Scene opens in a large office hallway, outside a door labeled 'Kathryn’. ExE and another man are standing outside the door talking. ExE is nodding his head as the other man talks until a rather shapely blonde walks by wearing a skirt. The man stops talking and pushes ExE out of her way then bends down to grab a peek as she walks by. He widens his eyes then smiles then proceeds talking.

Man: But honestly, a manager? Seems too commercial. I mean what can she even do for you that you can't do yourself?

ExE: Well, basically everything I need her to. She can takecare of all my matches and make sure I'm not getting screwed.

Man: Everything? I see what you’re saying now

The man grins

ExE: You know what I mean, damn you need to get out of the gutter.

Man: Gutter? Since when is the gutter having sex with a slew of woman and falling ass backwards in to the money the gutter?

ExE: Good point, but get back to the point at hand. This chick can really help me out, at least I'll have plenty of notice for my matches.

Man: Plenty of notice? What the hell are you talking about? they send you mail every week telling you what your matches are where and when they are.

ExE: Couple months ago, I'm sitting down to a nice bowl of cheerios....

Man: Wait, honey nut or regular.

ExE is obviously bewildered by the question

ExE: Honey nut or regular? Where do you get this shit? Honey nut of course. You think I eat that plain crap? I own a multi-million dollar company and you think I'd eat plain cheerios? What are you stupid?

Man: I don't know some people like plain cheerios.

ExE: Yeah the poor bastards can't afford honey nut so they choke down that plain crap and pretend it tastes good.

Man: Well, what if they don't eat it? General Mills might go out of business and no honey nut or plain cheerios.

ExE: I know, god bless those poor bastards, keep choking them down, I salute you.

Man: Anyway, we've established the type of cheerios now continue.

ExE: So like I said, I'm sitting down to a nice bowl of cheerios and all of a sudden I get a knock on the door. Some ten year old kid had some package in his hands. Kid says to me 'Dis package has been sittin here all week. Get yor lazy ass up and get outside.’

Man: Little prick, want me to go get him?

ExE: Dude, I said he was ten years old.

Man: I said little prick....

ExE: What the Hell is the matter with you anyway? Jesus. Anyway, It's about 3 in the afternoon, and so sew me I hadn't left the place all week, but then neither did Sarah....

Man: Did ya you know wink wink . You know take her for a spin, you know what I'm saying.

ExE delivers a swift punch to the man's nose

ExE: That's my girlfriend, don't disrespect her.

Man: God damn, you broke my nose.

ExE: I warned you.

Man: No you didn't.

ExE: Ok I meant to. Anyway it's 3 in the afternoon, package says I have to be at the arena by 5. Never the less the maid was cleaning cheerios, excuse me, honey nut cheerios out of the carpet. I got to the arena ten minutes before my match started.

Man: So she'll keep you informed, big deal, any Joe schmuck can do that. What else can she do?

ExE: Well, I'm told it projects a good image. She can takecare of my finances, tell me when I'm being an ass, not just laugh at me. Most of all she can help me climb the ladder.

Man: Well dude, I don't know about you but I think it's a bad idea. But what the Hell do I know, I'm the guy who showed up for work and started beating on my tag team partner.

ExE: Ok, well come in for a minute.

They both enter the door to the fair sized office. A woman, presumably Ms. Kathryn is sitting one leg over the other in her chair. She is wearing a nice attractive ensemble and has a pair of sun glasses dangling from her mouth.

ExE: Ok, I'm in.

KATE: Well then, you can call me Kate.

Man: Hi Kate, I'm...

KATE: You can call my Ms. Kathryn

Man: Ok then Ms. Kathryn

ExE: Maybe you better wait outside.

Man: Sounds good, maybe I can pick me up one of those hot blondes.

ExE: You do that.

The man leaves the room and after Kate motions, ExE takes a seat in front of her desk.

ExE: So, what is this office building. I mean they obviously don't have a huge building like this set for managers.

Kate: Actually, I'm a lawyer.

ExE: Oh really..

Kate: Yes, but don't worry, as long as you keep me paid, I'll make sure you get what you deserve.

ExE: Fair enough. Besides the obvious persuasion and nasty traits that come with the lawyer profession, what else can you offer me?

Kate: Well ExE, I'm basically going to make sure things go your way. You do the wrestling, and I'll do everything else.

ExE: So I assume you have, shall we say, contacts?

Kate: I've got a few people that can help us out in a jam.

ExE: Good, I can probably get some people together if I need them as well.

Kate: Ok well I've already been over basically every match you've ever been in, seen almost all your promos and even spoke with a few of your opponents, and I think I have some tips that might help you out.

ExE: Fire away.

Kate: Well, let’s start with your interviews. I’ve noticed your interviews rarely have other people in them and are almost always focused around you and the reasons you are going to win the match.

ExE: And?

Kate: Well, if you look at some of the top people in the companies interviews, they almost always have multiple people in their interviews and giving reasons why they will win is usually only part of it. See while you just sit down in front of a camera man and speak your mind, some of these people have the cameraman just following them around shooting things they do during the day then splicing some footage of them talking about the match in afterwards.

ExE: Well my problem is, I usually get some inspiration, butby the time I have people show up, the idea is gone and the whole interview is ruined.

Kate: Well, I’ll hire a personal cameraman for you. That way you can just say whatever whenever and he’ll get it on tape.

ExE: Sounds good. Any other pointers?

Kate: Well, let’s move on to your technique in the ring. I’ve noticed that you prefer the hard hitting power moves, and try to use strengt has your main component. I’d advise you to start using your speed as well. Let’s face it, you aren’t the biggest guy out there, but with speed and strength combined, you’ll get a much greater effect in the ring.

ExE: Ok, well call my trainer and let him know of our plan to start incorporating speed in to my technique.

Kate: Will do. Another thing I’ve noticed is you value your opponent’s opinion too much. You spend half your time trying to convince him why your better, when you knowing you are is all that matters. When your opponent tells you he is better, pay no attention to the facts, simply look for a loop hole in what he says. Use his words against him, and often they don’t have a very good response.

ExE: Ok, I think that should be enough to chew on for now.What’s next?

Kate: Well, your attire is one thing. Personally, I like the look you first debuted with, all black. The look is simple yet makes astatement of neutrality. Black reflects a solid, muscular, rugged, yet skilled individual, a look you would look good with.

ExE: Make the necessary arrangements, but I have something coming up that might put a kink the attire.

Kate: Which is?

ExE: Camera Off.

The screengoes blank for a few moments then comes back on

Kate: That wont be a problem, it will fit right in with the black.

ExE: Good.

Kate: So then looking at your record, you have only two losses. That King of the Cage Tourney disaster match, and a well fought match against Aho. It’s pretty good considering, but I wouldn’t mind tacking a title on for leverage.

ExE: My thoughts exactly.

Kate: Well, I’ll be in touch with Gottfried, see what’s up.

ExE: Sounds good. Now then, let's move on to angles and upcoming matches.

Kate: Right. The first issue would be this thing with EvanAho.

ExE: One way or another this will be finished at Heatwave.

Kate: No, I’m afraid it won’t be. See that’s the problem with wrestling companies. Once you and Evan finish this go around, they are going to throw you two together again in a few weeks or months and the stakes will keep getting higher. A feud in a wrestling company can be ended only three ways. Retirement, injury, or a common enemy.

ExE: Right, but this is just basically a best of three series, not really a feud.

Kate: When it became personal, the second fight, then it became a feud.

ExE: So, what do we do.

Kate: Nothing, for now. You fight him at Heatwave, and you win.

ExE: And if I lose?

Kate: I have a feeling you won't, but should that happen, no worries. Evan is labeled as one of the best in the company, a loss to him almost helps you. Any Joe Blow can lose, but if Joe can get a match with a good wrestler, put up a good fight, and lose, then he gets recognized for simply fighting the good wrestler and not taking a complete whooping.

ExE: Still, I’d rather prefer to get the win.

Kate: As would I. I’m going to fax your trainer a few methods I’ve learned which may help you improve both your strength and speed.

ExE: First day and already I’m leaning towards giving you a raise.

Kate: Don’t thank me yet, believe you me, your going to go through hell with me managing you. I’m going to always be striving for the more dangerous, more rewarding matches for you. I’ll always be scouting out opportunities for title shots and fights against big names. In fact, I’ve already decided to hire a personal MD for your injuries.

ExE: If you can get me the match, I’ll fight in it.

Kate: Good.

ExE: There are some key players you may want to meet, some of my friends.

Kate: Such as?

ExE: Angelus, Ruiner, Hellspawn, and Ripper.

Kate: Ahh, that brings me to another point. Hellspawn, he’s dead weight. Sure in the GEWF he may be good, but the EWI he is so far out of his league he can’t even see it anymore. I know he is in on this whole idea, but I’d drop him asap. He will drag you all down, and ruin you all.

ExE: So lose him?

Kate: I was thinking you should send him a little going away present, just to show him whose boss.

ExE: I’ll get right on it.

Kate: Before you do that, I have a list of other key players I’d like you to send messages to.

Kate hands ExE a small piece of paper with some names scribbled on it. ExE looks over the names then chuckles a little

ExE: We’re on the same page.

Kate: Good, let’s keep it that way.

ExE: Works for me.

Kate: Ok, well I’ll start making all the necessary arrangements. Meanwhile, grab one of those company cameramen and head on over to your office, I’ll have Hellspawn meet you there.

ExE nods his head and leaves the room.


[A long white limousine pulls into the parking area of the arena in Minneapolis, Minnesota. A nearby ring technician is on his break after a long day of setting up the wrestling ring and the area surrounding it for tonight's Heatwave TV taping for the EWI. He stares at the limo -- one of the nicest, longest stretch limos that he'd ever seen -- and wonders aloud who could be in it. With a mouthful of bolonga and banana and mayonnaise sandwich in his mouth, he asks a security guard who is also on break who could be in the limo. The security guard, a balding, white headed, overweight man, curls his nose at the odor eminating from the ring technician's mouth.]

SG: Jesus, son! You letting Gemini pack your lunches again?

RT: No... I...

[He swallows and takes a sip of beer from his half-empty can of MGD. He gulps and continues talking.]

RT: Sorry. I was just--

SG: Son, you know you're not supposed to be drinking on the job.

RT: Well, technically, I'm on break. Besides, Zieba used to do it all the time.

SG: You'd best watch your mouth son. He's gonna be runnin' this place again some day.

RT: Heh. Yeah, whatever dude. So anyways, what I was saying... Who's badass limo is that?

[The security guard looks at the limo and shrugs.]

SG: Not sure, but from the looks of it, it's probably SSN property.

[Just then the door to the limousine opens and Brandon Williams of FORMER Tag Team Champs, Tribal Instinct steps out of the car in a beautiful Italian suit and a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses over his eyes. Following him is his older brother, Trypp, his dreadlocks pulled back into a neat ponytail. Other than that, he and his brother are dressed identical. Trypp closes the car door and looks around at the interior of the arena's behind-the-scenes area. Neither Williams brother looks too happy, following their loss at Genesis II. Brandon begins walking towards the arena entrance, followed by his brother, and passes the security guard and the ring technician. Brandon lowers the sunglasses on his nose and leans in towards the ring technician.]

BW: Say kid... have you seen Marcus Gottfried by any chance?

RT: No, I just went on break--

BW: What about Vice President McCarver?

RT: Who?

[Brandon laughs and looks up at the aging securty guard.]

BW: Exactly. And what about you, pops?

SG: I haven't seen any one. Why don't you take your sell-out asses back where you came from and stop causing trouble?

[Brandon, unanswering, pushes his sunglasses back up over his eyes and grins.]

BW: You'd best watch your mouth, old-timer.

[Brandon walks into the building to continue his search. Trypp follows, but stops in front of the two men who are on break. Suddenly...]

TW: Boo!

[The security guard and ring technician jump backwards, nearly falling in the process as Trypp continues into the building, laughing all the way. The Tribe is on the hunt for someone. And whoever that someone is, had better be scared.]


Camera cuts to ExE standing in front of his office door. He contemplates his decision then opens the door

Hellspawn: So what’s this all about ExE? It’s getting late.

ExE: Well Hellspawn, it’s simple really. You know that wholething we had in the EWI, it’s over. You’re out.

Hellspawn: What do you mean, I’m out?

ExE: I thought the message was quite clear, maybe I should send you another?

ExE grabs a coffee mug off his desk and smashes Hellspawn across the head. Hellspawn falls down to the ground holding his head, bleeding all over the place. ExE kicks Hellspawn then picks him up. ExE lifts Hellspawn over his head in a guerilla press then delivers the message. (Guerilla Press into Emerald Fusion). ExE spits on Hellspawn then proceeds to the door. He opens the door and yells for a cleaning crew. Kicking Hellspawn once more on the way by, he picks up the phone.

ExE: It’s done.

Kate: Good. Now go home and rest up. Your new personal staff will be there at noon to go over their jobs. Your trainer will be by at one,and finally I’ve set up a surprise dinner for you and Sarah at around nine.

ExE: Your doing great. Oh, and while your at the office, make a memo to double your pay.

ExE hangs up the phone as the scene fades out



[The camera cuts to The Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota. As the camera pans around it picks up tens of thousands of screaming EWI fans waiving their signs and sounding off with several chants for their favorite stars. The camera then cuts to Brett Sanders and Garrett MacFarland who are in the announcer's booth getting ready for tonight's action.]

BS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Coming off what has to be the most memorable Genesis to date ...

GM: There has only been two so go figure.

BS: WELCOME TO HEATWAVE IN MINNEAPOLIS! I'm Brett Sanders and the EWI hater alongside for the ride is none other than Garrett McFarland. What up Gary Mac!

GM: Damn what have I told you about that? You can call me a hater all you want, but as you drink your haterade you better realize that the Super Sports Network is and always be in total control! Granted the Tag Team, Cruiserweight, and Television title have been lost, but we still have the Intercontinental and Extreme World titles ... to INCLUDE a certain Federation title now held by Eddy Love? Remember him? He's your Extreme World champion as well.

[Crazy Town's "Darkside" blares throughout the arena as the SSN logo appears on the Extreme Screen. The crowd begins to boo raucously as Marcus Gottfried steps out from behind the curtain and proceeds to walk to the ring.]

BS: Well, folks, we've just gone on the air and already Marcus Gottfried is out here. Obviously he's got something on his rather feeble mind.

GM: Hey hey hey! Show some respect to the owner of the company!

BS: Sit down, Garrett.

[Gottfried reaches the ring and climbs the steps up onto the apron, stepping between the first and second ropes to enter the ring. He demands to be given a microphone and is promptly handed one by a ring attendant.]

MG: I don't know about each and every one of you, but I always feel a little better when EWI can deliver a great main event. Can we all agree on that much at least?

[A few people pop lightly. One fan throws his bucket of popcorn into the ring.]

MG: Security! Remove that man from my damn arena! NOW!!!

[The crowd boos as the fan is forcibly removed from his seat and drug out of the arena.]

MG: You know, you people make me sick! I came out here, not to hear myself talk, but to do all of you a favor, and how do you repay me?! You throw popcorn at me! You boo me! Were I a lesser man, I would leave now and say screw all of you!!

[Gottfried pauses as the crowd's boos intensify.]

MG: But I'm better than that. And so, I will do what it is I'm out here to do. As I was saying, I love to deliver a special main event on each and every show and tonight's show is no exception. Tonight two men--once good friends, now bitter enemies--will attempt to settle their issues with each other, and it just so happens that another friend of theirs has been appointed as special guest referee. Now far it be from me, to add fuel to their fire, but you see, we have the matter of the Federation title to take care of. After all, Eddy Love cannot be called upon to deal with a lesser title than his prestigious SSN Extreme World title. So the winner of tonight's main event will go on to wrestle for the Federation title. Who will he face? Well, that's a question to be answered later, so tonight Mister Ash and Mister Sampson, as much as I hate to do it, I'm afraid that I must insist that one of you win, so there will be no count outs, and no disqualifications.

[Gottfried turns to leave but pauses for a moment and looks back toward the cameras.]

MG: May the better man win.

[Gottfriend smiles evilly as "Darkside" plays once again and he walks to the back.]

BS: Well, there you have it. Tonight, Ash and Rob Sampson will go out in what will basically be a free-for-all to see which of them earns a shot at the Federation title.

GM: It's awfully generous of Mister Gottfried to give Sampson a chance like that so soon after he lost it.

BS: It was also incredibly convenient that he made the match a no DQ, no count out affair, which obviously favors Ash.

GM: How dare you say that! Besides, Sampson is a former Extreme champion, so he's had his share of these kind of matches.

BS: Mm hm. Whatever. Starting things off tonight we have several new competitors making their way into the EWI ...

GM: SSN ...

BS: Would you please let it go for once?

GM: Don't be in denial.

BS: Anyway. Our first match pits the veteran 'SuperStud' JT Holiday against 'Freedom Fighter' Marc Robinson. How about it Gary?

GM: To tell you the truth the wrestling industry knows both of these wrestlers quite well, but in the EWI we will get our first look at them. Holiday is known for his colorful nature as well as his fantastic moves. On the other side of the coin Robinson is a physco straight up. If Holiday wants to have a chance against Robinson then he needs to stay in this, but Robinson needs to keep his head in the match if he wants to win it.

BS: Let's go to our first match of the night pitting Holiday against Robinson!


'SuperStud' JT Holiday vs 'Freedom Fighter' Marc Robinson

6' 3', 243lbs. | 6' 6', 252lbs.

Long Beach, California | Venice Beach, California

'Alive' - Beastie Boys | 'I'm Free' - Cream


Marcus Robinson catches JT Hoilday with a knee lift as soon as he steps in the ring. Marcus Robinson then whips JT Holiday into the far ropes and catches JT with a vicious Clothesline. Marcus Robinson stands over JT Holiday. He reaches down and grabs Holiday by the throat and pulls him up. JT Holiday reacts with a forearm to the side of Marcus's head, causing Marcus Robinson to release the hold. JT Holiday comes off the far ropes and hits Marcus Robinson with a flying shoulder tackle, sending Marcus Johnson to the mat. JT Holiday pulls Marcus Robinson up and drives him to the mat with a DDT. JT Holiday goes for the cover. One..Two...Kickout. Marcus Robinson fights to a vertical base and hits a reverse neckbreaker. Marcus Robinson climbs up to the top rope and comes off with a flying elbow, but JT Holiday moves at the last second. Marcus Robinson hits the mat hard. JT Holiday pulls Marcus Robinson up by the hair and hits a piledriver. JT Holiday comes off the ropes and drops a knee across the forehead of Marcus Robinson. JT Holiday turns and looks to the crowd for approval and gets a mixed reaction. This gives Marcus Robinson time to get to his feet and when JT Holiday turns around, Marcus Robinson hits a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge. One..Two...Kickout by JT Holiday. JT Holiday gets up and throws a right, but Marcus Robinson ducks and hits a release German Suplex on JT Holiday. Suddenly a Volkeswagon van pulls down towards the ring. Marcus Johnson smiles and locks on a STF on JT Holiday. The ref asks if JT wants to give it up and he shakes his head no. JT Holiday reaches out and grabs the bottom rope . Marcus Robinson releases the holdand pulls JT Holiday back to the middle of the ring. JT fights another attempt at the STF, and rolls onto his back and kicks Marcus Robinson in the stomach. JT Holiday is up and catches Marcus Robinson with a short arm clothesline. Suddenly the Volkeswagon Van doors open and five clowns jump out and charge into the ring. The Clowns attack JT Holiday. JT Holiday tries to fight them off, but there's to many. The Ref calls for the bell.

Winner: JT Holiday (Via DQ)


BS: JT Holiday has won this one, but the attack continues!

GM: Clowns? CLOWNS? It's bad enough we have The Dark Carnival in the federation, but now Robinson is the leader of these clowns who are taking it to Holiday? What has happened to this league?

BS: Oh but it's the SSN and it stands for greatness!

GM: I don't remember pulling your choke chain Cleatus!

BS: The SSN security crew has finally made their way down to the ring and are taking control of the situation at hand, but the damage has been done.

GM: There is a God.

BS: Folks, before we go on break we have another segement from ExE and it looks like he's making a turn for the better.

GM: He dumped the dead weight Hellspawn and picked up a smart female by his side. Now that's class.

BS: Whatever it is it's working. Folks enjoy this as we head into the break.

Scene cuts to ExE and Sarah sitting down to dinner at a nice romantic table. The table has two large white candles lit on it, illuminating the room. Several dishes are covered over by metal lids, hiding what’s inside. Soft romantic music plays in the back round as ExE gets Sarah’s chair for her. After they are both seated a man comes in from the back and lifts the lids of the dishes. As ExE and Sarah begin to eat, a conversation strikes up.

Sarah: Wow, this is great.

ExE: Ya, Kate sure knows her stuff.

Sarah: Kate? Who’s that?

ExE: Oh right, I never told you. I hired a manager today.

Sarah: Oh?

ExE: Ya, she is going to take care of my bookings and stuff like that for me. She’ll make sure I’m not getting screwed and help me get more out of my career.

Sarah: Sounds great. How much does she charge?

ExE Smiles

ExE: Enough, but she’s already paid for herself a few times over.

Sarah: How so?

ExE: Well, today we started talking about things I’m doing wrong in my interviews and things wrong with my technique.

Sarah: What did she say?

ExE: Just little things, not important really. She hired a few new people and created a ‘personal staff’ for me.

Sarah: What do you mean?

ExE: Well she phoned my trainer earlier and we are going to try a few new things with my training. She also hired a personal cameraman, located a little to your left, and a personal physician.

Sarah: Seems a little excessive don’t you think?

ExE: The way she puts it, I think it’s going to be worth the money.

Sarah: Sounds quite expensive.

ExE: Ya well, my wrestling cheque for the EWI is basically being deposited in to my personal staff right now.

Sarah: Seriously? That’s a wad of cash.

ExE: Ya, but I’m not worried, I mean I’m a multi-millionaire. Besides, it’s more like three quarters not all of it.

Sarah: Still.

ExE: I know, but I think it will help me out a bit.

Sarah: Well, that’s good. You should bring her by sometime, maybe I can meet her, complement her on the food choice.

ExE: Sure, shouldn’t be a problem. She expressed the same feelings towards you.

Sarah: Really? Is she nice or should I be ready to take her down?

ExE: Well, she was a lawyer

ExE laughs

Sarah: Ouch.

ExE laughs

ExE: No, she’s nice, that is unless she wants to be nasty.

Sarah: As long as we get along, it should be fine.

ExE: Well she has good taste, she threw Ripper out of her office.

Sarah: I think we’ll get along just fine.

ExE laughs as the camera cuts out


[Trypp and Brandon Williams walk through the hallway at a determined pace. They stop in front of a door and Brandon starts to knock. Second thought. Don't bother knocking. He and his brother barge into the temporary office of one Mr Marcus Gottfried, SSN Representative and troublemaker extroidinaire. Gottfried is on the phone when they burst in.]

MG: What do you mean, he's not going to be here?! I KNOW he's no scheduled for a match, but--

[Trypp pulls the phone line out of the wall, disconnecting Gottfried's call.]

MG: What the hell do you think--

TW: Marcus... we need to talk.

MG: What is this about?

BW: You know EXACTLY what this is about, Marcus. Look at us. Does anything look DIFFERENT about us today?

MG: Well--

[Trypp leans down to get nose-to-nose with Gottfried.]

TW: No titles.

MG: Right. About that...

BW: Shut up, Marcus. We know that as tough as you make yourself out to be... as cutthroat as you can be... we know what you're going to say. 'There was a loophole. There was nothing you could do.' Whatever, Marcus. That's what you hire LAWYERS for! What the hell were you paying those idiots for anyway?!

MG: Guys, guys. I've got my attorneys looking into it as we speak. There's no way that we're gonna let McCarver get away with this. There's no way that we're going to let a couple of half-asses little punks like the Mechanical Animals walk away with--

[The phone rings. Gottfried answers the phone as the person on the other end of the line speaks excitedly.]

MG: Uh huh... right... right....

[A wicked smile cracks across Gottfried's face.]

MG: Excellent.

[And he hangs up the phone and turns his attention back to Tribal Instinct.]

MG: Boys... I have outstanding news....

[Trypp and Brandon sit in the plush chairs in Gottfried's office as he prepares to tell them of his master plan as the camera cuts back to the announcer's table.]

BS: What was that all about?

GM: Oh it must be gametime! Now that's what I'm talking about. It's obvious that Tribal Instinct got screwed and now the mastermind, the man, the leader of the SSN Marcus Gottfried is about to put his mind to work. Damn (begins to cry) he is the greatest.

BS: Would you stop the mellodramatics!

All of a sudden the arena lights flicker before dimming slightly. ‘Breed’ by Nirvana then cues up, accompanied by several white strobe lights. The crowd comes to its feet when they see who appears at the top of the ramp: ‘The Southern Fox’ Zero. Zero strides to the side of the stage, posing for the crowd, wearing a long-sleeved black shirt underneath a short-sleeved blue t-shirt, a pair of ripped blue jeans, some ratty looking grey sneakers, and the EWI Television Title around his waist.

BS: Here comes the new Television champion!

GM: Hiroshi was robbed, I tell ya!

After holding the pose for a few moments, Zero marches down the ramp, a massive grin on his face. He reaches the ring, pulling himself up onto one of the ring posts, removing the Television Title and raising it high above his head as camera flashes continue to go off. He hops down and crosses to the opposite turnbuckle, repeating the process for the other side of the arena. Once more he hops down, strapping the Title back around his waist before taking a microphone from the ring announcer.

Zero: Hey Hiroshi...you WERE right. My actions DO have repercussions.

Zero smirks and looks down at the Title.

Zero: And I must say, these are some very nice repercussions indeed. Genesis was one of the most triumphant nights of my life, ladies and gentlemen. Not only did I win the Television Title, and that’s triumphant enough, but as a bonus, I got to put a holier-than-thou, muffin-crammin’, technical wrestlin’, lingerie wearin’ namby boy SSN narc in his place, all in one night!

Zero pauses, wiping a stray lock of his chin length dark blonde hair from his face.

Zero: And Chris Lehew, you money-grabbing geek, don’t think that Tony Parrish is anywhere near your biggest problem.

Zero tosses the microphone back to the ring announcer as ‘Breed’ by Nirvana kicks back up, ‘The Southern Fox’ rolling out of the ring and striding back up the ramp.

BS: Up next we've got a great match and it's another double debut match! We saw both of these guys at Genesis II and they did make an impact if you will.

GM: Isaac Theodore Stanley Comelightly, or to eveyone else ITS Comelightly made his grand enterance at Genesis II and has promised that he will be a impact player if you will. As for The Reaver that sorry sack of trash is lucky that the SSN didn't suspend his butt after what he did in the Tag Team Title match.

BS: Folks this thing is ready to kick off so let's go to the ring for our next match!


The Reaver vs Isaac Theodore Stanley Comelighty

6' 3', 265lbs. | 5' 10', 248lbs.

Battle Creek, Michigan | Beverly Hills, California

'Enter Sandman' - Motorhead | 'I Hate Everything About You' - Ugly Kid Joe


The opening chords of "Enter Sandman" by Motorhead begin to play as The Reaver appears on the stage below the Extreme Screen, playing to the crowd. He runs down the ramp, rolling into the ring and bouncing off the ropes in wait for his opponent. "I Hate Everything About You" by Ugly Kid Joe cues up, Isaac Theodore Stanley Comelightly walking calmly down the ramp, entering between the ropes.

BS: Both of these wrestlers have showed promise at Genesis, and here they get to prove it to the world!

GM: As long as someone gets their butt-whupped, I'm happy.

BS: How eloquent.

The two men lock up, each straining to gain the upper hand. Reaver breaks the grapple and lunges in, taking Comelightly down with a fisherman's suplex. ITS rolls to his feet, bouncing off the far ropes and coming back with a running clothesline, but Reaver counters with a spinebuster in the center of the ring.

BS: The Reaver's been in the ring with some of the greats of our time, and it's showing in his ring work.

Reaver immediately begins stomping Comelightly with everything he's got, finishing the flurry of stomps with a crisp leg drop. Isaac rolls to the side, clutching his neck after the leg drop, as The Reaver pulls him to his feet. ITS rocks Reaver in the face with a series of fists before nailing a DDT.

GM: He'll feel that in the morning!

BS: I think that's a safe assessment.

Before the Reaver can get to his feet, Issac has dropped to the mat beside him, choking with both hands. The ref begins to count, Issac breaking the hold before the ref reaches 5. The ref warns Comelightly as Isaac lifts the Reaver up, looking for a neck breaker, but Reaver shoves him off.

BS: The action is going back and forth so much, it's hard to keep up with!

GM: Where's Isaac's in ring prowess now?

Reaver grabs Issac by the neck, lifting him high into the air, holding him several feet above the mat. After a few long seconds, he tosses Comelightely to the mat. Reaver goes for a fist drop on the fallen ITS, but Isaac springs into action at just the right second, grabbing Reaver's wrist and twists it around as he leaps to his feet, throwing the Reaver with a wrist clutch suplex.

BS: You were speaking of in-ring prowess?

GM: Looks like Reaver's looking for a reversal. I'd wager he's gonna get it.

Reaver clutches Issac's wrist as he's thrown, bringing Issac halfway across the ring with him. As soon as both men land, The Reaver locks in a hammer lock, Issac screaming in pain.

GM: You owe me 5 bucks!

BS: Put it on my tab, Gary, put it on my tab.

GM: Way ahead of ya, Brett.

Reaver releases the hold, whipping Comelightly into the ropes, looking to catch him on the rebound, but ITS reverses, coming off the ropes with a running elbow, but Reaver reverses that ducking under and kicking ITS in the small of the back. He spins Comelightly around and lifts him high into the air, planting him into the mat with his finisher The Death Warrant (Falcon Arrow).

BS: The ref drops down to count...1..2...3, this one's over

Winner: The Reaver


GM: That was a satisfying amount of Ass kickage, if I do say so myself.

BS: Glad we could satisfy you, Garrett. Comelightly did what he could, but The Reaver pulled out the win. Still you have to give it up to the new blood of the EWI.

GM: Reaver. He'll get his one day I'm sure.

BS: Coming up next everyone .... wait I'm being told that we've got soemthing going on outside.

GM: Well holy Hell coatails Batbrain let's take a camera out there and see what's going on?

BS: I don't get paid enough for this.

Camera cuts out front of the building as a car pulls up the curb. The cheering fans crowd around to see who has just arrived as the door opens. A man dressed in a black trench coat, black boots, black shirt, and black pants, topped off with black sunglasses steps out of the vehicle; ExE. He slowly lowers his sunglasses to glance at the cheering crowd, no reaction at all crosses his face as he puts the sunglasses back in place. He takes his cell phone out of his pocket and presses a button. The words ‘It’sDone, meet me at the arena’ escape his mouth. While advancing through the pathway laid aside by the security guards, a fan jumps out in front of the man and extends his arms reaching for ExE, who simply flings the fan aside and three security guards jump on him. ExE suddenly stops and removes his glasses peering in to the crowd. ExE reaches over and grabs a sign then shows it to the camera. "SSN Deserves power” Is what the sign reads. ExE chuckles and tears the sign in half.

ExE: SSN doesn’t deserve anything.

ExE replaces his sun glasses and continues walking.ExE reaches the door, turns and looks one more time then enters the arena. He quickly proceeds down the hall, his trench coat flowing behind him, until he reaches the locker room labeled ‘ExE’. Quickly removing his trench coat and throwing it aside, he exits the locker room.

ExE: Time to send Evan a little welcome present.

ExE leaves the locker room then continues down the hall. Every locker he comes to he kicks open, spare the ones with other wrestler’s names on them. Finally he arrives at the locker labeled Evan Aho and grins. Covering his eyes ExE smashes the glass out of a nearby fire extinguisher case with his elbow then grabs the extinguisher. ExE waits three seconds then throws the door open, while simultaneously spraying the contents of the extinguisher in the locker room. He sprays the extinguisher until it runs out then slams the door shut and slides a nearby bench in front of it, making it impossible to get out from the inside. ExE continues on his way.

BS: I sure hope Aho wasn’t in that locker room or he may have some difficulties making it to the match!

GM: Making it to the match? I’m more worried about him making it out alive! That stuff would incapacitate if not kill a person if they were exposed to it long enough!

ExE: Well that’s one down, and two to go.

BS: Two to go? What does he mean by that? I thought this was about the TV title!

GM: So did I but I guess Exe has another agenda on his mind.

ExE continues even further down the hall until he reaches an office door

GM: What is ExE doing at... Marcus Gottfried’s office??

BS: I don’t know, but this is going to be good.

ExE grabs a steel chair placed outside Gottfried’s office door. Taking the chair, ExE smashes the window of the office door in.Looking inside, ExE discovers the office empty and takes a can out of his bag. He sprays the chair for a moment then throws it through the window. As ExE walks away the camera gets a close up of the chair which now says ‘ExE’ on It.

ExE: Gottfried wasn’t in his office, which’s a shame, things might have been…interesting. By the way when you watch this tape later, don’t think I don’t appreciate the respect match, but what can I say, SSN can suck m yass.

ExE returns to his locker room and gets a baseball bat from his bag then sits down and turns on the television.

Evan, I agree my attack was fairly cheap, but hey, this is an extreme wrestling company, despite what SSN would have you believe, and I’m going to treat it that way. Now as for this respect match, It should be fun. You and I are one and one, and this is the big one. Despite the fact that you’ve lost your title and basically are of little use to me, I still believe the score needs to be settled, declaring one of us the better man.

Ever since the beginning of time the world has been based on competition; seeing whom the better man or women is. Competition is the root ofall society, you compete for the most pay, you compete to get the shower in the morning, you compete against the traffic to make it to work on time, you compete to beat disease and death, and you compete for the sake of competing.Wrestling, like most other sports, is also a sport of competition. Wrestling isbased on one person being the best, and one person being the worst, and many people in between, all better and worse than someone else. You and I, we fall in the middle, for now. There is someone out there, such as Hellfighter who is better then you, and I imagine there is someone out there better then myself, but even the middle ranks count. You and I will compete for the higher middle rank, to see who is better and who is worse, and to see who deserves praise and who should be shunned by society. I admit I am looking fairly deep in to this match, but think of it this way. You and I are competing for ranks on an Extreme Wrestling International Title. Every win and every loss matter. This is a fairly elite company compared to most, titles are a big deal, and wins and losses are as well.

Way I see it, this match is a career maker for either of us.You could get a shot to reclaim that television title, and I could have the opportunity to win that title for myself. The television title is one stop on my way up the ladder, but before I can conquer that goal, I must first face and defeat the one staring me in the face...you. In this next little while before our match, I fully advise you to prepare yourself mentally and physically, because this WILL be a match for the records, despite the outcome. I bid you good luck on the match Evan, I know we’ll both need it.

Camera cuts out

BS v/o: Folks don't you dare go away!


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