[Falcon, still shirtless, knocks on the door of Marcus Gottfried's office. 187 opens the door. Falcon quickly grabs his tshirt and covers the words on his chest.]

187: Yeah?

FJF: Dude, I need to talk to Marc.

187: Hold on.

[187 closes the door to consult his boss and in the meantime, Falcon struggles to put his shirt on, which is inside-out. 187 re-opens the door when Falcon has his shirt half-way on Falcon manages a grin and walks in with his arms still inside of his shirt. Gottfried, sitting at his desk, eyes Falcon's partially-exposed stomach.]

MG: Do you have something written on your stomach?

FJF: Huh? (looks down) Uh... NO! Tattoo! It was an incident in college. I'd really rather not talk about it.

MG: Whatever. What did you need, Falcon?

[Falcon finishes putting his shirt on before answering.]

FJF: Well, Marc... I need to know who I'm facing in the King of the Cage tourney...

MG: I've got nothing to do with that. If I could do anything about it, I'd cancel it completely.

FJF: So... you don't even know who I'm against?

MG: No one does. Just Zieba. Maybe you should ask him.

[Gottfried laughs.]

FJF: I.. uh... Tell me!

MG: No! Now get out before I fire your ass!

FJF: Fine!

{Falcon jumps up and opens the door to walk out.]

FJF: You know what? EWI RULES!

[Falcon runs out the door and slams it before 187 can get his hands on him.]

GM: That is one goofy kid.

BS: Very. Folks we're about to get into the first round brackets of the King of the Cage! Tonight, as it has been noted, all matches are blind matches which means nobody will know who'll they'll be facing until they get to the ring.

GM: But that's so unfair! That's sooo ...

BS: Go ahead and say it. You know you want to.

GM: THAT'S SO EWI DAMNIT!!

BS: Well from what I'm being told our first wrestler of the night will be ... from the Mechanical Animals ... ANGELUS!

GM: Oh great we just heard from Ruiner and his foul comments. I wonder what this one is gonna do.

BS: He was with Victoria McCave earlier and this is what he had to say!

(Camera fades in outside Angelus' locker room where three Junon soldiers stand guard. Camera cuts inside to Victoria McCave who's sitting on a small metal chair, she's sitting on the opposite side of Angelus. Angelus is sitting on a leather couch, he's wearing an all black suit, and goth/buckle boots. Jessica, who's sitting on his lap, is wearing tight black pants and a "see thru" black fishnet shirt with "ivy" designs over a black sports bra. Victoria begin's fielding questions.)

Victoria: First off, what are your feelings on Meltdown?

Angelus: What do you think? I'm pissed to say the least! First off, all I hear from TI is how better they are than MA then what happens? They have to have that Rock wannabe interfere just so they can score a victory! Second, EZ's brilliant ass looses the entire fed to SSN! I mean, what kind of an idiot put's his fed on the line in the first place!? Now, here we are. Robbed of our victory, as was Tabu I might add thanks to a piss poor refery job by Hellfighter, and in the hands of SSN!

Victoria: Speaking of SSN, is MA going to "conform" to there control?

Angelus: *laughing* No chance in Hell! MA's never been loyal to anyone but themselves and that will remain the same! However, SSN has made another enemy in MA! SSN has proven time and again how pathetic they are and I think Meltdown was a perfect example of that. I mean after all look at their line-up 187, TI, Eddy Love, Sky Suicide, Cole Steele, and Kin Hiroshi. Have you ever seen a more pitiful line up of "Talent"….. if I can even call it that!

Victoria: Well, are you planning another go for the titles?

Angelus: Yeah right, with SSN running things we don't have a hope in hell of getting another shot at Tribal Insuck! They'll be hiding behind Saul and Gottfrieds skirt the entire time! It doesn't matter though. MA has plans for SSN which will soon be revealed. I don't know about all the other EWI "loyalists" but I WILL NOT buckle to SSN's authority and I suggest the other's take the same stance otherwise we all might as well be SSN's bitches.

Victoria: What about tonight, you're in the first round of the King of the Cage tourney.

Angelus: Well, to me it's just another match. The only thing I'm intrested in is the tag-titles and revenge.

Jessica: Now, now Angelus. A title's a title. You don't want to lose it just because your mad at TI.

Angelus: True.

Victoria: Any idea who your opponent is?

Angelus: No. Even if I knew it wouldn't matter.

Victoria: Well there is a chance you'll have to face Ruiner.

Angelus: Yes there is, again though it doesn't matter. When it comes to singles competiton there are no friends, partners, or allies. It's all buisness and Ruiner knows that just as well as I do. If it turns out to be him I have no doubts he'll give 100 percent. As far as everyone else goes I just don't care. The only one I foresee putting up an actual fight is your boyfriend, sex slave, boy toy, whatever you want to call him, Aho. The rest are just a number on the "Score Card".

Victoria: If I'm not mistaken, you're saying you're rooting for Aho.

Angelus: Well I'm afraid you are mistaken. All I meant was he's the only one who can put up a fight. I didn't say he'd win. He does have talent, for an ego driven, "drone" that is.

Victoria: Drone?

Angelus: Yes, he's just like everyone else here. He follows the same paterns, same promo tactics, and has the same "Big Head". Everyone in EWI's a drone, they just don't know it.

Victoria: I don't know if I agree with that but nevertheless, do you think you'll win the tournament?

Angelus: If it reamains fair yes, if it doesn't god help the asshole that interferes! You know now that I think about it EVERY title shot I've ever had, 2 for the TV Title and 1 for the tag titles, they've ALL ended by me being "screwed". If I didn't know better I'd say EWI doesn't want to see MA with the titles they so duely deserve! That must be why during every title match I've had the referee's "distracted" or "down".

Victoria: That is a fairly "weird" coincidence but I'm sure that's all it is.

Angelus: Maybe.

Victoria: Are you at all excited about the opportunity? You don't seem to be.

Angelus: As I said, it's just another match.

Victoria: Ok, well thanks for your time and good luck.

Angelus: *nods*

Jessica: You're welcome.

(Victoria stands to leave and when she reaches the door she turns her head back around. She then makes a comment referring to a promo MA did in the TI match.)

Victoria: And yes Jessica I DO have a nice ass!

(With that Angelus begins laughing as Victoria leaves. Jessica slaps Angelus on the arm for laughing obviously embarassed as the camera fades.)

GM: (laughing) Oh that was amusing. He's such the ladies man.

BS: I think Jessica might see that from a certain point of view as well. And his opponent, I'm finding out ... is 'Riskbreaker' Ashley Riot! This should be a good one.

GM: Damn. No Angelus versus Ruiner. Hopefully next round.


First Round Matches for The King of the Cage


Angelus vs "Riskbreaker" Ashley Riot

6' 3', 245lbs. | 6' 1", 175lbs

Junon | Reno, Nevada

‘Wish' - Nine Inch Nails | 'Outlaw Tom' - Metallica w/The San Francisco Symphony


Ashley Riot, along with his manager Scott Hunter, were the first ones to make their way into the cage taking in the boos from the fans, but that quickly changed as Jessica and Junon soldier Angelus made their way to the ring. Once the steel cage door shut the bell rang and the match was ready to begin. As Hunter screamed to his wrestler, Riot tried to make the best of things attacking Angelus from behind with a Jumping Calf Kick to the back of his head and following up with a Running Bulldog Headlock. Taking the chance Riot made a move for the door, but Angelus was up too quick and stopped his chance from going onto the second round.

BS: Riot almost made it, but Angelus with the save.

GM: You know it's for everything tonight. Everyone wants to be King of the Cage.

As the match continued Riot had several more chances to win the match, but never captured that moment of victory because Angelus was sure to stop him. The turning point came when Riot hit Angelus with his finisher The Riskbreaker and laid him out in the center of the ring, but when Riot tried to get out Jessica took the cage door and slammed it on Riot's face knocking him back.

GM: That tricky little vixen! She shouldn't even be around the ring if she's going to do that!

BS: She's a manager so she can be near the ring.

GM: But for that? Someone call Gottfried cause a crime has been commited!

Angelus, coming around an seeing that Riot was cut open, knew this was the time to strike. He first returned the favor of a Spinning Heel Kick right into the open wound of Riot and then followed up with a Thrust Kick knocking Riot into the cage. Seeing that he had the open door. He finished Riot off with a boot to the midsection and his finisher Angel's Touch. After that he made his way to the door, climbed out, and was declared the winner.

Winner: Angelus


BS: Angelus is the first of the first round winners to go onto the second round!

GM: He put up an impressive fight and so did Riot, but Riot was just cut short of a victory. Let's say his door of opprotunity was slammed shut.

BS: That's a good way of putting it. Folks we've got to cut away, but when we return it's another first round match.

GM: Yeah ... I can't wait.

BS: No, apparently, something is going on down at the Evensville ER.

GM: An explosion?

BS: The horror...the horror...

The camera pans away from the commentator's, a smug look on Garret's face and a horrified look on Brett's, to the Extreme Screen. The camera is positioned in what looks like a hospital room. The scene quickly transitions to see through the camera. Inferno is sitting on a bench in the room, wearing one of those white hospital gowns. His clothes sit on a chair in the corner of the room and a doctor is standing infront of the EWI wrestler, shaking his head.

DR: You shouldn't be wrestling. Not tonight, not the next show. I recommend you sit out for at least 3 months.

Inferno shakes his head, eyebrows furrowed, in obvious disagreement.

IN: I'm fine doc. Besides, I can't just drop out of a match. I already told Zieba that I was hurt, see how much them guys listen to us? They don't, but it doesn't matter. They put me in this tournament and damnit, I'm gonna win

Doctor sighs, giving a resigned shrug. He starts to write on a small piece of paper and hands it to Infenro.

IN: What's this?

DR: It's a prescription. Go to the local pharmacy and get it filled. Make sure you take two of them three hours prior to every match.

IN: Aight, Doc. Whatever you say.

DR: Oh, and uh, yes. Remember the knee brace I gave you last time you got hurt?

IN: Err...yeah?

Inferno scrunches up his nose, not liking where the conversation is going.

DR: Well, You hafta wear that.

IN: When I wrestle? Aww man, that this is so bulky and...

DR: You hafta wear it whenever your not asleep.

IN: Not asleep? You mean...?

DR: Yes. Everywhere you go, everything you do, you need to wear it. Good luck.

Inferno grumbles to himself as the doctor leaves, shaking his head. He then gets up and moves towards his clothes. The scene fades to black as the camera returns to the shot of the Extreme Screen, now blackened. It pans to the commentators table where Garret is shaking his head.

GM: Let me tell you how much I care. *GM falls silent* Did you notice I said nothing?

BS: Looks like Inferno will be wrestling hurt against doctor's orders.

GM: Next match?

BS: Nope, but we will pause for a commercial break.

GM: Woohoo! I do hafta use the little boys room.


BS: Welcome back everyone. We've got another King of the Cage coming up next, but how about Inferno?

GM: You mean one leg Pete? I sure hope he can hop his way to round two, but for some reason I don't see it happening.

BS: He takes the bumps and he needs the brace. Wait ... I'm being told ... yes. The first wrestler in this match will be ... COMMANDO!

GM: COMMANDO??? He's back now? Oh that's all we need!

BS: And his opponent will be .... oh dear God .... CANCER!

GM: Really? (Laughing) Oh this should be an interesting match then. Hell let's go to the ring for this one!


Commando vs Cancer

6' 7', 268lbs. | 6' 3", 280lbs

Fort Bragg, North Carolina | Toms River, NJ

‘Welcome to The Jungle' - Guns N'Roses | 'Heart Shaped Box' - Nirvana


Commando enters the arena first to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Cancer and Jade enter next with Jade remaining on the outside as Cancer climbs into the cage. The match begins and the two men tie up. Cancer gouges Commando's eyes and scores with a clothesline. Commando jumps to his feet and ducks a second clothesline attempt. He spins Cancer around and throws him into the cage with a belly to belly suplex.

BS: My God! Commando could have broken Cancer's back there!

GM: Ya think?

Cancer clutches at his back in pain as Commando lifts him to his feet. Commando whips Cancer to the ropes but sets too soon for a backdrop and takes a spinning neckbreaker from Cancer. Cancer rests in the corner as Commando struggles to his feet. He comes at Commando with a superkick that connects squarely with the jaw. Cancer covers but only gets two.

GM: Cancer's kickin' some ass now.

BS: Try not to show any bias, Garrett. Sheesh.

Cancer whips Commando to the ropes but Commando reverses. Cancer goes for a clothesline but Commando ducks under it and catches with a spin hook kick on the rebound. Commando hooks him for a pumphandle slam but throws him over his head and into the cage. Jade cries out in horror as Cancer smacks audibly into the cage. Commando covers but gets only two.

BS: Commando's come in here with a game plan and Cancer is taking a lot of punishment.

GM: That's the price you pay to become King of the Cage, Sanders.

Commando pulls Cancer to his feet but Cancer gouges his eyes once again and then rams his face into the cage. Cancer then whips Commando to the ropes and punishes him further with a spinebuster. He signals to Jade who grabs a chair from ringside and throws it into the cage.

BS: Cancer has a chair! This isn't a good sign for Commando!

Commando uses the ropes to stand up but Cancer promptly boots him in the stomach and then drops him with an implant DDT onto the chair. He covers but only gets two-and-a-half. Cancer immediately stands up and executes a standing moonsault onto Commando but again Commando is able to get a shoulder up.

GM: Commando just won't stay down!

Cancer climbs the ropes but then looks up and points to the top of the cage. He begins ascending the cage but Commando begins to climb up after him. The two men begin fighting on the top rope, shaking the cage precariously. Suddenly both men lash out wildly and smack each other's heads into the cage. Both promptly fall and are crotched on the top rope before crumbling to the mat.

BS: Good God! They've killed each other! I just know it!

The referee begins to count, but neither man moves. Finally the referee reaches 10 and calls for the bell.

Winner: Double Count Out


BS: They are both out of it! They've taken it to the limit and neiter can continue!

GM: This is unreal. My God what was I thinking. They might just be dead.

BS: I don't think it's gonna be that bad. Now I'm being told that Angelus opponent was supposed to be the winner from this one, but since no one is the winner. He gets a second round bye and goes straight into the Quarterfinals!

GM: WHAT LUCK!

BS: Folks as they try to clear this one up we've got to take a break, but when we return more King of the Cage action awaits!


BS: Welcome back everyone. Well coming up next, after we found out druing the break will be none other than Inferno and he'll be taking on the likes of Greg Irondell.

GM: I can't see Inferno going onto the second round only because of his bum leg. Expect Irondell to reap the spoils and taking it to the second round.

BS: Well we're about to find out so let's go to the cage!


Inferno vs Greg Irondell

6' 1', 210lbs. | 6' 8", 280lbs

Pittsburga, PA | Orlando, FL

‘Pollution' - Limp Bizkit | 'Step Away From Me' - Godsmack


Both men are already in the ring as the bell rings and Irondell quickly takes it to Inferno and his braced leg. After a couple of shots to Inferno's face Irondell dropkicks him into his leg and Inferno crumbled to the canvas in obvious pain. To continue the assult Irondell came off the ropes and hit with a leg drop right onto Inferno's leg causing more damage, but everytime Irondell tried to get out of the cage Inferno found it within himself to get up and make sure that Irondell would not claim victory.

GM: How is this man going on!

BS: It's that heart inside Inferno burning like a ball of fire.

GM: Just go out in a flame why don't ya!

Continuing to beat down on Inferno, Irondell felt that he should seal the deal. After a vicious neckbreaker Irondell climbed to the top of the cage, but instead of going over, he stood on top and looked at his fallen opponent. He then suprised all in attendence of Roberts Stadium and went for a top of the cage bodysplash on Inferno, but Inferno moved just in time for Irondell to hit the canvas.

BS: DEAR GOD WHAT A MOVE!

GM: But he connected with the mat! This is unreal!

Taking the advantage Inferno got back up and polished him off with a double arm DDT. He then crawled his way to the door, crawled out, and claimed victory.

Winner: Inferno


BS: Inferno has done it! Inferno makes it to the second round!

GM: But at what cost? Sure he made it to round two, but can he actually continue on?

BS: That remains to be seen, but what a match from the young man. Now the question is who will he face in the winner of the next match?

GM: Okay I'll play. Who is he going to face?

BS: We're about to find out right now cause the next opponents are coming next. And the first one is ... BRAD STRIKER!

GM: He's back?

BS: Oh yes. He's back.

(The scene begins in total blackness. A faint chant of "Striker! Striker! Striker!" can be heard which begins to grow and grow. A single searchlight shines down from above, showing a man in silhouette with his head bowed and legs apart. Suddenly there is an explosion of pyrotechnics and "Superstar" Brad Striker steps forward from a shower of multi-coloured sparks. He is dressed in metallic purple PVC trousers, a white T-shirt with "ICON" written across the chest in gold and his long blonde hair is tied back into a ponytail. The piped sound of chanting is replaced by the Prodigy's "Mindfields". )

STRIKER: "The legions of Strikerettes from around the world have been jammimg the phonelines of the EWI and the SSN headquaters, demanding the return of their Icon, their Hero and their Role Model. The internet has been buzzing with requests for the hottest star in sports entertainment to return to brighten up the dull, dull, DULL EWI television programming. Well, the time is right for the return of the only true superstar left in this crumbling federation. BRAD STRIKER IS BACK!"

(Striker looks skywards and raises his arms. A large smile on his lips.)

STRIKER: "Ever since I was unjustly robbed of the EWI Intercontinental title by that pretender to my throne, The People's Chump Cole Steele, I have taken a back seat and watched as Extreme Wrestling International plunged to an all-time low. Ratings are down, attendance are rock bottom. The ever downwards spiral will continue now that the Super Sports Network is in charge with their plan to re-introduce wrasslin' to the masses! Well never fear, your saviour is here! No one else has the charisma and star quality to bring that upswing in fortunes for the EWI than myself. The sports entertainment world can breath a sigh of relief, it's biggest star is back with a vengeance.

Now, in a cheap ratings ploy, the EWI have decided to enter me into a thirty-two tournament to crown a King of the Cage. I know what you are thinking, why would a highly-skilled mat technician like Brad Striker be lowering himself and become involved in a series of degrading cage matches? I would normally agree but who am I to deprive the Strikerettes the chance to see their role model kicking some EWI butt? I mean, let's face it, I must be considered the favourite for this tournament. Who else has the combination of speed, brains, toughness and talent? Evan Aho? I think not. Gemini? That nut has no chance. Nope, I can't think of anyone who can match up to me. That's why, on Heatwave, you will see me take my first steps to getting a world title shot by winning the King of the Cage.

Be part of sports entertainment history and join me for my first round match up against a random opponent. One more thing, I have a message for my Strikerettes. Say your prayers, eat your vitamins and buy even MORE of my merchandise!"

("Mindfields" begins to play again and Striker begins to pose, head bowed and legs apart. The lights lower until he is only a silhouette again. The lights then go out so there is total darkness.)

BS: And as Striker awaits I'm finding out that his opponent is going to be ...

GM: Who? Who is it?

BS: TRIBULATION! And here he comes! Let's go to the cage!


'Superstar' Brad Striker vs Tribulation

6' 0', 227lbs. | 6' 6", 260lbs

Hollywood, California, USA | Dallas, TX

‘Mindfields' - The Prodigy | 'Hell No' - Stryper


Waiting in the ring Striker attacks Tribulation as he enters the ring and the match is underway. Striker, staying on his opponent, makes sure that he has the total advantage against the huge Tribulation by hitting him with Double Underhook suplex and following up with a Guillotine Leg Drop from the top turnbuckle.

BS: Brad Striker wants this match and you can see it.

GM: Considering how Cole Steele took his most prized belt, the Intercontinental Title, Striker is out to prove that he is back and is going for broke.

Waiting for his opponent to get to his feet, Striker sizes up Tribulation and sets him up for a Power Bomb, but the power of Tribualtion won't allow him to do it and he gets backdropped for his efforts. Now with Tribuation in control he attacks the legs of Striker and follows up locking in his move Stunning Revelation.

BS: Figure four in the center of the ring.

GM: Tribulation is going to break that leg in two! We could see the next man for round two right here.

Feeling that he has done enough Tribualtion releases the hold and looks down at his opponent. He then turns away and heads for the door, but does so in a slow manner and that would prove to be his downfall. Catching him from behind with a low blow, Striker continues his assult and catches him with his Superstar Slam. Striker then follows suit locking in The Final Insult. Trying to hold off the pain Tribulation does the best that he could, but instead of tapping out he passes out instead allowing Striker easy access to the door ... and the victory.

Winner: 'Superstar' Brad Striker


BS: Brad Striker is back and he is your winner.

GM: And for round two it'll be Brad Striker and Inferno facing off and the winner of that will face Angelus in the Quarterfinals. Am I correct on that?

BS: That you are my friend.

GM: I knew this. I'm that damn good.

BS: Folks we've got to take a break, but when we return it's more King of the Cage right here in the EWI!

GM: And it's brought to you by the SSN don't forget it.

BS: How can I?


BS: Welcome back everyone. During the break, once again, we've found out that it'll be Bass taking on, of all people, Gemini!

GM: GEMINI! NO WAY!

BS: And it's a match that almost didn't happen. Let's go to the tape.

(As the scene opens we see Gemini making his way towards the enterance way of the arena, but not before Marcus Gottfried finds him first.)

MG: Hey Gemini I need to have a word with you.

G: What about? We have to get ready for our match tonight.

MG: See that's the thing. I really don't want you to be in it so how about I give you the day off? Enjoy yourself and, when you return, you might be a complete person.

G: We don't think that's going to happen. We want our chance to make history again and what better than to win the King of the Cage and a shot at the Extreme World Champion at Black Ice. Besides ... we still owe Hellfighter for getting involved in our business.

MG: That's what I'm saying. Why should you dirty your hands when the SSN will do it for you. We'll take care of it and you go and relax.

G: Sounds tempting, but no. We'll do it thank you.

MG: (putting his hand on Gemini) I don't think you understand. I WANT you to go home.

G: (looking at Gottfried's hand on him) And I don't think YOU understand ....

(Gemini then wraps up Gottfried's arm and flings him to the side knocking him to the ground.)

G: We don't want to, but thanks for keeping us in your mind. We'll remember that when we get Hellfighter and his title.

(As Gemini walks away a upset Gottfried gets up and brushes off the debris that was on him.)

MG: (under his breath) Gemini you're gonna pay for that ... freak.

(The scene then cuts back to the announcers' table.)

GM: Oh man the last thing you want to do is to upset that man. Why didn't he just arrest him as well?

BS: I don't know, but who really wants to arrest Gemini?

GM: I would say Commando, but that's a lost cause. Still he has to face Bass and he is a true bad ass!

BS: Folks let's go to the cage cause this one is set to go!


Gemini vs Bass

6' 2', 245lbs. | 6' 3", 245lbs

Purgatory | St. Louis, MO

‘Beautiful People' - Marilyn Manson | 'Bring the Pain' - Method Man


As Bass enters the ring Gemini awaits him to get into the center before they lock up. As they trade punches trying to see who will get the best of the other it's Bass that manages to gain the advantage and whips Gemini into the ropes. As he comes off Bass catches him with a shoulder block, but it has no effect. Bass then runs into the ropes and lands a flying clotheseline knocking both wrestlers down, but Gemini gets up that quick and surprises Bass on his quickness.

BS: Neither man is giving ground here.

GM: You expected anything different? Considering the 12 man Extreme Survivor match they had at Meltdown there is some unfinished business in the ring.

Catching Gemini with a low blow with his foot, Bass takes Gemini to the side of the cage and rakes his face back and forth until spots of blood can be seen coming from the face of Gemini. Seeing the advantage, Bass drags Gemini with him up the cage until both of them are at the top. Bass then hits Gemini a couple of more times before he sets up Gemini and is about to hit with a top of the cage suplex.

BS: NO WAY!

GM: He wouldn't!

Before Bass can hit Gemini manages to get out of the move and somehow pushes Bass of the cage and back onto the canvas. Gemini then follows suit and NAILS Bass with a bone crushing body slash, but instead of rolling off he wraps his finisher Torquemada and will not release the hold.

BS: He's got him hooked!

GM: It's because he's seen his own blood. That sicko goes wacko when he sees his own blood.

After about a minute in the hold Gemini releases it and heads towards the steel door, walks out, and is declared the winner.

Winner: Gemini


BS: Gemini has done it! Gemini goes to the next round!

GM: That man is sick. For that matter BOTH of Gemini is sick! He could've killed Bass in that ring.

BS: Be thankful that he didn't. Folks it's that time to find out who is next on the list and the winner of the next contest will face Gemini in the second round.

GM: If Gemini still has a job in the SSN!

BS: And from what I'm hearing the first opponent will be none other than the CURRENT Intercontinental Champion ... Cameron Cruise!

GM: FLUKE! The man is a fluke!

BS: We have some pre-recorded comments from the champ so let's go to them.

(fade in Tampa Bay, Cruise's apartment. The room looks as if El Nino hit itself went through as papers, folders are everywhere. Cameron has with him a clipboard, and Zieba's list of names for the new KOTC Tournament. Hes wearing black sweatpants and a shirt that says 'SSN Takeover 2K'. He then sits down facing the camera)

CC: Ratings. How many times do I have to prove myself....for ratings. I've wrestled triple threat matches....contract on a pole matches...all for the profit of not fans, but for fortune-ridden morons like Marcus Gottfried and the SSN.

(sits down)

Now, I have to prove myself once again this time for a 32- man tournament called the King of the Cage. Thirty-two men start out in Evansville, Indiana, and one man comes out in Chicago...all for a shot at the Extreme World belt. No problem, this I can do.

Thirty one other wrestlers who havent a clue who there gonna face, and just who bad there gonna get beat. I know for a fact that theres not this many who can withstand such a horrific punishment, but you never know just how far one can go so with that, let me give you my opinions on the wrestlers involved.

The St. Louis Calab-o

Really I mean you think that these guys will actually still be friends after this? I mean I could care less about whether or not they would, but the fact of the matter is that not one out of the six of them is gonna make it. Sorry kids. Try for something better oriented, this aint for you.

Cancer

Pal, I aint done with you yet. You seem to take alotta credit for a bunch of other people, and that aint right bro. That's right, I beat Austin Canon and HELPED you beat him. Then you go on to claim that you did Zieba's dirty work and even got a shot at a title that YOU NEVER EVEN WANTED! Get real pal. It didn't happen then, and I'm gonna be damned sure it dont happen now.

Gemini

You obviously don't give a rat's ### who I am, since you barely acknowleged me for your match for the NthWA title last month. But that's okay. I'm just the newest IC champion right now. I've been in this situation before at Domination, and its not any different now. Im the underdog, and most likely will always be. This is a blind draw, so if by chance we meet, Im willing to give you the best I have, and I dont expect anything less.

Brad Striker

Where in the hell are you kid? Ever since you lost the IC belt, *MY* belt, you haven't shown your face at all. If you do...you better have yourself together, I know I will.

Tabu

I gotta give you credit wheres credits due pal...you almost pulled off what Ive tried to do 2-3 times before and thats pin Eddy Love.Youre someone I cant take lightly...I for one look forword to seeing you in the ring, I know that we'll give the fans what they want.

Evan Aho

The self-proclaimed Mr. Hardcore. You just took back the TV title, the first belt you won in this league. But not without a little outside help ONCE AGAIN from me. You may think that in your head, everythings A-O-K, that you don't have anything to worry about. Guess what kid? THIS AINT YOUR WORLD! This time's gonna be different, and I gaurantee that things wont go your way.

Rob Sampson

You however, HAVE pinned Eddy Love. I've seen you around before, plenty of times. I've seen you wrestle and Ive seen the way you dress and I gotta agree, your nickname fits. There is something in common that we have, besides having titles. And thats that we dont want anything but the best outta our opponents in our matches. I gotta warn you, you stay outta my way, and Ill stay outta yours...

As for the rest of you....you GOTTA be kidding me right?

Brian Swartz...youre done...Commando...give me a break...Angelus....HAH! Don't even let me start.

Gentlemen, I think that you all have some work to do and if things go the way I know they will...one lucky bastard out of the thirty-one thats left...as Ive said before...is gonna get a REALITY CHECK that they just wont like.

(fadeout and back to the announcers' table.)

BS: And that was Cameron Cruise and he looks ready.

GM: I don't think he's ready, but I guess we'll find out. Who's he facing?

BS: I'm being told it's going to be 'The Athlete' Andrew Burr so let's go to the cage for the next match!


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