
(Scene cuts back to the parking lot where a limo is arriving. The limo pulls in and stops. After a few moments the doors open and out steps Ruiner follwed by Irvine, Alucard, and Kelly. The four step out and make their way to the back)
(The scene opens in the parking area of the arena in Lincoln, where we see a black Jeep Wrangler pull in with its top off. The Jeep screeches to a halt and Ash jumps out of the drivers side, duffle bag in tow. He's wearing the usual jeans and tight t-shirt, this one with the EWI logo scrawled across the front. Over the shirt is a leather jacket and in his mouth burns a cigar. Ash walks along with an angry look on his face. He stops a security guard just inside the door of the arena.)
A: Hey! Have you seen Gottfried?
SG: Who?
A: Marcus Gottfried. Is he here?
SG: I don't know. I - I haven't seen him.
(Ash continues into the building.)
(On the Extreme Screen is a shot of the Motor City Maniacs as they enter the arena. Ripper Robertson and Max Mayhem are both wearing Motor City Maniacs T-shirts and blue jeans. Ripper's hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, while Max Mayhem's hair hangs down in his face. Suddenly Vice President McCarver runs over to them.)
McCarver: I've been waiting all day for you two.
(Both Ripper and Max stop and look at each other.)
McCarver: A couple of weeks ago, Ash said that you were part of this faction to run the SSN out of here, but Only Ego Buster, Sampson and Ash were out there. I need to know what's going on.
(A smirk comes across Ripper's face.)
Robertson: Les....You should know by now, that we do what we want, when we want to do it. Did you hear from us that we were going to throw ourselves into your and Zieba's fight?
McCarver: (A little confused) Well..No. I didn't.
Mayhem: (Getting right in VP McCarver's face) Well then don't assume things. It makes you look like an ass.
(Both Maniacs brush by the VP and move on their way. Camera fades out to black.)


(Cue up "Heart Shaped Box" by Nirvana. Cancer and Jade enter at the top of the ramp to green pyro arms raised. As they make their way to the ring the couple toss more packs of Green Skull cigarettes to the crowd. Some of the packs are kept but most are thrown back. When they approach the ring Cancer slides under the bottom rope and then uncharacteristically Cancer holds the ropes open for Jade. Jade is a little surprised by this but steps through the ropes anyway. Cancer props her on top of the turnbuckle. He then picks up the house mic.)
Cancer: You know lately here in EWI I've been floundering around with no true direction. I've been doing mostly hired gun work for that fat drunken bastard we call a prez. But they say that you should never expect a favor for a favor. But I say you should expect a favor for two favors.
Zieba, I took out Austin Canon for you so your gravy train from The Dork Carnival can lumber his way to another paycheck. I took out Corleone for you so you wouldn't look like a complete jackass when Buffet Buster no showed. Well as the cliche goes paybacks are a bitch, but this time she's on the rag.
I want a title shot Zieba. Now I know some of you are saying that I don't care about titles, which is true. Its not about the title itself. Its about taking something precious away from someone and keeping it away from somebody else who wants it. When I won the world title it was about taking it from Edward Love and keeping it from Gemini. When I won the world tag titles it was about taking it from Simply Stunning and keeping it away from Tribal Instinct. And as it turns out taking it from Gemini as well, but I digress.
This time its a little different. I still want to take a title away from someone. In cae anyone had not noticed I am the number one contender to Mr. Curtain Jerker Rob Sampson's Federation title. And I want to take the title away from him. But in this instance I don't want to keep the title from anyone. This time I want to give it to someone.
(Cancer walks over to Jade and takes her by the hand. Jade is confused as to what is going on.)
C: When I win the Federation title, I will present it to you Jade as your engagement present. Will you marry me?
(At this point the crown is mixed with cheers and boos. A somewhat noticeable chant of "Say yes" can be heard. Jade swells up with tears in her eyes and nods her head. The crowd pops to her reaction.)
C: Ladies and Gentleman I give to you the future Mr. and Mrs. Cancer. And THERE IS NO CURE FOR CANCER!!!
(More Human than Human cues up over the PA system as pyros go off. Cole Steele steps out from the back. Cole Steele is wearing his wrestling tights a WWCD T-shirt and black sunglasses over his eyes. His hair is semi messy and the IC Title is slung over his right shoulder. The fans boo loudly and Cole seems to let it all sink in and a broad smile comes across his lips. Cole enters the ring and adjusts the IC Title before getting a microphone from ringside.)
Steele: Welcome to all my loyal Steelers out there. For those of you that had your electricity turned off for the last week, You'll notice that your hero has gained about ten pounds, ten pounds in gold. Yes I took down that imposter Brad Striker and a psycho path in Gemini and I walked out the IC champion, no tricks, no chairs, just pure wrestling. This is why I say that if I'm not the greatest technical wrestler in the EWI, Then There's only one or two close and those two men happen to be under the SSN label also.
(Cole walks around the ring and a small group of young males start chanting for Cole. Cole ignores them and continues.)
Steele: I took a long list of the men that have won this IC title, the so called greats of the EWI. The one thing that I notice is that those so called champions where closet champions. Only defending those titles when absoultly necassarry. Well I say no more. I say that my fans...The Fans of the SSN. They deserve better. They deserve to see a real fighting champion. That is why tonight I'm going to have a match. Not just any match. I'm going to have a match with a man that is a rightful contender to this title.
BS: (voice over) Brad Striker? Gemini?
Steele: Fans, Please take this time to welcome a world renouned athlete to the EWI. From Big Beaver, Delaware.............The one.....The only.......Phillip McHunt.
GM: (Voice over) Can we say that on live TV?
BS:(Voice over) Who is this guy? Great challenger...This is a shame.
GM:(Voice over) No...No...This guy is a great star....He will give Cole a great match.
(Suddenly from the back, steps a man. This man seems to be in his late 30's or early 40's. The man is wearing overalls and a baseball cap. The man doesn't look like he should be in the ring with Garrett Mcfarland let alone Cole Steele. The man slowly moves to the ring. The man enters the ring and stands in his corner.)
Steele: Can I get a ref down here please. Ok, Phil, This is your chance to get this title.
(A ref runs down to the ring and the bell sounds. Cole shoots out and applies a side headlock. Cole Steele with a knee to the stomach and a snap suplex. Cole with the cover...One...Two...Cole pulls him up. Cole pulls Phip up to his feet and shoots him into the far ropes and hits a running clothesline. Cole off the ropes and hits an asai moonsault.)
GM: He calls that the Hero Sault.
BS: This is a joke.
(Cole Steele adjusts Phillip and climbs up to the top rope and comes off with a Frog Splash. Cole with the cover. One, Two, Three.)
GM: He calls that the People's Splash. What an impressive win by the IC champion.
BS: What? Impressive by whose standards?
(Cole grabs the microphone.)
Steele: Now, Sampson, Hellfighter, Ash, Falcon, It doesn't really matter which champion you name. I just proved that I'm a fighting champion. One week after winning the IC Title, I defended it against a top star. The EWI Champions should be ashamed of themselves. Fans, Remember. Check out SSN week nights for Motor Sports weekly and visit the SSN web site, where you can join the Cole Steele fan club.
(The crowd boos as "More Human than Human" cues back up and Cole exits the ring and the ringside area.)
BS: Up next we have two newcomers to the EWI. It's Toshiro Somekawa taking on "The Clash" Keith Rotten. Both of these guys have awesome potential here.
GM: I'm gonna have to go with Rotten on this one. I mean, Somekawa can talk the talk, but he doesn't look all that tough to me. Keith Rotten, on the other hand, is one mean lookin' punk.
BS: Well, we'll just have to see about that. Let's go to the ring!
Toshiro sizes up his opponent before the two lock up. Toshiro gains the advantage and takes Rotten down with a picture perfect snap suplex. Rotten quickly gets up and charges at Somekawa with a clothesline but Somekawa ducks it and nails a swinging neckbreaker. He pulls Rotten up and attempts another suplex but Rotten turns it into a powerbomb slam. Somekawa gets up quickly and is met with a boot to the face from Rotten. Rotten follows it up with a HUGE clothesline, sending Somekawa to the outside. Rotten follows him and throws him into the steel steps. Rotten pulls Somekawa up and whips him into the barricade.
BS: Keith Rotten is really dominating Toshiro Somekawa right now.
GM: Told ya so. That Somekawa punk just doesn't have what it takes.
Rotten grabs Somekawa by the hair and smashes his face into the ring post before rolling him back into the ring. By the time that Rotten is back in the ring, Somekawa has risen to his feet but Rotten sends him right back down with a bulldog. Rotten with the pin for a two count. Frustrated, Rotten yanks Somekawa up and whips him into the ropes. He goes for a clotheline but Somekawa ducks it and comes off the ropes with a forearm smash to Rotten, stunning him. Somekawa follows it up with a couple of knife-edge chops and stiff kicks to the chest, face and legs of Rotten. Rotten falls to the mat in pain. Toshiro locks on a cruicifix armbar. The ref checks with Rotten but he refuses to submit so soon. Somekawa finally releases the hold and pulls Rotten up but immediately dropkicks him in the knee rather stiffly. Toshiro pulls Rotten up and levels him with a release Geman suplex. Somekawa covers.
BS: One, two, thr-- NO! Rotten kicks out!
Somekawa gets up and repeatedly stomps on the knee of Rotten. Rotten makes his way to his knees and nails Somekawa with a low blow that the ref doesn't see. Rotten takes Somekawa down with a reverse DDT and follows it up with a quick leg drop.
BS: Oh! It looks like Rotten may have hurt that knee that Somekawa has been working on all night.
Rotten holds his knee in pain and Somekawa tries to capitalize on it and charges, but Rotten sees him and nails him with a dropkick. After the move it appears that Rotten has once agains strained his injured knee. He manages to make it to his feet and with every ounce of strength that he has he climbs to the top turnbuckle and nails a moonsault on Toshiro. The ref counts but Somekawa kicks out after two.
BS: Look at the pain that Rotten is going through. I don't know how much more of this he can take.
Rotten gets up and tries to clotheline Toshiro but he ducks and takes Rotten down with a dragon screw leg whip, further injuring Rotten's knee. Somekawa pulls Rotten to his feet and begins laying into him with a series of chops and punches and puts on the exclamation point with a perfect exploder suplex.
BS: My God! Toshiro Somekawa is BRUTAL!
Toshiro pulls Rotten up and sends him into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. With Rotten down, Somekawa hits him with three consecutive kneebreakers.
BS: Somekawa is going to break Keith Rotten's knee!
Once again, Somekawa locks on a crucifix kneebar and Keith Rotten has no choice but to submit.
BS: Thank God Rotten submitted. Somekawa could have ended his career out there and did good damage to Rotten's knee already. But I'd have to say that Keith Rotten put on one helluva fight and there's no doubt in my mind that we'll be seeing this kid in the future.
Toshiro Somekawa begins to walk up the entrance ramp and out of nowhere Keith Rotten nails him in the back of the head with a steel chair. Somekawa falls and Rotten begins pounding the chair into the knee of Toshiro. He then pulls Somekawa up and drags him to the stage at the top of the entrance ramp. It's obvious that Rotten is favoring his injured knee. Rotten takes Somekawa down with a suplex and a good deal of effort. He then pulls Somekawa up and tosses him off of the stage.
BS: Good lord! Keith Rotten just threw Somekawa a good 10 feet to the floor!
Rotten picks up the steel chair and throws it with all of his might onto the knee of Somekawa below before limping into the back.
GM: I guess Rotten was just returning the favor, huh?
BS: Yes, well...I suppose for once you're right. As I understand it, Commissioner Dupree has an announcement to make...
GM: What now?
BS: Well, um, I don't know. Let's go up to the ring and find out.
("Open Your Eyes" by the Guano Apes begins to play as EWI Commissioner, Chad Dupree, walks out from the back and heads to the ring. He climbs into the ring and is promptly handed the house mic.)
CD: I've got a little surprise cooked up for Marcus Gottfriend tonight. You see, I've got a contract locked up in my office backstage. That contract is one that I'm sure any number of you EWI faithful would love to sign, because the other name on that contract is none other than...Marcus Gottfried. You heard right. Mr. SSN himself is going to set foot in the ring tonight. But the question is...against who? You see, I haven't decided yet. There are several possible candidates but no one has sufficiently impressed me just yet, and that's why I'm out here. I'm going to go backstage now, and if you want a shot at Gottfried, come find me and we'll...talk.
("Open Your Eyes" starts up again and Dupree walks to the back with a slight smirk on his face.)
BS: What an announcement by the commissioner! Marcus Gottfriend will step into the ring tonight!
GM: But against who?!
BS: I guess we'll find out, but we know one man who's already on the hunt of Gottfriend and that's Ash!
(Ash is seen roaming the hallways once again. He walks into President Erik Zieba's temporary office.)
EZ: Hey, Ash. How are you?
A: I've been better, Erik. Listen, have you seen Gottfried anywhere around?
EZ: (smiling) Oh yeah, he's here.
A: I want his ass... (Ash slams a fist on Zieba's desk) TONIGHT!
EZ: Well, Chad has already booked Gottfried in a match tonight.
A: Against who?
EZ: It's an open challenge. You'll have to talk to him about it.
(Ash leaves Zieba's office in pursuit of Commissioner Dupree.)
As Irondell waits in the ring, the announcer gets on the microphone.
ANN: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that Ashley Riot is a no-show, therefore your winner by forfeit...GREG IRONDELL!
(Irondell snatches the microphone away from the announcer and looks out at the capacity crowd.)
Irondell: I know none of you know me around here YET!. But I think this little display should get some of your attention. I am not expecting to waltz into EWI and expect to be the World Champ right away. I will work my ASS off to claw my way to the top. I just hope the next guy actually bothers to show up. I see a lot of great competition around here, so I am letting everyone know that I will fight anyone, anywhere, anytime. So if you got the guts, just sign on the dotted line!!!!!!
(He throws down the mic and a mixed reaction from the crowd is heard and he walks to the back.)
BS: Well, that was...interesting.
GM: Enthralling. Where the hell is Riot anyway?
BS: Got me. I daresay he may never show his face after this. Hold on, I'm being told our cameras have caught up with Ash again, so let's take it backstage.
(Ash is seen walking through the hallway still in search of the Commish. He turns a corner and sees Dupree having a conversation with the Naughty Frog. Ash walks up and interrupts.)
A: Dupree! I need to have a word with you.
CD: Certainly, Ash. Excuse me, Jonathan.
(Ash and Dupree walk off together.)
GM: What's he want with Dupree?
BS: Your guess is as good as mine, Gary Mac.
(Scene cuts back to the parking lot again where another limo is arriving. The limo pulls in and stops and out steps Angelus. He's wearing an all black suit and his shades, followed by Jessica who's wearing tight black pants, a black turtleneck shirt, and her eyeglasses. They make their way towards the back and the camera follows.)
Jessica: I can't believe I lost my contacts!
Angelus: Don't worry about it.
Jessica: Easy for you to say! I just know Ruiner will have some remark about it!
Angelus: Don't worry about Ruiner. He just likes to kid around. Besides, who cares what they think. I think you look cute in your glasses.
Jessica: Really?
Angelus: Yeah. In my opinion you look much better.
Jessica: You're sweet.
(The two continue towards their locker room as an unknown man comes runing past. He accidentally bumps shoulders with Jessica almost knocking her down.)
Angelus: Hey!
(Angelus grabs the man by the shirt and pushes him against a wall and as he does the man scratches Angelus on the arm with a small claw ring. Angelus let's go of the man and grabs his arm as the man escapes.)
Angelus: That asshole!
Jessica: Calm down.(Angelus looks at his arm as they continue to their locker room. They both enter. Ruiner's sitting on a couch with Alucard and Kelly. Irvine's just wandering around the room.)
Ruiner: Took you guys long enough.
Angelus: We had a small problem. Nothing important.
Ruiner: Well, that geek with the camera is waiting for you Jessica.
(Jessica turns to the camera)
Jessica: Okay geek.
(Everyone in the room snickers)
Jessica: I was talking about you Ruiner.
(Everyone but Ruiner laughs)
Ruiner: (with fake sadness) That...hurt...
(Everyone laughs a little more)
Jessica: (turning back towards the camera) Well, as everyone knows, my boys, Angelus and Ruiner are the two hardest working people in the EWI. They will do anything in matches and stop at nothing to win. Anyway, I am directing this message to EZ. I want you to put Angelus and Ruiner in a match they deserve. They are currently number 3 on the EWI tag team rankings and I ask...nay, I demand that you put them in a match as high calibur as the match they had with The Dark Carnival at the Meltdown PPV. I leave it to your creative hands to decide who and how MA compete at Meltdown.
(Angelus pushes the cameraman out of the MA locker room and closes the door.)
(The Motor City Maniacs are talking in the back, when Micheal Gottfried makes his way over to them.)
Gottfried: Ripper, Max, I have a proposition that you two just can't refuse.
(Both Maniacs look at each other with questioned looks on their faces.)
Gottfried: If you two join up with the SSN, I will make you famous world wide.
(Max starts laughing and Gottfried gets a questionable look on his face.)
Mayhem: Listen,We're already reconized world wide. I'm sure that's why you're here, trying to get your greedy little paws on us.
Gottfried: I know. I can get you a shot at those Tag Team Titles. I know the EWI is overlooking you, I can promise you that if you join with us that you will have a Tag Team Title match at the PPV. We'll just have to tweak your image a little to fit with the network, but I'm sure you boys aren't worried about that.
(Both Max and Ripper smile at each other. Then Max turns to Micheal Gottfried and drapes his arm over his shoulder.)
Mayhem: Walk with us.
(The shot goes back to the announce table.)
BS: Whatever anxieties Kin Hiroshi harbored before this contest are apparently long forgotten. He looks as focused as we’ve seen him.
GM: Kin was never scared of Aho. That was all just psychology to throw Evan off his game.
BS: Good luck with that. The former Extreme World Champion is rarely off the mark in the ring and is always focused.
GM: Focused on Victoria McCave’s...
BS: Hey! Just give it a rest!
Aho and Hiroshi start things off with a knuckle lock. Aho powers Hiroshi down into a bridge for a moment, but Kin fights his way back up. Hiroshi uses a short kick to free one hand and ducks under Evan’s arm holding the knuckle lock into a hammerlock. Aho dives to the mat, spins and nips up to reverse the hold. Hiroshi is quick to handspring out as well and the two men are back to neutral. Evan grabs Kin’s free wrist and shoots his head under Hiroshi’s armpit. With an arch he sends Kin up and over with a suplex into a bridge.
BS: Evan still has the knuckle lock but he gets only a one count. Hiroshi shakes himself free and we’re back to square one.
Kin catches Aho in a side headlock. Aho backs into the ropes and sends Hiroshi to the other side. Evan drops to his stomach as Kin hops over and returns off the ropes.
BS: Aho takes Hiroshi down with a drop toehold. Evan rolls up Hiroshi’s back to a headlock, but Hiroshi backs out and catches Aho’s arm. Hiroshi now with a standing hammerlock. Aho reverses the hold. Kin laces an arm around Evan’s chin and propels himself behind Aho. Hiroshi with a bulldog!
GM: Kin goes for a cover…one…not even two.
Kin whips Evan hard into the turnbuckle. Aho hits back first and staggers back into Hiroshi. Kin hits Aho with a blistering knife-edge chop. Aho responds with a stiff shot of his own. Hiroshi staggers and Aho throws a second chop, but Kin catches his wrist and twists his arm into a standing wringer.
BS: Hiroshi with a short-arm clothesline, Aho ducks. Evan applies a rear waist lock and throws a German suplex; Hiroshi flips out to his feet! Kin with a rear waist lock, Aho swings an elbow but Hiroshi ducks and spins Aho into a front waist lock.
Kin attempts a Northern Lights suplex but Evan grapevines a leg and stops the throw. Aho underhooks one of Kin’s arms and throws a vicious modified snap suplex. Evan rolls the hold over and picks Kin up for another snap suplex without releasing the hold.
BS: Aho drags Kin up and lifts him high up for a vertical suplex, but he’s having trouble getting Hiroshi in the air…Kin kicks his feet and swings Aho into the mat with a brutal DDT! Both men are down!
Kin is the first to reach a vertical base. He pulls Evan the rest of the way up and blasts him with a stiff elbow to the side of the head. Aho is taken back a step. Hiroshi with a second elbow. Evan falls to a knee but manages to struggle back to his feet. Kin tries a roundhouse kick to the ribs. Aho absorbs the blow and catches Kin’s foot. With a quick tug he cinches in the leg and throws Kin across the ring with a capture suplex.
BS: Outstanding move by Evan Aho! For once it seemed HE was playing possum.
GM: Evan goes for a cover…one…two…nearly three! Hiroshi got the shoulder up!
BS: Evan lifts Kin to his feet and applies a full nelson. Aho with a dragon suplex into a bridge…one…two…NO! Kin barely escapes!
Unblinking, Aho scrapes Kin off the mat and sends him to the ropes. Kin rebounds and Aho attempts a modified Liger bomb, but Hiroshi nails him with a dropkick on the way. Aho is stunned for a moment but still manages to reach his feet before Kin. Aho scoops up Hiroshi for a body slam, but Kin slips over his back. Hiroshi gets a rear waist lock and plows Aho into the canvas with a backdrop driver.
BS: That’s the same move we’ve seen Aho use frequently! Kin’s got him pinned…one…two…so close! Evan managed to roll out of the bridge but he’s holding the back of his head.
GM: Now there’s ring psychology for you. Use the guy’s own move on him.
Aho is barely moving and Hiroshi is gasping for breath. Kin punishes Aho with a stiff kick to the head then plants him with a textbook piledriver. Kin goes for a cover.
BS: One…two…another near-fall! I think you’ll have to kill one of these guys to finish the match.
GM: I don’t think we could be so blessed.
BS: Hiroshi picks Evan up yet again and hits a fire thunder driver! Now he’s latching on a Dragon Sleeper! They’re in the middle of the ring, this could be it!
Hiroshi brings the hold to a standing position so he can lean back on it more. Aho is reaching for ropes but is nowhere near the side of the ring. Hiroshi wrenches back on the hold and Aho seems to be fading. Evan hooks Kin’s head and spins his body to reverse the hold completely then he drives Hiroshi to the mat with a diving inverted DDT.
GM: Aw crap.
BS: That’s the “Agony”! Aho somehow found the strength to use the hold against Kin! Evan hooks the leg and goes for the cover…one…two…NO! Kin escaped defeat by the slimmest of margins there and Aho looks shocked!
Evan stares at the ref wide-eyed but picks Kin up regardless. Aho sets up a Northern Lights suplex. Kin fires a knee into the stomach of Aho and counters with a powerbomb.
BS: That should be it! Hiroshi hangs on and rolls through for a bridge.
Aho bridges up on his own lifting Kin with him. Evan locks both of Kin’s arms and rolls the hold into a possible backslide. But he can’t pull Kin over.
GM: Hiroshi with a knee to the back of Aho. Kin drops his head and…look at this! He’s lifting Aho up with his arms locked…Dagger Driver! Evan is not moving.
BS: Aho got dropped right on his head! Hiroshi collapses onto Evan for the cover…one…two…three! It’s over! Kin Hiroshi has defeated Evan Aho!
("Open Your Eyes" by the Guano Apes cues up and Commissioner Dupree walks out and looks at Gottfried. He then asks for a mic.)
CD: And now, the moment of truth, huh Marcus? Who will your opponent be? Well, it's pretty well known that you've got plenty of enemies here in the EWI, that's for sure. So, you can imagine how hard it was for me to choose an opponent. However, when I went looking, I didn't find you an opponent.
(Gottfried eyes Dupree suspiciously.)
CD: Your opponent...found me. So, without further adeu, I present your opponent for the night... Ash!
(Gottfried looks terrified in the ring as "Stupify" by Disturbed cues up over the arena speakers. Ash walks out onto the entrance ramp with a cigar in his mouth. He grins and looks as Gottfried.)
A: Surprised to see me, Marcus? You shouldn't be. Surely you didn't think that I'd let you get away with what you did to me, did you? Oh and in case you forgot...
(Ash motions to the Extreme Screen where footage of Heatwave in Bozemon is being shown. The footage shows the Ash vs. Cole Steele match in which Marcus Gottfried had a slew of police officers raid the ring and arrest Ash.)
A: What the hell were you thinking anyway? What did you think would be accomplished by throwing me in jail? Assault? That's a joke, Gottfried. A f***ing joke. So, I punched you, got thrown in jail. Big deal. I've been there many times before, Marcus. And I'm gonna tell you right now: It was worth it. It was worth it because now you'll think twice before trying to tell ME or any other EWI employee what to do. You can push around your SSN robots all you want, but don't even think of messin' with the Extreme boys, do you understand? And this time, Marc... This time, you won't be able to charge me with anything. 'Coz right now, I'm gonna kick your ass... legally.
("Take a Look Around" by Limp Bizkit cues up and President Zieba enters the scene.)
EZ: Well, well, what have we here? Ash, a couple of weeks ago you mentioned defending your title on all EWI programming, right?
(Ash nods.)
EZ: And yet you didn't defend it last week at Shockwave did you? Why not?
A: Simple. Because Shockwave is SSN's flagshow. I'm going to defend this title at all EWI programming, not SSN.
EZ: Ah, I see, well, would you have any problem defending it here tonight? I mean, this IS Heatwave.
A: (grins) Hell no. Not a problem at all.
EZ: Good then, it's set. Gottfried, you sir, have a shot at the EWI TV Title.
(Gottfried gets a suspicious grin upon his face.)
EZ: Oh, I know what you're thinking. You plan on your SSN buddies to come out here and help you out, aren't you? Well, think again. After what you did to MY EMPLOYEE, Ash, I think that the only suitable match here would be... a Jailhouse Match!
(Gottfried's smile is replaced with a horrified look.)
EZ: You never know what's going to happen in the EWI, so we've always got a cage handy. This is a cage match, but there is NO ESCAPING the cage! You can only win by pin, submission or...if your opponent simply can not go on. The last one is what I'm hoping for. Oh, and Ash...
(Ash looks at Zieba.)
EZ: If Gottfried loses this match, I'll let you choose anyone on the roster who's not already scheduled for a match to defend that TV Title against. Anybody.
(Ash smiles at the news.)
EZ: Oh and one last thing, Gottfried... just remember, they don't call him the Personification of Extreme for nothing.
("Take a Look Around" cues up again and Zieba and Dupree make their ways backstage. Ash walks towards the ring while the cage begins to lower. Gottfried tries to escape through the audience, but Ash catches him and throws him into the ring steps. Ash then rolls him into the ring and follows just as the cage is lowered all the way. The bell rings, starting the match.)
As Gottfried cowers in the corner, Ash looks over at the SSN representative with a sinister gleam in his eyes. The bell sounds and Ash rushes into the corner and pounds away on Gottfried. A cross-corner whip sends Gottfriend crashing into the turnbuckles and he then drops to the mat in a daze. Ash covers, but when the referee's count reaches two, he pulls Gottfriend up off the mat.
BS: Ash could have pinned Gottfried right there, but he didn't want to!
GM: This is a travesty!
Ash slides out of the ring and looks under the ring for some weapons. He pulls out a chair, an aluminum trash can, and several cookie shots. He throws all of this into the ring. One of the cookie sheets lands near Gottfried and he picks it up as he gets to his feet. He brandishes the weapon as Ash climbs back into the ring. Ash smiles and drops the chair he's holding and turns his back to Gottfried. Gottfried runs over and bashes the cookie sheet into Ash's back. Ash turns around and gives a sinister smile that causes the crowd to pop huge. Ash snatches the cookie sheet from Gottfried and brings it crashing down over his head, almost bending the cookie sheet in two.
BS: Oh my God! Marcus Gottfried just got a big helping of pain from Ash! And he's wearing the crimson mask now!
GM: Somebody stop the match! I'm beggin' ya!
Ash pulls up the nearly-unconscious Gottfried and signals for the Burning Sensation. He executes the move and drives him down onto the steel chair. The referee counts: one...two...three.
("Take a Look Around" by Limp Bizkit cues up and President Zieba walks out with mic in hand. He looks towards Ash, who is still in the ring area and begins speaking.)
EZ: Well Ash never let it be said that I'm not a man of my word. Gottfried did not win this little fiasco so YOU, my friend, have the privledge of choosing your opponent for the Pay Per View. Who is the lucky winner?
(Ash looks at Zieba and receives a mic from a ring attendent.)
A: My opponent, Mr President, is going to be none other than the man who I first defeated to win this title. The man who has only lost cleanly TWICE in at least a year and one of those times was to yours truly. He repeatedly said that he was off off his game during that match, but personally, I think that's bulls***. He's repeatedly said that if we ever met in the ring again that he'd obliterate me. Well, I say that when we step into the ring again that I'll gladly hand him his own ass! The man I speak of, Mr. President, is YOUR former champion, EVAN AHO!
(The crowd roars in approval.)
EZ: Ash. . . You've got it!
BS: Whoa! Ash will defend his title against Evan Aho at Meltdown! What an announcement!
GM: Heh. Aho continues to tumble down the food chain around here. Ash will destroy him.
BS: Well I don't know about all that, but we'll certainly see a great match at Meltdown. Up next, we've a match for the World Tag Team titles as Tribal Instinct challenge champions Simply Stunning.
GM: I'm going out on a limb and predicting that tonight is the night that somehow Tribal Instinct will use their SSN influence to throw a monkey wrench into the plans of Simply Stunning.
BS: How so?
GM: The SSN have been playing dirty, and that's gonna continue here tonight.
BS: Well...you have a point. Let's go to the ring for that match now.
Brandon Williams starts off the match with Micheal Hardy and Brandon Williams with a thumb to the eyes and Micheal Hardy is stunned. Brandon Williams applies a side headlock and then runs and hits a bulldog. Brandon Williams lays the boots to Micheal Hardy and then locks in a reverse chin lock. Simon Wilcox tries to enter the ring, but the ref stops him. Trypp Williams enters the ring and kicks Micheal Hardy square in the face. Brandon stands up and slaps his hands together and leaves the ring, as Trypp Williams wedges his knee in the middle of Micheal Hardy's back and pulls back on his arms. The ref turns around and asks Brandon if he tagged, Brandon shakes his head yes. The ref asks Micheal Hardy if he want's the quit and Micheal screams out no.
BS: Tribal Instinct with a impressive array of holds here.
GM: They're a good team, with a great knowledge for holds. It's just too bad they work for SSN.
Trypp Williams releases the hold and tries to apply a side headlock, but Micheal Hardy slides out and applies a hammerlock. Micheal Hardy sends Trypp Williams to his corner, shoulder first. Micheal Hardy tags in Simon Wilcox who assends the top rope and comes off with a double axe handle to the shoulder. Simon Wilcox with a arm wringer and then a hip toss into a arm bar. Trypp Williams yelps in pain but refuses to quit.
BS: Simply Stunning showing that they too can wrestle.
Trypp Williams puts a foot on the bottom rope and Simon Wilcox has to release the hold. Trypp Williams gets up quickly but is met with a drop kick to the face, sending him to the mat. Simon Wilcox shoots off the far ropes and goes for a splash,but Trypp gets his knees up. Simon clutches his stomach as Trypp Williams grabs a leg and drops an elbow on the knee. Trypp Williams pulls Simon Wilcox to his corner. Trypp tags in Brandon Williams, who comes leaping over the top rope and drives a knee into Wilcox's knee. Brandon Williams pulls Simon Wilcox up and shoots him into the far ropes, back drop, no Brandon Williams ducked to soon and Simon Wilcox hits A DDT.
BS: Both men are laying on the ground. Listen to the crowd as they cheer for Simply Stunning.
GM: Come on Tribe...Come on Tribe.
BS: Where are your loyalties?!
GM: To the almighty dollar.
Simon stirs and starts crawling to his corner, Trypp Williams comes flying across the ring and hits Micheal Hardy with a forearm that sends Micheal Hardy off the apron. As the ref is telling Trypp to get out, Brandon Williams pulls a powder out of his trunks and throws it in Simon Wilcox's eyes. Simon Wilcox staggers around the ring and Brandon hits a samoan drop. Suddenly the crowd gets to their feet as Ripper Robertson and Max Mayhem come to ringside. They're standing in the aisle way and are staring at the action in the ring. Micheal Hardy sees them and starts yelling at them. He walks over and pushes Max Mayhem. Ripper holds Max back and Trypp Williams blind sides Micheal Hardy.
BS: What's going on?
GM: Looks like the Maniacs have made the right choice.
Brandon Williams has a arm bar applied on Simon Wilcox in the middle of the ring. Trypp Williams pats Ripper Robertson on the shoulder and then lays the boots Micheal Hardy on the floor. Trypp leaves Micheal Hardy on the floor as he heads back to his corner. Brandon Williams pulls Simon Wilcox to his feet and tags in Trypp Williams. Trypp Williams comes in and applies a sleeper hold, but Simon Wilcox grabs Trypp's head and drops down. Both men are in pain. Simon Wilcox crawls to his corner, but Micheal Hardy has just started to stir on the concrete. Simon shakes off the cob webs and heads back to Trypp Williams. Simon pulls up Trypp, but Trypp surprises him with a inside cradle. One...Two...Three.
BS: We have new tag team champions.
GM: I told you..You owe me twenty bucks.
BS: I do not.
GM: Welcher.
(Ripper Robertson and Max Mayhem grab the tag team titles and slide in under the bottom rope.)
BS: I can't believe that The Maniacs have joined SSN!
GM: They're smart. They know that Gottfried can bring them fame.
(Ripper Robertson and Max Mayhem look at each other and then level the Tribal Instinct with the title belts. Both men are laying in the ring and Ripper gets on the microphone.)
Robertson: Hey, Gottfried, The answer's no. We're just to F***in Extreme for SSN.
GM: That's going to cost the Motor City Maniacs!
BS: They're staying true to themselves. Something others in the SSN haven't done. Fans, before we get to our main event of the evening, I understand that we're going backstage with the challenger and his manager.
(The scene changes to show the backstage area where 187 is walking on his way to the big match. Saul comes out of no where and stops 187. He pulls 187 down to his level and whispers something in his ear. 187 looks up in disgust and shock.)
187: You want me to do WHAT?!
(Saul simply nods and 187 goes into a frenzy, knocking equipment and even a snack cart all over the place before finally calming down. He then looks at Saul calmly but it is apparant that he is still rather peeved.)
187: Okay, I'll take one for the team this time. But I'm still gonna f*** Hellfighter up.
(With that thought, 187 smashes his fist through the plaster of the wall and walks on towards his match. Saul looks through the dust left from the plaster at 187 walking on to face Hellfighter. He turns away with a grin on his face. Cut back to the announcer's booth.)
BS: Well, I'm not sure what that was all about. It seems like Saul just told 187 to deliberately lose!
GM: No no. He said he'd take one for the team. He meant that he'll take a shower. I mean, have you been around this guy? His pals have gotta be exstatic knowing that that stench is going to finally go away!
BS: Gary...
GM: Yes?
BS: (sigh) Nevermind. Remember everyone that if Hellfighter gets through this match with the title then he'll be the special referee in the Gottfried vs. Zieba match at the Pay Per View.
GM: But remember that those guys can choose someone to take their places. I'm sure that Zieba will punk out and get someone else to do his dirty work. But as for Hellfighter being the ref... well, I just don't see that happening. In fact, I'm willing to put a nice wager on it.
BS: Oh yeah?
GM: Yep. Allow me to introduce myself... to Mr. Abe Lincoln.
BS: (laughs) You're on, GaryMac.
BS: Folks, both men are now in the ring and it's high time to get this shindig underway.
GM: Shindig?
At the split second that the bell rings, 187 charges after Hellfighter and takes him down with a earth shattering clothesline, knocking the big man head over heels. However, Hellfighter quickly recovers and is ready when 187 attempts a second clothesline. Hellfighter ducks the second attempt and comes back with a clotheline of his own. 187 gets up and is met with a boot to the face from Hellfighter. Hellfighter whips 187 into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a tornado DDT. Hellfighter stomps on 187 once for good measure before pulling him up. Hellfighter begins laying fists into the sternum of 187 and eventually works him into the corner. Hellfighter whips 187 towards the opposite corner but 187 reverses the move and sends Hellfighter slamming into the corner. 187 follows it up with a huge splash. Hellfighter stumbles out of the corner and 187 catches him with a nice looking belly to belly suplex. 187 with the cover. He gets a two count for his effort.
GM: See? Now, if he was deliberately losing, why would he have made the pin?
BS: To make is seem more realistic?
GM: No! He, uh-- Shut up Bret!
187 pulls Hellfighter up and sends him into the ropes. He then lays Hellfighter out with a rydeen bomb. Hellfighter slams into the mat with a loud thud. 187 pulls the champion up and immediately takes him back down with a snap suplex. 187 begins to ruthlessly stomp on the fallen Hellfighter. 187 pulls Hellfighter up but Hellfighter begins hitting him with right hands and whips him into the ropes. Hellfighter catches 187 with a kick to the guy followed by a jacknife powerbomb.
BS: Hellfighter covers! One! Two! And 187 kicks out.
Hellfighter pulls 187 up and locks him into position for a German suplex. Hellfighter executes a series of 4 consecutive German suplexes on his large opponent. Hellfighter then picks 187 up and takes him right back down with a DVD. Hellfighter ascends the top turnbuckle.
BS: This man is probably the only man of his size that would even THINK of going on top of the turnbuckle. What's he gonna do? Oh! Frogsplash from the big man!
GM: Man, that had to hurt! There's no way that 187 is kicking out of that one!
BS: Let's see! Hellfighter covers and... lets 187 up after one?
GM: Um...
Hellfighter sends 187 to the mat with a northern lights suplex and immediately pulls him up. Hellfighter whips him into the ropes and catches him with a quick snap suplex. 187 finds his way to his knees and is met with a boot to the face from the champion. Hellfighter pulls 187 up and sends him into the ropes and attempts a clothesline, but 187 ducks it and bounces off of the rope catching Hellfighter by the throat. From the look on Hellfighter's face it's clear that 187 surprised him.
BS: Chokeslam by 187! 187 goes up top!
GM: Oh man, he's trying to 'pull a Hellfighter' up there. Don't do it!
187 flies off the top rope and lands squarely on Hellfighter's neck with a guillotine leg drop.
BS: MY GOD! 187 Covers! One! Two! Thre--- NO!!! Geezus, how did 187 kick out of that?!
A look of shock comes over 187 face as he looks at Hellfighter. 187 grabs Hellfighter by the tights and picks him up into a gorilla press slam and tosses Hellfighter out of the ring. 187 follows him and picks him up again and drops him stomach-first into the guardrail. He then grabs Hellfighter by the hair and slams him into the corner of the announce table. Hellfighter slides to the concrete and when his face turns to the camera, a small trickle of blood can be seen escaping his forehead. 187 smiles at the sight of the blood and grabs a metal chair. The referee tries to stop 187 but nearly gets hit himself.
BS: 187's going to get himself disqualified if he's not careful.
187 relunctantly puts the chair down and grabs Hellfighter. He pulls Hellfighter up and piledrives him straight into the metal chair that he weilded earlier. 187 picks up a limp Hellfighter and rolls him into the ring.
BS: Hellfighter looks like he's out cold. We may have a new champion on our hands tonight.
187 stomps on Hellfighter a couple of times then whips him into the corner. 187 follows with a running kick to the gut to Hellfighter. He then nails another. And another. He goes for another but out of nowhere Hellfighter spears 187 to the mat!
BS: What the hell!?
GM: Man, I was sure that we had killed Hellfighter out there.
Both men are down. They both slowly rise to their feet and begins trading sluggish punches. It's easy to see that both men are worn down. 187 gains the advantage and whips Hellfighter into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline but Hellfighter ducks it and comes off the opposing ropes with a "Nelson Sprawl Drop" (flying pedigree), sending 187 head crashing down between the canvas and three hundred pounds of champion. Hellfighter uses all of his strength to pull 187 up and executes a picture perfect T Bar Drop. Hellfighter colapses on 187 and the ref counts. One, two three.
Winner: Hellfighter (pin)
BS: Hellfighter has done it! He's beaten 187! You know what this means, Gary!
GM: Yeah, I owe you five bucks. Dammit.
BS: No, it means that Hellfighter will be the special referee for the Gottfried vs. Zieba match!
GM: We've got company.
(The camera pans to the stage at the top of the entrance ramp where none other than Marcus Gottfried is standing, microphone in hand. He looks around, waiting for the jeers of the crowd to subside before he begins speaking.)
MG: (looking at the ring) Well, Hellfighter, looks like you've made it this far. So, I guess this means that you're on for the Pay Per View, am I right? Well, I'm no wrestler. I'm a businessman. So, wrestling for me, in my corner against Erik Zieba is... "The Hurricane" Eddy Love!
The crowd begins to boo and Eddy Love along with Saul walk out with Zieba and the trio begins walking towards the ring as Hellfighter looks on. Gottfried starts talking as he makes his way to the ring.
MG: So, Zieba, your chances aren't looking so great anymore are they? At the PPV, Zieba, SSN is taking over the EWI! We're going to--
"Take a Look Around" by Limp Bizkit cues up over the arena sound system and the crowd jumps to its feet as Erik Zieba walks out onto the entrance ramp. Smiling, he looks around at the cheering crowd. He then looks at Marcus Gottfried and the smile immediately leaves his face.
EZ: So you wanna play games with me, Gottfried? You're not in this for the people. You're in this for yourself! You're nothing more than a low life piece of s*** that isn't even worthy of being on the bottom of the shoe of the EWI's janitor!
(The crowd goes nuts and Gottfried has a seriously peeved look upon his face.)
EZ: So you bring in Eddy Love? BIG DEAL! We've already proven that we can beat him. Just ask Rob Sampson! So, you wanna know how we're gonna beat him this time? Well, we've got ourselves a secret weapon. And that weapon's name is... TABU!!!
(The crowd goes absolutely bonkers as Tabu walks out onto the stage.)
EZ: Oh wait, there's more! Accompanying Tabu to the ring will be his NEW manager, Sweet Melissa!
(The crowd is exstatic over this news, as well they should be. The look on Gottfried's face is classic. Eddy Love looks worried, which is understandable and he looks at Gottfried with shock on his face.)
EZ: You wanted to play games, Gottfried, then you shoulda stayed in your office at SSN and LEFT ME ALONE! You wanna tread on MY territory? I don't think so!
(With that, Zieba motions to send Tabu towards the ring where Gottfried and Love are standing. Gottfried runs away but Hellfighter catches him by the collar and lifts him into the ring where he lays him out with his finisher, The T-Bar Drop. On the outside, Tabu slams Love into the steel steps and then lifts him on top of his shoulders as Hellfighter leaps off the top rope with a huge clothesline, sending Love into the crowd. Love comes back to ringside and pulls Gottfried out of the ring and drags him up the entrance ramp, yelling towards the ring the whole way.)
BS: What an announcement! Sweet Melissa and Tabu! Tabu vs. Love at the PPV! This is crazy! Folks we're out of time! For Garrett MacFarland and Victoria McCave, I'm Bret Sanders. We'll see you at Meltdown! So long folks!
GM: Two words, Bret. De. Caf.
(Fade to copywrite information and then to black.)