Aho comes out first to a large fan pop. The out come Cameron Cruise with Mercedes. The match began quickly with Cruise getting the first shots in. Cruise takes Aho down with a firmen’s carry. He follows it up with a side headlock, pinning Aho to the mat.
MP: Oh baby, Cruise is taking it to Aho.
MM: You knew the new guy couldn’t last.
MP: Yeah baby, that’s what she said.
BS: Would you two stop?
MM: Get off our backs before I bite your friggin knees.
BS: You wanna try it? I’d punt you further than Dempsey kicked the ball.
MM: Oh my, Mr. Tough guy.
MP: Woah baby! Aho, standing up…
MM: Low Blow! Low Blow!
BS: Ha! He elbows him in the side, not once, but three times. Cruise is sent into the ropes, Aho drops his head.
MP: Rook mistake baby!
BS: Cruise kicks Aho in the face, dropping him like a bad habit.
MM: Speaking of bad habits, keep your hands above the table Sanders.
BS: Why you little!
MP: Stop! Come here Mini-Mike, give me a hug.
BS: Oh lord, someone save me!
Cruise takes the hurting Aho and sends him to the outside. Cruise follows him out, grabbing the first chair he could. He takes the chair and nails Aho, three times upside the head, causing Aho to bleed severely. Aho being helped up by Cruise, is sent into the railing, but he reverses it. Cruise nails the railing. Aho drops.
MM: Blood baby!
MP: Nothing like a nice bloody match, groovy baby, groovy.
BS: Aho is hurting bad. The first one up is Cruise, he grabs a chair. Aho gets up, he kicks Cruise in the gut and grabs the chair. He tosses it to the side!
MP: What a wuss, he could get Hard…
MM: Yeah baby, that was Victoria’s problem with Aho.
BS: I don’t believe that was what he was going to say. Aho just throws Cruise into the ring.
MP: Aho gets in the ring, Cruise is up to meet him with some right hands. Yeah Baby!
MM: Hey, look at Mercedes jump up and down.
MP: Oh, the jiggle.
MM: To me there mountains.
BS: To you an ant hill is a mountain.
MM: That’s it dammit!
BS: Hey, where did that little, where did he go?
MP: You’ve gone and done it now, you insulted him once to many times.
BS: Aho counters with an atomic drop sendi…. Owwwwwwwwwwwww! Get him off! Get him off!
MP: Your problem baby!
BS: He’s bitting my friggin leg.
Sanders gets out of his seat, running around with Mini-Mike bitting his calf. Aho grabs Cruise and and drops him with a snap suplex. Cruise gets up again, hits him with a belly to belly brainbuster.
MP: Yeah baby, action going on everywhere. Sanders getting his arse kicked, Cruise losing, and Mercedes bouncing all over the place. Yeah baby, Aho drops Cruise with “the Agony”.
As Cruise gets up Aho grabs him and sets him up in the Ecstasy. The meanwhile Sanders grabs the ring bell. Aho drops Cruise and the ref begins the count. Sanders nails Mini-Mike with the bell…..1…..he does it again……2……….he does it again…..3!
Sanders returns to the announcing table, Mini-Mike returns a little later.
MP: What a match baby!
BS: Who won?
MM: You’d know if you didn’t pound me with that stupid bell, retard.
MP: Aho baby, still on his winning ways.
BS: Please tell me the night is almost over?
MM: Up next, the groovy Flair vs the freak, Jammy.
(In the locker room area, we see Jammy stringing some poison ivy across someone’s door to their dressing room. He knocks on the door.)
Jammy: Miss Ivy, you are on!
IVY: Thanks.
(Jammy runs and hides behind some equipment piled up in the corner. Ivy opens the door and walks into the poison ivy spread across her door way while looking back in her room.)
IVY: What the f***! Whoever put this here is gonna pay.
(Jammy runs out from behind his corner and towards the ring, laughing the whole time.)
IVY: Oh, I am gonna get that **** for this one.
Jammy comes out to the ring first, running down the aisleway with a big Chicken in his hand, without a head. He stands in his corner, with the chicken sitting on the apron, laughing hysterically. Eli Flair comes down to ringside next, but is preceeded by two midgets, one dressed as Eli and one dressed as Ivy.
BS: Oh Lord, there are just to many midgets around!
MM: Oh yes, we are taking over baby!
MP: Yeah baby! The mini-Me’s, they are awesome, just awesome baby!
BS: Look at Ivy, she is itching up a storm. Her face and arms are all red. I don’t think she is happy with Jammy.
MP: Would you be? First off the guys gives Gemini some anal probing.
MM: Did you say anal probing?
BS: Okay, okay, I get the point.
Eli and Ivy enter the ring, as mini-Eli and mini-Ivy stand outside the ring by Eli’s corner. Ivy, donning the cane goes after Jammy and nails him several times with the cane, then proceeds to leave the ring. The bell rings and Eli and Jammy lock up. Eli taking control and sends Jammy into the ropes, Jammy follows up with a duck under from Eli’s clothesline and nails him with leg sweep, sending Eli crashing down.
BS: Jammy with the first move of the match. Jammy gets up , Eli follows as Jammy hits him with a knee lift as Eli is getting up.
MP: Mini-Mike, where are you going?
MM: I want mini-Eli and mini-Ivy’s autographs.
BS: Oh wonderful. Jammy climbs the ropes, Eli gets up and is met with a missle drop kick, sending him back and out of the ring.
MP: Oh baby, Jammy on fire!
BS: Look at mini-Mike, mini-Eli has got the mini-Total Elimination on him! He deserves that, the little…
MP: Hey, calm down Bret, that’s my little buddy baby!
BS: Yeah, yeah. Jammy goes out of the ring, helps Eli up as Eli grabs Jammy by the neck! He dropped him with a chokeslam. Eli picks up Jammy, and sends him into the guard rail.
Mini-Eli lets go of mini-Mike, as him and mini-Ivy grab a leash from under the ring. The drag out another midget, this one dressed as Jammy. They proceed to kick it several times. Eli takes Jammy and throws him to the ring post, Jammy goes bouncing off. He grabbed the chicken on his way down.
BS: Another friggin midget, what is going on here?
MP: The world, becomes a smaller place!
BS: Jammy is helped up by Eli, Jammy pushes Eli back, he throws the chicken at Eli. Eli catches the chicken and holds it. Jammy hits the Van Daminator on the chicken. Eli is just holding the chicken, it’s blood on his face. He gives Jammy the wierdest of looks.
Jammy runs around the ring where he sees mini-Eli and mini-Ivy still kicking mini-Jammy, he slides into the ring where Eli has gone. Eli kicks him in the gut and hits a piledriver on him. He covers him 1…….2……3No! Kick out by Jammy.
MP: No pian baby!
BS: Eli drags Jammy to his feet, powerslam by Eli. Jammy gets up rather quickly and looks at the corner where mini-Eli and mini-Ivy are still pounding on mini-Jammy.
Jammy: Would you just stop already!
BS: Jammy turns around, Eli has him in a chockehold…chokeslam. Eli covers Jammy again.
1……2……3!
BS: What a weird match.
MP; What’s this baby!, Eli helps Jammy up.
BS: Eli shakes Jammy’s hand. I guess he has earned Eli’s respect. Ivy coming over to Jammy. She hugs Jammy! Since when has she hugged anyone?
MP: It’s the poison Ivy baby! She said she would get Jammy back.
BS: What’s next?
MP; Yeah baby! Simpley Stunning vs Kross/Martin. Let’s go Brits.
BS: Let’s remember it is a first blood match for number one contendership!
MP: Yeah baby, Simply Stunning all the way!
BS: We're back here at Cape Cod and tonight, for one night only,.....
MP: Oh quiet you let me take over. Ladies and gentlemen may I present to you Jill and Susan. The SMASHING FOXES from Simply Stunning!
J: Oh Mike it's just great to be here.
S: Tell me about it. Especially with an international star like yourself.
MP: Yes life is good.
MM: Yeah it is! It's real good under this table too.
J: Who was that?
BS: Oh that would be Mini-Mike the midget who is under the table right now looking up your skirts.
S: He's WHAT?!?
[Jill and Susan scoot their chairs back and begin to slap on Mini Mike until he makes his way from under the table.
MM: What did I do? Can't a little man just look around for his lost keys?
BS: To what? Your Tricycle parked out back?
MM: That's it. Your ass is mine cripple boy!
[As the midget lunges for Sanders and Powers is pre-occupied with Jill and Susan 'Renegade Master' - Wildchild begins to play over the PA System as Co-Owner Zieba comes out and makes his way to the announcers table.]
EZ: Guys. If I wanted a porno midget fight then I would've had it in the ring, but I didn't. Looks like I'm gonna have to come out here for this match.
BS: (pushing Mini Mike back to his seat) The dwarf started it.
MM: Don't talk TUNDRA!
BS: PUNK SON-OF-A----
MP: Brett. I know it's not my place, but Mr. Zieba doesn't enjoy when people cuss at his events.
EZ: So this is how you're like when your happy. Jill, Susan I see that you made it for tonight's match.
S: Wouldn't miss it for the world.
EZ: Susan have we met before?
S: Hmmm...I don't think so...
MP: Excuse me Co-Owner Player, but the match is about to start.
BS: Let's go to ringside.
Once the bell rang both teams didn't even bother with the ref for they were out for blood. It was Kross matching up against Hardy and Martin paired off against Wilcox. In the beginning the ref tried to get control of the match, but he couldn't.
EZ: Excuse me for a second.
MP: I wonder what he's up to.
J: Actually Mike Susan and I was wondering the same thing about you.
MP: Oh I'll be your huckleberry.
BS: Well Zieba just got done having a dicussion with the ref and now he's on his way back.
EZ: Well the ref and I had a little talk and it's anything goes.
MP: Groovy baby!
EZ: Yeah I thought it was a good decision.
MP: I'm sorry did you say something?
EZ: And are you about to share more than your bolonga sandwich on National TV?
MM: Boss get a room!
Wilcox took Martin on the outside as Hardy and Kross continued to square off in the middle of the ring. On the outside Wilcox planted Martin into the steel steps as Hardy was catching Kross off the ropes with a flying elbow. Eventually the tide began to turn as Wilcox was about to whip Martin into the steel railing, but Martin reversed it and Wilcox felt the steel on his back. As he was trying to walk out Martin caught him with a superkick to knock Wilcox over the railing and into the crowd. Inside of the ring Kross finally got the advantage due to a misque by Hardy. Kross began his assult on Hardy with a quick kick to the gut and then hitting with a gutrench suplex/powerbomb. Kross then came off the ropes and planted a elbow right between the eyes of Hardy.
BS: Now look at Kross. He's biting away at the forehead of Hardy!
MP: THAT'S BLOODY UNFAIR!
EZ: Actually it is fair since I just made it anything goes.
MP: Oh really?
EZ: Well if you wasn't busy with the clevage twins....
J: You're just jealous cause you're not as sexy as Mike here.
EZ: WHAT? Woman please!
MM: Oh that was funny! HA HA HA!
EZ: Perhaps you would like to be butt floss for a fat woman's ass!
MM: NNOOOOO!!!!!! Can I get you some coffee sir?
BS: I'm sorry Mr. Zieba, but better you than me.
EZ: Yeah lucky me.
Upon the ten minute mark both teams were back in the ring trying to get the best of eachother. As Kross and Wilcox were tired up in the corner it was Martin that scored against Hardy by catching him from behind with a low blow. Martin then came off the ropes and caught Hardy in his finisher The Reign (Rock Bottom). He went for a cover, but was reminded that it was a first blood match. He then went to help Kross work over Wilcox.
MP: What a moron! He knows he can't pin Mike Hardy that quick!
BS: (looking at Zieba then at Powers) What?
EZ: (looking at Sanders then at Powers) What?
MP: Well did he get the pin?
BS: Well....no, but.....
MP: Exactly my point!
S: Oh don't worry cause even if he tried for a pin Mike would've kicked out. He's that strong you know.
MP: Oh really baby.
(CUE UP:"Inside" - Abreaction)
J: What the....?
BS: You know who that is!
MP: I try to forget sometimes, baby....
EZ: Better yet what the HELL is he doing here!
BS: Eli Flair is in the arena, and listen to these fans! SS and Martin and Kross have gotta be a LITTLE distracted! Flair has a microphone!
EF: I've been keeping up to date on all the goings- on in the EWI, even with my match against Creed. And I've got a few things to say on the subject of the EXTREME Champion.
(Most of the in- ring action halts as the combatants turn their attention to Flair)
EF: You see.... I take offense to the notion that you two, Martin and Kross, made a fool of me. Matt.... you couldn't win the EXTREME title without Manifest Destiny laying both you AND Radder out. I had nothing to do with your little match from the time the bell rang until Radder got the win. And with a pitiful run- in on myself and Cameron Cruise, you think that put you one up?
(Cruise steps out from behind the curtain and joins Flair. Mercades Devon is with him.)
EF: See here, Kross.... Here I am. Here Cruise is. And as the newest member of the FAMILY....
(HUGE pop from the fans)
EF: ... Cameron Cruise is looking for payback as well.
EF: Now, onto our wonderful EXTREME Champ. Martin, you call yourself anything CLOSE to the top man in the organization one more time and I'll have you singing soptrano for the next fifty years. But since you want to all but call yourself the most EXTREME man in the EWI.... I think you should know something. If it was up to me, I'd take that title the easy way. I'd pin your silly, stupid ass in the ring, 1.... 2.... 3.
(HUGE POP)
EF: But no. Like everything else in my life, I had to do it the hard way. I had to go through Jonathan Hammer, K-9, and Steve Radder to do it. I had to fight my way from the bottom of the barrel.... to the very.... very.... top. I also.... never exactly LOST that title.
(HUGE POP)
BS:Wait a second....what’s going on?
MP:It’s the beer boys, baby! They just slid under the ring rope!
EF: So Martin, this is real simple. I don't care what happens, who has to die to make it happen, or who has to get fired so nobody gets in my way. At Black Ice.... I want MY title back. And I WILL get it.
BS:And now those beer people.......wait a second! That’s Chip Allthat and Dale Johnson! The Casanova Clique are in the ring!
MP: And disguised as beer attendents baby yeah! Look they got those beer bottles in their hands!
EZ: I make rules and nobody cares about'em. I'm gonna need some time to think about this one.
MP: Oh Lord.
EF: You want to know WHY I'll get it? Because I'm not foolish enough to lose a match, just because I got distracted.
BS: OH MY GOD! Martin and Kross just turned around and got CRUSHED with those beer bottles by Allthat!
MP: And the same for Simply Stunning by Johnson! What are those blokes doing?
BS: They’re trying to send a message somehow! Flair, Cruise, and Devon just turned around and headed towards the back and Lord knows what’s on their mind.
EZ: Well seeing how Flair just took off he did, in a way, interject himself into this match so I've just come up with an interesting idea. Seeing all this beer around and such. Since Flair was never defeated for the Extreme belt and Martin has it and likes to get involved in alot of things...I think I'm gonna let them have their match at Black Ice.
BS: Flair and Martin for the Extreme title?
EZ: Oh but it's gonna be one better. Seeing that the liquior boys are in the ring I'm gonna make the Extreme match interesting. I'm gonna make the match.....let's call it....Lushpac rules.
J & S: Lushpac rules?
MP: What are Lushpac rules?
EZ: Oh that's simple. Before they even come out for their match they will be TOTALLY INTOXICATED before wrestling! That should make life interesting for both of them.
BS: Jesus God that sounds like a Bar Room Brawl!
EZ: In a way yes it does.
MP: Hey the ref is finally back up!
MM: I've been since the girls made it out here!
BS: Quiet you! The Casanova Clique are on the outside with BOTH Simply Stunning and Kross and Martin and the ref is still trying to come to. And now Allthat notices that the ref is coming around and he grabs for Martin and tosses him inside.
EZ: Oh he better not do it.....
BS: The ref just turned around and sees the blood on Martin! He's calling for the BELL!!!
MP: My boys have done it! They beat those two evil nasties!
EZ: This is getting too much I swear, but that's O.K. cause I've got another cure to this situation.
[As Zieba makes his way out from behind the table the girls also make their way to the ring and help Simply Stunning back to their feet.]
EZ: Well it seems that everyone wanted to get involved in the party and I guess it's time to put a halt to all of this mess. First of all, some good news, Kross you will be working double duty at the Pay Per View because you're gonna be defending your Television Title against....oh how about someone you've been making reference to as of late. Angelus...sound good?
BK: WHAT? But I said.....
EZ: I personally don't care what you said, but it's gonna happen. Don't worry cause I'm gonna make up for it right now because I'm about to add another match to the Black Ice card.
BK: And what's that gonna be?
EZ: As a result of their actions, the Casanova Clique will now be made to defend the EWI World Tag Team championship against both Simply Stunning and Martin and Kross! Not only that, but the match will be fought under triple threat rules! The first man to register a pinfall or submission will win the match--and the titles--for his team. And to prevent any interference in that match, it will be contested inside the confines of a steel cage!!
[Crowd pops huge.]
CA: Oh hell nah!! It ain't goin' down like that, Zieba!! The whole world heard you say that anyone that got involved with this match would be banned from the EWI for life. Now did you say that or am I trippin'!?
EZ: I said that, yes, but...
CA: Nuh uh. No buts. As far as the Casanova Clique is concerned, we are banned from EWI. But while Casanova Clique may be gone, my partner and I will still be here to defend the belts.
EZ: What? What the hell are you talking about?
CA: Look, man, it's real easy. We tried to play the game under your rules, but it just didn't work out. Casanova Clique was all about the ladies and that's not what Dale and I are all about. So as far as we're concerned, the Casanova Clique never existed! Now we play the game our way. Instead of Chip Allthat and Dale Johnson, you now get to deal with myself, Marc Ross, and my tag team partner, Doug Greene. But you can refer to us as Maximum Overdrive!!
EZ: Okay, okay. This is real cute, Marc, but...
MR: But nothin'. This isn't a rib, EZ. We're tired of pretending to guys we aren't and never will be. From here on out, we're Maximum Overdrive, and it will be Maximum Overdrive that steps foot into that cage to defend these belts. Nobody has to like it, but they damn well better accept it! We'll see you chumps at Black Ice!
[Ross and Greene step out of the ring and start to head towards the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd.]
EZ: Oh the HELL they’re getting away with this!
MP: What are you going to do?
EZ: Watch.
[Zieba gets out from behind the broadcast table and slides into the ring with a microphone in hand.]
EZ: Oh before you leave I suggest you pay attention to what I have to say cause it concerns your Pay Per View match.
[Ross and Greene turn around and look at Zieba in the ring.]
MR: Go ahead. Waste our time some more.
EZ: Since you want to change your names and such. I kinda want to change the match. Oh everything is gonna be the same...to a point. Simply Stunning, Martin and Kross, and you guys will be fighting for the title, but it won’t be under Triple Threat Rules. Instead it’s gonna be under Texas Tornado rules. Which means EVERYONE can be in the ring. Also, cause I’m the creative one, It will be in a cage yes, but with a twist. If you feel that you need to have a weapon or something then I’ll put it like this. If you can bring it then you CAN USE IT! And, to top it all off, the match like I said will be in a cage, but I didn’t say what TYPE of cage. So, on that note, the match will take place in a HELL IN A CELL CAGE! So let’s just call this....A Hardcore Tornado in a Cell match! And if you don’t like it SCREW YOU it’s been your pleasure!
MR: We don’t care WHAT type of match you make! We’ll be there you just be ready to clean up the mess!
[Ross throws the microphone down. He and Greene display their tag team title belts for all to see as they walk back to the locker room. The crowd delivers a mixed pop, not knowing quite how to react to what they've just seen.]
MP: Yeah baby, Cassanova….I mean Maximum Overdrive vs Simply Stunning vs Martin/Kross at the ppv.
BS: This is shapping up to be a great ppv. Only Mr. Zieba and Mr. Harders can bring us such action.
MM: Don’t lie to us Bret we know you haven’t gotten any action in a long long time.
BS: You know, I am really really sick of you.
MM: (crying) I (still crying) almost (yelling and laughing) CARE!!!
BS: One day......Well coming up next we've got the Main Event! Love versus Nemesis! And that one is NEXT!
BS: Welcome back everyone to EWI's Heatwave at Cape Cod and get ready cause we're about to have a visitor.
MP: Oh yeah baby bring down the tart!
Big Crowd pop as Victoria McCave come down the aisleway.
BS: Welcome Victoria.
VM: Thanks Bret, yet another main event with you.
MP: What about me baby, miss me?
VM: Not a chance retard!
MM: How about me cutie?
VM: What the hell is this?
MP: It’s Mini-Mike.
BS: This will be about as fun for you as a cancer sore.
VM: Well anyways, We’ve got Eddy Love vs Nemisis in a ladder match, with all four corners having trash cans in them.
BS: You got to hand it to Harders, if he isn’t happy about something, he lets us know it.
In comes the challenger, Nemisis first, gazing at the spot where the raised title would be. He then tests each of the trash cans, he then gives his approval and waits for Eddy Love. Eddy Love comes out with Sweet Melissa, not at all looking happy about the situation, but nonetheless gets to the ring and hands his title off, only to watch it go up to the ceiling.
MP: Oh baby, Eddy isn’t to happy about this.
VM: Would you be happy?
MP: Only if you gave me your hand and about 2 minutes.
VM: OH no, not again.
MM: Hey baby, ever seen a midget?
VM: Oh Lord, two of them!
BS: Don’t remind me, the stupid lil’ bastard bite my leg before and Powers here has been drowling over anything with breasts.
MP: Speaking of which, Sweet Melissa is looking sweet.
MM: Hey, let’s get the action going so we can see Melissa run around.
The bell rings and Nemisis locks up with Love. Love sends him into the ropes and Nemisis is met with a drop kick. Nemisis back up, Eddy sending punches his way. Nemisis grabs Eddy’s arm and pulls him into a short arm clothesline. Eddy back up, Nemisis whips him into the corner where he is met by a trash can and then Eddy rolls out to the floor for a conference with Sweet Melissa.
MP: I don’t blame Eddy in the least, I wouldn’t ever go back in the ring if I could spend time with Sweet Melissa.
MM: Yeah, if I got the attention Eddy did when I got my ass kicked, I would get my ass kicked all the time.
BS: Whose to say you don’t already.
VM: Good one. Nemisis going out to meet Eddy, Eddy reaches underneath the ring and…
MM: Sanders, you better watch it, remember what happened last time?
BS: How’s your head again?
MM: Shut up Sanders.
VM: Eddy pulls out a….a….rubbermade garbage can?
MP: Yeah baby! A new hardcore Eddy.
Poison Ivy and Eli Flair come out from the back and set up some folding chairs atop the ramp way. They sit down, pull out a sixer and just watch. All the while, Eddy starts to pound Nemisis upside the head with the rubbermade.
BS: Does Eddy realize what he is doing?
VM: Who knows, but Nemisis is wondering whether he should be hurt or not.
MP: Eddy’s hardcore! Eddy’s Hardcore!
MM: This is awesome, Eddy’s a new man!
Eddy drops the can and kicks Nemisis in the gut and nails him with a suplex on the outside and then goes into the ring. Nemisis slow to get up, Eddy starts throwing the metal cans out of the ring onto the floor.
VM: I guess Eddy doesn’t like those cans.
MP: I like your cans baby!
VM: Would you shut up!
BS: Nemisis joins Eddy in the ring, Eddy goes right to woek on Nemisis. He sends him into the ropes, cross body block. Nemisis drops.
MM: Hey Vickie, do you have big ni…..
BS: Eddy, quick on Nemisis by applying an arm bar.
VM: Listen you little sh…..
BS: Nemisis close to the ropes, he grabs them…the ref starts counting.
1…..2….3…..4…..5……6, Eddy lets go. Eddy helps Nemisis up, Low blow by Nemisis.
MP: Ouch, he’ll be singing suprano for a while!
MM: Hey Vickie, I can make you sing baby!
VM: Your leaving? Now I can sing praise!
MM: No….bitch.
BS: Eddy rolls out of the ring again, Nemisis to have none of it. He goes off the opposite ropes and hits Eddy with a suicide dive. Both men hurting.
VM: Nemisis the first one up, he goes straight for the ladder and takes it to the ring.
MP: No!!!! Hardcore Eddy!
MM: Come on Eddy, get up!
BS: Love gets up, he spears Nemisis holding the ladder. The ladder falls leaning on the ring.
VM: This time Eddy is the first one up, He climbs up the ladder and onto the ring.
MP: Yeah Eddy! Use the ladder!
Sweet Melissa throws the 24in wooden stool into the ring for Eddy. Eddy places it in the center of the ring, and climbs up on it and trys to reach the belt, laughing the whole time. The mean while, Nemisis gets up and gets into the ring. He drags the metal ladder into the ring and blinsides Love with the ladder. He then sets up the ladder in the center of the ring.
BS: Eddy should have just went for the win, not very smart!
MP: That man has got a better IQ than you do after eating your Weaties.
BS: Oh yeah, I’m the one that thinks a rubbermade garbage can is going to take out my opponent.
VM: Nemisis climbing the ladder. Eddy gets up and dropkicks the ladder, sending Nemisis clotheslining himself on the top rope.
MM: He was choking himself….hehehhehe
MP: You’re a perv baby! That’s why I love you!
BS: Eddy gets up and picks up Nemisis. Huricanne Piledriver. Nemisis out like a light. Eddy sets up the ladder and climbs it. He grabs the title, this match is over!
MP: Yeah baby, Hardcore Eddy gets the win!
MM: Hardcore Eddy, our champion!
VM: What’s this?
BS: Pat Black comes out of the crowd and drop kicks Eddy on the ladder. Eddy hits hard. Black picks up the down Love and plants, of all things, a Huricane Piledriver on him.
VM: Only Black would reassure his place in the PPV Main Event.
BS: Were out of time, as Black leaves the ring. We will see you all at Giants Stadium for EWI’s first ever Black Ice!