JR- Well Brutus, I for one am looking forward to a great IEW Pay Per View. 

Brutus- I agree Jimmy, we just started the show and its already action packed. 

*”Enter Sandman” by Metallica begins to play over the PA system. The fans boo and then turn to sounds of sympathy as April walks out. Then the boos resurface as a black hooded trench coat dressed man walks out and the fans obviously think it’s Lion. The man takes off his hood to reveal Lion and the fans boo even louder.*

Jimmy: I have no clue why April or Lion is even out here.

Brutus: Lion I’m glad to see, if only I had a female hostage.

*Brutus begins to day dream and drool. Lion gets in the ring and demands two mics. He snatches the mics and hands one to April. Lion puts the mic to his lips as the fans boo.*

Lion: HEY SHUT UP WHEN A LADY’S ABOUT TO SPEAK YOU BUNCH OF NON EDUCATED MORONS!

*The fans boo more as April tries to calm Lion down. Lion just points to the fans and tells her something. April gives some frustrated gestures before putting the mic to her lips. The fans quiet down.*

April: You know, at first, I was saddened and scared when Lion took me hostage. I was wishing that I would have never worked at that asylum. I was looking forward to the day when I could go back to my life and never see Lion again. Yet, Lion intrigued me. I don’t know how to explain it. So I got to know the real Lion. The contents of his life are unbearable. I’ve heard of individual cases of different things that Lion has gone through. But Lion has a combination of that and so much more. I’ve also been watching videos from the Beastly Squad, Lion centered of course. Sad thing is that Croc, regardless of what he says, has lied to Gorilla about who the real Lion is. Instead of own up to his lies, he has tried to put up a front and tried to make himself seem right. The point is that Croc has been lying to you.

*A “slut” chant begins to strike up as well as various boos. April looks insulted, hurt, and disgusted. Lion gets on the mic.*

Lion: THAT’S ENOUGH! She did no such thing, see unlike you people, she has seen the truth. And now I must speak it again. When I speak the truth, Croc, once again will look like a fool. Firstly, I PURPOSELY let myself get distracted with trying to set a table on fire because I wanted to go to the asylum. The reason why I did is because I wanted to be more aggressive. I wanted to be more destructive. The reason why is because I AM the embodiment of Anarchy.

*The fans boo. Then a “Croc” chant starts up. Lion gets back on the mic.*

Lion: The ONLY reason why Pussy put Croc against me for the Anarchy title was for money. You ask Rison and Rison, whop is more of an embodiment for anarchy me or Croc. I’ll tell you that they’d choose me. Why? Well, let me give you the definition of Anarchy first. Firstly, anarchy includes chaos, taking no prisoners, and leaving only casualties. THAT is what I do. However, Croc wants to defile and take out the anarchy from everything Anarchy stands for. You heard his claim of “new anarchy” for no casualties. He wants to destroy what hardcore wrestlers like Downfall, Rison, myself, and Rage have fought for. Croc is trying to make the anarchy title into a regular title like the rest of them.

*The fans boo Lion again.*

Lion: Shut up!

*Fans boo more.*

Lion: Now Croc’s conduct is so high up in the nosebleeds, no wonder he could never win the extreme title from Downfall. In fact, the reason why he would want to team back up with me is because he NEEDS me.

*The fans boo.*

Lion: You can boo all you want, yet you all know that it’s the truth. It’s because of ME that Croc even won his first singles match here in IEW. In fact the ONLY title he had before the anarchy title was the tag titles and who did he hold it with? That’s right ME. Now because of me pretending to be distracted by a table to enflame it, Croc is now the anarchy champion. You know why? Oh why am I asking you, you morons don’t even know.

*Fans boo more.*

Lion: Because I did it to show al of you that Croc ISN’T anarchy. That he can’t even stand. Now I felt pity for him. Because without me, he can’t win a title on his own.

*Fans boo more.*

Lion: You can try to deny it all you want, but it’s the truth. Croc can’t handle the TRUE anarchy causing competitors. I have given him tastes of what anarchy is, but still he wants to try and put up a front. So I’ll give him another taste later tonight. And then next week, his beat down will continue.

*Lion tosses the mic and he leads April to the back as the fans boo. Then the camera goes to the announcers table.*

Jimmy: The audacity of what Lion had to say was irreprehensible.

Brutus: Oh hush it Jimmy. Lion was just telling the truth. Roc isn’t exactly what you’d picture when you think of Anarchy or hardcore.

JR- Tonights opening match is going to be great. We have a former IEA Champion in Steve Drisdelle opening the card against Inner Cirlces own Jason Twisted. 


- The opening riffs of "The Unforgiven" by Metallica fade in to the PA. 

New blood joins this earth 
And quickly he's subdued 
Through constant pained disgrace 
The young boy learns their rules 

With time, the child draws in 
This whipping boy done wrong 
Deprived of all his thoughts 
The young man struggles on and on, he's known 
A vow unto his own 
That never from this day 
His will they'll take away 

(Twisted runs out on the stage, runs to the edge of the stage, and screams something to the audience. Behind him as he does this a series of fireworks explode behind him (like HBK's pyro). Twisted makes his way to the ring, 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 stretches for the match.) 


The Mic- Currently in the ring awaiting his opponent ... Jason Twisted!! 


Brutus- Twisted looks pumped tonight. Ready to pay back Driz for making his life miserable the past few weeks. 

JR- You just wait till you see how ready Driz is. 


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


The Mic- And his opponent Steve "Driz" Drisdelle!! 



JR- Not too bad of a reaction for Driz, the crowds getting use to seeing this guy in regular action again. 



Ding Ding Ding 


( The ref brings both wrestlers together and tells them to keep it professional, he doesnt want their personal problems manefesting into any illegal maneuvers during this match. ) 


Brutus- Here we go Jimmy, this match gets to set the tone for the rest of the night. 


( Twisted circles Driz signalling for a lock up. Driz smirks and after Twisted stays in one place, the two lock up. ) 


JR- Driz is a big boy Brutus, at 6 11 and about 340 pounds, he is considerably larger then Twisted. 

Brutus- Hey Twisted is 6'4 and 275 of all muscle, he's no pushover. 



( Driz pushes in toward Twisted, Twisted plants his feet and maintains his ground, tensing up and trying to over power Driz. In a one huge burst of strength Driz sends Twisted straight to the mat and smirks again. Twisted pulls himself up but as he does Driz comes off the ropes and hits Twisted in the face with a Big Boot! Twisted flies backward into the ropes and falls out of the ring. Driz raises his hand up and the crowd cheers. ) 


JR- Driz outpowering Twisted, and then hitting him hard with a big boot. 


( Driz goes over to the ropes where Twisted has stood up and is holding his head near the apron. Driz grabs Twisted by his hair forcing Twisted onto the apron, then Driz throws Twisted's head down causing Twisteds body to go over the apron side of the ropes and hit the canvas inside the ring. Driz pulls Twisted up by his head and spins Twisted around him in a circle, only to release him and push him toward the turnbuckle, causing Twisteds shoulder to go in between turnbuckle and hit the ring post! ) 


Brutus- Oooh! That hurt. 

JR- Driz is just having a good time with Twisted now, Twisted better have a strategy. 

Brutus- You wait, TWisted isn't a lightweight Jimmy, once he gets the advantage Driz won't be able to get up. 


( Twisted pulls himself slowly from the turnbuckle and backs away, standing up and circling to face Driz, Twisted is obviously la la land. Driz smirks again and prepares for a huge clothesline but Twisted was playing possum and ducks kneeing Driz in the gut. Twisted stands to full height and slams a double axe handle with all his strength onto buckled over Drizs back, sending Driz to the mat. ) 


Brutus- See, Twisted had him fooled, now just wait while he disects Driz. 


( Twisted bounces off of the ropes and comes back with a driving knee into Drizs side/back. Twisted bends down toward Driz and lifts a leg into the air driving his knee into Drizs back. Twisted stands up again and drops an elbow. Driz is squirming in pain. Twisted smirks and drops to Drizs side where he grabs an arm and locks in a sitting reverse armbar, sitting and putting his weight on Drizs shoulder. ) 


JR- Twisted really working on Drizs back, and now using his leverage to keep the big man down. 


( Twisted keeps the move locked on longer as the ref asks Driz if he quits, Driz shakes his head. Twisted lets go of the move but now puts his weight directly over Drizs shoulders. Twisted is sitting on Drizs back and locks in a camel clutch. ) 


JR- He's using simple maneuevers, but effective maneuevers to work his strategy. 

BRutus- Hey Twisted has never been known as a technician Jimmy, but he's no rookie, he knows what he has to do to win a match. 

JR- You sure about that? Whens the last time Twisted has pulled off a win. 

Brutus- Shut up Jimmy. 



( Drizs face is red as Twisted keeps the camel clutch locked in. Finally after Driz refuses to submit, Twisted gets off Drizs back. Twisted grabs Drizs leg and pulls him closer to the center of the ring. Driz rolls onto his back and kicks hard toward Twisted, forcing Twisted to the mat. Twisted gets back up and goes after Driz, Driz is almost standing now and manages to block Twisteds attack and hits Twisted with a standard vertical suplex! ) 


JR- Driz hitting a suplex, trying to take back the control of this match. 



( Driz gets up before Twisted who is holding his back. Driz pulls Twisted up, but as he does Twisted tackles Drizs legs out from under him. Twisted takes a breather but then sends a knee back into Drizs back. Twisted sits Driz up an locks in a mexican surf board submission, but using his knee to exert the pressure into Drizs back. ) 


Brutus- Twisted is back in control! 


( Driz starts rallying the crowd who begin to stomp on the floor faster and faster, Driz manages to get up to his abse forcing Twisted to bring his leg down. Twisted is holding onto Drizs arms only now. Drizs muscles buldge as he pulls his arms out of Twisteds control, the crowd is hot now as Driz turns around ... but gets a kick to the gut and an evenflow DDT by Twisted! Twisted turns over Driz and covers ... ) 


JR- Driz almost had it ... 


One! 








Two! 



Kickout! 


( Twisted hits the mat and yells at the ref. Twisted turns his attentions back to Driz who is holding his head on the mat. ) 


Brutus- Twisted stopped short Drizs comeback in this match, just like he will do to Drizs comeback in this company. 



( Twisted pulls Driz up, with considerable effort. Twisted sends a punch right into Drizs head. Twisted aims an elbow and sends another into Drizs head. Twisted goes for a third but Driz blocks it. Driz fails to hit any offense and Twisted hits another punch. Twisted goes for another and Driz blocks it again, the crowd begins to rally behind Driz cheering when he blocks a punch. Twisted attempts another fist to Drizs head but this time Driz blocks it and rallys back with his own punch. Twisted has another one of his punches blocked and Driz hits off another couple of punches. Twisted is reeling now as Driz picks up momentum, Driz picks up Twisted in a huge display of strength, right into a military press. Driz holds him mid air as the crowd lights up with camera flashes. ) 


JR- HUGE display of strength by Driz! 



( Twisted slides down Drizs back and sends him face first into the turnbuckle! The crowd boos as Twisted regains contol. Twisted turns Driz around and chops him across the chest, keeping him in the turnbuckle. ) 


JR- Bad things happen when you get people cooped up in that turnbuckle. 

Brutus- Yea for Driz, Twisted is going to crush him in there. 


(Twisted lays into the face of Driz with mounted punches, then wraps his arms around Driz's waist and lifts him up to the top rope. He tries to climb up, as if for a superplex, but Driz punches him in the face. Twisted backs off, checking his face for blood, and Driz turns, and starts to climb down from the turnbuckle. Before he can get down, however, Twisted comes from under him, and lifts him up on his shoulders with an electric chair-style move. Twisted stands with Driz on his shoulders for just a second before dropping back with a big electric chair suplex!!!) 


Brutus- ITS OVER! Its gotta be over now Jimmy! Ha ha! 

JR- Huge electric chair drop by Twisted. 



( Twisted shakes out the cobwebs and covers Driz ... ) 




ONE! 







TWO! 





Th... Driz gets his arm up! 




JR- Close count by Driz is still in this match. 



( Twisted looks pissed and hits the mat again. Twisted pulls up Driz again and sets him back in the turnbuckle. Twisted slowly sets Driz on top of the turnbuckle. ) 


JR- Twisted is pressing his luck here, trying another big risk move. 


Brutus- Thats what you think. 


( Twisted starts climbing the turnbuckle also but in a burst of strength Driz pushes Twisted off sending him back first into the mat. Twisted gets up surprisingly quickly, but is holding his back. He turns around to face Driz who flies off of the top turnbuckle and hits a DIVING SPEAR from the top! ) 


JR- BULL RUSH! This could be it... 



( Driz stays ontop of Twisted for the cover ... ) 



Brutus- No! 



ONE! 






TWO! 





Three ... but Twisted had his foot on the rope. 



JR- Good sense of location by Twisted, he's still in this also. 

Brutus- Of course he is. 



( Driz gets up fast and waits for Twisted to get up. Twisted does and gets hit by a short clothesline by Driz! ) 


JR- OW that hurt! 



( Twisted gets up fast again and gets hit with a running shoulderblock tackle! ) 


JR- Driz just floored Twisted. 


Brutus- COme on Twisted ... 



( Twisted again gets up and this time avoides a running clothesline by Driz, Twisted runs at Driz but gets hit with a SPINEBUSTER! ) 


JR- Driz is picking up some HUGE momentum here. Showing off all the big moves! 


( Twisted holds his back in pain as Driz pulls him up. Driz sends Twisted into the ropes and hits a POWERSLAM!) 


Brutus- Oh no... 

JR- Driz is crushing ... NO! Plowing through ... NO! DEMOLOSHING Twisted here! 



( Driz kicks Twisted into the gut and sets him up in powerbomb posistion. ) 


JR- I smell the End of the World crucifix powerbomb! 



( Driz sets him up in a crucifix posisition but somehow Twisted rolls off of Drizs back and hits the mat where he rolls out of the ring. ) 


JR- Whats happening. 

Brutus- Twisted escaped! Yes! 


( Driz taunts Twisted, as the ref warns him to get back in the ring. Twisted is holding his back in pain, he looks up angrily at Driz. Driz smirks and plays to the crowd who cheer him on. TWisted looks back toward the ramp and then toward Driz. Twisted says "Screw this Shit!" and starts walking up the ramp. The ref starts counting ... 

one ...two ... three ... four ... five ... six... 


JR- What the hell? 

Brutus- Twisted where are you going? 

JR- Look at this, Twisted is a horrible sport. Hes walking out of a match because he was about to lose. As soon as the match stopped going his way Twisted bailed! 


Brutus- I am sure Twisted has a good reason Jimmy. 


seven .. eight ... nine ... TEN! 



Ding Ding Ding 



The Mic- And the winner of this match by Count Out ... DRIZ!!! 



( Twisted looks up at Driz one last time, the two meet eyes across the ring and entrance ramp. Twisted turns around and exits back stage. Driz shakes his head ... disappointed ... he turns back in the ring and starts playing to the fans. The fans cheer him on ... )


*The house lights go black as the opening notes of "Your Time Has Come" by Audioslave plays. Blue and green pyros blast as the drums and bass hit. The lights alternate between green and blue as Chris Cornell sings. Rizzo appears from behind the curtain, intense aggression all over his face.

JR: look at Rizzo's face, he's ready for action. I think Warpath is really starting to get under his sleeve, especially after their fight earlier in the show.

Brutus: well lets be honnest Jimmy. Rizzo has to be intense because he's being fed to the IEW Wrecking Machine tonight and probably won't survive the night.

JR: Lets not underestimate another wrestler sha'll we Brutus. Especially as talented as Rizzo.

Brutus: I think you need to stop over-estimating Rizzo Jimmy. I mean Warpath always has a plan and he is just simpily bigger and better than Rizzo. Not to mention he's from right here in Detriot and has the home-field advantage.

JR: I guess we'll just have to see about that won't we.

Brutus: yes we will.

As Rizzo comes to the top of the ramp, Suddenly out of the back Warpath comes out with his bat and with a vicious shot to the back of Rizzo's head, Rizzo flops straight to the ground. 

JR: What the hell!

Brutus: I told ya Jimmy, he always has a plan. 

The crowd breaks into a mixed reaction with more boo's than cheers.

Warpath bends down and begins screaming with frustration to Rizzo. He grabs one of Rizzo's arms and drags him to the edge of the stage. 

JR: Now what.

Brutus: Shhhh, this could get better.

Warpath bends down as lifts Rizzo's head up so that it is pointing downward from the stage to a set of tables. Warpath says some more curse words as he slaps Rizzo in his barely concious face. We hear Warpath scream "you opened the can of worms".

Warpath then lifts Rizzo to his feet, as Rizzo just staggers around, barely able to stand on his own. Then finally Warpath shoves him off the stage as Rizzo falls through the set of tables at the bottom.

JR: OH MY GOD!!! HE MAY BE BROKEN!!!

Brutus: Now that will teach that big mouthed loser to watch his tongue. He started this Jimmy.

JR: I can't believe you can support what Warpath just did to Rizzo.

Brutus: Well somebody needed to shut Rizzo's mouth.

JR: Your despicable sometimes Brutus, you know that.

Brutus: I try Jimmy.

Warpath holds his arms up to a HUGE mixed reaction before he walks to the back with his bat. EMT's come rushing out for Rizzo.

(The camera shifts to a very old school game show-like set, with tons of bright colors and two stands. There is a crowd of about 20 people clapping heavily. Then, a man appears on stage and the claps get harder and louder. Cheers arouse from the 20 or so people and the man quiets them down. There is a very cheesy music playing in the background.)

Man: Hello everyone and welcome to the brand-spanking new game show “Baku’s Back”! My name is George Jeeves and I’ll be you host in this fantastic new experience! Today’s quiz: “Love or Hate” : re-establishing Baku’s stances in a fun-fun-FUN way! But first of all, let’s welcome our contestants. First up, from Steelville, Missouri, Mr. Abraham Blackfeet!

(A man that looks like a train driver steps down from the crowd and takes his place behind his small counter.)

George: And his opponent tonight, from Napa, California, Ms. Ivy Gallagher!

(A strikingly beautiful woman hops on stage, the very definition of the word MILF. George looks at her and loses his mind for a second before coming back to his duty as show host.)

George: Welcome to both of you. . .(under his breath), especially to you, miss Gallagher. And now, the one you’ve all been waiting for. . . BAKURYU!

(The Caesar’s Jerk It Out blares over the old school speakers and Baku hops on-stage, wearing a yellow shirt on which are represented Batman & Robin with “Batman & Robin say: The Buddy System Works!” written underneath the image. He is wearing a generic pair of jeans.)

George: Welcome, my friend, welcome!

Bakuryu: Thanks George, it’s an honor to be here tonight to inaugurate the brand spankin’ new game show Baku’s Back! It’s so good to be back here in the IEW!

George: Yes, it must be, after such a long hiatus!

(Bakuryu does not respond to this, and instead gives a cold look to George.)

George: So… ahem…well let’s just say that with so much time off, many people are watching their TVs right now and saying : “Wow, that guy is so cool! But where does he fit in the bigger puzzle that is the IEW?” So without further ado, let’s start with the first question of Love & Hate! Baku, if you please, take a seat in your Baku-Chair just right beside our contestants, and one of our lovely bikini-clad ladies will serve you your favourite drink in a moment.

(Bakuryu almost runs to the chair and waits eagerly for the girls to appear.)

George: First question, contestants. Does Bakuryu love or hate. . . Khrystal Walker?

(After a quick second of reflection, Ivy Gallagher’s beeper sounds.)

Ivy: Hate.

(DING DING DING)

George: That’s right! Baku, care to elaborate?

Bakuryu: Of course! You see, that bitch, as she calls herself, has repeatedly tried to sit on me—oh, wait a minute, I think she called that thing wrestling. Anyways, I’ve been up against her so many times I bet you can smell her stench on me from where you are. I just hate that she keeps getting shots that I don’t.

George: Well, that was clear! Next question: Does Baku love or hate. . . E.G. Mackie?

(Once again, after a quick second of reflection, Ivy Gallagher’s beeper sounds.)

Ivy: Love.

(DING DING DING)

George: That’s right once again! Baku, what do you have to say about Mackie?

Baku: Well, there’s a reason why one of my nicknames is E.G. Backie. Mackie is my mentor. He is my role model. I aspire to someday attain his level of free spirit. Some people say that me and him are alike, but that’s untrue. We are complementary. Where he is extraordinary and flamboyant, I am just weird and dumbly cool. Where he is bizarre, I am weird. Where Mackie is over the top, I try to dodge status quo. Maybe one day Mackie and Backie will reunite. Until then, that guy is my friend.

George: Well, we can see you admire E.G. Mackie! Okay, last question before the break, does Baku love or hate. . . Jaye Doyle?

(Ivy is quick once again and beats Abraham.)

Ivy: Hate.

(DING DING DING)

George: That’s true once again! Baku, why do you hate a legend as big and bright as Jaye The Big Dog Doyle?

Baku: It’s not really a matter of love or hate, really. It’s much more a matter of scores never settled. I have battled Jaye to the point of going crazy. I even pushed him to retirement 8 or 9 times, if you get the pun. I don’t hate him, but I couldn’t say I like him either. Let’s just say I want to beat the snot out of him.

George: Well, that was clear! Well folks, that’s it for the first part of our quiz, come back after the break!

Jimmy: Tensions are boiling for this anticipated match up Brutus.

Brutus: Oh I know. I can’t wait for Hugh to beat Doyle.

Jimmy: You just can’t call a match evenly with these two superstars can you?

Brutus: No.

Jimmy: It figures.

Mic: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Entering first, weighing in at 253 lbs. He hails from Petty Harbour, Newfoundland. He is… JAYE “BIG DOG” DOYLE!

*The intro to “The Game” by Disturbed begins to play and a series of neon green strobe lights begin to flash throughout the arena. Up on the jumbotron the words, “Embodiment… of Technical… Perfection” flashes up on the screen. As the words kick in, a bright light blares out of the wrestlers’ entrance illuminating the silhouette of a man.*

“Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do? Now that I have allowed you to beat me! Do you think that we could play another game? Maybe I can win this time? I kind of like the misery you put me through. Darling, you can trust me completely. If you even try to look the other way, I think that I could kill this time.”

*At this point a huge fireball explodes at the wrestlers’ entrance and Jaye Doyle steps out through the flames wearing his old Watchman mask. Doyle is wearing pink tights with “Republic of” written up the right leg in alternating green and white lettering and “Newfoundland” written up the left leg in the same lettering. He has on a white t-shirt with the phrase, “Man from the Granite Planet” written across the chest. Doyle takes this time to look around the crowd with an insanely intense look on his face. The crowd roars their approval and Doyle begins to make his way down to the ring.*

“It doesn’t really seem I’m getting through to you. Though I see you weeping so sweetly. I think that you might have to take another taste, a little bit of hell this time.”

*Doyle slaps the outstretched fans very enthusiastically as he picks up the pace and slides into the ring. Doyle takes off his shirt and tosses it into the crowd revealing the top of his green singlet that has white and pink alternating lettering that read, “Big Dog.”*

“You always wanted people to remember you. You leave your little mark on society! Don’t you know your wish is coming true today? Another victim dies tonight.”

*Doyle climbs up a turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air to another thunderous roar from the crowd. The music then fades out as Doyle limbers himself up in the ring.*

Jimmy: The fans sure love the Big Dog.

Brutus: These fans can’t appreciate top talent.

Jimmy: Whatever Brutus.

Brutus: oh come off it Jimmy. Just because certain superstars voice the truth and say things that the fans don’t like hearing and the fans don’t appreciate it. I’m, sick of them and I’m sick of you. Unfortunately, I’m stuck here so let’s get tonight over with.

Jimmy: Geez. Take a chill pill will you.

Brutus: If you’re lucky, I’ll calm down.

Mic: Entering next, his opponent, he is a three time IEW World Heavyweight champion He weighs in at 230 lbs. Here is… HUGH BRISTIC!

*Hugh comes out to Pomp & Circumstance (the cliché graduation song), he comes out of the back and makes a slow confident walk down to the ring with a big smile on his face.*

Jimmy: I don’t care how many times I see this; I don’t like Bristic’s cockiness.

Brutus: Oh come on Jimmy. You can’t blame that cockiness, after all he has held the IEW World Heavyweight title three times.

*I need Doyle to come out first for this but once Hugh is in the ring, the jumbotron comes on and Jaye Doyle, dressed identically to as the masked man is in the ring, begins to address Hugh.*

Jaye Doyle: Just when you thought it was safe to get back in the water… or in this case the ring.

*Hugh is obviously fuming and Doyle is loving every second of it.*

Jaye Doyle: Just like that pesky shark, I’ll bet you thought the Watchman dead and buried, but how could I kill something that has given you so much to remember? If you want the real Big Dog, why don’t you come back here and get me.

*Hugh has turned his back on the mask wearing man and looks like he’s about to climb out of the ring when the mask comes off, revealing the man in the ring to really be Jaye Doyle and the jumbotron shuts off simultaneously. Doyle spins Bristic around and just begins wailing away on him.*

Jimmy: What a move by Jaye, gaining an early advantage on Hugh.

Brutus: The match just began Jimmy. I’m sure Hugh can pull it out in the end.

*Jaye then executes a belly to belly suplex, followed by another, and then Hugh begins trying to fight out. Doyle doesn’t let go and then Hugh rakes the eye of Doyle. Then Doyle releases. The ref warns Hugh about it. Hugh ignores the ref and then goes to Doyle. Then Doyle and Hugh engage in a fist fight. Then Hugh hits a dropkick to Doyle’s ankles. Doyle hits the mat and Hugh goes and locks in a face lock. Hugh then begins punching the side of Doyle.*

Jimmy: Am I seeing this right? Hugh looks less cocky now.

Brutus: Of course. I think Hugh is out to hurt Doyle. After all Doyle has been ticking him off the past few weeks, even longer, because of the whole Watchman ordeal.

*Doyle gets to the ropes by scooting his body and the ref tell Hugh to let off. Hugh just keeps it locked in.*

1…
2…
3…
4…

*Hugh lets go and goes to pick up Doyle. Doyle just slaps him in the face. Hugh turns around holding his face and Doyle gets up. Hugh looks at Doyle and Hugh is obviously ticked. Doyle just smiles. Hugh runs at Doyle and Doyle just drops him in an arm bar.*

Jimmy: It looks like Doyle wants to tick Hugh off.

Brutus: Doyle better watch it, or Hugh might get more ruthless with his moves. But, Hugh thought about this I’m sure.

*Hugh then tries to grab the side of Doyle to punch him. Doyle just adds more pressure to the arm. Hugh then reaches for and grabs the bottom rope. Doyle lets go and backs up. Hugh then gets up and Doyle plays to the crowd for a pop. Hugh then runs at Doyle and when Doyle turns around Hugh does a flipping clothesline. Hugh then pins Doyle while trying to choke him at the same time.*

1…

2… *The ref sees Hugh trying to get a cheap pin by also trying to choke Doyle. Hugh releases and backs up.*

Jimmy: Hugh had better watch it or he could get disqualified.

Brutus: Hugh is just trying to get the win at any cost. The ref has just been looking for ways to mess with Hugh.

*Doyle gets up and Hugh and Doyle begin another fist fight. Doyle pushes Hugh’s face away. Hugh then runs back in and Doyle goes for a fireman’s carry set up.*

Jimmy: It looks like Doyle’s going for the Dog Daze.

Brutus: Hugh has scouted this move. I’m sure he has a way to get out of it.

*Hugh leans his weight back and tries to make Doyle fall backwards with Hugh putting him into a crucifix pin and it works.*

1…

2…

KICK OUT!

*Hugh gets up and then begins to argue with the ref. Doyle comes from behind and locks in a hammer lock. Hugh uses all his might and turns it into a standing arm bar.*

Jimmy: What a good reversal by Hugh.

Brutus: See I told you Jimmy. Hugh isn’t a dummy.

Jimmy: I never said he was. I just don’t like his conduct in matches.

*Doyle then reverses the hold back into the hammer lock and uses his other arms to hook in a half nelson. Then Doyle steps to the side and does a face first Russian leg sweep.*

Jimmy: What offense from Doyle!

Brutus: What is Doyle doing? If he keeps delaying he could lose. On second thought… come on Doyle, keep wasting time.

*Doyle turns Hugh over and smacks him a bit before giving him the finger and mouthing off to him then he lifts Hugh. Hugh gives Doyle a low blow that the ref can’t see then Hugh gives Doyle a double underhook suplex. Doyle is down and Bristic is going for the pin. He hooks a leg and jams his forearm into Doyle’s neck. The referee counts.*

1…

2… *and the referee stops the count to ask Bristic if he’s using a choke again. Bristic turns to face the referee and denies it. While Bristic is distracted, Doyle kicks out then kicks up and hooks in a head scissors. Doyle then brings Bristic down to the canvas, face first and grabs his forearm, hooking in a modified hammer lock.*

Jimmy: Hugh choking again the he lies to the ref.

Brutus: That’s called smarts Jimmy.

*Hugh scoots to the rope and Doyle releases. Doyle backs up and waits for Hugh. Hugh gets up and turns to a swinging lariat by Doyle and he drives Bristic’s head down into the mat hard. Doyle is up and the crowd is starting to buzz. Doyle drags Bristic up the hits a perfectly executed back breaker drop. Lateral press by Doyle.*

1…

2… *Bristic kicks out. Doyle immediately drags Bristic back up to his feet and pushes him back into a corner. He spins Bristic around then hoists him up to the top rope. Doyle climbs up himself then hits a German superplex that shakes the ring. Doyle is a little slow to get up but Bristic is unmoving. Doyle goes back to the corner and climbs up to the top.*

Jimmy: The Big Dog’s momentum is just snowballing here and the crowd is really starting to get behind him here.

Brutus: The crowd means nothing and knows nothing. Hugh will find a way tonight. You’ll see.

Jimmy: Well he’d better find a way soon.

*The crowd is roaring frantically as Doyle does a double biceps flex before flying off with an elbow drop that connects on the butt of Bristic’s jaw. Doyle hooks the leg.*

1…

2…

Thr… *Bristic somehow manages to get a shoulder up. Doyle is up again and glares at the referee as he picks up Bristic by the feet. Doyle quickly rolls Bristic over into a standing Boston Crab.*

Jimmy: Bristic is in trouble now. If he can’t get to the ropes it could be over.

Brutus: Don’t say that Jimmy. Hugh will get out of it. I know it.

*Hugh slowly is able to back Doyle up enough to get to the ropes. Doyle releases and picks up Hugh. Doyle puts Hugh in a fisherman suplex set up.*

Jimmy: Doyle could be going for the Dog Drop.

Brutus: Come on Hugh!

*Hugh blocks the fisherman lift with a foot wrapped around Doyle’s, and then when Doyle tries to hit it again as is custom and outmuscle Hugh, Hugh uses Doyle’s momentum and hits the Hot Shot. Hugh is on the mat and is gasping for air.*

Jimmy: HOT SHOT! What a last resort move from Hugh! Now both men are down.

Brutus: I told you Hugh had that move well scouted. Come on Hugh! GET UP!

*Both men get top their feet and Doyle goes after Hugh and Hugh hits his Patented High Front Dropkick. Hugh goes for another pin.*

1…

2…

Thre… *Doyle gets his shoulder up just in time. Hugh smacks the mat in anger and frustration.*

Jimmy: Hugh almost picked up the victory.

Brutus: How did Doyle have enough energy to kick out?

Jimmy: I don’t know Brutus. I guess it’s not a good idea to count out the Big Dog too soon now is it?

*Jimmy has a smirk on his face.*

Brutus: Don’t give me that smug look Jimmy. I will smack it off your face.

*Doyle and Hugh engage in another fist fight. Doyle kicks Hugh in the gut and then goes for the Dog Pound. Hugh tries to get out of it delaying Doyle going backwards. Then Hugh just bites his arm and Doyle releases. Then Hugh executes an arm swinging neckbreaker here (think JBL style).*

Jimmy: Hugh got out of the Dog Pound and just hit a swinging neckbreaker. He needs to capitalize to take full advantage.

Brutus: Don’t worry Jimmy. He will. After all he IS Harvard graduate you know.

*Hugh goes to pick up Doyle and gives Hugh a northern lights suplex into a pin. The ref counts.*

1…

2…

Three… *Hugh gets his shoulder up before the ref’s hand can hit the mat. Doyle is up and he’s arguing a slow count with the referee. Bristic is still out as Doyle finally returns his focus to the match. Doyle reaches down to pick up Bristic but Bristic grabs a handful of hair and rolls him up in a small package with a handful of tights. The referee slides down to make the count as Bristic wraps a toe around the bottom rope for good measure.*

1…

2… *Doyle is struggling frantically but Bristic’s got a good hold on Doyle’s tights and his foot is still hooked into the bottom rope.*

3!!! *Bristic quickly rolls off of Doyle and rolls out of the ring. Doyle is up right away and is livid as he argues frantically with the referee.*

Jimmy: What a match that was Brutus. Hugh managed to pull out another cheap victory.

Brutus: Like I told you, Hugh is very smart and does whatever it takes to win.

Jimmy: Well let's get on with the rest of tonight.

Brutus: Yeah, who knows what will come up next.


Jimmy Rollins: This next match pits two of the top teams in the IEW against each other in the Inner Circle and The Purge.


Brutus: That may be true, but I will say this, the better team will win tonight.


JR: For once you and I agree.


Brutus: You didn’t let me finish. The better team is The Purge.


JR: Should have known.


The Mic: This next match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a combined weight of six hundred and twenty pounds the team of Gulgamek and "The 7th Angel" Adam Chastane… THE PURGE!!!


*Chastane and Gulgamek make their way to ring side to a chorus of cheers from the crowd. They give fans at ringside high fives and shake hands as they make their way to the ring. They slide inside and await the arrival of their opponents.*


The Mic: And their opponents, at a combined weight of eight hundred and thirty pounds the team of Sicko and Hightower… INNER CIRCLE!!!


*The lights go out and Nirvana’s “Smell’s Like Teen Spirit” begins to play over the P.A. system. Sicko and Hightower make their impressive presence felt to a chorus of boos. They make their way to the ring and stare down their opponents. They climb the steps and Sicko climbs into the ring as Hightower looks around before stepping over the top rope and into the ring.*


Brutus: In sheer size alone Inner Circle will dominate this match.


JR: Well that’s why we have the matches to see if that is the case.


Brutus: Trust me, it is.


DING!! DING!! DING!!


*Hightower and Chastane start things off in the ring. The big man smiles as he sees Chastane square off against him. The two go to lock up but Hightower delivers a kick to the gut and then drops AC with a DDT. Hightower then pulls him back to his feet before slamming him back down to the mat.*


Brutus: Look at the dominance by Hightower in the early goings here.


JR: Well it is early and this match could be a long one yet.


*Hightower whips Chastane into the ropes and catches him with a sidewalk slam. He then hooks the leg for the cover.*






1!!






*Gulgamek comes into the ring and kicks Hightower in the head, breaking up the count. The referee forces Gulgamek back to his corner and Hightower calls in Sicko. The two men pull AC up and then hook him in and deliver a double chokeslam. Hightower heads out of the ring and slaps his hands together. Sicko makes the cover on AC and yells at the ref.*






1!!






Brutus: Looks like this match will be over right here.


JR: Sicko is not the legal man.


Brutus: There was a tag, I heard it.


JR: There was no tag and you know it.






2!!!






*AC shoots his left shoulder up breaking the count.*


Brutus: I can’t believe it, how did he kick out of that.


JR: Heart and resilience.


Brutus: Bah.


*Sicko yells at the ref for not counting fast enough. AC takes this opportunity to try and crawl to his corner. Sicko catches him before he can make the tag and irish whips him into the Inner Circle corner. Hightower holds hands up and steps aside as Sicko comes in with a splash. Sicko makes the tag to Hightower. Hightower comes in and quickly lays the boots to AC and then drops him with a DDT. Hightower then pulls AC up and signals for the Triple Decker. Hightower has Chastane and is going for a powerbomb when the crowd erupts. Up at the wrestlers’ entrance, The Titan appears and walks out to the edge of the ramp.*


Brutus: Listen to that crowd. Finally they understand. Finally they’ve seen the light that the Inner Circle has brought to the IEW.


Jimmy Rollins: I don’t think so, Brutus. I think their enthusiasm has got more to do with The Titan’s sudden arrival.


Brutus: What? What’s he doing here?


*Hightower looks up and releases Chastane. Hightower walks over to the ropes and begins shouting at The Titan who begins to walk down to ringside. Chastane uses the distraction to shake off the cobwebs and roll over to his corner to tag in Gulgamek. Gulgamek steps into the ring and as he does, Titan smirks and points behind Hightower. Hightower shakes his finger, “I don’t think so.” But Gulgamek quickly spins him around and begins laying into him with some vicious rights. Gulgamek then whips him into the ropes and lays him out with a big boot.*


Brutus: That’s not fair.


JR: What’s not fair?


Brutus: Titan just caused Hightower to get that little beating by Gulgamek.


JR: While I wouldn’t call any beating by Gulgamek little, Titan didn’t do a thing. It was Hightower who took his eyes off his opponent.


Brutus: Whatever.


*Gulgamek pulls Hightower back up and whips him into the ropes again. Hightower ducks a clothesline attempt and yells something at Titan as he goes off the ropes again. He then ducks a second clothesline attempt and before Gulgamek can react again Hightower levels him with a clothesline. Hightower then delivers kicks and stomps to Gulgamek as he stares directly at The Titan. He pulls Gulgamek up and hoists him into the air and delivers a huge chokeslam.*


Brutus: HANG TIME!!! Hightower has just won this match.


JR: Not yet he hasn’t, he still has to pin the man.


Brutus: It is all academic at this point.


*Hightower has Gulgamek flat on his back and he goes for the pin.*






1!!






*Titan immediately climbs up onto the apron and begins shouting at Hightower. The referee breaks the count as both he and Hightower look up at Titan. Titan points at Hightower then does a cutthroat. Hightower gets back up to his feet and marches over to Titan. The referee quickly impedes the process of Hightower and it’s all he can do to even slow the big man down. Gulgamek rolls back up to his feet. Titan sees this and hops down from the apron.*


Brutus: See! When it boils right down to it, The Titan is afraid of Hightower. He knows who the man is.


Jimmy Rollins: Some how I doubt that.


*Hightower leans over the ropes and shouts something at Titan then turns right into a running clothesline by Gulgamek that sends him over the top rope and down to the concrete. Titan picks up Hightower and quickly slides him back in to the ring. Gulgamek drags Hightower close to the corner and tags in Chastane. AC comes in and quickly hits a few stomps before climbing to the top rope. The big man pulls himself up and staggers for a second and then turns right into a dropkick from AC. Hightower is knocked back and before falling backs himself near his corner where Sicko tags himself in.*


JR: The bigger they are, the harder they fall.


Brutus: Yeah but he fell right into the tag thus negating any advantage Chastane may have had.


JR: Well that is a good point.


Brutus: Of course it was.


*Sicko and AC exchange blows back and forth. AC gains the upper hand and pushes Sicko back into a neutral corner before dropping him with a DDT. Sicko pulls himself up and is nailed by a superkick from AC. AC hooks the leg for the cover.*






1!!






Brutus: Come on Sicko, you can get out of this.


JR: You ever hear of impartiality?


Brutus: No.


JR: Didn’t think so.






2!!!






*Sicko kicks out and AC quickly gets back to his feet. He pulls Sicko back up and goes for an irish whip but Sicko reverses it and both men nail each other with a clothesline. Sicko and Chastane are down in the ring. Chastane is up first and begins crawling for Gulgamek to tag him in. Hightower sees this and goes to climb into the ring but is grabbed by the trunks by Titan. Titan pulls him right off the apron and as Hightower turns to face Titan, Titan levels him with a clothesline. Titan drags Hightower up and hoists him up in a crucifix. Showing a massive amount of strength, Titan walks over to the announcers’ table and sends Hightower down through it with a massive crucifix powerbomb. The announcer’s table is shattered but The Titan yells at Hightower.*


The Titan: This is far from over. You made a huge mistake jumping me and an even bigger mistake if you think I forgot about it. We’ll see who the real big man is here in the IEW and I can guarantee… it isn’t you. Welcome to hell Hightower and consider yourself welcomed by the dark lord himself.


*The Titan then makes his way away from ringside and back up the ramp as he exits the arena.*


JR: Look at the carnage here right in front of us.


Brutus: Why isn’t The Purge disqualified? This is not fair; Sicko is on his own now.


*Gulgamek stomps away at Sicko and AC joins in. The referee pulls AC away and yells at him to get back to his corner. Sicko takes this opportunity to deliver a low blow to Gulgamek. AC pushes past the ref and tries to get at Sicko but Sicko sidesteps him and catches him with a huge sidewalk slam. Sicko then hooks Gulgamek in and hoists him into the air and drops him down with a brainbuster.*


Brutus: He did it; he got the huge man up for Under the Big Top.


JR: I can’t believe it myself.


*Sicko hooks the leg for the cover.*






1!!






JR: No one other than Sicko is even moving at this point, I thin this one is over.






2!!!






Brutus: Didn’t I tell that Inner Circle would win this match? You should never doubt me.






3!!!!


DING!! DING!! DING!!


The Mic: And the winners of the match the team of Hightower and Sicko … INNER CIRCLE!!!


JR: They may have won the match, but I think the war between Hightower and Titan has just begun.


Brutus: Titan will get his soon enough.


JR: Look at this carnage here. Hightower, Chastane and Gulgamek have all been laid out and Sicko is the last man standing so to speak.

(The scene switches backstage, where Malachi, with his Light Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder, walks down a corridor looking focused and full of energy, causing a huge cheer from the crowd. After a few seconds he is joined by Jonah, who keeps up with his pace.)

Jonah: You ready?

Malachi: Yep.

Jonah: Focused?

Malachi: Hell yeah.

Jonah: Gonna give that stupid sonuvabitch EXACTLY what's coming to him?

Malachi: You bet your gorram ass I'm gonna take him through hell and back, then back again to make sure he got the message, and then back for a superb third time because by that time it'll have gotten funny to watch him really suffer! (he puts on his trademark smirk) And not only will I enjoy it, but so will the Malmeisters watching from around the world, especially the ones here tonight iiiiiiiiiiiin DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETROOOOIIIIIIIIT!! (the crowd goes crazy.) In other words, it's going to be an interesting match my friend, a VERY interesting match...

Jonah: (patting Mal on the shoulder) I never doubted that for a second my man. Now get out there and show everyone exactly why you are the Light Heavyweight Champion!

Malachi: (quite intense) You're damn right I will! In a few short moments, you and everything else is going to see that it really WILL..... be time to be redeemed...... 

(Malachi stops dead in his tracks, and thinks momentarily before smiling and shaking his head.)

Malachi: Listen to me, I'm sounding as serious as DoucheDragon wishes he was! And as such, I'll say it again...... IT'LL BEEEEE.... (the crowd chants along with him).... TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME TO BE REDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMED!!!....... get it?

(With his trademark smirk once again on his face, Malachi walks of camera as the scene returns to inside the arena.)

The Mic: The following is scheduled for one fall and it is for the IEW Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, making their way to the ring from Atco, New Jersey, they weigh in at a combined weight of 568 pounds, Magnum and Dream Man, THE DREEEEEEEEEAMMM TEEEEAAAAM!!

(The arena goes black as "Kashmir" by Led Zepplin starts up. Fog starts to come out of the entranceway and silver lights light up the entrance as Magnum and Dream Man makes there way out from behind the curtain. They walk slowly and calmly down to the ring. They get into the ring and stands there staring at the crowd. After a few seconds, Magnum steps onto the ring, grabs the top rope, puts his right leg on the apron and steps up and over the top rope as Dream Man slides into the ring and jumps onto the turnbuckle. Magnum climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms. They both step back and walk to their corner.)

Brutus: Look how focused the Dream Team are, they want those belts back in a big way, Jimmy!

JR: Well they've got quite a mountain to climb here, love them or hate them, Deth Squad is one of the best tag teams in the business.


Music: How Many People Wanna Kick Some Ass!!

(The song signifying the entrance of the new IEW Tag Team Champions begins 
to play over the P.A. system.)

The Mic: And from Sudbury, Ontario and weighing in at a combined weight of 
five hundred and nine pounds. They are the reigning IEW Tag Team Champions, 
Deth and Razor... DEEEEEEETH SQUAAAAAAAAD!!!

(Pyros shoot up from the entrance ramp and then Deth and Razor make their appearance wearing the IEW Tag Team Titles around their waist. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd of boos and cheers as they make their way to the ring. Deth and Razor arrogantly walk down the ramp, but never take their eyes of their opponents in the ring. They are very focused as they climb into the ring. They stand in the center and take of their belts and thrust them in the air as more pyros shoot from each of the four corner posts.)

JR: This should be quite a matchup, Deth Squad and Dream Team are almost evenly matched in terms of size and ability.

Brutus: I... I don't know who to root for in this one! Oh, the hell with it. (Takes a quarter out of his pocket, flips it in the air and catches it.) There, you see? Dream Team are gonna take this, the shiny quarter said so.

(Magnum and Deth circle each other, Deth chuckles confidently. Magnum calls for a lockup, and both men lock hands in a test of strength. They stalemate for a second, and then Magnum applies more force and pushes Deth to one knee. Magnum grins at him, and pushes him to the mat. Deth looks at Razor, then back to Magnum, and he climbs back to his feet and calls for another test of strength. Magnum obliges, and they lock up again, with the same result, Deth being pushed to one knee.)

Brutus: See, I told you!

JR: It's a little early to be calling the winner, Brutus.

(Deth pushes harder, and gets back to his feet, and knees Magnum in the gut. He grabs Magnum's face and drive it into his knee a few times, then grabs him in a facelock and hauls him over to the corner, where he reaches back and tags in Razor. He holds Magnum in a prone position so Razor can give Magnum a stiff kick to the ribs. Razor and Deth toss Magnum into the corner, and they both stomp him to the mat, laying the boots to him. The ref, Balls Brukowski, tells Deth to get out of the ring, and Razor gives Magnum a snapmare to take him to the mat and then locks in a side headlock. Magnum thrashes, and Razor tightens the hold. Magnum fights to escape the hold, pushing up to one knee, then to a standing position, and he pushes Razor to the ropes and drops him with a clothesline. Razor gets back up, into a big body slam. Magnum lifts Razor up, and presses him over his head before slamming him down to the mat.)

JR: Impressive display of strength by Magnum.

Brutus: New champions!

JR: Shut up, Brutus.

(Razor holds his butt as he crawls to his feet, and Magnum turns his back and taunts to the crowd, only to receive scattered boo's. Razor gives him a chop block to take out his knee from behind. Magnum holds his knee, in pain, and Razor stomps on it. Then he locks in a side leglock, twisting the knee painfully. Magnum yells, and tries to punch Razor, but Razor's head is just out of reach. Magnum reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, and Balls makes Razor break the hold. Razor does, and then he lays Magnum's leg across the bottom rope, jumps up in the air and comes down across Magnum's knee. Magnum holds his knee, and gives a yell of pain.)

JR: Smart thinking by Razor, to keep Magnum off his feet.

(Razor gets in Dream Man's face and taunts him, and Dream Man tries to come in the ring, but Balls restrains him. Behind him, Magnum is getting to his feet, and he tries to go for a big boot to Deth but he stumbles on his injured leg, Deth kicks him in the gut, and gives him a spinebuster as Razor runs off the ropes and drops a leg across the face of Magnum. Then he covers...)

1...




2... No, Magnum kicks out

JR: Come on, ref, how could you miss a guy the size of Deth entering the ring illegally?

(Deth is already back in his corner, and Razor stomps on Magnum's knee and tries to drag him back over to his corner, but Magnum kicks him off. Magnum tries to crawl over to his corner, but Deth comes running in and punches Dream Man in the face, knocking him off the apron. Balls tells Deth to get in his corner, and Deth just walks back to his corner innocently. While this is happening, Razor drags Magnum back in the center of the ring and applies an ankle lock. Magnum screams as he tries to push Razor off. Razor tightens the hold, and Magnum stretches to reach Dream Man, who's back on the apron and reaching out for Magnum's hand. Magnum can't quite reach, and then with a final shove he pushes Razor off and lunges in to tag Dream Man, and Dream Man starts peppering Razor with right hands as Balls is dealing with Deth, who's making a scene. Then, Balls turns around and sees Dream Man in the ring, and tells him to get out.)

Brutus: What? How could you miss that tag? Come on, ref, stop discriminating, you're holding the black man down!

JR: You know you're not allowed to say stuff like that, remember the court order?

(Razor goes back to stomping on the knee of Magnum, and he locks in a figure four leglock. Magnum screams, and struggles in the hold, but Razor has the hold in tight. Razor laughs, and grabs the ropes for added leverage. Balls sees him holding onto the ropes, and Razor looks at him like, "who, me?" Then, he grins innocently and lets go of the ropes, giving a shrug. Balls warns him about the ropes. While Razor is distracted, Magnum then rocks back and forth, then succeeds in turning over on his stomach, reversing the pressure. Razor screams, and he immediately breaks the hold. He massages his knee, as Magnum crawls on his elbows over to his corner and tags in Dream Man. Dream Man runs in the ring, nailing Deth with a dropkick as he gets into the ring, hitting Razor with a second dropkick, lifting Razor to his feet and dropping him with a neckbreaker, and then he screams something to the crowd.)

JR: Dream Man is on fire!

Brutus: Razor is obviously wishing this was a dream, man! (Snickers) See, his name's Dream Man, and...

JR: I get it, Brutus.

(Dream Man runs to the ropes, but when he gets close Deth yanks him by the hair, stopping his momentum. Dream Man punches Deth in the face, and Razor comes from behind Dream Man, pushing him to the ropes and then rolling him up with a bridge...)

1...



2... Kickout

(Razor curses, and he waits for Dream Man to get up. He lays into Dream Man with big right hands, and Dream Man reels back against the ropes. Dream Man stops Razor with a poke to the eye, and then a clothesline. Razor gets up, as Dream Man goes for a superkick, but Razor catches his foot, spins him around and then hits a short clothesline.)

JR: What a counter to the Ladykiller!

Brutus: Do we know exactly how many ladies he's killed with that, because he could be facing jail time...

JR: Um... none, Brutus.

(Razor lifts Dream Man to his feet, and gives him a spinning back kick to the midsection, followed by another, and then he flattens Dream Man with a dropkick catching him right in the face. Razor covers, hooking the leg...)


1...



2... 



3 Magnum breaks it up

Brutus: New... oh never mind.

(Magnum stomps on Razor while he's down, but then turns around right into a huge spear by Deth. Magnum gets to his feet, holding his midsection, and Deth comes in with a running big boot that nearly beheads him. Magnum rolls out between the second and bottom ropes to the outside, and Deth and Razor plant Dream Man with a double sidwalk slam. Deth points to the top turnbuckle, as Razor climbs up and comes off with a splash to Dream Man. Razor covers...)

1...





2... 





3 No Dream Man kicks out

Brutus: Whew, close one!

JR: Solid teamwork by the Tag Team Champions.

(Razor whispers something to Deth, and Deth laughs, climbs out of the ring and goes under the apron, pulling out a wooden table. The crowd pops a little bit. Suddenly, he is clubbed in the back by Magnum, who gives him a few more clubbing blows to the back, and then he wraps around his waist and rams him into the steel guardrail. In the ring, Razor is stomping on the midsection of Dream Man, and goes to pick him up but Dream Man trips him, pushing him so his head bounces off the middle turnbuckle. Dream Man then lifts Razor and punishes him with a back suplex, followed by dropping an elbow across his chest.)

Brutus: My God, that could end his career!

JR: Are you feeling alright?

Brutus: This is some good cough syrup!

(On the outside, Magnum is laying into Deth's head with right hand after right hand, and Deth sinks to his knees, then cripples Magnum with a low blow. Deth gets to his feet as Magnum is doubled over, and then he hits an ace crusher (aka stunner) on the prone Magnum.)

JR: Deth Strike! Deth Strike on the outside to Magnum!

(On the inside, Razor gets to his feet, only to turn around into a superkick from Dream Man. Dream Man drops into the cover.)

JR: He finally hits the Lady Killer, this could be it!

1...




2...




3 No Razor kicks out

(Dream Man curses, and he looks to the turnbuckle and calls for the "Wake Up Call". He climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Razor, who gets to his feet slowly. Dream Man is about to fly off the turnbuckle when Deth comes up on the apron and pushes him off the turnbuckle. Dream Man goes crashing to the mat, as Deth gets in the ring. Razor and Deth ready themselves, and Dream Man gets to his feet, and turns around right into a double superkick by Deth and Razor. Razor covers...)

JR: There it is, the Blade of Doom!

Brutus: New champions!

1...

JR: They are the champions you idiot!







2...






3 Magnum breaks it up

(Magnum clotheslines Deth out of the ring, and Razor comes at him only to be dropped by a big boot. Balls tells him to get out of the ring, but he jumps at Balls, and Balls backs away, intimidated. Magnum lifts Razor up, and drops him across the turnbuckle with a Snake eyes, then when Razor staggers back, Magnum drops him with a chokeslam. He pulls Dream Man over for the cover.)


1...







2...







3 No Razor just kicks out.

(Dream Man slowly rolls over and tags in Magnum, who comes in the ring confidently. He lifts Razor to his feet and whips him to the ropes, but Razor ducks and pulls down the top rope, and Magnum goes crashing to the outside. Magnum dusts himself off, and then Deth clubs him in the back of the head, and then grabs him and gives him a side Russian legsweep into the steel guardrail. Magnum holds the back of his head. In the ring, Dream Man tries to run out to help Magnum, but Razor clubs him in the back, wraps his arms around to set up an Unprettier, and then drops down, driving Dream Man's head into the mat with force.)

JR: The Gasher! The Gasher to Dream Man! 

Brutus: Umm... can I change my prediction?

(Deth rolls in the ring, lifts Dream Man in the air and drops him across his knee with a backbreaker, and then holds him in the backbreaker position as Razor climbs to the top rope, coming off with a leg drop just under the throat to Dream Man.) 

JR: And there's the Razor Blade! The champs are cooking on all cylinders! 

(Balls tells Deth to get out of the ring, and they argue for a second, as Magnum comes running in with a clothesline to Razor. Razor gets up, and Magnum gives him a big boot.)

JR: Well, they were...

Brutus: Never mind, I don't need to change my prediction.

(Magnum pins Razor, but Deth immediately breaks it up. Magnum gets up, and Deth gives him a big boot as Razor comes from under him with a rollup.)

1...







2...








3 No Magnum kicks out.

(Razor curses, Deth tells Balls that was 3. Balls tells him to get out of the ring. Deth ignores him, and then he waits for Magnum to get up and he gives him a flapjack as Razor brings him down with a neckbreaker. Razor covers...)


JR: D-Squad Breaker!!

Brutus: No new champions?

1...




JR: Doesn't look like it, Brutus...

2... 

(Dream Man tries to get in the ring, but Deth pulls him back out into the aisle and decks him.)





3!!

Ding Ding Ding

The Mic: Here's your winners, and still Tag Team Champions, Deth and Razor, the DEEEEEEEETH SQUAAAAAAAAAAAD!!

(Deth rolls in the ring with the belts, and hands one to Razor. Both men hold the belts high in the air. Dream Man, in disbelief, rolls in the ring, and Deth and Razor look at him, and then run over to start kicking and stomping on him. Deth rolls out of the ring and re-postions the table from earlier as Razor grabs Dream Man and tosses him to the outside. Deth delivers a kick to the gut and drops him with a stunner (Deth Strike))

JR: They already won the match, what are they doing.

Brutus: Making a statement.

(Razor pulls him back up and then tosses him back to Deth. Tanya has had enough, she tries to stop Deth, but Razor grabs her and tosses her to the ground roughly.)

Brutus: Hey! That's... kind of awesome actually.

JR: My god, they look like they are setting up for another D-Squad Breaker... on the outside.

Brutus: Even better, I think they are going to use that table.

(Sure enough Deth hoists Dream Man up and Razor drops him with the 3/4 turn neckbreaker through the table. Both men get back up laughing as they grab their titles)

JR: Good god they just put Dream Man through a table with a D-Squad Breaker!

Brutus: What carnage they left in their wake.

(Deth and Razor head up the ramp smiling and looking back at the carange they left in the ring and outside of it. The scene switches to a shot of Trevor Adams sitting on a chair in his locker room. The crowd boos loudly in the background. Hunched over in his chair he rocks back and forth subtley. His fists are clenched with rage as his arms start to shake. Suddenly in the background a door slams and Shayne Cross comes into the frame and the fans boo once again.)

Cross: It's almost time. Are you sure things are gonna be alright? I mean I won't be able to help yo...

(Adams looks up at Shayne with a glare. Not taking his eyes off his agent, Trevor slowly stands up and approaches Shayne.)

Adams: Am I ready? AM I READY?! Shayne I was born ready. There's only a few times in a man's life when rage builds to a point where he's liable to snap at a moment's notice. This is one of those times. I can sense him Shayne. I can feel him around Shayne. He can bring all the drama, all the theatrics, all the pirate bulls*it he wants and you know something? It doesn't matter. Why? Because in the end this is nothing more than a fight. Does it matter that he dropkicks

(He takes a long deep breath before continuing in a low monotone.)

Adams: Mackie has insulted the intelligence of the makers of this business for long enough. He fails to understand that the people that cheer him are the people that are misguided and that's a sad fact on today's society. They'd rather support low-life dirt bags who have absolutely nothing to cling to but the hopes and dreams of which they can never attain.

(He takes a long pause to collect his thoughts.)

Adams: Tonight... Tonight is when Mr. Mackie is exposed as the fraud he is. I'm not jealous of him. I'm not jealous of his fan fare. I've attained all I need to attain in this business and I did so long ago. I tried to help him. I tried to show him the way to become that champion he always wished he could be... and he threw it away. That was the final insult. The time for talking is done. Tonight the ring is going to run red with the blood of E.G. Mackie. Through it all I will come out with my belt, and still the IEW Intercontinental champion. I am the titan of tradition Shayne. Tonight E.G. Mackie is going to find out through hell or high water what it means to f*ck with tradition... 

(Adams glares at Cross for a moment before disappearing off the screen to the boos of the crowd.) 


The Mic: This match will be a Hangman Horror Match, where the first person to tap to a choke from any of the suspended dog collars will be the loser. The following match is for the Light Heavyweight Title, Introducing first hailing from Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia, Canada, weighing in at 200 pounds....DAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRK DRAGON!!!

Light music kicks in and a large desert is showed and the camera is panning across the surface and then it suddenly stops when the words "Whatever it takes!" is screamed by Sonny of P.O.D. and "Whatever It Takes" by P.O.D. kicks in and Dragon raises up from under the sand. Just as the scene goes to the arena from showing full screen of the entrance, fog is seen filling the arena during the calm part of the song and then bright white lights when the music kicks back in heavy and Dragon is showed making his way down to the ring and then rolls in under the bottom rope and then takes of his hooded zipper up sleeveless shirt and waits for Malachi to come to the ring.] 

Brutus: Here he comes Jimmy, the next IEW Light-Heavyweight Champion.

The Mic: Introducing next, the Light Heavyweight Champion, hailing from Wolverhampton, England, weighing in at 220 pounds...MAAAAAAAAAALACHI!!!

Brutus: Wolverton, I think he meant Pisswater, England.

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

Tina calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Malachi and DD circle each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Both look very intense. 

JR: Look at the intensity in both competitors eyes.

Brutus: Well I'm just glad we got to the Dominatrix match of the night.

JR: Dominatrix? What are you talking about.

Brutus: The choking, the leather collars, this is great.

Both men continiue circling one another then finally they spontaniously lock up in a collar elbow lock. Both men push, push, push, but go to a stalemate. Finally they break apart and look at each other. 

JR: Looks like their even on strength.

Brutus: Yes but not on looks. Malachi has a forehead like a "drive in movie theater".

Both men go for another lock up but Malachi ducks out of it at the last second then slaps the hell out of the back of DD's head.

Brutus: Dammit are these guys gonna wrestle or cat fight.

DD turns around angered, Malachi smirks. DD then begins unleashing a series of kicks and punches at Malachi. Malachi throws his arms up as he does his best to block every shot. After what seems to be a never-ending stream of attempts DD stops. Both men go back into stare mode, like mexican standoff style.

Brutus: Good God lets see some choking, some spanking, anything.

JR: Just let the match unfold Brutus.

Brutus: Well my God Jimmy, this type of match should come easy for Malachi, I mean the guy chokes his chicken everynight like it won't be there in the morning when he wakes up.

Both men go for another collar, elbow tie up but DD gives Malachi a knee to the gut. He flips over Mal's back and runs off the ropes which Mal floors him on the return with a back elbow. Mal then runs off the ropes and on the return he hops over DD who's on all fours. DD gets up, Then as Mal comes back off the ropes DD lands a nice standing dropkick. DD drops for a cover...

Brutus: This isn't a pinfall match-up dumbass.

JR: I thought you were pulling for DarkDragon in this one.

Brutus:.....Oh right. I rescend that last comment.

Tina reminds him that this is not a pinfall match up. DD pulls Mal to his feet and whips him into the ropes and return Mal takes him down with a flying forearm. Mal gets to his feet quickly, as does DD. DD comes running at Mal but is dropped by an armdrag, and he gets up, frustrated, and runs at Mal again, but is dropped by a back body drop. DD pulls himself up by the ropes, and Mal clotheslines him over the top to the outside. Mal holds his arms up, and receives a roar of approval from the crowd. DD gets to his feet on the outside, and Mal grips the ropes, and comes down on DD with a big suicide dive, taking both men down.

JR: It seems Malachi's come into this match with a new sense of intensity. Rightfully so after all Darkdragon's put him through in the past few months.

Brutus: Well think of all you've put me through since we took this job. I swear if it wasn't for a steady paycheck, I'd turn you in for nightly prostitution.

JR: I don't do that, my mom wouldn't allow... I mean, uh...

Malachi rolls DD back in the ring, and tries to put one of the collars around his throat, but DD elbows his way out of it. DD gives him a series of kicks to the midsection, followed by a roundhouse to the back of the head. Mal flings forward to rest, throat first, into the middle ropes. DD backs up, and gets a head of steam, before running in and running full force into Mal's back, hanging him up on the middle rope. Mal staggers out of the ropes, and drops to one knee, and DD runs off the ropes and hits a shining wizard.

JR: Dragon's Flight! 

DD takes one collar, and wraps the chain around Mal's throat, choking him with it. Tina checks to see if Mal's passed out, but he shakes his head no, and he fights to his knees, and to a standing position, slowly. Then, he runs backwards and rams DD's back into the turnbuckle. He does it again, and DD releases the chain, letting the collar drop to the mat. DD is laying in the corner, and Mal from the center of the ring, charges in for a spalsh, but DD moves out of the way. Mal hits the turnbuckle chest first, and he staggers back, and when he turns around DD comes at him with a spinning heel kick. Mal staggers back and falls through the middle and bottom ropes to the outside.

JR: I think that took his head off!

Brutus: Why do you say that, his head looks like it's still there...

Mal picks himself up, and DD stomps him in the back. He grips Mal's hand, and irish whips him into the steel steps, hard enough to dislodge them a few feet. Mal holds his shoulder, and DD lifts him up, hitting a few knees to the midsection. Then, he lays Mal's back across the steel guardrail, and goes to pick up one section of the steps. He manevuers the steps to a certain spot, then backs up almost to the beginning of the aisle, then charges full steam, uses the steps as a springboard, and comes off with a flying wheel kick, taking them both into the crowd.

JR: Darkdragon with a version of Malachi's own Death from Above!

DD is clubbing Mal in the back, and they're going deeper into the crowd. DD hits some elbow strikes to Mal's face, Mal fights back with big right hands of his own, DD cuts him off with a knee to the midsection. An old man, using a cane, comes walking by, and DD yanks his cane from him, causing the old man to slip and fall. DD chuckles, and holds the cane, but before he can turn around, Mal takes a fan's beer bottle and smashes it over DD's head. Then he takes another nearby fans' popcorn bucket and dumps it over DD's head. DD, blinded by the bucket over his head, swings wildly with punches, hitting nothing but air. Malachi comes in and superkicks DD right in the bucket and DD goes falling back, as behind him the old man is on all fours, and DD trips over him and falls on his butt. Mal helps the old man up, giving him back his cane.

JR: What a sweet gesture by Malachi. 

Brutus: Please don't sound so gay.

Mal takes the bucket off DD's head and lifts him to his feet. DD is cut in several places from the bottle. Mal gives him a few right hands to take them further into the crowd,and eventually they wind up disappearing from the camera's view. Tina chases after them.

JR: This match is technically falls count anywhere... it's all legal until somebody gets choked out.

Brutus: We need to get a camera crew to follow them, pronto!

The scene cuts backstage, as a cameraman comes running up to DD and Mal, who are still fighting back and forth with punches. Mal grips DD's hair and slams his face into the wall, once, twice... on the third time DD blocks it and elbows Mal, then grabs Mal by the hair and slams his face into the wall in retaliation. He looks around, and picks up a trash can, and bashes it over Mal's head, then tosses the trash can to the side. Mal falls to the floor, holding his head, as DD walks off screen.

Brutus: Where's he going now?

The sound of an engine reving up can be heard in the distance.

Brutus: What the hell? What is he going to do --

Suddenly, DD comes back, driving a golf cart down the hallway at top speed. He's looking to run Mal over with the golf cart, but Mal rolls out of the way at the last second. The golf cart crashes into the wall with a lot of force, and DD's head bounces off the steering wheel. 

JR: Oh My God, DarkDragon just triued to decapitate Malachi with a golf cart.

Brutus: That would have been awesome, wouldn't it. 

JR: Awesome? Geez Brutus listen to yourself.

Brutus: Oh come on Jimmy, that just sounds funny as hell, death by golf cart.

Brutus laughs.

Mal has now disappeared from the camera's view.

JR: Now what is Malachi up to?

Mal comes back into the scene dirving a nearby forklift. While DD is still stunned from the crash, Mal drives a forklift stashed with wood pallets, looking to ram the load into the golf cart. DD rolls out of the cart just in time, as the pallets smash the cart's roof. DD climbs up on top of the pallets, and tries to reach into the forklift to grab Mal, but Mal brings the pallets up so that DD's head smacks on a hanging light.

JR: This match certainly has been innovative. 

Brutus:Yeah...thats unuaual for a Malachi match, Malachi's intelligence span doesn't usually make for a decent match.

JR: There you go again, understimating great wrestlers. Malachi though cocky, puts on incredible matches. You have to give him that Brutus.

Brutus: I refuse to give him any credit.

Malachi brings the pallets down a bit then shuts the forklift off. Malachi climbs to the pallets top and pulls DD up into a german suplex position. He then german supplexs DD off the top of the pallets and onto the hood of the golf cart down below. DD bounces off the golf cart hood and lands on the concrete floor. Malachi climbs down.

JR: My God what a sickening thud!

Brutus: I have to say atleast this match has speed up since its beggining. However they can tap dance backstage all they want, but ultimately we won't have a winner until somebody gets choked out in the ring.

JR: An unsually good point by you Brutus.

Brutus: Thanks....HEY!!!

Malachi picks DD to his feet and with that he proceeds to whip DD face first into a nearby abandoned popcorn vender glass side. The glass spider webs, as DD's head stays leaned to the glass. Suddenly Mal comes in with a HUGE superkick to the back of DD's head which shatters it through the glass.

From the arena we can hear a BIG OHHHHHHHHHH!!!

JR: Oh my God, what a shot. I don't know if I've ever seen Malachi this intense in a match before.

Brutus: Well I guess every blind woman can find her panties from the droor everyonce in awhile.

JR: What?

Brutus: Ahhhhhh nothing, I wouldn't expect you to comprehend the analogy Jimmy, you and Mal probably share classrooms in America's school for retards.

Mal looks over to see an empty milkcart nearby. He rolls it over and slumps DD over top it. DD's face is badly busted open with blood everywhere. Malachi rolls DD down the hall and the scene cuts back to the arena.

Brutus: Now where are they going. I hope Malachi isn't rolling Dark dragon to his dressing room. becausr if so, Dark Darkdragon will choke out on his own vomet once he see's Mal's collection of woman's g-strings.

JR: You really don't like Malachi do you.

Brutus: I like very few people Jimmy. It wouldn't suprise me if some of the g-strings we're yours.

JR (irritated): Back to the match sha'll we.

Malachi rolls DD out into the entrance ramp. He smiles to the fans, gets a running start then releases the milk cart as it flings down the ramp with DD on the top and smacks into the ring. DD spills off to the concrete floor as half his body rolls under the ring apron.

JR: It looks like Mal has gotten a strong hold on the match now. 

Mal comes walking a bit more comfortably and more arrogantly down the ramp.

Brutus: Look at that arrogant ass, yep your right, I really don't like him.

The crowd builds into a "MALACHI" chant.

Mal reaches DD as he grabs his feet and pulls him from underneath the apron. DD has a fire extinguisher in his hands and he sprays it into Malachi's face. Malachi wipes his eyes profusely, DD gets to his feet, then bust the extinguisher into the forehead of Malachi, taking him off his feet. 

JR: DarkDragon pulled a suprise out on that one.

Brutus: Thank God, thats all we needed was for Malachi to get anymore cocky, he needs a few reality checks.

DD then goes back under the apron and smiles as he pulls a kendo stick from under. Malachi gets to his feet and DD comes in with a vicious shot to his back. Mal bends back with pain. The crowd adds an OHHHHHHH effect. DD brings another shot to his back and another, finally putting Mal to his knees. Mal then brings another shot to Malachi's head which snaps it backwards. DD holds the kendo stick by both ends and brings it down over Mal's head snaping it in half. Mal slumps foward to the floor. DD pulls Mal to his feet. Mal is now bleeding from the skull. DD then rolls Mal into the ring. He drags him over to one of the collars and wraps the collar around Mal's neck. DD then runs off the opposite ropes and baseball slides into Malachi which flings him to the outside where the chain stiffens through the ropes choking Malachi.

The crowd shoots into a mixed reaction.

JR: Oh my God! This may be it for Malachi.

Brutus: One could hope but Mal is like a dry pimple that won't bust.

Malachi staggers his feet around and around while desperately dangling on the chain. DD meanwhile climbs outside of the ring so that he is in front of Malachi. DD grabs a person's popcorn and begins eating it while he smiles at his handy work.

JR: Thats just sickening. How can a man eat food while he watches another man choke to death.

Brutus: Relax Jimmy, he's just enjoying the show, just as I am and just as you should.

A huge "MALACHI" chant breaks out. Tina is asking if Mal just wants to give, but he does not answer. 

JR: Come on Mal don't do this to yourself, just quit.

Mal with everything he's got gets his body back up on the ring apron to relieve most of the pressure. Finally with much effort he does. He begins trying to unbuckle the collar from his throat.

JR: He did it, I can't believe he did it.

Brutus: Dammit!

Darkdragon comes in with a few right hands to the face before Mal can get fully out of the collar. He pulls Mal out so his head is hanging halfway out into the aisle, and then DD climbs to the top rope and hits a 450 leg drop across the throat. Mal and DD spill out into the aisle, and the crowd gives a little OOOOHHHHHHH.

JR: You've got to give it to him, Darkdragon is creative in his destruction.

Brutus: I already knew this Jimmy, so nice of you to join the club.

DD gets to his feet after a brief moment and picks Mal to his feet. DD then rolls Mal into the ring. DD grabs the collar chain and folds it. Mal gets to all fours. DD then whips the chain across his back. The crowd reacts "OHHHHHHHHH". He whips again and again, then once more. Mal's back bleed's with welps.

JR: My God what sickening thuds with that chain.

DD pulls Mal to his feet and drops him back down quickly with a ddt. DD then rolls to the outside and flings up the ring apron.

JR: Now what?

He searches, searches, searches....He pulls out a small black sack. The crowd pops.

Brutus: Yes, thinks those are what I think they are.

JR: What? Where did you learn your grammar?

Brutus: Quiet Jimmy, this could be good.

DD slides back into the ring. He smiles, unties the bag and pours a load of thumb tacs out.

Brutus: YES!!! I knew it!

JR: this match has gottten brutal. No doubt these two men, have absoulutely no remorse for one another.

Brutus: perhaps it's just Malachi's turn TOOOOOOO BEEEEE REEEEEEDDDD....

DD pulls Mal to his feet. He staggers a bit, DD then hooks him for another ddt. DD springs off the ropes attemtping a tornado ddt but Mal locks his arms around DD's waist, haulting the momentum, Mal then nails DD with a Matt Hardy style "Side Effect" onto the tacs.

JR: Oh my God! DarkDragon went for the Deja Vu and went through the tacs instead.

Brutus: No, Malachi was supposed to go through the tacs.

DD bounces to his knees with an arched back and a face of obvious pain, before he just slumps back to the mat. His back has scattered tacs on it. Mal lays motionless to catch a breather

JR: This match has taken a turn for the worse.

Brutus: And by that you mean more entertaining. Still Mal should be in the tacs though.

JR: Some of us Brutus appreciate the art of wrestlling and it's competitors. If things continue these men are liable to kill one another.

Brutus: You are such a whimp.

JR: Brutus......

Mal gets back to his feet slowly. He waits and waits... DD uses the ropes to pull himself slowly to his feet. As he turns Mal charges and hits a hurricarana that flings DD through the middle ropes and to the outside. DD gets to his feet on the outside as he staggers into the entrance ramp. Mal comes in pursuit as he clubs DD across the back. Mal pulls DD around and hits some right fists, both men spill up to the stage. Mal goes to whip DD into the metal base legs of the IEW-Tron, but DD reverses and sends Mal into the base legs. As Mal staggers off the legs DD boots him in the gut and nails him with a "Twist of Fate".

JR: Dragon's Rage!!! DarkDragon is fighting back now. Both of these men are fighting with resiliency, this match has been back and forth to say the least.

Brutus: Well DarkDragon has defiantely been resilient but I don't know about Malachi.

JR: What?

DD gets to his feet as he begins picking tacs out of his back. There are scattered spots of blood filling his back. Suddenly DD looks at the IEW-Tron as he follows it's structure with his head.

JR: Why is he looking at the IEW-Tron like that?

Brutus: Maybe he's just admiring his face on the screen.

DD then smiles as he begins climbing the metal legs of the IEW-Tron. He gets to the metal base were he stands in front of the screen.

JR: What the...

Malachi stands as he looks around for DD and doesn't see him.

JR: Look up Malachi!

Brutus: This could be interesting.

Mal finally looks up just in time to see DD fly off with a cross-body from the IEW-Tron, as he connects with Mal both men stagger backwards to the metal floor on impact as their impact flings them off the side of the stage and to the floor.

JR: OH MY GOD!!!

Brutus: That was awesome!

JR: Both men may be broken in half.

The crowd breaks into a "HOLY SHIT" chant. Both men lay motionless for a few moments before they begin to stir. DD is the first to stagger to his feet as he slowly staggers his body back onto the entrance ramp. Mal shortly follows.

JR: I don't know how ladies and gentlemen these two men got up after a fall like that, but they did.

Brutus: thats right, only in the IEW baby!

Both men are on the entrance ramp now with staggered footing. DD connects with a right. Mal returns with a right of his own, DD fires another right, followed by another by Mal, then another by Mal, finally with another big right hand, Mal takes DD off his feet as DD rolls a little ways down the ramp. Mal then lifts DD to his feet as he rolls him back into the ring. Mal slides back in. Mal then lifts DD back to his feet, but DD breaks out with a flurry of elbows, staggering Mal back into the ropes. DD then runs off the opposite ropes and on the return he goes for a jumping enziguri that Mal ducks. DD gets back to his feet as he turns Mal boots him in the gut and nails a modified L-shaped cutter. Both men are down.

JR: THE FALLOUT!!! He hit the Fallout out of nowhere.

Tina checks on both men as they lay beaten and exhausted. Malachi stirs first. Suddenly with burst of adrenaline Mal springs to his feet. He then pulls off his non-sleaved top and throws it into the crowd, pumping up the crowd with the excitement. The crowd builds into a "MALACH" chant. DD then begins to stir a bit. Mal grabs DD's arm and drags him over to the nearest dog collar and chain. Mal wraps DD's neck into the collar.

JR: DarkDragon's in the collar.

Brutus: No it can't end right here, not like this.

Mal then pulls DD to his feet, grabs the back of his head and goes to toss him over the top rope with collar and chain applied. However, DD grips the top rope and resists. He flings some elbows and staggers Mal back a bit. DD turns and Mal lands a standing dropkick that sends DD over the top rope, however DD catches himself on the apron. Mal then runs up the second turnbuckle, jumps over the top rope and hits DD with a huge flying lariat,. DD drops to the apron and flops off as the chain catches and DD begins to choke. Mal lays on the cement floor, exhausted.

Tina climbs out to ask DD if he submits.

JR: DARKDRAGON'S CAUGHT!!! HE'S CHOKING OUT!!!

Brutus: NOOOOOOOO!!! GET OUT OF DARKDRAGON, YOU HAVE TOO!!!

Tina continues to ask DD if he gives and he will not oblige. He trys to fight out of it. He grips the collar, kicks his feet, He does everything he can to get out. Finally after too long his eyes begin to fade out as he begins fade to nothing.

JR: Just submit DD, and it's over.

Brutus: No, don't do that. Don't let Malachi win this one.

Finally Tina calls the bell as DD is barely concious.

DING DING DING

The Mic: The winner of this match and still the Light Heavyweight Champion...MAAALAAAAACHI!!!

Tina gets the collar off DD as he just flops to the canvas floor. Malachi pulls himself up on the apron and rolls into the ring.

Brutus: I can't believe it. The brit pulled it off. This is a travesty Jimmy.

JR: Both men deserve their credit, they fought hard. Give DarkDragon his props, he didn't submit even when being choked to death, he didn't submit. H ehas alot to be proud off.

Brutus: Well I'm sorry Jimmy, I just don't see a brightside to this like you do. 

Tina hands Malachi the belt. He celebrates by standing on each of the 
turnbuckles, raising the LHW title up for the recognition of the crowd. Then 
after he looks over at a broken and defeated DD (and putting on his 
trademark smirk as he does so) he then heads up the ramp, holding the 
LHW title up proudly, greeting fans as he goes.

Brutus: Look at that cocky SOB, I'm telling you Jimmy, one day somebody is gonna put that Brit back into reality.

JR: Well it won't be this day Brutus. That was an incredible match and we still have quite a show lined up still.



Jimmy Rollins: We’re nearing the end of this wonderfully spectacular card and the action just keeps getting better and better.

Brutus: Right you are Jimmy, and up next we’ve got a match up for the Anarchy Championship.

Jimmy Rollins: These matches are always exciting, if not brutal.

Brutus: I wonder what the stips will be tonight. All I know is that there’s a ton of debris in the ring and you know how much I like props.

The Mic: The following contest is AN INFERNO MATCH FOR THE IEW ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP. On his way to the ring… standing at 6’9”, he weighs in at 269 pounds…. LION!!!

(Lights go low.)

“We’re livin’ in Extreme Days!”

"Extreme Days", by Toby Mac begins to play, at the same time; video shows a gazelle eating the grass.*

“Comin’ at ya like a whirlwind
A hundred miles an hour’s where we’ll begin
I spy the eye of apprehension
Show me the risk and you’ll get my attention.

Come on, can ya take it
Bang to the bip I make ya wanna flip
Take my trip and you can bust your lip

I never fear cause I live fearless
Don’t even think for a second you can get with this

Come on, I never fake it, come on
THESE ARE EXTREME, …”

(The lights come up and a huge one-shot blast of pyro erupts, at the same time, a lion grabs a gazelle and drags it to the ground choking it. Lion then enters the arena at a slow focused pace dressed in a black hooded trench coat, as the video shows Lion doing his finishers on various opponents. Lion, then climbs atop the apron and enters the ring over the rope one leg at a time. Then moves to the center of the ring where he places his hands over his face and as his fingers curl his teeth start showing as if he is about to scream.)

“Got hip to Kiss and I tripped on Zeppelin
So Mr. Therapist, ‘Why did I go this direction?’
God had a plan to end all my schemes
I had a dream He said to be… EXTREME!”

(Then he looks like he roars as he stretches his arms with his fists clenched and his face facing upward and throughout the entire arena a lion’s roar bellows out of the speakers. Lion, from beginning to end of when he looks like he is roaring, an explosion of various pyro goes off all around him and black flames flare up from the entrance ramp and turnbuckles, at the same time, the video shows Lion's evil new attitude which still includes clips of Lion putting both Contours through two different tables. Lion is shown brutalizing his opponents. There is even a clip where it shows the Lion everyone knows and loves then claw slashes rip it to shreds in the video. Lion takes off the hood. Lion has a sadistic look.) 

Brutus: Lion is the most violent man in IEW history and the Anarchy division is certainly the place for
him.

Jimmy Rollins: Really? I think the insane asylum would be a better place.

Brutus: You better not let him hear you say that.

The Mic: And now coming to the ring. He stands at 6’5” and weighs in at 230 pounds… the Anarchy Champion… CROC!!!

(The lights dim and a green fog covers the arena as "Welcome to the Jungle" plays in the background. Crocodile enters the arena just as the music starts rocking, accompanied by a few strobe light flashes, as in a strike of lightning. He wears green and black face paint along with a crocodile-head-shaped headdress with a scaly cape attached. 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 protrude out of the four turnbuckles. 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. The flame igniter thing lowers around the ring as Croc stands on the opposite side of the ring. Then when the igniter is started up and the flames rise up. And the flames reflect in Lion’s eyes as his demeanor remains unchanged. Lion slowly takes off the trench coat and a black case on a belt is revealed on Lion’s person. Lion holds the trench coat over the ring apron and it catches fire. Lion brings it close and gazes at the flames as they engulf the coat before tossing it towards Croc. It lands in front of Croc as it continues to burn. Then Lion opens the black case and pulls out a mostly wrapped barbwire wrapped bungee rope and smiles sadistically at Croc. Then with a free hand he undoes the belt and tosses it to the side.)

Jimmy: OH MY! Lion brought THIS kind of weapon into this match.

Brutus: Lion’s using his brains. Lion knows what he’s doing in these kinds of matches. Croc didn’t expect this from Lion now did he?

Jimmy: That’s an underhanded trick. Croc is a battered and broken man and Lion intends on doing more damage.

(Tina Garcia calls for the bell and this one is under way. Lion rushes in and goes for a clothesline that Croc ducks. Croc immediately locks up with Lion and drives a boot in Lion’s midsection. Croc whips Lion off the ropes. Lion hits the ropes and flames shoot up but Lion is only scorched. Lion comes back and takes Croc down with a big boot. Lion drags Croc up and whips him off the ropes. Croc is scorched and winces then comes back into a Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker by Lion. Lion is setting a furious pace here and looks like a man possessed. Lion quickly climbs up to the top rope, braving the flames, and comes down with a frog splash. Croc sees it coming and rolls out of the way and Lion gets nothing but canvas. Croc takes a little to get back up.)


Jimmy Rollins: Lion is out of control and it’s that recklessness that just cot him his early momentum.

Brutus: He’s just doing his best to take it to Croc. He’s the king of extreme baby.

Jimmy Rollins: King or not, if he doesn’t start thinking things through, he’s not going to wrestle that belt away from Croc tonight. (Croc drags Lion up and whips him off the ropes. Lion is singed again and is then devastated by a big spinebuster by Croc. Croc drags Lion up and hooks him in an octopus stretch. Lion begins to struggle furiously but Croc is straining with all his might to hold Lion in it. Lion’s struggles become less frantic and Croc keeps applying the pressure. Lion begins to fade as his head begins to drop but it’s then that Croc releases him, exhausted from his struggle with
Lion earlier on. Lion has slumped down to the mat while Croc hunches over to catch his breath. Croc then goes back on the attack and drags Lion back up to his feet. Croc drags Lion over to the corner and hoists him up on the top rope.)

Brutus: What the hell is Croc trying to do? Bore us to death? This is a hardcore match! Break out the weapons!

Jimmy Rollins: Croc is just trying not to get burned alive here and this bit of technical wrestling has taken Lion completely off guard.

Brutus: Not for long it won’t!

(Croc climbs up with him but Lion gets some life back and lands a fist to the forehead. Croc replies with a fist to the ribs. Lion with another punch that’s replied to by Croc again. Lion with another punch… then another. Lion finally shoves Croc down from the turnbuckle and down to the canvas. Lion stands up on the top turnbuckle himself, now and flies off with an elbow drop. The back of Lion’s tights look scorched from the flame but the referee is allowing the match to continue. Lion rolls off of Croc and goes back up top again. Lion waits this time for Croc as he slowly gets back to his feet. Croc turns to face Lion, who flies off with a clothesline, nearly decapitating Croc in the process. Croc rolls right back up to his feet and glares down at Croc sadistically.)

Jimmy Rollins: Lion has turned things around here with some tremendous high flying maneuvers.

Brutus: That’s why he should be the Anarchy Champion and after tonight, he will be once more.

Jimmy Rollins: We’ve got a long ways to go, yet, before that happens, Brutus.

(Lion drags Croc up and takes him right back down with a backbreaker drop. Lion then goes to a table in the ring and sets it up. He then picks up a can of lighter fluid, located in the ring and douses the table with the fluid. Croc begins to stir but Lion drives him back down to the canvas as he slams the lighter fluid tin to the back of Croc’s head. Lion drags Croc up and sets him up for a powerbomb, then points to the table. Croc is not totally out of it, though, and tries to counter with a back body drop.)

Brutus: Uh-oh. Looks like that Croc… or should I say snake, was just playing possum.

Jimmy Rollins: You sound like you just came back from a petting zoo.

Brutus: Maybe, but those two animals in the ring bite back!
(Lion’s feet come off the ground and his eyes almost bulge out of his head. In a desperation move he drives an axehandle into the small of Croc’s back. Lion delivers another… then another and he finally forces Croc to drop Lion back down to the canvas. Lion resets for the powerbomb and this time, gets Croc up. With his free hand, Croc hits the table, knocking it over extinguishing the flame, then takes Lion down with a hurricanerana. Lion lands back first into the protruding table legs and is in obvious pain. 
Croc gets back up and walks back a few steps. Flying knee drop by Croc. Croc is back up and he grabs Lion’s legs and quickly hooks in a Texas cloverleaf.) Jimmy Rollins: What a save by Croc! He was almost burnt to a crisp! Brutus: Yes, but now Lion’s back is injured by that bad fall! Jimmy Rollins: It looks to be, and Croc has wasted no time at all, focusing his attack on the damaged area. (Croc finally releases the hold and drags Lion back up to
his feet. Lion pokes Croc in the eye, breaking Croc’s grip then heads over towards a trash can lid. Croc heads over to Lion but Lion comes up and swings the lid as he does. Lion then throws the lid right into Croc’s stomach. Lion then heads towards a blowtorch located in the ring and with a sadistic grin he lights it. The fans are trying everything to encourage Croc to get up as Lion admires the hot, blue flame. Lion goes over to Croc to light him on fire but at the last second, Croc uses the trash can lid as a shield.) Brutus: Lion was about to burn Croc but he couldn’t get past the shield.
Jimmy Rollins: Excellent awareness shown there by the champ.

Brutus: Soon to be ex-champ.

(Croc gets back up to his feet as the focus of the blowtorch begins glow red from the heat. Croc then kicks Lion in the groin causing Lion to drop to his knees and in the process drop and extinguish the blowtorch. Croc then drops the lid and shakes his hand as he blows on it. Croc drags Lion up and sets him up for a DDT. Lion quickly drops to his knees and delivers a low blow of his own to drop Croc to the canvas. Lion stays on his knees for a while to catch his breath then gets back up very slowly. Lion drags Croc back up as well then grabs him around the neck. Lion hoists Croc into the air but Croc delivers an elbow to the back of the head then drags Lion down into an armbar.)

Jimmy Rollins: Lion went for his patented Lionslam there but Croc read it then countered spectacularly!

Brutus: That was a good counter. These two men know each other than they know themselves. It’s going to take something pretty special to end this one tonight.

Jimmy Rollins: I agree.

(Lion powers out of the armbar then levels Croc with a short armed clothesline. Lion is looking savagely frustrated as he heads back towards his initial corner. Lion picks up his barbed wire wrapped bungee cord and heads back to Croc. Croc is up on one knee now but is back on to Lion. Lion wraps that bungee cord around Croc’s neck. Croc is trying, with all his might, to keep the cord away from his neck but Lion eventually overpowers him and the barbed wire sinks in to Croc’s neck. Croc scrambles around with his hands on the canvas and finds a barbeque lighter and a bottle of Jack Daniels. Croc opens up the Jack Daniels and takes a swig.)

Jimmy Rollins: Croc seems to be celebrating a victory a little prematurely here.

Brutus: Ha! The pain is proving to much so the man’s trying to deaden his senses!

Jimmy Rollins: I wonder what Croc is planning by drinking some hard liquor.

(Croc lights the barbeque lighter then blows flame right into Lion’s face. Lion immediately drops the cord and protects his face from the flame. Croc takes another swig from the bottle then levels Lion with the Jack Daniels bottle. Lion is now soaked with booze and is reeling from the shot from the heavy glass bottle. Croc puts the barbeque lighter back up to his face but Lion hits a standing dropkick on Croc in desperation, knocking the whiskey out of his mouth and putting Croc flat on his back in the process. Lion goes back to the table from before and rights it. He then finds another can of lighter fluid and douses the table with it.)

Jimmy Rollins: This has been a crazy seesaw affair but right now Lion looks to be going for the checkmate.

Brutus: Was there ever any doubt. Croc was just holding on to that belt for Lion, and now Lion is ready to take it back.

Jimmy Rollins: But the question is; is Croc ready to give it back.

(Lion finds another can of lighter fluid and pours that all over the table too, for good measure. Lion drags Croc into the corner then carefully scales up to the top turnbuckle. Lion picks up Croc and goes for another powerbomb. Croc over rotates then takes Lion down onto the burning table with an X-Factor. Lion slams through the burning table, igniting his whiskey sodden body. Lion is immediately engulfed in flames and Garcia calls for the bell.)

The Mic: The winner of this bout… and STILL IEW ANARCHY CHAMPION… CROC!!!?

Brutus: I’m in shock!

Jimmy Rollins: The EMT had better be quick about getting in there and putting Lion out.

(The flames around the ring are immediately doused and an EMT, all carrying fire extinguishers, quickly climb into the ring and put Lion out. Garcia raises Croc’s hand and hands him the belt. Croc then climbs out of the ring and begins to walk up the ramp. Once Lion has been put out, he picks up his bungee cord and rushes out of the ring after Croc. Croc turns but too late and is speared down to the floor by Lion. Lion straddles Croc and wraps the cord around Croc’s neck. Lion begins yanking and thrashing on the cord for all that he’s worth, trying desperately to sink the barbed wire into Croc’s neck. Security quickly runs out and drags Lion off of Croc.)

Brutus: The man was burned alive and still has the energy to take Croc down.

Jimmy Rollins: He is one sadistic bastard and needs to be stopped once and for all.

Brutus: You can’t stop him Jimmy. You can only run.



(The camera once again switches to the set of the Baku’s Back Game Show, and George Jeeves is standing right in the middle of the set.)

George: We’re back folks and we are ready to go! Remember the rules? We’ll here’s another question! Does Baku love or hate. . .Matt Rison? 

(Ivy once again outbeats Abraham with her buzzer.)

Ivy: Bakuryu does not like Rison.

(DING DING DING)

George: Right once again! My oh my, Ivy, you are one true Baku-maniac! Baku, what do you have against Rison?

Baku: Well it’s been a never-ending war between me and Rison ever since I shook his hand.

(Bakuryu shudders.)

George: Ohhhh! Not many people have made that mistake!

Baku: True. Ever since then, I’ve been retaliating at him and he’s been returning the favour with sandblasters and such things.

George: Wow. Those two really hate each other! Next question: Does Baku love or hate. . . Rizzo?

(Ivy does not have the time to hit the buzzer because Abraham was hitting at his way before the question was asked.)

George: Uh…. Abraham?

Abraham: Well… I, uh, don’t . . . know?

(DING DING DING)

George: That’s right! Baku doesn’t know either!

Baku: Well yeah, I mean, as much as I hate Rizzo, I still can’t help the fact that over the times we’ve hit each other with steel chairs and such, I’ve become quite accustomed to him. He’s like that friend you can’t help but tussle with, even though you like him. 

George: Okay! Well, next question: Does Bakuryu love or hate Tommy Contour, aka Mr. Showtime?

(Ivy this time hits the buzzer even faster than Abraham can bash at it.)

Ivy: Love. Both are good friends!

(DING DING DING)

George: That’s cor—rect? Baku? What are you saying?

Baku: I don’t like Contour. Not anymore, man. I mean, before my. . . hiatus. . . he was one of my best friends. Now look at him! He’s changed. And I don’t like that. I just wish he’d--

( Before Baku and finish his sentence, Tommy “Showtime” Contour walks onto the stage with Reverend Rougeau behind him, carrying the “Script of Life”. While Reverend Rougeau wears his usal black jeans and shirt along with his minister collor, Tommy sports his new T-shirt which has his face on it and the logo underneath it says “The Face of The Messiah, The Face of The Savior, The Face of The Future! Director-ism!”)

Tommy: Well, well well! Look who's here Rougeau! Isn't my dear old chum, Bakuryu! How ya doing? Havn't seen you for a while now. How long as it been?...two years I belive. Yeah, that's right, TWO very long years. Matter a fact, I havent heard a word about you, have I Baku? Hell, I don't think anybody has. So tell me Baku, tell good old Tommy what you've been up to?

George: A very good question! Baku?


( Baku slighty lowers his head and avoids eye contact with Tommy)

Tommy: What's wrong? Um? Did I ask something I shouldn't have? Have I hurt the feelings of the great Bakuryu? To be frank , I don't care about your feelings. But you still have yet to answer my question. Where were you? Certainlly wasn't here in the IEW because while I single handely sold out entire staidums due to my unbeliveable wrestling ability and was spreading the holy word of Director-ism, you couldn't even get a part time job severing rice and egg rolls!

George: Ooooooooh, that had to hurt! Baku, what's your repsonse?

(Baku bites his lips and runs his hand thorugh his hair now looking down at the ground)

Tommy: Usally Baku, right about now you'd zing me with your trademark wise cracks, yet you haven't said one word since I got here. You seem to have no problem saying you hate me when I'm not around but when your face to face with a living wrestling legend such as my slef, all of a sudden you become a mute. Typical. You say you don't like me anymore because “ I changed”. Newsflash Baku, while I indeed changed , at least I did so while acutally earning a living. You remember doing that right? You know, before you moved back to your Parent's place and lived off welfare because you didn't have it in you to get any job at all! You know, the higher ups in the IEW have done a lot of stupid things, but re-hiring you is in the top five at least. Baku...

Baku stars to turn and attemps to simply walk away but Tommy grabs shoulder and spins around , still Baku turns his head away while Tommy points his finger right in his face.

Tommy: Don't you EVER walk away from me when I'm talking to you! If you ever disrespect me again, I'll get your green card revorked and deport your ass back to Japan , Hong Kong where ever you came from! I'm the future of wrestling, while your simply an embarrsement. A charity case! 

Gerorge: Oh, the drama unfolding here is incredibly intense! Don't you agree Baku?

Baku swallows his own spit but saying nothing.

Tommy: You say nothing, because deep down inside you know I'm right. You know that everything I've said is completely true. During the two years you dropped off the face of the earth, I've become bigger than life. Hell, I'm the Messiah of Director-ism. That puts me on a level only men like Jesus, Moses and Muhammed could achive. Hell, even your great Godzilla is NOTHING compared to my greatness. Just like you are....nothing. You've become a nobody Baku. A washed up Has-Been. Look at yourself! Just look at this whole damn farce! A game show Baku? Is this all you can manage to do? You acutally think this sad event will help you sky rocket through the ranks? Two years you've been gone and all of a sudden you expect the whole world to accept you? It won't happen Baku! I won't allow it. Each match I'm in, I get one step closer to the world title and I'll tell you this much....I'll be world champion LONG before you ever grow a set of testacuiles and tell the people the truth! 

Tommy then grabs Baku's chin and turns his head quickly so that Baku has no choice but to look Tommy in the eyes

Tommy: I'm glad we had this chat! Praise be to Director-ism!

Tommy then forces his hand onto Baku's face and shoves him away voilently. Baku can't help but stumble backwards away little bit, but George grabs onto Baku, not letting him trip. Tommy simply smiles at Baku, who still won't look at Tommy as he walks away. Reverend Rougeau goes to follow but stops by Ivy.

Reverend Rougeau: By the way, ever wonder where the key to heaven's gate was?

Ivy thinks for a moment and then nods her head with wide eyes and smiles, added with a sterotypical ditz laugh

Ivy: Yes I have! Would....would you acually show me?

Revenernd Rougeau can't help but smile

Reverend Rougeau: Oh but of course! Director-ism teaches that one like me should show you the key....again and again even if it takes all damn night!

Ivy: It will be hard?

Reverend Rougeau: That all depends on you Miss Gallagher. That all depends on you!

( Reverend Rougeau takes her by the hand and exits of the camera's view) 

Bakuryu: . . . . . . . . . . . . . Godzilla’d fry your ass, Contour! Damn.

(Ashamed of being silenced, Bakuryu hops off stage.)

George: Well, THAT was unexpected! Anything can happen at Baku’s Back! Thanks for tuning in folks and see you next time, for another episode of…. BAKU’S BACK!

(A very fast credits roll appears on screen and the camera goes back to our commentators.)

JR: While it's great to see a talented wrestler such as Baku returned to the IEW, it just makes me sick to see how Tommy Contour just treated him. Tommy was out of line and treated his friend worse than dirt!

B That's where your wrong, they are no longer friends! Baku can't even speak for himself when it comes to an acutal confrontation. Talking behind people's back like that, that's no way to treat a great friend, such as Tommy! He was merly putting that punk back into place! You seen it, Baku should respect the Messiah! Plus who wants a friend like Baku anyways? He's a plain loser!

JR: Oh for the love of God, Tommy is the leader of a cult to begin wth and second of all, as Baku said, Tommy and Baku used to be extremely close friends, have been for years, but Tommy has become so self centered over the past few years, that he only cares for himself. Thats' what happened with his own family with Johnny and now it's happening again, but this time to Baku. This is just wrong! 

B: Cry me a river Justin!

JR: Why are you such a prick? I can't help but wonder what Baku is ashamed about. I'm sure we'll see in the upcoming weeks, but we have to deal with tonight, and this next match is going to be insane!

B: Now that's one thing I can fully agree with you on Jimmy!

Mic: The following is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the IEW Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first the challenger, he weighs in at 140 pounds... E. G. MAAAAAAAAACKIIIIEEEEE!!!

('Ghost Love Score', by Nightwish, plays in the arena, as upon the big screen 
an image takes place, and all of the lights dim. The Salty Dogs crossbones 
appear. Written in bones underneath are the words, 'Once long ago...' And 
images of E.G Mackies brave escape from the burning Galleon are shown. His escape to the shore sees the lyrics of the song play along to this heroic 
behaviour...)

We used to swim the same moonlight waters
Oceans away from the wakeful day

My fall will be for you 
My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I will bleed forever

Scent of the sea before the waking of the world
Brings me to thee
Into the blue memory

My fall will be for you 
My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I will bleed forever

(E.G Mackie has escaped the fire and reached the shore. He is tired and 
worn. but has not given up hope.)

Into the blue memory
A siren from the deep came to me
Sang my name my longing
Still I write my songs about that dream of mine
Worth everything I may ever be

The Child will be born again
That siren carried him to me
First of them true loves
Singing on the shoulders of an angel
Without care for love 'n loss

Brutus: Jesus, how long is this entrance?!

(Now the music changes, and more words appear on the screen. 'Despite his trials, defeats, and adventures, our hero is still fighting strong. It takes the beating of a passionate and powerful heart to keep the body stable. Our hero has such a heart. From the depths of the darkest oceans, between what is and what will be, he who makes the sun rise, and takes the reigns the world into it's eventual demise, as returned to ride again... At about 5 minutes, 25 seconds through the song something rolls out of the entrance to a very delicate response as the tension builds for a crescendo. A little pirate ship on wheels with about 4 cannons sticking out two on each side greets the crowd. 10 seconds later the music reaches its immense orchestral release, and pyro fires from all for cannons as the music explodes dramatically. E.G Mackie pops his head out of the boat raising his sabre striking the air each time the cannon is fired.)

JR: You have to hand it to him, that's unique.

Bring me home or leave me be
My love in the dark heart of the night
I have lost the path before me
The one behind will lead me

(E.G Mackie drives the little ship down the aisle. Around his waist he is wearing Heyfish's revamped IC title that he made after losing the other one. This is a pirate version with doubloons along the strap,and a giant medal with the Skull and Crossbones in the centre. Wrapped in sea weed and adorned with jewels and finery it's quite a sight. E.G Mackie has taken to wearing it, even though he's not the champion!)

Take me
Cure me
Kill me
Bring me home
Every way
Every day
Just another loop in the hangman's noose

Take me, cure me, kill me, bring me home
Every way, every day
I keep on watching us sleep

Relive the old sin of Adam and Eve
Of you and me
Forgive the adoring beast

(And now he's made his way to the ring. The music builds once more for the final orchestral solo. E.G Mackie stands wraps himself in the Rolly Jodger flag, like a cape, and leaps heroically into the ring whilst shedding the flag to a heroes welcome! He climbs the turnbuckle to a wild mass of camera flashes. He removes the Pirate belt and holds it high to the crowd.)

Redeem me into childhood
Show me myself without the shell
Like the advent of May
I`ll be there when you say
Time to never hold our love

JR: Mackie is already carrying the belt around like a true champion, and who knows, after tonight, he may just be one.

Brutus (snorts): Yeah right, Trevor Adams is gonna kill that guy.

Mic: And his opponent, he is the reigning Intercontinental Champion... he weighs in at 252 pounds, "CLASS ACT" TREVOOOOOOORRRR AAAAAAAADAAAAAMS!!

(The lights in the building drop as a hush draws over the crowd. The giant 
video screen flickers to life. The opening piano notes to "The Night it Went 
Too Far" by Jet Set Satellite play. As the hush continues a slow motion 
video of Trevor Adams standing atop a tall ladder, blood running down his 
face, and a sadistic grin on his face is shown. The music rings out...

"What were we doing here?"

Slowly the video fades to another clip of Trevor hurling an unknown opponent 
into the steel ring steps.

"Thrust into a bad dream, descending like a smoke screen..."

As the music picks up, flashes of random chair shots and closeups of 
Trevor's face flash by.

"The night it went too far."

Suddenly the music stops and only a picture of E.G. Mackie is shown. The 
crowd roars at the picture. Slowly the picture turns a crimson red and tears 
into pieces before their eyes on the screen. The darkness is replaced by one 
phrase...

"Never... f*ck with tradition."

An eerie chorus of melodic strings ring out through the arena as the 
entranceway becomes lit in a soft gold light. The crowd begins to boo loudly 
as the heavy bass line, that of "Clubbed to Death" by Rob D pounds into 
their craniums.Around the entranceway, white strobelights start to flash. 
Within moments a familiar figure slowly appears, shadowed behind the 
lights. As the figure steps forward into a single white spotlight, the face 
of Trevor Adams appears in the light, burning with intensity, staring at the 
ring.)

Brutus: Will you look at him Jimmy?! That is a man possessed right there.

Jimmy: We'll see. This is going to be an absolute war for the IC title.

(Adams slowly makes his way towards the ring as the rest of the building is 
now bathed in the soft gold light. He wears black tights with white and gold 
trim with an unrecognizable gold symbol on his tights and black boots. A 
shower of gold pyrotechnics rain down at the entrance however Trevor takes 
absolute no notice of it. He takes a slow half lap of the ring and pulls 
himself up onto the apron at the far side. Turning his back to the ropes he 
opens his arms, palms facing upwards and thrusts his head back in a shower 
of camera flashes and boos from the crowd.)

Jimmy: It's pretty clear to me that these people aren't on the side of as 
Mr. Adams likes to put it, tradition.

Brutus: We're in Detroit Jimmy. The people here think Kid Rock and Eminem 
are idols. Give me a break.

(Trevor lowers his arms, he cleans his boots on the ring and steps between 
the ropes. Going to the turnbuckle facing the entranceway he gets on the 
second rope and glares back down the aisle as the lights come up awaiting 
E.G. to make his presence known. He takes absolute no notice of the 
thousands in attendance booing him.)

JR: And here come the sidekicks. Shayne Cross and the Salty Dogs will be locked in those Go-Go cages hanging just above the ring, unable to interfere in the match.

(As JR is saying this, Shayne Cross climbs into one cage, and Cash and Demonio are climbing into the second. Cash and Demonio look at one another, and then start dancing in the cage, as if they were in a local nightclub.)

JR: It looks like the Salty Dogs are making use of the cage already!

(Mackie looks at the Dogs, then back at the ref, Tina Garcia, and shrugs. Trevor Adams impatiently calls for a lockup. The ref calls for the bell to start the match. Trevor and Mackie lock up in a collar/elbow tie-up, and Trevor, having the size advantage, pushes Mackie around, manuevering him into the corner. Tina tells him to back off, and he gives her a few choice words and squashes Mackie in the corner with a back elbow, followed by another. Tina tries to tell Trevor to get Mackie out of the corner, but he snarls something at her and she backs off. Trevor measures Mackie, and pummels him in the face with a big right hand. He hauls back and lays into Mackie's head a few more times, then whips him into the opposite corner with a lot of force, and comes in with a big splash.)

JR: Trevor Adams is focused and aggressive, he's looking to pummel Mackie into submission here.

Brutus: And why not, Jimmy? Look how Mackie has disrespected and embarrassed Adams in the past few weeks, not to mention disrespecting the IC title.

(Mackie rolls out of the ring, catching his breath, and Trevor Adams gives him a few harsh words, runs off the ropes, and comes diving through the middle rope out to the outside, crashing into Mackie. Both men are down. The crowd gives a little "oooooh" at this spot. Adams crawls to his knees, and grabs Mackie and starts laying into his head with punches. Tina starts to count them out, but Adams rolls back into the ring, and then rolls out again, and he kicks Mackie in the ribs. Mackie grabs his side, and Adams lifts him up in a vertical suplex and drops him hard, ribs first, across the security guardrail. Mackie groans in pain, laying across the steel guardrail, and Adams, still talking trash, backs up a few steps, gets a running start, and delivers a big kick to the side of the head. Mackie falls back into the front row with the crowd.)

JR: Mackie is going to need some help if Adams continues this assault.

Brutus: Where's Long John Silver? (laughs)

(Trevor rolls back in the ring to break the count, and then he goes to pick Mackie up. He lifts Mackie back into the aisle, wraps his arms around Mackie's waist, and runs into the apron, driving Mackie's back into it hard. Mackie gives a yell, and holds his back, as Trevor gives him a few clubbing blows, and then grabs his waist and rams him into the apron again. Mackie stumbles to his knees, and Trevor throws him in the ring.)

JR: Finally, this match can get underway.

Brutus: Don't expect it to last too long, Adams is going to take him out any second now.

(Trevor drops Mackie with a side Russian legsweep. Then, he drops an elbow across the chest of Mackie, then another, then he backs up to the ropes and drops another. He lifts Mackie to his feet, slapping him over the head as he does so, and holding his hair, pulls him over to the turnbuckle, and he rams Mackie's face into the turnbuckle. Trevor gets in Mackie's face to talk trash, screaming "DON'T F*CK WITH TRADITION!!" Mackie gives him an elbow to the gut, then gives him another.)

JR: Adams may want to concentrate on talking less smack, and smacking more heads, Mackie's not going down by him yelling at him.

Brutus: The man stole his belt, Jimmy, I think he's earned the right.

(Mackie starts to fire away on Trevor with right hands. Trevor reels back to the ropes, as Mackie continues to pound on him, but then Trevor cuts him off with a knee to the midsection. He pounds on Mackie's back a few times, and lifts him up over his head, dropping him across his knee with a backbreaker. Mackie groans in pain, as Trevor keeps Mackie bent over his knee in a backbreaker stretch. Tina asks if Mackie gives up, but he shakes his finger "no". Trevor grows frustrated, and releases the hold, but hangs onto Mackie, lifting him up and dropping him hard across the mat with a body slam. Trevor screams at Mackie "I'M THE F*CKING CHAMP, YOU HEAR ME?!")

JR: This is a side to Trevor Adams we haven't really seen before.

(Mackie gets to his feet, and Trevor lifts him up and irish whips him to the ropes, catching him on the return with a powerslam. Trevor paces around the ring as he waits for Mackie to get up again, looking intensely pissed. Mackie tries to pull himself up using the ropes, and Trevor hangs his head across the second rope and puts his knee behind his head, then hauls back on the ropes, choking Mackie with a lot of force. Trevor screams in rage at the crowd, who are chanting for Mackie.)

JR: Trevor should be careful here, he doesn't want to get disqualified here.

Brutus: Why not? He'll keep his belt either way, and anyways I don't really think he cares, Jimmy.

(Tina tells Trevor to break it up, and he eventually does, lifting Mackie up and laying Mackie's back to the ropes, and he drills him with a stiff chop to the chest. The crowd gives a loud "WHOOOO!!", and does it again as Trevor gives Mackie another chop. Mackie stumbles out of the ropes, and Trevor kicks him in the gut to double him over, and lifts him up, connecting with a solid looking pulling piledriver. He covers...)

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2... Kickout.

(Trevor looks at Mackie, and cracks his neck to one side. He lifts Mackie to his feet, but then Mackie surprises him with a jawbreaker. Trevor gets back up, holding his mouth in pain, and Mackie nails him with a dropkick catching him right under the jaw. Trevor gets back to his feet, as Mackie comes from behind, grabbing him in a sort of headlock and then hitting a running bulldog.)

JR: Mackie's fighting back!

Brutus: Yeah, this isn't going to last long.

(Mackie covers, hooking the leg.)

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2 Kickout

Brutus: No way is one little move going to knock out Trevor Adams.

JR: Mackie has a lot of fight left in him, you watch.

(Trevor gets to his feet, and swings at Mackie for a haymaker. Mackie ducks under it, wraps Trevor's arm around his neck, grabs Trevor from behind in a cobra clutch, and then drops him with a cobra-clutch style lungblower. Trevor holds his back in pain, and Mackie grins to the crowd. He does a little break-dance maneuver, and then ends it by spinning into a leg drop across the throat of Trevor.)

JR: Well, you don't see that every day.

Brutus: Or... do you?

(Mackie lifts Trevor to his feet, and goes for an irish whip, but Trevor reverses it, sending Mackie into the corner with a lot of force. Trevor checks his mouth to see if he's bleeding, and screams at Mackie in rage, running in at him for a big spear, but Mackie rolls out of the way and Trevor goes sailing, neck and shoulder first into the steel ringpost. Trevor eases out of the ropes, holding his shoulder in pain, and Mackie comes behind him with a splash, squashing him into the turnbuckle. Then, Mackie rolls him up from behind, and puts his feet on the ropes for added leverage.)

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2... Kickout

(Mackie asks Tina if it was 3, but she tells him it was only a 2-count. He lifts Trevor to his feet, hitting some straight kicks to the midsection as he does, and Adams cuts him off with a stiff clothesline. Trevor shakes his hand, and grabs Mackie by the hair, but Mackie tosses him over his shoulder with a firemans' carry. Trevor gets up, and Mackie runs off the ropes. Trevor goes for a boot to the face but Mackie slides under his leg and pops up on the other side. Trevor turns around, and Mackie comes off the ropes with a springboard flying forearm that takes Adams down. Mackie looks to the crowd, and back at Adams, then to the turnbuckle. He gives a loud "YAAAAARGH!!" , which the crowd returns, and hops up to the turnbuckle, coming off with a 450-style leg drop across the throat of Adams. Then he covers, hooking the leg.)

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2... Kickout

JR: I thought Mackie really had Adams there for a second.

Brutus: Jimmy, please, you think too much.

(Mackie waits for Trevor to get to his feet, pulling himself up on the ropes. Mackie comes running at Trevor, but Trevor gives him a BIG back body drop, and Mackie goes sailing high into the air over the ropes, crashing down very hard in the aisle. Trevor, his face red with anger, climbs out after Mackie, and gives him a stiff kick to the ribs, followed by another. He screams something at Mackie, and slaps him in the face. Mackie fights back by punching him in the face, and as he gets up fires back with a few more rights, but Trevor gives him a thumb to the eye, and then irish whips him with great velocity into the steel ringsteps. Mackie hits with a loud bang, and holds his shoulder in pain.)

Brutus: Ouch city. 

(Mackie slowly gets up, and Trevor downs him with a kick to the face. He lifts Mackie up on his shoulders, gets a running start and drives his face into the steel ringpost. Tina is up to a 5-count, but Trevor rolls Mackie back in the ring. Trevor motions that he's had enough, and goes over to the turnbuckle, and starts untying it. Tina tells him to stop, but Trevor screams at her, and looks like he's going to attack her, so Tina backs off. Trevor unties the turnbuckle and tears off the padding.)

JR: Dammit this isn't a hardcore match!

Brutus: Any match Trevor Adams is in is hardcore!

JR: I guess that's why he's perceived as a cheater.

(Trevor picks Mackie up and tries to drag him over to the turnbuckle. Mackie breaks free and starts firing away at Trevor with right hands to the face. Trevor cuts him off with a clothesline, and grabs Mackie by the hair, about to slam him face first into the exposed steel. Then Mackie stiffens his arms and catches himself before his face hits. Trevor tries to drive his face into the steel again, but Mackie blocks it again, and fires elbow after elbow into the gut of Adams, trying to get free. Finally, he hits a good shot to the face, and Adams backs off. Trevor growls in anger, and comes at Mackie, but Mackie hits him with a standing dropkick. Trevor staggers back into the middle of the ring, and Mackie climbs on top of the exposed turnbuckle. He's about to fly off with a high risk manuever, but Trevor comes in and yanks on the rope, shaking it so Mackie falls, crotch first on the exposed turnbuckle, and Mackie screams "YAAAAAAAAAARGHH!!". The crowd gives an "OOOOH.... AAAAARRRRGH" of sympathy.)

JR: That can't be good for little Mackie, if you know what I mean.

Brutus: Jimmy, only you would even be thinking of "little Mackie" at a time like this.

(Trevor lifts Mackie up on his shoulders in an electric chair position, and then drops Mackie forward so his head hits the exposed turnbuckle. Mackie's head whiplashes back, and he drops backwards and flops to the mat. Mackie holds his face in pain, as he's busted open over his forehead. Adams then goes to the turnbuckle himself, and comes off with a huge moonsault, into a cover.)

Brutus: We're seeing a thing of beauty here, Adams doesn't pull out the Reckloose moonsault very often.

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3 NO Mackie sticks his foot on the ropes.

Brutus: What?! How can he kick out of that, he's E.G Mackie!

JR: You've got to learn to stop underestimating people, Mackie is very tough.

Brutus: Just because you want to give him a Shocker, Jimmy... and I don't mean Rizzo's finisher...

(Adams lets out a few curse words. He stomps on Mackie for a second, and then laces his fingers under Mackie's chin and pulls back with a camel clutch, holding his knee in Mackie's back. Mackie screams in pain, and reaches for the ropes, but they're just out of reach. Adams frees one hand so he can pound on Mackie's open wound a few times, then goes back to the camel clutch. Mackie strains, and crawls slowly toward the ropes, and then after an eternity in the hold he grabs the bottom rope. Tina tells Trevor to break it, and at first he refuses, but then she starts a 5-count and Trevor reluctantly breaks at 4. Trevor lifts Mackie to his feet, and then he screams in pain. Mackie is biting his nipple.)

Brutus: What the hell, cut that out, this isn't a hardcore match!!

(Trevor screams in embarrassment and pain, and he pounds on Mackie's head a few times, but Mackie won't let go. Finally, Trevor gives him a hard shot to the top of the head, and then when Mackie staggers back Trevor levels him with a shortarm clothesline. Then, cursing and talking trash to Mackie, he drags him by one arm over to the corner. Then, he goes to the outside, grabs Mackie's legs, and drags him, crotch-first, into the steel ringpost. Mackie screams in pain, and holds his jewels.)

JR: Trevor Adams has really worked Mackie's crotch over in this match.

Brutus: You're just mad because nobody's paying attention to your crotch.

(Trevor clubs Mackie in the chest, and then he grabs his arms and yanks Mackie to the outside with a lot of force. Mackie holds his crotch, groaning in pain, and Trevor clubs him in the back, picks him up and body slams him across the steel steps. Mackie holds his back, and Trevor climbs back in the ring, takes hold of his legs, and wraps Mackie around the post with a figure four leglock. Mackie struggles to break free, and Tina starts a 5-count to disqualification. Trevor breaks the hold, but the damage has been done.)

JR: Trevor is doing whatever he can to break Mackie down piece by piece.

Brutus: He doesn't even need to use weapons, he's the master of using the ring as his weapon. He's the lord of the ring if you will.

(Trevor rolls Mackie in the ring, picks him up again, and hangs him up in a tree of woe. Then, he screams something and gets a running start, and comes in with a baseball slide-style dropkick to the face. Mackie flops to the mat. Trevor rolls him over for a cover.)

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2...







3 No Mackie kicks out

(Trevor clenches his fists to his head, seething with rage, and he glares at Tina, who backs far away from him. Trevor screams "THAT'S IT!!" He lifts Mackie to his feet and clubs him in the back, then he drops him with a DDT. He keeps the facelock applied, gets up, runs his thumb across his throat motioning that it's over, and drops down with a Dangerous DDT.)

JR: This could be it!

Brutus: This is it! Well, l guess it's safe to hit the concession stand then!

(Trevor drops into a pin...)

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3 NO Mackie kicks out just before Tina's hand hits the mat

(The Salty Dogs, in the cage, give a "Yaaaaarrrgghh" in triumph. Shayne Cross yells "That's bullcrap!")

JR: Mackie may just be a challenge to Downfall's title of most resilient sonofabitch in the IEW.

Brutus: Stop kicking out, Thumbellina! And you Jimmy, never mention Mackie in the same breath as Downfall!

(Trevor Adams screams, and he slaps the mat in frustration. He demands Tina tell him it was 3, but she tells him it was only 2. He screams, and kicks the middle turnbuckle, then starts pounding on the top turnbuckle in rage. The crowd starts a little "PMS" chant. Trevor screams "SHUT UP!!" at the crowd, and he inadvertantly elbows Tina in the face. Trevor looks at her, then shrugs, annoyed, and he turns to Mackie, who is now staggering to his feet across the ring, using the ropes to pull himself up. Trevor charges at him, but Mackie drops down and pulls the ropes, and Trevor goes sailing to the outside. Mackie flops back down to the mat.)

JR: This has been an intense, back and forth match, and both men have given it their all tonight!

Brutus: Back and forth, which one's busted open, Jimmy?

(Adams climbs to his feet, infuriated, and he angrily slides back in the ring, and spots Mackie, on the opposite side of the ring. He charges full steam at Mackie, but again, Mackie drops down and pulls the ropes down with him. Adams goes flying out into the aisle again. He picks himself up, and, frustrated, he kicks the steel steps. He tries to regain his composure, and climbs back in the ring. He spots Mackie once again on the opposite side of the ring, and starts to run at him again. Mackie tries to drop the ropes once more, but Trevor stops himself. He points to his temple, signifying he's too smart to fall for that again. Mackie just stares at him, and thumbs him in the eye. Trevor curses, and holds his eye, and Mackie flips him with a monkey toss. Trevor gets up, and Mackie nails him with a dropkick.)

JR: Looks like Mackie's starting to build some momentum here.

Brutus: Won't matter, he's lost too much blood and got his ass kicked for too long for it to matter. (He wipes some sweat from his forehead.)

(Mackie lifts Trevor up, and starts with a Russian leg sweep hold, then it is converted into a one armed unprettier, dropping Trevor face first and wrenching his shoulder. Mackie rests for a second, catching his breath and wiping the blood out of his eyes, as Trevor holds his shoulder.)

JR: Circle of Thorns!

(Mackie springs up to his feet, to the delight of the crowd, and waits as Trevor slowly gets to his feet, then runs in behind him, grabbing Trevor's head, sticking his knee behind his head and planting Trevor's face into the mat with a modified knee drop.)

JR: And there's the Vicious Blossom! This could be over! 

(He drops into a cover, but then notices Tina is still knocked out.)

Brutus: My god, it was a freaking elbow to the face! Women are so useless at everything except sex!

(A woman's purse comes flying in to smack Brutus in the back of the head.)

Brutus: What, it's true! What, you want a piece of me? (He turns to face a woman in the crowd, who tosses a cup of beer in his face.) AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

JR: Jeez, Brutus, it was just beer, calm down.

Brutus: It burns!! It BURRRNNS!! 

(In the ring, Mackie looks at Tina, who's still out cold, then to the crowd, and he grins.)

JR: Just concentrate on the match.

Brutus: Jesus, my eyes haven't burned like that since I saw Khrystal Walker and Nicole Bass in bikinis!

JR: What is Mackie doing here?

(Mackie goes under the ring, and pulls out a treasure chest. He gives a "Yo ho me hearties!" to the crowd, and opens the chest, pulling out a Jolly Rodger flag, a coconut which he sets in the ring, and a pirate's peg leg. He holds the leg up, and the crowd roars. Mackie rolls in the ring, as Trevor Adams is pulling himself up using the ropes. Mackie comes behind him, and jams the peg leg right into his butt. The crowd gives a little laughing pop, as Trevor is screaming like virgin porn star.)

Brutus: I reiterate, I thought this wasn't a hardcore match!

(Trevor, is doubled over, seemingly paralyzed in pain, and Mackie holds the peg leg up, and screams "YAAAAARRRRGH!!" The crowd starts a "Mackie" chant. Then, he dropkicks Trevor in the butt, and Trevor goes through the ropes and out to the aisle.)

JR: Now Mackie is really focused on the, errr.. 

(Then, Mackie grins, and goes back to the treasure chest, and he digs around in it, pulling out a skeleton key. He climbs back in the ring, and climbs to the turnbuckle, with the go-go cage swinging right over him. He tosses the key up into the cage, and Demonio catches it. Mackie motions to the Salty Dogs, who climb down from the cage.)

Brutus: Now it's three against one!

JR: How many times has Trevor Adams used an unfair advantage to win a match?

Brutus: Um... none.

JR: How about when he won the last match using the tights, or when Shayne Cross screwed Rage out of the -- 

Brutus: I get it, I get it, okay, Trevor Adams is a genius!

(Tina is waking up, and she sees Cash and Demonio climbing down. She tells them to get back in the cage, and starts arguing with them. Behind her, while Mackie's attention is diverted to the action at hand, Trevor Adams comes in with a club to the back, grips Mackie's arms from the front, and drops him with a brain breaker type move.)

JR: The Bastille!! That could be it!

(Trevor Adams pins Mackie, and has the pin for what would have been a five-count, but the Salty Dogs are causing a scene, keeping Tina distracted. Trevor yells "COME ON!!" and walks over to try and get Tina's attention as behind him, Mackie slowly crawls to his feet and grips the cocoanut. The Salty Dogs back off, and Mackie comes in from behind with the cocoanut to the back of Adam's head. Adams staggers forward, and his head collides with Tina's, and they both go down.)

Brutus: Oh, no, not again!

(Trevor gets to his feet, gripping the back of his head, as Mackie climbs to the top rope, cocoanut in hand, and he comes off with an axehandle type move, smashing the cocoanut across the forehead of Adams. Adams drops to the mat, bleeding from a cut above his eyebrow, and Mackie tosses the cocoanut out of the ring, and pins him. Tina crawls weakly over for the cover.)

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2...







3!!!

Ding Ding Ding!

Mic: Here's your winner, and new Intercontinental Champion... EG MAAAAAAACKIIIEEE!!!

JR: Mackie took quite a beating in this match, but he did it! Pound for pound he may be the most impressive superstar on the roster, especially with tonight's victory.

Brutus: Two things, Jimmy. First, Mackie's reign won't last long, Admas is coming for that belt, mark my words. And second, Downfall is the most impressive superstar on the roster.

(Heyfish comes walking out, applauding, and he pikcs up the custom IC title belt.)

JR: Weren't just last week you were calling Khrystal Walker your girl? Now will you get off Downfall's jock?

Brutus: Only if you get off Mackie's. And besides, last week I had a lot to drink.

JR: Be that as it may, tonight we've crowned a new Intercontinental Champion in EG Mackie. And he went through hell with Trevor Adams to win it!

(Mackie is handed the belt, and his eyes go wide. He holds it up to the crowd, and a rather large "Mackie" chant starts up. Cash, Heyfish and Demonio all rush in to hug Mackie. Cash lifts him up on his shoulders, and Mackie holds the belt up high as they walk up the ramp. Shayne Cross is let out of the cage, and he helps Trevor up. Trevor's face is red with rage and blood, and he screams "NO!! NO!! THAT'S BULLSHIT!!" Mackie and the Salty Dogs laugh at him from the stage.)


(The camera goes wide to show the cage hanging over the ring. 

Jimmy: This is what we’ve been waiting all night to see.

Brutus: Yes indeed! Tonight, we just might be witnessing the beginning of Khrystal Walker’s reign as champion.

Jimmy: If history tells us anything, Downfall seems ot have her number.

Brutus: But we’ll find out for good right now!

(The scene then cuts to The Mic in the ring.

The Mic: The following contest is a cage match and it is for the IEW World Heavyweight Championship. Coming to the ring first is the challenger. She hails from Moosejaw, Alaska and she weighs in at 275 pounds…. Khrystal Walker!!!!!

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

The Mic: And her opponent hails from Chicago, Illinois and he weighs in at 228 pounds. He is the current reigning IEW World Heavyweight Champion… Downfall!!

[The opening notes of "Man or Animal" by Audioslave fade in on the PA, as the lights go out. The IEW-tron fades in to show the words "Welcome to Thunderdome, Bitch", and then clips of Downfall's most violent, disturbing spots and matches, slowly at first, then coming faster and faster.]

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

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

(When the lights come back on, Downfall is standing at the top of the stage. He glances around, as if looking for Michelle, but then shrugs it off. 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). He walks slowly to the ring, staring at Walker, and he hops up onto the top turnbuckle and holds the World Title up to the fans, to a decent pop. With a smirk, he looks back at Walker, as the cage is lowered into place.)

JR: Where's Michelle?

Brutus: Uh oh, Rison may have her "signing his autograph". (Snickers)

JR: You are so immature.

(Suddenly, "A.D.I.D.A.S." by Korn fills the arena. Matt Rison walks out from behind the curtain pumping his right hand in front of him. He then stops and looks at his right hand before shaking it viciously up and down as if to be cleaning it off. Then, he glances at Downfall, and smiles. He motions to the back, and Michelle comes walking out. Michelle glances at Downfall, then at Rison, a bit nervous.)

JR: Rison may be taking this manager thing a bit far, now.

Brutus: I guess he's just coming to scout Downfall... and maybe try and get in his head by bringing Michelle with him.

(Khrystal Walker clubs Downfall in the back of the head. And the ref calls for the official start to the match.)

Jimmy: Here we go!!

(The cage hits the ground as Walker continues the assault with a few more forearm smashes to Downfall’s back. Walker stands Downfall up and lands a few hard rights to his face. Walker whips Downfall into the ropes and she catches the champ with a back elbow smash. Downfall gets up and Walker meets him with boots to the gut. She whips Downfall into the ropes again, but this time Downfall ducks a clothesline. Downfall hits the opposite ropes and he nails Walker with a flying forearm smash. Downfall chops away at her chest as Walker stumbles backwards. Downfall backs Walker into the corner and he keeps on chopping away. Downfall tries to whip Walker into the opposite corner, but she reverses it and sends him hard into the corner she was just in. Walker lands a hard boot to the gut. She grabs the middle ropes and she uses them for leverage as she rams her shoulder into Downfall’s stomach. Walker drags Downfall to the middle of the ring and she executes a vertical suplex.)

Jimmy: What the heck?

(Before anyone knows it, Rison has gotten to the announcer’s table and he has a headset on. He takes a seat next to Brutus.)

Matt: Hello boys. I thought I’d just come down and get a first hand view of this match.

Brutus: So you’re scouting this match?

Matt: Who said anything about scouting? I just like these seats best.

(Walker lifts Downfall up and he scoop slams him. Downfall bounces off the ropes and she tries an elbow drop, but Downfall quickly rolls out of the way. Both wrestlers get up and Downfall nails a standing dropkick that sends Walker into the corner. Downfall flattens Walker with a corner splash. As she stumbles out of the corner, Downfall climbs up on the 2nd rope. He flies and plants Walker into the mat with a 2nd rope bulldog. Downfall gets up and he drops a leg across the back of Walker’s head. Downfall climbs up to the top of the ropes. He perches and waits for Walker to get to her feet. She rises to her feet and he flies with a cross body press. Walker catches him in mid air. She falls backwards and throws Downfall into the cage with a fall away slam. Walker stands up and she assaults Downfall with several boots to the midsection. Khrystal picks Downfall up and executes an Irish whip. He holds onto the ropes, stopping himself from bouncing back at Walker. Walker charges only to be send to the mat with a drop toe hold. Downfall stands up and he drags Walker to her feet. He lands a hard boot ot the gut followed by a swinging neckbreaker. Downfall picks Walker up and he throws her head first into the cage. Downfall dropkicks her in the back as she stumbles backwards, sending her into the cage again. The 2nd time she stumbles back he takes Walker down with a belly to back suplex.)

Jimmy: Downfall’s really taking it to Walker in the early going.

Brutus: Once things settle down, Walker will take control and then things will get REAL interesting.

(Downfall gets up and he drops an elbow across Walker’s chest. He lifts Khrystal to her feet only to get an eye rake. Walker lands a stiff right hand that send Downfall to the mat. Downfall stands up and he’s dropped with another hard right. Walker picks Downfall up and she throws him face first into the steel cage. Instead of letting go, she grates Downfall’s face on the cage a bit. Walker lifts Downfall off his feet and she flattens the champ with a sidewalk slam. She stands up and brutalizes Downfall with vicious stomps to the body. Walker lifts Downfall up and she executes an Irish whip. This time she is successful with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.)

Jimmy: Holy crap, you actually predicted something right….

(Walker laughs as Downfall clutches his back. She walks over to the cage and she starts climbing. Before she can even clear the height of the ropes, Downfall runs over to clobbers Walker with a double axe handle to he back. He grabs her by the pants and drags her off the cage. Downfall spins Walker and he lands a few hard rights to the face. Downfall goes for an Irish whip, but Walker counters and levels Downfall with a short-arm clothesline. Walker picks Downfall up and she shoves him into the corner. She sits the man up on the top rope and climbs. She climbs up, but she’s met with resistance. Downfall pushes Walker off the ropes and to the mat. Just as Walker gets back to her feet, Downfall jumps off the top and nails a missile dropkick. Downfall and Walker both get up slowly. Walker charges at Downfall and is driven to the mat with a powerslam. Downfall stands up and he lifts Walker up. He puts Walker on his shoulders and then plants her with a Death Valley Driver. Downfall goes to the corner and he climbs up on the top rope, facing the crowd. He jumps off and crushes Walker with a high moonsault.)

Jimmy: Downsault! Man Walker’s in some serious trouble.

Brutus: It’s still early my friend. 

Jimmy: Hey Matt, why so quiet?

Matt: I’m trying to figure out if that smell is coming from your mouth or Walker’s body.

(Downfall stands up and he stands Walker up. He boots her hard enough to double her over, and he takes her all the way down with a scissors kick. Downfall drops a leg across Walker’s back. He stands right back up and looks towards the cage. He walks over and starts to climb it. As he does, Walker pushes herself to her feet. She sees Downfall climbing the cage and she rushes it. She hits the cage with a shoulder, shaking it violently. She grabs a hold of it and shakes it enough to throw Downfall to the mat. Downfall gets up and Walker hits a clothesline. Downfall gets up again only to be hit with another clothesline. Walker picks Downfall up and she scoop slams him. She drags him to his feet once again. This time, she grabs him by the face and throws him into the cage wall. Walker grabs Downfall from behind and she plants the champ with a German suplex. Walker stands up and she pulls Downfall to his feet. She executes an Irish whip. Downfall bounces back but he ducks a clothesline. He bounces off the opposite ropes and right into a big boot to the face. Walker walks to the cage and she begins her ascent. Just as she gets half way up, Downfall comes to and stands up. He runs to the cage and hits it with a running front dropkick. Walker falls a little bit down the cage, but not all the way. Downfall climbs up beside Walker. He hits a couple of elbows ot the face, and then he sends both her and himself crashing to the mat with a side Russian legsweep of the cage wall.)

Matt: This is as boring as boring can be. If I were in this match, it’d be an INSATANT classic!

Jimmy: Don’t pat yourself on the back too much.

Brutus: Watch it. Matt’s put on some of the best matches IEW has seen.

Jimmy: Isn’t he 0 for 2 against Lion?

(In the ring, both Walker and Downfall come to. Downfall bounces off the ropes and he hits a spear. Downfall stands up and he stomps away at Walker’s chest and face. Downfall drags Walker to her feet and he whips Walker into the ropes. Downfall throws Walker to the mat with a back body drop. Downfall drags Walker back to her feet and he drives Walker down with a mat slam. Downfall stands up and he slaps on a Boston crab. He leans back and applies more pressure. Walker yells in pain as Downfall digs in with the hold. Walker uses her power and she inches towards the ropes. As she reaches out, Downfall pulls back and sits on her back. She reaches out once more and she grabs a hold of the ropes. Downfall lets go, but not until the ref gets to a 3 count. Downfall stands up and he drops an elbow on Walker’s back. Downfall gets to his feet and he drags Walker to hers. He scoops Walker off her feet and he drives her down with a backbreaker. Downfall rolls Walker onto her stomach and then he applies a surfboard. He pulls back as hard as he can, digging his knees deeper into her back. Walker starts to fade out. Once her head goes limp Downfall lets go. Downfall walks over to the corner and he climbs up. He starts to climb the cage once again. He gets about ¾ of the way up until Walker comes back to life. Walker sees Downfall and she rushes to the corner. She climbs up a bit and lands a few hard forearms to Downfall’s back. He slips down a bit and she grabs him from behind. Walker destroys Downfall with a side suplex off the steel cage. Both wrestlers are down on the mat and not moving.)

Jimmy: My god! This match is getting more and more brutal as it goes!

Brutus: That’s why I love these matches. 

(Walker finally stands up. She drags Downfall to his feet and props him up on her shoulder. She gets a running start, ready to drive his face into the side of the cage. Downfall slides down her back, and pushes her into the cage. Right before her face hits, Walker stops herself by gripping the cage. She chuckles, and shakes her finger, "Not this time", but before she moves, Downfall springboards off the ropes and dropkicks her in the back of the head, and Walker's face is mashed into the side of the cage, drawing a bit of blood.)

Matt: Too bad she’s as ugly as ugly can be. I can’t even make a good “That’ll leave a mark” type joke.

(Downfall grabs Walker from behind and he drops her with an inverted facelock backbreaker. Downfall drags Walker back to her feet. He whips her into the corner and he goes for a corner splash. Walker gets out of the way and Downfall eats turnbuckle. Walker destroys Downfall with a huge running clothesline as he stumbles backwards.)

Brutus: Clothesline from Alaska!

(Walker stands up and she pus Downfall in a camel clutch. Walker pulls back and Downfall starts to fade himself. As she leans back and applies pressure to the chin and back, Downfall’s arms start to go limp. She lets go and Downfall falls to the mat. Walker walks over to the cage ad she begins to climb up. She gets to a good 4/5 of the way until Downfall gets up. He sees Walker climbing and he follows suit. He meets Walker near the top of the cage. Downfall grabs Walker’s head and he slams it into the cage a few times. He puts Walker in a front headlock and he takes Walker down hard with a 4/5 top of cage bulldog.)

Jimmy; SWEET JESUS! She’s not going to have much of a face left after this one is done!

Matt: Like she does already?

(Both wrestlers are lying face down on the mat. After a good minute and a half, Downfall stirs. He grabs the ropes and pulls himself up. Walker also starts to pull herself to her feet. Downfall charges at Walker. Walker catches Downfall and sends him into the cage face first with a flapjack, busting him open. Walker spins Downfall around and she boots him hard in the gut. She pulls Downfall up and devastates him with a piledriver. Walker stands up and she stomps away at Downfall’s head. Walker drags Downfall to his feet. Walker props Downfall up in a vertical suplex position. She then drops straight down and plants Downfall with a brainbuster. Walker stands up and she climbs the ropes. She jumps off and she tries a Muff Dive, but Downfall rolls out of the way. Walker and Downfall both get up at the same time. Downfall charges but only into a spinebuster by Walker. Walker pulls Downfall to his feet and she presses him over her head. Walker throws Downfall face first into the steel cage from them military press position. Walker repeats the process one more time. Downfall is on the mat, bleeding profusely, and Walker makes her way to the cage. She uses the ropes and starts to climb up once again.)

Brutus: After that vicious attack, this match could be over. Downfall looks like he’s done for!

Jimmy: She still has quite a bit of cage to go up. 

(As she climbs up higher and higher, Downfall pulls himself up. He wipes the blood from his face and he sees Walker near the top. He runs and uses the ropes to springboard close to the top of the cage. He gets up ton where Walker is. Downfall lands a few hard punches that loosens her grip. He slams Walker’s face into the cage and she falls, straddling the top rope. She falls to the mat, holding her crotch. Downfall jumps off and he nails Walker with a mean guillotine legdrop from near the top of the cage.)

Jimmy: That’s not going to feel too good in the morning.

(Downfall stands up and he limps a bit as he feels the effect of the legdrop. Downfall shakes it off and he goes on the offensive with a series of boots. Downfall backs away and he waist for Walker to start to stand up. As she stands up, Downfall springboards off the 2nd rope and he tags her with a springboard dropkick.)

Brutus: Downfall just hit the Unleashing!

(Downfall stands up and he pulls Walker to her feet. He slams her face several times into the cage with great force. Walker falls to the mat. Downfall grabs her legs and he tries to slap on the Dark backward, but Walker uses her power to block it. Downfall gives up on trying to twist her and he catapults her face first into the steel cage. Downfall grabs her from behind as she staggers backwards and he plants her with a twisting Samoan drop.)

Jimmy: TWISTER! This one’s over!!!

(Downfall climbs up the cage. He swings one leg over, looks down, yells, “fuck you” to Walker and climbs down the other side. He hits the floor and the ref calls for the bell.)

Jimmy: He did it! Downfall just beat Khrystal Walker and he is STILL the champ!

Brutus: I can’t believe it. This was turning out ot be a great match, but the ending sucked. Kinda reminded me of my first marriage.

Matt: Doesn’t matter. I’m next and that’s all that matters to me.

(Downfall sees Matt Rison at the table and he walks over. He starts jawing with Rison. Suddenly, a brawl breaks out between the men. Security quickly comes ot the scene and they break it up.)

Brutus: Aww come on, let them go at it!

Jimmy: In due time Brutus. Until then, we are done tonight! 

(Fade out.)

Credits:

Match 1 - Josh Fishman
Match 2 - Lonnie Hash
Match 3 - Ray Provencher
Match 4 - Bryan Jukes
Match 5 - Adam Mills
Match 6 - Jay Babstock
Match 7 - Bryan Jukes
Main Event - Jay Flanders