Saturday, September 11th
(Harders and Zieba are sitting in their joint office having a minor discussion on, of all things, beer.
RH: Man, you know I'm not into beer that much.
EZ: I don't care how much you like beer boy, you better conceed to the fact that MGD is top of the line s***.
RH: Only to the taste buds of someone living in Texa….
(The phone rings.)
RH: Hello?….The deal went through? Excellent……Hmm….Thank you.
(He hangs up the phone and looks at Zieba)
EZ: We got it?
RH: Damn straight.
(They give each other high fives.)
EZ: I will go prepare our employees.
(Harders nods and Zieba leaves.)
RH: So it has begun!
Saturday, September 11th, 8:07pm
('Good God' Kevin Powers is seen in his hotel room talking on the phone with, go figure, a beer in his hand.)
KP: I'll tell you what! The good life is back and you can bet your bottom dollar that I'm gonna crash the party at Genesis. You know that my good buddy and I have some business to discuss so......
(Suddenly a knock is at the door with a voice behind it)
Male Voice: Hey you ready?
KP: Yeah in a second! Hey I've gotta go I'll talk to ya later aright? Cool.
(Powers makes his way to the door and walks outside, but picks up a couple of more words)
KP: You know I'm always ready to go...and you....we're gonna talk about that shot you took at me.
Female Voice: Who? Me?
KP: Yeah. You.
(the door closes and you can hear the three laughing as the go down the hallway

(The camera pans around the crowd in the arena. It stops at various signs..aka "Put that drunk Powers back in Betty Ford", "It's time for a little Flair", "The Clique are our champions", ect… As it does this, we hear the voices of our announcers.)
BS: Welcome to the United Center in Chicago! We are pleased to be presenting the MWC's PPV, Genesis. It promises to be a can't miss show.
MP: YEAH BABY! I can feel it, very orgasmic.
BS: Thanks Mike. (whips his brow)
MP: What? You mean you can't feel it? The electricity makes me…
BS: Hold on Mike, I am getting a message from the back.
MP: Huh, what? From who? Is it good? Shagadelic?
BS: Shut up Mike. We have got something from Victoria.
MP: Oh, she is hot! (he whips the drool from his mouth.)
(Cut to Victoria standing in the back locker room.)
VM: Hi, I have got recent reports that something big has gone down with the company.
(Voice Over)BS: Well, what is that "something"?
VM: I have no clue Bret, all my sources would say, is it is big.
MP: Vicky, how about you, me, and my swedish….I mean my member go do a little shagging?
VM: You know, I think I may actually miss Kevin compared to you.
BS: Vicky, can we please get back to the point?
VM: Thank you Bret… As I was saying, the announcement will come later on in the night. We aren't sure when, but it supposed to occur tonight. Oh wait, here comes K-9.
(The camera cuts to the back hallway area of the United Center where the wrestlers and other personel enter at. As the camera captures the entire setting of the area in walks K-9 from the outside Chicago heat. As he is walking in Victoria McCave catches up to the Innovator of Insanity in hopes of an interview.)
VM: K-9. Kevin Nine. Can I talk to you about your match tonight at Genesis?
(K-9 stops in his tracks and looks at McCave for a second, shakes his head, and walks right past her towards the locker room area. As he continues down the hallway 'The Mastero' Bryan Blair comes out of one the rooms K-9 already passed and jumps him from behind with a tire iron. McCave is walking back when she stumbles across what is happening.)
VM: Oh we've got an exclusive back here! Get this show NOW!
(Blair continues to assult K-9 with the tire iron until K-9 won't move anymore. Blair throws the tire iron aside and goes to kick K-9 to see if he is still concious. When he realizes that K-9 is out cold he calls for Contessa. She comes walking over with one hand covering her face with a victorian mask while, in the other hand, she is carring her purse. Contessa hands Blair the purse and he pulls out a hancherif and drops it on the back of a fallen K-9 and then walks away.)
VM: Come on guys let's get a closer shot of this.
(The camera zooms in on the hanicherif and shows that it has the initals "BB" on it.)
VM: Guys we've got a situation back here and hopefully we can get this thing resolved later one. Back to you guys.
(Cut back to Bret and Mike.)
MP: Oh my, Someone wasn't very happy now, were they?
BS: No, I don't believe they were.
MP: Oh well, he deserved it, the bugger pulled that crap with Blair last time.
BS: Anyways, like I was saying, we have got lots of action for you tonight! In our opening bout we have the returning 'Too Sweet' Brian Schwartz going against one of many from Manifest Destiny...Nemesis!
MP: Oh yeah! Even though I like that Nemesis, you just can't go with him when he's facing someone known as Too Sweet! The Schwartz fellow has got the shag look about him and I see him making a SWINGING comeback
BS: After that we're gonna get just a little bit extreme with a tag team, good old fashioned Chicago Street fight with Fallen Dreams facing off against The Gothic Alchemy
MP: Fallen Dreams has been here and this is Alchemy's first match in the MWC. I really don't see them taking it all the way, but I've been wrong before.
BS: Then we have the debut of one Jamilliah Creed as he faces off against Wayne Roberts.
MP: Well the prankster slash janitor of the MWC finally gets to have a taste of his own medcine when he goes one on one with Roberts. I doubt if he can get away with the stuff he's been pulling off in the ring this time.
BS: And then the grudge match that has been waiting to happen. Lukass Holden faces off against the recently vocal Trey Holmes
MP: I think that it's fair for what he has been saying. He feels that he is geting jipped by this company and he has the right to say something. Don't you people have that right?
BS: Why yes we do. After that we've got your favorites Simply Stunning facing off against The X's in a Join up or Butt out match.
MP: Yeah Baby! Simply Stunning is just to groovy to be getting cramped by the style of The X's. And just think. After here they face the tag champions at the next Hostile Take Over.
BS: And then, for the Television title, Bret Kross will be defending that title against the man himself Bobby Jackson.
MP: Coming off that win he's got all the MOJO and nothing can stop him now!
BS: And we're not even done yet folks. We'll be following that up with a lumberjack match. Some would call it The Final Match cause after this there will be no excuses. Hellfighter, recently eliminated from the Extreme Tournament, will be facing the self-proclaimed leader of Mechanical Animals...Angelus.
MP: This should be one smashing contest and I can't wait to see who takes the vicotry here.
BS: And after that we're gonna get a little bit NASTY! It's the finals for the Extreme bet as Matt Martin takes on Steve Radder. And it's all gonna be decided in, of all things, a ladder match!
MP: The way I see it Radder shouldn't even be there so I really don't care.
BS: Well that is your opinion and option. After that, staying with title themes, Commando defends his Intercontinental belt against the returning Cameron Cruise.
MP: And how did Cruise sneak into the title scene? He must know someone at MWC Towers or something!
BS: And then, the one everyone has been waiting for, Casanova Clique will once again go against San An's Best in a NO DQ there must be a winner match.
MP: Well things might be easier for them than they thing since K-9 just got taken out in the back. We could see some new champs in Chicago.
BS: And then the MAIN EVENT as Eddy Love defends his belt against his close friend Bryan Blair.
MP: Ah yes! The Blair Witch goes for his third win in a row against The man of Love, but can he cast that spell? I don't think so cause Eddy's got too much going for him right now.
BS: Well we've got all of that and plenty more where that......
(Suddenly, "One Nation" by Ice Cube and George Clinton starts up, the crowd almost at once starts to boo loudly, before they even appear from behind the curtain. Casey is the first one to appear from behind the curtain, bringing forth a pretty decent amount of cheers, then comes Commando right behind her wearing his new Intercontinental title belt and the cheers start to turn into boos, then comes Nemesis, Cuban Cigar in hand, then Lone Wulf and K-9 with the tag straps and there's nothing but boos. A fan reaches over the guard rail and tries to touch Casey, Commando jumps up to the man and raises his hand up to his head like he's going to back hand the fan and the fan backs up a little. Commando then continues his decent down the ring. the chorus to "One Nation" kicks in as MD reaches the ring and begins to walk into. The IC strap, and tag straps are laid in the middle of the ring, Nemesis, K-9, Lone Wulf, and Commando climb the turnbuckles, Casey standing in the middle, trying to pick up the three titles at once. As the lyrics "nothing can stop us now" of the chorus are said, the four men on the turnbuckle cross their arms in an x and fireworks are shot off from some where. Lone Wulf grabs a mic and the members of MD gather in the middle of the ring as the music dies down.)
Lone Wulf: now before I start off I'd like to state that I hate EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU PEOPLE IN THIS ARENA!
(boos from the crowd)
Lone Wulf: That's right, each and every one of you down to your hypocritical, overweight, inbreeding, can't-do-2-push-ups, fair-weather fan guts! That's right, when we started this in....what was it? DOMINATION, that's right. When we started in Domination, nobody gave us a snowballs chance in hell of accomplishing...ANYTHING! Now look at us, MWC WORLD tag team champions, undefeated at that, MWC Inter Continental champion, Nemesis, former commissioner, Casey, sexiest lady of the MWC, and the list goes on. We've snapped more necks then, then Casey has broken hearts. We sent Justin Sane packing out of here back to his little independent federations where the worst thing he was to worry about is a fan taking his job. We split up the Eliminators, and now Perry Saturn WEARS A DRESS!!!
Nemesis: No man, that wasn't us.
Lone Wulf: Oh, well in any event we've done more in this past month or 2 then most of MWC competitors have done in their entire careers! Now the past couple of weeks there's been talk of MD going soft, hell, we haven't broken anybody's necks since the pay per view, we hadn't done anything controversial in a while, and now we have VP Ez barking orders at us like he runs the show. Well Ezy, your barking up the wrong tree, and rest assured, before the night is done, we'll have done something that will make each and everyone of you sick to your stomachs, saying "why did they do that to that poor sap? How could they have no mercy? Aren't they human at all" the next morning. Now K-9...
(Lone Wulf turns to K-9, the rest of MD forms a semicircle around K-9, K-9 has a confused look about him.)
Lone Wulf: Now last Hostile Take Over, you said you had gotten help. Now you and I both know that that's not the truth, why would you lie like that? I've known you for too long brother for you to pull a fast one on me, but I have a remedy for this situation. Now I'm going to make this promise, I will not tag with you, you will not be aloud to be a part of MD, until you go to Betty Ford Clinic, Alcoholics Anonymous, wherever, and get help...
(Lone Wulf is right in front of K-9, K-9 goes to open up his mouth but before he can, Lone Wulf kicks him in the stomach, hoists him up in the air, brings him down as Commando delivers a neckbreaker.)
BS: 3D!!!! THE DESTINY DEATH DROP! What are they doing? What did K-9 do? He's Lone Wulf's brother! This isn't right!
Lone Wulf: (picked up the mic and is stomping away on K-9) you wanted to be a loner so much, well now you can portray what you wanted the people to think of you, now you can act like you don't need anybody! NOW you can act like everybody's abandoned you, although we are doing this to help you, you are on your own now!
(Lone Wulf throws the mic down as he picks him up, Lone Wulf puts all of his weight into a clothesline, as Commando does a leg sweep. Nemesis goes to the outside for some "goodies," as Casey picks up the mic, she's laughing.)
Casey: K-9, you've had this coming, Kevin, I'm sorry, but this is the only way we can get through to you.
(Nemesis tosses a chair wrapped in barbed wire in, it's obvious they've planned this and have set up things underneath the ring. Casey puts her hand on her hip)
Casey: all that complaining you've been doing lately, we're taking it easy on you, becuase we care about you Kevin, this is not to hurt you but to help you, I know you may not understand but you will.
(Commando gives K-9 the NOSE DIVE on the chair with barbed wire, Commando pulls K-9 up, barbed wire stuck in K-9's head. Commando stands K-9 up as he and Lone Wulf pick up chairs Nemesis tossed in there and get on opposite sides of K-9, they both hit K-9 square in the head with chairs at the same time, Lone Wulf on the back of the head, Commando on the front of the head, K-9 falls flat on his face.)
Casey: You are Lone Wulf's brother t, and MD's comrade, therfore we feel a sence of compassion for you, I sincerely hope this get's through to you.
VM(from the back, Voice Over): this is sick, this is just wrong, K-9 didn't do anything to deserve....THIS.
MP: WHO'S YOUR DADDY K-9?? YEAH!
BS: You can't possibly be enjoying this?
MP: it's a very swinging shindig, I'm digging it baby, YEAH!
(Lone Wulf sits on the top turnbuckles, Commando picks K-9 up to his feet and picks him up to Lone Wulf, Lone Wulf stands on the top turnbuckle, puts K-9 between his legs, and...3D OFF THE TOP ROPE! As Casey hands Lone Wulf back the mic)
Lone Wulf: Remember when we wanted to do that to what's his nuts, K-9, but you said "no", it's wrong, we shouldn't make enemies, we shouldn't end a man's career, now your giving people little half ass attacks, you wanted to be left out of MD's attacks, well now you have what you want, MD never went soft K-9, YOU DID!
(One Wulf hands the mic back to Casey as Nemesis has finished tossing chairs, bats, etc. into the ring and slides into the ring himself. Lone Wulf, Commando, and Nemesis then scatter each picking up their own thing to bash K-9 with. Lone Wulf picks up a boom box, Commando picks up a Sony Playstation, and Nemesis picks up a kid's toy mower.)
BS: Is that a toy mower? Never in my years in wrestling have I ever seen a...
MP: GROOVY baby, look at all those "goodies" in there.
VM: What is that....
MP: it looks like a penis enlarger
(Both Sanders and McCave look at him)
MP: It's not mine, HONEST!
(Lone Wulf picks K-9 up to his feet and props him against the ropes, Commando nails him with the Playstation.)
BS:Now THAT'S interactive!
(Lone Wulf then nails him with boom box causing K-9 to slouch down to the bottom rope still barely half standing, then Nemesis walks up to him pushes the mower back and forth on K-9's chest and face, then nails him with is the top cracks and little plastic balls go flying everywhere.)
BS: this is just getting silly.
(Lone Wulf setting up a couple of chairs against the turnbuckel now, Nemesis picks K-9 up to his feet, and.. Lone Wulf takes back the mic from Casey)
Lone Wulf: Kevin, I don't know what alchohol or whatever your taking has done to you, but you contridict yourself at every turn you are supposed to be a hardcore wrestler yet you do not want to attack people, now you give Brian Blair a random half ass attack, what's wrong with you, see all these weapons this is who you are, this is the only way we can get through to you, PLEASE understand why we are doing, like we said before this is to help you not to HURT you!
BS: this is humiliating
VM: I think humiliation is the least K-9 is worrying about at this point.
(Lone Wulf has the mic.)
Lone Wulf:Kevin, this is honestly for your own good, its tough love. You need help brother, and I don't see any other way of getting through to you than this, but this leaves you with three choices Kevin, One you can go to the Betty Ford Clinic and get yourself straightened out like we want you to and come back, two you can leave MD and go off on your own path, or three you can leave the MWC entirely, but I hope and encourage you to take the first option, its entirely up to you. Nemesis will be taking your place in defending the tag straps tonight, maybe he can defend them with honor. While you lay in your hospital bed tonight.....think about what we have told you.
(With the excetpion of K-9, the rest of MD with a bit of a saddened but satisified look on their faces leaves the ring, leaving their fallen comrade K-9 in the ring, to decide his yet unknown fate. As men in white coats, not looks like EMS working but another kind of institution rush to the ring and put the fallen K-9 in a stretcher and wheel him away quickly.)
BS: Poor K-9, First Blair, now MD.
MP: Oh, my heart bleeds baby!
Nemisis was announced first, on his way out he was surprised by Kross and Martin. They nailed him on the back of the head and in the ribs with several chairs. After about 2 minutes of this security was able to get them off of Nemisis and helped him to ringside. He was followed shortly by Schwartz. The bell rang quickly and Schwartz jumped out to an early lead on Nemisis, taking advantage of his prior wounds. Nemisis regained the advantage at about the 10 minute mark. He dropped Schwartz with a DDT, picked him up for a Body Slam and Schwartz slipped out.
BS: What a move by Schwartz. Nemisis couldn't hold him up, and Schwartz just slide out.
MP: It takes a lot of luck to get out of something like that.
BS: Sometimes luck is a mans best friend.
MP: Bret, your best friend is rosey, yeah, and her five sisters..
BS: Why are you still employed here?
MP: Schwartz takes Nemisis into the ropes, big clothesline. "Too Sweet" baby!
BS: Nemisis looks out cold. Schwartz takes him to the top rope.
MP: Yeah Baby! Nemisis got up and knocked Schwartz off his perch.
BS: Nemisis takes to the turn buckle and takes Mr. Schwartz down with a superplex. Nemisis, still a bit groggy, picks up Schwartz and takes him to the outside. Nemisis pulls a table out from under the ring, and the ref is quickly out there to warn him of disqualification.
MP: Schwartz back up, they get into a smashing fist fight. Schwartz kicks Nemisis in the gut and rolls him into the ring.
BS: Nemisis rolling around on the ground, Schwartz goes for a big elbow drop, Nemisis rolls out of the way. Nemisis up, throughs Schwartz into the corner. He hits him with a big splash in the corner. Nemisis grabs Schwartz before falling, throws him into the other corner and goes for another splash...
MP: Oww, Nemisis misses, Schwartz moved, however you want to put it. That move was as dangerous as unprotected sex by sailors.
BS: Schwartz takes Nemisis and and places him dead center of the ring, runs off the ropes and delivers a huge splash. He picks up Nemisis and drops him in a back breaker.
MP: This bird is in bad shape.
BS: Nemisis is really getting it here.
(Powers turns to someone in the crowd.)
MP: Hey, there you are!
(faintly from the crowd):Do I know you?
MP: No, but you are there!
BS: Oh my. Schwartz goes to the top..
MP: There it is, the Deep Silo, how sweet.
BS: That was a nice moonsault turned into a frog splash and he records the 1, 2, 3.
MP: I think if it weren't for Kross and Martin, Schwartz wouldn't have had it so easy.
BS: Yeah well.
MP: Yeah baby, onto the street fight, should be dangerous...just like my middle name.
(Bret Kross walks out to the ring, TV Title around his waste. A chorus of mixed reactions await him as he comes out. He jumps in the ring and grabs the mic.)
All you people SHUT UP, because when I talk, YOU DON'T.(heel pop)Many things to discuss, so little time. First off, later tonight Bobby Jackson, receives the oppurtunity of a lifetime, against me for the TV Title. Jackson, you have no chance in this match, and I already explained why you are even involved at all. I've beaten all the competition for this belt, so Jackson is the only one left, so he got bumbed up. But after tonight, he will just be another one I have beaten, and the MWC will have to find another no name to throw at me.
Now, Manifest Destiny, has been on my mind, ALOT. See, they ran down after my TV Title victroy, and interupted my celebration. They may have been gunning for Mercanary, but the minute they laid their hands on me, they became my business. I am looking to take them out one by one, or in some cases, TWO BY TWO. First, will be someone, I have been after anyway, for revenge. You'll find out exactly who a little bit later.
(Martin comes out and waits by the ramp way as Kross walks away from the ring. When he gets up to Martin he just stairs at him for a second then gives him a big hug and they walk to the back.)
BS: I can't believe what we have just seen. Martin and Kross have been in cohoots all along.
MP: Yeah baby shagadelic plan.
(The scene cuts to the back of the arena, where an unconscious K-9 can be seen wheeled out on a stretcher by men in white coats they are followed by a saddened but yet satisfied MD, as they load K-9 in the van, Lone Wulf shuts the doors slowly revealing the words Betty Ford Clinic on the doors, as the van drives off.)
Lone Wulf:I hope he gets help, we are doing this for his own good.
Nemesis: Yeah, we had no other choice but to commit him.
Commando: I think this will get through to him he'll come around, he will get the help he need's there. Well, Nemesis you've got some big shoe's to feel I hope your ready.
Nemesis: I am Alan I am, I'm just kinda a little distracted by what we just did, I hope he takes this the right way, that we are trying to help rather then hurt him, but I'll be all right.
(Scene cuts back to the program.)
>BS: I understand that Gothic Alchemy have arranged for Rammstein to perform their entrance theme live tonight, so without further adieu, let's take you to what should be a spectacular entrance.
[The cameras show Rammstein set up on a dais near the entranceway. The lights go completely out. An extreme rushing eerie cold like wind fills the entire arena; dark blue and red lighting barely lights up the entryway, aisle, and ring. Rammstein begin playing "Engel." The silhouettes of two human figures are seen before emerging out of the entryway, walking down the aisle, and making their way to the ring. Only their wolven-shaped eyes are visible in the darkness. Walking along side the two silhouettes are four smaller silhouettes which are wolf-like in appearance. The lights come back on, revealing Goth and AC perched on the two turnbuckles facing the entrance, standing totally still and saying nothing. At ringside, four wolves are sitting patiently, awaiting their next command. The two men are identical twins. They have on black leather sleeveless overcoats. Goth has a tattoo of an Arctic Wolf on his face, while AC has a tattoo of a polar bear on his chest. They have pale white skin and long, straight, jet-black hair down past the middle of their backs.]
MP: That entrance was bloody awesome, baby! Smashing!
BS: Very impressive, I agree.
MP: Do animals make you horny? Randy?
BS: AHEM! And now it's time for Fallen Angels to make their way out.
["My Own Prison" by Creed cues up and Fallen Dreams emerge from the entryway. Both men are gothic, mysterious persons with long, black hair and a variety of tattoos on their arms. The two men slide into the ring cautiously, never taking their eyes off of their opponents.]
MP: Not quite so impressive, eh, baby?
BS: Perhaps they don't care for all the pomp and circumstance that Gothic Alchemy do.
MP: Sure, baby, sure.
The referee calls for the bell, starting the match. Dreamer starts off against Goth. The two men circle each other and then tie up. Goth gains the advantage and quickly takes Dreamer to the mat with an armdrag takedown. He cinches in an armbar, but Dreamer is quick to escape the hold. Dreamer runs to the ropes and Goth drops to the mat as he leaps over. Goth then pops up but it is Dreamer who connects with a cross-body block that Goth immediately kicks out of.
BS: Both teams looking sharp here in the early moments of the match.
Dreamer makes the tag to Fallen Angel. Dreamer applies a spinning wristlock on Goth and Angel comes into the ring with a flying ax-handle to the contorted arm. Angel then applies a headlock and takes him down to the mat with a flying mare. Goth reverses the hold with a headscissors which Angel quickly escapes. The two men lock up and Goth applies a side headlock. Angel pushes him to the ropes and whips him off, but Goth makes the tag in the process. Goth takes Angel down with a drop toehold which AC readily follows up on it by dropping a leg across Angel's neck.
MP: Good show, boys!
Angel stumbles back to his feet but AC is there to take him back down with a running clothesline. AC pulls him back to his feet, performs a go-behind, and then executes a bridging German suplex.
BS: One, two...no! Angel gets the shoulder up and now he rolls to his corner and makes the tag!
Dreamer comes in to attack AC, but the tag has been made and Goth is now the legal man. AC slams Dreamer down and almost immediately after Goth comes in with a senton back splash. AC is ordered out of the ring as Goth executes a picture-perfect DDT.
MP: Beautiful move, baby. Yeah!
BS: AC goes for the cover. One, two...Angel makes the save! That brings in Goth and we've got ourselves a four-man brawl going on!
MP: Speaking of foursomes, I had a groovy one with...
BS: Enough!
Fallen Angel and Goth battle their way to the outside where Angel eventually slams Goth into the steps at ringside and then slides back into the ring where Dreamer has just caught AC with a reverse neckbreaker. Angel begins to climb to the top rope as Dreamer puts AC on his shoulders. Angel leaps off and connects with a clothesline.
BS: Annihilator! This may be all for Gothic Alchemy!
MP: You never know, baby!
BS: One, two, thr...NO!!! Goth made the save just in time!
Goth throws Dreamer out of the ring and pulls the spent Fallen Angel up and sets him on the top turnbuckle. Ac performs the Gothic Alchemaic Drop and rolls through for the cover.
BS: One, two, thr...Angel gets a shoulder up!!
MP: Bloody hell!
Dreamer comes back into the ring and drops AC with a DDT. Goth comes up behind Dreamer however and catches him with a reverse DDT. Goth then procures the Screaming Orgasm on Dreamer as AC throws Fallen Angel over the top rope and out of the ring.
BS: Goth has the Screaming Orgasm locked on! Dreamer's absolutely white with pain!
MP: Whiter than normal even, baby!
BS: Dreamer taps!! It's over!! Gothic Alchemy have won the match via submission!!