JR: Good evening wrestling fans and welcome to Switzerland. Its been a very good week for the IEW as the two of us finally saw our first pay raises since entering the business as wrestling announcers some years ago.

B: It certainly was a good feeling to finally be recognized for our efforts after all that time I assure you. Got to love Pussy for doing this for us. If it wasn't for her these swiss banks wouldn't have opened their doors and lined our pockets.

JR: And for that we thank her greatly.

B: That we do. But all the people before her, including Rison can still kiss my ass.

Sudden Darkness falls upon the crowd; a haunting grey blue light begins to filter from below the ring and from overhead. An energetic crowd begins to cheer in anticipation, sensing a build up... A large airburst rips through the air as "Less than Nothing" by Demon Hunter kicks in hard and fast... Two ultra violet spots cut through the smoke that comes from below the stage and focuses on the stage entrance... the Video screen projects the word "Driz" as the crowd erupts. Several pyros set off as Driz walks unto the stage. The video then begins to show images of Driz in action as he begins to move towards the ring with intensity... as Driz jumps up to the ring apron and then over the top rope he moves to the center of the ring raising his arms as blue pyros erupt overhead, the house lights then go up as Driz circles the ring raising the microphone to speak.)

Driz: “You know I’ve been a lot of thinking and a lot of wondering how our wonderful champion is going to come at me tonight? A lot of possibilities have come to mind… He could come at me with his speed and try to hit and run. But then I realized how is he going to do that when he will never be on his feet… How is he going to move around executing his cute little moves when he doesn’t have a leg to stand on (Driz uses his hands to make a breaking motion as the crowd cheers.) How can our little tough guy keep on running into this brick wall and survive this title match? So then I thought if anyone is stupid enough to hop on a 25 lbs pedal bike and jump off ramps with the skills Dragon doesn’t have, could just possibly be crazy enough to go toe-to-toe with the biggest and the toughest guy in the IEW (The fans erupt as Driz begins to pace). So the only other option our little friend has is to try and run away or maybe he will try to pull something that will get him DQ’d all for the sake of holding his precious little title. But let us not forget folks this is the same moron that has admitted to be planning on giving a sub-100% performance tonight. He has insulted your intelligence and my ability trying to pass us all off as complete Idiots not worthy of his best… BULL SH*T, I SAY! I AM SICK AND I AM TIRED OF YOUR BS DRAGON, I AM SICK OF WATCHING YOU WHORE YOURSELF OUT TO SOME TOURNAMENT THAT MEANS NOTHING… ALL THE WHILE YOU SPIT IN THE FACE OF THESE FANS. (Fans erupt so loud that Driz has to pause for a few seconds.) AND I AM SICK AND TIRED OF HAVING A CRY BABY FOR A CHAMPION… What’s going to happen after you win Dragon you going to ask Rison for a rematch or just cry on his shoulder? But tonight in this very ring I will show you just how sick and tired of you I am…”

“Tonight Dragon lets have a good old fashioned fight. Call it David and Goliath all you want Dragon call it what you want… But just remember Dragon David had the Lord on his side and that’s how he killed his Giant… Who do you have Dragon? Caleb? Your life sized Matt (with only one t) cardboard cut out? How about a steel chair? You better bring something Dragon because you are going to need a miracle… just like ol Dave did to slay his giant. And you better make your peace with the Lord cause tonight you just might need him…”

(Driz drops the microphone and exits the ring as his music begins to play and then scene goes backstage to show Light Beido. She is walking the corridor when she sees someone in a red hooded sweat shirt rocking back and forth grabbing his waist. As Leigh approaches, the man who is thought to be Red Hood jumps to his feet. She is startled at first, but she soon sees the Extreme Title belt. X pulls back the red hood, and goes to shake Leigh's hand. She backs up a few steps.

Leigh Beido- Wha... What are you doing X?

X does not reply, he just shrugs to himself.

Leigh Beido- More importantly, Why are you wearing the red sweater, I almost had mistaken you for Red Hood.

X- Red Hood? Downfall? Redd Dogg? High-tower? Who is Leigh? Is it as confusing for you as it is for me? Every time you think you have the answers to the old set of questions, they change on you. Could it be an actor so Downfall can still have the lime light after I delivered the Black Pearl to his reign? The possibilities are endless, it's a hoax! No it's not! Paradox in the works Leigh... Who are we to trust? Downfall? Absolutely not? X? Hahahah, Trusting me would be like taking Fools Gold To the pawner, they'd giggle for a moment and try to figure out if your serious. I am the living double cross, and thus, I had adopted the red sweater with a hood to add to the confusion. The theory I have adopted makes perfect and ample sense, To Out-Confuse the situation you must confuse it equally, it's like the theory that the invisible man can see the invisible woman because they are in an alternate reality. This might not make sense to some, but I am not here to act in a logical way. That is not how I preform. I will get to the bottom of this Leigh.

Leigh frowns in confusion. She shakes it off thought.

Leigh Beido- X, you straight up confuse me.

X- Thank you.

Leigh Beido- Yes... Why haven't you accepted Red Hood's challenge?

X- Who is Red Hood?

Leigh Beido- I don't know...

X- I will not go into this fight when I do not know who I would be facing except for the pseudo name "Red Hood"

Leigh Beido- Well, he has issued a challenge.

X- Point taken, but I will argue the same point Downfall argued after he lost, after all Red Hood and Downfall are the same right?

Leigh Beido- I have no clue... Honestly.

X- Regardless of the truth you lack, Red Hood is not a contender, he has yet to prove himself. His match tonight will prove whether or not he can contend with me.

Leigh Beido- So if he wins, he gets a shot at you and your extreme title?

X- Possibly, if he is Downfall, why should I grant the match when he has a rematch clause?

Leigh Beido- This whole mater is confusing X, so I'm just going to leave.

X- Yes please do. I need to say my finish remarks in solitude.

Leigh just leaves with out waving, obviously completely confused as to what has just gone on.

X- Downfall, you fraud, I am coming to put the Black Pearl in your mouth, something I could not do when I took the title from you because you went the way the coward would and when my back was turned, you attacked me with the black cold steel. Whether you are Red Hood or not, this challenge is issued to you. Take up your rematch clause, I know of your present condition, and I call you on this hand. I see you bluffing, I hear your voice quiver as you lie through your teeth to your inner circle and to your one true love. I am here, waiting. Bring your Friend Red Hood if you must, I will take you both on, because, I am that much closer to understanding this whole living breathing paradox, but how close are you to understanding the living double cross?

X yanks the red hood forward, looks down as he makes the X across his chest with his arms. The scene then goes back to ringside.

The Mic: The following contest is a tag match and it is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, they weigh in at a combined 415 pounds. Here are Mark and Jason Jarvis... The Jarvis Brothers!

[The Jarvis Brothers make their way down to the ring.]

Brutus: I wonder how much of a dud this will be. A debuting tag team and a washed up tag team.

The Mic: And their opponents weigh in at a combined 568 pounds. Here are Dream Man and Magnum.. Dream Team!!!

[Dream Team makes their way to the ring and they climb in.]

Jimmy: Let's get the action started, shall we?

*The ref calls for the bell. Mark and Dream Man stay in the ring. Both men lock up. Dream Man puts Mark in a side headlock. Mark pushes him off and into the ropes. Dream Man bounces back and levels Mark with a shoulder block. Mark stands up and Dream Man lands a couple of punches. Dream Man goes for an Irish whip, but Mark reverses it. Dream Man bounces right into a dropkick by Mark Jarvis. Both men get up, but Mark is quick on the offenseive and he throws DM to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Mark covers.*

1...

2.

Jimmy: Dream Man escapes defeat with a kickout.

Brutus: Man, those guys are rusty!

*Mark gets up and he drags Magnum to his feet. Mark whips Dream Man into the ropes. DM bounces off and he nails Mark with a flying forearm smash. Dream Man gets up and he tags in Magnum. Magnum picks Mark up and he destroys MJ with a pumphandle slam. Magnum covers.*

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2..

Brutus: Mark BARELY kicked out. The big man wants to end this right now.

*Mag stands up. He waits for Mark to get up, and then he hits a running clothesline. Mag picks MJ up and he throws the smaller man into the corner. Mag charges but MJ gets his foot up. Mark climbs to the top rope and he hits Mag with a flying elbow smash. Mark tags in Jason. Mark and Jason lifts Mag up and they take the big man down with a double side Russian legsweep. Jason covers as Mark exits.*

1...

2..

Brutus: Magnum just THREW Jason off of him like he was nothing!

*Jason waits for Mag to get to his knee. Jason runs and takes Mag down with a bulldog. Jason climbs to the top rope. Jason flies and he lands on Mag with a top rope splash. Jason covers.*

Jimmy: Jason is using his speed as best as he can to keep Magnum down.

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2.

Brutus: But one again Jason goes flying off Magnum.

*Magnum starts to get up at the same time as Jason. Jason bounces off the ropes, but this time Mag gets up and he devastates Jason with a big flapjack. Mag stands up and he lifts JJ up. Mag takes JJ off his feet and he holds Jason in a vertical position for 4 and a half seconds before falling back with a big suplex.*

Jimmy: Jason's going to need to make a tag soon because Magnum is too much of a monster for him!

*Magnum picks JJ up and he whips the little man into Dream Team's corner. Magnum charges and he crushes JJ with a corner clothesline. Magnum drags JJ out of the corner and he drops JJ with a backbreaker. Magnum covers.*

Brutus: There's no way he's kicking out from that!

1...

2.

Mark runs in and makes the save!

Jimmy: What a save by Mark Jarvis!

*Magnum gets up and he turns to Mark. Mag grabs Mark by the throat. Just before he can hit a chokeslam, JJ gets to his feet and dropkicks Magnum in the back of the leg. Magnum drops to one knee and gets superkicked in the back of the head by Jason. Jason rolls the big man and covers as Mark climbs back to the outside.*

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2.

thre NO!!

Jimmy: That kick took a lot out of Magnum because he didn't kick out with authority!

Brutus: The Jarvis Brothers illegally double teamed him!

*Jason gets up and he lifts Mag up. Magnum stops Jason from whipping him into the ropes. Mag pulls JJ in and he nearly decapitates Jason with a short-arm clothesline. Magnum goes to his corner and he tags in Dream Man. Dream Man gets in and he attacks Jason with boots to the midsection. Dream Man lifts JJ up and he boots him in the gut. Dream Man takes JJ down with a leg guillotine facebuster (Fame-asser for you marks). Dream Man rolls Jake over and he covers.*

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thre NO!!

Jimmy: How the hell?! Jason got his foot on the ropes right before the ref's hand hit the mat! This is unbelievable!!

Brutus: Lucky bastard!

*Dream Man starts to drag Jason up, but JJ grabs his head and falls down with a jawbreaker. Both men are down. JJ starts towards his corner. He almost gets there but Dream Man gets up and stop him. JJ tries to boot Dream Man in the stomach, but DM quickly catches his foot. Jason nails DM in the back of the head with an enziguri. JJ gets up and he tags in Mark. Mark comes in and both men lift DM up. Jarvis Bros. Take DM off his feet then drive him head first into the mat with a double elevated DDT. The ref counts as Mark covers.*

1..

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Jason cuts Magnum off

3!!

DING DING!

The Mic: The winners of this match. The Jarvis Brothers!!

The camera finds itself inside Rage's locker room as he's just about ready to leave. There's a knock on his door and he says for the person to enter. The camera pulls back to reveal the Felined One on crutches and a large cast on one leg.

Rage: You got a lot of balls man, comin' in here.

Cat: Yeah, well this ain't no social call, if you know what I'm sayin'. I just want you to do me a favor tonight.

Rage: Oh yeah, what kind of favor is that?

Cat: Believe me... this is something you're gonna like. I just want you to go out there and destroy Watchman... It's real simple... but I want you to turn it all the way up on his ass. I know you're gonna have fun and I'm gonna sit back and laugh when I see the mangled heap you leave in that ring.

Rage: That's no favor. That's pure pleasure.

Cat: That's just what I wanted to hear. I'll leave ya to your business then.

*The Cat hobbles out of the room leaving a big smile on Rage's face.*

Brutus: I can't believe how sadistic that Cat can be! Asking Rage to turn it up is like turning on a fire hose!

JR: You can't say that, as far as the Cat's concerned, Watchman doesn't deserve it. It's gonna be one hell of a match up!

JR: Well next is Croc against new comer Red Hood. I wonder how Red Hood will move in this ring. A lot of us are wondering that, and right now, that question shall be answered.

B: Red Hood is kinda Creepy

JR: You and him have something in common, let’s go to the Mic for the introductions.

The Mic: First, coming down the alie, he weighs in at 245 pounds, he is one half of The Beastly Squad…. Crocodile!!!!

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 facepaint along with a crocodile-head-shaped headdress with a scaly cape attached. Crocodile walks calmly to the ring with determination in his eyes. As Crocodile enters the ring, he shows off his agility by crouching on the top rope and somersaulting into the ring. Then Croc stands in the middle of the ring and lifts up his hands as green flames slowly pertrude out of the four urnbuckles. Then, Crocodile throws his hands to his side, and the flames suddenly extinguish as the music stops and the lights turn back on. Then Crocodile takes off his headdress/cape, ready for the match.

JR: Croc is ready for the hunt, but will he catch his game?

B: Stop talking like that, you sound like a moron.

("Ugly" by the Exies fades in on the PA as Red Hood stands at the top of the stage. He holds his arms out in a crucifix pose, Raven-style, tilts his head back, and screams something to the audience, then he walks to the ring)

The Mic: And introdcuing, from parts unknown, he weighs in at 240 pounds... The RED HOOOOOOD!!!

Music: Are you ugly, a liar like me?
A user, a lost soul?
Someone you don’t know
Money it’s no cure
A Sickness so pure
Are you like me, are you ugly?
We are dirt, we are alone
You know we're far from sober
We are fake, we are afraid
You know it’s far from over
We are dirt we are alone
You know we're far from sober
Look closer, are you like me?
Are you ugly?

(Red Hood rolls in the ring, throws his jacket to the crowd, and squats in the corner, staring at Croc)

JR: The tensity is so thick between these two is just plain thick. Croc really wants to make a point tonight.

B: Point being?

JR: That he can take any game down, tonight, being Red Hood.

B: Your Lame.

DING DING DING

Red Hood and Croc lock up, with Croc getting the upper hand right away with several punches and throws Red Hood into the ropes and hits a stiff elbow. Red Hood goes down as Croc quickly jumps on him and starts to throw the punches to Croc, but Red Hood quickly powers out, pushing Croc off him as he climbs on him and starts to throw punches him self. After several stiff shots, the ref tells Red Hood to back off. Red Hood gets up and picks up Croc and puches him again. Throwing him to the ropes, Croc bounces off the ropes, but only to get a back flip, Croc landing hard on his back. Red Hood picks up Croc and throws him again, but Croc slips between his legs and when Red Hood truns around, Croc hits a drop kick right to the jaw of Red Hood. Croc jumps on Red Hood and hits a twisting leg drop on Red Hood. Croc then runs to the ropes and hits a springboard leg drop and then goes for the pin.

1…

2…

No

Red Hood kicks out with still lots of fuel, as Croc then runs to the ropes and hits a low flying drop kick, with Red Hood rolling around in the ring. Croc quickly walks to Red Hood and goes to pick him up. Croc goes for a suplex, but Red Hood hits Croc in the ribs several times and picks up him and slams him down with a body slam. Red Hood picks Croc up again and hits a knife edge chop, followed by three more. Red Hood throws Croc to the ropes and when Croc comes back, Red Hood hits a very stiff clothine with lays out Croc. Red Hood drops and elbow and grabs Croc and locks him in the head lock. Croc stuggles to get free , and quickly get to his feet and throws elbows like mad at Red Hood , who has to let go, as Red Hood lets go, Croc throws the punches like mad and Red Hood falls back, as Croc runs to the ropes and hits a second rope drop kick to the chest of Red Hood. Croc then grabs Red Hood’s leg and puts on a grapevine and goes for a leg lock submission. Red Hood screams in pain as he treis to reach the ropes. Croc pulls back as far as he can to get Red Hood in the ring and pulls hard and twists the leg of Red Hood , who is throwing this hands around, expressing his pain. Red Hood screams as he pulls him self from the center of the ring , as Croc keeps twisting the leg. Finally, after several moments Red Hood grabs the bottom rope and Croc automatically lets go. Red Hood grabs his leg , as the ref prevents Croc from future attacks. Red Hood takes his time in getting back up, as when Croc steps towards Red Hood, he kicks Croc several times in the gut and Red Hood irish whips Croc to the ropes. Under his mask, he grins, and he stomps his foot, "tuning up the band". Croc runs off the ropes, right into a huge superkick.

JR: Was that...

Brutus: A Beast Kick?! The Hell?

Croc falls back and looks blankly up towards the sky as Red Hood takes the pin.

1….

2….

NO!

Croc kicks out as Red Hood looks up at the ref, the anger in his eyes, buring. Red Hood picks up Croc and hits several stiff upper cuts as he then throws Croc towards the ropes. Croc comes back but runs into a stiff sholder block. Red Hood goes towards the ropes and goes for a leg drop, but Croc rolls out of the way. Getting to his knees, when Red Hood steps towards him, Croc throws his lefts and rights until Red Hood steps back, Croc does a doudle leg take down and slides on Red Hood quickly to lock in a arm bar. Red Hood yells in pain as Croc rips and tears away at the arm. Red Hood throws his legs around, slowly moving inch by incy. Each time Red Hood moves, Croc yanks harder, increasing the pain in the arm bar submission hold. Finally, Red Hood’s foot touches the ropes, and Red Hood is let go, only to roll out side to work out he kink in his arm. Croc runs to the ropes and jumps over them, landing on Red Hood outside, as the crowd cheers.

B: Woah, that come from now where!

JR: I must say, Croc really wants to win this match, let me say that much!

Croc takes a hold of Red Hood and throws him back into the ring. Croc nods to the crowd and gives them the thumbs up as the climbs the top rope and faces out to the crowd. Croc looks to get ready for a moonsault, but Red Hood is back on his feet and pushes Croc off the rope and Croc lands chest first in the barricade. Red Hood rotates his arm, still hurting from the arm bar. Red Hood rolls out and grabs Croc and picks him up and drops him on the guard rail again, before throwing him back into the ring. Red Hood drops an elbow on Croc , followed by several more. Red Hood picks up Croc and body slams him once again. He then grabs Croc’s legs and locks in a Texas cloverleaf. Croc, however, screams in pain as it was death it self.

JR: Red Hood calls that the Red Scare!

B: I didn’t know he was a communist!

JR: You’re a…..wait….that actually makes sense…..

B: Haha! Grade 11 world history, bitch!

Croc yells in pure blinding pain, as Red Hood has the submission locked in very tightly and pulls hard back. Croc throws his hands around, trying to power out, but refuses to tap out, by shaking his head violently back and forth and the ref askes him. Red Hood is pulling back with all his might , demanding that Croc submit. The crowd , stomps all together, trying to get Croc to get out. Croc pushes up with his arms and starts to force this way to the ropes, slowly Croc makes his way to the ropes. Red Hood waits till Croc is almost there, but then drags Croc right back into the center. Croc screams in pain and the crowd chants even louder, trying to get Croc back into this! Finally, Croc gets on his hands again and drags him self back to the ropes, this time making it and hanging on the ropes, but Red Hood does not let go. Red Hood keeps the hold locked until the ref almost counts to 5. Croc holds his back in pain as Red Hood picks up Croc and throws him into the ropes, but Croc slips between Red Hood’s legs , warps his arms around him and hits a high angle german suplex, Red Hood landing on the back of his neck. Red Hood, holds his neck as Croc drops a leg drop on it, then he starts slamming his knees into the head and shoulder area of Red Hood as then Croc locks on a amateur wrestling style head lock and pulls back hard.

JR: Croc is really trying to out wrestle Red Hood. Once Hood thinks he’s in control, Croc totally turns the table.

Red Hood tries to escape , but Croc only pulls him towards him and locks in a Gulltion choke hold. Croc has it locked it good and Red Hood tries to reach for the ropes, but cant reach it. Red Hood then stars to throws his fists into Croc’s rib cage. After several stiff shots, Croc lets go, but kicks Red Hood in the head before getting back up. Red Hood , who still holds his head, Croc yells out loud and the crowd erupts as they know, the end is near! Croc grabs Red Hood and brings him in close and grabs both arms. Croc goes for the twise, but Red Hood powers out and Croc gets back on his feet, after spinning around, Red Hood kicks Croc in the gut and quickly hits Red Hood lifts Croc up, and drops him with an impaler DDT onto a neckbreaker, a la Redd Dogg)

JR: The Last Temptation! The Red Hood just hit the Last Temptation!

Red Hood then slowly gets up, still holding his head, he picks up Croc and sets up for a Samoan drop, but Red Hood swings it into a huge sidewalk slam!

B: The Red Death!

1….

2….

3!!!!

The Mic: here is you winner….Red Hood!

JR: What a match between these stars!

B: I agree. Still pissed that I actually said something smart uh?

JR: Don’t let it go to your head.

Red Hood steals the mic from The Mic

JR: No class what so ever…

Red Hood: Now will you give me a shot at the Extreme Title, Rison? No?

(Chuckles)

JR: Why is he addressing Matt Rison?

B: He must not realize the powers of Pussy.

Red Hood: Then I'll have to keep destroying these dimestore losers until you don't have any talent left.

(Throws the mic down, but X comes out from the crowd in the red hooded sweater, spins Red Hood around and delivers a stall Suplex into High Impact DDT aka "The End" to Red Hood!

JR: My god! Red Hood just laid out, after a stand out match with Croc!

X rolls out of the ring, leaving Red Hood in the middle of the ring, but X nods yes as if he has accepted Red Hood’s challenge.

JR: X has accepted Red Hood’s Challenge. What a match that will be!

B: I must agree. What a turn of events.

Camera aims down a hallway of the arena, Commissioner Marcus McLarkin walks into view from behind the camera, Marcus stops walking halfway down the corridor, his head turns left followed by his body, the camera pans in on his scarred smiling face, he knocks at the door which we see it reads “Viper” in big bold lettering*

JR- What’s the deal with the Commissioner and Viper!

BB- Who cares Jimmy, we get to see a Commissioner again!

Voice- Who is it?

Marcus- Its Commissioner Marcus, I need to have a word with you, about your next match up!

* The door slowly opens, Viper greets the Commissioner with a handshake, they enter with the camera following in, Marcus notices the IEW Television Championship laying on a table, he picks it up and admires it he brings it up to his chest with his right hand then stretches it out and places the title over left shoulder then shakes his hand, Marcus grip tightens*

JR- What the hell, what is he doing!

BB- I guess we will find out soon! *

* Marcus applies a standing armbar into arm wrench pulling Viper into a gore right into a set of lockers behind them (Picture The Rock reversing a whip with an arm wrench pulling the opponent in for a DDT. Like that but with a gore) Marcus smiles widely, his eyes now glazed over with anger. Viper is on the ground holding his ribs, Marcus lefts him to his feet by his shirt, Marcus slams him into the lockers again and again*

JR- My word, our Television Champion is being assaulted!

BB- The “GREAT CHAOS” has returned!

Marcus- Viper………I’m challenging you for the IEW Television Championship, I will finally bring the respect back to this championship, the past champions have lacked to do it and you winning it on a fluke won’t do it so I will and Viper……… I’m going to give you a reason to wear this mask, get ready for the match of your life boy, you will just be another person I will toss to the side and I will become the next and the best IEW TELEVISION CHAMPION!

* Marcus sends slams his giant shoulder into the Viper’s stomach, Vipers eyes widen from the impact he drops Viper, picks up the Television Championship and places it around his waist. Marcus looks around the room noticing a lock and chain in a nearby locker that has been opened by the impact into them, he chains Vipers legs together then locks them, he begins dragging Viper out of the room and down the hallway, Referee Shane Stevenson is shown walking down the hallway right in front of Marcus*

Ref Stevenson- What is going on Commissioner?

Marcus- I’m having a match….. lets go Shane!

BB- The time has finally come!

JR- This is ashame…. I despised this man back in the beginning of his career in the IEW and I defiantly do now!

* Referee Stevenson appears from the back followed by Marcus dragging Viper down the ramp way, Viper screams in agony as the metal and concrete rips into his skin. Marcus stops removes the Television Title and hands it to Referee Stevenson and takes off his suit jacket and toss it onto the ground he removes his tie and begins unbuttoning his undershirt and rolls Viper into the ring, he finishes removing his undershirt and tosses it to the ground*

BB- This is great!

JR- No no No! Not this way!

* Marcus enters the ring with metal cutter and cuts the chain off, he bashes Viper in the ribs several times with the handle of the metal cutters, he quickly grabs the chain with lock continues with the beating about the ribs, then drops an elbow across Vipers chest.

(Marcus gets in his face and begins yelling)

Marcus- Your nothing, your title win was a F’n fluke and it time to end your pitiful career once and for all, This will mark the Age of Chaos!

* Marcus picks Viper up slamming him into a nearby turnbuckle following through with a big body splash, Viper stumbles forward getting caught in a Giant Spinebuster, he grabs Viper around his throat with his right hand. Marcus eyes widen with excitement he slams his left fist into the right Vipers right eye several times, he rolls Viper over into a camel clutch and removes Vipers mask starting at the chin pulling it off revealing a bloody face of Viper. The mask his dripping with blood. Marcus raises his mask above his head as the audience screams in favor, followed by a chorus of boos from the goodies in the audiences. *

JR- This monster! Get up Viper….Stop Marcus once and for all!

BB- The kid doesn’t stand a chance against the seasoned veteran

* Marcus places the mask over the top of a turnbuckle, Marcus turns and is hit with The Bite from Viper, Marcus falls into the ropes and returns with a “Closeline to Hell”

Marcus goes down with the closeline after the massive collision, he shakes it off and stands back up and he is met with a low blow by Viper who has his hand wrapped in the chain, he sets Marcus up for the “Vipers Bite” (sitdown powerbomb). Viper struggles to lift the giant man, Marcus reverses the power bomb and hits Viper with an Emerald Fusion. Marcus proceeds with stomping Vipers ribs and stomach*

BB- The Stomping Ground, Marcus calls this!

JR- This is a travesty!

* Marcus lifts Viper to his feet, he tosses Viper into the ropes and clubs his face with both his arms that are locked together by the hands like a club, Viper nearly does a flip from the force. Viper slowly stands blood start pouring from his nose, Marcus smiles and close lines the back of Vipers head, he exposes a turnbuckle, he turns around to see Viper trying to crawl out of the ring, Marcus quickly rolls out of the ring grabbing the chair by the ring bell he runs back around the ring as Vipers bloody head emerges from under the bottom ropes, he bashes Vipers head, Viper falls to the floor*

JR- He’s going to kill this kid!

BB- Yea, but we have Marcus back in action now who cares about …. What the!!

(Audience screams out as Marcus paints himself in Vipers blood)

* Marcus grabs the Television Title from the table and stalks Viper like an Eagle, he slams the title right into Vipers bloody face knocking him over, Viper catches himself on the barricade to try and stay on his feet, he throws a wild punch a Marcus. Marcus catches the arm and locks in a full nelson and begins to shake Viper violently then forcefully slams him into the barricades, he picks Viper up into a vertical suplex and jackhammers him into the chair and takes the pin*

Stevenson!!!

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2.………

(Marcus lifts Viper off the ground)

BB- This is great! HAHAHAHA!

JR- He is going to kill him! Referee has to stop this!

* The blood painted Marcus is holding Viper up who can no longer stand by himself and begins sending several massive head butts into Viper blood splash with every hit, Marcus getting more crazed with every hit, Marcus rolls Viper into the ring, he gets in the ring stepping all over Vipers body, he slowly picks him up and by the arm and waist of the pants and slams him right shoulder first into a turnbuckle and continues it till he hears a good loud pop and crack, Viper screams out in pain as he tries to hold his shoulder, Marcus rests a foot on Vipers right arm then begins stomping on his hand and wrist, he lifts Viper to his feet pops Vipers elbow then hit him with a “Chaos Converter” he drags him over to the ropes and leans him back first against them, Marcus slides out of the ring digging underneath the ring he pulls out a rope and ties Vipers hands to the bottom rope holding him in place, Marcus reveals a florescent tube and blast Viper in the back of the head, then enters the ring with a steel chair*

JR- I’m at a lose of words!!

BB- About time JR! I was getting sick of your whining!

* Marcus smashes Viper over the head several times opening a wide gash, he then begins slamming the chair into his ribs till he hears cracking then like a bat slams it across Vipers face, he raises the chair into the air screaming widely “IM A GOD” heads to a far turnbuckle and slams the chair crazily over it before slamming it to the floor below, he lowers himself like a giant linebacker and runs towards Viper who can barely lift his head*

BB- GORE!!! GORE!!! GORE!!!

(The force snaps the ropes, both men crash to the floor as a chorus of “HOLY SHIT” chants fill the arena)

* Marcus stands up holding his head as a small cut has open from the center of his forehead to the bridge of his nose, he pulls a chair from under the ring and begins to forcefully ravage Vipers limp body from head to toes, he places the chair around Vipers ankle, he looks around getting in the face of a few 12 year olds in the audience as they chant against him, he picks up the top section of the steps and slams it on Vipers chaired ankle, he raises it again slamming it down, he drops it right by Vipers foot the third time, Marcus lifts Viper up by the arm and damaged leg, he hit’s a shin breaker, then drops Viper onto the ground and then begins stomping on him as he laughs sinisterly. Marcus lifts Viper up into a Gorilla Press and lifts him up and down several times before dropping him across his knee, Viper coughs up more blood, Marcus rolls Viper back into the ring, climbs the turnbuckle hitting an impressive Shooting Star Press over Vipers back, he picks Viper up and lifts him into a power bomb, Marcus walks to the edge of the ring without the ropes and jumps off hitting a jumping sitdown power bomb on the steps below*

BB- THE SNAP! THE SNAP!

JR- (just shakes his head)

* Marcus pops back up and readies for another as Stevenson yells for it to end before he kills the kid*

Marcus- Screw you! Shane, your job here is done if you don’t keep your mouth shout!

* Marcus readies for another and hits it finally taking the pin on the on the broken and bloody Viper*

Stevenson!!!

1.……..

2.……

3.…….

Mic…. Winner of this match and NEW IEW TELEVISION CHAMPION……….The IEW COMMISSIONER MARCUS MCLARKIN!

* Marcus yells to Stevenson to get his title and Vipers mask, he celebrates with the title in his left hand and mask in the right hand, he has one foot resting on the chest of Viper as Paramedics rush to the ring with officials, Marcus cuts the off for a few minutes till Stevenson pulls Marcus aside and tells him it best he let them through, Marcus has Stevenson places the bloody Television Title around his waist, at the top of the stage, he raises Vipers mask into the air and says no one is safe from Chaos*

[The scene goes backstage where "Passionate" Pussy Valiant is looking at the monitor intently. She then walks down the hallway and greets Chaos as he comes back through the curtain with the title and the mask.]

Pussy: Congratulations Chaos. Not only did you possibly end the career of one of the most promising up and coming talents the IEW had to offer, but you also abused your powers to do it. Therefore I am removing you from the commissionership. As for the title however, hold onto it. I want to see just how good you really are because just like a couple other people who have rubbed me the wrong way, I'm going to make your life a living hell.

[Pussy Valiant then walks away as Chaos smirks doing the flappy jaw hand gesture behind Pussy's back as the scene goes back to ringside.]

["I Shot the Sherriff" by Bob Marley starts up.]

The Mic: The following contest is scheduled for one fall in tag team competition. Introducing first, the challengers with a combined weight of 441 pounds, they are the Grassy Knoll Assassins... RIZZO and SEAN DUBOSE!!!

[Rizzo and Sean makes their way to the ring, slapping hands with fans on the way down. Both men get in the ring and they huddle in the corner to discuss strategy as the entire place goes dark and the Large Screen shows an old fashioned countdown for old films appears.]

The Mic: And their opponents, with a combined weight of 430 pounds, the former IEW Tag Team Champions Of The World... TOMMY and JOHNNY CONTOUR... THE DIRECTORS!!!

[The big screen continues to count down. 5......4......3......2.....1... DIRECTORS! “Requiem for the Gods” softly plays on the PA as the arena goes dark and only soft lights on the floor light up as Reverend Rougeau walks down the isle first, carrying a huge script book, containing all the “morals and ethics” that Director-ism teaches. He is soon followed by Sister Starlet, who even under her Nun outfit, is incredibly sexy. They both slowly enter the ring and get on their knees as they raise their hands up to the ceiling. Then a bright light shines down on them, as The Directors slowly are lowered down the middle of the ring, like Angles coming down from heaven. When they land, they take off their White robs with angel wings on the back of them. The Directors extend their arms out from them, so that Sister Starlet and Reverend Rougeau each take of their coats and wait outside of the ring. The whole lights up with massive golden fireworks and pyros Tommy and Johnny walk out with thier red robes one.They Raise their arms in the air and receives massive boos as they still smile and laugh, along with Starrlet,who stands with her hands on her hips, which the crowd cheers for her. Also the crowd boos for thier manager Philippe Rougeau, with bullhorn in hand. Two men come out of the back and are carrying a bundled up red carpet. All four of them walk down the red carpet and the Directors, very cocky like walk down and yell at the fans for trying to touch them. Rougeau slips in a few insults and Starrlet just teases the males in the crowd. Tommy and Johnny bot wipe their feet on the ring, they both sit on the second rope to help Starrlet in the ring before they themselves enter and climb to the top rope of separate corners and do their single poses while Starrlet does a Terri Runnels rope lean over for each side of the ring. Meanwhile, Rougeau was getting two Director Chairs so that he and Starrlet can both sit down and watch the match.]

JR: This promises to be a really exciting match up as we have former champions on both teams and world class atheletes all around.

B: And I think both these teams know it Jimmy. Niether of them are wanting to step down long enough for Tina Garcia to start the match.

[Some words are shared by both teams and soon after a shoving match starts that erupts in an all out brawl between both teams. The brawl finally ends with Rizzo sending Tommy over the top rope with a clothesline and Tina sending him back to his corner. Sean DuBose and Johnny Contour are still in the ring trading punches as Tina calls for the bell to start the match.]

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

[Sean DuBose manages to send Johnny Contour back to the ropes with a series of punches to the face. He then sends Johnny into the far ropes and hits a crossbody in his return. Johnny throws him off quickly out of a pinfall before a count can be made, and DuBose takes Johnny back down to the mat with a clothesline. Again, Johnny gets back to his feet quickly and Sean DuBose grabs his arm whipping him into a neutral corner. Sean DuBose runs in and Johnny Contour gets a boot up kick DuBose in the face. DuBose staggers away holding his jaw as Johnny Contour begins running after Sean DuBose. DuBose turns around and instinctively gives Johnny an overhead belly to belly into the turnbuckles. One of his feet gets stuck and he stays up in a tree of woe. DuBose grabs Johnny's head and helps him up to a sitting position on the top turnbuckle. He then goes through the ropes and climbs the ringpost. Johnny and Sean throw a few punches back and forth until Sean finally block a punch from Johnny and jumps over his head flipping over and grabbing at Johnny's waist. Sean lands on his feet as Johnny Contour lands with a powerbomb into the ring and is covered.]

Tina: 1...

2...

[Johnny Contour gets a shoulder up. Sean DuBose then grabs Johnny Contour in a headlock and tags in Rizzo. Rizzo climbs the turnbuckle as Sean DuBose picks Johnny up in piledriver position. Rizzo jumps off spiking Johnny Contour's head into the canvas. Rizzo goes for a cover.]

Tina: 1...

2...

JR: And Johnny gets his shoulder up again to beat the count. The Grassy Knoll Assassins seem to be in complete control of the match right now.

B: That it does, but the Directors are something that the Grassy Knoll Assassins aren't, former Tag Team Champions. It's not the first time they've been in a situation like this, and I'm sure it won't be the last.

[Rizzo grabs Johnny Contour in a waistlock and lifts him to his feet. He throws Johnny over his head with a release German suplex, but Johnny lands on his feet. By the time Rizzo turns around to notice this Johnny charges him and takes him to the mat with a clothesline.]

JR: The Directors might be getting back into this contest. If only Johnny Contour can make a tag!!!

[Johnny Contour begins to crawl his way to his corner, but Rizzo grabs his foot. Johnny manages to kick him off and they both get to their feet in a hurry. Johnny goes for the RKO, but Rizzo pushes him off. Johnny uses that momentum and keeps going, diving forward to his Tommy Contour's outstretched hand before landing on the mat and rolling under the bottom rope out onto the apron. Tommy Contour then enters the ring slowly keeping a close eye on Rizzo.]

JR: I'm not sure if these two guys are staring each other down out of fear or respect.

B: Well one thing is sure, with these two guys in the ring someone is going to get their ass kicked.

[Tommy Contour and Rizzo tie up and Rizzo powers Tommy to his knees. Tommy quickly breaks the lockup and takes Rizzo to the mat with a single leg takedown. Tommy then pours on a series of lefts and rights to Rizzo's face. Rizzo throws Tommy off, and as Rizzo gets to his feet Tommy runs into the ropes and returns with a spear followed up by a series of punches that continue until Tina Garcia tries to pull him off. He swings back and accidentally hits her with an elbow knocking her down to the mat. Not knowing what happened Tommy turns around and sees her laying on the mat, and as he turns back to Rizzo he is met with a fist in the face. Tommy quickly responds with an eye gouge to Rizzo before getting back to his feet, pulling Rizzo to his feet while still applying pressure to his eye sockets. Johnny comes into the ring as Tommy releases the hold and ducks as Rizzo gets nailed with a superkick. He staggers back into the ropes and returns for a superkick from Tommmy only to stagger back into the ropes again. Tommy then lifts Rizzo up on the next rebound for a flapjack, and during the drop Johnny grabs Rizzo's head delivering a 3/4 neckbreaker on the fall.]

JR: MY GOD!!! I think the Failed Audition just made the Director's Cut!!!

[Tommy Contour applies a cobra clutch to Rizzo. Enjoying the sound of hearing Rizzo in pain Tommy lifts Rizzo up onto his feet and modifies it slightly into a tazzmission.]

JR: LIGHTS...CAMERA...CHOKE!!!

B: Rizzo is finished.

[Rizzo's arms both begin falling limp as Sean DuBose decides he has seen enough. DuBose climbs the turnbuckle and runs the top rope to the middle of the ring before jumping with a corkscrew over Tommy's head, grabbing him in a lariat/rear headlock and spinning his body under Tommy's landing on his knees delivering Tommy a backbreaker releasing Rizzo from his clutches. Rizzo sits for a moment on his knees in a daze before falling forward landing motionless on the mat. Tommy Contour gets to his feet holding his back and is met with a series of fists from Sean DuBose that back him up across the ring to what would normally be the Grassy Knoll's side of the ring. Once there Sean DuBose delivers a snap suplex applying further damage to Tommy's back. Tommy gets up fairly quickly and is lifted up again, this time into a backbreaker. Tommy is lying face down on the canvas as Sean DuBose now applies a bow & arrow submission.]

JR: Sean DuBose has been nothing less of impressive this match. He seems to have an answer for everything.

B: That he does, and with his partner being Rizzo I'm sure half of them are total bullshit.

[Sean DuBose releases the hold after a bit and exits the ring onto the apron. Tommy Contour grabs at his back as DuBose looks on grinning. Tommy begins to slowly climb back to his feet as DuBose begins climbing the turnbuckle. Tommy begins walking slowly to his corner as Sean DuBose jumps off with a missile dropkick connecting right into Tommy Contour's back. Tommy Contour falls to the mat again grabbing his back as Sean DuBose wraps him up in a mexican surfboard.]

JR: Sean DuBose is giving the Directorism evangelist a trip to the Sin Bin!!!

B: It looks like Rizzo is starting to stir again also. Tommy Contour could be in for some big trouble.

JR: Why is Johnny not coming to help Tommy?

B: Hes conserving himself. He knows what his opponents can do.

[Rizzo slowly staggers his way to a neutral corner and begins to climb. Rizzo then jumps off with a picture perfect moonsault onto Tommy Contour while he is still being held in the mexican surfboard. Tommy begins rolling on the mat coughing up blood.]

JR: OH MY GOD!!! I think Tommy needs some medical attention!!!

B: With his type of wrestling background? Nonsense!!

[Rizzo gets up, still staggering around, but ackowledges the crowd and gives them a signal that Tommy is about to be finished. The crowd reacts with a strong pop. Sean DuBose helps Tina Garcia back to her feet only to get sent to his corner as Rizzo helps Tommy to his feet and up onto his shoulder. Rizzo staggers around for a moment with the added weight before dropping Tommy with a shoulderbreaker. Rizzo then lifts Tommy up from behind with a bridged double armbar.]

JR: ITS THE SHOCKER!!! TOMMY CAN'T TAKE IT!!!

B: But he can't tap either!!!

[Johnny Contour enters the ring and nails Rizzo with a roundhouse kick across the back. Rizzo releases the hold immediately as Tina Garcia grabs Johnny and forces him back into his corner. Tommy then delivers a superkick to Rizzo's jaw sending him staggering against the ropes in DuBose's corner. DuBose makes a blind tag as Tommy Contour takes Rizzo down with an enzugiri kick. Tommy goes for a pin on Rizzo but looks up at Tina wondering why she isn't counting as Sean DuBose runs to the corner behind Tommy. Tina explains that Rizzo is not the legal man and Tommy looks to DuBose's normal corner seeing that he is not there as DuBose jumps off the corner grabbing Tommy's head taking him down with a bulldog. DuBose applies an anklelock on Tommy.

JR: How much farther can Tommy go in this matchup? He doesn't have many more places that can be attacked that either DuBose or Rizzo haven't worked on already.

B: I know what you mean. But at least they're not fighting the Total Package. I'm sure they could find places to attack we may only dream of.

[Johnny comes through the rope and hits a forearm to the face of Sean Dubose releasing the ankle lock. Johnny lies on his back for a few moments, as then Johnny bounces back on his feet, with a huge grin on his face as he starts to get the adrenaline rush look in his eyes. He looks as Tina grabs him and forces him back into his corner. Tommy picks up Sean and puts him in a headlock to walk him across the ring to his corner. Tommy reaches out for a tag, but fails to connect as Sean DuBose distracts him by slipping out of the headlock and putting Tommy in a hammerlock. Tommy Contour reverses the hammerlock and then applies a waistlock. Johnny backs up and smiles as he then backs up and fires the foot up for a superkick….but Sean ducks Johnny nails Tommy right in the jaw. Tommy, simply falls backwards hard on his back, staring up in space. Johnny standing in total shock as he stands over Tommy. Sean DuBose grabs Johnny and sends him into the turnbuckle. DuBose then charges in with a spear that launches him up over the top rope onto the apron-(think Ric Flair in his prime). Johnny Contour staggers out of the corner and falls on top of Tommy Contour as Sean DuBose races across the apron on the outside and up the turnbuckle. DuBose then jumps off with a 450 splash landing perfectly across Johnny Contour's back. DuBose stays there for the pin.]

1…

2….

3….

DING DING DING

JR: My god! What a match….but what a ending! Johnny accidentally hit Tommy with The Superkick!

B: Oh no! I hope Tommy’s okay!

JR: Well one thing is for sure, The Grassy Knoll Assassins are more than just average competition in the tag team division.

B: That they are, and after beating the former tag team champions one can only wonder how long it will be before they will have the belts around their waists as well.

[When the Grassy Knoll Assassins finally leave, Reverend Rougeau and Sister Starlet remain outside of the match, Rougeau is holding their tag team championship. Johnny, seemingly very disappointed in him self, he offers his hand to help Tommy up, but Tommy slaps his hand away and holds his jaw. Johnny takes a step away, but tries to help Tommy up again, but Tommy pulls him self up. Johnny tries to talk to Tommy, but Tommy points his finger at Johnny yelling “You hit me, you son of a bitch!” Johnny tries to apologize, but Tommy wants to no part.

JR: Uh oh! The Directors are not so tight right now.

B: They’ll get it resolved.

Tommy starts to poke at Johnny’s chest. Johnny’s facial expression shows he hates being poked, so Johnny swats Tommy’s hand away as Johnny starts to walk away. Tommy’s eyes become filled with rage as Tommy grabs Johnny from behind and hit’s The Show Stealer. Johnny lands hard on his back and does not move. Tommy then climbs on top of Johnny and start laces the punches towards him. The Crowd is half booing, but half cheering, not sure what exactly to do.

JR: My God! Tommy is attacking Johnny! First with the Show Stealer and no the punches!

B: Stop it guys! Stop it! You guys are champions! You can’t do this!

Tommy gets off Johnny and calls Reverend Rougeau into the ring. Rougeau reaches into his pocket and passes……a pair of Brass Knucks! Tommy slips them on and waits to Johnny to get up. The crowd tries to tell Johnny to look out, but when Johnny turns around, Tommy punches Johnny right between the eyes with the knucks. Johnny falls backwards hard and is busted open! Tommy climbs on top and punches Johnny on the open cut again and again. Sister Starlet is screaming that them to stop, but her pleas fall on deaf ears. Tommy keeps punching for several moments until he stops and raises his hand in victory.

Reverend Rougeau picks Johnny up by the hair and smiles at him and throws him towards Tommy, who quickly hits The Critic’s review. Tommy stomps at Johnny and then rolls out as Reverend Rougeau grabs a bullhorn from behind the Time Keeper and starts to chant “Infidel! Infidel!” Sister Starlet then shakes her head as she steps into the ring and gets on her knees and holds up the head of Johnny. Johnny with a distant look, looks at Tommy and Reverend Rougeau, who carry both tag team titles now! Tommy holds on, as does Reverend Rougeau. Sister Starlet is teary eyed as several EMT’s run down and help Johnny out, and slowly out of the ring, Johnny warps his arm around the EMT’s as they help in into the back.

JR: Oh my god ! Tommy has lost it! He just attacked Johnny and beat him bloody!

B: No! No! No! This can’t be! Let this be all a bad dream!

JR: What a turn. It’s safe to say The Directors are no longer together. We’ll have an medical update on Johnny next week!

JR: Well last week we saw the return of C-J Dude in a tag team match. And well the outing wasn’t what we usually see from the youngdter from the UK.

*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. Behind him the beautiful Sammy Jo follows posing for photos. They enter the ring and CJ climbs the turnbuckles to salute and poses for the fans.*

B: but Sammy Jo makes up for that.

JR: looks like CJ has some thing to say

CJ: Last week, I came back, came back after 6 long weeks of being out. You see, I haven’t been happy with my performance latly. Back home I was winning week in and week out, I held titles, all over the UK. Then the injury, but me back a wile, I came out to the USA looking for a promotion. The IEW took me in. I was headline news in the UK when I made my debute in Melbern Australia. Ok so I lost, but hell I am 19 years old and I am living my dream. For nearly a year I have been hear, excluding time off I have had. But what have I had to show for it? How meany titles have I held? How meany title opertunitys have I had? So 6 weeks ago I went into a training regeem designd to put the spring back in my step. I have a whole new style in the ring, I wrestle like back home in the UK. So last week I came out hear ready to show off my new skills, and what happened? Dor happened. Dude what the hell happened? You tagged me in, I got my ass handed to me, what where you doing? You where haning out with the fans at ring side, that’s fine, interacting with the fans is our job, but dude you droped the ball, you didn’t even notice that I was being beaten up on the outside.

*CJ looks out into the arina.*

CJ: I am sick of this shit, I am sick of the lack of respect I get, so to that end. I am issuing an open challenge next week. Any one who wants a pice of me can come out, and go one on one. And I will make you squeal like pig on steroids

*CJ drops the mic, and leaves with Sammy Jo.*

JR: wow he is pissed.

Announcer: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL, and it is for the IEW Intercontinetal Championship! Introducing first, from Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada, he weighs in at 358 pounds... STEVE DRISSSSDELLLLLLLEEEE!!!

(Sudden Darkness falls upon the crowd, a haunting grey blue light begins to filter from below the ring and from overhead. An energetic crowd begins to cheer in anticipation, sensing a build up... A large airburst rips through the air as "Less than Nothing" by Demon Hunter kicks in hard and fast... Two ultra violet spots cut through the smoke that comes from below the stage and focuses on the stage enterance... the Video screen projects the word "Driz" as the crowd erupts. Several pyros set off as Driz walks unto the stage. The video then begins to show images of Driz in action as he begins to move towards the ring with intensity... as Driz jumps up to the ring apron and then over the top rope he moves to the center of the ring raising his arms as blue pyros erupt overhead, the house lights then go up as Driz circles the ring in preperation.)

JR: Driz is here and he's ready to play!

Brutus: Play what? Dominoes?

Announcer: And his opponent, from Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada... he weighs in at 200 pounds... he is the INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION... DAAAARKDRAAAAGOOOONNNN!!!!

("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 IC 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 and waits for his opponent.)

JR: Darkdragon looks focused and ready to go in tonight's main event.

Brutus: He better be, he's giving up 150 pounds of power to the massive Driz.

(Tina Garcia checks each man to make sure he's not carrying a concealed weapon. Then, she holds the IC title up so each man can see it, and orders the bell to be rung.)

JR: Here we go, the match is underway.

Brutus: Thank you Captain Obvious.

(DD and Driz circle each other, Driz chuckling confidently. DD calls for a test of strength, Driz stares at him like "Are you serious?", but complies, locking up with DD. DD cuts him off with a kick to the midsection, a little low. Tina warns him not to hit below the belt, but Darkdragon waves her off. DD hits a few elbows to the side of Driz's head.)

JR: A blatant low blow!!

Brutus: Uh, no it wasn't. However, it doesn't matter, cause Darkdragon's got the upper hand.

(Darkdragon has Driz in a side headlock. Driz pushes DD off and to the ropes, and when Darkdragon bounces back, Driz cuts him down with a monstrous big boot.)

Brutus: Blasphemy~!!

JR: Nice counter by Driz, who's just getting warmed up.

(Driz lands a big leg drop across the throat of Darkdragon, then runs off the ropes and goes for another one. Darkdragon rolls out of the way, letting Driz bust his behind. With Driz holding his butt in pain momentarily, Darkdragon gives him a stiff kick worthy of a field goal to the small of the back, then clamps on a rear chinlock.)

JR: Darkdragon is trying to mount some offense, keeping the big man off his feet.

Brutus: Magically, it's working somehow.

(Driz fights to his feet with Darkdragon still on his back, then simply falls backward, flattening DD. Driz lifts DD to his feet, but is met by rights and lefts to the gut as DD tries to fight back. Driz nails a big clubbing blow to DD's back, then locks DD into a very painful-looking full nelson hold. Tina asks if DD gives up, but he does not. He's starting to fade, she lifts DD's arm up once, twice... on the third time, his arm stays in the air, and DD elbows Driz in the gut several times. Finally, Driz lets go.)

JR: No quit in either of these men.

Brutus: No brains either.

(Driz hits DD with a stiff clothesline as soon as he gets to his feet, then followed by another one when DD gets up again. Darkdragon gets up a third time, into a side Russian legsweep.)

JR: Driz is on fire!

Brutus: We don't need no water, let the mother --

JR: Brutus!

Brutus: ...What?

(Driz has DD's throat across the bottom rope, and is stepping on him, choking him out. Tina counts, 1...2...3...4... Driz lets go. Tina admonishes Driz for the blatant choke. Driz's back is to DD as DD gets to his feet. Darkdragon pushes Driz into Tina, hoping to squish her. Driz stops himself, but not before DD hits a low blow. Tina is still composing herself, so she doesn't see it. Driz is bent over comedically. DD turns the low blow into a rollup for the pin.)

Brutus: That'll fix his little red wagon!!

1...

2... NO Driz powers out

(Driz gets to his feet, but Dardragon hits a boot to the gut, then lands a big Twist of Fate.)

JR: Dragon's Rage!!

(DD, smiling confidently, taking his time, makes his way to the top rope. He says "this sh*t is over!", then jumps off. It's unclear what he was going for, as Driz is back on his feet and he catches DD in midair.)

Brutus: Oh crap.

(Driz drills DD with a huge powerslam. DD gets up into a big belly to belly suplex from the big man. Driz scoops Dragon up again, then drops him with a big Snake Eyes on the top left turnbuckle. DD is reeling from this when Driz bounces off the ropes and nails a crippling spear.)

JR: My god, it looked like Darkdragon just got hit by a train.

(Driz is letting DD get to his feet again. Then, Driz runs at DD. DD performs a drop toehold, tripping Driz, and Driz smashes face first into the turnbuckle. Darkdragon jumps to the top rope again, this time taking Driz down with a huge tornado DDT.)

JR: Deja Vu! Deja Vu from the top rope!!

(Darkdragon pins Driz, but before Tina can even get off a 1-count, Driz tosses Darkdragon off with authority.)

JR: My god the power of Driz!

(DD goes for a neckbreaker, but Driz counters it with a big backdrop. DD gets up into a sidewalk slam from Driz. Driz teases for the End of the World powerbomb, calling for it. However, DD slides out of the ring. Tina starts to count him out.)

JR: Darkdragon narrowly avoided the End of the World.

Brutus: What kinda name for a finisher is that? "The End of the World", really now.

(Darkdragon is standing at ringside, trying to catch his breath. Driz leans out of the ring, grabs him by the hair, and starts to pull him back in.)

Brutus: Huh. I would've bet anything he couldn't do that.

(With amazing speed, DD grabs Driz's head and jumps down to floor dropping Driz''s neck on the top rope. DD Then jumps onto the apron. Grabs opponents head and jumps down to floor dropping opponent's neck on the top rope. DD then jumps again onto the top rope)

Brutus: Now he's calling for it! The Tortured Nightmare!!

JR: And I suppose that's a cool name?

Brutus: It is cause Darkdragon made it up.

(Darkdragon flies off the top rope, looking for a hurracanrana, but Driz converts it into a tilt-a-whirl slam. Driz gives DD a big boot as he gets up. DD slumps to the mat.)

JR: The Champion is reeling!!

(Driz makes a throat-cutting gesture, saying "It's over now" DD crawls back into the conrer, but he notices his IC championship belt sitting on the apron. He grabs it, and smacks Driz over the head with it. Tina sees this, and immediately calls for the bell.)

DING DING DING

Announcer: And the winner of this match as a result of a disqualification... STEEEEVE DRIZZZZDELLLLLLE!!!

(Driz, sitting in the ring, can't believe what happened. DD is walking up the ramp as quick as he can. Driz points to DD, making the title symbol around his waist and saying "That belt it mine." the scene opens backstage in an interview area. Karl Weiss stands by with Rage, who is still beaming with a smile and his hands on his hips. The IEW World Title rests upon his right shoulder.

Karl Weiss- Rage, I'd like to personally congratulate you on the win from 2 weeks ago over Hugh Bristic.

Rage- Why thank you Karl, it's about time I won this.

Karl Weiss- A Bit over due, Huh?

Rage- That Karl, is truer than the sky is blue. How long has it been since my debut in the IEW?

Karl Weiss- I believe 2 years now...

Rage- Yeah...

Rage just smiles to himself while Karl prepares for questioning the champ.

Karl Weiss- You must be incredibly stressed about this whole Hugh Bristic, Watchman situation?

Rage- Are you kidding me Karl? Hugh Bristic can't hold a candle to me in one on one action. This has been proven when I am fighting in the defensive or offensive, even if he has major assistance Hugh can't compete with me when he there aren't 4 other men to break up his final pin. I find it hilarious, he proclaims to be always thinking, always planning his next move in advance, but let's face it Karl. Wrestling is not a game of Chess, planning moves ahead is nice and all, but what if you get rattled around to much, all the planning ahead in the world doesn't amount to anything the second you get the wind knocked out of you or the second you get a well placed knee to the face. It all blacks out and you rely on instinct. As much as Hugh has denied it, I am talented, I am intelligent and a force here in the IEW.

Karl Weiss- True, true... but what about The Watchman, How does he factor into this situation.

Rage- The Watchman is prided himself as prim and proper, to know it all and to have gone through some of it. I can't disclaim what he says, and honestly, I can't call him a rookie, that doesn't mean I can't call him on it thought. Hide behind the ski mask Watchman, you aren't at my level. Hugh can pump you up as much as he likes, claiming this and that, but where is your proof? As Rizzo has said, you have beaten no one that is in the prime. Beating Magnum is no longer something to pride and parade around about. Beating Thunder Cat, Watchman, let's face it, he's on the rise, you aren't going to keep him down. Your Biggest claim of fame is throwing it all away because Hugh flipped you a couple hundred dollars.

Karl Weiss- I can see your not impressed with The Watchman...

Rage- He's a bully, that's all he is. Why should I fear a man who hides behind a mask? I shouldn't, he is not anyone that I should fear.

Karl Weiss- Last Week, you made mention of the safe The Watchman is trying to get into, but mainly, What was in the safe... Rage, What's in the safe?

Rage- I've got a hunch, and if it's right. I've got a counter attack to what I think it is.

Karl Weiss- You're only speculating?

Rage- True... but I've got a pretty good feeling about it, just like this match with him. Karl, this match is going to be great, as requested from Thunder Cat, I'm going to rip The Watchman apart with no remorse. It will be a message to Hugh, and to anyone else that wants to cross my path.

Karl Weiss- Speaking of Crossing your path, the message in the middle of your match last mayhem. Do you think it might be...

Rage- Yes Karl...

Karl Weiss- But his ex-girl friend, your current...

Rage- Killed him? Yes... I know, but a man like Boca won't die. He supposedly has alot to live for, or he might have to get some revenge, or... something... Regardless of his return, I will be ready, as always. Now if you will excuse me Karl, I have to go prepare for my match.

Rage shakes Karl's hand and promptly exits the scene.

Karl Weiss- Back to you Jimmy and Brutus.

*The arena goes dark as "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses is played over the PA system. As soon as the arena goes dark, all four turnbuckles show a solitary flame. On the titantron, a split screen one of a zebra in the savannah and the other with a gazelle drinking from the river.At the same time, flames, one on each side of the entrance ramp, light the way as if creating a path. When the beginning words of the first verse begins, the titantron displays a lion biting the neck of the zebra on one side and a crocodile biting and dragging the gazelle into the water on the other, as one blast of pyro goes off, at the same time all the flames go up creating a walled path of flames, and The Beastly Squad(Lion, Crocodile, and Gorilla) walks out into the open.*

Mic: The following tag match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing the challengers, accompanied by Gorilla, Lion and Crocodile, the BEASTLY SQUAD!

*The flames go low. Lion, Croc, and Gorilla stand with arms folded. After a few seconds all three men lift their hands. As soon as that happens, the flamed path, once again, flames up. As, Lion, Croc, and Gorilla walk to the ring, the titantron shows Lions and Crocs individual finishing and signature moves, and their tag moves. Lion and Croc then climb up on the apron directly across from the entrance ramp. Gorilla gets onto the apron and shakes the rope violently (Ultimate Warrior). Lion and Gorilla enter the ring with one leg over the top rope at a time and Croc climbs on the top turnbuckle on the side with the ring steps attached. As Lion does his singles roaring type of thing, Gorilla does his Rhyno type chest pound, and Croc backflips into the ring as green, yellow, and red explosions of pyro and green and red flames(for turnbuckles only), as well as pure white flames on the entrance ramp and turnbuckles(shared with green flames) erupt throughout the arena. At the same time, the roar of a lion and hiss of a crocodile bellow throughout the entire arena.*

JR: Lion and Croc are out to get their tag titles back tonight.

B: Too bad it’s not theirs to take. The names on the plates read “Inner Circle”.

JR: Speaking of which...

The opening notes of "Remember Me?" by Eminem play on the PA.

Remember me? ("Step in, execution")
Remember me? ("I have no remorse")
Remember me? ("I'm 'High Powered'")
Remember me? ("I drop bombs like Hiroshima")

For this one it's the X, you retarded?
Cause I grab the mic and get DOWN, like Syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses, without boundaries
which qualifies me for the term "universal"

Mic: Introducing the IEW Tag Team Champions, Jason Twisted and Hightower, the INNER CIRCLE!

*Twisted steps out onto the stage, and runs to the end of the stage and screams something to the fans, (a la Edge) Hightower steps out onto the stage, and lifts his hand in the air (a la Big Show). Behind him as he does this a series of fireworks explode behind him (like HBK's pyro). The Inner Circle members walk to the ring, Twisted leading the way, his eyes focused and intense. When he gets in the ring, he takes off his outer shirt and throws it into the crowd. Then he talks strategy to Hightower for the match.*

B: That entrance sucked.

JR: Why would you say a thing like that?

B: Michelle isn’t here!

JR: Oh brother. Let’s get on with the match.

*Gorilla steps away from ringside next to JR and Brutus.

Gorilla: Hi fellas. Can I have a seat?

JR: Go ahead. Here’s a headset.

Gorilla: Thanks.

B: Croc will start this one off against Hightower.

JR: This will be an interesting combination. Croc is the smaller member of the Beastly Squad, while Hightower is the biggest member of the Inner Circle.

B: I know, what is Croc thinking!?

Gorilla: You’ll see. Croc has a plan.

JR: Hightower goes for a clothesline, but Croc ducks, and hits a sweeping leg takedown, sending Hightower on his back. Croc is obviously thinking of out-maneuvering him with his speed advantage. Seems to be working too. Hightower got up only to receive a drop kick.

B: Oh boy! Croc is going for a half crab submission, early on! No way Hightower will tap out... Great, Jason Twisted is coming in to help out!

Gorilla: Of course, it’s just like that coward to come out. He knows Hightower can’t handle himself.

JR: The ref doesn’t even notice Twisted. He is helping Hightower get out of the hold. Now they are double teaming Croc, while Lion is tied up with the referee.

Gorilla: I swear these refs are prejudiced.

B: Now it’s getting good! Croc is in the corner, getting stomped by the two of them.

JR: Finally the ref comes in to bring some order here. Croc has the wind knocked out of him. The ref forces Twisted out of the ring but Hightower promptly tags him back in again. Oh come on... a blatant choke, right in the corner! Do something ref!

1...

2...

3...

4...

B: And Twisted finally breaks the hold at 4 and 1/2, just like a pro. Croc is struggling to get up, but Twisted lands a belly-to-belly suplex. Croc is laid out in the ring. Lion is trying to get the crowd rallied up. Croc is starting to get up, but... oooo! Jason hits a running drop kick right to his face! Now Twisted gets Croc in a headlock. Croc is in a bad way now.

Gorilla: Don’t worry, Croc will get out of this. He was once in a struggle with two crocodiles at once. That’s how he got his nickname. He can handle one loser like Jason Twisted.

Crowd: “Croc.. Croc.. Croc..”

JR: Croc is struggling to get up, ignoring the pain. Croc is on his knees now, and give Twisted a hard elbow. Another elbow! And another! Croc grabs Twisted now, and hits a spinning neckbreaker! Both men are down now!

Ref: 1...

2...

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4...

5...

B: Croc is up now, but not in Lion’s corner. Jason isn’t far behind. Croc turns around to rest in the corner, but Jason is charging in! And... WHAT???

Gorilla: Croc is smarter than that.

JR: He gave Jason the big boot, sending him down to the mat. Croc gets Jason up for a DDT. Man, he hit hard! Croc gets Jason up again, for another DDT! Jason is practically unconscious! Croc needs a tag now. Hey, what’s going on? Croc is just standing there?

Croc: Get up, you drunk [bleep]!

Gorilla: Umm, this isn’t part of the plan.

B: Croc gets Jason up again. This time, he is setting up for a piledriver. No, wait! Jason reversed it to a back body drop. Croc is back on the floor, where he belongs.

Gorilla: Uh oh.

JR: Now here comes Hightower, tagged in by Twisted. Twisted goes up to the top rope. Hightower sets Croc on his shoulders, powerbomb position. Twisted sits on the tops turnbuckle, and grabs Croc by the throat in a chokeslam. Hightower falls back as Twisted drives them down to the mat.

B: They call that the Dead Man’s Drop! Hightower wastes no time going for the cover.

1...

2...

B: Lion comes in to break the count. Do something ref!

Gorilla: You didn’t seem to mind when Jason came running in. Lion will always have Croc’s back, no matter what.

JR: Lion calmly goes back to his corner. Hightower picks up Croc for a sidewalk slam. Croc is grieving in pain now. Another cover by Hightower...

1...

2...

Kickout!

B: Croc used up all his energy on that one! Now Hightower lifts up Croc for a suplex—wha? Croc flipped behind Hightower! I didn’t know he had it in him.

Gorilla: Croc is trying to become more agile than before. He has already lost 10 lbs. 15 more and he will be able to do the 450 splash.

JR: Croc still has some muscle, though! He just lifted Hightower for a reverse atomic drop!

B: No way, that’s 450 lbs right on Croc’s knee!

Gorilla: Come on Croc, get to Lion!

JR: Both men are down now, Croc is desperately trying to tag Lion. Lion is reaching out.

B: Here comes Hightower, trying to tag in Jason. Who will get there first?

JR & B: Yes, they made contact!

Gorilla: Here comes Lion, all fired up! Jason comes running to meet him! Come on Lion, take him out like a hyena!

JR: They exchange punches. Lion is now getting the better of Jason. Now Lion whips Jason into the corner. And whips him into the other corner! Lion is really fired up. Lion picks up Jason for... a brainbuster! Yikes!

B: Now Lion is busy taunting to the crowd to notice Hightower behind him. Hightower grabs Lion for a reverse spinning neckbreaker! Now the score is even!

Gorilla: That’s not right! Oh, NOW the ref comes to kick Hightower out. I think they are paying him or something.

JR: I highly doubt that. Our referees have the highest integrity and reputation. Think of Pops, Big Balls Brukowski...

B: Very funny Jimmy. Those guys are more crooked than the TV screen in an old Batman rerun.

JR: Twisted is going for Lion now, and hits a gut-wrench powerbomb. Now he has Lion up, whips him into the ropes, but Lion reverses. Now Jason hits the ropes, into a Big Boot! Lion is back in control!

Crowd: “Li-on! Li-on! Li-on!”

B: Now Lion has Jason in a clothesline. And now a scoop slam! Great hang time. Lion is going for the cover!!!

1...

2...

Thr.. Kickout!

Gorilla: Lion almost had him that time. Jason is falling fast.

JR: Lion has Jason up now and is signaling for the lionslam. He grabs Jason in the chokeslam position, and... oh no! Jason counters with a jawbreaker that has Lion dazed yet on his feet. Jason now has his chance and goes for the Twisted Cutter (diamond cutter)! But Lion pushes him away! Oh man, what display of power! Lion goes for the Lionslam again, and hits it!

Gorilla: A chokeslam into a backbreaker. This match is only three seconds away from victory.

1...

2...

B: And Hightower comes in to save Jason!! That was close.

Gorilla: That’s it. I’ve had enough of Hightower. Out of my way.

*Gorilla takes off the headset and heads for the ring.*

B: I thought the Beastly Squad was all about fair play? I’m confused.

JR: Just watch, I’m sure Gorilla will do something perfectly legal.

B: He’d better hurry up, Hightower and Jason are stomping on Lion.

JR: And Croc enters the ring to help out. All four men are up now, exchanging punches! Lion has Jason in the corner now. But Hightower has Croc in the opposite corner! Lion turns around to help out Croc. But Hightower Irish whips Croc right to Lion! Oh wait! Lion vaults Croc up and... a HUGE STINGER SPLASH right on Jason Twisted!!!

Crowd: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

B: Here is our old friend Gorilla now. He now has the ref out of the ring, probably complaining about Hightower coming in so much. But Lion and Hightower are neck and neck. Well, Hightower is a little taller, but you know what I mean.

JR: Wait a second! Lion has Hightower in the chokeslam position again. I think he’s going for another lionslam. But wait! Hightower grabs Lion’s throat too, and his longer arms outreach Lion’s! Oh, no! The HANG TIME!!!

*The ring gives a thunderous shud.*

B: It’s all over now, no way Lion is getting up from that. But wait, the ref is still arguing with Gorilla! Get in there!!

Crowd: “1... 2... 3...”

JR: Hightower is pissed now. He starts to get up to give more pain to Lion. But Croc is behind him. Hightower turns around... into the CROCODILE DEATH ROLL!

B: He gave Hightower a 360 twirl into oblivion! Now Croc is trying to get the ref back into the ring. How appropriate. Croc is out of the ring, getting the ref to follow him up the stairs.... OOOH! Jason comes out of nowhere and suicide dives Croc, hitting the ref in the process!

JR: Lion is back up now, staggering a bit. Hightower tries to get up too. But Lion is up and hits the complete shot on Hightower! Now Lion gets the lion deathlock locked in! Hightower is about to tap!

B: Hightower can’t hold on much longer.... there he goes, Hightower is tapping away! Wait a second... where is the ref?

*The camera pans to out of the ring where the ref is out cold beside Jason Twisted and Croc.*

JR: This is an outrage! The match should have ended twice already! Croc and Jason are trying to get up. So is the ref. Croc and Jason get up at the same time, and exchange blows. Jason gets the better of Croc, then gives him a knee to the face. Croc is still standing so Jason gives Croc another knee to the face. But Croc is still standing! What durability! What toughness! What heart!

B: What an idiot! He is just letting Jason get the better of him. Here comes the ref, he’s trying to get up behind Croc. Now Jason has had enough and goes for Jason’s Lyric. He grabs Croc by the throat, but Croc pushes Jason away. Jason tries to grab Croc again, but again Croc pushes Jason away. Jason then goes to grab Croc’s head, for the Twisted Cutter.... OH NO! Croc ducked and Jason grabbed the ref instead! Does he even notice???

JR: I don’t think so...

*CRACK*

JR: OH MY GOD! Jason just hit the Twisted Cutter on the ref, outside the ring!!! He turns around, and his eyes are as wide as tennis balls! He tries to help the ref up, then notices the ref is bloody. Jason then takes off his shirt to wipe off the blood. The dazed referee sees Jason and calls for the bell. Jason is furious, pleading with the ref that it was an accident.

Mic: Here are your winners, by disqualification... the BEASTLY SQUAD!

B: It was an accident, ref! Restart the match!!!

JR: This battle is far from over. The Inner Circle still walk away with the tag team titles. Nobody wins.

That was a good match, but that was nothing compared to what The Watchman versus Rage matchup will be like and I can hardly wait. The Watchman has been slowly working his way up the ranks and has been decimated all that have stood before him.

JR: All with the help of his trusty crowbar. The man he’s facing tonight, however, managed to best both he and Hugh Bristic to walk away the IEW World Champion.

The Mic: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a non title bout. Introducing first, from Parts Unknown. Standing at 6’3” and weighing in at 250 lbs… THE WATCHMAN!!!

(“Bully” by Eminem plays as the lights in the arena go dim and hundreds of flash photos go off. The Watchman steps out from the wrestlers’ entrance, crowbar in hand. Completely ignoring the crowd he makes his way down to the ring and slides in. He brushes the referee away, who tries to take the crowbar, and places it in his corner and awaits Rage to enter the ring.)

JR: There’s that trusty crowbar of his. Why the hell is he still allowed to bring that thing to the ring is what I want to know.

Brutus: It’s just for effect Jimmy. Relax.

The Mic: And his opponent, at 6’4” and tipping the scales at 289 lbs… he is the IEW World Heavyweight Champion… RAGE!!!

("Revolution" by Judas Priest begins to play smoke risses from the vents underneath the ramp. Suddenly a large set of pyro goes off and Rage runs through the fire and settled smoke. He runs down to the ring and enters. As he reaches ringside he is met with a suicide dive between the second and top ropes. He connects with Rage and knocks him flat. Watchman just begins pounding on Rage’s forehead.)

Brutus: Great move there by The Watchman to wake up this place and get this show on the road.

JR: Rage didn’t even get a chance to get into the ring. That was pretty cheap if you ask me.

Brutus: Well I didn’t and I thought that move was awesome.

JR: Well Brutus, Rage is our World Champion and to be quite honest, I don’t see him having too much trouble at all with The Watchman here tonight.

Brutus: Jimmy, you’re crazy. I’d say it’s a good thing the title isn’t on the line tonight because we’d be seeing a third title switch in as many shows.

(Watchman gets up and drags Rage up too. Irish whip into the stairs and Rage hit hard. Watchman stays on the attack and picks Rage up, then drags him over to the protective steel barrier. Watchman drapes Rage over the barrier then begins to choke him out. Finally Watchman releases the hold and slides Rage back into the ring, then following himself.)

Brutus: The Watchman has started off this match with the ruthless tenacity that has gotten him as far as he is in the IEW.

JR: Which isn’t very far.

(The referee impedes Watchman and forces him back into his corner. He checks out Rage to see if Rage can continue. Rage regains his composure and the referee calls for the bell to officially start this one off. Rage and Watchman circle each other then dive in for a lockup. Rage easily overpowers Watchman and throws him to the mat. Rage just smirks and waits for Watchman to get back up. The two circle again and dive in for another lock up with the same results. Watchman is slow to get him. He sizes up Rage a little then bounces off the ropes. He goes for a shoulder block but bounces off Rage and down to the canvas. Rage is laughing at Watchman.)

JR: This isn’t even a test for the Champion. I really think The Watchman is out of his element here tonight.

Brutus: This is going to be a long match Jimmy. There’s plenty of time yet.

(Watchman slowly gets up to one knee and Rage casually steps in to help him up. Watchman quickly dives in and takes Rage off his feet. Watchman hops back up with Rage’s foot, then rolls Rage over onto his stomach in an ankle lock. Watchman wrenches the hold in tight causing Rage to scream out loud in pain. Watchman then drops an elbow into the back of Rage’s knee.)

Brutus: And just like that the table turns. The Watchman may not be as well known as Rage and obviously hasn’t been here nearly as long, but he’s definitely a man to be concerned about.

JR: He just took Rage off guard. Rage will regain control of this one in no time.

(Watchman drags Rage up now but is brushed off and met with a stiff chop… then another… then another. Rage backs Watchman up into a corner then whips him hard into the opposite corner. Watchman hits chest first and is then crushed by a running splash from Rage. Rage steps aside and lets Watchman stagger out and then fall to the mat.)

JR: See? Rage obviously has this one under complete control.

Brutus: You think? I’m telling you, if Rage doesn’t take this one seriously, he’s not only going to lose, but The Watchman will hurt him.

(Rage wipes his brow then flicks the sweat down at Watchman. Rage then turns to the crowd and plays it up a little. Watchman rolls back up to his feet and as Rage turns he spits right in the man’s face. Rage flinches a little and Watchman hits a standing drop kick, sending Rage down to the mat. Watchman picks up Rage’s feet and makes a wish, dropping a head butt right in the midsection.)

Brutus: You see? Every time you think Watchman is done, he takes it right back to the champ.

JR: Maybe you’d rather Rage just end this?

(Watchman gets behind Rage and locks in a reverse chin lock. Rage struggles up to his feet, then drops suddenly, driving his forehead into Watchman’s chin. Watchman falls back clutching his chin. Rage gets back to his feet and drags Watchman up. Rage just begins taunting Watchman, slapping him in the face and backing him up into the corner. Rage grabs Watchman and hooks in a bear hug. Watchman reaches out and grabs the ropes but Rage doesn’t release the hold.)

JR: Again, Rage is making this look just too easy. He’s having his way with The Watchman.

Brutus: And not breaking a hold I might add. If that were The Watchman, you’d be crying bloody murder.

(The referee warns Rage then tries to get Rage to release the hold. To no avail, he begins to count Rage out; 1… 2… 3… 4… and Rage releases Watchman, letting him slump to the mat. Rage then ignores both the referee and Watchman as he smiles out to the crowd again. Watchman slowly gets back up to his feet and charges Rage, driving a knee into his back. Watchman drags Rage up and hits a Russian leg sweep. Watchman drags up Rage and whips him off the ropes. Watchman bounces off the adjacent ropes and hits a running bulldog.)

Brutus: Well The Watchman recovered nicely from that bear hug from Rage and has picked up the pace here in this one.

JR: Alright, even I think it’s about time for Rage to stop messing around here and just end this one.

(Watchman drags Rage and whips him off the ropes again. Watchman bounces off the ropes and levels Rage with a swinging lariat. Watchman hops back up to his feet and hits a springboard moonsault. He hooks the leg for the pin;

1…

2… and Rage kicks out.)

Brutus: Perhaps a premature pinfall attempt by The Watchman but he’s taken over this one and really taken Rage off his game.

JR: I’ll even have to admit that was a nice string there, but that was a mistake to go for such an early pinfall attempt on Rage. It’s killed any momentum that The Watchman may have had.

(Watchman is up and bounces off the ropes again as Rage gets back up to his feet. Rage catches Watchman with a huge spine buster that shakes the ring and wakes up the crowd at the same time. Rage drags Watchman up to his feet and hits a stalling Jackhammer. Rage doesn’t go for the pin but drags Watchman up to his feet and hoists Watchman up on his shoulders. Running powerslam by Rage and he hooks the leg for the pin;

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2…

thr… and Watchman kicks out.)

JR: And a near pinfall by Rage. The champ has stepped it up a notch and it’s obvious that The Watchman just can’t compete.

Brutus: You’re getting on my nerves Jimmy.

(Rage drags Watchman up and sets up a powerbomb. Watchman quickly reverses it into a small package;

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2…

thr… and Rage kicks out. Watchman and Rage both get back up to their feet. Watchman drives a boot into Rage’s stomach but Rage kicks it. Rage begins to laugh at Watchman and shakes his finger “no”. Watchman then leaps and almost decapitates Rage with an enziguri.)

Brutus: And that right there is going to change the course of this match.

JR: Holy crap. That almost took Rage’s head off!

(The crowd begins to cheer as Thunder Cat appears at the wrestlers’ entrance.)

JR: The crowd is becoming electric in here, Brutus! They're just about ready to tear it down!

Brutus: And there's your reason for it, JR... look.

(The Felined One hobbles down to the ring on a pair of crutches. He wears a Thunder Cat T-shirt and jean shorts. The cast is secure around the damaged leg as the Cat makes his way to the ringside area.)

Brutus: I think security ought to be called. He's got no reason to be out here. He can watch this on a monitor in the back.

JR: I guess he wants to see Watchman's flaws up close and personal.

(While the announcers are arguing, Watchman sees the Cat at ringside. Rage struggles back up to his feet and sees Watchman leaning over the ropes, shouting down at T Cat. Rage clotheslines him over the top rope, so he's virtually laying beside where the Cat is standing. Watchman gets up and starts jawing to the Cat some more. Rage distracts the ref and as the Watchman starts to get into the ring, he gets smacked across the ass by the Felined One with one of his crutches. Watchman falls through the ropes into the ring as the ref turns around. The ref sees nothing.)

Brutus: That's a disqualifying offence, ref! Do your job in that ring!

JR: I don't agree with the tactic, but Watchman's got it coming.

(Watchman stumbles back into the ring and glares back out at T Cat. Rage grabs Watchman immediately and whips him off the ropes. Heavy clothesline by Rage sends Watchman down hard. Rage drags Watchman up and hits a sidewalk slam. Rage drags Watchman up and slings him off the ropes once more. Samoan Drop by Rage and he makes a sloppy cover;

1…

2… and Watchman slides a shoulder up.)

JR: It looks like Rage’s high powered offence is really beginning to take its toll on The Watchman.

Brutus: It’s two on one for crying out loud!

(Rage drags Watchman up and whips him off the ropes. Rage goes for a back body drop but Watchman hits a sunset flip;

1…

2… and Rage kicks out easily. Watchman off the ropes and Rage is back on his feet. Watchman does a ducks a clothesline and stops right behind Rage. Rage turns into a standing sidekick by Watchman. Watchman then picks up Rage’s legs and quickly locks in a Sharpshooter.)

Brutus: He’s got it! He’s got a Sharpshooter in the middle of the ring. It’s over.

JR: The World Champion looks to be in a little bit of trouble. Let’s see what he does here.

(Rage screams in agony and frustration. He powers up with his upper body, then launches Watchman into the ropes with his legs. Watchman holds onto the ropes to stop the rebound. Rage gets up to his feet and as he turns Watchman goes for a spear. Rage sees it coming and braces himself and Watchman just bounces off.)

JR: Great exhibition of strength there by Rage.

Brutus: You’re easily impressed.

(Rage stands up and just glares back at Watchman. Watchman flips Rage the bird but Rage charges and Watchman slips out of the ring. Rage continues his pursuit and follows Watchman outside of the ring. Watchman runs around the ring and Rage follows. Watchman slides back into the ring and so does Rage. As Rage gets to his feet, Watchman drives a boot to his stomach and hits a DDT.)

Brutus: Ha ha! The Watchman just sucked Rage into the oldest trick in the book!

JR: The Watchman resorting to cheap tricks now to off set Rage’s superior talent.

(Rage is down now and Watchman looks like he’s had enough. Watchman goes over to his corner and picks up his crowbar. Cat sees this and grabs his crutch. Rage staggers back up to his feet as Cat slides into the ring. Watchman levels Rage with the crowbar then turns right into a crutch shot from Cat. The referee signals for the bell.)

Brutus: Thunder Cat just doesn’t know when to leave well enough alone does he? When this is all over The Watchman just might end his career.

JR: Just evening up the score Brutus. The Watchman just received a little comeuppance.

(Both Rage and Watchman are out as Cat focuses his attention on Watchman. Cat rests the pad of the crutch on Watchman’s throat and Watchman begins to convulse. Cat then uses the crutch as a club and repeatedly nails Watchman in the throat until Watchman begins to cough up some blood. Just then, Hugh Bristic appears at the wrestlers’ entrance and comes running down to ringside.)

JR: Thunder Cat is brutalizing The Watchman in the ring right now and I believe he’s made his payback tenfold. Maybe next time The Watchman will think before he goes for that crowbar of his.

Brutus: I hope Thunder Cat has enjoyed his little fun because here comes the cavalry.

(Cat winds up for one last swing and looks to be going for a decapitation when Hugh slides into the ring. Cat nails Watchman across the head and falls to the mat. Hugh quickly straddles Cat and begins pounding away on Cat’s forehead. Hugh drags Cat up to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Hugh hits the Hot Shot right on Cat’s crutch. Hugh then gets up and kicks the spasming Cat out of the ring.)

JR: A vicious attack by Hugh Bristic on Thunder Cat. The man is unable to physically defend himself and Hugh took advantage of the situation.

Brutus: Are you kidding me? That so-called invalid was kicking the crap out of The Watchman with that crutch. Hugh should have broken it over Thunder Cat’s head!

(Hugh checks on Watchman but sees Rage stir. He picks up Watchman’s crowbar and drives it into the back of Rage’s head. Hugh shakes Watchman some more and Watchman begins to come to. Hugh hands Watchman the crowbar then slides out of the ring. Hugh goes to the timekeeper’s table and takes the World Championship belt and a mic, then slides back into the ring.)

JR: This doesn’t look good for the champ. Hugh Bristic has no business being out here!

Brutus: You hypocrite. Hugh is out here to protect the investment he made in The Watchman, but don’t think for a minute that Rage didn’t know about Thunder Cat. At least Hugh is man enough to admit he has help.

JR: In your own world Brutus.

Brutus: You’re living proof that DENIAL is more than just a river in Egypt!

(The Watchman pulls out a set of handcuffs from his pants and cuffs Rage’s wrist to the top rope. Rage starts to come to again but is still groggy as Hugh begins to speak.)

Hugh Bristic: I told you Rage. I told you never to underestimate me. I told the entire IEW. Hugh Bristic, is always ... ALWAYS at least one step ahead of the rest of the company. I am smarter and more genius then anyone in the IEW. And I told you Rage, that I would find away back to this title ... to your ... MY title.

(Hugh nods to Watchman who sends a couple punches into Rages head. Rage slumps back down to the mat and Watchman relinquishes as Hugh begins to speak again.)

Hugh Bristic: From the beginning of my career, seven months ago in this very company, you have been a thorn in my side. You were an annoyance, whether in our first six man title match ... the countless undeserving challenges to my title, not being able to let me go in fear of your dieing career, stealing the IEW titles and becoming a Renegade, defeating me in a match for your Renegade title, teaming with EG Mackie in the Asylum of Atrocity, and finally fluking a victory over me for the true IEW Championship.

(With another nod Watchman goes to work on Rages head again, this time a trickle of blood begins to slide down his face. Hugh motions for the Watchman to stop.)

Hugh Bristic: Rage, I am going to get my return match for the IEW Championship, I promise you that. And in the years to come, your pitiful time as champion will hopefully be forgotten, for the sake of the IEW. But I am not going to just beat you, I am going to torture you. The worst way possible ... true psychological damage...

(Hugh goes face to face with Rage, who is still very groggy, and Watchman keeps Rages head steady. Rage is forced to look onto his enemy’s face but has a spacey look to him as he does.)

Hugh Bristic: Ever heard of Pavlov ... no I wouldn’t think so. He was a famous psychologist, famous for an experiment tracing physical reactions to mental thought. He had these dogs and he would feed them. But before feeding them he rang a bell. In due time the dogs recognized the bell as meaning dinner. They would salivate at the sound of a bell, even when no food was present. What does this have to do with you and your torture Rage? I am going to take a page from his book, I am going to have you link the IEW Heavyweight Championship in your mind, to ... PAIN!

(With the cue Watchman punches again at Rage. He continues to pummel but there is a disturbance in the crowd. Watchman punches Rage until he is busted open, blood pouring down his face. The crowd begins to roar their approval as Rizzo makes his way through the crowd and heads for the ring.)

Fred Simpson: Finally, salvation! Rizzo has come to bail out the World Champion. We’ll see how tough those two monsters are now!

Howard “The Duck” Freestone: See, there you go again. It was fine while Thunder Cat was the aggressor but now that the tables have turned, the aggressors are villains.

Hugh Bristic: Get a good look Rage, understand this is the cause of the punishment you are getting. In the upcoming weeks, I am going to train you like one of Pavlov’s dogs, not to salivate, but to shudder every time you see this title. To remember the pain and punishment you now receive, and you will continue to receive. You will equate the title with discomfort. And a time will come, not too long before I have earned my return match for the title, that you can't even bare to look at the title, much less have it around your waist. You will keep it in your closet, and avoid it. And when our match comes, the worst torture of all will be inflicted on you ... you won't even want the title anymore, you'll be practically handing it over to me. And you will never be so disgraced in your life. That is your pain, your punishment.

(Rizzo hops over the protective barrier and slides into the ring. Hugh and Watchman look like deer caught in the headlights. Rizzo rushes Watchman and hits a Lew Thesz press before pummeling Watchman on his already sore head. Hugh sees Rizzo manhandle Watchman and drops the title. He then grabs Rizzo and pulls him off of Watchman.)

Fred Simpson: Rizzo is a man on fire as he evens up the odds against Rage.

Howard “The Duck” Freestone: Well Rage is a little tied up at the moment so Rizzo just might find himself on the short end of the stick around here.

(Rizzo brushes Hugh off and begins pummeling Hugh, backing him into the ropes. Rizzo ropes Hugh into the opposite ropes and connects with a flying forearm. Rizzo drags Hugh back up and heads over to Watchman who has struggled back up to one knee. Rizzo helps Watchman back up to his feet and coco bonks Hugh and Watchman into one another. Rizzo then heads towards Rage to help get off the cuffs.)

Fred Simpson: Rizzo has set a standard here tonight and is looking to free the champion. If he can get Rage free, Hugh and Watchman may want to consider a hasty retreat.

Howard “The Duck” Freestone: Maybe, but they’ve made their point.

(The crowd gasps, as they’ve been doing repeatedly throughout this entire sequence of events, once more as a heavy fog fills the arena. As the fog envelops the arena, the Death Dirge plays loudly over the speakers. Rizzo looks up at the entrance ramp as a single coffin is drug out from the back by a single Druid wearing a plague mask with a curved beak like a vulture. The Druid drags the coffin to side of the ring and looks over at the four men in the ring. Hugh has managed to pull himself up and is assisting the Watchman. Rizzo has gone back to trying to get the cuffs off of Rage with some help from Rage now. The Watchman looks back, the Druid raises a finger and the coffin lifts up off the floor and floats up and over the top ring rope. It then lands in the center of the ring. Rizzo somehow manages to release Rage and the two take notice of the coffin and has slowly move over to the corner of the ring. Watchman walks around the casket and then reaches down and tries to grab the lid, but it flings open as a bolt of lightning strikes the coffin. Watchman is thrown back onto his butt as the Druid enters the ring and points to the coffin. Another thick veil of fog emerges from the coffin but quickly fades to show a body in the casket. Watchman, Hugh, Rizzo and Rage all look over as the body sits up. The crowd gasps as maggots and worms fall from the body’s head as it turns and look at Watchman from behind a black half bondage mask. The only hair the head has is on the left side of the head that goes down to the left ear. The lights slowly come on as the music fades and the body climbs out of the casket. The lone body points a single ragged finger at the Watchman as the announcers look on in shock.)

Brutus: What the hell is this!?

JR: I have no clue, but I need to change my underwear!

Brutus: What will happen next!? What the hell is that smell!?

(The body stands in the center of the ring wearing a plain black leather shirt with holes and cuts all up and down the front and back. His pants are black jeans with more holes and cuts. Dried blood stains the jeans and shirt as well as any visible flesh. The druid lets out a loud laugh as he points to Watchman. In a single blink of and eye, the tattered and torn body of a man leaps across the ring and has Watchman by the throat. He screams in pain and throws punch after punch to the mask, but the man slowly lifts him off the ground and laughs. In another blink the man spins around and choke slams the Watchman into the coffin. The lid slams down with a thud as he stands and looks through the eye holes of the mask at Rage. Rage and Rizzo slide out of the ring as the man points at Rage and his title. The man does not speak, but a voice echoes and vibrates off the walls.)

Man: What once was mine, shall come home. Your marked for death just like the rest. Downfall, Rizzo, Mackie, Love, Bristic, Driz, Watchman, Dragon, and you Rage have all hurt me. You laughed, you pointed, and your tried to end my miserable life, but you have failed. You all failed and now you must pay with your lives. The new era is upon us. Sin, murder, the occult, and even the macabre shall inherit this federation. Boca del Inferno is dead, say hello to…

(The man removes his mask slowly to show the tattered and weathered face of Boca del Inferno. Rizzo and Rage both pause for a moment and look scared out of their wits. They look around as if panic stricken but slowly a smirk creeps over Rage’s face and Rizzo soon follows. They begin pointing and laughing at Boca then turn their backs on the man and walk up the ramp.)

Man: Dementia!!!

(The man lets out another loud hysterical laugh as he glares and points at Rage who is still laughing with Rizzo on the top of the ramp. The Druid in the plague mask takes a bow and looks at Rage. He cocks his head to one side and then the other before walking over to Dementia and placing a hand on his shoulder. The lights dim out again as two bolts of lightning strike on either side of Rage. Both Rage and Rizzo jump but quickly regain their composure. The two then leave the arena and as the lights slowly flicker back on, Dementia, the Druid, and the Coffin are gone. The camera pans up to the rafters to a large inverted cross. Tied to the cross is the Watchman who has several small cuts on his forehead and blood drips down to the ring below.)

[End Transmission.]