(Before EWI Meltdown can begin, there are hundreds of fans outside the building who weren't able to get tickets. Security is doing their job well, but only because it's a calm crowd.)

Guard #1:Listen people, there are no more seats inside! There's nothing that we can do to get you inside! They're already over capacity!

FAN #1:There's seats inside, there's room! You let us in!

(The people move forward just a little, and the guards draw their guns.)

Guard #2:DON'T MOVE! Don't make us use these!

(The fans look around, at each other.... and they begin to calm down a bit.

For a minute or so....

Suddenly, a fireball flies out of the mass of people and hits the second guard square in the head. The first guard fires into the crowd, almost instinctively. The fans begin to move forward. Off in the distance, police sirens are growing louder.

Off to the side, almost inconsequentially.... two figures sneak inside.)


The camera pans around the sold out, out door, temporary set up of an arena in a small clearing in North Vietnam. The crowd is cheering and ready to rumble, as they present signs of all sorts, many of which are written in Vietnamese.

BS: Welcome one and all to the first installment of the EWI’s Asian tour that starts right here in Vietnam. Welcome to Heatwave in Vietnam!

MP: Yeah Baby! Finally Mike Powers is back in Vietnam!

BS: What the hell are you talking about?

MP: I dunno, I heard it somewhere.

BS: Well, just don’t. Folks, here we are in an old POW camp. Can you imagine how many POWs were in here during the Vietnam war?

MP: Who says they are gone baby? Hell, that’s why I was sent here, International man of Mystery on the job.

BS: Would you please put those binoculars down?

MP: Excuse me baby, do I ever ask you not to do your job?

BS: Someone shoot me!

MP: Don’t say that around here, see those Rice Patties baby?

BS: According to my sources, the reason why we are here is because Harders and Zieba have been constant pressure from the board of trustees to take the company abroad. Why they chose here, I will never know.

MP: I told ya baby, we needed a cover for me.

BS: My guess is, this was free. I am now being told that an announcement is going to be made.

Mark Bavaro (the ring announcer) walks into the ring, as he is decked out in a shirt and tie with all the trimmings. He puts the mic to his mouth.

MB: Ladies and Gentlemen, may I please have your attention. (Also being translated into Vietnamese.) The front office has instructed me to make the following announcement. We at the EWI thnak you for coming to tonight’s event. We ask that you, the crowd, be aware if a siren goes off, please run. Run with all of your life, trampling everyone in front of you. The siren is an air raid siren, plains will be spraying the area with massive amounts of bullets and us at the front office do care about you. Although, we will not be held responsible for any injury to the crowd, for we did warn you upon the purchase of the admission. Thank you for your attention, now enjoy the show.

Crowd pop!

BS: My god, Air raids?

MP: Yeah baby, that’s gonna be my cover. That’s when I get the prisoners out of here.

BS: Oh lord, how are we supposed to work under these cricumstances?

MP: Because, the guy who signs your checks says so baby!

BS: Well, on with the show, I guess. Tonight we have got some killer action for you. We have got the debut of Sky Suicide.

MP: Who? What did you say? Was that the code word? Oh bummer baby.

BS: We have also got the debut of the Showstoppers, an extremley talented, well established tag team. They join the ranks of an already strong tag team division.

MP: The showstopper is going to be the air raid baby!

BS: Who says there is going to be an air raid?

MP: Weren’t you listening?

BS: In case of a siren, in case!

MP: Well excuse me! No need to get your panties in a bunch.

BS: Also in action tonight is Bryan Blair versus Jeffrey Roberts. The question will be, does Roberts have what it takes to beat a former champion and …

MP: Where are those damn POWs?

BS: No…. and how badly does Blair want back into the title hunt? Ontop of the action we see The Greats versus the Drakness.

MP: Who versus who baby? Sounds like some B-rate flick.

BS: Yeah, B-it upon your head, it will be you they will be after, not me. We have also got Evan Aho defending his newly found gold against Gemini who made his first World Title shot at the ppv. This should be a close war.

MP: Yeah baby, Just make sure, if your Aho, to stay away from Gemini when he bends over. We know how that guy swings baby! He’d probably do good in a POW camp.

BS: You are truly relentless. Also tonight we have got Mark Maverick who verbally bashed anything and everything at the ppv squares off against Cameron Cruise, who is in search of himself.

MP: Cruise? I heard he was working on something special baby.

BS: And what would that be Mike?

MP: Hey now, Mercedes told me not to tell, but I will give you a little hint. He now joins the likes of Kenny Rogers and Hunts with his own special suace.

BS: Would you just shut the hell up? And put down those damn binoculars!

MP: I am not letting those POWs down. I will find them baby.

BS: (shakes his head.) To top of the evening we have got Eli Flair versus Eddy Love in a barbed wire inferno match. From what I have heard, Eddy Love is not happy. Even the new Extreme Eddy doesn’t like this idea. As for Flair, he is right a home.

MP: Yeah baby, I heard Flair sleeps with barbwire as a security blanket.

BS: I wouldn’t doubt it. Hey, let’s get to the first match of the evening with the debut of Sky Suicide.

[At that moment 'The Iceman' Kevin Kearns makes his way to the front row next to the enterance way with several signs under his arm. He goes to the empty seat that is next to a beautiful lady and sits himself down.]

BS: Oh what is he doing here?

MP: He came here to enjoy the matches just like everyone else.

BS: And what is this...."Kearns ='s $$$"....obviously this is a way to get at the Owners of the EWI!

MP: You have to admit it's a pretty good sign.

Cue Up: "They Wanna Be Like Us" by Tha' Realest, Top Dogg, and Lil' C Style.Kevin Nine appears at thee entrance way with his hands up in the air. He stands still, and fire works blast off, as Lone Wulf appears from the back as well. And then Nemesis comes "pimpin" out with a big fat cuban cigar stuck in his mouth. They all throw up there hands as fire works expload. They make there way to the ring, its towards the end of the song, Lone Wulf grabs a mic, and Kevin hands Nemesis his from his back pocket, and the two sing their new "motto" or wahtever in unicine.

BS: What in the world is this?

MP: Doesn’t he know Cuban cigars are illegal baby?

Lone Wulf & Nem: "Thunder, Thunder...HOT as FIRE, We the three zulu kings of the gangbang EMPIRE!"

Lone Wulf: CUT OUR MUSIC! We've sat in the back and watched everyone run there mouths like they run this show...well...We still blazin' ain't a DAMNED thing changed!

Lone Wulf tosses the mic to Kevin.

Kevin: Its been awhile...its been along while since MD, has been seen togather in its entirety, and yet...it still is not in its "full." But yet...The Three Kings...Enforcers...if you will, are here...

First...we have somthin to LET EVERYONE know...EVERYONE...

This is the Former...MWC. Now the EWI. EWI the "E" being for Extreme. Lets go back, back in time....To Domination! At Domination, myself, and my brother Lone Wulf fought in the highest paying, highest injury rate, and most DANGROUS match in the M f***in W C! I went off a 20 foot balcony threw a table...We tore down a cage, put a whole in the ring, DESTORYED THE RING COMPLETLY! Took it all over the arena...I got up from the Sheriff Killa, LW got up from the K-9er. We took MWC, to the Extreme like they had never been before. They had went to the Extreme...but not like this.

Then, later that night Eli Flair, and the now retired Steve Radder went one on one, in a MEGA CAGE MATCH, Radder went threw a table...thats it. But what is considered the most hardcore match in the EWI/MWC?? Flair verse Radder...bulls**t!

WE ARE HARDCORE, NOT THEM!!

(talking low again) Then the next night...we took on The Hardcore Brothers, and DESTORYED THEM! The same night...I took on Flair in a Four Weapons of Destruction match, but who is still the Hardcore Wrestlers? Radder and Flair! NO!

WE put the E in EWI! We made the MWC, the EWI!

And now, for someone else, who...

The camera looks towards the rafters and the same dark figure is standing, looking down, watching. Kevin drops the mic, and stares. Nemesis turns his on, and starts talking.

Nemesis: And then there was the MAB's...the MARK ASS BITCHS! I can say bitchs right? Cause I know Flair can say bitchs, so I can say bitchs? Wait, I can't say bitch? WELL SOMEONE TELL ME WETHER I CAN SAY THE ****IN WORD BITCH OR NOT??

Lone wulf snatchs it.

LW: GIMMIE THAT! Before you get us kicked off TV....(real low) again...

Lets do a little bit of a...what do you say, a SHOOT!

Martin...and KROSS! I guess you forgot who made you! I guess forgot who CREATED YOU! Don't forget, where you came from.

If memory servives me right, my chronic filled friend here...helped you out a little, I forget...what did you do??

Nemesis: Um...I made 'dem! (inhales)

LW: See, lets go back a little ways, when MD was still ridin' high, if my memory serves me correctly, then The name "Bret "Brass Knuckles" Kross" was MADE by Nemesis...Now Nem' how did you come up with that name?

Nemesis: Well, remember Kevin's old rival, Kevin Kross? Well, his last name, and remember Bret Williams one of the first MD members? Him, I mixed the two, added a gay nickname, and THERE YOU HAVE IT!

LW: Interesting, Intersting...hmmm...What did the "Nemesis: Rule the Mid Card" Program do for Cool Moe D?

Nem: I ahh, told him he ought to change his name, and use his real name, since Kool Moe Dee is a Rapper.

LW: And look at him now...along with Kevin, i mean Bret Kross, he is RULING the mid card! Way to go, folks you can also rule the mid card with the "Nemesis: Rule the Mid Card" Program, just call 1-800-YOU-SUCK!

Kevin...Kevin!! KEVIN!

Kevin: huh? what...

Lone Wulf: Talk...

Kevin: Oh...MD is back(glances back up) For your destinys are writtin...so it shall be...Thunder, Thunder...

Nemesis: Hot as Fire!

Lone Wulf: THREE ZULU KINGS OF THIS GANGBANG EMPIRE!!

Cue Up: they Wanna Be like Us, as the three exit!

BS: Thank god that little tiraid is over. Their misguided thoughts and brain waves need some surpressing.

MP: Yeah baby! Destruction is back!

BS: Like I was saying before, let’s get to the action…


(Vice- Commisioner Zieba is walking through the backstage area, carrying a folder and speaking to someone on a cell phone.)

EZ:A riot. A riot due to the crowd attacking the security guards and you think the EWI is going to be held liable? I don't think so. This was a problem with the population of YOUR city. NOT my company.

(He hangs up the phone.)

Jeez. These people are completely out of their mind.

(As he walks, several papers fall out of his folder. He curses to himself and bends over to pick them up.)

VOICE:Leave them.

EZ:What?

(A vinyl boot steps on the last paper.... a vinyl boot that climbs up a well- shaped calf, with five inch heels. Commisioner EZ looks at the boot, and up.... and up.... and up....)

EZ:Well, hello there.


Sky Suicide vs. Frank 'The Showstopper' Camarotti

5'10", 228lbs | 6'4", 205lbs

Olympia, Washington | Plainview, NY

"Rocket Queen" by Guns N' Roses | "Chanuka Song" by Adam Sandler


Once the bell rang it was all Sky Suicide from beginning to end. Camarotti, formally of the once WoW Tag Champion The Ego ICONS, could not find his way into this game as he fell prey to every move Sky Suicide placed on him. In the end Sky Suicide hit with his finisher Suicide Solution for the eventual win.

Winner: Sky Suicide


BS: And an impressive debut for the man called Sky Suicide.

MP: Oh yeah...Yippie.

BS: Well I can see you are your usual excited self.

MP: Hey (pointing out into the crowd) who is that over there.

BS: (looking around) Where?

MP: That blonde lady over there. Isn't that....

BS: Don't you say it. You know we're not suppose to bring that up here and now.

MP: What is her name...Curtain...Pauley....

BS: Stop. Stop it now.

[As the crowd is getting ready for the next match Kearns gets the camera's attention and shows another sign....."Free Kevin Kearns"]

MP: Oh I think it's a personal plee.

BS: He's not making friends I can assure you of that. Coming up next....

[Wildchild's "Renegade Master" cues up as EWI Co-Owner Erik Zieba strolls out to the ring. EZ procures the house mic and looks out at the capacity crowd. As his music dies down, EZ raises the mic to his mouth and begins speaking.]

EZ: I'm never one to mince words when we're back in the United States, so I'm not going to here either. Now then...

[EZ stops in mid-sentence as the lights go out. The crowd buzzes, not knowing what to make of the situation. Suddenly, a single spotlight hits the entranceway as Clawfinger's "Biggest and the Best" cues up. The spotlight reveals a man with his back to the arena. He's wearing a black leather jacket with the words "Mr. Main Event" emblazoned upon the back in gold lettering.]

BS: What the...? What's HE doing here?

MP: Who's that groovy cat?

[A revolving platform brings the man around to face the audience. As the vocals kick in the lights come back on and the man begins slowly strutting to the ring, offering his hand to the people but then quickly pulling it away before they can touch him. Upon seening this, the crowd begins to boo the stranger. In the ring, Zieba is visibly perturbed. The mystery man climbs up onto the apron and gives a sarcastic wave to Zieba before stepping through the ropes. Upon stepping into the ring, he eaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a microphone.]

MM: Well, well, well... Erik Zieba. How the hell are ya?

[Zieba's only response is a look of disdain.]

BS: Zieba does not seem happy to see this man at all.

MP: Who is he!?

BS: "Mr. Main Event" Rob Sampson, for the love of Pete!

RS: Aw, c'mon, EZ. You know your happy to see "Mr. Main Event" here in your company, right? I mean, it *is* just a coincidence that I haven't seen you since I signed my contract, isn't it? Haha, it's okay, big man. You can talk now.

EZ: First of all, I am not a puppet. I don't need you to pull my...

RS: Ho! Watch it, EZ! There are kids in attendance.

EZ: (sigh) What is it you want here, Sampson?

RS: Oh you *know* what I want, EZ. You've got someone in the back by the name of Eddy Love. Just a few days ago, I ran Eddy Love down to the entire CSWA, and he then had the unmitigated gall to refer to yours truly as a mid-carder. Now I know Eddy Love has had a successful career, but mine is certainly nothing to sneeze at either. But I'm sure someone as busy as Eddy Love hasn't had time to properly review my career.

EZ: Eddy Love has other people besides yourself to deal with, Sampson. He's challenging Eli Flair for the Extreme title later tonight.

RS: The Extreme title? Where you can use tables, chairs...stuff like that?

EZ: Exactly.

RS: How fitting. Because you see, Eddy Love needs these kind of props to try and make himself look good in a match! How many former World champions would give a damn about an Extreme title? I know I wouldn't. But that's Eddy Love for you. He thinks he can keep his career alive by challenging for lesser titles. It's all about the gold, right, Eddy? You'll take any title you can win just so long as you can prove to yourself that you can still win one. Sure, it's not the World title, but the World title isn't important is it? Nah. Been there, done that. Geez, Eddy, how pathetic can you get!?

EZ: What's your purpose out here, Sampson?

RS: If you'll keep your mouth shut, EZ, you'll find out. Eddy Love, I'm calling you out. You can can call me a mid-carder and say you have no time for me all you want. I'll wear you down to the point where the only thing you can think of is getting in the ring with me. You won't be able to close your eyes at night for fear of seeing Rob Sampson in your dreams. But your dreams are the least of your concerns. Reality is what you should fear and "Mr. Main Event" is your reality check. So, Eddy Love, once again, I challenge...no, I *dare* you to step into my world. Because every match with me is a main event and you, my friend, are in desperate need of one.

[Sampson turns to leave, but hesitates for a moment.]

RS: Oh, and EZ? Be seein' ya, pal.

[Sampson smiles arrogantly and rolls out of the ring as "Biggest and the Best" starts up again. He walks to the back with a cocky strut, soaking in the boos of the crowd. As he is walking he comes across Kearns who shows him a sign...."Who books this crap?"]

BS: ROB SAMPSON IS IN THE EWI!!! The former World Champion of TCW is here!!

MP: TCW? Totally Complete Wrestling? I thought they just started up.

BS: No the other TCW. Total Championship Wrestling. He was their last World Champ when they finally closed their doors.

MP: Oh....O.K.

BS: Well without a break let's move on to our next match debuting the current NthWA Tag Team Champions, The Showstoppers, against Team X-Ta-C.

MP: Team X-Ta-C? Oh I like them. Let's bring'em out baby YEAH!

BS: You're picking them? Over The Showstoppers? You're kidding right?

MP: X-Ta-C? You know I am!

BS: Let's get to the match.


The Showstoppers ("Real Deal" Rob Styles and "Techno" Shane Taylor) vs. X-Ta-C (Erotic and Nightmare)

Combined Weight 462lbs | Combined Weight 437lbs

Mission Beach, California | New York Underground

"Beyond This Life" by Dream Theater | “Perfect Drug" by NIN


As dramatic as X-Ta-C's enterance was it was still not even close to the crowd reaction that was given to The Showstoppers when they paraded around with the NthWA Tag Team Championship belts. Once the glitter and the glamour was finished it was The Showstoppers going to work and proving to the audience that they were the real deal. Erotic and Nightmare tried to get in sync with the match, but the offense they provided was nothing to The Showstoppers. In the end it was Styles coming off the top rope, while Taylor had Erotic in a backslide, and hitting their finishing manuver Headsman's Guillotine for the win.

Winner: The Showstoppers


MP: Oh they STINK!

BS: I told you. I told you.

MP: Oh you didn't tell me a thing!

BS: We're gonna break for now fans, but when we come back we've got The Greats against The Darkness....NEXT!!!

Bret Kross walks to the ring, to CHEERS, he picks up a chair throws it into the ring, gets in the ring, and sits down on the chair. Amazingly, the fans rise to their feet in appreciation of Kross's performance at Black Ice.

Kross:I have come out here, a four time, four time, four time, four time LOSER. Thats right. Black Ice was not my match. I was in the battle royal all of five minutes, I lost my TV title, I had to defend Martins title, and then lost the tag match. Fun night, and yet you people cheer me. I guess in reality thats makes it all worth it. But all those losses, mean nothing now, and its time to move on. I would like to intorduce to you, my partner, the man who was so gutsy at the ppv, Matt Martin.

(Martin is wheeled out in a wheel chair, the crowd gives rises to their feet and cheer once again, he is helped out of his wheel chair, as Kross puts the wheelchair in the ring, Martin is helped up the ring stairs, and back into the wheelchair)

Kross:Matt, what a job you did at the pay per view, you really came through didn't you?

Martin:I tried my best Bret.

Kross:(now standing up, looking down at Martin)Well, you know what your best did, it cost me the @#$%@& tag titles. Because you had to come out, and prove something you cost me the match. I was doing fine by myself, and had the match won, but then your drunken ass comes hobbling out, and you get in the ring. You couldn't even defend your own title, and you think you were going to be my partner? Well, Matt, friend, buddy pal, heres what you best got you.

(Kross kicks Martin, knocking him off the wheelchair, he takes the chair he was sitting on, lays it on the mat and delievers the BRASS BOMB to Martin)

Bret Sanders:This is sick. Martin is in a wheel chair for God's sake.

Kross:You fans can kiss my ass. You think your appreciation, makes up for Black Ice. @#$% that. I got screwed, not once, not twice, but three times. Three @#$%&* times. Aho, your walking around a paper champion, because you never beat me. You talked about playing fair, and training, but you need Crippler to bail your ass out. And speaking of Crippler, you think your going to cost me a title, and that will be the end of it, think again. You better watch your back tonight, because all hell is going to break loose. Maixmum Overdrive and Simply Stupid, you didn't beat me. You beat a sorry drunken excuse for a wrestler. I had all four of you beaten, single handidly. But, I realized something. Who gives a @#$% about those tag titles? Not me. Those titles, just mean you can't do anything by yourself, so I say @#$% them. As far as Flair, well Martin may be gone from wrestling forever,but you still have to deal with me. And now the people who I am angry at the most. The owners of this company. You guys just sat there and watched as I got screwed over and over. Not once, did you come out. I figured out why though. See, you know how big I am getting, and you know I am a threat to the so called big names in this business. Soon, Flair, and Love will be yesterdays news, and all they will talk about is Bret Kross. You don't want that, cause you can't market me. You want the same old people to be on top, but its not going to happen. Tonight, will be the total opposite of Black Ice. Everyone who screwed me will get theirs, trust me.(points to Martin) As for you, I'm not done with you yet.

(Kross knocks Martin on the head with the microphone, picks him up and delivers another BRASS BOMB on the chair, he picks up the wheelchair and throws it on Martins back, leaving him there as paramedics rush the ring, Kross leaves to a round of boos)

Mike Powers:Kross is pissed, with good cause baby.

BS:Kross is a maniac, and someone has to stop him. What did he mean about everyone getting theirs?

MP:Who knows baby. But at least hes given up the quest for the Tag Titles.

BS:Everyone in the back should watch there back, I think Kross is unstable.

MP: Oh whatever was your first clue?

BS: Coming up next we've got the return of The Greats and they face the challenge of The Darkness.

MP: Oh this should be a good one.

BS: Really? You're saying this?

MP: Oh I just wanted it to sound good. By the way where is that girl at? You know...Turner's wife.

BS: You want to start a riot or something? Let's get to the match.


The Greats (Jimmy Krane and Chris Strange) vs. The Darkness (Max Punisher and PacKHouse)

Combined Weight 549lbs | Combined Weight 567lbs

Liverpool, England | Bronx, New York

'Three Lions on a shirt' by The Lightning Seeds | “Freeze Time” by 311


It was a return of sorts for The Greats, formally known as The X's, to EWI. Granted they were in the Battle Royal at Black Ice, but this was their first return to EWI tag team match. On the opposite side The Darkness were ready to show them that they are meant to be in the EWI. Once the bell rang it was non-stop action from both sides. Some of the highlights in this match was when The Greats connected with a double suplex on PacKHouse and a double elbow tag on Max Punisher. Also other highlights were when The Darkness delievered a punishing double arm DDT on Jimmy Krane and a double clothesline on Chris Strange. In the end it was Rachel Strange getting the attention of the ref and PacKHouse when she got on the ring apron. During that time Jimmy picked up Max Punisher in a Powerbomb and Chris helped him slam him down for their finisher the Pumbling Powerbomb. Once Jimmy went for the cover Chris went to attack PacKHouse while the ref went for the three count.

Winner: The Greats


BS: What an impressive match from the former X's.

MP: Oh yeah! You see that's what I'm talking about. It takes British people to make this show special.

BS: Well I see that Mark Bravo is in the ring so let's go to him.

MB: Our next special guest tonight has come all the way from Kansas City to be here for you tonight right here in Vietnam. We saw his amazing come from behind victory against Kevin-9 to win the Intercontinential Championship at BlackIce in The Meadowlands in New Jersey. Ladies and Gentleman, please give a big warm welcome to the new EWI Intercontinential champion, the front runner/leader for the Nu Nation Revolution, "HellFighter" Michael Patrick Shulze.

(The lights go completely out, QUE UP: "Revolution" from Kirk Franklin's Nu Nation Project. Pyrotechnics and other colorful fires engulf and fill the entryway and ring post in the ring. (Far more pyro than Goldberg's entrance) Then entering out and making their way to the ring is HellFighter accompanied by Miss Tania Beatty. The crowd answers to huge pops all over the arena. HellFighter enters into the ring first and then hold the rope open for Miss Tania, shakes the hand of the ring announer and then takes the mic, and gets ready to speak as soon as the crowd dies down a bit. HellFighter is dressed in black slacks and a red Kansas City Chiefs Jersey with #58 on it, and on the back D. Thomas on it, black boots, and the Intercontinential belt over his shoulder. Tania is wearing something semi formal but more casual and comfortable not revealing any deep cleavage shots but it still shows a little form in her very formed and elegant body, but she is not flaunting her looks.)

HellFighter: "GOOD EVENING VIETNAM!!" (Crowd erupts in applause, he waits for the crowd to calm down before he continues) I always wanted to say that. I would of said Good Morning Vietnam, but its not morning. (Crowd laughs) So Vietnam, WHO'S READY FOR A NU NATION REVOLUTION?!?!?!?!?!?! (The crowd goes berserk over that question with a loud "WE DO!") And by golly, we're gonna get it, because we need it, and we deserve it. We need something different, and this is a symbol of that difference. We are tired of cliches and other kinds of wrestling soap opera antics. If we wanted cliche, we watch ECW. If we wanted immitation, a whole bunch of 'Look mommy, I can do that' we'd watch WCW. And if we wanted crude repeating same ol same ol, we watch the WWF, but guess what, WE DON'T! (The crowd erupts in applause again). We are EWI, and we are way better than all of them, and that is not just like a shroud of over confidence, but a little/alot of truth for everyone to take in. We are the real deal, and the Nu Nation Revolution is right at the center of it, and if anybody wants to decide to be apart of it then they are more than welcome to jump abourd, but nobody's forcing you to. Just a couple of things that I want to make known tonight as I stand before you all tonight.

First off, to Kevin-9...aka K-9...bow wow..woof-woof! (Mixed pop of cheers and boos) No I'm just kidding about that, no in all respect. Kevin you wrestled one hell of a match with me at BlackIce. You truely are an athlete of all around. I commend you on a job well faught because again you do deserve it. I know that I have been saying this off and all wek and so forth but that match could of went either way, and it could be still you that could still be the intercontinential chmpion still. I know that I actually thought about giving up in that match, but I didn't and I held on and I went the distance, but I wish you the very best in all of your endeavers and hope and pray that you find whoever it is you are looking for. Because I know what its like not to have closer in your life and I hate to see you suffer, so from the bottom of my heart. God bless and my prayers are with you bro, God's Speed bro.

Now onto the real business, and I'll try to keep this short and sweet, and definately to the point. Mark Maverick! Like I said I don't care where it is where you came from or whatever. You have got my attention and I ringing down on your door. You sound like you have been picking a fight with me for a while now. You say that I run my mouth, that it has wrote alot of checks that won't beable to cash up on, and maybe that could be the case, but I think that you better speak for yourself as well. Yeah you heard me, evaluate yourself and your own actions because you have barked up the wrong guy's tree...and bot is it a big tree of mine. You are treading on thin ice and if yooour not careful, you might have me land in the middle of you so fast you won't have time for a single blink. You reap what you sow Maverick, and you will reap the whirlwind with me. I am the reaper. Well like my boys The Gothic Alcemey always say, "You feeling froggy?...JUMP!" Well I have one thing to say to you Mark, fromthe words of actor Val Kilmer, "I'm Your Huckleberry!" If its a fight that you want, then its a fight that you've got...so jump right in and bring it. I don't care when it is, you name the time, and the place and I'll be there. It could be tonight (huge crowd pop), it could be next Shockwave in Thaiwan (crowd pop), or it could be the next Heatwave (crowd pop), or it cold be at the next PPV in South Korea for 'Cosmic Encounters.' It don't matter to me really but if its a fight you want then its a fight you'll get. 'Seek and Ye shall find.' Except no substitutes. And that's all I gotta say, and yo can quote me on that, all of it. Now hit my music."

(As the music comes back up, HellFighter helps Tania out of the ring, they make their way through the crowd greeting, hugging, shaking hands, and talking with them.)

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