[The scene opens on a closed in shot of a pair of black cowboy boots. The shot pans up over a pair of semi-baggy blue jeans, and then over a black t-shirt with the words "I don't know what your problem is, but I'm sure its hard to pronounce" printed on it and the sleeves cut off. The camera continues to pan up to show the handsome face of "Furious" Jesse Falcon, covered by a pair of red-lensed sunglasses and topped off with a black cowboy hat. Falcon grins and runs his hand across his five o'clock shadow before he begins speaking to someone off camera. Falcon looks slightly down to the person to which he is speaking.]

FJF: Tonight's the night, my man. Tonight's the night when I take back what is rightfully mine. Tonight I take back the Cruiserweight Title from that goober, Sky Suicide. It was robbery when he stole that from me. Pure robbery.

[The camera zooms out to show who Falcon is talking to. It is his midget friend, Dirty Harry. Harry takes a puff on a cigar before replying to Falcon.]

DH: But... he beat you fair and square, didn't he, Jess?

FJF Well, actually -- HEY! Who's side are you on!? Am I paying you to side with my enemies?!

DH: No. You're not paying me at all.

FJF: Hey, I bought you that Nacho Bell Grande at Taco Smell earlier today, didn't I?

DH: Oh yes. I guess I must have forgotten that my future gastrointestinal problems will pay my power bill.

FJF: Hmm. Good point. Well, remind me later and we'll talk about paying you. Maybe you can chill with me on a more permanent basis, eh?

DH: Yeah, sure thing, bro.

FJF: Of course, you'd have more money to pay your bills if you didn't blow it all on those strippers last ni--

DH: Shhh! My momma might be watching!

FJF: Right, right. Well, I'd best be going. I've got a title to win! See ya later, pardner!

DH: Latah, Jess!


(The scene abruptly cuts to a dressing room backstage at The United Center. Twin wooden benches are situated in the center of the room; several towels and t-shirts draped haphazardly across their surfaces. Rows of green metal lockers line two parallel walls, while the wall opposite the door is dominated by a tall mirror. Sitting in a backwards grey folding chair, his head in his hands is ‘The Southern Fox’, Zero. He is dressed for action; as dressed as he gets, at least. Clad in a tight-fitting white long-sleeved shirt underneath a loose, short-sleeved blue t-shirt, a pair of baggy, torn blue jeans, and some black and white sneakers. Zero pulls his head up, looking off into space.)

Zero: This is it. I’ve been waiting for this night for a long time. All my hard work, all the sweat, all the blood, all of it means squat. The only thing that matters is tonight.

(Zero absently drums his fingers on the edge of the chair.)

Zero: I’ve got to be fearless. I’ve got to be ruthless. I’ve got to be prepared. I’ve got to...oh, who am I kidding? I’m terrified and I have no idea what the hell I’m going to do.

(Zero drops his head back into his hands, groaning loudly.)

Zero: I can’t screw up...not tonight! I can’t let everything I’ve done be in vain.

(Zero pulls his head up once more, squinting confusedly.)

Zero: That feeling...that something’s missing...why can’t I shake it? I’ve stretched, I’ve trained, I’ve got all my gear, I’ve got everything!

(‘The Southern Fox’ slams a fist down on the edge of the chair, then shakes it out, wincing.)

Zero: Ow! Come on, get it together, Zero. You’re here, you’ve wanted this for a long time, everyone is here and...everyone is...everyone ISN’T here! That’s it!

(Zero produces a cellular phone from within a black duffel bag, and the EWI Magazine from his back pocket. After flipping to the merchandise section in the back, Zero dials a number on the cell phone.)

Zero: Yes, I’d like to rush-order a...

(The end of his sentence is lost as the scene fades out, being replaced by the announcers.)


[The scene is the exterior of a club. Several patrons can be seen walking in through the club's lone door. Suddenly the long line of people begin to yell and complain as two men stumble along the sidewalk and fall to their knees. The cameras pan around to reveal that it is Big Thrilla and Bump Daddy J of The Thrill Killas. The two men are dressed in their normal attire and look up at the sign which hangs over the club.]

BT: Dude...we have died and gone to Heaven! Beyond that door...is Mecca!

BDJ: Dude, WHERE did you hear about this place?!

BT: You know that 7-11 we stopped at a few miles back?

BDJ: Yah. The one with that hot Indian chick who gave me a... Slushy?

BT: Yeah, that one! Anyway, these two fine-ass ladies were talking about it. I guess they work here or something.

BDJ: Dude! Maybe they can get us into private room! After that fiasco with that "Hooters" club, I'm ready to see some mofuttin' poon! I can say "poon" right?

BT: Hey, poon rocks the party that rocks THIS body.

[Thrilla does a little dance while still on his knees.]

BT: You know what we're here for...right?!

BDJ: Dude, I TOTALLY know what I'M here for!

BT: Awww yeah! I'm here to see some tatties!

BDJ: Tatties?

BT: Dude, you know...pleasure puppies!

BDJ: Pleasure pup-- Oh! Yeah! Fun bags!

BT: Mutha humpin' floppy fun bags! Speaking of which, dude, did you see the rat I brought home the other night?

BDJ: Dude, how could I miss her? Her tats turned the corner 3 minutes before she did!

BT: That's what I'M talkin' about! Alright, dude, are you ready to go in?

[Bump Daddy J looks down]

BDJ: Dude... I'm ready.

BT: Let's go!

The Thrillas begin to walk into the club when they're stopped by a large bouncer.]

Bouncer: Listen, you guys are going to have to wait in line just like everyone else.

BDJ: But dude...

Bouncer: No buts!

BDJ: Dude, we're totally here for butts.

BT: And tats!

Bouncer: No way you losers are getting in.

[Bump Daddy and Big Thrill walk off to the side and begin whispering among themselves.]

BDJ: That big dumb dude doesn't know who he's talking to! We're the mayors of Coolsville, daddio! Here... follow my lead.

[Bump Daddy J reaches into his pocket and puls out a red rubber ball.]

BT: Woah! The red rubber ball of DOOM!

[Bump smiles and tosses the ball against the wall of the building. The ball bounces off and nails the bouncer in the head. He looks to the direction that the ball came from, searching for the culprit.]

BDJ: Dude, make a run for it!

[Bump Daddy and Big Thrilla run past the bouncer and into the lobby of the club.]

BT: We made it! You got your singles, yo?!

[Bump pulls out a wad of ones... he then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a jingling handful of $1 gold coins.]

BDJ: Think they'll mind these?

BT: Money's money, no matter what form it takes, my brutha.

BDJ: Dude, that was like...whoa.

BT: I guess those correspondence classes really DO work. Alright, dude, here we go! Time to see some tatties jigglin'!

[Bump Daddy begins to walk through a thick curtain. He peeks his head in then quickly jerks it back into the lobby with a look of absolute horror on his face.]

BDJ: Dude... there is something SERIOUSLY wrong with those chicks.

BT: What?? Are they, like, homely or something?

BDJ: Yeah, well... something like that. Take a look for yourself... but don't say I didn't warn you.

{Thrilla peeks through the curtain and then quickly looks back into the lobby, his eyes almost bugging out of their sockets.]

BT: Oh hell no. NO! I did NOT just see what I think I saw!

BDJ: Dude they're... dudes.

BT: Let's go. Let's just go and NEVER mention this to each other again.

[The duo walks out of the club and are eyed by the bouncer on the outside. The bouncer notices the shocked looks on their faces and laughs at them as they walk off. They stop to cross the street and a red rubber ball nails Big Thrilla in the back of the head.]

BT: Ow!

BDJ: Dude, that guy's just jealous of our coolosity!

BT: Totally! Just like those two losers, Apocalypse and Kevin Powers! Dude, we OWN them! We're two for two!

BDJ: True. True. And now there's no WAY they can beat us. I mean, with all of the anger we've got now because of the... the... the incident.

BT: Dude!! Do NOT go there!!

[Thrilla smacks J on the back of his head.]

BDJ: Sorry dude. I wasn't thinking. Well, anyway, I'm totally STOKED about whippin' Apocalypse's and Powers' butts around again, dude! We gon' make them our bitches!

BT: You KNOW that's right! And dude, this time we get to do it on pay-per-view!

BDJ: Sho' nuff! Do you have any idea how many rats are gonna be after us after knowing that we're famous enough to be on pay-per-view! Dude, for ONCE, the babe will be paying to see US! Oh, shiznit.

[Bump turns to the camera.]

BDJ: Be sure to edit that out, camera dude.

BT: Way to go, dumbass. Sheesh. Anyway, dude, I think we can totally annihilate those two bustas. They might be big, we're TOTALLY quick on our feet!

BDJ: And we're WAY smarter than them. I think they have the combined IQ of an eggplant, yo. I mean, we've already beat the goons twice. What's one more time?!

BT: Ask Britney Spears.

BDJ: Dude, I'd like to hit THAT just one more time!

BT: Man, you'd like to hit that just ONE time, period.

BDJ: True dat.

BT: Don't I know it. Alright, dude, we've got to be ready for Powers and Apocalypse, and I think I know what to do to take them out.

BDJ: Enlighten me, bro.

BT: A'ight, you know that keg o' beer that I paid that dude to buy for us?

BDJ: Suds! Dude, of course I remember!

BT: Well, do you happen to remember what brand it is?

BDJ: Dude, I think it was MGD!

BT: And who likes MGD?

BDJ: Mutha humpin' Kevin Powers!

BT: You win the prize! Now, do you remember what I bought at the bookstore?

BDJ: The Playboy with Gabrielle Reese on the cover! Man, she can spike my volleyball anytime!

BT: NO!!! The OTHER thing! The book of prose by that Poe dude.

BDJ: Oh yeah! I was wondering why you got that, man. That's one whacked out mofo!

BT: Exactly, which means he's right up Apocalypse's alley!

BDJ: I see where you're going with this! You get Powers drunk off of the MGDs, read Apoc some poetry to relax him... put them in compromising positions... take poloroids.. and POST 'EM ON DA NET!

BT: No, dude. We DO get Powers drunk as a skunk, but we don't READ the book to Apoc. We let him take care of that himself. I figure by the time our match rolls around Powers will be fall-down drunk, and Apocalypse will be so depressed he can't think straight.

BDJ: And it'll make them THAT much easier for us top rip apart! Dude, I like the way you think.

BT: Thank you, dude. NOW...let's go find us some mofuttin' tatties!

[Big Thrilla and Bump Daddy J climb into Thrilla's pimpin' Gremlin. Inside the car, Bump pops a cassette into the player and the two drive off to the tunes of "We Didn't Start the Fire" by Billy Joel.]


(fadein Chicago, Illinois, the United Center. Cameron Cruise is seen standing up against a wall, much like the infamous "James Dean" pose, with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He's also wearing a new black, EWI shirt promoting the upcoming PPV Genesis, with his hair slicked back. CC: Deja vu. It can either help you, and make you the happiest man in the world.....or it can scare and frighten you, and make you the most PETRIFIED man in the world. But what's even sicker about it, is the thought of only one move you make, can either change it's course....or bring it just that much closer.

Cole Steele, at the last pay per view, EWI Meltdown, I overcame the odds and proved to the world that you could be beat. That you, the self-proclaimed "People's Choice", was a man in need of a wake up call. That night, I won, and pinned you for the EWI Intercontinental Championship belt. Since then, I've had a match with a ruthless MANIAC, for a belt that now that look at it, could care less about than I do for Gottfried making money off of this show. Then, that good-for-nothing-boss wanted to take ratings up, and I lost the belt back to you, no thanks to those two dillusional lowlifes, The Mechanical Animals.

And now, you wanna finally admit to losing that belt due to mere LUCK on my part? Not hardly. Cole, you still don't know the difference do you? You see, it's my guess that you wake up every morning and wonder, Damn, I'm the man, while thinking about where youre gonna party and meet the next unlucky group of women. Me on the other hand, I wonder, just how I could have done better the night before and what I can do to improve. Even the night I beat you're worthless carcass for that belt, I went home thinking...Geez, I know I could have done this better...thought about the next match. Not WOMEN. Not booze. Now, it seems to me that there's been more than just the injustice of Cole walking around with a belt that's not his. No, it's the fact that the MECHANICAL ANIMALS are being recognized with a title shot. Hell, it BOGGLES the MIND, on just how Gottfried even let you two MORONS hang on to the EWI straps. SHAME on you Gottfried. Shame on you for letting two nuisances like them take the tag titles and poison the tradition that it's held. But why should I complain? They've got their hands full at Genesis with Tribal Instinct as it is.

(Cruise shrugs)

That notwithstanding, Mechanical Animals, you felt what it was like to be messed with by Cameron Cruise. I warned you once. Stay out of my way. Now, I'm warning you a second time, if you interfere with my business, you'll regret it. You thought you didn't like me before...come to ringside when I'm going to win my belt back, you two will like me even less then.

Cole Steele, Mechanical Animals...another PPV is on it's way. I guarantee, that deja vu will be coming, and well...since this being the holidays, I figure, I'd give you all a present.

(the camera zooms in for an up close shot)

However, since I'm not too much of a man for suspense, I'm just gonna tell ya...it's gonna be a REALITY CHECK...that you JUST....WON'T...LIKE.


[Cole Steele exits his locker room. Cole Steele is wearing a Columbus Bluejackets jersey and his blue and black wrestling tights. Cole Steele walks over to the catered food that SSN has provided for it's stars. Cole grabs an olive off a plate and pops it in his mouth. Cole Steele turns and looks at the camera.]

Steele: Cameron Cruise, We meet again, but this time, There's so much more on the line. If you win, You get the Intercontinental Title. If you lose, You don't get another shot. What genius came up with that stipulation? I wonder? [Short pause] Why yes it was Marcus Gottfried himself. You must be the stupidiest man in the world if you think that you have the slightest possiblity of walking out of this match with gold. Why you're even in this match is beyond me. I should be taking on the EWI's greats like that loser Evan Aho or that freak Gemini, not someone below my standards and abilities. Yes, Mr. Cruise, I know you're going to talk about how you beat me about a month back and that's all well and good, but that was then this is now. I've grown tired of your whining to Mr. Gottfried about how you were screwed out of the Intercontinental Championship. Oh Boo hoo, Ya big baby.

Steele: Well you whined and moaned, until Marcus got tired of hearing it. Now you get another shot at destiny. You get another chance to shine so brightly in the spotlight, but with the fans securely behind me, I can't lose, I can't be beaten. You, Cam, are in for a night of embarrashment. You'll walk home with no title, no pride, and no dignity. Why? Well because, I'm Cole Steele, The greatest technical wrestler to tie a pair of wrestling boots. Then after I'm done, I'll take the SSN Jet down to Hawaii and get out of this ice box they call Chicago. I'll party all night long and I'll forget all about you Cameron. You won't even be a memory. I'd wish you luck, but that won't even help ya.

[Cole turns and walks back to his locker room]


[Scene opens with ExE and the ‘man in black’ from his office standing in a dark alley. ExE is wearing a long black trench coat, with a black t-shirt and black pants underneath. He is also wearing black sunglasses. The ‘man’ is wearing basically the same thing only his hair is shorter. Another man in white is standing in the alleyway. ExE has a baseball bat in his hand, and the ‘man in black’ has a crowbar.]

ExE: Where’s the money?

Man in white: I...forgot it...I’ll go get it just a...

ExE: You forgot it?!? I rigged that match, you try and screw me, and this is the excuse you give? Pathetic.

Man in white: I... I never tried to screw you..you know me.....I just forgot it...is all..

ExE: So let me get this straight. You have 30 grand sitting at home, eating in to your mind for three weeks, the match comes and you win; thanks to me, then you show up to this meeting on time, and forget the god damn money? *Looks to the man in black* What do you think about this?

Man in black: *Begins advancing on the man in white*

ExE: Now now..hold up. I’m sure Mr. Body Breaker here has another viable excuse or some reason why we shouldn’t break every bone in his body.

Body Breaker: Well...I..ah..um...I don’t have 30 thousand dollars.

ExE: *sighs*

Body Breaker: Besides...you never did nothing for me man....I did that all....where was my help? You never made me win...I did it myself.

ExE: Well...I see your not as dumb as you look. But showing up here is a mistake you’ll never forget. I want my money now!

Body Breaker: I’m not paying you dude..you never did anything

ExE: That’s not the point. Look at me..I make millions of dollars, Im the best damn Extreme Wrestler out there, I own my own company, and I can have any girl I want. Plus..I’m friends with this big guy here...speaking of him...I think now is the time he needs to be...shall we say persuaded.

Man in black: *nods*

[The ‘Man in black’ slowly advanced upon Body Breaker until they disappear back in to the alley.]

ExE: There..now that’s out of the way..I can address the Kind of the Cage tournament. Evan Aho...I must congratulate you...that was a hell of a match. You did put me through some physical workout, but rest assured..the day in which I take that precious title from you is coming. I don’t expect you to be willing and ready...but rest assured..your day will come.

Now.....damn....can’t remember my opponents name. That just goes to start my point off, I don’t know your name, you can’t be very good. I’ve been in/poking around the MWC/EWI for over a year now, and to be quite honest I ain’t ever heard ya name son..so who in the hell are ya? I noticed you arn’t a contender, you don’t have an impressive wrestler, so how the hell did you advance to round two?

The only damn thing I do know bout ya, is that you don’t stand a god damn chance in hell against me when we fight. Cage match, ladder match, inferno match, bikini match, no matter what the match is..you don’t stand a chance.

So..you are a noone, and I, I am the most Extreme wrestler in the buisness today! I’m the number 3 contender for the Ewi Television title, I have a winning record of four, and hell, I just kicked the crap out of the television champion...and he’s one of the best in the fed! Bottom line is..you don’t stand a chance..you never stood a chance..and you stand no chance against me.


(BACKGROUND MUSIC: "Trust" - Megadeth)

Chicago, Illinois

6:15 PM/CDT

The countdown has begun. EWI's Genesis pay-per-view was in full swing in front of a capactiy crowd in Chicago. Each superstar on the roster spent their time a little differently before their matches. Some are nervous bundles of energy, pacing and twitching all the way up through their walk through the ready-room. Others are laid-back; they talk casually with reporters, other wrestlers and roadies before their matches. The main-eventers tend to be a more reserved, shutting themselves in their dressing rooms and allowing only the company of close friends. The rookies walk around the halls in awe, just excited to be brushing shoulders with the likes of Eddy Love or Rob Sampson.

People wonder if Evan Aho gets nervous for his matches. If he did, you wouldn't be able to tell it by looking at him. The only occupant in a small dressing room, Aho cycles through his pre-match rituals. He meticulously winds a roll of tape around his wrists and knuckles until only his thumb and fingers are visible. He flexes his grip slowly to test the tape's strength. Seemingly satisfied with the job he strips down to his wrestling briefs and a t-shirt. Aho pulls his knee pads in place and laces up his boots as tight as possible. He takes a seat on the lone folding chair in the room and rests his chin in his hands.

His gear is simple. His routine is limited to the bare essentials. His goal is obvious; to out-wrestle ExE.

The match had been dubbed a "Respect" match. Why? Evan didn't have the faintest idea. In fact he had no idea why the match was taking place in the at all. He had wrestled ExE twice, pinning him the second time. The first match was the ridiculous "King of the Cage" tournament. ExE had exited the cage before Aho. As Evan saw it ExE had never defeated him, only escaped a thrashing. So when the blow-off match ended cleanly one would think the series was over. After beating the World Heavyweight Champion *the same night* that he defeated ExE, common knowledge would point toward a higher-card match. But apparently the booking committe had a different agenda.

He sighs slightly. At least he was getting to wrestle. But he felt ready to move on to other opponents. Maybe Victoria had a point. A former World Champion usually doesn't get embroiled in middle-of-the-card feuds.

Evan shakes his head and curses himself slightly. What did he care? There was no business to think of himself as a former World Champion, he was a wrestler plain and simple. If SSN or EWI didn't want to use his wrestling skills to draw fans he wouldn't lose sleep over it. As long as they kept putting guys in front of him he'll keep his mouth shut.

The offer was beginning to make more sense though...

There will be time to think about that. Match starts in about ten minutes. Evan strips off his shirt and rises from his chair. He stalks through the halls to the ready-room. In seconds "Blood, Milk and Sky" would rattle the rafters. That would be his cue to wrestle the greatest match of his life.

Billy Buckley taps him on the shoulder. It is a cardnial sin to interrupt Aho's pre-match zone but Billy seemed oblivious to this.

BUCKLEY - Any last thoughts before your match with ExE?

Evan turns to Buckley with a look as cold as ice.

AHO - Give my condolences to his girlfriend.

The music hits and the stage hand jerks back the curtain. Aho walks into the wall of noise leaving Buckley taken aback in the hall.


Camera fades in on Angelus, Jessica, Ruiner, and Shawn Daily. They're all sitting around Shawn's office. Shawn's at his desk, Angelus is sitting on a nearby couch with Jessica on his lap and Ruiner is sitting in a leather chair in front of the desk. Angelus is wearing black jeans, his black boots, a white tanktop and an unbuttoned longsleeve black shirt. He's also got his Junon "dogtag" hanging around his neck. Jessica's wearing a short leather skirt, knee high boots and a black tanktop. Ruiner's wearing black leather pants and a black long sleeve fishnet shirt. Shawn's wearing his usual buisness suit. The four seem to be in conversation.

Shawn: There's not much you can do.

Angelus: I know. The SOB's backed us into a corner with no forseeable escape.

Ruiner: What I wouldn't give to get Gottfried alone in that ring for 30 seconds!

Shawn: (laughing) I hear that. Unfortunately though, I can be of no assistance. Gottfried said as much. I can't so much as provide protection.

Angelus: How convenient. We have people assist us and we're fired. If they have Steele or any other SSN lackies interfere they get off scott f****** free.

(Angelus pats Jessica on the leg and she stands. Angelus then makes his way to the office window over looking Junon's night sky and beautifully lit streets and buildings.)

Angelus: I'll tell you one thing though. We may be pinned down in this match but before and after the match anything goes.

(Angelus turns to the camera.)

Angelus: You see TI you may think you have the upper hand in this match. You may think this match is going to be a cake walk. It seems everything's going your way. I have news for you, things change. During our last meeting we had you beat. We hit "The Speed of Pain" and the only thing that hindered our victory was an interference by your little bitch, Cole Steele, and an unconscious ref.

(Camera turns to Ruiner.)

Ruiner: Now, here we are, back at square one. Outnumbered and alone. Thing is, we have an advantage, TI fears MA. If not, you wouldn't need all these stipulations and all this outside bulls*** to assist you. You know we pose a threat to your damn SSN belts and you don't know what else to do, so you cheat. Angelus and myself may be hardcore and we may be a little on the insane side, but one thing we can claim we're not, is cheaters. We use weapons only when it's legal and we call in help only when desperately needed.

(Camera spins back to Angelus.)

Angelus: I was watching over the tape of Shockwave and I must say I was disturbed. First, an explosion damn near ends both mine and Striker's career. Why? Because some idiots wanted to show loyalty to SSN. Did anyone care about me and Striker though? No. Gottfried could've cared less if we ever got up. The one thing that gave me a sense of relief was when all the EWI loyalists stood up to SSN. It's about damn time. The way I see it we've been wasting time. We argue and fight amongst ourselves while SSN has a complete run of everything. They answer to no one and do what they want. We used to have our own locker rooms in the days of EZ, now we're stuck in one small ass room with every other Non-SSN member in the fed. We used to be able to wrestle matches without constantly looking over our shoulders, but that's all gone now. We're all scraping for what little we can get around here while they live it up off our work. Right now we're just serving as tools to make SSN look good.

(Camera again turns to Ruiner.)

Ruiner: Enough is enough. I don't take kindly to people taking advantage of others or people who are just a$$holes, to generalize. SSN has taken over the EWI and made it hell on those who haven't conformed to their ways. At the end of Heatwave, it was great having Gemini, Tabu, and Striker help Angelus and me out with our brawl with the SSN cronies. The time has come for us to stand up against the SSN tyranny! It's time for war damnit! All of EWI must rise to the occasion and tell Gottfried that we won't take his s*** any damn more! MA isn't running away, we're coming out swinging. We'd rather die than let our freedom to wrestle the kind of matches we want and like to wrestle be taken from us! I hope everyone else has the same fire inside of them, but if not, MA will destroy all of SSN that we can alone. Angelus and I aren't playing around anymore. We want things back to the way they were. It's also what the fans want, but Gottfried only cares about filling his pockets and not satisfying the people who fill his pockets. Destruction is an art, and SSN, you're not going to like the picture we have painted for you.

(Ruiner quiets. He then reaches to base of the leather chair and picks up a black sack. He opens it and reveals his EWI Tag Team title. Ruiner lets out a chuckle and continues.)

Ruiner: Hmmmm....Genesis. Could the PPV's name be true? Will the beginning of the end of SSN come at Genesis? Maybe, maybe not. But the main goal MA has for Genesis is defeating you again TI. Yes, I know the records show you as winning the match, but you had to have that bitch Cole Steele interfere and screw us out of a quick title win. Well, at Genesis, The Mechanical Animals will have their arms raised in victory and finally crowned the SSN Tag Team champions. Though, we will call ourselves the EWI Tag Team champions. And if we get cheated again, there will be more than hell to pay. TI, the match is the way you like it. It'll be a genuine wrestling match. I'm sure you feel confident and think all that we have experience in is hitting people in the head with inanimate objects, but you're wrong. We have just as much wrestling skill as you, and infact, more...a lot more. And finally, Gottfried, after we capture TI's gold. We're going to melt down the SSN and EWI tag belts and make them the EWI Mechanical Animals Tag Team titles. I know you won't mind.

(Ruiner cocks a sly grin as the camera turns to Angelus.)

Angelus: See you two in the ring! Cut it!


( Scene fades in to the front of a black strecth limosene in front of a huge skyscraper in downtown St.Louis. As the camera slowly turns to the door way of the building you see two figures making there way to the door. They then emerge into the light showing themselves as Deezee and Electra of Amplified and as normal Bass is nowhere to be found. Deezee countinues to walk forward as he glances at the camera for a second, he turns his head back countinuing on his way but before he makes it to the car he again turns to the camera, as Electrta sits in the background by the limosene door.)

DZ- Alright let me get this straight you alienate us all the time and then you hide from us at the shows and when you feel like it you finally bring your pompus ass to the back curtain. You've done some egotistical shit before but this shit is starting to get to me.

( He looks down for a minute and jerks his head back into the camera.)

DZ- Real quick!

( Before he has a chance to continue he is intterrupted by the camraman.)

CM- Deezee sir, we have a copy of the latest interview with Bass here with us.

( He hands Deezee the tape as Deezee looks at it closely, he looks up at the camera motioning him to follow him into the car. camera fades out , it then fades back in as you see Deezee and Electra sitting in the back of the limo both wearing faces that could kill as they watch Bass on there TV moniter.)

Bass- And just to finish up this little joke you call an interview last week at Detroit I saved his ass once again and brought us from the depths of defeat to the glory of victory. And to that pecie of crap Hellfighter, to say that we are gonna meet in that little gauntlet match you wanted, would be a little far fetched but considering that this bunch of useless crap I once called a dynesty that went by the name of the St. Louis Calab-O, there is no telling what may happen they have never came through in the past why now. So I guess you can just get ready for a long night and then get ready to go under I'm your worst fear ever, I will haunt you for the rest of your career until I end it with my own hands. And that is what you can bet on.

( Bass then jumps up shoving the camera to the floor. As the camera cuts off. The camera then turns to Deezee as he salms his hand throuh the VCR, as the TV shatter's.)

DZ- That, that,.......

Electra- Asshole!

DZ- Yeah, listen you ego.........No! I'm not gonna let you ruin my concentration. Hellfighter unforutunatly all the anger, all the hate, and every other emotion and thought will be channeled into beating you. And even I have to say that I'm scared of what I might do, that alone should tell you what you should feel. And if you don't feel that way your more stupid then brave. All and all Bass will never see you I'm taking you out. He wants to sit and say I'm a choir boy to him, say he saved me from the depths of defeat. I'm gonna take what he wants more than anything that's your career, I've never been one for that cliche but in this case it's all I can say, and it is what I'll do it's nothing aginst you, actually I like beating the hell out of you.'m gonna hate seeing you in the back of the ambulance. But it's what I have to do not for you or me, to prove who's better between me and that egomaniac. So it's Game.........Set........Match! for Deezee, so sleep on that pretty boy. FADE!


(Dan Ryan is seated in his dressing room, taping his hands as a knock is heard on the door.)

DR: Come in

(Through the door walks Sky Suicide, his Cruiserweight belt draped over his right shoulder. Ryan pops to his feet, but Sky calms him.)

SS: Hold on, Ryan. I just wanted to make it clear that SSN's "A" team is heeding the requests to stay away from the Sampson match, and I was hoping that I could encourage...

(Another knock on the door, Ryan allows entry and Kin Hiroshi walks through the door. As it swings open the door comes between Sky and Kin, preventing them from seeing each other.)

KH: Dan Ryan, it is Japanese culture to let your opponent know your honorable plans, before battle..... and I am Japanese if you didn't know, so SSN team has no intentions of breaking....

(As Kin speaks Sky slowly peaks around the door, Kin stops talking to Ryan and jumps as if frightened as Sky peeks his eye around the corner. Ryan seems genuinely confused by the events.)

KH: Oh, Sky Suicide..... your presence startled me.

SS: Didn't mean to spook you, buddy. I just stopped by to let Dan know.... well basically exactly what you were....

(Cole Steele raps on the open door, sticking his head in as if to ask a hall dorm mate if he wanted to run out with him. Cole begins speaking to Kin and Sky as without acknowledging Ryan. Ryan no longer look confused. He smells a rat, but with three of them already in the room he holds his move.)

CS: Hey Guys, I guess yall beat me down here. I was gonna tell Cryin' Ryan over there, that (Steele moves into the room and the door shuts behind them.) Eddy had told us to stay way....

(A knock at the door, Ryan moves to block the door, but the guys step in the way without touching him.)

SS: Hold on Dan. Don't be so jumpy. That's probably Rob Sampson coming down here to tell you to stay out of his match, like Eddy told us.

(Kin opens the door, revealing Eddy Love and 187 standing there waving. Love is smiling wildly.)

EL: A party for me???? when were yall gonna call me down? (waves to Ryan) Hey Dan, long time no see, Pal.

(Ryan now realizes he has stopped the invasion too late, and decides on charging Love as the best course of action. Ryans tackles Love and applies a wrist lock on Eddy Love who is screaming in pain and kicking wildly. The SSN jumps on Ryan, but he fights to keep the hold on Love. Finally a kick to the head by Hiroshi releases Ryans' hold on Love. The other four men grab Ryan up and hold him in front of Eddy. Love punches him in the stomach doubling him over.)

EL: All we wanted to do was ask you to please stay out of my match..... but once again, Dan, you prove you just can't keep your filthy hands off me, you ape.

(Love attempts to scoop Ryan, but buckles under the weight. Kin and Cole then give Eddy assistance Love takes him up to shoulder heighth and the three of them power bomb Ryan through the glass top coffee table. Love then moves over and kicks the motionless Ryan, as the SSN group departs.)


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