Jimmy: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight.

Brutus: This is going to be a big night. I can't wait to see what might be awaiting us tonight.

Mic: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a "Debut" Match that is scheduled for one fall. ("The Quite Things" by Brand New begins to play.) Coming down the isle, weighting in at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is "Bigger than Jesus" Mark Blaze.

(A small explosion erupts on the center of the stage and out struts Mark Blaze. He snubs the crowd as he looks down on them , before parading himself down the ramp way and towards the ring. He walks up the steps and enters the ring , he walks to the center of the ring and as the lights dim a spot light with the words Bigger Than Jesus shine in front of him on the mat.)

Mic: And his opponent (The arena lights begin to dim as the fans knowing what that means begins to boo. "Hammer Smashed Face" Begins to rip through the arena as the boo's Diminish.) Weighing in at two hundred and seventy seven pounds, he is the Prime Time Player Dean D'Andre

"There's something inside me It's, it's coming out I feel like wanking you off Let loose the anger, held back too long My blood runs cold Through my anatomy, dwells another being Rooted in my cortex, a servant to its bidding Brutality now becomes my appetite Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool to torture As it pounds down on your forehead"

(Dean Appears at the head of the rampway looking down at the ring with a cocky smile. The fans continue to boo and berate him as he walks down the ramp.)

"Eyes bulging from their sockets With every swing of my mallet I smash your @#%$ head in, until brains seep in through the cracks, blood does na distorted beauty, catastrophe Steaming slop, splattered all over me Lifeless body, slouching dead lecherous abscess, where you once had a head Avoiding the prophecy of my new found lust You will never live again, soon your life will end I'll see you die at my feet, eternally I smash your face facial bones collapse as I crack your skull in half Crushing, cranial, contents"

(Dean Stops Halfway down the ramp and looks slowly through the fans some fans are throwing things at Dean while others never stop the onslaught of boo's.)

"Draining the snot, I rip out the eyes Squeezing them in my hands nerves are incised Peeling the flesh off the bottom of my weapon Involuntarily pulpifying facial regions Suffer, and then you die Torture, pulverized At one with my sixth sense, I feel Free To kill as I please, no one can stop me Created to kill, the carnage continues Violently reshaping human facial tissue Brutality becomes my appetite Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool to torture As it pounds down on your forehead"

(Dean slides into the ring and runs after Blaze and Blaze catches him with a right hand. Dean gets up and Blaze hits him again and knees him in the gut and backs him into the corner. Dean reverses him and the ref tries to break it up, Dean backs up and slaps Blaze in the face. Blaze runs after Dean only to get a hip toss into and Arm bar. Dean locks it in and Blaze is yelling in pain. The ref asks Blaze if he gives up but Blaze grabs Dean's head into a leg scissor but Dean gets out and both men get to there feet. Blaze dropkicks Dean in the knee sending him onto the mat holding his knee. Blaze starts to kick at the knee keeping him on the ground. Blaze runs off the ropes only to get trapped into a drop toe hold by Dean into a headlock. Dean has Blaze on the mat for a few moments until both men start to get up, Blaze hits a few elbows into the ribs of Dean and runs into the ropes and hits Dean with a shoulder block. Then Blaze drops and elbow to the chest. Blaze then picks up Dean and nails a DDT.

Jimmy: I think he is going to have a headache for a few days Brutus.

Brutus: Yea, Blaze dropped him right on the top of his head.

( Blaze climbs the top rope and waits for Dean to get up, Dean gets up and Blaze nails a spinning wheel kick and attempts a pin.

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Kick out by Dean. Blaze then gets up set and then punches Dean in the head a few times. Blaze then stands up and kicks him in the chest and starts running off of the ropes and drops a leg drop. Blaze gets up and runs and attempts another leg drop but misses. )

Brutus: Looks like Dean is on the comeback Jimmy.

( Dean gets up and starts punching Blaze and sends him running into the ropes and nails a closeline, Blaze gets up and Dean runs and hits him with another closeline. And picks him up and hits him with a shoulder breaker. With Blaze on the ground, Dean goes to the top and lines up Blaze and leaps but misses a body splash and both men are on the ground.

Jimmy: Looked like he was trying to gets some flying miles with that jump.

( Both men get up at the same time and exchange blows. Dean gets a knee in the gut and sends Blaze running. Dean attempts to nail a back body drop but Blaze catches him and nails the Final Solution. And goes for the cover.)

Brutus: Looks like this will be the end after that move.

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Ding Ding Ding

Mic: The winner of the match via pinfall, Matt Blaze.

Jimmy: That was a great match considering this is his first IEW Match.

Brutus: I'm pretty sure this won't be the only impact he will make here in the IEW. Something tells me hes about to start a legacy.

The scene changes to IEW head reporter, Karl Weiss beside Reverend Rougeau, but oddly, only by him.

KW: I’m Karl Weiss, and beside is Reverend Rougeau. Now Reverend, where are the rest of the crew?

RR: Sadly, Tommy and Johnny, each took their own private cars to make it here tonight. They cannot stand being in each other’s eyesight, so I have to speak for the pair of them, for tonight. Sister Starlet is so upset, she is unsure about even going down to the ringside!

KW: Can you update us on the situation The Directors? Are they breaking up?

RR: All they do is bicker and argue, the titles mean so much to them, it’s destroying their friendship, as well as Brother Hood. I don’t know what’s going through their minds, but I’m concerned.

KW: Do you think they will just manage to pull this win off, one last time?

Reverend Rougeau bites his lower lip and rubs his chin. He then looks up , with sad , hurt eyes.

RR: You know…I have no clue…. I really have no idea…

Reverend Rougeau then nods as to say good-bye and slowly walks away.

KW: I’m Karl Weiss, back to you guys!

[The scene changes back to ringside.]

The Mic: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, he hails from Surrey, England and he weighs in at 283 pounds.. Nitrus!

[A mist fills the arena as an errie silence fills up, the opening of "The Heretic Anthem" by Slipknot starts on the final 6 6 6 in the intro a huge pyro lightning bolt hits the entrance and Nitrus seems to appear out of no where, darkness still engulfs the arena as a small ammount of white rapid flashing strobe lighting flickers on Nitrus as he makes his way down to the ring. Nitrus climbs the steps and then the turnbuckle untill he is standing on the top turnbuckle he raises his hands in the air with darkness still engulfing the arena, as he jumps down from the top turnbuckle into the ring the lighting pyro hits all four corners of the ring as the lights flicker and come back on, Nitrus circles inside the ring and he takes his black fishnet top off.]

The Mic: His opponent weighs in at 318 pounds and he hails from Atco, New Jersey... Magnum!

[The arena goes black as "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin starts up. Fog starts to come out of the entranceway and silver lights light up the entrance as Magnum makes his way out from behind the curtain. He is wearing black leather pants with the words Magnum on the right leg. He walks slowly and calmly down to the ring. He gets to the ring and stands there staring at his opponent. After a few seconds, he steps onto the ring, grabs the top rope, puts his right leg on the apron and steps up and over the top rope. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms. He steps back and walks to the corner.]

Jimmy: This ought to be a good match between two big, powerful men.

*The ref call for the bell. Mag and Nitrus lock up. Mag pushes Nitrus into the corner and then he breaks cleanly. Nitrus and Mag lock up again and Nitrus gets the upper hand with a hammerlock. Mag hits a series of back elbow smashes and then he bounces off the ropes. Magnum takes Nitrus down with a running clothesline. Nitrus gets back to his feet and Magnum continues his attack with a series of right hands. Mag whips Nitrus into the ropes and he takes Nitrus down with a powerslam. Mag covers.*

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Brutus: Strong kickout after 2 by Nitrus.

*Magnum gets up and he pulls Nitrus up with him. Nitrus breaks Mag's grip and he lands a flurry of hard right hands. Nitrus scoops Mag off his feet and he slams him down to the mat. Magnum gets back up just in time to get clobbered by a clothesline from Nitrus. Nitrus lifts Mag up and he backs the big man into a corner. Nitrus whips Magnum hard into the opposite corner. Nitrus charges and he runs into a big boot from Magnum. Nitrus charges again and Mag gets out of the way. Nitrus hits the corner face first and he stumbles back into a side suplex by Magnum. Mag covers.*

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thr NO!

Jimmy: Looks like the former world champ is going to take this one.

Brutus: He's a former champ, which means he loses. Much like what's going to happen here shortly.

*Magnum gets to his feet and he lifts Nitrus to his. Magnum crushes Nitrus with several knee strikes to the midsection. Magnum throws Nitrus to the mat with a gutwrench suplex. Magnum covers again.*

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Jimmy: That was closer than the last one!

*Magnum stands up, and as he does, "What Kind of Love Are You On" by Aerosmith starts up. Dream Man emerges from the back in street clothes. Magnum glares at Dream Man and the two men start talking trash. Meanwhile, Nitrus gets up and he rolls Magnum up from behind.*

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Brutus: That would have been GREAT! Magnum ought to focus on the business at hand.

*Dream Man makes his way to the ring area and he joins Jimmy and Brutus at the commentary table.*

DM: Good evening boys and girls.

Jimmy: And to what do we owe this honor?

DM: Eh, just out here to watch a match with my good old buddy and pal Magnum.

*Magnum and Nitrus both rise up. Nitrus connects with a hard boot to the gut. Nitrus drives Magnum head first into the mat with a DDT. Nitrus gets to his feet and he lands a big elbow drop on Magnum's chest. Nitrus covers.*

Brutus: Nitrus might have it won now!

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thre NO!!

DM: That would have been a big boost to this kid's career. Of course, Magnum knows how it feels to be someone's stepping stone.

*Nitrus stands up and he drags Magnum to his feet. Nitrus goes for an Irish whip but Magnum reverses it. Magnum bends over too early and Nitrus makes him pay with a swinging neckbreaker. Nitrus covers again.*

Jimmy: This might be the end of the match for Magnum!

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Brutus: How the hell did he kick out? That should have been it!

DM: It's a small miracle, that's for sure.

*Nitrus gets back to his feet and he stomps away at Magnum. Nitrus lifts Mag up and whips the big man into the ropes. Magnum ducks a clothesline and he bounces off the opposite ropes. Magnum bounces back and he destroys Nitrus with a running spear. Both men are down on the canvas.*

Jimmy: Magnum needs to make the cover!

*The ref counts both men down. 1..... 2..... 3...... 4...... 5..... Magnum rolls over and he drapes an arm across Nitrus chest. The ref counts the pinfall.*

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thr NO!!

Brutus: Nitrus is lucky Magnum took so long to cover him!

DM: Amen to that.

*Mag and Nitrus both get to their feet. Nitrus whips Mag into teh ropes and he bends over for a back body drop. Magnum stops, lifts him up, and he crushes Nitrus with a fall forward powerbomb.*

Jimmy: Magnum just hit the Last Call!

*Magnum covers.*

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(DING DING)

DM: Magnum didn't win on his skill. He won on Nitrus' stupidity.

The Mic: The winner of this matc.... Magnum!

*Magnum gets up and he stands over Nitrus. Magnum points down then to Dream Man as to signal that he is next. The scene then changes backstage to IEW Interviewer Simon.]

Simon: I'm here backstage with Crocodile. Hopefully he can shed some light on what is happening with Lion this week. Croc, what's going on?

Croc: Well Simon, here's the deal. Lion and I used to be expert hunters. We hunted them all, lions, tigers, and bears. Then one night out in the African savanna, our campsite was attacked by a pride of lions. Me and the rest of our crew escaped unharmed, but Lion didn't make it out in time.

Simon: How tradjic!? How did Lion survive?

Croc: We all presumed him dead. Then eight years later, I was in the same valley trying to trap a gazelle when I saw Lion again. He was alive alright, but uncivilized. It seems that the lions had taken him in, but the horrors of that night must have set him off. I had to catch him re-civilize him for months until he remembered me again. But some things still set him off...

Simon: What things?

Croc: When he gets cornered or gets very angry, the memories start to come back. And when they do, he starts the same wild, destructive state that he was in for so many years.

Simon: How will this affect the match tonight?

Croc: I will try to keep Lion calm tonight, but he is extremely pissed at the Directors for calling him tame. If he loses control, there's no telling what will happen tonight. Lets just hope for the Directors sakes that Lion stays humane tonight.

Simon: Yeah, let's not end any careers or anything.

Croc: Let's hope not, but I'm not making any promises.

Simon: Thanks Croc. Back to you...

JR: That was Croc speaking on Lion's behalf. He says clearly that he is not responsible for his partner's actions that could take place here tonight. You can't help but wonder if both of these teams are beginning to go through turmoil with their partners.

B: What are you talking about man? That was a load of Croc you just heard. They're not having any personal problems, they're just trying to politely call the most troubled tag team in the world today, The Directors, the biggest partnership built on lies.

JR: Well that could be the case couldn't it? I mean Directorism isn't exactly the freshest thing since sliced bread.

B: No, but they are the truest thing. And as far as I'm concerned this here is wrestling, and in my eyes Croc and Lion need to take their so-called politeness and shove it.

*The lights faintly dim as eerie chamber music plays. Chaos walks to the ring sporting a pure black business suit with red shirt underneath with a blank tie, his red hair stands in spikes.Chaos comes out with his IEW Tag Team Title slung over his right shoulder with his right arm and hand holding it in place. Chaos stops on stage and looks towards the entrance way he then raises both hands towards the entrance with grey smoke emitting from everywhere. The giant video screen lights up with a huge fireball ripping threw Earth, then "Better To Reign in Hell" by Cradle of Filth hits the speakers as Hades wearing an orange and black basketball jersey with the number "666" and black leather pants and his IEW Tag Team Title around his waist walks out with his emotionless face he stares right into the eyes of the giant Chaos who stares blankly back, they walk down the ramp toward the ring with the massive Jaggernaut walking behind, as Hades and Chaos climb onto the apron Jaggernaut stands with his massive arms crossed at his chest. Chaos demands the mic*

BB- WOW! Here comes the New Tag Team Champions!

(Crowd gives a mixed reaction as they stand in the ring)

JR-These two men are now the most dominate force in the Tag Team Division, they topped four men to win them!

Chaos-(Pointing towards Hades) Finally...... I have found a partner worth winning a Championship belt with and that man is wrestling legend HADES......Here I am today standing with yet another championship and a fine one at that.... but I will not stop here this is just the beginning....with the help of Hades we are here to seek revenge on the sinners of our past.

BB- These men will be a force to reckon with!

JR- They have joined together to hunt the sinners of there past, I wonder who is on there list and why!

(Hades takes off his belt hands it back to Chaos then grabs the mic. Chaos holds both titles close to his heart)

Hades- Together we will dominate....not just the tag team division...the entire IEW...we proved the start of it by defeating four men...FOUR MEN and winning the IEW Tag Team Titles on my debut and the debut of are tag team and if that doesn't stand for anything in your eyes come try us for yourselves and you will be the ones looking up at the lights as your shoulders are down for the 1........2..........3! I'm not here to make friends or even for the money...I'm here strictly for what I believe and I believe the Sinners should pay for the mis-deeds.

BB- They proved to all of us and the IEW fans that they aren't here to play games and its strikley business by winning the titles on there debut as a tag team.

JR- They are two big powerful men Brutus, if I was in the tag division I would watch out!

BB- Wuss!

(Chaos throws both titles over his shoulders and grabs the mic)

Chaos- Apocalypse,Angel,Tommy Contour, Johnny Contour and even Jason Twisted have all found out what they are truly up against. Just look.....because of what happened to The Directors at Unholy Ground, it has left them in mayhem, confused, fighting and breaking apart. Hahahaha..oh well to bad it shows how weak they really were.

BB- He's right on that JR....The Directors are imploding from within and have split apart if my sources are right!

JR- Just remember The Directors are clever and may be faking a break to throw off everyone then return with force we will find out tonight when they face Beastly Squad!

(Chaos smirks and looks over at JR)

Chaos- Now onto Matt Rison he got what he deserved.... he to was a Sinner maybe not the biggest one of all but he was up there and may the pain that now runs threw his body.....pain him for the rest of his pitiful existence.... his past caught up to him and he knew it was just a matter of time!

BB- Everyone is the focus of the words here tonight!

JR- We must be surround by Sinners, I think there going for you next BB... your a sinner

BB- SSsshhh Shut Up!

Hades- This now brings me our former IEW World Champion Rizzo. This is how it is old timer these championships are ours and we will never drop them to the likes of any Sinners such as The Directors, Inner Circle or even the likes of you because your never getting your title back.....and everyone can either respect us or not because we don't really care and if you try and step up you will run into a brick wall. THE SINNERS SHALL BE PUNISHED AND WILL BE PUNISHED

BB- Now they are getting a little payback for the comments are former World Champion made earlier this week.

JR- Maybe Rizzo is ashamed of himself for losing the World Title but who really knows!

(Hades throws the mic down "Better To Reign in Hell" by Cradle of Filth hits the speakers)

BB- They said it here tonight, anyone that crosses there path will be taken out!

* Chaos turns to level the ring clutching the titles close to him, Hades stops Chaos and grabs his title away, they exit the ring walking up the rampway holding there titles high in the air*

JR- Lets see what the future brings us now as we go into the next match.

The Mic: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL! First to the ring are the challengers, weighing in at a combined weight of 514 pounds. They are Lion and Croc. THE BEASTLY SQUAD!

*The arena goes dark as "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses is played over the PA system. On the titantron, a split screen one of a zebra in the savannah and the other with a gazelle drinking from the river. When the music starts” rocking", 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 and The Beastly squad walks out into the open. As, Lion and Croc 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. Lion enters 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 Croc back flips into the ring as green, yellow, and red explosions of pyro and green flames (for turnbuckles only) erupt throughout the arena. At the same time, the roar of a lion and hiss of a crocodile bellow throughout the entire arena. *

The Mic: Their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 430 pounds. They are the cousins and being led by Sister Starlet and Reverend Rougeau, Tommy and Johnny Contour, The DIRECTORS!

The entire place goes dark and the Large Screen turns on and an old fashioned countdown for old films appears. It counts down from 5......4......3......2.....1... 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. Sister Starlet, who even under her Nun outfit is incredibly sexy, soon follows him. 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.

Brutus: Those men are huge. Tommy Contour, he is 6’1” in height while weighing at 225 pounds. His cousin Johnny is 6’ even and weighing in at 205 pounds. They may not weigh that heavy, but either way, they are built big and they do heavy damage. I am not sure on how well they will be to work tonight, considering they don’t seem to like each other right now. But if they do split up, I’ll be glad to convert if it means being with that stunningly beautiful Starlet.

Jimmy Rollins: I wish you would stop thinking with your dick and start thinking about the match at hand. It’s always this girl this and that girl that.

Brutus: I can’t help it Jimmy, it’s just good to be me in a federation like this.

[Everyone looking at each other. The Beastly Squad looking at the Contour cousins arguing with each other and pushing each other looking like the team is disintegrating before every fan. Finally, Tommy decides to go first against Lion.]

Jimmy Rollins: Wow! I honestly think we seen the last of the Directors.

Brutus: Yeah, I agree with you, Jimmy. But it looks like The Beastly Squad is looking for fight from the Directors. Lion though really looks like he is in instinct mode. I am not sure on what h e is gonna do though.

Jimmy Rollins: Who knows really? Anything can happen in this business.

[Tommy runs in to pull a triangle chokehold but Lion reverses with a neck whip. Tommy gets back up and stares Lion in the eyes. Tommy goes in and stares Lion down and then goes for a Take 5 (Inverted face lock into backbreaker X5) but Lion reverses curls up Tommy and punches him in the face. Tommy shakes his head and gets back up and Tommy and Lion lock up and Tommy wins the contest and goes for a Hollywood DDT (Elevated Falling DDT) but Lion reverses again with a gorilla press slam. Tommy rolls out of the ring and checks himself and then rolls back up and is about to hit a Main Event (Edge-o-matic) but is reversed again by Lion with a Northern Lights suplex. Tommy rolls back and Johnny takes a blind tag and Tommy gets pissed but goes to the corner as Johnny takes over for the match.]

Johnny: This is how you wrestle you dumb shit!

[Johnny turns back to Lion. The two lock up in the center of the ring. Johnny gets the one up and goes for The Signature (Laso from El Passo) but Lion counters with a sharpshooter. The camera catches Tommy laughing at Johnny.]

Tommy: Nice wrestling, asshole!

Jimmy Rollins: I wish those two would work together.

[Tommy walks in laughing still at Johnny, but the ref pushes Tommy back into the corner and RR grabs Johnny’s hand and pulls him closer to the ropes so he can grab it. Tommy gets back to the corner and the ref sees Johnny holding onto the rope and RR moves back saying he never helped. The ref begins to count to let go of the hold and Lion let’s go.]

JR: Looks like Rougeau cares about the team.

B: He cheated! Ref deliver the call and disqualify Tommy and Johnny!

[Johnny gets up holding his leg and attempts to climb to the top rope but Lion clips Johnny on that leg and Johnny is rolling on the ground and holding the leg in pain.]

B: Ouch, that had to hurt! Wait a minute, wasn’t that the same leg?

JR: Yeah it is! That’s the exact same leg that got hurt when Johnny was fighting for his title in the IEA against Khrystal Walker.

B: What title was that again?

JR: Was the match where he was fighting Walker for the IEA World Title.

B: Oh yeah, I forgot. That was a nasty match.

[Johnny reaches up to Lion and trips him up and then Johnny sets in a leglock but adds pressure to Lion’s calf muscle. Lion is shaking his head and screaming in pain as the pressure sets in and even more pressure is added. Johnny lets go of the hold, and starts crawling towards his corner to make a tag with Tommy but Tommy turns away to taunt the crowd. Lion grabs Johnny’s leg but Johnny gets up and cracks Lion in the side of the head with an enziguri and Lion starts reeling back almost unconscious but Croc gets in a blind tag as Lion rolls out the ring. Croc begins wailing away on Johnny some more with punches, kicks, and elbows.]

JR: Great work by Lion and Croc to keep Johnny from tagging in Tommy. Seems like Beastly Squad knows exactly what they are doing

B: Without a doubt, I am glad to see them work together so fluidly, unlike the Directors.

[Rougeau gets up onto the apron and distracts the ref but all of a sudden Nick Sloan runs out. Tommy throws in some brass knucks to Johnny. Johnny then nails Croc in the face with the knucks while Sloan is holding onto Lions leg's so Lion doesn't enter the ring. So the refs attention is turned back to the match just after the knucks are hidden and Johnny grabs the tights of Croc and goes for a pin.]

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The Mic: Here are you winners...THE DIRECTORS!

JR: The Directors have cheated their way to victory with the help of fellow Hong Kong Cavalier, Nick Sloan.

B: Do you know what this means?! The Directors and the Hong Kong Cavaliers are now more unified than ever before!!!

JR: I'm sure you must be enjoying this.

B: Shh!! Rougeau is going to say something.

[Tommy and Johnny stand in the ring, all smiles laughing as Reveerned Rougeau smiles with a mic in hand.

RR: Oh man! That was great! You people actually thought The Directors would actually break up? Over a silly little match? My God, you people are extremely stupid!

Crowd boos

RR: It was one loss, and we all know, that all great things don’t’ come easy. Director-ism is the greatest thing that the IEW has ever seen, and will ever see. Hades and Choas were lucky in defeating the Directors, but it wasn’t’ fate. No, it was only chance. It was a fluke, and it will never happen again. Trust me people, once The Directors get a clean and fair shot, The Directors will soon become the next IEW tag team champions!But everybody in the back, everybody watching this from home, and everybody here….I can’t believe you all fell for this act, for all this time! Let me share some wisdom with you, let me quote from Director-ism. I quote “Never believe your eyes, just believe in Director-ism!” What you seen, was all an act, a hoax, a fraud. That’s right, a total hoax, just like all the other religions! But Director-ism wanted to show how gullible and stupid you people can be. But you can be saved, drop your bibles, Quarns and Torahs. Drop all that propaganda and misinformation, and embrace the path of light, embrace Director-ism!

The crowd boos like mad, pissed that they were so easily tricked.

RR: You may be angry now, but you’ll thank us later people! Next week , is our first public preaching. So bring you money, cuz we’re taking up collection next week. We need your donations to help spread the word of Director-ism….if you donate, you will NEVER regret it! Thank you, and may the Spirit of Hollywood always be with you….That’s a wrap!

All four members leave the ring and smile on the way up. They all just get through the curtain as the arena goes black, and on the screen appears a young man.

??-(speaks with an English Accent): I am 18 years old, already I have sufferd an injery that should have ended my career.

*archive footage, of the young man falling from the top rope to the concrete floor, and a horde of paramedics surrounding him*

??: I broke my back, and tore my right rotator cuff, I have been rehabbing for nearly a year now, and I am alomoste ready to return to the ring, and I am so excited to do it in front of all you fans of the IWE! *Fans Pop* so next week, I will be in that arena, and you can all get a look at the greatest British wrestler that Newcastle has to offer. I’m not cleared for another two weeks, but I will be their next week, and I will participate in that show. And I guarantee, where ever I go, I will make some one squeal like a Pig on steroids.

JR: Who the hell was that?

B: I don't know, but I'd sure like to hear you squeel like a pig.

(The opening notes of "Faint" by Linkin Park start up on the PA system, as the arena goes dark. When the lights come back on, Downfall is standing, alone, at the top of the stage. Downfall raises his arms over his head into a crossed wrist X position slowly. When his arms meet, flamethrowers on either side of him shoot flames on the ramp. (Ultimo Dragon style). Then Downfall runs into the ring and jumps on the turnbuckle, standing there, arms out (ala Randy Orton). When he hops down he stretches his arms on the ropes (Like Chris Benoit) and prepares for the match.)

The Mic: Introducing first, from Chicago Illinois, he weighs in at 228 pounds, he is the Beast Unleashed.... DOOOOWWWNNFAAAAALLLLL!!!

JR: Downfall looks naked without backup, at least from Michelle.

Brutus: You got to see Michelle naked? Lucky bitch...

JR: Do you listen to a word I say?

Brutus: I try not to, no.

The Mic: And his opponent... from Petty Harbour, Newfoundland, Canada... he weighs in at 253 pounds...he is the Big Dog, JAAAYE DOOOOY--

Downfall: WAIT!

(Downfall takes the mic.)

Downfall: Now look. I've had some difficulties with my girlfriend... we've argued... we've fought. And tonight, I want to ask her to forgive me. Not just that, but... to be with me again.

JR: Downfall is begging Michelle to come out.

Brutus: Pathetic. You're better than that Downfall.

(Silence for a minute. Then Doyle's music hits.)

Well I've been watching
While you've been coughing
I've been drinking life
While you've been nauseous
And so I drink to health
While you kill yourself
And I've got just one thing
That I can offer

Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me, yeah

(Doyle points down to his t-shirt which is black and has, "If ya wanna run with the Big Dog, ya can’t piss like a pup!" written across it in neon green. He then quickly removes it and slides into the ring. He flashes Downfall a quick glare, then climbs a turnbuckle absorbing the crowds reaction.)

Well I'm not a martyr
I'm not a prophet
And I won't preach to you
But here's a caution
You better understand
That I won't hold your hand
But if it helps you mend
Then I won't stop it

Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me, yeah

(Doyle limbers himself up and stretches out a bit as the song continues.)

Drown, if you want
And I'll see you at the bottom
Where you crawl
On my skin
And put the blame on me
So you don’t feel a thing…

Brutus: What happened to Michelle?! She got all beefy and ugly!

JR: Oh, my. The Big Dog is here, and he's ready to play.

(The ref signals the match to begin, the bell rings.)

JR: Let's get it on!

Brutus: Thank you, Mills Lane.

(Downfall and Doyle circle each other warily at first. Downfall holds his hands up for a test of strength, and they lock up. After a minute, Doyle begins to overpower him, then pushes him to the ground. Downfall goes for it again, with the same result.)

Brutus: Well, that's not working.

(Doyle floats over into a strong side headlock, bearing down again and again. Downfall counters with a quick sidewalk slam)

JR: A lot of action early into the match.

(Downfall tries for an irish whip into the corner, however it is reversed by Doyle. Downfall slams into the turnbuckle and flips (HBK style). Doyle, seeing his opportunity, uses this time to stand on Downfall's face, using the ropes for leverage. Tina Garcia gets to a 4-count, then Doyle hops off.)

Brutus: Geez. Downfall is being punished.

(Downfall stumbles out of the corner, right into a backdrop. He gets up, is kicked in the gut, and Doyle nails a perfect Russian legsweep. Doyle covers.)

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2.

kickout.

(Picking Downfall back up, Doyle goes for a powerbomb of sorts. It fails, however, as Downfall applies a vicious triangle chokehold with his legs. For a minute, Doyle is holding Downfall in the air as Downfall chokes him.)

Brutus: There we go. Nice counter.

(Finally, in a desperation tactic, Doyle finishes the powerbomb into the mat, but Downfall still hasn't let go. Still, Doyle refuses to give up. Downfall reaches up and grabs the ropes for leverage, while cinching the hold on tighter. Finally, Tina Garcia sees Downfall holding the ropes, and kicks Downfall's hand off the ropes. Finally, Downfall breaks the hold.)

JR: That wasn't necessary. Come on.

Brutus: You said it. The ref didn't have to kick Downfall like that.

(The ref is warning Downfall not to do that again. Downfall says whatever. Downfall looks at Doyle, coughing and choking on the mat. Then, Downfall rips his shirt off and jumps to the top rope.)

Brutus: He's calling for it!

(Downfall flies off with a huge split legged moonsault into a pin. The ref starts counting.)

Brutus: Downsault!

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2

Th-NO! Doyle Just kicks out!

(Downfall can't believe it. He argues with the ref for a second, then turns around and hits a running knee strike to the face of Doyle. Downfall screams "Big mistake, Doyle. Big mistake", before lifting Doyle into a cradle piledriver. He starts to cover him for a pin, then gets back off of him. He lifts Doyle up and nails a pendulum backbreaker, then stretches him across his knee in a backbreaker hold.)

JR: It seems Downfall has targeted the neck and back area of Jaye Doyle, perhaps softening them up for the Dark Backward.

Brutus: Thank you, Captain Obvious.

(Downfall lifts Doyle up again, only to receive several punches to the midsection. Doyle fights his way to his feet, with punches to the face and chops to the chest. Finally, Downfall puts a stop to it by pretending to lock up close with Doyle, and kneeing him in the balls.)

JR: What a low blow!

Brutus: What low blow, I didn't see it?

(Downfall aims a superkick right at Doyle. Doyle intercepts. Downfall twists around and hits a nice reverse enziguri (a la Shelton Benjamin), catching Doyle right in the jaw. Doyle stumbles, but he won't fall.)

JR: The Snakehandler!

Brutus: What will it take to stop this guy?!

(With Doyle reeling, Downfall leaps to the top rope again. He hits a nice swan dive crossbody, but Doyle catches in and rolls Downfall up in a schoolboy. Tina counts)

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2

Thr-NO! Downfall just kicked out.

(Downfall gets up, but is clotheslined back down. He gets up again, but Doyle gives him a deep arm drag into an armbar. The ref asks if he'll give up, and he screams hell no.)

JR: No quit in either of these men.

(Doyle has twisted Downfall into an excruciating Rings of Saturn. Still Downfall won't give up.)

Brutus: Downfall,... maybe it would be better if you just gave up now. There is Michelle to think about... and no telling what Doyle's gonna do...

(Downfall has fought to his feet. But Doyle locks his hands around his waist and nails a huge belly to belly suplex. Downfall lands on his neck awkward, and doesn't move.)

JR: What a move! And Downfall's not moving!

(Doyle lifts Downfall up into a German suplex. He keeps the arms clamped for another one. The crowd chants "ONE... TWO...", however, Downfall blocks the third one with his foot.)

Brutus: Nice counter by Downfall....

(Downfall executes a go-behind, and HE starts with the multiple german suplexes. The crowd goes wild "ONE... TWO... THREE!!")

Brutus: This thing has turned into a suplex-fest.

(Downfall lifts Doyle up, but receives a thumb to the eye.)

Brutus: Now who's cheating, huh?

JR (Mimicking Brutus) : "What cheating? I didn't see any cheating?"

Brutus: You're a dick...

(Doyle lifts Downfall up in a delaying fisherman's position, dropping him on his head.)

JR: Dog Drop! He nailed the Dog Drop! But he's too tired to capitalize!

(Exhausted, Doyle rolls his arm over Downfall. Tina counts.)

1...

2...

3....

NO! Downfall barely kicks out.

JR: These two men have taken each other to the limit tonight.

Brutus: You make it sound so gay.

JR: Shut up Brutus...

(Downfall and Doyle are back up. They exchange chops to the chest for a second. Finally, Doyle knees Downfall in the stomach. Doyle runs to the ropes. Downfall ducks a clothesline. Doyle runs off the opposite ropes, and runs straight into a superkick from Downfall.)

Brutus: There it is! The Beast Kick!

(Downfall pulls Doyle back to his feet, puts him in a half nelson with the right arm, and with the left hooks the right leg into a reverse fisherman's position of sorts.)

JR: What's he doing here?

Brutus: Don't know...

(Downfall smiles wickedly. Then he throws Doyle over his head, in an overhead suplex into a pin. Tina Garcia counts.)

Brutus: I think he calls that move the Dragons Fang!

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2...

3...

NO!! Doyle barely kicks out again.

(Downfall screams in rage. Suddenly, unseen by Downfall, Michelle comes running down the ramp.)

JR: Jaye Doyle has taken everything Downfall has thrown at him and still kept coming.

(Downfall is complaining to Tina about slow counting. Jaye Doyle is up on his feet, measuring Downfall, calling for the Dog Pound. Then, Michelle tugs on his leg. Doyle turns around, and Michelle throws salt in his eyes.)

JR: NO! That little...!

Brutus: Yes! Michelle's back!

(Downfall sees what's going on, and rolls Doyle up in a schoolboy. Unseen by Tina, he also grabs a handful of tights. Tina counts.)

1...

2...

3!!!

Ding Ding Ding

The Mic: And here is your winner... DOOOOWWNFALLLL!

JR: It only took the interference of Michelle and the blinding of Jaye Doyle, but he did it.

Brutus: Who cares. The important thing is they're back together.

(Downfall walks up the ramp, carrying Michelle in his arms.)

B: You know, with all of the things happening around the IEW right now, I wonder just who is going to be signing our paychecks tonight.

[Naughty by Nature's "Here Comes The Money" hits the speakers as XWE President Gary Williams walks out of the backstage with a microphone in his hand. He has a cocky grin on his face as he walks to the ring and climbs the steps before stepping through the ropes.]

JR: Is that who I think it is?

B: It sure is!!! SHOW ME THE MONEY!!!

[XWE President Williams puts the microphone up to his mouth as he begins to speak.]

Williams: Ladies and gentlemen, what you are about to witness is a new era in IEW wrestling entertainment. I am here tonight to announce that I, Gary Williams, will be succeeding Matt Rison for the position of President of the IEW since he will no longer be able to perform his duties.

[The crowd begins to boo as Gary Williams continues.]

Williams: Now, now. I know you all are a little paranoid about all the new blood you'll be getting to see over the next few weeks here, but I assure you that when it comes to running a company I am the real deal.

[The crowd begins to boo even louder. Gary Williams then pulls a piece of paper out of his suit pocket and the crowd slowly gets quiet to a silence.]

Williams: On this paper Matt Rison and I made an agreement just moments before the most unforgivable sins were committed at Unholy Ground. It is a contract liquidating my pride and joy, Xtreme Wrestling Entertainment, and all of it's assets and talents; turning them all over as property to International Extreme Wrestling. However, now that Matt Rison is, how should we say, out of business. It is only fitting that I, Gary Williams, take the reigns of this show and take it to new heights like never before.

[The crowd knowing his XWE reputation continues booing, and Gary Williams eventually snaps at them.]

Williams: Listen all you Lord of the Ring wannabes, you can read your books, you can watch your movies, and you can play Dungeons and Dragons till the Hobbits come home. But right now, I'm the lord of this ring and every single one of you dorks had better listen good to what I have to say. I consider myself to be the front-runner for the IEW Presidency because of my understanding of the wrestling business. My reputation and career contributions are impeccable, which goes further to the fact of why Matt Rison bought my company.

[The crowd is really pouring on the boos now.]

Williams: Oh, you people keep it up because its true. My company, the XWE, was turning a profit week after week. Why else would Matt Rison want to buy my company? Is the IEW not extreme enough? Does he need something that other companies couldn't touch to keep his failing idea of a wrestling show from being flushed down the toilet? Oh no, its much more simple than that. Its because even though my company was turning a profit I wasn't making a penny!!! I got sick of pleasing you fans week in and week out and for what?! I'd be lucky to hold a mug and get a nickel to buy a piece of gum from you sorry inbred Frodo worshippers.

[The crowd pours on the boos so loud the decimeter is going deaf. Gary Williams loves every moment of it until "You Really Got Me" by Van Halen hits the speakers and "Passionate" Pussy Valiant sexilly struts her way to the ring amidst untamed cheers of lust. She takes her time climbing into the ring, especially through the ropes. She has a microphone in her hand and begins to talk to Gary Williams.]

Pussy: You know something Gary, you're right. You might have the credentials to run the IEW but you simply don't have what it takes. You made the fans come to your shows to see blood get spilt, not see the true qualities that wrestling has to offer.

Williams: And what kind of true qualities is that? I mean you can't tell me that the fans want to come out here and see your over abused body week after week.

Pussy: What is that supposed to mean?

Williams: Well let me just say I circle the block occasionally, and someone like you is always waiting to give someone like me their money's worth.

Pussy: But you never give the fans their money's worth. Why do you think Matt Rison really bought your company? Its because he cares about these fans. He cares about all of them just as much as he cares about his own mother.

Williams: Oh please!! Cut to the chase and just say it. I am the new IEW President and you're jealous!!

Pussy: You are not the President. You weren't appointed by the board. I was, and I should be President.

Williams: You don't have the balls to be President. Besides, I don't have to be appointed by a board, being the President of a wrestling organization is my God given right and I claim it proudly and until someone comes out here proving me differently I'm not budging an inch.

[Almost right on cue, the lights dim and the fans go into a frenzy. The fans are wondering who it is that is coming out, or even what the hell is going on. Red and White lights start to flash all over the arena, then all of a sudden they stop. Once the lights stop, we hear "Git UP" by D-12 blast over the speakers, sending goose bumps up the backs of every fan. The fans are going crazy as the entrance curtain shakes a little bit, and out comes the man who has been on the disabled list for about three to four months. Out comes the Cataclysmic One, Kris Myers dressed in a black shirt, black pants, black shoes, a white doo-rag, and a black hat over it. Kris smirks as he makes his way to the ring.]

JR- Oh My God! Kris Myers has returned! What business does he have here?

[Once Kris reaches the ring, he gets in and starts taunting. Kris calls for a microphone and gets one. He holds it up to his lips and smiles.]

Kris Myers- Yo Yo Yo!!! allow me to re-introduce myself... my name is Kris Myers. Now I was just in the back listening to the two of you bickering and bitching about how you should both be president of this prestigious company. Now, Williams, you claim that you should be president because of the fact that you have an understanding of the wrestling business? My God Willy, damn near everyone in the back knows a good understanding of the wrestling business.

[Williams trys to protest, but Kris cuts him off]

Kris: You saying that being the president of this company is your God Given Right, well if that isn't the biggest peace of bullshit I have ever heard. You don't deserve this job! If you can't keep on fed afloat, then what makes you think you can run an organization like this? That's just it, you can't keep this fed going on the high place of the industry that it's a, all you will do is drive it into the ground like every other business you have had! Now, you say that your reputation is impeccable? Well my idiotic friend, as I recall, XWE was dying, everything there was going wrong, people were quitting left and right, what kind of blow would that be to your rep? Speaking of blows, Pussy, how many people did you have to blow before you got the recommendation to be President? No, really, how many people did you have to suck off before the board appointed you? Pussy, you can't even handle what goes on in the back, so don't even try to step up to this position of authority, you need to get back in the kitchen, that's where you belong, not in the wrestling business, or some other high position of authority, no no, you deserve to be back at home, cooking something like the damn bitch you are. Haha, the both of you are pathetic. Both of you running your mouths about how one person is the president, and about how the other was appointed by the board and should be he president. The both of you don't deserve that job. Hell no, both of you don't deserve this. Williams, you said you wont budge an inch until someone proves you wrong. So Willie, are you ready to move? Ladies and gentlemen, earlier today, the board of directors appointed me Commissioner of the IEW. Williams your knees are buckling!!! Better be careful or the next thing you know you'll be down on your knees right beside Pussy!!!

[Kris drops the mic and the crowd is going insane from this latest news. Kris smiles as he walks back to the locker room.]

JR: That was it!!! That was the news we've been waiting for all night!!!

B: That might be the news you've been waiting for.

JR: I wish Kris Myers the best of beginnings as the new IEW Commissioner.

B: I just wish he'd sign my paycheck.

The Mic: This match is a one fall for the International Extreme Championship. Making her way to the ring, standing at 6’8” and weighing in at 275 pounds. The challenger, “The One Bitch Army” KHRYSTAAAAAAAAAAAL WAAAAAAAALKER!

"Trouble" by Pink plays on the PA. Khrystal is sitting in the Big Pink, her semi truck wrecker. She is driving, as a map of the world is superimposed. A picture of her wrecker is followed by a red line as she drives over the world. Highlights of her career are interposed, as are training shots of her lifting godawful amounts of weight. She stops the truck and gets out. She slams the door, and after an onstage explosion, she appears on the stage, dressed and ready to fight.

The Mic: Coming to the ring, standing in at 6’4” and weighing in at 255 pounds. He is the current champion, followed by his valet, Celeste Valentine; he is DOOOOOOOOCTOR LOOOOOOOOOOOVE!

"Doctor Love" by KISS plays over the pa. Thousands of foil hearts fall from around the arena as the music starts. Multi-colored laser lights dance around the entrance area, then join together to form one large beam striking Doctor Love, with his muscles flexed. His wife and valet, Celeste valentine, who is making final touches to his hair, accompany him to the ring. While walking down the ramp, Celeste begins spraying air freshener around the arena, and continues to do so in the ring while Doctor Love is telling the referee, " Keep your dirty filthy hands off of me throughout the match so I won't have to take another herbal bath! "

The Mic: The referee for this match is “Big” Balls Brukowski.

Brukowski’s music hits on the pa and he walks down and enters the ring in a womanly fashion, with his referee shirt tied up in the front showing his navel. As he walks past Doctor Love, he pats Love on the ass and gives him a small wink. Brukowski calls for the bell.

~Ding Ding~

[Both Walker and Love are circling the ring staring each other down. As Love nears Brukowski, Love walks past him fast and keeps and eye on Brukowski for a quick second from getting his ass touched again. Finally, Walker and Love lock up in the center of the ring, battling for the upper hand in this match. Walker and Love keep trying to get an upper hand on each other but Brukowski breaks the two up and they both stare each other down and being wailing on each other and begin hitting each other with huge moves.]

Brutus: What a match this is turning out to be! I can’t believe how evened up they are. I haven’t seen an Intercontinental match like this before!

Jimmy Rollins: I hope they keep this pace up! This is starting to get good!

[All of a sudden Walker begins getting the upper hand on Love. Walker whips Love into the turnbuckle and delivers a devastating big boot to Love’s skull.]

JR: OUCH! That did not help Love’s ego or face!

[Walker picks up Love and puts Love into a Torture Rack for half a minute then drops him for a neckbreaker.]

Brutus: No that had to hurt!

[Love gets up and as Walker runs in to do a cross body splash {Billy Gunn’s turnbuckle splash move} Love gets out of the way just in time. As Love has Walker in the corner, he does a double chop to Walkers Throat.]

Brutus: Okay, I’m wrong, that hurt.

[Love hits a DDT {Jake the Snake styled}. As Walker rolls over onto her back, Love jumps up to the top rope and then comes down with a falling fist drop and ends up sucker punching Walker on the jaw near her ear.]

JR: THAT IS NUTS! I can’t believe he hit her there! BRUKOWSKI, DO SOMETHING!

[Love picks up the hurt Walker and hits a side Russian leg sweeps, and then sits in a figure four-leg lock. Where it looks like Walker is gonna tap out, she grabs the bottom rope just in time. Brukowski starts counting, but Love let’s go of the hold.]

Brutus: What power! What strength! What persistence! My kind of woman!

[Walker gets up slowly as does Love. The both lock up again. Walker goes and punches Love in the gut twice, really hard. Walker sets up for the Cherry Bomb.]

B: Walker is gonna be the champ if she hits this! This move has won her several championships!

JR: Finally, she gets revenge on Doc!

Walker gets ready to lift Love for the bomb, when suddenly the Xtron lights up. Torment and Anguish, Doc's henchmen, are standing in front of Walker's dressing room. They are carrying barbed wire baseball bats.

Anguish: Since Khrystal is playing with the boss in the ring, I wonder if Penny will come and play with us?

Torment: I like Penny. She would be fun to play baseball, with her as the baseball!

He slams the bat to the floor.

JR: They wouldn't.....

B: Oh yeah, they would.

Walker tosses Love aside and steps over the ropes. She runs to the ramp, and dashes to her dressing room. Torment and Anguish start to run when they see her coming with a steel chair, but Walker drops the chair and catch Anguish before he can get to the waiting Love limo.

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5!

JR: That's bad for Anguish.

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B: Never come between a mom and her kids. That's what they tell you in Boy Scouts.

"You do NOT threaten my daughter!" screams Walker, and she throws a series of blows to Anguish. She picks him up in a military press and slings him in to a drink machine, which explodes in a cascade of sparks and soda.

10!

[Brukowski rings the bell and overheard is the mic. “Winner due to a count out is Doctor Love!”]

B: Somebody stop her! That's my favorite brand!

The limo starts up, and before it can get into gear, Walker picks up the back of the car by the bumper and holds the wheels off the ground. "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!"

JR: Just how strong is that woman? That limo weighs tons!

Penny: Mommy! Mommy!

The sound of her daughter's voice distracts Walker's rage, and she drops the limo, which speeds away. The Strongest Girl on Earth hits her knees and hugs the six year old. "Did they hurt you? Are you ok?"

P: I'm ok, Mommy. No one tried to hurt me.

KW: I'm so glad. I'll never let anyone hurt you, ever!

The camera fades back to ringside as Walker hugs Penny, with storm clouds of anger covering her eyes.

B: Look at her eyes! Somebody is gonna get hurt!

JR: Love may have just cost himself more than the IC title.

Suddenly “Desire To Fire” hits the PA, the crowd instantly starts to boo as Eric Black walks out waving The Rage Revolution Flag, Rage walks out from the back wearing a HKC Shirt, a pair of blue jeans and of course his IEW Extreme Championship around his waist. His forehead is heavily bandaged after being sent threw hell and back in that 2 out 3 falls match he endured with Boca Del Inferno. The crowd is not happy to see Rage since he joined the Hong Kong Cavaliers. Rage could careless what they think of him, all he cares about is the Extreme Title that he is still holding. Eric Black and Rage enter the ring; Eric leans the flag against the turnbuckle and pulls a microphone from his black suit jacket.

Eric Black- Ladies and Gentlemen, Allow me to introduce to you, The man who single handedly destroyed Boca Del Inferno, The man who drove him out of Sports Entertainment, The man who kept his promise and did beat him in an epic 2 out of 3 falls match. He is the off spring of Xtremity, The Xtra Xtreme Xpert, He is the IEW extreme champion, please give it up for my client… RAAAAAAAAAAAGE!

Rage takes off the title belt and raises it high in the air. The crowd replies in a negative reaction, and Rage quickly looks over the crowd with disapproval and general disgust. Eric shakes his head no; Rage grabs the microphone from Eric and begins to talk to the New Zealand natives.

Rage- All of you inbred down under yokel bastards ought to shut up before I go out their in the crowd and make everyone one of you shut your mouth! I am the best in this business, this title proves it, the people I associate with shows my status in this company, and you morons boo me? I have poured gallons of sweat, blood and tears for you and all you can do is boo me and call me names. Wow! I can see what Rizzo, a true champion had to struggle threw, all the doubts, all you moron fans degrading his every move, his every step; he was a true champion, Damnit!

Boos and chants over power Rage, and he stops in a fluster of anger. He looks over to Eric and mouths something off he nods in agreement.

Rage- You boo me and Rizzo, but you cheer the likes of Boca Del Inferno and Bakuryu, two washed up has-beens who catch lucky breaks. Neither men have ever impressed me, and if my memory serves me correct neither Boca nor Baku have ever pinned me in the middle of the squared circle or anywhere for the matter. Your champion is a man who couldn’t make it in the Extreme Division, Do you know who drove him out, I’ll tell you, and it wasn’t Boca. IT WAS ME! I SENT HIM INTO HIS RETIREMENT FROM THE EXTREME DIVISION! I PRACTICALLY RETIRED BOCA TOO!

The crowd is booing non stop again, Rage and Eric just love every minute of it. Rage puts his lips up the microphone once more and begins to talk.

Rage- I am practically unbeatable, I haven’t lost a singles match in months. The so called best in this business can’t even beat me, so my question is who is going to dethrone me? It’s not going to be Deth; his career here is as good as dead. It’s not going to be Falcon, or whatever he wants to call himself, he’s never been in my league. Jaye Doyle has messed with me, and learned to never do it again. Beast, oh he’s just a waste of space. That leaves one man, the number one contender for my extreme title, Shotgun… Shotgun, do you know why you aren’t going to beat me for my extreme title? It’s quite simple; you just don’t have what it takes to take on the off spring of Xtremity, The True King of Xtreme. Sure, I don’t have all the title Boca has, but, ha-ha, neither does he.

The crowd reacts in there constant negative feedback, and Rage just laughs it up thanks to that cheap shot me made to Boca Del Inferno. Rage continues on what he has to say.

Rage- Shotgun, You’ll get your title shot, but trust me, you aren’t going to like it much.

Rage slams down the microphone as “Desire To Fire”. Eric and Rage exit the ring to the capacity crowd booing them and just begin up the ramp as "Git Up" by D-12 hits the speakers bringing Rage and Eric Black to a halt. Kris Myers walks out onto the entrance ramp with a microphone.]

Kris: As you probably already know, Boca del Inferno’s house burnt down a few days ago. No body or bone was found so we have no clue if Boca is dead or alive.

(The fans gasp and murmur as Kris looks right at Rage.)

Kris: They did find a tape. This tape had a note that talks about Boca. We don’t know if it shows him dying or what, but it said only Matt Rison can view it. However, since Matt is unable to do much more than piss in a catheter right now, I am taking on my new responsibilities as Commissioner, right now!!!

Eric: Hold up!!! What does this have to do with my client?

Kris: Funny you should ask that, because some of the comments that Rage just made with you by his side just lead to me receiving a phone call from authorities. Now, under speculation for arson.

[An police crew of 12 people come out in riot gear.]

Kris: I told them you might be a hard one to take with them. All I ask is that you please don't resist them, because their equipment has the power to take even you down.

[Rage looks on pissed as he allows the police to arrest him. Eric Black is a little more resiliant and refuses for just a moment before being put in a hammerlock and getting the cuffs slapped on. The police then begin to walk Rage away.]

Kris: Now Rage, you have one more thing we need to talk about. Your IEW Extreme Championship.

Brutus: No!!! He can't take that away from him!!!

Kris: You're not going to need it where you're going, so allow for me to hold onto it for you.

[Rage begins to snap at Kris Myers as he unsnaps the title from around Rage's wait and puts it over his shoulder. Kris Myers then puts the mic back up to his mouth.]

Kris: Rage, you're going to pay for what you have done. Take him away boys!!!

[The police escort Rage and his manager Eric Black out of the arena as the crowd boos.]

Kris: Ladies and gentlemen, understand this was nothing personal. It was just business.

[Kris Myers gets booed as he walks back through the curtains to the back.]

Brutus: I can't believe what I just saw. Rage got arrested over an old rickety house burning down. Don't they know about faulty wiring?!

Jimmy: The authorities said it was an act of arson, and noone had more to gain from Boca's untimely departure than Rage.

Brutus: I wonder what was on that tape Kris mentioned.

Jimmy: Maybe we'll find out next week, but right now its time for this week's main event.

Brutus: This match is going to be amazing, as it has one of the greastest champions and former world champion, Rizzo teaming up with Shotgun, and "Demonic" Damien Drake Diablo teaming up with the fan favorite and current world heavyweight champion, Bakuryu.

The Mic: The following contest is a tag team match. First coming down to the ring, he weighs in at 215 pounds, he is…. Shotgun!!

[The lights in arena starts flashing red and white as "Use Your Fist" by Marilyn Manson begins to play. Shotgun walks out slowly with his head down until pyros flies over his head and he rises up slowly extending his arms outward. Shotgun then walks down the ramp and enters the ring.

The Mic: His partner, hails from Newport, Rhode Island and weights in at 233 pounds, he represents The Hong Kong Cavilers….RIZZO!

1.... 2.... 3.... hit it

*White and red flashing lights go off as “Super Bad” by James Brown plays. Rizzo comes out from behind the curtain holding his blood-stained chair with Heidi on his arm, Nick Sloan right behind. The trio makes their way to the ring. Rizzo gets in and he raises the chair up with one arm as red and white sparks fly out of the ring posts. The lights come up and the music fades out as Rizzo gets ready.*

JR: The former World heavy weight champion looks to be very focused and looks like he wants to kick some ass.

Brutus: Well if you had your title stolen from you, wouldn’t you be pissed?

The Mic: Their oppentns, first…hailing from Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada, and weighing in at 185 pounds…. "Demonic" Damien Drake Diablo

“Soul of Fire” by HIM plays on the PA. Flames are shooting out of the ramp and where the wrestlers walk out and out from underneath the titantron, smoke rises from the walkway. The first bit of chorus plays over the PA “There's a flame that leads our souls astray No one's safe from its tender touch of pain and every day it's looking for new slaves to celebrate the beauty of the grave.” The video on the titantron shows the room Dragon was in, shown in blood red in colour the camera pans in to look in the window, then when the beat of the song gets hard and the chorus kicks in “We are like the living dead Sacrificing all we have For a frozen heart and a soul on fire We are like the living dead Craving for deliverance With a frozen heart and a soul on fire”, the room explodes and then it shows Dragon standing there in normal colour and his hair longer and blood red, his eyes blood red, and almost a red aura surrounding his body. The song continues then the camera pans from the tron to the walkway where the smoke and flames are still rising, and out walks DarkDragon with the hood up, but it’s obviously Drake who is peering through the eyes.

The Mic: And his partner, he weights in at 210 pounds, he hails from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, he is the IEW WORLD HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMPION….Bakuryu!!!

(As the jazz-ish intro of Quarashi's Mr. Jinx plays, old clips of Bakuryu being evil and maniac are playing. He’s wrestling in the ring, applying different moves. Then, the song really starts and that image breaks, showing a very colourful background with Bakuryu dancing very oddly to the music. He comes out of the curtain and does the exact same dance as on the jumbotron. He comes down to the ring dancing and jumping. He taps hands with a few fans but never stops dancing. He gets in the ring and stops completely moving, almost like a statue. Then, 5 seconds later, he points the camera and a huge bang goes up behind him. He then proceeds to dance his way to the corner awaiting for the arrival of his opponent.)

JR: Let’s get this match rolling!

DING DING DING

Rizzo climbs out of the ring, with Shotgun giving him a look, Rizzo just shrugs and stays behind the ropes. Baku takes off his world heavy weight title and gives it to the ref as he him self climbs behind the ropes. Shotgun and Dragon lock up in a collor bone, both trying to over power each other. Shotgun gets a knee into Dragon’s gut , causing Dragon to knell over, Shotgun takes Dragon and irish whips him into the ropes. When Dragon comes back, Shotgun hits a soild drop kick to the jaw of Dragon. Shotgun picks up Dragon and hits a snap suplex. Shotgun picks up Dragon and tries to thorw him into the ropes, but Dragon reverses the move and throws Shotgun into the corner. Dragon then charges and hits a leaping splash on Shotgun. Shotgun stumbles out of the corner and lands face first. Dragon then goes to the top rope already and hits a flying body splash, and stays on for the pin.

1…

Kick out!

JR: Too soon!

Shotgun kicks out with lots of energy. Dragon tries to keep the upper hand, but Shotgun gets a shot in at the mid section and hits the belly again and again. Finally Dragon stumbles back and Shotgun goes for the tag, but Rizzo moves his hand away. Shotgun gets a face of confusion, as Rizzo states “Fight your own god damn battles!” Shotgun turns around and gets a clothine over the top rope by Dragon. Rizzo yells at Shotgun “What are you doing? Pay attention!” Just then Shotgun, finally gets up, but Dragon uses the ropes as a launching pad as he flies over the top rope, landing on Shotgun getting a pop from the crowd. Dragon rolls Shotgun back into the ring and Dragon points to Baku for a tag. The crowd screams and he goes to tag Baku, but Shotgun comes up from behind and hits a high angle suplex, with Dragon landing hard. Dragon holds the back of his head and rolls around. Shotgun then stomps on Dragon and picks him up. Shotgun Ric Flair chops Dragon’s chest, with a loud slapping noise, which the crowed reacts too. Each time Shotgun slaps, The crowd reacts. Back into a corner, Dragon has had enough and tires to reverse it, but Shotgun hits several hard knees into the gut again, of Dragon.

Brutus: That’s gotta hurt!

Shotgun looks to Rizzo, but Rizzo looks away, acting like he’s looking for someone in the crowd. With Shotgun screaming at Rizzo, to turn around for a tag, Dragon takes Shotgun down with a sweep kick. Dragon then slowly but surely makes his way to Baku and tags him in. Baku comes in full force and lays the rights on Shotgun and throws him into the ropes, when Shotgun comes back, Baku hits a Springboard Carolina Hurricane (hurracanranna). Baku motions for the crowd to get pumped up, as Then Baku starts to do the robot and points to Rizzo, then doing the “Just Bring it” sign. Shotgun backs up into his corner, as Rizzo taps him, getting a blind tag. Shotgun , not happy that he has to go now, he leaves the ring though. Baku keeps dancing, almost mocking Rizzo. While Rizzo smirks and flips off Baku. Baku charges at Rizzo and the two exchange right hands back and forth. Rizzo gains the upper hand by throwing Baku into the ropes, but not for long as Baku comes back with a flying forearm to the face of Rizzo. Baku rolls on his back and pulls off a kick up to land on his feet. When Baku points the crowd and turns around, it’s too late as Rizzo runs and hits flying knee to the face of Baku. Rizzo stomps on Baku and then picks him up, face to face. Rizzo talks a little smack as he then picks up and hits Baku with a standing veritical suplex.

JR: Man, Suplexs hurt!

Brutues: How would you know?

JR: Never piss off an ex-wrestler who’s drunk….bad things happen!

Rizzo stands over Baku and slaps at Baku’s head a few times, to add insult to injury. Rizzo gets behind Baku and prefroms a nice german suplex. Rizzo then pulls off a second german supex, yet for the third, Baku hooks his leg around Rizzo’s leg and elbows Rizzo’s face several times before Rizzo lets go. Baku then quickly turns to Rizzo and puts a reverse wasitlock as Baku slams Rizzo with an over head belly to belly suplex. Rizzo lands on his back, with a look of pain and shock as Rizzo gets up, Baku runs up and hits a shinning wizard on Rizzo. Baku goes for the pin.

1….

2 NO!

Rizzo kicks out with power as Baku goes to pick up Rizzo, but Rizzo pokes the eyes of Baku , grabbing Baku by the tights, Rizzo rams Baku hard into the nearest ring post. Baku holds his shoulder in pain as Rizzo locks on a arm bar as Baku groans in pain. Rizzo jerks and tears away at it, until Baku gets his foot on the rope. The ref orders Rizzo to let go, but Rizzo hangs on till the very last second before he is forced to let go. The damage has already been done, as Rizzo stomps away at the shoulder of Baku . Rizzo then decides to have a small break and casually walks over to Shotgun. Rizzo slaps his hand and nods towards Baku. Shotgun walks over and tries to kick at Baku’s shoulder, but Baku catches Shotgun’s foot and pushes it away, making shotgun ball backwards. Baku tires to get up, but he’s not quick enough as Shotgun hits a drop kick at Baku’s injured shoulder. Baku yelps in pain and Shotgun keeps Baku in the corner and presses his foot against the injured shoulder of Baku. The ref pushes Shotgun off as Baku grabs onto the ropes to help him self up. Shotgun goes to charge but Baku gets out of the way as Shotgun crashes into the corner. As Shotgun stumbles out of the corner, Baku grabs Shotgun and slams him with a hard hitting Policeman-carry slam (Fireman-carry slam). Rizzo holds his face and shakes his head in disbelief.

JR: Nice move by the world champion, Baku!

Brutus: A good rip off , if that’s what you mean

Baku goes to crawl toward and tags Dragon. Dragon gets in and Shotgun has already tagged in Rizzo. Rizzo gets a few strong right hands , then Dragon gets his few shots in before he chops at Rizzo’s chest and throws Rizzo into the ropes, and hits Rizzo with a back body drop, in shock Rizzo stands up quickly, but leans against the ropes, then Dragon Clothelines Rizzo over the top rope. Rizzo lands outside and pounds his fists at the ground as Dragons gets the crowd more pumped for him. Rizzo pulls out a watch out of his pocket and looks at it and smiles

JR: The hell?

Rizzo walks around and grabs the world title, pushing over the bell ringer while he’s at it. Rizzo then rolls into the ring, with Dragon turing around, Rizzo creams him with it, and bell rings.

Brutus: Rizzo just got him slef DQ’ed!

Shotgun runs over and yell at Rizzo, Rizzo just smirks and slams the title into his face. Baku, trying to take advantage charges , but Rizzo turns around and slams the title into his face as well. Baku falls down, but Rizzo picks Baku up…only to slam him back down with the Flying Dutchman (rotating fireman's carry slam (aka Angle Slam). Rizzo smiles and starts to lay the boots on Baku. Dragon slowly rolls back into the ring, with a bloody forhead. Rizzo slips underneath the ropes , and runs away through the crowd, with the IEW World title. Baku is still out cold, and Shotgun holds his face, as Dragon leans against the ropes , watchin Rizzo run away.

JR: Rizzo, just stole the world title? What’s next, we’ll have to see next week! Good night!!

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