{Before the show opens up the EWI cameras pick up a white limo pulling up into the parking lot area. As the limo stops the driver gets out and opens the door for 'Turn On' Tony Sajec and his date for the night .... Zieba's own secetary.}

Secertary: (continuing the conversation) .... and all I need is to go in here and take care of one or two things and then we can leave.

{Before she can turn around VP McCarver comes running up to the limo.}

VP LM: Man am I glad you two showed up. Hey Sajec you know you have a match tonight right?

TS: No I don't. I'm out of EWI remember? Or didn't YOUR boss tell you?

VP LM: Actually, in your contract, you do have one more match to cover otherwise the EWI can and will take you to court for breech of contract.

TS: You wouldn't.

VP LM: It's either that or the assult charged that can easily be brought up for your attack on Mr. Zieba. Your choice, but hey you have time to think about it. I've gotta run.

{As McCarver takes off all you can hear is a few choice words from 'Turn On' Tony Sajec.}


{As the scene fades in the camera picks up one of the few SSN represenatives walking around trying to recruit wrestlers for their company. As he continues to walk with contract in hand he comes across EWI's newest superstar Austin Canon.}

SSN R: Hey Austin how are ya?

AC: What do you want?

SSN R: Well Gottfried and everyone has seen how well you work in the ring and such and we was wondering if you would like to sign up under the SSN banner.

AC: Why?

SSN R: So we can bring old-fashioned wrestling to the EWI for our programming needs.

AC: And?

SSN R: And we can help you finish off Zieba and his boys considering that is one of our goals as well.

AC: (thinks for a moment) Get back with me after my match and I'll have an answer for you.

SSN R: Sounds good.

{As the rep walks away the camera fades to black}



[The camera cuts to the Brick Breeden Fieldhouse in Bozemon, Montana. As the camera pans around it picks up tens of thousands of screaming EWI fans waiving their signs and sounding off with several chants for their favorite stars. The camera then cuts to Brett Sanders and Garrett MacFarland who are in the announcer's booth getting ready for tonight's action.]

BS: Welcome one and all to the FIRST installment of the EWI’s Heartland Horror Picture Show tour that kicks off right here in beautiful Bozemon, Montana! Welcome to HEATWAVE! Joining me as always is the man on my right Garrett McFarland. Gary....what's going on?

GM: What's going on? Just a few days ago Les McCarver was announced to be the Vice President in charge of operations for EWI. Now he takes that power and .... well you saw for yourself how he screwed over Tony Sajec! Sajec isn't apart of EWI anymore, but McCarver pulled his trump card and flashed it. And what's the deal with Austin Canon anyway?

BS: I am sure those questions as the show goes on. Fans we have an excellent show lined up for you this evening, we've got several big matches lined up...

***BOOM***

A huge wall of pyro goes off onstage.

GM: What the hell?

Cue up: Beautiful People by Marilyn Manson

Gemini appears at the top of the ramp. He's dressed casually, with no ring attire evident. A simple black shirt, blue jeans and a pair of snakeskin boots. There's no makeup on his face, only his bizzarre contrarian haircut. Black long and glossy on one side, short, white and spiky on the other.

GM: What's he doing here? He's not scheduled!

BS: I think we'll find out shortly Gary!

Gemini strides down to the ring and grabs a mike from the techs at ringside. He slides quickly into the ring. The crowd chants his name briefly, and he takes it in emotionlessly for a minute, then he slowly raises the microphone to his lips and speaks.

G: Cut our music.

Gemini rubs his eyes, wearily, like has has a headache. The cameras pan the crowds, a few have signs that they hold up. "Cancer, spot me a butt!", "Ryan will have Zieba Cryin!" and finally "Hellfighter is DA MAN!".

G: Well, essentially, we're here to get a few things off of our chest. We suppose we could just let it all out at our weekly therapy session, but... we really do need to stop keeping things to ourselves... so we'll vent.

G: Nobody minds if we vent, do they?

The crowd pops huge. Gemini smirks and continues.

G: Hey... thanks. At any rate, we're pretty sure that everyone knows what happened at Domination 2. Does everybody know what happened? Good. Well, at Domination, Hellfighter proved the old adage that every dog has his day. (The crowd pops huge. Gemini stares at the crowd and gets angry for a second.)

G: Ok, SHUT UP! Yeah, you heard us right! Don't even think about cheering for that stinking lowlife! (The crowd murmurs briefly..) The fact of the matter is this, Hellfighter, did not deserve that shot. What did Hellfighter do to get that shot other than suck the (BEEEEEP) of SSN?

BS: Whoa!

GM: That just cost Gemini about ten grand! Shoot! Shoot!

G: Hellfighter loses the IC title... after barely defending it. He loses the remarch for his title. He wrestles Tabu and ... guess what... LOSES! So somebody tell us how that OVERBLOWN LOSER GOT A SHOT AT THE WORLD TITLE?

G: (Runs his hand through his hair, frustratedly pacing up and down the ring.) Well we'll tell you what, we don't care that he won that title. We don't care that the most undeserving schmuck on the planet won the world title. We don't care. It's just that simple. And we'll even tell you why. The reason why it does not matter that Hellfighter won the World title is he will not hold that title past his first freaking title defence. He WON'T.

G: Hellfighter, we know you're planning to go on a world tour. We know you're planning to hang out with Evander Hollyfield. We know that you're planning on partying and working on your endorsements. We know all these things, and we know that you're planning on ducking any title defences until you absolutely have to. And we know one on more thing Hellfighter, when that fateful day when you finally get off your flabby ass and defend that title, EVAN AHO WILL BE THERE TO KICK YOUR ASS!

(Theres a huge crowd pop for the former world champ.)

G: Now in just one short week, we will be climbing into the ring with the second most pathetic piece of trash in this whole damn federation. The 'Superstar' Brad Striker. Well, Brad, we see you picked up EXACTLY where Hellfighter left off when you won that belt. Dodging title defences, staying in the background, doing as little as possible to defend the damn title. Well, unfortunately for you... 'Bradley', your number is up. Because at Shockwave, it's you vs US.

G: Now just so you can follow up on a little bit of history here Bradley Strikeout... we only ever had one shot at the World Title... and we won it. The tag titles? Same deal. One shot, new champions. And guess what Brad, at Shockwave, the STREAK WILL STAY ALIVE!

G: So Brad, at Shockwave, next week, on a so VERY FINE SSN STATION NEAR YOU (Rolls eyes sarcastically...) You, your butler, your bodyguard, your legions of strikerettes and even your (BEEEEP)ing mother will not save your ass in that ring. It will be ONE, TWO, THREE AND A NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!

BS: Ouch! Another 10 grand from Gemini!

GM: I think they can afford it. I just wish he'd spend some of that cash on Prozac!

BS: But will Brad Striker respond to Gemini's comments?

GM: If he's smart he'll hide.

BS: Folks, let's get ready for our first match of the night where Antonio Corleone will be continuing his best of five series against the monster, and former TV Champion, Malign. They'll be facing each other in a steel cage no less.

GM: Another one of Zieba's bright ideas. How are we to turn this promotion into the respectible wrestling organization that it should be if we keep up this extreme mumbo jumbo?

BS: Do you hear a sucking sound, Gary?

GM: Shut up.

BS: Once the two men have entered the ring, the cage will begin to--

("Godfather Theme" by Guns and Roses cues up. "The Silencer" Antonio Corleone enters the ring in street clothes. He takes the mic.)

Corleone: "If you'll remember, back when Zieba and I first made this little deal...I let everybody know just how my contract was worded and that even though they wanted to, the suits couldn't fire me because I never acted in a manner detrimental to the promotion. Well, at Domination, I did. I no-showed a huge PPV match. Transportation trouble, sure...but I could have and should have been more prepared and been able to make it to the PPV--the rest of the wrestlers did. So, Zieba, you got your wish--you don't have to play any more games with me...you got the opening, the excuse...to FIRE MY ASS. But you gotta come and do it to my face, Erik. You can't sit in the back and hang a pink slip on my locker--be a man and fire me to my face!!!

(Corleone paces around the ring waiting for President Zieba. "Battleflag" cues up and Commissioner Dupree makes his way to the ring. Corleone meets him in the middle of the ring.)

Corleone: "Nice try, Zieba. You can't send your lackey out here and expect me to accept that. [Corleone grabs Dupree and puts him in an arm bar.] I will break Dupree's f**kin' arm, Zieba...get DOWN HERE...NOW!!!

(Dupree yells out, "He can't hear you, he's not even here!!" Corleone releases the hold.)

Corleone: "Then what are you doing out here, Chad? You here to fire m!e yourself? Is that how its gonna be? Is that the thanks I get for getting you back your promotion? There wouldn't BE an NthWA without ME. Is this what's waiting for me in Nth, Chad?

Dupree: "Believe it or not, Antonio, not everybody in the EWI front office is "out to get you," so to speak. You have supporters too---and I'm one of them. So as far as I'm concerned, you had legitimate transportation trouble, there was no way to get to the PPV...so that match is nullified and this steel cage match with Malign is the second match of the series and it is ON!!!"

(Corleone nods his head in approval as Dupree leaves the ring. Malign's music cues up and the cage starts to lower.)

BS: Wow. Looks like Corleone isn't going to have to worry about that Guantlet match after all, thanks to the Commish. Both men are now in the ring. Let's get it on!

GM: Thank you, Judge Lane.


Best of Five - Continues

Cage Match

Malign vs ‘The Silencer’ Antonio Corleone

6' 11', 302lbs. | 6'7", 277lbs

Hell's Kitchen, NY | Chicago, ILL

‘Falling Away From Me' - KoRn | "Godfather Theme” - Guns and Roses


Malign makes the first move and tries to clothesline Corleone, who ducks and just as Malign turns around, nails him with a stiff clothesline of his own. Malign hops to his feet and charges Corleone who counters with a tilt-a-wirl backbreaker on the big man. Malign clutches his back in pain and Corleone delivers a kick to the head of Malign, causing him to fall flat on his face. Corleone applies an armbar on Malign.

BS: Malign refuses to give up so quickly.

GM: He oughtta just give up now. Looks like he's still sore from that beating that Ash gave him last week.

Corleone, frustrated, releases the hole and pulls Malign to his feet. He whips his opponent into the ropes, but it is reversed and Malign catches Corleone coming off the ropes with a powerslam. Malign with the cover but it's barely a one count.

GM: What a moron.

Corleone and Malign get up at the same time and start trading punches. Malign eventually works the smaller man into the corner. Malign begins pounding into the head of Corleone, but Corleone eventually has enough of that and grabs Malign by the shoulders and! tosses HIM into the corner and begins pummeling him with punches and kicks, eventually working Malign to the ground. Corleone kicks Malign in the face for good measure. Corleone allows Malign to get up and nails him with a jumping DDT followed by a belly to belly suplex. Corleone starts to climb the edge of the cage, but Malign's height gives him the advantage of pulling Corleone down by the ankle. Corleone is visibly pissed and runs towards Malign who lifts a boot to the face of Corleone. Malign pulls him up and attempts a vertical suplex, but Corleone escapes it and whips Malign into the ropes. Malign ducks a clotheline attempt and comes back with his own, which Corleone ducks. Corleone bounds off the ropes with a Mafia Kick, sending Malign's head crashing into the steel of the cage. Malign stumble forward and Corleone hits him with a bulldog. He pulls Malign up and slams his head into the cage repeatedly, until Malign's face is busted open and blood is streaming down his face.

GM: Woohoo! Blood!

BS: What happend to that "respectable wrestling" talk you mentioned earlier?

GM: I, uh, um, well... Just call the match, Bret.

Corleone begins to ascend the cage, but Malign gets to him just in time to pull Corleone onto his shoulders and drop him with a face buster. Malign slowly gets to his feet and begins to climb the cage himself. Corleone notices and follows closely behind. Corleone, being less weakened that Malign, catches up easily and grabs Malign by the hair and bashes his face into the steel. Malign looks at Corleone with hate in his eyes and punches at "The Silencer." Corleone kicks at Malign and once again smashes his face into the cage, this time, causing Malign to fall most of the length of the cage to the canvas below. A wicked grin comes over Corleone's face and he releases his hold on the cage and drops onto Malign below with a HUGE elbow drop.

BS: Oh man! Corleone had this match won right there!

Corleone pulls up Malign's beaten body and whips hi!m into the corner, following the move up with a splash. Malign falls out of the corner and Corleone catches him and picks him up to the top turnbuckle. Corleone climbs up with him and delivers his guillotine jawbreaker finisher.

BS: Ladies and gentlemen, Malign has just been HIT!

Corleone easily climbs out of the cage afterwards.

Winner: 'The Silencer' Antonio Corleone


BS: And the best of five series continues on for Antonio Corleone. Malign just doesn't seem to be faring too well as of late.

GM: Well, soon we'll get to see how his mentor, Shivers fares against Tony Parrish in his in-ring debut. We finally get to see the master at work!

BS: We'll see just how devastating this Shivers character is. Folks we've got to break away, but when we return it'll be Nightmare and Hellspawn in a no holds barred hardcore match next!

GM: Who?

{The scene cuts out and shows a promo for EWI's next show Shockwave in Des Moines at the Veterans Memorial Arena.}


(Cue up the theme from Bonanza: Through the curtain walks Saul E Dastardly, followed by Tania, Cole Steele, 187 and Sky Suicide. Saul is wearing a leisure suit. Cole Steele, Sky and Tania all have on "Super Sports Network" T-shirts. 187 wears a T reading "Keeping Eddy Secure". Tania goes from one wrestler to the next getting them to flex their arms so she can squeeze their bulging biceps as Saul takes the mic and begins to speak.)

SAD: Hellllllloooo all you bozos from Bozeman. I am Super Sports Network wrestling Executive Saul E Dastardly and I am the man you owe for bringing these superstars to Bozeman so that you inbreeds can not feel like Zieba stole your $35.00 welfare check and didn't put a single star on the stage. Now that's not to say you are all not excited to see ......

(Saul pauses then pulls a piece of paper from his pocket and begins to read.)

Shivers, Hellspawn and Austin Cannon,

(as Saul reads each name the others on the stage give perplexed looks and ask each other "who?")

Whoever they are ........ but we know that it's only a matter of time 'till you people quit paying to see these lame house shows that feature none of the SSN roster...... so to try and keep you from staining our camera quality rings with the spittoons you would throw in disgust at this lame show I have gotten the SSN roster to agree to grace you with a few words. The mayor of Bozeman has already asked us t o t a l k r e a l s l o w so you people have some chance of following what we say.

(Cole takes the microphone.)

CS: Hard work and fair play (long pause) that's my life's work and that's why the people of Bozeman call Cole Steele their Role Model. Now I know it's hard to justify paying $35.00 to bring your children to see malcontents and underachievers, like the ones that EWI parades out here week after week to these cities that have yet to master indoor plumbing, while the metropolises get the SSN roster thrilling their women and children while making the local men feel a little bit (holds his thumb and index finger an inch apart) inept. Well Bozeman, your role model says enough is enough. It is not your fault that the Bozeman education system results in a population that can't spell SSN. So hold me, Cole Steele up as an example so that when your children's children grow up and have a family of their own, maybe they can buck the trend and only be dependent on the government for only a portion of their income. Proud to be Cole Steele, you're role model.

(Steele hands the mic over to Sky Suicide. Sky holds his hands high in the air then brings them down to his mouth.)

SS: HOW SWEET IT IS....... Overnight I go from being so insignificant that my match is the dreaded subject to be canceled match and hanging around with Eddy Love's former hanger on to now being the hottest property in wrestling today and hanging around with Eddy himself. It is Sky Suicide's time and my time will not pass. Life in SSN is everything I was promised...... bigger Limousines ....prettier women.... better friends.

(Tania moves over and begins rubbing Sky shoulders as he talks.)

SS: Now I know it must look strange to you people..... Sky Suicide without Tony Sajec on my right and Sweet Melissa on my left.... but these men here..... these Icons of toughness have explained to me how if you're gonna be SSN, you've got to stand on your own just like Cole Steele, 187, Tania and Eddy Love. Tony is going through some personal problems that I'd rather not get into on camera but I would like to send him a little message.... Tony if you're listening pal, there's still room on this train and the seats are oh so comfortable, but the ticket taker is making last call so you better climb aboard cause if you ain't with SSN, you're agin' us. Then we have Sweetest Melissa. Mel, Eddy has told me that if you show up here tonight apologize and perform a few duties for SSN then he will allow you back by our side where you know you wanna be. So Melissa, I know you're in Bozeman, come on down and make things right.

Tonight however we have the debut of a man the world has waited to see.... a man who is supposed to strike fear in the heart of our sport and a man who had the nerve to lay his hands on Sky Suicide. Shivers, you better hope I don't run into you in the back partner, cause I owe you one and if I get my hands on you, you'll never make it to that debut match.

(Sky turns the mic back over to Saul.)

SAD: Now everyone of us in SSN from the high and mighty Eddy Love to lowly still under contract Tabu.... we all treat each other as equals. There is no special treatment, *but* tonight we have allowed someone to remain in the back so he could make this special entrance. We have allowed him to get a special ovation from you people because he is feeling a little down over his loss in Atlanta. Ladies and Gentleman the newest member of team SSN...... EVAN AHO......

( The lights go down. Cue up: White Zombie, " Blood, Milk and Sky " . Standing at the top of the ramp with his back to the crowd is apparently Evan Aho. He spins around and it is Eddy Love dressed in Evan's tights, wearing a wig that looks like Aho's hair and carrying a large beach towel with "CRYING TOWEL" spray painted on it. Love is sobbing as Saul hands him the mic and the entire SSN group move over patting Eddy on the back as if reassuring a crying child. Love's talking is interrupted by occasional whimpers and outright crying. The fans upon seeing who the wrestler really is begin chanting "I Quit".)

EL: I was EWI champ until Bic-lighter Pat Schulz beat me not once but twice in Atlanta. Vicky Mccave quit taking my calls after she saw Eddy Love in the shower, and now I'm asked what does Evan Aho do next. I'll tell you what now. *Nothing* will be able to erase this pain, this burning sickness of defeat. (sobs) Every single day the embarrassment, the disgust and the frustration will grow worse. The fact that I went out there and somehow, someway got my scrawny little shoulders pinned to the mat not once but *twice*, (sobs and dabs the towel at his eyes.) There is no cure for this feeling, this feeling of being a no talent hack, only a way to assuage it for the time being. I want to wrestle 4 ,5 maybe 9 opponents a night whatever matches they want, it's the only thing that may divert the fans memories from what an undeserving champion I was. I never asked for any favors from this federation before, but now I insist * I DEMAND* that me, Evan Aho, be allowed counseling to get me over the trauma of being exposed as a fraud, who was never a worthy champion.

( Love Pulls off the wig.)

It's me, Eddy Love, not Evan Aho...... had you fooled didn't I.(loud BOOS). Call me the Rich Little of wrestling I guess. The fact is however that I also lost in Atlanta, but if you people came to see Eddy Love making excuses and crying his eyes out like Evan Aho, you can get in the refund line cause Hurricane Eddy don't hum along to that tune. Eddy Love is a champion with or without a belt and I am above getting on this stage and pointing out that Dan Ryan executed a blatantly illegal attack on me during my title loss. I am too big a sportsman to point out that the rules of the match clearly stated the loser had to mouth the words "I Quit" in order for the match to end. Words Rob Sampson could never make Hurricane Eddy say.... And because I am that good a sport.,... because I am Fair and Square Eddy Love I want to come out here and tip my hat to Rob Sampson. Rob, you proved yourself an even greater warrior than I already knew you were, and I am not ashamed of you as SSN Federation Champion. Don't look back though Sampson, cause not only will I see to it that you pay in blood for your victory, but one of these men right here (points to the rest of SSN) will soon hold their pants up with that belt you stole from my grasp. It was a war Rob, and now you are one of the few who can say they've done what you did. We bestowed honor on that Federation belt Rob, only the tops in our business have held it, it has taken a war to win it both times it's been won..... don't soil it by losing it to some hack the way Aho soiled the World Extreme belt by allowing Joe Christian Devilslayer to pin him twice.

*BUT* on this day when Hurricane Eddy thinks about what names to shout out.... Rob Sampson has moved a little down my list. Kin Hiroshi...... Japanese Thunder.... I don't know what happened in those negotiations behind those SSN doors. All I know is I bring you out of virtual obscurity, tag with you to form a team that dominated the current Federation Champ and (sniff,sniff) former Extreme World Champ (sob) then you run me down. The EWI guys laughed at you before that night Kin, they called you the muffin eating goof... but I saw your talent Kin..... now at Des Moines I will also expose your weaknesses. You have erred Kin..... turn back now, do not throw yourself on that proverbial sword.

*THEN* we have Dan Ryan....... a man who makes the error of intervening and delaying the destruction of Rob Sampson, with a metal chair to my head...... Ryan, you are way outta your league boy ...... this ain't the f of x league {f(x)} that Dumpree runs on his days off..... this is the big time, boy and you just made uglies with the biggest of the big time. Atlanta was the biggest match Ryan has ever been apart of , and that's because of the two combatants, Ryan's star power sorta seemed to dim next to two *really talented wrestlers*. Security allowing this bum to run in on a Sampson/Love match is like letting Bob Ueker run in on a Mcgwire/Sosa home run contest. I'm gonna bust Buster's ass back to the minor leagues so fast, all you Eddy Love Lovers will forget he ever graced the SSN.... check your listings for the channel in your area.

*SO* I leave you people with this......These guys behind me..... INCREDIBLE Rob Sampson ....... King for a day.... only a day Dan Ryan ......... Overpowered, outsmarted and way overmatched Kin Hiroshi........ Kin come to your senses.

( Love drops the microphone and the group ascends the ramp)

BS: Well that was interesting.

GM: That was the State of the Union if you didn't know.

BS: Even though without a title you always have to keep a close eye on the SSN because you never know what'll happen next.

GM: That's right. Zieba can rest easy for now, but I'm telling you Love always has a plan. That's why he's just so gosh darn good.

BS: Coming up next folks we have two new wrestlers to the EWI and, because they have talked about their hardcore past, Erik Zieba has issued this match to be a hardcore matc.

GM: He's always gotta have his hand in the cookie jar doesn't he?

BS: Folks let's go to the ring for the next contest!


Hardcore Match

No DQ / Anything Goes

Hellspawn vs Nightmare

6' 11", 321lbs | 7'4", 326lbs

The Underworld | Sylacauga, Alabama

'Symphony of the Damned' - Undertaker's Graveyard Symphony | 'Everything Sucks' - Dope


Nightmare and Hellspawn circle each other and Nightmare gets the upperhand with a knee to the mid-section of Hellspawn. Nightmare with a double axe handle to the back of Hellspawn and Hellspawn drops do one knee. Nightmare shoots off the far ropes but Hellspawn quickly recovers and grabs Nightmare by the throat, Running Choke Slam by Hellspawn, There's the cover. One..Two...Kickout.

BS: My GOD what a move by Hellspawn.

GM: You see one chokeslam you've seen'em all.

Hellspawn slides out the bottom rope and grabs a steel chair and slides back in. Nightmare gets back to a vertical base and is caught in the stomach with the chair. Hellspawn then brings it crashing down across his back. Nightmare falls to the mat. Hellspawn climbs out of the ring one more time and this time, fishes out a Ladder and Table from under the ring. Hellspawn sets up the table on the outside and slides the ladder into the ring. Nightmare slaggers to his feet and Hellspawn charges with the ladder, but Nightmare drives the ladder into Hellspawn's head with a boot. Hellspawn is busted wide open and Nightmare exits the ring and finds a stop sign and slides it in the ring. Nightmare drives Hellspawn head first into the stop sign with a DDT. Nightmare with the cover...One...Two...Thr..Kickout.

BS: And Nightmare fights back with moves of his own. These two are putting on a show tonight.

GM: Well they better! This is the EWI not some third rate league that I won't mention on television. You got to go testies to the wall if you wanna prove your worth in this league!

BS: Although graphic .... very true.

Nightmare looks pissed, Nightmare heads up to the top rope, but Hellspawn has gotten to his feet. Nightmare never sees Hellspawn, as he grabs the chair and smacks Nightmare with the chair, sending him crashing from the top rope from the top rope through the table down below. Hellspawn exits the ring and throws a limp Nightmare back in the ring, Hellspawn makes the cover. One..Two...Three.

Winner: Hellspawn


BS: And Hellspawn takes the win here tonight. What a performance by these two competitors.

GM: One got lucky over the other. That's all that is.

Nightmare sluggishly gets to his feet. He offers his hand to Hellspawn, who just slaps it away. Hellspawn goes to exit the ring, but Nightmare hits Hellspawn with a forearm to the back of Hellspawns head. Hellspawn stumbles to the mat and Nightmare grabs the chair and uses the back rest to drive into the ribs of Hellspawn. Nightmare then opens up the chair and pulls Hellspawn up and tombstone piledrives him through the seat of the chair, bending the chair. Nightmare kicks Hellspawn a few times and then leaves the ringside area. Paramedics rush to the ring and help Hellspawn. Hellspawn regains his composure and pushes the paramedics. Hellspawn grabs the steel chair and heads to the back of the arena.

BS: What is Nightmare a sore sport or what?

GM: Well you just fought a match and you came out the loser. You tell me if you wanna talk to anyone or for that matter shake their hand.

BS: Folks we've got to break away, but when we return it'll be Dean Locksmith taking on "The Athlete" Andrew Burr .... NEXT!

{As the camera breaks away scenes for Heatwave in Lincoln at the Pershing Auditorium begin to show on the screen.}


(The lights in the arena go out and on the ExtremeScreen, a logo appears followed by the words: "Films of Fury presents... In association with Extreme Wrestling International... A Jesse Falcon picture..." The shot fades into a shot of a back alley. It's obviously a poor production of an alley. In fact, the brick building appear to be made from cardboard. There is a barrel burning in the background, but the fire looks as if it's simply orange tissue paper being blown up by a fan. A figure walks onto the screen. He is a very skinny man --possibly underweight-- and he has a large nose and protruding teeth. The red nest upon his head that he seems to think passes for hair is pulled back into a sloppy pony-tail. He's wearing blue jeans and a wife-beater --and it wouldn't be surprising if that were not only a nickname for the shirt. On the shabby, torn shirt is the word "Flameboy." This man, is obviously the Cruiserweight Champion, Inferno, of a very, VERY good imposter. The man opens his mouth to speak when his pants fall down from his frail frame to reveal Hello Kittie underoos. He blushes and picks his pants up. This time, he tightens his belt a little more then begins to speak.)

"Inferno": I am Inferno, as you can see now here. I will--

(Suddenly a man and his dog walk by "Inferno." He freaks.)

I: Hey, dog entity! Rise up and bare your biscuit filthy fangs at the oppressive leash wielding dmon!! Damn, my navel itches!!

(The dog-owner looks at "Inferno" as if silently wondering, "How much crack did this fellow smoke today?" He then leaves quickly. "Inferno" stands on a crate and begins screaming. He's attempting to cut a promo for the EWI.)

I: Ahem! Erghhhhh!! Agcheckhh!! AHEM!

(So, he was only clearing his throat.)

I: Meow! Meow! Meow! Cat chow!!! Cease your flatulent winds and hear my mind numbing expulsions of wicked noise! Grrr!! CHEESE!!!

(The people surrounding him hear his inane rambling that he passes for a promo and soon a crowd begins to gather. "Inferno" points to one of the men in the crowd accusingly.)

I: I sense your envy of my neck!! And I do'nt blame you!! Droooool over my magical Powers!! I have powers pinto beans can only dream of? Wanna see me pull a tapeworm outta my ass?!! Huh!?!

(The crowd looks on is disbelief. He is truly a master of the human language.)

I: I am Testiclés! God of Rash Covered Scrotums! Stare deep into the stinking Abyss of my individually wrapped slices!!! Holy wax! Check out my armpits!!! Heeeey! Waidaminit!! Wait just a polyp picking minute!! I see your game! You will NOT sing my Cheerio!! I see what is transpiring here!!! You're all zombie thigh-fat people, brought into animation by some evil force of forceful evil!!

("Inferno" points to a small child. The boy appears to be about 5 years old.)

I: S***! That lipstick's the wrong color for you!!

Little boy: (frightened) Me?

I: Moooo! Woof! Oh, Don't you see the Toenails?!! Oh, so splendid!! A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K...!

(A young spanish girl walks up to "Inferno," interrupting him.)

Spanish Girl: Excuse me, Señor Inferno, bu what's wrong with you? Why do you keep yelling like that?

I: Under such extreme heat, wear and degradation is inevitable!! Parts break out after overuse!! And THAT is why toaster pastries will burst into flames if you don't keep an eye on them, you sacks of bladder waste!!!!

(Before he can continue his tirade, "Señor Inferno" slips from his crate, busting his head on the concrete, and causing the cardboard alley behind him to collapse, revealing a sunny park. Suddenly the shot cuts to static and is replaced with these words: "The preceding film was brought to you in part by Jesse Falcon. All characters are fictional. Any resemblence to actual people, including idiotic wrestlers, is purely coicidental. An image of Jesse Falcon smiling !a huge, cheesey grin, and giving a 'thumbs-up' appears on the screen before fading out.)

BS: What is he thinking?

GM: Are you kidding? That was great! It's just another way to get into the mind of Inferno ... if that is even possible.

BS: If that is what you believe then so be it. Up next is a debut match putting "The Athlete" Andrew Burr against Dean Locksmith.

GM: Oh, THIS should be thrilling.

BS: Let's go to the ring!


Dean Locksmith vs "The Athlete" Andrew Burr

6' 2", 224lbs | 6' 0", 230lbs

Roy, Utah | San Jose, CA

'American Bad Ass' - Kid Rock | 'I Am An Allstar' - DC Talk


The two men circle each other and Burr is the first to make a move. He lays into Locksmith with lefts and right, working him into the turnbuckle. He attempts to whip him into the opposing corner, but Locksmith reverses the move and follows it with a splash. Burr stumbles out of the corner and Locksmith takes him down with a bulldog. Locksmith drops an elbow on his fallen opponent. He pulls him up and tosses him into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a DDT.

GM: I see Burr is really showing his Athletic skills in there, isn't he?

BS: Uh...

Burr slowly makes his way to his feet and the two men lock up. Burr slides behind Locksmith and attempts a German suplex, but Locksmith gets out of it and just as Burr turns around he levels him with a clotheline. Locksmith covers for the two count. Locksmith picks his opponent up only to take him back down with a neckbreaker. With Burr down, Locksmith ascends the turnbuckle and goes for a frog splash.

BS: And Burr rolls out of the way. This could be a turning point in the match.

Burr pulls Locksmith up and attempts an Irish-whip but Locksmith reverses, sending Burr into the ropes and sends him crashing down with a Rydeen bomb on the rebound.

GM: Okay, maybe not.

Locksmith pulls Burr up and locks him into a double-arm DDT which he hits and follows it up by picking Burr up onto his shoulders and sends him down hard with a Death Valley Driver for the three count.

Winner: Dean Locksmith


BS: Impressive debut by Dean Locksmith gaining the easy victory over Andrew Burr.

GM: You would think that Burr would've put up a fight considering he is a new face in EWI, but just like the others that have fallen by the wasteside ... so has he.

BS: Folks we've got to go to a break, but when we return it'll be Tony Parrish up against the man known as Shivers ... NEXT!!!

{As the camera cuts away scenes for Meltdown. The Pay Per View that takes place in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma at the Myriad Arena.}


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