(As Chest Goodbody's music starts up he and his counterpart are walking towards the ring. They walk through the backstage area and finally come through the curtain into the arena, Chest grabs a mic and begins to speak.)

CHEST- Ladies, Gentleman and Chest worshipers alike: I am not here to give the greatest show on earth tonight, I am not here to thrill the ladies, I am not here to be a role model for your children, I am here for a serious legal matter. I hereby defer to my attorney, the Honorable Rod Longfellow Esq.

Rod Longfellow- It is my plan to levy a lawsuit against EWI/SSN along with one Keith Rotten for a multitude of offenses against my client Chester A. Goodbody. First and foremost the serious injuries incured due to Mr. Rotten's illegal yanking of Mr. Goodbody's tights resulting in a Goodbody defeat. It is up to the EWI/SSN to prevent such a hostile working enviornment for Mr. Goodbody. The EWI/SSN will also be liable for Mr. Goodbody's sole defeat, thereby decreasing his marketability, prolonging his inevitable title run and causing pain and suffering to his person because he is not used to losing. EWI/SSN, we are reasonable men, Simply reverse the decision of the match, officially declare Mr. Chest Goodbody the victor and avoid a multimillion dollar lawsuit, Good Day.

BS: Wow! Can you believe it! Goodboy and his attorney are calling for a reverse decision!

GM: As very well they should. Goodbody is a great entertainer and I feel he got shafted and seriously abused in his match therefore I can agree with what he is asking.

BS: I'm sure Gottfried is gonna take that into heavy consideration, but that'll be something for him. Right now we've got another match coming up as Amplified is about to take on the new tag team to the EWI Overdrive. How about it Gary?

GM: We saw the SLC out here earlier with their disagreement with Waz Up and Hellfighter and everyone on that team looks pumped. Overdrive are a new sunshine to the SSN and they look like a tough bunch. Could Amplified get that burden off thir back and get the win or will Overdrive show why they are the team to beat. We're about to find out.

BS: On that note let's go to the ring for our next match!


Amplified vs. Overdrive ('Special Delivery' Sean Dayton and Whirlwind)

Combined Weight 477lbs | Combined Weight 455lbs

St. Louis, Missouri | Minneapolis, Minnesota / Tempe, Arizona

‘Bring the Pain' - Method Man |


The lights in the arena dim, as 'Bring the pain', by method man cues up. As Bass and Deezee, collectively known as Amplified emerge from behind the curtain, they are met by a chorus of enthusiastic boos. Amplified continues down the ramp, seemingly enjoying the boos of the crowd. As Amplified reaches the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, the music dies down.

BS: Detroit seems less than happy to see Amplified, huh Gary?

GM: Well, who cares what these car-builders think.

BS: ...car-builders?

Sean Dayton and his partner Whirlwind stride out from backstage, receiving a warm welcome from the packed house. They walk down the ramp, the lack of music evident. The crowd continues to cheer, which more than makes up for it.

GM: No music? They must be horrible, if they didn't even get theme music

BS: Everyone has technical difficulties from time to time, and this sold out arena seems to forgive them for it

GM: Again, who cares what the people of Metro-Detroit think?

BS: Here comes Amplified!

Suddenly both members of Amplified roll out of the ring, charging toward Overdrive. Bass catches Dayton with a running clothesline while DeeZee shoulder blocks Whirlwind to the concrete. Dayton quickly leaps to his feet, catching Bass from behind, before he has time to turn around, with a facecrusher.

BS: Dayton surprising Bass on that exchange.

GM: He's Fast, I'll give him that.

Deezee lifts Whirlwind up kneeing him in the gut before rolling him into the ring. The ref manages to part Dayton and Bass and declares Deezee and Whirlwind the two legal men. Dayton and Bass quickly take their positions in the corners of the ring as DeeZee and Whirlwind lock up. Whirlwind quickly gains the upper hand, shooting DeeZee's left leg with a Dragon Screw leg drag.

BS: Nice technical move by Whirlwind.

GM: More of this technical BS. Aho has enough of this crap for the entire federation: this is the last thing we need.

Whirlwind keeps DeeZee on the ground, laying the boots to the SLC member ruthlessly. Eventually Whirlwind lets up and DeeZee capitalizes by hopping to his feet and sending a right hand right into Whirlwind's face before sending him sprawling with a reverse powerbomb, rocking the whole mat.

BS: My god, what a power move by DeeZee! I'm still feeling the shockwaves off that one!

GM: Great come back. Great bump, too.

DeeZee allows Whirlwind to get to his feet, but quickly nails him with a spinning heel kick to the face. Whirlwind staggers back, a bit dazed. The St. Louis native quickly follows up with a gorilla press slam, the entire ring shaking from the impact. DeeZee yells to the crowd, taking in their jeers as he pulls Whirlwind up by his hair. He attempts to Irish whip him into the corner, but Whirlwind reverses, sending DeeZee into the turnbuckles. Whirlwind tags in his partner and they both begin laying into DeeZee with a flurry of punches.

BS: Overdrive doing a little double-teaming here.

GM: Cheating! Disqualification! Someone get the ref!

Dayton delivers a final blow to the head, knocking DeeZee off his feet. Seeing a definite advantage, he snaps up with DeeZee's legs, pulling them apart. Whirlwind Leaps up on the turnbuckle, throwing his arms up in the air. The crowd responds with cheers as Whirlwind Dives from the top rope, delivering a headbutt to the groin of DeeZee. After subduing Bass in his own corner, the referee manages to get Whirlwind out of the ring as Dayton plants the reeling DeeZee with a reverse DDT.

GM: That's not right. In fact, that headbutt was downright disgusting.

BS: That's your opinion but that move blew the roof off the Joe Louis Arena!

GM: Whatever.

"Special Delivery" immediately follows up with a swift Guillotine Legdrop, slamming DeeZee's body into the mat. Dayton places one foot on the chest of DeeZee, and begins to sell to the crowd as the ref gets into counting position. Dayton, as he plays to the crowd, is caught completely unaware when Bass rushes in out of nowhere, spearing Dayton so hard that both men go flying through the ropes to the outside.

BS: Bass and Dayton just came crashing down in front of us

GM: Get 'em! Get 'em!

The ref runs to the ropes, counting loudly as DeeZee gets to his feet. Bass reaches underneath the ring, and produces "Mr. Steel", cracking Dayton over the head with it as he gets to his feet.

GM: It's over now!

Bass tosses the staggering Dayton into the ring as DeeZee lifts him up and slams him down with a spinning brainbuster. A tag is made, and Bass explodes into the ring, stomping Dayton with incredible speed. Dayton manages to roll to his corner, struggling to his feet with help from the ropes. Whirlwind, slaps him on the back for a tag, and leaps over the top rope onto the pursuing Bass.

GM: That wasn't a tag! More cheating!

BS: The official is going to allow it and Whirlwind EXPLODES into the ring!

Whirlwind lifts Bass up and signals for The Rave (Acid Drop) but Bass muscles his way out of it. Bass acts immediately, catching Whirlwind in a sleeperhold. He holds it for a few moments, then drops into a falling neckbreaker. He rolls on to his opponent, the ref counting: 1, 2, 3.

Winner: Amplified


BS: And Amplified picks up the win out of nowhere!

GM: Couldn't ask for a better ending myself.

BS: Up next, we-- what the?!

As Bass and DeeZee celebrate in the ring, Waz Up leaps out of the crowd, steel chair in hand. Bass snarls, ducking a chair shot and then kicking Waz Up in the back of the head. He signals to DeeZee who rolls out of the ring, pulling a table out from under the ring. DeeZee sets the table up inside the ring as Bass pulls Waz Up up for a powerbomb.

GM: Waz up again? I guess he wants some more punishment

BS: This is completely uncalled for!

GM: Well, as long as Waz Up goes through the table, I'm happy.

Suddenly Hellfighter appears out of no where, delivering a dropkick to Bass from behind. Bass tosses Waz up to the side has he falls forward, just missing the table. His partner runs over, exchanging blows with Hellfighter as the rest of the St. Louis Calab-O charge down the ramp and into the ring.

BS: Here comes the cavalry, so to speak.

GM: It's about time. What's 'fighter doing out here AGAIN. Who cars about Waz Up?

Justin Sane and Tommy Payne stay in the ring, dealing out significant damage to Overdrive, keeping them away from the rest of the action. Ricky Payne runs straight to Hellfighter, hitting him in the back of the head, before landing a devastating backdrop on Hellfighter. Waz Up, who's on his feet by now, throws a punch at recovering Bass. Just before it connects, he's caught by DeeZee, who delivers a spinning brainbuster.

BS: Hellfighter's interference has backfired!

GM: He's finally getting what he deserves.

Justin Sane and Tommy Payne, who by now have subdued bot members of overdrive, run over to aid their fellow St. Luis Natives. Hellfighter, still exchanging blows with Ricky Payne, is suddenly dealing with not one, but five men, and is quickly overwhelmed with a flurry of punches from all 5 men.

GM: And Hellfighter is DOWN!

BS: No matter how much heart Hellfighter has, it's not going to do him any good this outnumbered.

GM: Which is a good thing.

BS: That's sick, Garret

GM: Thank you, Brett.

After dealing a significant amount of damage, they roll the crumpled Hellfighter into the ring, Bass Setting him up for a top rope Superplex on to the table. With the rest of SLC watching the motionless bodies of Overdrive and Waz up, he gets the move off without any trouble, the table splintering as Hellfighter's limp form slams through it. Immediately, DeeZee lifts Waz Up High into the air, and body slams him right on top of Hellfighter, destroying what was left of the table. SLC takes their leave, grins plastered on their faces as they stride up the ramp.

BS: MY GOD!! The St. Louis Calab-O has left Hellfighter and Waz Up in ruins!

GM: A Hellfighter Sandwich. My favorite!

BS: Folks, the EMTs are helping Hellfighter and Waz Up out of the ring and you can only wonder what kind of ramifications this will have for our upcoming Pay-Per View, Genesis.

{Camera cuts backstage outside Kin Hiroshi's locker room. ExE approaches the door and knocks on it loudly, then picks up a nearby chair. Kin answers the door and ExE immediately charges him smashing in to nearby obstacles. They fight for a while...then ExE grabs the chair and smacks Kin several times until he stops moving. ExE spits on the Tv champion then takes the television title sitting nearby.}

BS: EXE ATTACKS! What is that about?

GM: I don't know, but someone is gonna be upset in the long run!

BS: Folks we've got to cut to a break, but we'll be right back so don't go away!


BS: Welcome back everyone. During the break the EMT were checking on Kin Hiroshi, but it's been reported he is not in the best of moods.

GM: I wonder if he'll get ExE? Oh wait it's the SSN. Of COURSE he'll get him.

BS: Hopefully we'll get word on that, but we'll find out soon eough I'm sure. Coming up next we've got newcomner The Tasmanian Tiger and he's taking on the returning Antonio Corlone. How about it Gary?

GM: Corleone is as tough as they come and seriously ... I thought it was a joke at first seeing his name on the bill, but I talked to Gottfried before the start of the show and he said that his contract with Zieba was in good standing and Corleone will not be at a EWI show. He then said that, since we're SSN ran now Corleone is free to wrestle.

BS: Got to enjoy the contract loophole. Folks let's not wait! Let's get to the match!


The Tasmanian Tiger vs 'The Silencer' Antonio Corleone

?' ??', 328lbs. | 6' 7', 277lbs.

The Wilderness of Tasmania | Chicago, Ill

‘Hell Frozen Over' - WWF 2.0 | ‘Godfather Theme' - Guns N Roses


BS: And Tiger is in the ring, but where is Corleone?

GM: I'm hearing that he hasn't been seen since the show started!

BS: The ref has no choice but to start the count!

GM: This is an injustice!

BS: Eight ... Nine ... TEN! The TAsmanian Tiger is going to win this one by countout!

Winner: The Tasmanian Tiger


BS: I don't believe it!

GM: I can in a way. I think Corleone didn't want to come in now so he might be boycotting the match!

BS: But still he's under contract!

GM: Is he?

BS: Something else for Gottfried to worry about.

{Camera cuts to Evan Aho walking backstage, and ExE pops around a corner in front of him. Pulling the title off his shoulder ExE holds the title out for Evan to see.}

ExE: You really do deserve this, you are the best there is.

{ExE takes the belt and smashes it over Evans head then continues to kick him while he's on the ground then takes off, gets in his car and leaves}

BS: EXE JUST ATTACKED AHO!

GM: Attacked him? He made him his bitch!

BS: But why?

GM: I'll tell you why! Aho has had control of this league in the past where he was untouchable. Now with his current streak, and considering ExE handed him a rare defeat, he feels he can have the run of the mill with him and I'm VERY happy to see it!

BS: Folks we've got to break away again, but when we come back it's ladies time as Trynyty Wang of Twin Phoenix takes on The Dark Carnival's Miso!

GM: CHICK THRASHING! HELL YEAH!


BS: Welcome back everyone. Up next ...

GM: Besides me are the women of the EWI! I love it I love it I LOVE IT! Damn what I think cause I think you know. Let's start this thing up so I can see some PUPPIES!

BS: Can you be a bit more original?

GM: O.K. Let's see some HEADLIGHTS!

BS: Now you sound like Mike Powers!

GM: DAMN! How about BOOBS? BOOBS WORK FOR YA SNOTBOY?

BS: Oh man you're gonna get it! Let's go to the match!


Trynyty Wang vs Miso

5' 7', 135lbs. | 5' 4', 105lbs.

Shanghai, China | Seoul, South Korea

‘Fire Engine Siren w/ Suite' - Mulan | ‘Control' - Traci Lords


As Wang makes her way to the ring she is quickly attacked by Miso with a spear taking her to the mat. As they begin to slug it out the ref instantly calls for the bell.

BS: And this one is starting off with a BANG!

GM: China meets South Korea. I always enjoy a good chick fight.

BS: This is a ladies match.

GM: Ladies match chick fight whatever! Two girls are gettin it on!

Continuing the slugfest, Miso drops Trynyty Wang on the mat with a lucky right to the jaw. Picking her up, Miso slings Wang into the ropes, but is met in the face with a flying knee sending her to the canvas. As she tries to get back up Wang comes off the ropes and connects with a running bulldog driving Miso's face into the mat.

BS: Wang is gonna try to finish this one up early! We've got one ... Two .. Th--

GM: NO! This chick has guts and kicks out! Miso kicks out on Wang! Wasn't she a drink?

BS: That was Tang you dufus and I wouldn't suggest you say that to her.

GM: Oh she might beat me up. I'm scared. Yeah right BRING YOUR HEAT BABY! I like that!

BS: Strippers turn you down for dances don't they?

GM: Of course the .... shaddup!

Missing the count Wang picks up Miso and goes to whip her into the ropes, but Miso holds on, stops the move, and hits Wang with a shortarm clothesline. She then picks up Wang and tries to bodyslam her, but Wang shifts her weight making Miso fall backwards over the ropes and to the ground with Wang.

BS: It's made it to the floor!

GM: WOO HOO! Break out the dollars!

BS: Would you stop!

As both are slow to get up Miso is the first to fire a boot into Wang's midsection, but as she tries to pick her up for a suplex, Wang manuvers and hiptosses Miso back to the concrete. Setting up and waiting, Wang shots a thrust kick to Miso and knocks her onto the rampway. With Wang following she grabs Miso and tosses her back into the ring so that the ref can stop his count. As Wang is trying to get in MIso is quick to her feet and drops a elbow to the back of Wang's head. Miso then climbs to the top rope and hits Wang with a corkscrew legdrop polishiing her off for good measure. Feeling she has the advantage Miso goes to the top once more and exceutes a shooting star press and nails Wang right in the center of the ring.

BS: What a move! And Miso goes for a cover. One ... TWO .. TH--

GM: NO! David Bowie's China girl kicks out!

BS: Thank you Retro Eighties for that superv call.

GM: That's superb.

BS: Oh no. For you it's suPERV.

GM: IDIOT!

Missing the pin Miso grabs Wang up, but takes her back down with a Russian Legsweep and follows it up with yet another shooting star press. The ref tries for another count, but again Wang kicks out further frustrating Miso. As Wang is making her way to her feet again she is caught with a back heel kick from Miso sending her back to the canvas. Grabing hold of Wang, Miso tries to push her off into the ropes, but Wang hangs on and takes Miso, wrapped in a headlock, with her jumping off the ropes and connecting with a springboard bulldog.

BS: And now Wang goes for the pin. One .. TWO .. TH---

GM: Hell no! Miso Horny breaks the count and is still in the thick of the jungle of a match!

BS: You ... just can't help yourself can you?

GM: Nope.

Missing the pin Wang picks up Miso, but takes her back down with a corkscrew armdrag sending her towards the corner. Wang then picks up Miso and repeatly slams her face into the turnbuckle drawing a roar from the crowd. As Miso is staggering out Wang tries to set up for a thrust kick, but Miso moves out of the way and shocks Wang with a short arm clothesline taking her to the canvas. Miso then runs to the ropes and hits Wang with a springboard moonsaut.

BS: WHAT A MOVE! And again Miso with the cover! One ... TWO --- NO!

GM: Wang broke it up again. Damn these chicks can fight!

BS: That's what I've been saying.

GM: But DAMN THAT ... SHOW ME THE TI ...

BS: Don't even finish that.

GM: WHAT?!?!?!

Missing another pin a frustrated Miso tosses Wang back out to the floor and goes for a steel chair. She tosses it at Wang, who catches it, but falis to move it as Miso comes running in hard with a running elbow smashing the chair to Wang's face. Miso then grabs Wang and tosses her back into the ring following up with a quick knife chop. Miso tries for a scoop bodyslam, but can't seem to pick up Wang so instead she tosses her out to ringside again.

BS: And again Miso takes it to the outside. It doesn't seem that she's strong enough to pick up Wang.

GM: Pick her up, slam her down, I don't care. If the action gets closer then I'm all for the peep show!

BS: Keep it in your pants for once!

GM: Oh good one Brett. Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?

With both back on the outside Miso tries to pick up Wang again, but this time Wang manages to get a facerake in temporarly blinding Miso and quickly sends her back into the ring. After a couple of chops to the chest Wang launches Miso into the ropes, but on the return Miso takes to the air and lands a flying clothesline sending Wang back to the canvas. With Miso back up she drops a rolling knee right on Wang's head. Figuring that she's in control, Miso goes to the top rope and tries for another high risk move, but when she jumps Wang quickly jumps to her feet and catches Miso off the ropes with a devestating clothesline taking Miso out of the game. Now with Wang in control she goes to the second turnbuckle and connects with an elbow right to the forehead of Miso. Wang then picks up Miso again, but only to drop her back to the canvas with a reverse neckbreaker. Picking her back up Wang sends Miso into the ropes, but as Miso comes off she catches a ducking Wang with a kick to the face and follows up wiith a boot to the midsection. She then polishes her off with a jumping DDT planting her in the canvas. Miso then wraps up Wang's head in a headscissors submission.

BS: Miso has her wrapped up and the ref is looking for a submission, but he's not gonna get one cause Wang is just too tough!

GM: She better not give! I paid good money to see a match ... well actually a move like this ... and I don't want them to quit!

BS: What? Those girls are FIGHTING!

GM: Fighting, scratching, slapping, whatever. It's all PIE to me.

BS: (shaking his head) I don't believe you.

Seeing that it's not working Miso picks Wang back up and goes for the ropes, but Wang reverses and, off the ropes, catches Miso with a spinning heel kick knocking her down. Trynyty Wang then picks up Miso again and plants her on the top rope. Wang climbs up and, after a couple of punches for good measure, hurricannas Miso off the top turnbuckle.

BS: Wang has Miso OUT! Wang is now setting up Miso for something ... Wang is going to the top rope!

GM: Get it flygirl!

BS: She leaps ... SUPERNATURAL! 450 splash! She goes for the cover One ... Two ... TH--- WHAT THE??

GM: Fairhurst just pulled out the ref and slammed his head into the steel steps! Oh man it's about to get physical!

Wang, looking for the ref, sees what's going on and goes towards the ring ropes to attack Fairhurst, but Fairhurst is ready and slams Wang's head with a steel chair knocking her back into the ring. With Miso back in the game she sees this and crawls over to Wang and covers her, but at the same time EWI officials make their way to the ring and start to push Fairhurst back from the ring.

GM: About time the SSN folks came out here and show this misjustice!

BS: I thought you, of all people, would enjoy stuff like that.

GM: Hell Fairhurst ain't no natural woman. Genetic freak.

As they are getting Fairhurst away from the ring, Yeh Shen Li hops in, goes to the top rope, and hits her finisher 'Three Fold' right on Miso. She then rolls Miso out of the way and puts Wang on top of her and quickly rolls out of the ring. The ref, finally back to his feet, makes it back in the ring to make the three count.

Winner: Trynyty Wang


BS: Trynyty Wang wins, but after what we've seen here you have to think action is going to be administered!

GM: Oh let me be the judge in that little show!

BS: I don't know about you. Not at all. Folks we've got to take a break, but when we return it's another member of The Dark Carnival ... Apocalypse ... taking on Big Thrilla from The Thril Killas!

GM: Apocalypse is here? DEAR GOD!


BS: Ladies and gents, up next we've got one half of the Thrill Killas, Big Thrilla, taking on one half of the Dark Carnival, the one and only Apocalypse! This intense rivalry has been brewing over the last few weeks and I'm looking forward to seeing where it goes tonight! Any thoughts, Gary?

GM: Well, Apocalypse and Powers may be big, but they're not all that smart, like my boyz the Thrill Killas. Plus, how can a big lush and a blue haired goon compete with the absolute coolosity of tha Killas?! Big Thrilla takes this one, easily.

BS: Did you say "coolosity?"

GM: Yeah, I was talking to Bump Daddy J and Big Thrilla backstage and, well... I guess the "cool" that was reeking off of them rubbed off on me!

BS: Whatever. Folks, this match is about to begin and--

GM: (interrupting) You only wish you were down with tha Killas like I am.

BS: Well maybe you should just be the special referee at Genesis when they take on the Dark Carnival.

GM: Ha! And get in there with Kevin Powers and Apocalypse!? Do I LOOK stupid to you?

BS: Well, actually--

GM: (interrupting) Zip it.

BS: (sigh) Well, Big Thrilla and Apocalypse are in the ring now. Let's get this thing going.


Big Thrilla vs Apocalypse

6' 0', 135lbs. | 6' 9', 318lbs.

Coolsville, USA | White Sands, New Mexico

‘We're Not Gonna Take It' - Bif Naked | ‘Wherever I May Roam' - Metallica & The San Francisco Symphony Orchestra


The two men circle the ring, looking for opportunities to strike. Apocalypse lunges at Big Thrilla, who quickly scutters out of the way. Apocalypse runs at him again and the much smaller Thrilla slides under Apoc's legs. He catches Apocalypse from behind with a belly-to-back suplex!

GM: Woah! I can't believe he just picked Apocalypse up like that!

BS: Looks like he may have hurt himself. (laughs)

Apocalypse quickly bounds to his feet and approaches Big Thrilla. Thrilla begs off and motions to his back, which he holds as if he hurt it trying to lift Apocalypse. Apocalypse seems to understand and turns his back on Thrilla, walking to the other side of the ring. A smile comes across Thrilla's face and he charges after Apocalypse. Apoc quickly turns around and catches Big Thrilla in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

BS: Ha! Apocalypse was expecting that!

GM: What a dirty trick!

Apocalypse pulls Big Thrilla up with ease and sends him into the ropes. A big foot from Apocalypse nealy takes Big Thrilla's head clean off. Big Thrilla holds a hand over his mouth. When he removes it, a small trickle of blood travels down his chin. He gets a disturbed look on his face, followed by a look of fear as Apocalypse moves towards him. Apoc grabs Thrilla by his blond hair and takes him down with Revelations (Reverse DDT).

GM: This is not fair! Apocalypse isn't giving Big Thrilla a chance!

BS: What is he supposed to do? Let him win?

GM: Yes.

Apocalypse goes for the cover, but Big Thrilla easily kicks out.

GM: Don't count that mofo out yet!

Apocalypse pulls Big Thrilla up and sends him into the ropes again, but Thrilla uses his momentum to bounce out of the ring. A look of disgust comes across Apoc's face and he climbs over the ropes to pursue Big Thrilla. He looks around the ringside area, but Big Thrilla is nowhere to be found. Apocalypse looks around in confusion.

BS: Where the hell did he go?!

Apocalypse continues to search when, on the opposite side of the ring, Big Thrilla appears from under the ring apron. He climbs into the ring and runs full-throttle across the ring and flies over the top ropes with a cross-body block, taking Apocalypse by surprise.

GM: Ha! Now THAT'S thinking!

Big Thrilla takes the opportunity to lay the boots into Apocalypse. He then picks the big man up and delivers an implant DDT. Apocalypse's head smacks the concrete with a sickening thud. Big Thrilla rolls back into the ring as Apocalypse slowly gets to his feet. Apocalypse slides into the ring as Big Thrilla ascends the turnbuckle. Apocalypse gets up and turns just in time to receive a drop kick from Big Thrilla. Apocalypse falls hard and Big Thrilla makes the cover for the two count. He pulls Apocalypse up and sends him into the ropes, but the bigger man reverses it and catches Big Thrilla in 360 powerslam on the rebound. Apocalypse covers! One! Two! Kickout! Both men get up and lock up. Apocalypse easily overpowers Big Thrilla and takes him down with a bodyslam.

BS: Big Thrilla isn't going to be able to beat Apocalypse with strength here! He's going to have to use his speed to get this one!

Apocalypse throws Big Thrilla into the corner and follows it with a running splash, but Big Thrilla scoots down out of the way and rolls out onto the ring apron! Apocalypse holds his now-bruised chest and turns to his right in time to see Big Thrilla bounce over the ropes into a sunset flip. Big Thrilla with the pin, but Apocalypse kicks out. Big Thrilla lays the boots into the still-down Apocalypse and drops an elbow on him. Thrilla goes to the ropes and hits a slingshot senton on Apocalypse. He lets Apocalypse get up and then catches him in a forward Russian legsweep, stunning Apocalypse. Big Thrilla goes up to the top turnbuckle and waits on Apocalypse to get to his feet. As Apocalypse get up he jumps off the top rope with a flying clothesling!

BS: That's the Stage Dive and-- Apocalypse just caught Big Thrilla by the neck! Chokeslam by Apocalypse! Short arm lariat by Apoc! He sets Big Thrilla up in the corner! This looks like the Seventh Seal (tombstone piledriver from second rope)! He lifts Thrilla and-- WHAT THE HELL!?

GM: It's Bump Daddy J to the rescue! The calvary is here!

BS: He must have come out of the audience!

The referee warns Bump Daddy J to leave the area, but he doesn't. As the referee argues with Bump, Big Thrilla grabs a chair from ringside and wraps it around the blue head of Apocalypse! Apocalypse falls and Big Thrilla lays the chair next to the hand of Apocalypse and lays down beside him to play possum. When the ref turns around, it appears that Apocalypse has laid out Big Thrilla and then somehow been laid out himself. The ref checks on Big Thrilla, who is faking an injury, while Apocalypse gets to his feet. Bump Daddy J sneaks in the ring as the ref has his back turned to check on Big Thrilla. Bump grabs the chair in the ring and once again Apocalypse feels the chair smashing against his skull. Bump Daddy then takes it up top and lands on Apocalypse with the Bump Daddy Bounce (frog splash). By this time, the referee has "revived" Big Thrilla who lays on top of Apocalypse for the win.

Winner: Big Thrilla


Bump Daddy J runs into the ring and the duo pulls up Apocalypse. Big Thrilla picks Apocalypse up into a backsuplex as Bump Daddy takes him down with a neckbreaker for the Thrill Kill. Suddenly, Kevin Powers runs from backstage and charges the ring with a metal plated baseball bat in hand. Big Thrilla and Bump Daddy get wide-eyed in fear and try to run, but Powers catches Bump Daddy J by the collar and takes him down with Kiss the Canvas. Big Thrilla comes in to help his partner but is met with a baseball bat to the jaw! The smaller men then begin to fight back, but Apocalypse gets to his feet and evens the odds. Kevin Powers locks up with Big Thrilla while Apocalypse dismantles Bump Daddy J. Powers throws Thrilla out of the ring. He follows him out and slams him into the guardrail. In the ring, Apocalypse picks up Bump and tosses him over the ropes like a rag doll. He picks him up and whips him towards the guardrail, but Bump Daddy J stops himself and bounds back, spearing Apocalypse into the steel steps! Meanwhile, Powers grabs Big Thrilla and slams his face into the announcer's table.

GM: Hey! Watch it!

BS: Someone needs to stop this!

Powers pulls Big Thrilla up and vertical suplexes him through the table! Thrilla lays in the rubble in a lifeless slump. Bump Daddy J sees what's going on and charges towards Powers, but Apocalypse has regained his senses and grabs Bump Daddy by his shorts and throws him onto the spanish announce table. Tombstone piledriver by Apocalypse through the table!

GM: No me gusta!

BS: Folks, the officials are FINALLY coming out here to put a stop to this madness! We'll have to see how this effects the teams' match at Genesis! Folks we've got to break away, but when we come back it's Quarterfinal time for King of the Cage! Don't go away!!!


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