isn't Halloween!

Walker grabs a mike and walks into the ring.

KW: You guys all know that I made a big promise for the last Mayhem. I said I would beat the World Champion, Boca, and dared Mo'Bad and Boca's running buddy, DarkDragon, to stop me. Well, I didn't get the job done. I got half, though. DD and Mo, you couldn't stop me. Now, Airhart got himself knocked out just in time for the charlatan to get the pin. Big whoop.

Now this is the big deal. If you saw the match last week, you wouldn't have figured that I did much of anything at all. In fact, everyone in the match got a lot of airtime except yours truly. You guys saw the mystery tape I got when I took the limo to the junkyard. Here's what was on it! Ready when you are CB!

The Risontron reveals a wide angle scene of the match from last Mayhem. DarkDragon tries to take Walker off her feet with a spinning heel kick, but Walker sidesteps, catches him, and drops him for a backbreaker. Boca tackles her from behind, grabs a leg, and is sent flying as she kicks him off.

KW: Great footage, wonder why it didn't make TV?

Later Boca tries a tope suicida, but Walker catches him, lifts him up in the military press position, and tosses him on DarkDragon!

KW: Look, this is not gonna be the Khrystal Walker show, so that's all I'm gonna show, but believe me, I could show this all day long. Boca was beaten, DD was beaten, and Mo was beaten. By me! By the unstoppable, unshootable, unsinkable, One Bitch Army! I did it! They couldn't stop me! Don't they get it now! I'm back! I'm gonna take the IC title back! ME!

Walker leaves the ring.

JR: Why didn't they show that great footage?

B: Walker's broken mirrors, she could break cameras and TV's.

The Mic: This next match is a none title contest between two Extreme title holders.

Jimmy Rollings: On the basis that we commentate I’ve never been so intrigued by a match.

Brutus: I have to say I agree, Dør is highly fascinating, but even by being memorable, can he withstand the beast unleashed? Probably not, Downfall has heaps of experience, Dør acts like every experience is his first.

The Mic: Now coming down the Aisle the IEW’s Extreme Champion, Dør!!!!

=Dør staggers out to the aisle way as 'Nebel' by Rammstein plays softly. Dør explores those near by with an animal like curiosity. As he enters the ring, he makes loud clicks to the crowd, and surveys all that he has stolen from the crowd as he passed through. His entrance video is of a long thin white room, where he watches with interest as he is filmed clicking and skulking=

The Mic: And now his opponent, The IEW’s Extreme Champion 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 stretches his arms on the ropes (Like Chris Benoit) and prepares for the match.

Jimmy Rollings: Downfall has the size advantage and he’s wasting no time!

(Barely has he finished preparing Downfall is on the attack! He’s cool and calm, but has a rage burning inside as he muscles up and grapples with Dør! He over powers Dør and sends him to the ropes! Dør hobbles back and Downfall blows him off his feet with a spear!)

Brutus: Nice move by Downfall!

Jimmg Rollings: Early win!?

(Downfall covers Dør)

Referee:

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Kickout!

(Downfall tries to pull Dør up by his mask, and Dør struggles to adjust it, almost as if downfall wanted to get the identity business out of the way early on. Dør performs and unusual kick to the mid section and Downfall doubles over. Dør sets up a spinning neck breaker, but as he goes to spin he twists Downfall’s head and drops him forehead first onto his knee! Like a knee-factor!)

Jimmy Rollings: Ouch!

Brutus: That was too quick to see, look in the replay there! (Replay is played) Dør spins with the neck breaker, but then grabs Downfall’s head and drives it into his knee!

(Downfall is back up though, and soon takes out his opponent with a dangerous powerslam. Dør stands and is met with a fist, and quickly floored with a short arm DDT! Downfall then straddles Dør and then pounds his head with a closed fist, even though Dør wears his mask. The punching seems to do no real damage, but the sheer viciousness would be enough to intimidate anyone! Dør is grounded, and even more so with Downfall, holding him in a triangle choke and armbar combination. Dør rolls around with Downfall still locked in tight. Then Downfall slowly releases him. Suddenly the truth of the matter is revealed! Dør has locked in his own hammer lock when Downfall was choking him! With the hammer lock in place both men writhe on the canvas, until Dør stands, and using the turnbuckle executes the Hammer Lock face plant!)

Jimmy Rollings: Nice move but can he make the cover?

(He can’t as Downfall is too fresh and nails Dør with a hard spin neckbreaker! Dør bounces from the force and Downfall covers him.)

Ref:

1

2

Kickout!

Brutus: Close there, I think all that is left is for Downfall to nail any of his finishers and it’s all hands down for Dør!

(Downfall throws Dør to the ropes, and bounces back to nail a running Dør with a spinning heel kick! Then after a small interlude of a raised X, Downfall sets up the beast Kick! He throws Dør to the ropes, and sets up the move! But Dør collapses, and Downfall nails mid air. Downfall turns, to catch one of Dør’s feet kicking towards him. Then a hopping Dør leaves his only standing foot to give Downfall one cracker of an enziguri!)

Brutus: That was vicious!

Jimmy Rollings: But where’s he going? Make the pin!

(But Dør seems not to want to. He turns his attention on Michelle who is at that moment stating him down. It’s almost like she’s ready for a fight! Dør slips out of the ring and does staggers over to her. Michelle equals Downfall’s viciousness from earlier, and slaps Dør a beauty right across his masked face. But unlike earlier with Downfall, Dør seems to be badly effected and he shields his face. Michelle watches the crooked beast hide his masked face from her, as he fiddles with the mouthparts. Then Dør looks up, and fires a sickening stream of Vomit from his mouth right into Michelle’s face! She staggers back and at once Downfall is up and angry. As the referee rushes to the aid of Michelle, Downfall reaches over the ropes and begins to pull Dør up by the straps on his mask. Dør is choking. But he breaks the hold in enough time to fire a vertical stream of horrid vomit into the eyes of Downfall! Gagging and gasping Downfall falls to his back wiping the filth from his face. Dør locates a ring side chair, and climbs into the ring and begins to smack Downfall with it! Downfall is down but not out! He low blows Dør! And sets up a cradle pile driver over the chair! With a sickening crack Downfall drives his smaller opponent into the chair and dents it. Downfall covers, but a present chair and no referee to make the count means the match must continue.)

Jimmy Rollings: It’s over!

Brutus: Referee! Get in the ring!

(Downfall is still blinded, and he spends a long time clearing the horrid mucus out of his face. He sniffs trying not to be sick himself. Dør is up, and Downfall has a chair in hand ready to leave the face of Dør as a stain on the canvas, but Downfall is still fighting blind. He swings, and Dør collapses to escape. Then Downfall is unsure whether or not he’s nailed Dør. He turns and falls victim to the Ulcer sweep! But Dør is unfinished. He sets up the chair, and places Downfall’s head inside it. Then on the bottom rope, he sets up a crooked leg drop! The loud crash alerts the referee. Dør is aware of the referee and he slides the chair from the ring, leaving a stream of vomit on the canvas leading out to where the chair now rests. The referee is disgusted by the state of the ring, but counts none the less.)

Referee:

1

2

3!!!!

The Mic: Ladies and Gentlemen! Your Winner, The Renegade Extreme Champion Dør!!!!

Brutus: You know that would have been a nice finish, if we didn’t see fragments of carrots and pasta out there on the arena floor.

Jimmy Rollings: Forget the green mist legends. There’s a new order in down, that being blow chunks to victory!

*The lights faintly dim into complete darkness as eerie chamber music plays, gray smoke emanates from everywhere .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 a black Gucci Business Suit with a black leather trench overcoat, Gucci watch and $1,000 shoes. 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 smaller about his forehead and chin and large deep scars over his body. Marcus walks to the ring deep in thought carrying a mic to the course of "God", "God Of Extreme", cheers and boos, he enters the ring with a smile on his face*

Marcus- Excuse me ladies and gentleman I have an important announcement to make here tonight!

JR- I want to know what’s on that video!

Brutus- Is it the one we were looking for?

Marcus- I’m here to make sure everything goes down RIGHT! In the Unification Match of the Extreme Titles so I am making myself the Referee for that match at the PPV!

(Loud Cheers can be heard through the arena)

JR- My word, what a huge announcement!

Brutus- Now with him as Referee this will be Extreme!

* Marcus walks goes through the ropes, down the steps and up the ramp till he is out of sight as the crowd roars in favor of Marcus*

The Mic: The following match...

Brutus: I'm looking forward to this one Rollings.

JR: I bet you are.

The Mic: Is a MIXED Gender Tag Team Match! First he is the Wrecking Machine!

( The lights go out. Now on the titantron, in big blue bold letters on a black screen reads, When two worlds collide, then shown on the screen is a nuclear war taking place. The screen goes back to black where in big blue bold letters reads, when earth shadowing natural disasters wipe out half of humanity, now shown is a clip of of an earthquake destroying a whole city. The screen black again reads in big blue bold letters, when the seas dry out, now a clip shows a dried out land with dead fish, and sea weed along with littered trash everywhere. The screen goes black once more and reads when monsters are born, a clip of a godzilla movie is shown, showing Godzilla destroying Tokyo. The screen goes black again. In big red blood droppy letters it reads A WARPATH IS RESURECTED. Pyros expload as Enter the Sandman by Metallica hits the p.a. and Warpath comes out and nods to the crowd. He has intensity written all over his face as he slides into the ring and throws his arms up with a monstrous roar to the crowd. The lights come on as he readys himself in a corner. )

JR: He's been a force in his other federations, the IEW is waiting for him to show his true light here.

The Mic: And his tag team partner ...

( “Bully” by Eminem plays as the lights in the arena go dim and hundreds of flash photos go off as The Watchman steps out from the wrestlers’ entrance. Completely ignoring the crowd he makes his way down to the ring and slides into the ring.)

JR: Do you see The Watchman carrying something?

Brutus: I think he has a lead pipe. Its ok, he's putting down by the ring post.

Brutus: And you think he's not going to use it.

The Mic: The Watchman. And now the mixted tag team of Jesse Juggs and "The Baddest Man on the Planet", The Renegade International Champion ... Mo Bad!

( Mo Bad appears onto the entrance ramp, coaxing Jesse Juggs to follow him down to the ring. Juggs looks worried but Mo Bad tries to tell her it will be ok. )

JR: The competitors are set up, and this looks like it'll be Mo Bad and Warpath starting us off.

Ding Ding Ding

( Warpath and Mo Bad give each other a stare down. Warpath makes obscene gestures toward Jesse Juggs, Mo Bad gives Warpath an elbow and then quickly goes into a hard lock up. Mo Bad controls the lock up and pushses Warpath toward the ropes. The ref breaks the lock up and Mo Bad gives Warpath a dropkick. Mo Bad jumps on for a quick cover ... )

One

Kickout

( Warpath gets up right into a Mo Bad superkick! )

JR: Mo Bad coming in quick and aggressive.

( Warpath dodges another dropkick and kicks Mo Bad, then picks him up in a military press and slams him! Warpath taunts to the crowd who cheer wildly. Warpath picks up Mo Bad and holds Mo Bad vertically across one of his shoulders and hooks his arm around their neck, then he drops to his knees, giving them a very hurtful and painful modified neckbreaker. )

Brutus: The Detroit Damner!

( Warpath covers ... )

One

Two

Th... Kickout!!

( Warpath picks up Mo Bad and tosses him into his turnbuckle. Then Warpath turns around and tags in The Watcher. Jesse Juggs puts her hands on Mo Bads face to see if hes ok but the ref tells her thats a tag and forces her to get in. The Watchman gets right into Jesse Juggs face, and out of fear she slaps him. The Watchman makes no motion, but then grabs her by the hair, to the delight of the fans, and forces her to tag in Mo Bad. Mo Bad gets in but refuses to wrestle The Watchman. )

JR: What the hell is happening in this match. There is so much undercurrent, relationships we don't know about. Im confused.

( The Watchman moves back and retags in Warpath. Warpath comes in and clotheslines Mo Bad BIG TIME! Warpath picks up Mo Bad and hits Belly to Belly suplex! Then he picks up Mo Bad and hits a twisting implant ddt! The crowd pops.)

Brutus: The Silencer! Warpaths finishing move!

( All of a sudden Jesse Juggs yells at Warpath. Warpath turns around and Jesse Juggs lifts her shirt and flashes Warpath. )

JR: ....

Brutus: Shes FLASHING HIM!!!

( Mo Bad looks up and school boys Warpath grabbing the ropes. But theres no cover. The ref is still stareing at Jesse. Juggs puts her shirt back down and the ref wakes up and turns around, and makes the cover... )

JR: Mo Bad has the ropes, thats illegal!

One

Two

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

The Mic: And your winners, Jesse Juggs, and MO BAD!!

( The Watchman picks up the supposed pipe and lifts it for the crowd to see. )

Brutus: Thats no pipe Rollings.

JR: Thats a crowbar!!

( The Watchman walks toward Mo Bad who cowers underneath The Watchman. But the Watchman hands the crowbar to Mo Bad. Mo Bad looks confused but The Watchman points toward Warpath whos back is turned and is at a turnbuckle. Mo Bad nods, still confused, and The Watchman leaves the ring. Warpath turns around right into a SHOT by the crowbar! Warpath falls down flat and Mo Bad lifts the crowbar to a chorus of boos. )

(A video clip of Muhammad Ali vs. George Foreman is shown. During the clip several Ali sound bites are played.)

Ali: I am the greatest!

(Ali takes several shots from Foreman while backed up on the ropes.)

Ali: I am a baaaad man!

(Later in the fight Ali leads with his wrong hand, giving Foreman more opportunity to hit.)

Ali: I'll beat him so bad he'll need a shoehorn to put his hat on.

(8th round. Ali lands a hard right hand that send Foreman to the ground for good)

Ali: If you dream of beating me you better wake up and apologize.

(As Ali plays to the crowd chanting "Ali, boma ye!" over and over a voice over come on)

Voice: One man has set the standard for all who follow him. He is the greatest of all time. Soon, the greatest returns.

(The video clip stops and Jimmy and Brutus are sitting bewildered at what they just witnessed.)

Jimmy: Do you have any idea what that was about?

Brutus: Whoever it was is pretty damned egotistical to think they're that good without showing their face.

Jimmy: Good point.

DING DING DING

The MIC: THE following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the IEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP! (Crowd Cheers) First, on his way to the ring, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 285 pounds, PRIMETIME LAMONT JACKSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JR: Like it was said, one fall to a finish, IC title on the line here tonight on Mayhem.

B: And like I have said all week, it will be easy pickings for Dragon, he has Lamont beat.

JR: That remains to be seen.

*"Downfall" By Trust Company fills the arena, then everything goes black. After about 30 seconds, big pyros go off on the stage as "Downfall" hits the chorus. Standing on the top of the ramp is Lamont Jackson, his back turned to the crowd with his hands raised high. He walks down to the ring, slapping 5 with everyone around him, and then gets into the ring, takes off the gold neckalce, and awaits the champion.*

The MIC: And his opponent, from Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is the reigning IEW Intercontinental Champion, DARKDRAGON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*"Co-Dependant" by Adema plays over the PA. As the song starts off spiraling pyros and rising up from the top of the ramp. The video shows time from Dragon’s debut match against Sephiroth in the tv title tournament, then switches to his superman seat/peg grab roof to roof gap over the helicopter in Russia, the acid drop Flair Tailwhip to the ramp below on the street from the top of a old building. Other scenes show clips from his various competitions, and his match against Nitrus and the other match against Falcon. Then clips from his TLC match for the Tag Titles. Out walks Dragon onto the ramp with his tag title over his shoulder. Then Dragon walks down the ramp (Randy Orton style) with the title still on his shoulder. Dragon rolls into the ring and lifts his arms up while standing in the center of the ring (Randy Orton style) then drops his hood and takes off his shirt and sets it and the title down at the ring post. He jumps down, staring Lamont down.*

JR: To say the least, this should be interesting.................................

B: If it goes long enough...................

*Dragon picks his title back up, walking over to Lamont. He brings the title up to face level, showing Lamont what the match is all about. Lamont knods, then motions that the title will soon be his. Dragon laughs, throwing the title aside. No sooner does he do that does Lamont deck him with a right to the face. Dragon, on the ground now, rises as fast as he fell, returning the favor to Lamont, only he begins to stomp away. He picks Lamont up, shooting him to the ropes. However, Lamont does a baseball slide out of the ring, avoiding Dragon, at least temporarily.*

JR: Lamont trying to break the momentum or Dragon here, good strategy.

B: But you see, he couldn't win this match even if he had all of his brothers from the hood here.

*The referee gets to an 8 count, and Lamont finally gets back into the ring. LJ and DD come to the center of the ring, and finally, the match finally resembles a little of wrestling and not brawling. However, Lamont, being the more imposing of the two, finally wins the test of strength, and sets Dragon up for a powerbomb. He connects, and now takes control of the match. Lamont bends down and begins to punch Dragon in the face, and the ref begins a count.*

REF:

1

2

3

4

*Lamont stands up, then tries to stomp a hole through Dragon. Pleased with his work, he picks Dragon up, sending him to the corner. Lamont runs for the corner, but is stopped cold by a boot to his face by Dragon. Dragon, seeing that this could be his chance to seize momentum, grabs Lamont and germans him into the turnbuckle, seemingly knocking LJ out. DD picks Lamont up, sending him to the ropes. When he comes back, Lamont ducks, hits the ropes, and tries to hit a clothesline on the rebound. However, Dragon sees it coming, and ducks the attempt, climbing to the top rope. Lamont turns around with a confused look on his face, and Dragon takes to the air, flattening Lamont with a well placed clothesline.*

JR: Could this be it?

B: Hell yes it could, and it will.

*Dragon, instead of going for a pin, however, takes back to the assault. Instead of a pin,

Dragon motions for Lamont to get up, readying for a Driver.*

JR: If Dragon hits this Spear-Like Maneuver, this will be all she wrote.

B: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Dragon comes for Lamont, who dodges at the last moment, but Dragons spear does connect, only with the referee.*

JR: And we have a man down!

B: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DO IT AGAIN!

JR.........................

*Lamont rolls out of the ring, seeing that a 10 count will not be utilized. As he leaves the ring, 'Mo Bad comes down the ramp, steel chair in hand. He stalks Dragon, and just before he connects, Dragon turns and grabs the chair, sending 'Mo out of the ring. With the distraction, Lamont comes back into the ring and begins stalking Dragon.*

JR: Wait a minute here, this could be Lamont's chance to win the biggest match of his IEW career to date.

B: TURN AROUND DRAGON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*A little late this time, Dragon turns around to a kick to his gut from Jackson. When he doubles over, Lamont sets Dragon up for a Soul Train. He connects, and apparently has defeated Dragon for the title. The ref starts to awake, and the first sight he sees is Lamont Jackson pinning DarkDragon.*

JR: SOUL TRAIN! SOUL TRAIN! LAMONT JACKSON HAS CAPTURED THE IEW INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE!

B: HOW!

Ref:

1....................

2.....................

*Dragon puts his foot on the bottom rope, but the ref doesnt see.*

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DING DING DING

THE MIC: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, he is the NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, "PRIMETIME" LAMONT JACKSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Half of the crowd cheers for Lamont, while the other half is too shocked to cheer or boo.*

JR: I cant believe it, but Lamont Jackson is now the reigning Intercontinental Champion here in IEW.

B: But Dragon's foot was on the rope.

*Meanwhile, Lamont Jackson can be seen celebrating in the ring with the championship belt, but the ref sees Dragon, still down, and still with his foot on the rope. He walks over to the Mic, and says something.*

JR: What is this about?

B: Maybe the ref finally sees his mistake.

THE MIC: The ruling made by the referee is that DarkDragon had his foot on the bottom rope BEFORE the three count was completed. Due to this ruling, the match will RESTART right now under the same rules the original match was fought under.

DING DING DING

JR: And the referee laying down the law here in this IC title match.

B: HAHA, look at Lamont. He is almost in tears because he didnt actually win.

*Lamont takes a heavy breath, then looks at the belt being taken from him. What he doesn't realize is that Dragon has recovered, very quickly at that, and is now standing behind him. Lamont backs up right into Dragon, who delivers a Torque Converter, destroying Lamont. Dragon, now with an intensity in his eyes not seen before. Dragon then picks Lamont up and gives him an Unearthly Flame, setting up for the Tortured Nightmare, which also connects. Now, with Lamont down in the center of the ring, Dragon debates with himself whether to pin Primetime or not. Eventually, instead of pinning, Dragon puts Jackson into the Hold Yer Own.*

JR: Oh my gosh, here it is, will Jackson tap, or will he keep fighting?

B: TAP OUT SUCKA!

*Lamont begins to go for the ropes, and then Dragon puts even more pressure on him, and Lamont sees that he won't make it to the ropes. Finally giving in, Lamont taps.*

DING DING DING

THE MIC: HERE IS YOUR REAL WINNER, and STILL INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, DARKDRAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNN!

JR: And Dragon ending what could have been a very controversial title exchange.

B: *Whew* I knew he could do it, that is why he is the Champion. For a moment there though, I was afraid he was going to turn into another Doctor Love.

JR: Yeah, right..........................I feel for Jackson right now, he thought he had the title won, but instead it was a short lived reign.

B: Like his almighty title reigns, HAHAHA.

JR: Sure, why not.

*Now, as Dragon celebrates his win, 'Mo finally recovers, bringing the steel chair with him into the ring. As Dragon turns around, title in hand, 'Mo slams the chair into his face, bringing the end to his night.*

JR: Now what the hell was that all about?

B: 'Mo wants to make sure he sent a statement to the "Champ".

JR: Sure, whatever you say.

[DarkDragon finally recovers and returns to his feet, again holding his title up high as he staggers around. DarkDragon is celebrating his win, when Khrystal Walker slips up behind him. He spins around only to have Khrystal push him quickly into the ropes. She ties his arms up and takes a microphone.

KW: Just what do you think you're doing? Two-timing me with some other wrestler behind my back? Didn't you think that would break my heart? Especially since my favorite piece of jewelry was on the line. O, boo-hoo! I'm gonna cry!

No, scratch that. I'm the One Bitch Army. I don't cry. I make the boys cry! In case you don't get it, you stole something that belongs to me. Hey, this is wrestling, where stealing is part of the game. After all, if this was a fair sport, you would have never gotten your hands on the belt in the first place. That's cool. That I can deal with in time.

She reaches in her tights and pulls out the letter that had been in her tights. "Check this out, DD. This is a letter from the FCC, telling me I have to pony up 250,000 simoleons due to my little exposure when you ripped off my top. Why should I have to pay that? It wasn't intentional. I didn't do a Janet Jackson. YOU RIPPED OFF MY TOP! And I gotta pay the fine! You know what that tells me? It tells me that this fed is just like all the others I've been involved. They don't like me. They don't think I sell well. How would they know? I've been in three feds, and I have never had a piece of merchandise devoted just to me. One Freak Show T-Shirt, and one with me and DethSquad in the IEA. Like I've said before: I don't sell merchandise, I sell wrestling! The fans spend their money to see the Modern Day Spectacle kick some ass!

Well, lemme tell these fed-heads something, and Rison in particular. Get used to me being here! Rizzo couldn't stop me, Nick Sloan couldn't stop me, Sean Dubose couldn't stop me, Slayer couldn't stop me, and Deth himself couldn't stop me! What makes you think you can? I can out-wrestle, outfight, and out-screw anybody, and that includes you, Rison, and your little bicycle-riding pet monkey here. So how about this: you give me a title shot next week, and nobody gets hurt. Except him! (Pointing toward DD)

Rison walks out on the stage. "What in the HELL do you think you're doing? I go to the back to get a grip on something, and here you are taking over the show. Let me tell you something bitch, this is MY show, whether you like it or not!

As far as your fine goes, your boobs come out, your cash goes out. Which reminds me: you lost that match. You lost your rematch. You didn't make good on your promise with Boca. Why should I give you a title match? I shouldn't. But there will be something on the line next week."

Walker leans back eyeing Rison.

Rison: You will fight DarkDragon, that's true. But instead of the IC title being on the line, it be your career! If you don't win against DD next Mayhem, you're gone, you're outta here, in other words, YOU'RE FIRED!

Rison walks back to the back, a smirk on his face, as Walker glares.

JR: This could be it for the OBA!

B: Good for ratings, bad for DarkDragon. You know she's going to have to go all out, and that could be forty whacks with that ax!

JR: And in mere seconds, a tag team that quite frankly no one suspected to win, the being E. G. Mackie and the Pineapple, will be taking on Thunder Cat and, of course, Matt Rison.

B: What do you mean, no one thought they would be undefeated. Neff knew. Thats why he plastered Strain, hahahahahaha.

JR: Regardless, lets go to the Mic.

THE MIC: The Following Match is Scheduled for one fall.

*The arena lights flicker and a solemn atmosphere is created as 'The song of the Volga Boatmen' plays slowly, volume increasing as upon the titantron images are shown. The images seem to be in black and white, like old movie footage, and the film has been placed erratically like someone has tried to fit the film together in a hurry. The images consist of cost lines and beaches, and then all is changed when a single eye appears and stares forward. The eye is all that is seen on the screen, but within the pupil there spins an hypnotic symbol. A black `M spins counter clockwise within a silver circle spinning clockwise, with an almost alluring effect. But it does not stay long as the eye closes and from there E.G Mackie walks out onto the stage and makes his way down to the ring. As he walks the images change to phrases, that look like they have been scratched into the film. Phrases such as 'Kill the ego' and 'Don't wake him up' and of course 'Euan is Good' E.G Mackie walks slowly down to the ring and he looks around at the crowd, and upon entering the ring he climbs the turnbuckle and surveys the crowd, with a quick personal celebration, in which he raises both arms with his hands outstretched. He leaves the turnbuckle and grins foolishly as his music trails off. He remains leaning on the ropes at the turnbuckle, waiting, patiently.*

THE MIC: First, coming down to the ring, weighing in at 160 pounds, from Kirkcaldy, Scotland, E. G. MACKIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

JR: Oh and look, here comes everyone else with that damn pineapple.

B: And quickly, it is not 2 on 2, but rather 8 or 9 on 2.

JR: Well, maybe the pineapple will win again.

THE MIC: And his partner, already in the ring, THE PINEAPPLE!

*The Pineapple, to many people's surprise, actually gets cheered, and a chant of "You Beat Strain" starts.*

JR: And, uh, well................

B: THE CROWD IS LOVING THIS FRUIT!

*"Hunger" by Kick Axe starts up and pyros go off. When the first verse starts up, the Thunder Cat explodes onto the ramp (like Mysterio). Walks down to the ring and jumps from floor to apron. Enters the ring (like Macho Man) and stands in the corner facing across the ring.*

THE MIC: And the opponents..................First, weighing in at 245 pounds, hailing from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, THUNNNNNNNNNNNNDERRRRR CAAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!!!!!

"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 noone 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.

THE MIC: And his partner, IEW PRESIDENT MATT RISON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DING DING DING

*Rison and TC decide who will be in first, as Mackie appears to be high on the other side of the ring. Eventually, Rison decides he will start, walking to the center of the ring. However, Mackie does not advance, and the Pineapple cannot. Rison stands in the middle of the ring, confused, and then looks to the ref for a call. The ref, not seeing a rules infraction taking place, says there is nothing wrong.*

JR: And Mackie is not responding here in the early stages of this fight.

B: Go get 'em, Pineapple!

*Finally, disgusted with waiting, Rison goes to the corner to confront Mackie. He tries a straight punch to the face, but Mackie simply jumps away, dodging him. This time, the men are in the center of the ring, and yet again, Mackie dodges everything that Rison tries to do. Finally, he becomes frustrated and tries a clothesline, which Mackie reverses into a Fireman Carry Flip. Rison rises to one knee and begins to stare a hole through Mackie, who motions for him to get up.*

JR: And maybe Mackie does have an idea on what is going on here.

B: Naw, that was just a reflex.

*Finally, Rison and Mackie meet in the middle of the ring, where Rison finally imposes his will on the much smaller Mackie. Rison bodyslams Mackie, then picks him up for another. However, Mackie somehow reverses it to a single arm DDT, taking Rison down. Mackie stands up, and gives the referee a look like "Im leaving". Mackie turns around a walks up the ramp as the referee counts him out.*

JR:.................

B: MACKIE! THE RING'S THAT WAY!

*Mackie just continues to walk*

REF:

1...................

2....................

3.....................

4......................

5.......................

6........................

7.........................

8..........................

9...........................

*Rison and Thunder Cat begin to celebrate, but in all of their haste did not realize that Mackie re-entered the ring. TC asks the ref why he isnt finishing the count, and then Mackie rolls Rison up for a pin.*

REF:

1...............

2...................

*Mackie gets up, arguing with the ref that it was a 3 count before TC broke the cover up, but the ref insists it was a "long 2". Mackie, visibly frustrated, finally sees that he wont win against the referree and turns around. However, by then Rison is on his feet. Mackie turns around to a stiff kick to his stomach, and Rison kneels down, placing Mackie across his knee. Then, Rison looks at TC, who knods, then looks to the fans with a hand up in the air, and the fans go crazy. Rison obliges by spanking Mackie. Normally, this would have a 5 count involved, but the referee is laughing too hard to count. Finally, Rison lets go, but he isnt done yet. Rison walks over to the pinepple, which is in Mackie's corner. Taking the pineapple over to Mackie, he tags him with it, making the Pineapple legal. He then waits for him to get up. When Mackie does, Rison brings the Pineapple up as if to suggest he is about to crack it over Mackie's head. Instead, Mackie kicks Rison in the gut and runs out of the ring.*

JR: A near miss for Mackie and his, uh, partner there.

B: Oh no, he almost killed him!

JR: Im sure Mackie would not have been killed.

B: Im not talking about him! Im talking about the Pineapple!

*Mackie appears to be leaving again, and Rison tags in TC. TC immediately heads for the Pinapple and pins it. Mackie runs toward the ring, but Rison connects with a crossbody over the top rope to ensure he wont break it up.*

REF:

1.................

2.....................

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE MIC: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS VIA PINFALL, THUNNNNNNNNDER CAT and MATT RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Camera pans into view again, this time in a back office with a large TV screen blazing with an image that can’t be made out do to focus problems*

Voice- Come on in this is Interesting!

* Commissioner Marcus is seen sitting in a large leather chair, and Warpath is sitting in a folding chair as they eat popcorn*

Marcus- Adult rated films, not for your eyes boy!

Warpath: You mean not for the Watchman's eyes.

[Marcus gets a strange look in his face.]

Marcus: Where exactly is The Watchman?

Warpath: Who cares man? This movie is interesting!!

[Matt Rison walks into the office wearing his wrestling attire sweating.]

Matt: What the hell are you two doing?! Turn that shit off!!!

[Popcorn flies everywhere as Chaos and Warpath get to their feet. They both are also really quick to put what is left of their tub of popcorn over the front of their pants where they are bulging. Chaos manages to get a hand free of his bucket and grabs the remote turning the television off. Chaos and Warpath stay silent.]

Matt: What have you guys been doing all night?!

Warpath: Well... We...

Matt: SHUT UP!!! You two haven't done anything tonight!!! Khrystal Walker had T-Neff's injury tape. You allowed DarkDragon to attack me AGAIN!!! Is there anything you guys are good at anymore?!

[Matt Rison leaves slamming the door. Chaos and Warpath look at each other.]

Warpath: I think I'm good for a little more video.

Chaos: Yeah, what Rison doesn't know he's missing isn't going to hurt him at all.

[Chaos and Warpath sit back down turning the tv back on.]

Warpath: I think I do need a new bucket of popcorn though.

Chaos: Well, you better go get it while I'm rewinding this tape. Something tells me Rison was just here to ruin the good part.

Warpath: Yeah, what was up with him anyways?

Chaos: Who knows? The only thing I know is that if he has any problems with stress because of his job, he's going to get his relief soon enough.

Warpath: HAHA!!! I feel you. Don't ware out that tape before I get back.

[The scene goes back to ringside as Hugh comes out to AC-DC's "Big Gun", quickly running out to the stage and motioning to the crowd to cheer for him. He makes a walk down the aisle, with an air of pure confidence, nodding his head at people in the crowd. He slides into the ring where he taunts the crowd some more. His taunting soon ends as "Revolution" by Judas Priest begins to play though out the arena, out walks Rage who has the fan support in this match. Hugh and Rage stare each other down from a distance, Rage bolts for the ring and Hugh quickly gets out pointing to his head acting like has out smarted Rage. Rage just paces around in the ring for a moment or two then goes to his corner. Hugh enters the ring and the referee show the Renegade World Title Off for the crowd to see, he then motions for the bell.

B- This is going to be one helluva match

JR- You have got that right. This match has taken months in the making, and you've got to admit it's been fishy how Hugh never did defend his title against Rage.

B- He didn't have to, and Rage didn't deserve it.

JR- Right, Whatever you say Brutus.

B- He didn't! Rage didn't deserve a match against Hugh.

The two circle each other for a moment or two until the tie up in the middle of the ring. Hugh works a double wrist lock as Rage tries to work his way out, but to no avail. Rage begins to buckle a little bit, but out of no where he head butts Hugh right in the forehead. Both men tumble back a little bit, but then they lock up again, this time Rage tosses Hugh across the ring. Hugh lands in the corner and looks up at Rage who has a big smile across his face. Not wanting to be bested by such a simple move Hugh charges at Rage and manages to toss him over his shoulder. Rage bounces to his feet and is met with another running move from Hugh Bristic. Rage quickly acts and drop toe holds him into the canvas. He quickly flows over and applies a cross face.

JR- Wow, both men are going back and forth, this has been pretty dead even.

Hugh battles the pain and makes it to the bottom rope, the referee makes Rage break the hold and he does at the third count. Rage waits in the corner for Hugh to get up as he uses the ropes to his advantage taking his sweet time to get to his feet. Rage charges at him, but Hugh lifts him out of the ring. Rage falls to the outside hard. Hugh taps his head as he taunts the crowd on the turnbuckle. Rage slowly rises to his feet and is knocked down again by a big double axe handle. Hugh drags Rage up and tosses him into the steel steps for good measures to make sure his opponent is a little bit woozier before taking care of him in the ring. Hugh pushes Rage in the ring and goes for the pin...1...2... Rage kicks out.

B- Come on Ref we had a new champion!

JR- Rage isn't going out that easily; let's not forget his Extreme Title reigns, a bump like that is nothing!

Hugh looks a little bent out of shape then shakes it off and drags Rage up. He pounds right forearm shots into Rage's face as he reels back and forth, after quite a few shots he sends him into the ropes. Rage bounces back and Hugh grabs hold of Rage, but out of no where, Rage belly to belly flip suplexs him down to the ground. Hugh arches his back in pain as Rage falls to the ground still a little disoriented from the shots to the head. The two struggle to the other sides of the ring, Hugh makes it to his feet first, but Rage isn't that far behind. They meet in the middle and trade blows, until Hugh cuts Rage down to size with a knee to the gut, with Rage doubled over his delivers a spinning neck breaker. Instead of going for the pin, he opts for a submission move in the form of a headlock with leg vice.

B- Come on Rage! Pass out!

Hugh increased the pressure by arching his back some, Rage tried to flip over towards the ropes, but Hugh counters this way out. After fighting back for awhile, the referee finally comes into check on Rage. He grabs one of his free arms; it flops back down to the canvas. The referee grabs the same arm, lifts it up and it falls to the mat once more. The referee lifts it once more, instead of it falling to the canvas; a harsh elbow strike goes into Hugh's side. This at first does not bother Hugh all that much until, the elbow continuously strikes his side. After about 5 strikes, Rage manages to roll over and grab the bottom rope barely. Hugh releases his leg vice and just begins to kick away at Rage. Rage rolls out of the ring again and falls onto the outside. Hugh waits a couple moments for Rage to come back in, but he is still out on the floor. Hugh rolls out of the ring and brings Rage up, he puts his head under his arm for a suplex, but Rage grabs hold of Hugh and shoves him hard into the guard rail. Hugh holds his back while Rage jumps up on the apron of the ring and flies off with a double leg lariat that topples Hugh into the crowd. Avoiding DQ, Rage grabs Hugh by the neck and tosses him over the guard rail and avoids using any chairs. While Rage climbs over the railing, Hugh scrambles to his feet. Hugh quickly drags Rage off the barricade and gives him an elbow shot to the chin. Rage wobbles back and returns the favor with a hard open hand slap across the chest. Hugh cringes in pain and turns around to be clotheslined down by Rage. Rage taps at his head and mocks Hugh as he slides him back in the ring. Rage follows suit and drags Hugh up for a suplex, but holds him up in the air. After the stall suplex, Rage goes into the pin.

JR- This might be it...1...2...3!!

B- No! Hugh Bristic just barely kicked out!

Rage grabs his hair in frustration for a moment, but then calms down and goes back on the offense. He drags Hugh up to his feet and Irish whips him into the ropes, Hugh bounces back with a high drop kick that knocks Rage into the ropes. Hugh grabs hold of Rage and tosses him over head with a belly to belly suplex. Hugh Bristic rushes to the turnbuckle and stand there perched waiting for Rage to get to a vertical stance so he can work his magic with his signature move The Muken. As Rage stands up he flies off the top rope, but Rage rolls out of the way and Bristic eats canvas. He struggles to get up, but Rage exposes this mistake and boots him in the gut. Rather than trying to finish the match with his finisher he drops Hugh on his head with a piledriver. Hugh holds the top of his head in pain, while Rage goes up to the top rope and leaps off with a stunning 450 Leg Drop. Rage goes for the pin.

B- Come on Hugh! Kick out!

JR- 1...2...

B- OH MY GOD! HUGH KICKED OUT!

JR- That is amazing!

Rage can't believe his eyes, he questions the referee but he keeps telling him two. Hugh rolls Rage up with a school boy as he once argued with the ref...1...2... Rage rolls out of the move and backs away from Hugh. Hugh gets up, and Rage charges at him with a clothesline, he ducks the move and quickly Irish whips him into the ropes.

B- HOT SHOT! HOT SHOT! HUGH NAILED THE HOT SHOT!

JR- 1...2...3... NO!

B- That was 3!

JR- Rage lifted his shoulder at the last moment!

Hugh's jaw drops to the floor, he looks at the referee in awe as he goes for the pin again...1...2... Rage again kicks out. Hugh can't believe it; he gets to his feet and yells at Rage to get up. Rage slowly gets up and as he does, Hugh goes to lift him up for an atomic drop but Rage hits a massive jumping DDT off on the former champion. Hugh doesn't stir, but to make sure Hugh doesn't get back up for the 3, Rage drags him to his feet.

JR- Rage is going for That Xtremity Maker!

Rage powerbombs Hugh down to the ground twice then slams him down once more with The Insider's edge. He goes for the pin...1...2...3!!

B- As much as I hate to admit it, Rage has retained the Renegade World Title!

Rage's arm is raised in victory and he is presented his world title suddenly the lights flicker off. The fans boo and scream and when the lights come on. Rage is laid out cold in the ring while Boca del Inferno is seen beside him smiling at Hugh with a chair in hand. He extends a hand to Hugh who smiles and goes to shake it. As they shake hands, Boca pulls Hugh to him and hits the Spin Doctor onto the steel chair. Hugh is laid out beside Rage as Boca grabs a mic and both World titles. He looks down at Rage and shakes his head)

Boca: Rage, Rage, Rage. All you do is talk and you never shut the fuck up. You're a nothing, Rage, a nobody. You' re not a recognized Champion here in the IEW. Matt said it himself. All you are is a thief. Now you said nothing about a match at the PPV and you said nothing about wanting to face me, so I went to the Commish and asked a favor. Not one where not only do I get what I want, but one where he gets what he wants. You see I want the real World title, not some decoy and the Commish just wants to see you hurt.

(Boca kicks Hugh in the side of the head)

Boca: This is for you too so listen up. The Commish said that since I was gonna get involved in this match anyway that he would grant you a rematch Hugh. Now this is not only a rematch, but a chance to prove what you say.

(Rage stirs a little on the mat and Boca drops an elbow onto the back of his head)

Boca: Now you settle down and listen dear little boy. Now to tie all this together, he made up a contract for a triple threat match at the PPV next Month. This match is going to be one for the record books.

(Boca lays Rage's stolen World title on Rage's back and smiles)

Boca: The sign will say, Hugh Bristic VS Rage VS ...

(Boca gets down in Rage's ear and screams.)

Boca: ME!!!!

(The Crowd erupts in a huge cheer as Boca sits up and smiles. He looks around the arena and then looks back down at Rage and Hugh.)

Boca: Oh and I forgot to say a few more things. Who ever wins this match, wins the spot in the books at the IEW World Champ, and he gets the real title.

(Boca nudges Rage's head with his foot)

Boca: Bet you wanna know the match don't you little man, don't you!

(Boca nudges Hugh as well.)

Boca: Listen Hugh, you will like it. The match is one that will keep all three of us close and unable to run and hide. It is a Three Story Hell in a Cell.

(The fans cheer once again as Boca looks down at Rage)

Boca: And just like with me and Bakuryu, only way to win is to grab the title from a wire high above the third cell. So what do you think Rage?

(Boca puts the mic to Rage's face and we hear a muffled "Fuck you." Boca shakes his head)

Boca: Wrong answer.

(Boca drops the mic and picks Rage up. Rage tries to fight him off, but Boca kicks him in the gut and nails the Mouth of Hell onto Rage's World Title. Boca grabs the mic and gets down in Rage's now bleeding face.)

Boca: See you in Hell Rage!

(The lights go out again and when they come back on, a man in black, known to the IEW as the Watchman is standing behind Boca with a crowbar in hand. As Boca turns, the Watchman swings the crowbar and flattens Boca. The Watchman follows through then puts his hand just above his eyes as if to see how far he just launched Boca into orbit. The Watchman then turns around and drives the butt end of the crowbar into the back of Boca's head, rendering him unconscious. The Watchman looks around the ring for a moment while the audience gasps, then picks up Boca's mic.)

The Watchman: Shut up you hypocrite! SHUT-UP! While I may agree with you on Rage, you yourself are no better, Boca! You cheated Love to win and he has yet to even receive a rematch. Were it not for a blind referee's blunder, you'd be scrubbing toilets! You, my friend, are not worthy! Now I don't know what promises the Commissioner has made and what ones he hasn't, but he's paid me to do a job and that job is to restore order here in the IEW.

(Boca begins to stir and the Watchman stops. Boca struggles up to his feet but the Watchman drops the mic, then moves in quickly and hits the Wrecking Ball, laying Boca out again. The Watchman hovers over Boca for a moment, then picks up the mic and continues.)

The Watchman: There are two things that signify the pinnacle of the IEW and they are the actual IEW World Championship belt and earning the right be called so in the public's eyes. While the fans may adore you Boca, they all know you didn't win and since you didn't beat Love and since Rage has the real belt, what the hell does that make you? I'll tell you what it makes you. It makes you a waste of my air time. Luckily, though, I haven't been paid to deal with you. No, it wasn't you I came out to see at all.

(The Watchman walks over to Rage and uses the hooked end of the crowbar to hook Rage under his chin and bring the semiconscious man up to his feet. The Watchman then hooks the bar under Rage's chin and hits a double armed DDT.)

The Watchman: Rage. You seem to be a wanted man these days, but don't let my attention fool you. I want less to do with you than a bad case of herpes. In my eyes, you're not a threat, but a joke and the only reason I'm here is to pick up a piece of property for my boss that you stole, or rather, had stolen for you. Everyone knows that YOU couldn't have come up with a scheme like that, but the parties over Rage. You're two minutes of fame has come to an end and the belt, that made you so famous, the ONLY thing, is going to be returned to its rightful owner, and THAT will be the end of that.

(With that, "Bully" by Eminem begins to play and the Watchman bends down to pick up the REAL IEW World Championship Belt. The Watchman then slides out of the ring and walks up the ramp.)

B: It looks like The Watchman was the only one not sitting down on the job tonight.

JR: But what is his reason for taking the title with him? I think this situation is getting out of control.

B: Well you keep can keep on thinking pessimistic because we're out of time and I really need to catch the first limo ride back to the hotel.

JR: What for?

B: I need to get my freak on before Doctor Love does so I can get a free room for the evening. I don't need Las Vegas's newest broke and divorced bachelor trying to one-up me at my own game. Not to mention...

JR: Before you say too much more, folks we are out of time for this evening. So from all of us in the IEW, this is goodnight from Manchester.

[End Transmission.]