("Biggest and Best" by Clawfinger cues up and the crowd comes to their feet as Team EWI walk out to the ring. Ash has his newly-won Television Title across his shoulder and "Mr Main Event" Rob Sampson wears the EWI Federation title belt around his waist. "The Ego Buster" Dan Ryan follows closely behind Ash and Sampson. The trio steps into the ring and Ash is the first on the mic.)

A: The tides have turned. No longer does the SSN hold the gold. After I practically DESTROYED Malign in Atlanta, I was reminded why this place is called EXTREME Wrestling International. I know how much you all enjoyed seeing me put that freak and his pal through those exploding tables.

(The crowd pops.)

A: THAT is what this place is all about. Marcus Gottfried came in here saying that there'd be no more Extreme matches. No more table, cage, or barb wire matches.

(Boos.)

A: Well, so far, he's done a downright s***ty job. How many matches were at the last Pay Per View? Hell, the Federation match that your bud, Eddy Love was in was a table match. Which, I might add, he LOST, bringing even MORE gold to the EWI shores.

(Ash looks around the ring.)

A: Now who the hell would've ever thought that Ash, Rob Sampson and Ego Buster would be on the same side of the war. But you see, a mutual cause has brought us together. We all know what this league was founded on. And we're fighting for that. Any of you asshole suits in the back have got a problem with that then they can get their fat asses out here and they'll get the same thing that Gottfried got from me when he tried to tell me what to do. And to prove that EWI means business, starting here TONIGHT, I'm going to defend THIS TV Title at EVERY single televised show. So, right now, I'm challenging ANY of those SSN cronies in the back!

(Ego Buster takes the mic.)

EBDR: (smirking) Ah, it's nice to be here to breath in the uh...fresh....air here in Pokemon. (Sampson chuckles and whispers in Ryan's ear) Eh, whatever. You know...things are getting a little more real around here lately aren't they? Just take a good long look at the men in this ring. What you see here has been the future of this profession for several years now. I am a 28 year old...3 time World Champion. Rob Sampson as everyone knows is the reigning EWI Federation Champion, and as the 'smart' people in the stands know is also a former 4 time World Champion as well. And then there's Ash. (smirks again) Good old Ash. This is a man who has made himself the absolute unstoppable force in this business for years to come. What do these things have to do with anything? For years we have all been placed together to some extent. On the same side or on the opposite sides of the ring, it didn't matter. We brought down the house and we did it with style. Ash and I took our feud all over the country in EMWA putting each other through tables and tearing up arenas hardcore style, and why did it all happen? Because I went to the front office and made DAMN sure it happened. I knew above all else that I could get the kind of battle I wanted from this man night in and night out. Hard feelings? There never were any. Simply because it was about competition and respect. Now everyone knows that I'm a lowdown, nasty son of a bitch. But I'll be damned if Gilbert Gottfried is gonna come out here and tell me or anyone else I'm associated with that we're going back to the days of the Horsemen, to the days of Dusty finishes and crappy SuperCards that in the long run meant about as much as one of Eddy Love's promos. And you Love, you've been played like a fiddle so many times you should have box seats at the Met by now. So whether or not it's a flaming table, a box of thumbtacks, nails, a baseball bat, cookie sheet, fire extinguisher, fire hose or firehouse it doesn't mean a damn thing. I'm here to tell you right now Gilbert. From now on every time I see your sniveling little face I'm gonna take something and wrap it around your fat little head. And I know Ash here said to come on out and take that beating anytime, but I'm here to tell you that I don't need you to do that. Any damn time I want to, I'll come back there and stick your damn head through a f***in window. Now how's that for keeping you 'up all night'? GILBERT.

(Ryan hands the mic to Sampson.)

RS: At Domination Two, the tide was turned. The battles were won, but the war rages on. For the second time in as many pay-per-views, Eddy Love was left in pain at my hands. First there was the Headliner at Bad Blood and then came Eddy Love passing out in pain from the Glass Ceiling. This...(Sampson taps the Federation title sitting on his shoulder)...was not my prime motivation but winning it was a nice bonus. I have no remorse for my actions, nor do I have any compassion for Eddy Love. Eddy didn't know what he had gotten himself into but I'm sure he's reminded of what he's in now every time he reaches for the Federation title and realizes it's no longer there. But instead of blaming himself, perhaps he should blame his main man, Marcus Gottfried. It was Marcus Gottfried who made a fatal error; he got over-confident. He thought the EWI was finally about to succumb to his will, but there way no chance in Hell that I was going to let that happen. You see, Marcus, the money that you've been flashing around might buy some of the best talent in EWI, but you cannot buy me and you cannot buy my two friends here!

(Crowd pops.)

RS: Ash is as extreme as it gets in this business, and God save you if ever gets his hands on you, Marcus, because I've seen that look in his eye before and it's always meant something bad was about to happen to whomever crossed his path. And what more can be said about Dan Ryan? Dan and I have been friends, we've been enemies, and now he's here...on my side. You see, I knew about the conflict between he and Apocalypse. Hell, everyone who's ever been a part of the NthWA did, but I also knew that if a compromise could be facilitated, a new force could make himself known in EWI. Dan Ryan...the Ego Buster...is that force. SSN can recruit anyone it wants to. The three of us are more than capable of taking any damn one of them on. The mood is about to change, Marcus, and there's nothing you can do about it. Be seein' ya...pally.

("Biggest and the Best" starts up again and the three men each mount a turnbuckle and salute the crowd. After a few moments they exit the ring and go back to the locker room.)

GM: Who do those freaks think they are anyway?

BS: Who they are is EWI's front line attack from the SSN. That's who they are.

GM: Oh General you are so smart in your military tactics. Give me a break! Those three got lucky at Domination II.

BS: That'll be another day, but right now we've got to get back to the action. Coming up next we got newcomer Tony Parrish taking on Malign's teacher ... Shivers.

GM: Well it's about time we saw Shivers in action.

BS: Let's take a look at how good Malign's teacher is. He helped Malign numerous times to win his matches against Ash.

GM: Yeah, but Ash finally got his last week when he beat the snot out of ol' Malign, kinda like Corleone did.

BS: You'd better hold your voice down. Shivers is out and in the ring. Let's get started!


Tony Parrish vs Shivers

6' 3", 245lbs | 6' 0", 275lbs

Warsaw, North Carolina | New York, NY

'Make Me Bad' - KoRn | 'Surfacing' - Slipknot


Shivers locks up with Parrish, who somehow gets the advantage over the much bigger man and takes him down with a snap suplex. Shivers gets up without missing a beat and tries to clothesline Parrish, but Parrish ducks it and locks Shivers into a rear waistlock and levels Shivers with a belly-to-back suplex. He pulls Shivers up and whips him into the ropes. As Shivers comes off the ropes, Parrish nails him with a kick to the gut. Neckbreaker by Parrish, followed by a tornado DDT. Shivers slowly makes his way to his feet, sluggishly and turns around just in time to be met with a punch to the head from Parrish. Parrish takes Shivers down with a reverse DDT and kicks him while he's down. Shivers gets to his feet only to be met with a belly to belly suplex from Parrish. Parrish pulls him up and whips him into the turnbuckle. Parrish follows behind with a knee to the gut of Shivers. Elevated DDT by Parrish. Parrish whips Shivers into the ropes and levels him with a clotheline. He picks Shivers up and locks him into a headlock but turns it into a Russian leg sweep. Parrish with a powerbomb into a pin for the three count

BS: He calls that the ParrishBomb and this one's over almost as soon as it started.

Winner: Tony Parrish


GM: Well, Shivers didn't do... THAT.. bad, did he?

BS: All I can say is... I see where Malign learned.

GM: I thought he had a chance a couple of times in there. Really.

BS: Whatever Gary. Think what you will.

{The scene suddenly cuts away to the parking lot area where another limo has pulled up. As the limo stops the driver gets out and opens the door for EWI Owner Erik Zieba who comes walking out in good spirits for once.}

GM: Zieba is here!

BS: And when he finds out about the events that have already gone down tonight that smile will turn upside down. Folks we've got to go to a break, but up next it's Inferno putting the EWI Cruiserweight title on the line against Jesse Falcon ... NEXT!

{The camera cuts away and start to show scenes for Heatwave in Evansville taking place at Roberts Stadium.}


{As the camera cuts back the scene shows Owner Erik Zieba talking to Vice President Les McCarver in the hallway area.}

VP LM: (picking up in the conversation) ... and when I got up there I told him to his face that he has to honor that one match still left in his clause since the match at Domination II didn't go down.

EZ: That's good. And what about her? Did you fire her on the spot?

VP LM: I thought you wanted to do that.

EZ: Yeah. That might make me feel better. Come on let's go find her.

{As Zieba and McCarver start to walk off the camera cuts back to the announcer's table.}

GM: He's going to fire his secretary just because she dropped him for Sajec? That can't be right!

BS: Now even you should know that Zieba holds a grudge. A fair grudge, but one neverless.

GM: It stinks if you ask me.

BS: That's why we're not asking. Coming up next folks we've got Inferno putting the title on the line against Jesse Falcon.

GM: Falcon tried to get his attention earlier, but I don't think you can get into the seven foot layer of skull that Inferno has.

BS: Folks let's go to the ring for our first title bout of the night!


For the EWI Cruiserweight Title

Inferno vs "Furious" Jesse Falcon

6' 1", 210lbs | 6'2", 223lbs

Pittsburgh, PA | Dallas, TX

"Pollution" - Limp Bizkit | "Cowboy" - Kid Rock


Jesse Falcon waits in the ring as Inferno comes down to ringside. Inferno takes off the EWI Cruiserweight Championship and raises it above his head once he enters the ring. Suddenly, Devil without a Cause cues up and Vice President McCarver comes out and stands outside the entrance curtain.

GM: Oh Not him.

BS: Would you rather have Zieba or Dupree out here?

GM: No.

The Vice President waits for the crowd to calm down, then speaks.

LM: Since getting this postition at Domination two, I've taken my job quite seriously. I've looked into the Cruiserweight division problems we've been having. As much as Jesse Falcon and Inferno want to be out here parading around in front of the fans, it's just not a good idea to shove a Falcon, Inferno match down the fans throats every week. Well here's the deal. Next week at Shockwave, We'll be having a special Cruiser match. We're going to call it a contract on a pole match. The winner of this match will get a shot at the Cruiser Champion at the next PPV. The way to win is climb up the pole and grab the contract. Now who is going to be in this match? Well, Evan Aho, Sky Suicide, Tommy Payne, Darkness and the other cruiser's. Who won't be in the match? The loser of this very match. Sorry guys, We've seen it before. I wish both men luck here tonight.

(Devil Without a Cause cues back up and Vice President McCarver heads to the back.)

The bell sounds and both men circle each other. Jesse Falcon strikes first with a double leg take down. Jesse drives Inferno to the mat, knocking the wind out of him. Jesse Falcon locks in a arm bar and a look of pain is on Inferno's face. Inferno is close enough to the ropes to grab the bottom rope. Jesse Falcon releases the hold and let's Inferno get back up to a veritcal base. Inferno charges but Jesse Falcon side steps Inferno. Jesse Falcon catches Inferno in the back of the head with a elbow and spins him around hooking him and hitting a vertical suplex. Jesse Falcon climbs up to the second rope and comes off with a leg drop. Jesse Falcon goes for the cover. One..Two...Kick out by Inferno. Jesse Falcon looks to the crowd for support and Inferno capitalizes by drop kicking Jesse in the knee. Jesse rolls on the mat in pain as Inferno leaves the ring and tosses a steel chair into the ring. Inferno DDT's Falcon on the chair. Cover. One...Two...Three...No foot on the ropes.

BS: Wow that was a close call there.

GM: Ah, I hope they kill each other.

Inferno pulls Jesse Falcon up to his feet and hits a neckbreaker. Inferno grabs the chair and places it across the face of Jesse Falcon, Inferno heads to the top rope and comes off with a leg drop that hits nothing but the steel chair. Jesse Falcon rolls out of the ring to catch his breathe, Inferno off the far ropes Corkscrew plancha over the top rope onto Jesse Falcon on the floor. Inferno kneels across Jesse's upper body and pounds his forehead ten times as the fans at ringside count along. Inferno lets out a high growl and tosses Jesse Falcon back in the ring. Inferno climbs to the top rope and comes off with a Flying Body Press. One..Two...Thre..Shoulder up.

BS: Neither man is willing to give an inch here.

GM: Neither man deserves this title.

Inferno pounds on the mat in disgust. Inferno grabs the chair and swings it at Jesse Falcon's head as soon as he gets up, but Falcon moves and then dropkicks the chair into Inferno's face. Inferno drops the chair and staggers back into the corner. Jesse Falcon opens the chair and sits it a few feet in front of Inferno. Jesse Falcon takes a few steps back and uses the chair to catapult himself in the air and hits a Leg Lariat that sends Inferno stumbling out of the corner and Inferno lands face first on the seat of the open chair. The Ref moves the chair as Jesse Falcon climbs to the top rope and hits the Fury Bomb. One...Two...Three.

Winner: Jesse Falcon (NEW EWI Cruiserweight Champion)


BS: Falcon has done it! He is the new Cruiserweight champion of EWI!

GM: Not only that, but if he makes it to Meltdown then will NOT be facing Inferno. Insetead it'll be who wins at Shockwave and I have to admit this is a good move by Vice President McCarver.

(Standing outside as security for the Mechanical Animals are Junon soldiers and Balamb mercenaries. The camera enters the dressing room which is very luxurious. There are two black leather sofas, a black leather reclining chair, a glass coffee table with food and drinks, and a big screen TV. One sofa is against the back wall, while the other is set against the right wall. The reclining chair is set diagonally on the left wall. The glass coffee table sits in the middle of the room, and the big screen TV is set against the front wall near the door. Angelus and Kelly are sitting on the far off sofa. Ruiner is by himself in the reclining chair, and Irvine is sitting beside Alucard on the sofa on the right. Jessica is standing in the middle of the room facing Angelus.)

Jessica: What?! The Adjusters are a big step back from the match you and Ruiner had against The Circus!

Angelus: (sighs deeply) You don't even know the correct names of the tag teams here in the EWI! Their name is The Dark Carnival!

Jessica: Ugh! Whatever! It doesn't matter what their names are. Anyway, I have decided that you and Ruiner won't wrestle The Adjusters.

Angelus: You can't do that!

Jessica: Oh, can't I?

Angelus: They accepted an open challenge. I'm sure EZ has got the Mechanical Animals versus The Adjusters booked for Des Moines.

Jessica: Cards are subject to change.

Angelus: So, Ruiner and I are to go two cards without a match? Brilliant strategy Jessica. This will definetely get us more victories o' great manager.

Jessica: Don't get smart with me!

(Angelus sighs deeply and bows his head into his hands. Alucard stands up and walks up to Jessica.)

Alucard: Listen, let them have the match with The Adjusters. It'll be an easy win. You don't want it to seem like MA are scared, do you? Please....do it for me.

(Jessica blushes)

Jessica: Well...okay. You can have the match with those nobodys.

(Angelus raises his head and lets out a deep breath. Obviously was counting to ten.)

Angelus: Good. Now on to our other future match. Are Amplified not too much of a step back for us to wrestle?

Jessica: No, not too much. But it can't be a Hell in a Cell match. It's too dangerous. No sense in doing these insane matches. I can't increase your wins if you and Ruiner are injured and unable to wrestle.

(Ruiner suddenly stands and has an evil look about him)

Ruiner: Angelus and myself are the ONLY way our wins are increased! We're the ones inside of the ring doing all the work. You do nothing!

Jessica: Excuuuuse me?!

Ruiner: Why don't you do us a favor and stop being Ms. Ultra-Mega Bitch! Sorry things between you and Angelus didn't work out, but be an adult about it and move on! You're not much of a help. You're more of a damn thorn in our sides!

Alucard: Hey! Just calm down. Let's all keep a cool head here. Despite personal feelings, Jessica is yours and Angelus' manager.

Ruiner: Alucard, when Jessica said she was going to have you whipped, she didn't mean it sexually. I guess all that bleach has sunk down into your brain and made you more idiotic than Irvine acts.

Alucard: Why you...!

(Alucard charges and spears Ruiner onto the reclining chair. Ruiner throws Alucard down to the floor, but before any serious fighting can happen, Angelus grabs Ruiner and Irvine grabs Alucard and restrains them.)

Angelus: Damnit Jessica!

Jessica: What?!

Angelus: Don't play dumb!

Ruiner: Not too damn hard for her!

Alucard: You son of a bitch!

Angelus: Shut the hell up! Everyone! Ruiner and Alucard, both of you guys are going to have to leave if you can't get along.

Jessica: Alucard isn't leaving. He's staying with me, here.

Ruiner: Being manager doesn't mean you own a dressing room!

Angelus: Ruiner! Just calm down.

Ruiner: I'll do better than that. I'll give Einstein her wish. I'm out of here.

(Angelus lets Ruiner go and Ruiner storms out, commanding the Balamb mercenaries to follow him. A camera follows Ruiner through the building, out to the back parking lot where a stretch black limo is parked. The driver hurrys out to open the door for Ruiner and his men, but Ruiner yells something and the driver shoots back inside the limo. Ruiner violently opens the back door and yells for the mercenaries to hurry up and get inside. As Ruiner enters the limo the camera picks up Ruiner saying, "That damn bitch!" The scene changes back to the dressing room. Everyone is sitting now, but Irvine is now in the reclining chair.)

Jessica: What an ass.

Angelus: Jessica!

Jessica: Well, he is!

(Angelus sighs deeply and flops his face into his hands. After a moment of silence, the camera switches back to the announcers)

GM: Sounds like trouble in the MA camp to me!

BS: And that cannot be good. The Mechanical Animals have come a long way in the EWI and to see them shatter like this would be a terrible thing.

GM: Blame Jessica. Always blame the female.

BS: Folks we've got to cut away, but when we come back it'll be Amplified taking on The Electric Company ... NEXT!!!

{As the camera cuts away it shows scenes for Shockwave in Indianapolis at the Conseco Fieldhouse.}


{As the camera cuts back the scene picks up Owner Erik Zieba and VP Les McCarver walking down the hallway. As they pass by the EMT area they look in to see that Commissioner Dupree is getting his arm checked out by one of the people on staff.}

EZ: What happened to you?

CD: I found Corleone

EZ: Corleone did this to you?

CD: He wasn't exactly happy eariler in the show.

EZ: Wait did he wrestle already tonight?

CD: Yeah. Against Malign in the cage match. Corleone won.

EZ: DAMN that makes him 2-0! What am I gonn .... wait. I know he's here and so is he. I saw the others ...

CD: What's up?

EZ: Les. I need you to find some people.

LM: Sure thing. Why?

EZ: Corleone wants to screw with me? That boy is in my crosshairs now .....

{Zieba storms off while the other two are looking at eachother. The camera then cuts back to the announcer's table.}

GM: I don't like that look on his face.

BS: Blame it on Corleone. He put his hand on the Commissioner and you knew it was only a matter of time before Zieba found out.

GM: Ever get that cold chill running through your spine? That's what I'm feeling cause Zieba has that creative look on his face.

BS: Well I'm SURE we're going to find out what he has planned, but coming up next we've got Amplified taking on The Electric Company.

GM: The protectors of Hellfighter feel that they have this new lease on life, but they're going in against The Electric Company and they cannot be looked past.

BS: Folks let's get to the ring for the next encounter.


Amplified vs The Electric Company

Combined Weight 477 | Combined Weight 486

St. Louis, MO | Osaka, Japan

‘Bring the Pain’ - Method Man | 'Stayin' Alive' - The Bee Gees


The Electric Company stand in the ring waiting for Amplified. DeeZees, Bass, and Electra sneak out of the crowd. Deezees and Bass hit springboard dropkicks to the back of the The Electric Company. Minako has a look of horror on her face as both members of Amplified continue to stomp away on the Electric Company.

BS: They came out of nowhere!

GM: Surprise attack by Amplified on the Japan team. Now why does THIS sound familiar?

BS: Don't go there.

Finally the Ref gets some control and Hercules Ogawa and Deezees have left the ring, Leaving Bass and Go Kanzaki in the ring. Go Kanzaki bounces off the far ropes and tries for a shoulder tackle but Bass doesn't budge. Bass then levels Go Kanzaki with a right that sends him to the mat. Bass reached down and pulls Go Kanzaki up and irish whips him into the far ropes and catches him with a back drop that sends Go Kanazi halfway across the ring. Go Kanzaki quickly crawls to his corner and makes a tag. Hercules Ogawa comes charging in and hits a drop kick that sends Bass to the floor.

BS: Bass to the ground and now The Electric Company are fighting back!

GM: It was only a matter of time, but now here comes the Osaka sensations!

Electra jumps up on the apron and the ref is trying to get her down, Deezees comes in and plants Hercules Ogawa with a reverse DDT. Deezees slides out of the ring as Electra jumps down. Bass slides back in the ring and applies a arm bar and pulls Hercules Ogawa to his corner. Bass tags in Deezees and Deezees with a release german suplex. Hercules Ogawa lands hard on the back of his neck. Deezees off the ropes, but Minako grabs his foot. Deezees turns and looks and Minako yells up at him, not seeing Electra as she comes from behind and throws her to the ground by her hair.

BS: What the?

GM: YES! Finally the price of admission has been justified! CATFIGHT!!!

The ref is trying to seperate the women. Bass throws something into the ring. Deezees uses it to KO Go Kanazki and then Hercules Ogawa. Deezees pulls the ref back in and covers Hercules Ogawa. One...Two...Three.

Winner: Amplified


BS: Amplified wins!

GM: Well earned contest .... where did those two girls go?

BS: Wait we've still got action! Here comes Ricky and Tommy Payne along with Justin Sane!

Justin Sane, Ricky and Tommy Payne all charge the ring and the St. Louis Calab-O start destroying Go Kanzaki and Hercules Ogawa. Ricky Payne slides out and throws two tables in the ring. Bass and Deezees pull Go Kanazi to a corne and Justin Sane pulls Hercules Ogawa up to his feet. Tommy Payne sets up both tables. Justin Sane drives Hercules Ogawa through the table with a Power Bomb. Deezees climbs up the top rope and Bass and Tommy Payne hold Go Kanazi as Deezees comes off the top rope with a moonsault, sending himself and Go through the table.

BS: My GOD! It's mass carnage in the ring!

GM: The St. Louis Calab-O are out to make a name for themselves! Kinda reminds you of The Manifest Destiny doesn't it?

BS: Please don't bring those bad memories up. Wait a minute we have more hitting the ring!

Suddenly Inferno and Zero charge the ring with chairs and clear out the ring. The St. Louis Calab-O stand on the outside screaming at Inferno and Zero. The Naughty Frog John Davis tries to sneak in from the back,but Inferno quickly turns around and nails him in the head with a chair. Deezees pulls John Davis out of the ring. The St. Louis Calab-O head to the back as Inferno and The Southern Fox Zero check on the Electric Company.

GM: Inferno and The Southern Fox Zero have just saved The Electric Company from total devestation!

BS: Folks we've got to break away ....

{The camera suddenly cuts to EWI Owner Erik Zieba walking towards the backstage area.}

EZ: (to one of the attendents in the back) Give me a microphone NOW!

BS v/o: Zieba's might be next! Folks we'll be right back!!!

{The camera cuts away and begins to show scenes for Heatwave in Detroit at the Joe Louis Arena.}


Cue Up: The Godfather Theme... Performed by Guns and Roses

Corleone appears at the top of the stage, dressed to the nines as always is dressed to the nines, although he looks a tad rumpled. Actually, he looks a tad angry, He motions for the mic, gets one and addresses the crowd.

AC: ZIEBA! I know you're in the building somewhere so you might as well bring your sorry ass out to the ring or YOU will pay the price. And believe me, THAT'S NOT A PRICE YOU WANT TO PAY!

{'Take A Look Around' - Limp Bizkit as Vice President Erik Zieba makes his way down the rampway towards the ring. A series of cheers, along with several boos, follow the VP as he walks around looking for a microphone.}

Zieba: "I didn't get to see it, but I heard about it...and from what I understand, we had ourselves a little lovefest to start off the show. Well, Corleone, Dupree might be a supporter, but I am most DEFINITELY NOT! He let you get away with "transportation problems," but I will most DEFINITELY..NOT! He let you get away with not wrestling in your scheduled gauntlet match, but I will most...DEFINITELY.....NOT. Corleone, I want to fire you...and I will fire you--but not for that. Not without at least a speck of your blood on my mats. Because when you are gone, I'm going to treasure the time we spent together, Antonio, I'm going to turn those blood-stained canvas pieces into trophies and hang them on my walls as though they were medieval tapestries. Antonio, I am going to fire you...but it will be because you lost THREE consecutive matches in my rings. And we start....TONIGHT. Tonight, in this ring, you will wrestle your gauntlet match against...Tribulation, Vitruvian Veritas....and the Vital Idols. I hope you feel lucky, Antonio--you're gonna need a hell whole lot of it!!"

(Zieba's theme fires up again and he leaves the ring.)

GM: HE DID IT! He got the goat of Corleone! I knew he would strike, but like this? DAMN!

BS: Well this match is gonna start so here we go!


Best of Five - Continues

Under Gauntlet Rules

'The Silencer' Antonio Corleone vs Tribulations, The Vitol Idols, Vitruvian Veritas


Corleone tosses the mike to a nearby tech and hops out of the ring. He removes what clothing he needs to and hands them to a nearby ring attendant. He glares at the attendant as he hands him the clothes articles.

AC: There's more money in those clothes then you'll EVER make in your life, so you take good care of that stuff or I'll cut... (Makes throat slashing gesture.) ...your tip. Got it.

The ring attendant frantically nods his head.

Corleone enters back into the ring. The massive chest and shoulders cut a impressive physique. He's not pumped, or shredded, just... BIG.

GM: I can't believe they're going to screw Corleone like this! Two matches in one night? What is Zieba thinking?

BS: Actually, Corleone is looking really good here.

GM: He needs to be... he's running the gauntlet then a cage match!

Cue UP: Fixxer by Metallica.

Vitruvian Veritas appears at the top of the ring dressed in red and black tights, a black trenchcoat and black boots. He poses for a second for the crowd, then turns and sprints down to the ring. He dives through the ropes and charges Corleone, Corleone's expression doesn't even change as he hip tosses Veritas across the ring. Veritas rolls to his feet snarling at Corleone. Corleone sneers back and taunts him.

GM: Kind of agile for a big guy.

BS: Corleone is no slouch Gary. He does stuff you just wouldn't expect.

GM: Like what? Run a chopshop?

Corleone and Veritas lock up again, They stand locked up for a second, then Corleone flexes his muscles and powers Veritas into the Corner. Corleone pounds Veritas with three quick rights before the ref breaks it up. Veritas shakes his head and tries to clear out the cobwebs, but suddenly eats a size fourteen gucci as Corleone shoves the ref out of the way and smacks Veritas with a mafia kick. Veritas flips backward out of the ring and lands harshly on the floor.

GM: Uh... OUCH.

BS: Told ya.

Veritas lays on the matt holding his head while Corleone slides out of the ring. Corleone grabs Veritas by the hair and drags him to his feet. He bounces Veritas's head off of the ringpost and then off the ring apron. Veritas tries to stagger away, but Corleone grabs him by the shorts and fires Veritas back into the ring. Corleone clambers back up to the ring apron, but Veritas desperately tries to start an office by rising unsteadily to his feet and bouncing off the ropes. He ducks a Corleone clothesline. Springs off the ropes and manages to flatten Corleone with a crossbodyblock. The ref actually slaps a one count before Corleone presses Veritas off his cheast and across the ring. Corleone bounces to his feet steaming as Veritas warily recovers.

GM: Finally, Vinegar gets some offence in.

BS: It's Vitruvian. Vitruvian Veritas.

GM: Bless you. Allergies bugging you Brett?

BS:....

Corleone charges Veritas, but Veritas stops the charge dead by dealing a vicious kick to Corleones knee. Corleone staggers back grimacing, Veritas spies his chance and starts an offence. He gouges Corleones eyes, kicks Corleone in the groin, then drops Corleone on his face with a drop toe hold. Veritas grabs the ankle on the Corleones damaged leg and spins into a drop toe hold. Veritas smirks down at the grimacing Corleone. Corleone snarls and punches Veritas in the face. Veritas staggers back away from the angry italian. Corleone gingerly stands, bracing his damaged knee. Veritas tries to regain the advantage again by kicking Corleone in the knee again, but Corleone catches the foot before Veritas can land a second damaging kick. Veritas responds by Superkicking Corleone across the face. He lands nimbly on his feet and howls triumphantly.

GM: What a moron.

BS: Turn around Veritas!

Corleone stands grimly behind his opponent, rubbing the spot on the side of his face where Veritas kicked him. He grabs veritas by the hair and drills Veritas in the kidneys four quick times. Corleone releases his grip on Veritas and his adversary staggers agonized in a circle. Corleone kicks Veritas in the stomach, doubling Veritas over. Corleone smashes Veritas into the matt with a diving powerbomb, Then sits on Veritas and repeatedly lands heavy rights to the side of Veritas's head until the refereee drags Corleone off.

BS: Good Lord what a beating.

GM: What's the ref doing?

BS: He's checking on Veritas... He's NOT!

GM: He is! The ref just called the match!

Winner: Advancing to the next stage - Antonio Corleone

GM: Well, that's pretty impressive actually. I'm starting to like this italian guy.

BS: How so?

GM: Every week we've got guys out here claiming they're going to beat their opponent unconcious. This is the first guy I've ever seen do that!

BS: You know what Garrett? You're right! You just don't see that all that often!

CUE UP: HELL NO, BY STRIPER

Tribulation appears at the top of the ramp, simply dressed in blue jeans and black boots. Where Corleone was simply muscle on muscle, Tribulation is one buff individual. His pecs are huge, his biceps massive and his stomach is a solid steel washboard. His devastating physique is somewhat offset by the two evident gold teeth, and the crooked nose. Tribulation strides down to the ring, past the EMTs wheeling Veritas away and rolls in. He doesn't charge Corleone, he simply strides up and stares Corleone in the eye. Corleone stares back impassively. Tribulation rears back and spits in Corleons face. Corleone doesn't flinch, he merely wipes the saliva off of his cheek, the clobbers Tribulation with a right hand. Tribulation takes the punch, then belts Corleone. A total slugfest ensues, lefts and rights hammering the opponent. There isn't even an attempt at scientific wrestling, just a simple contest of who can hand out the most punishment.

GM: Wow. Rick Steamboat would be proud.

BS: This is crazy. The referee isn't even trying to break this up.

GM: I wouldn't try to get between those two either.

The slugfest continues for a few long minutes until finally Tribulation starts to weaken. Corleone sees this, and picks up the pace. He hammers Tribulation, ducks a flailing right hand, and locks Tribulation in a full nelson. Tribulations head smacks off the matt via a vicious Uncle Slam. Corleone grabs Tribulation by the hair and drags him to his knees, but Tribulation grabs Corleone and smacks Corleones face off his skull with a jawbuster. Corleone holds his face, stunned, while Tribulation recovers. Tribulation braces himself against the turnbuckle while Corleone regains his equilibrium.

BS: My god. I think we've just found Tyson's next two opponents.

GM: Tyson? He's not in their league.

Both men in the ring regain their bearings and warily circle the other. Tribulation strikes first, ducking a haymaker from Corleone and turning the move into a bulldog of his own. Corleone pops out of the move and slams Tribulation. Tribulation hooks Corleones ankle on the matt, and drops the big man on his face. He locks Corleone into a chicken wing, and starts to cinch it up. Corleone, snorts once, powers out of the move then clamps a big meaty paw around tribulations throat. The ref counts to four before Corleone breaks the choke hold, then reapplies it. Tribulation in desperation whips his feet up and hooks the big man flat in a modifed sunset pin. Corleone counters with a standard foots smack block, and both men jockey for position once again.

GM: Gotta say, Corleone is showing me something here.

BS: All the more impressive considering he just dealt with Veritas.

GM: Oh yeah, he REALLY dealt with Veritas.

Corleone attempts to spear Tribulation flat, but Tribulation spins with the move and turns it into an armdrag/armbar. Corleone smacks the matt in frustration, then spins and twists to trap a surprised Tribulation in a scissors hold. Tribulation escapes with a headstand and tries to land on top of Corleone to inflict more damage. Corleone rolls with the move hooks behind Tribulations head and spins Tribulation into a cradle.

GM: NO WAY!

BS: ... TWO .... THREE! Corleone wins with of all things a Mahistrol Cradle!

Winner: Advancing to the next stage - Antonio Corleone

GM: Well holy crap! What a move from the big man!

BS: Tribulation more shocked than angry. Corleone is catching his breath in the corner as Tribulation pleads with the ref.

Tribulation still wears a shocked look on his face as he speaks with the ref. The ref holds up his hand with three fingers raised and smacks his hand into his palm three times. Tribulation sighs and accept sthe fact that he got beat. He turns to look at Corleone still wearing that shocked look. Corleone returns the look, then shrugs his shoulders, in a 'Sorry' gesture. Tribulation shakes his head and exits the ring glumly walking slowly back to the dressing room. Corleone merely hunches over with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

GM: Ok, so far he beat Veritas unconcious, then pinned Tribulation with a cradle out of nowhere. What's next?

BS: Next up...

CUE UP: Running with The Devil: Van Halen

BS: ... is the Vitol Idols

Sky and Tony appear at the Top of the ramp, wearing glittering sequined outfits. Sky turns around to pose and little LEDS light up on the back of his jacket, forming the letter s 'SSN'. Turn On Tony Sajec, on the other hand, just looks around in disgust obviously showing that he does not want to be there.

GM: Man could it show anymore? Sajec should be happy that he's out here to wrestle and to show his talent.

BS: Well he don't wanna be here and he's not keeping it a secret! And now Sky has a mic.

SS: Well, Well, Well, Hellllllooooooo Boozemon! (Huge heel pop.) It would seem that once again it's time for every young single woman in range of this viewing image to run to te bathroom and engage her 'personal massage unit'. WooHoo! Because now the best, hottest, smoothest, coolest, number one tag team in the whole friggin EWI has decided to grace the viewing audience with our presence, ONCE AGAIN. Take it Turn On!

As Sky hands the mic to Sajec he takes it and looks straight at Sky. After a moment he then shakes his head and drops the mic and begins to walk towards the ring totally surprising Suicide. Corleone smirks, then gestures for the microphone. He chuckles once, then speaks.

AC: Seems this might be an interesting match after all! Why don't you two quit flapping your pretty boy lips and get on down here for your ass kicking!

Tony and Sky look at each other, then turn and confer with each other. They whisper briefly, then turn and address the crowd.

SS: Well, far be it from me to deprive this adoring crowd... (Crowd starts chanting 'ASSHOLE...ASSHOLE...') of one more chance to watch us shine. Corleone, prepare for an ass kicking you have never imagined!

Sky and Tony throw the microphone back to the technician, then run down to the ring. Both charge Corleone at the same time. Corleone grabbing both by the throat and delivering a double chokeslam. Both Sky and Tony roll out of the ring and try to regroup, Sky starts making desperate 'time out' gestures to the ref. The ref shrugs and starts to count, As the ref gets to six, Tony turns to Sky and whispers in his ear, Sky nods, rolls into the ring long enough to break the count, then rolls out before Corleone can get his hands on him. Sky poses on the floor for a second, while Tony struts around the ring pointing at his head in a 'Boy am I smart gesture.'

GM: I'm not sure those two want to try and pull this stuff with Corleone.

BS: It's the Vitol Idols. They can't be anything but cocky.

Corleone watches about as much as he can take of the two outside preening and mocking him. He slides out under the ropes and charges Sky. Sky spots him coming and dashes away from Corleone and around the ring, Corleone follows in hot pursuit. Tony sees the two coming and dives under the announcers table, letting the two pass.

GM: Ok, what are they up to.

BS: Nothing good Gary, nothing good.

Tony pops out from under the table after Corleone passes and snags a chair. He waits until the two come around again, then clobbers Corleone with the chair. He raises the chair over the fallen Corleone and whacks him again. Meanwhile, Sky pops in and out of the ring again to break up he count. He zips over to his partner, to give him a high five, then both men drag up Corleone and fire him into the ring. Sky clambers up a turnbuckle while Tony whips Corleone across the ring and annhilates Corleone with a superkick, dropping the big man flat in the ring. Tony turns and points to Sky, who howls wildly, then flies across the ring to land a brutal moonsault. Sky covers and the ref starts a count.

GM: Aw... C'mon Corleone!

GM: Two... and KICKOUT!

Corleone presses Sky off his chest and over the ref at the last second, he sits up holding his head. Tony looks at Sky exasperatedly, then bounces off the ropes to nail Corleone in the mouth with a missle dropkick. Tony covers and gets a two count as well. Sky motions to Tony who drags up Corleone, Tony whips Corleone into Sky. Sky unwisely attempts to powerslam Corleone, and fails miserably. Corleone blocks the attempt, then slams Sky into the matt. Sky writhes on the matt clutching at his back. Tony whips Corleone around and desperately tries to lay into Corleone with right hands. Corleone no sells the punches, then floors Tony with one punch. Tony half tries to sit up, half clutches at his face as Sky regains his feet, bounces off the rope and plants a big knee into Corleone's back. Corleone grimaces, then turns to face the incredulous Sky. Sky backs up against the ropes, making peaceful gestures. Corleone charges Sky, but Sky ducks and grabs the top rope, sending Corleone sailing over the rope. Corleone makes an awkward flip and lands with a heavy thud on his back.

GM: Sky is the luckiest little... sucker I've ever seen.

BS: Sky distracting the ref, and here comes Sajec with a chair!

Corleone starts to get gingerly to his feet when Sajec flies around the corner and pastes him with a chair. The loud clang is audible throughout the arena, but the referee is oblivious to the sound as he argues with Sky. Tony brings the chair down on Corleones head three more times in rapid succesion, then throws the chair away and rolls back into the ring. He motions to Sky, who releases the ref and points out Corleone laying on the matt. Reluctantly, the ref starts to count.

GM: Corleones busted wide open. Dammit!

BS: He's running out of time, the refs at six already.

Corleone drunkenly staggers back to his feet, he spins around trying to find his bearings, but the blood flowing from his forehead and down his shirt are impeding him. He finally finds the ring and attempts to climb up, but by the time Corleone makes it to the second rope, the ref has reached ten in the count and rings the bell.

Winner: The Vitol Idols


GM: Damn... he was real close to pulling that off.

BS: Yes he was Gary, but Sky and Tony weaseled that win out. Still, Corleone nearly pulled that gauntlet match off.

GM: Another up and comer here in the EWI. Y'know, I'm starting to like this place. Still not thrilled with the pay though.

BS: You'll have to take that up with Mr. Zieba.

Corleone collects his jacket and tie from the ring tech. Quietly he reaches into his pocket and hands the technician a hundred dollar bill. The technician looks at Corleone with a surprised look and motions over an EMT, Corleone quietly brushes off the EMT and heads towards the back, blood still dripping from his head. Meanwhile Sky and Turn On celebrate in the ring, revelling in the catcalls, boos, thrown garbage.... and the odd set of bra or panties. Sky then reaches for a microphone again.

SS: How about it Turn On? How was that match? We're on top of the world!

TOTS: (taking the mic and smiling) Yeah .... you know what Sky ... SCREW YOU!

Sajec then pushes the mic right into the chest of Suicide and heads out of the ring surprising Suicide all together.

GM: WHAT IS UP WITH HIM? They just beat Corleone in a Gauntlet match! He should be happy.

BS: After that meeting with Zieba and hearing he was forced to honor his contract he's just not a happy man.

GM: Well yeah Zieba can piss ANYONE OFF.

BS: Folks we've got to go to a break, but when we return we've got Cancer taking on Austin Canon ... NEXT!

{The camera cuts away and shows promos for GENESIS. The Pay Per View that kicked it all off and it's talking place at The United Center in Chicago, Illinois}


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