Monday Sept. 13th 10:30am
(Harders and Zieba sit in the board room, where maintanance scrapes off the MWC and J.W. Locke off the door to replace it with EWI and R. Harders and E. Zieba. They await the soon to be first board meeting of the EWI.)
RH: Man, have you seen the unofficial reports for the card?
EZ: Even more amazing, have you seen the OFFICIAL reports?
RH: We have seen roughly a 30 percent increase in viewers from the MWC ways.
EZ: Even better, we have seen a 50 percent increase in revenue.
RH: Oh, I like that.
EZ: But wait, there’s more. We have also seen a 90 percent increase in new talent applications to the EWI.
RH: Hmm… I’m not sure if that is good or bad.
EZ: What do you mean man, that is awesome. It means that we are now number two in the industry by far. Being close behind those slackers at CS Enterprises.
RH: Yeah, but what kind of contracts to these newbies want?
EZ: Oh yes, I can see where that can be a problem, but here, look at this…
(He slides a piece of paper to Harders.)
RH: What the hell is this? Where did we spend this much money?
EZ: Take a guess.
RH: If this is Eddy Love’s contract I want to get an appointment immediately with him. We have to renegotiate, or he is fired.
EZ: Relax man, that is what we have spent on signing about 4 new contracts, plus renewing an old contract.
RH: Who Eli?
EZ: Yeah.
RH: Oh, I think you have just saved me from a coronary dude. What time does this meeting start?
EZ: Umm…at 11:00.
RH: Did you have breakfast yet?
EZ: No, why?
(Harders goes to the refridgerator in the office and pulls out two MGDs.)
RH: Here, the breakfast of champions.
EZ: I’ll drink to that!
Wed Sept 15
(Harders and Zieba standing together at the local hot dog vendor. Each are wearing trench coats and suits. Harders takes off his hat and runs his hands through the thickened and long hair. Zieba rubs his chin as if checking if he needs a shave.)
RH: Were you able to contact Tasker?
EZ: (To the vendor) Give me two hot dogs, one with Chili and one with onions, mustard, ketchup and relish. (To Harders) Naaa…. Haven’t heard from the bastard.
RH: Hmm….Does he expect to keep the title.
EZ: Does he expect to keep his job?
RH: Damned if I know, but if we don’t hear from him by the time we finish lunch, then we suspend his checks in the mail, and his upcoming checks as well.
EZ: (To the vendor) Thanks, keep the change. (To Harders) Oh, I like that.
RH: (To the vendor) Give me two dogs with onions, mustard, and pickles. (To Zieba) What do you suggest we do with the title?
EZ: Strip him.
RH: No **** sherlock.
EZ: Okay, fine then, how about we give those that really, really, really deserve a shot at the title a spot in a tournament.
RH: Okay better, who?
EZ: Do I have to point out the obvious?
RH: Like I know what goes on in your brain.
EZ: (With a smirk) K-9, Trey Holmes, Schwartz, and Lone Wulfy.
RH: Oh, now that fits. (To vendor) Thanks, keep the change.
(They walk back to the offices chowing down on their dogs.)
Cut to in behind the arena in a parking lot earlier today. A large, expensive, and obviously government sedan pulls up. Two men are sitting in the car. They are dressed to blend in as only a federal DEA agent can - 3 peice suits. Obviously bored, they appear to have been on several calls today - this one just one of many.
"Where is this guy?"
"I don't know. He said he'd be here with a hot tip."
"How long should we wait?"
"However long we have to."
"That sucks."
"Tell me about it."
Pause....
"We got any donuts?"
"Just some crullers."
"That sucks too."
Pause...
A rusted out yugo, sputtering like Sylvester the cat, pulls up. This car needs a tune up, new tires and looks like bumping into the curb would cause it to fall to pieces. A dreadlocked, dark man gets out wearing shades and a trenchcoat along with a fedora hat to hide his appearance.. It's obviously Jammy. He gets out, spots the unmarked car, and saunters over to it like a spy trying to meet his first ever contact.
"Yah mon, what's up?"
The one officer frowns, and looks at him skeptically. "Rastagod?"
"Shhh.... mon, dere be no need for de whole town to know I am here."
"... ... uhm... ... Whatever. Look, you called us.... dude. What did you want to tell us?"
"Dere's a mon you need to look into, he's dealin' de roids, mon - impure it-tis, literally impure."
"How do you know this?"
"De Rastagod ... he knows all mon."
"Ummmm..... ok. Where is he keeping the stuff."
"Dis is de truly sinister part mon, he keeps it where ... de sun don't shine if-n-ya know what me mean, and me tink you do."
The cop blinks twice. "He keeps it in his"
The "mystery narc" butts in.
"Yes - It is obvious dat you were born to be a detective mon. Rectal subterfuge no less."
"... his a -- Who is this schmuck?"
"I don't know da wicked mons real name, but he be known as Gemini."
"Gemini? What kind of handle is that?"
"It be his mon. Go forth and punish the wicked mon." The "Mystery narc" states brushing them off as if his Rastagod is something 'real'.
"Allright. This had better be on the level."
"And why would I be making dis up mon? Do you tink dis be some sick practical joke mon?"
"It better not be...."
The officer turns, then gets into his car. It starts up, then smoothly drives away. 'Rastagod' calmy watches them leave. For a moment he stands there, a slight smile ever growing on his lips until it forms that Cheshire cat grin as he busts out laughing. He laughs so hard he keels over on the parking lot, his hat and glasses falling off to reveal that the 'Mystery narc' calling himself Rastagod is really Jamiliah Creed - Jammy, the MWC's former janitor.
"Oh mon, Gemini better be smokin' plenty, plenty of Ganja - that be de only way he NOT feel dis one for a good month."
Jammy turns, then practically skips over to his old rustbucket. He jumps in, cranks the key, but the engine doesn't start. The smile fades. He tries to start the car several more times, but all it does is sputter, the engine won't turn over. Finally, he slowly gets out of the car. Where he was almost giggling beforehand, now he's quiet and dejected. Slowly, he reaches into the back, pulls out a duffelbag and a jacket, then walks away from the car. As he walks away, he quietly mutters to himself.
"Dis is not a good omen mon. Truly dread. Maybe me should've asked Mama Bublicious if'n she has a potion for jumpstarting me car."
(The camera pans around the city, catching glimpses of the vast high rises and office buildings surrounding Times Square. It also takes shots of the police with barracades shutting down 42nd and 7th where the EWI fans have filled the make shift bleachers. In the background on the huge teleprompt the stills and camera angles being viewed on television can be seen. We also get a scan of the crowd going on catching glimpses of the posters and signs held by our fans. Voice Overs can be heard of Bret Sanders and Mike Powers, along with 17,356 screaming fans.)
BS: Yeah all, Welcome to Times Square. The site of EWI’s first ever Heatwave! We have a nice sunny day helping us on our track to victory in the ratings war.


MP: This is, just Groovy Baby. I can feel it, Yeah!
BS: Would you just go away?
MP: Your stuck with me baby, my contract is fully garuanteed by the company, even the new company.
BS: Oh lord, anyways….Tonight we have some great action for you…
MP: Not to mention some great ring entrances, it’s all groovy.
BS: As Mike has so swiftly said, we do have some different entrances, to say the least in this wide open area. But as for the action, we have got the IC tournement. The first round consisting of K-9 versus “Too Sweet” Brian Schwartz and Trey Holmes versus Lone Wulf.
MP: Have you ever wondered why exactly these guys are wrestling for this shagedlic title.
BS: Say what? No, I fully trust our new governing body.
MP: Your perogative baby.
BS: Then we have got Martin versus a new comer Evan Aho, Mr. Hardcore.
MP: Hardcore? He calls himself Mr. Hardcore? Maybe he has got some issues to talk about with Eli Flair, the King of Extreme and Kevin Powers, the Emporer of Hardcore. Yeah baby!
BS: Well, now that is what was on my mind, who knows what will happen. We have also got “The Freak” Jammy versus another new comer in Gemini.
MP: Groovy, I will always think of “The Freak” as “The Janitor”
BS: Then of course we have got Eli Flair versus Cameron Cruise.
MP: There’s that King of Extreme again. Yeah Baby!
BS: After being screwed last week, Cruise is gonna be out for revenge, but then of course, Eli is looking for a little action in his first appearance back.
MP: Yeah baby, Blood!
BS: That will be followed by the IC Finals, the winner of the previous matches. Then we have our main event, the Tag Team titles on the line.
MP: Here we go Clic, yeah baby!
BS: As my colorful sidekick here said, it will be Cassanova Clique versus Simply Stunning, a very much anticipated event with our young talent here in the EWI.
MP: Where’s my man Vizzack?
BS: Fired, remember?
MP: That sucks!
BS: Well, onto our first match up
K-9 is introduced first.Ti'an A. steps out onto the ramp way, in a sleek little red dress, and holds her hands high. Then pushing a "WALLGREENS" grocery cart comes Spoon, the cart is filled with differnt things, baseball bat, barbwire, an Atari Game counsoul and many other things. As the "Grab ya' glocks when you see Tupac" kicks in, K-9 steps out on the ramp way, in a black sleevless tshirt, and dirty jean shorts. His head bowed down, as Ti'an moves to the side, and Spoon wheels the cart down to the ring. K-9 flings his head up, and all his hair flys everywere as "Get out the way yo, Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pass the mac" hits in. He throws up his tapped hands, like Stone Cold, slighty curved in, almost touching each other. Then locks his hands togather and brings them down to his chest, then dropping them all the way. He starts his way down the aisle with ti'an by his side, he wipes his face, and pushs his hair back, and slides under the ropes, as Ti'an walks around to the steps then gets in the ring. Spoon stays on the outside of the ring. Ti'an leaves. “Too Sweet Brian Schwartz is then introduced.
The match opens up with Schwartz taking the advantage. From the tie up Schwartz sweeps the leg, kicks out K-9’s other leg, then drops an elbow on the back of K-9’s head. He then assits K-9 up and drops him with a huge powerbomb, leaving K-9 ina world of hurt.
BS: It seems as if Schwartz has got K-9, The Inovator of Insanity’s, number.
MP: Insane? Why would you self mark being Insane, baby?
BS: Good point, What is with Schwartz? I heard this may be his last card here.
MP: Who knows baby, but then again, who cares?
BS: How could you say that, he is an important star here in the EWI?
MP: Oh really, what has he done? What has he won? Has he even shagged anyone?
Schwartz has got K-9 up and sends him to the outside. Schwartz follows. He picks up K-98 and sends him to the steps, but K-9 reverses and Schwartz hits his back against the steps. K-9 grabs the hair of Schwartz and escorts him face first into the ring post. K-9 places Schwartz on the announcers table.
BS: What the hell is this? Get him off of her.
MP: Woah, wait a second, let me at least get my groovy astronauts pen. The thing writes upside down.
BS: You better be ready to pay for this thing.
K-9 goes off the ring apron and slams down with a huge splash right across Schwartz’s chest. The table splits in two. K-9, slow to get up, grabs Schwartz and pulls him up. K-9 sets him up, an K-9er right on the concrete sidewalk.
MP: This is groovy baby, Schwartz bleeds on his last day here!
BS: This is a travesty, who is gonna give us a new table. Most of all, who is gonna clean the blood off the pavement.
MP: Don’t worry dude, New Yorkers are used to blood on the side walks.
K-9 drags Schwartz in the ring and slaps “the Tap Out” on Schwartz. Schwartz isn’t conscious enough to tap out so the ref raises his arm and it drops, does it again and it drops, does it again, and….it drops. (I bet you guys thought it was gonna stay up.)
BS: It seems K-9 has made his showing here after escaping from the clinic an important one. He has moved into the finals of this Intercontinental Championship Tournament.
MP: Well, whoopdy do. That means he either faces Trey Holmes or his “buddy” Lone Wulf. Now it would be groovy to see him go against Lone Wulf.
BS: That is so true, no love lost there. The former partners and former champions. Let’s see who he will be facing in the finals.
(Cue up All Star by Smashmouth, out walks Bret Kross, to a chorus of boos, with the TV Title around his waist, and a microphone in hand, he jumps in the ring)
Kross:Shut up, shut up shut up. (heel pop) Listen, much to talk about in the aftermath of Genesis. First off, MD, we got revenge, and we got it good. I told you, there would be hell to pay for what happened when I won this title, and I think I paid it back, with a bonus. From costing Nemesis a match against a nobody, to costing Lone Wolf the TAG TITLES. But there was a downside. Even with an attack, by yours truly, that moron Cameron Cruise, could not win the IC Title. But, as you see Commando is gone, and the IC title, he does not have. So, I think each member of MD got theirs from us, except K-9 because they screwed him themselves. Now, on the subject of the Tag Titles, we never received a thank you from the Cliq, for HANDING them the titles. So, heath this warning, Cliq, we gave, and WE CAN TAKE. On the subject of MY TV Titles, you can see I still hold it, and this won't change till I decide to pursue another singles title. But Shockwave, I have an open contract. That's right, a chance for every Joe Schmoe to get a crack at this title. Now, I would like to introduce my partner in crime, the man who SHOULD be the Extreme champion, 'The Monarch' Matt Martin.
(Martin enters the ring to a loud chorus of boos. He grabs the mic from Kross, and just stands, waiting for the croud to be quiet.)
Martin: It's about damn time you shut your mouths. [boos] I didn't come out here to listen about how much you people hate me. I didn't come out here and whine about Genesis. I've come out here for one reason, and one reason only .... To Make a Challenge.
Steve Radder, your walking around with what should be MY Extreme Title. So what I propose is, the next Heatwave, you give me a rematch. But not just any ordinary extreme match, you can pick whatever kind you want. That's right, whatever kind of match you want, I'll accept. I'll be waiting for your answer.
(They leave the ringside area.)
(Cue up: “Turn the Page” by Metallica. Out comes Co-Owner Erik Zieba. He makes his way down to ringside, microphone in hand.)
EZ: Well, it seems our wonderful Trey Holmes has got another match. Wouldn’t you be surprised if I have got another surprise for Mr. Holmes? If you would, Trey, would you come out please.
(Trey comes down to ringside, again, completely dumbfounded.)
EZ: Hey Trey, remember what we did to you last week?
Trey nods his head.
EZ: Simply put, let’s make it double jeopardy. No, for your benefit, we will use the normal ref. Besides, Co-Owner Harders has lost the will to even screw you around. Go figure.
Trey looks pissed.
EZ: Oh yes, remember you lose, your gone.
(Co-Owner Zieba walks out and joins Mike Powers and Bret Sanders at the new announcers table.)
Lone Wulf then comes out to a chorus of boos. The bell rings and the match is under way. Lone Wulf grabs Trey and sends him into the ropes, dropping him with a knee lift. He grabs him and drops him with a a fall away slam. He picks him back up and sends him back into the ropes, he catches him in a bear hug.
EZ: (laughing) It seems Lone Wulf is crushing the life out of poor Mr. Holmes.
BS: What is your problem with Trey?
EZ: Have you watched his promos? Have you seen his general attitude?
MP: Yeah baby, he was shooting you and Harders down left and right.
EZ: Bingo, I guess there is a reason why we pay you.
BS: Speaking of which, could you not?
EZ: What the hell are you talking about?
BS: Don’t pay him. He is annoying as all hell.
EZ: Oh, I know, that is why I have teamed him with you.
Trey squeezes his arms in between Lone Wulf’s, he has got Lone Wulf in a weggie. Lone Wulf lets go and Trey drops him with a upper cut.
BS: Now that was creative.
EZ: Even I would have to give him that one.
Trey runs to the ropes as Lone Wulf gets up, cross body block, but Lone Wulf catches him. He just falls flat on top of Trey, all can hear the breath go flying out of him. Lone Wulf picks him up and hits him with a side suplex. Lone Wulf picks up Trey and has got him in a choke, lifting him off of his feet.
EZ: Oh, the punishment. Do you guys realize how easy it is to please me?
MP: I don’t think I need to know that much about you, but I am sure Mrs. Zieba has got easy baby.
EZ: Now you are riding a thin line.
Lone Wulf drops him, and picks him up for the Sheriff Killa. He hits it and picks up the 1….2….3!
EZ: Yes! Out with the old…..
BS: Lone Wulf picks up the easy victory to move into the finals with K-9.
EZ: This day just couldn’t get better.
MP: I heard the New York Giants are losing.
EZ: Oh ****, that means Harders is gonna be pissed. So maybe the day won’t get much better.
BS: I am sure that is gonna be a painful match for both men. They were one time friends.
EZ: Well, it has been fun boys, but I am off to do soemthing important, like rip up Holmes’ contract.
Co-Owner Zieba leaves the ringside area.
MP: Who’s next baby!
BS: Up next we have got martin vs Aho. This should be interesting to watch.
MP: Groovy, I am always interested in seeing new talent.
BS: Well you're gonna get that chance cause that match is coming up NEXT!
BS: Welcome back everyone to Heatwave at Times Square and now it's time....wait a minute. I'm getting word that there is a problem in the back.
[The scene is the back of the EWI area for the special guest of the show along with many of the wreslters, the crowds are already swelling into the streets, and the house show looks to be sold out. It's a solid show all the way, with a number of EWI superstars defending their belts tonight. One new arrival is entering the back staff only ramp. He's not wearing his costume or makeup yet, but it's obviously Gemini. The massively muscled left arm and the bizzarre white and black haircut are dead giveaways. He looks focused and deep in thought, so the two DEA agents that step out of the shadows surprise him quite a bit.]
DEA 1: Are you Gemini?
G: Yes. Who are you? Are you part of the security? I have a pass...
DEA1: You won't be passing anything juicemonkey. We've got a warrant here for a body cavity search with YOUR name on it.
G: Juicemon.... BODY CAVITY SEARCH? What in the $#!? are you talking about?
DEA 2: Come quietly sir, we have tasers...
G: But... But.... I never...
[Gemini protests loudly and angrily, but the one officer relieves him of his duffelbag while the other handcuffs him. They lead him off into a side room, then both reappear for a brief conversation.]
DEA 2: Are you sure about this?
DEA 1: We got a good tip, I think he's got them. Look at his freaking arm, does that look natural to you?
DEA 2: Well...
DEA 1: Right. Now watch me do our job. You check his bag, just make sure he hasn't hidden it in there.
DEA 2: Whatever...
DEA 1: I'm serious. (The officer makes a big show of snapping on a latex glove) If I'm going to be thorough, then you can too.
DEA 2: I think this is a mistake. That guy is a pro wrestler, do you really want to tick him off?
DEA 1: I am an officer of the law. I can handle him if he gets.... frisky.
DEA 2: Your funeral.
[The door slams shut behind the officer, and then remaining agent sighs and starts searching through the bag. He goes quickly through the bag dumping things out, then stopping. He picks up the tights and boots, looks at them carefully, then turns them upside down and shakes them. A jockstrap falls out on the floor. The agent sighs and picks it up, then folds it up and places it back in the bag. He carefully folds up the tights and some other clothes items, then places them in the bag as well. Sighing again, he zips the bag shut, then leans up against the wall. Almost immediately, the door that the agent and Gemini went through splinters into pieces as the searching agent flies through it. He lays prone for a second, then sits up with a dazed look on his face.
"He... He didn't have any. I think he can go. Please tell him he can go.
[Then he falls over again. The second agent looks at his partner prone on the ground, then turns to look in the room. Gemini is standing in the doorway with a very angry look on his face. Without a word, the agent offers the duffelbag to Gemini. Gemini rips it out of his hand, then stomps away into the dressing area.
BS: Oh...my...God.
MP: Oh he won't be getting out tonight.
BS: And with his match later against Jammy? Jammy just added fuel to the fire.
MP: And fire is what is burning in his......
BS: Don't you dare. Let's get to the next matchup.
Once the match started it was obviuos that Martin was out there to regain some face from the Pay Per View in which he barly lost the chance to capture the Extreme Title. Martin came out a ball of fire, but the new youngster Evan Aho was waiting for him in his very first match for EWI. Some of the highlights included Martin connecting with a running Powerbomb and catching Aho off the ropes with a Death Valley Driver. Highlights from Aho's side included a inverted Liger Bomb and a screwdriver piledriver. At about the ten minute mark when both wrestlers were down on their backs after hitting with a double clothesline Eli Flair appeared from the back and started to make his way towards the ring area.
BS: What is Eli Flair doing here?
MP: Flair always comes to the party baby! Probably just checking out the scene.
Once both wrestlers were up Martin happened to catch a glimpse of Flair and quickly went towards the opposite side of the ropes. Once he came off he leaped out of the ring, over the ropes, and hit Flair coming down. Aho was still getting to his feet when he noticed that the ref started his count on Martin who was outside fighting with Flair. Flair and Martin started making their way towards the back before Martin realized what was going on, but by that time it was too late. He tried to make his way towards the ring, but once he heard the bell he knew it was over.
BS: And it's Evan Aho picking up his first win in EWI, but things may have been different if Flair didn't come down to ringside.
MP: This just proves that Martin's head wasn't in the match. Flair came out and pointed that out in the only way he knows how.
BS: Very true. Coming up next we've got....oh no.
MP: What? What match is next?
BS: It's Creed versus Gemini.
MP: Oh? The Cavity Child is gonna wobble his way out for his match? OH YEAH!!
BS: And that match is NEXT!
BS: Welcome back everyone! Coming up next we've got....
MP: The Janitor versus The man in need of an anal Icepack!
BS: I not need explain anything else.
Jammy was the first man out to the ring. Once inside he shared with the crowd the videotape of Gemini recently getting searched by the law. After a couple of rear jokes Gemini's music started up and he charged the ring and tore into Jammy for the first minute hitting with several kicks and punches. Once off the ropes Jammy took back control catching Gemini with several dropkicks and whipping him into the corner.
JC: Hey mon. I am de true freak! No pale imatations here!
Gemini then comes charging out of the corner and catches Jammy off-guard with a lariat clothesline. He then picks Jammy back up and backs him into the ropes with a flurry of chops and punches.
G: IS IT FUNNY NOW? LAUGH NOW PUNK! LAUGH AT ME NOW!
Gemini continues to pound on Jammy until, eventually, he plants a trapezious claw on him. Jammy manages to struggle back up and grab onto the back of Gemini's head and connects with a jaw breaker. For the next ten mintues the match went back and forth. One highlight included when Jammy had Gemini on the outside ring apron and then planted a dropkick to Gemini's face which forced him to land into the timekeeper's table.
BS: Dear God! How can the man continue!
J: (in the ring) I de best mon, dere be no stopping me now mon! He's a dog wit no teeth mon, none mon! I just knocked dem all out mon!
In the final moments Gemini managed to regain control and hit with a reverse DDT. After that he let out a cry of 'Torquemada' and wraps a half-boston crab on Jammy with a clawhold on Jammy's knee. Jammy was close enough to grab the ropes to break the hold, but Gemini wouldn't let go even after the five count. Therefore the ref had no choice.
BS: What a WAR! You can't say Jammy didn't have it coming though.
MP: Well I would say that Gemini is a square, but only the officers can answer that question.
BS: And the EMT's are placing Jammy in that stretcher and are trying to offer assistance to Gemini, but he just continues to limp to the back.
MP: A limp here and a prod there.
BS: Wait he's finally allowing assistance. That was a great match and I'm sure that this is not close to over. Coming up next folks we've got Fallen Angel, going solo, going against Goth.
MP: Well Angel decided that it would be best if he went on his own and now we'll see if he is a full-time swinger or just a wanna-be.
BS: And you'll see that match coming up NEXT!
BS: Welcome back folks to Heatwave at Times Square and what a beatutiful night it is here!
['(Can't You)Trip Like I Do' - Filter and The Crystal Method begins to play over the PA System as 'Good God' Kevin Powers makes his way down to ringside with an unknown female by his side. The crowd goes nuts when they see that Powers is making his way in the ring.]
BS: Well things WERE O.K., but now it looks like business is about to pick up!
MP: WOW! Who is the muscle bird with Kevin?
BS: Well we're about to find out cause he's got a mic.
KP: (soaking in the cheers) NEW YORK CITY....The Family is IN DA HOUSE! (laughter from the crow) Well since that the company changed names I guess it's time that Good God came back into the picture! Then Vice President Zieba tried to keep me down and well hidden, but things have changed and I'm back in the limelight! Now I know what you're thinkin. Where are those two Ho's Gina and Susan at? Well things went for the worse and they decided to jump off the Good God Bandwagon when the going got tough. So, being the woman seeker that I am, I went back to my roots and found a certin someone that everyone will enjoy seeing. Ladies and gentlemen I present to you former Mile High Wrestling Ladies Champion 'Risqué' Roseanne Fairhurst!
RRF: That's right EWI! The Bitch is in town! I've seen alot of things go down in EWI and what used to be MWC and I can tell ya that it was unfair how they treated Kevin here. And I would love to talk to Zieba face to face, but knowing how he is and how he can be I know he is just too chickensh----
['Turn the Page' - Metallica starts to play as Co-Owner Zieba makes his way out with microphone in hand.]
Z: Kevin! Welcome back to EWI! I hope you like the changes we did with the place, but I'm gonna have to warn you. If your pet makes a mess then you'll have to clean it up. And she better watch her mouth cause you know how I get when curse words fly.
RRF: Why you son-of-a-----
KP: Relax Roseanne. I've got it from here. That's right Zieba I'm back and this time you can't do a thing about it and you know that.
Z: You know Kevin. You're right. Somewhere in your feeble mind you are right. Granted in MWC I put you under lock and key, but now in EWI where I call the shots you feel that you can come back. Do you get what I'm saying?
KP: Now you know I'm still under contract so, unless you want to make a BIG PAYOFF, I would suggest you let me back in.
Z: Oh don't worry Kevin. I'm gonna let you wrestle. I'm gonna let you return to active status. There is just one thing I'm not gonna let you have and that's titles.
KP: You're kidding right?
Z: Oh I'm not kidding. I know the competitor that you are and what you are able to do. I also know of your other commitments in other federations and I think it would be a bad idea for you to carry that type of load if you won a title here so, in the caring of my heart and because I can do it, you will not recieve no title matches what so ever!
KP: YOU ROTTEN -----
Z: Watch it. You know how I feel about cussing. Enjoy!
[Zieba's music starts up as he leaves the area. Soon after Powers drops the mic and heads out of the ring with Fairhurst towards the back.]
BS: And Mr. Zieba pushing that fifty percent once again denying Powers from title shots!
MP: He can't do that. Can he?
BS: I think he can, but it's time for our next match!
BS: And Goth is not looking the best for ware right now.
MP: Goth? Wasn't he in that movie Wayne's World? Oh Goth Excellent!
BS: No he wasn't. That was GARTH not GOTH.
MP: Garth? Garth Brooks? Didn't he change his name too?
BS: You're impossible today you know that right?
At one point Angel threw Goth outside of the ropes and was about to attack with a steel chair, but the ref managed to take the chair out of his hand which brought all of Angel's attention towards the ref. Meanwhile Goth was able to recover and attack Angel from behind and toss him back into the ring. That is when Goth took back control and connected on Fallen Angle several times to include one where Goth whipped Angel into the corner and then Goth heading into the ropes catching a walking out Goth with a running bulldog. Towards the closing moments Fallen Angel managed to get Goth in a Tombstone Piledriver, but Goth managed to turn it around and nailed his version of the move, called The Alchamaic Driver, for the win.BS: And it's Goth that pulls out the narrow win! What a .... wait a minute!
[At that moment Tee Sledge and Deputy make their way to the ring with steel chairs and start attacking Goth and Fallen Angel with them. Both Goth and Angel are trying combacks, but Sledge and Deputy are getting the best of them since they just fought a hard match. Eventually Sledge and Deputy toss Goth and Angel out of the ring and grab for a microphone.]
DR: It seems the only way to get noticed is too get attention. We like attention, attention is a good thing. There is my way to get attention and his way(points to tee sledge). I like my way, Tee likes his way, and everybody will not like our ways. WE WILL GET ATTENTION!!!!! THAT I PROMISE!!!!!!! So if you want our attention step up to the plate and we will seperate you head from your neck. Step up or we will we step it up for you.
[Soon Sledge and Deputy make their way out of the ring towards the back under a chorus of boos.]
BS: What is the nerve of Sledge and Deputy coming out here doing something like that? Did they watch alot of the Manifest Destiny videos from the MWC collection?
MP: I guess they wanted to make an impact and they did!
BS: Well I'm sure they'll get theirs down the line. Coming up we've got Eli Flair on the comback trail facing Cameron Cruise and that is NEXT!
Eli Flair comes out first to the band Abreaction playing Live. Him and Ivy walk down the aisleway to a huge fan pop. Cruise follows close behind. He gets a good reaction from the crowd as well.Ivy leaves the ring as well Mercedes. The bell rings and the match begins. Flair opens up from the tie up with a quick single leg take down. He then drapes Cruise’s arms over his knees and wrenchs back on his chin. The ref is constantly checking with Cruise, but he refuses to give up.
BS: All week, it has been about respect for these two. Cruise respects Flair, and vice versa.
MP: After all, isn’t everything about respect baby?
BS: I guess you can say that. After all, that is what generates fear, the respect.
MP: Relax there Sigmund, it was just an observation.
BS: Okay, fine then.
Flair lets go, he helps up Cruise and sets him in a crucifix. The ref again runs over to check on Cruise. He again is not giving up. Flair wrenchs harder on it. Still no tap by Cruise, although the echo of pain is heard through out Times Square.
BS: What fortitude by Cruise. The man just has to much pride to give up.
MP; Yeah baby, especially with Eli in their who enjoys to dish it out.
BS: Flair is looking pretty good for his first match back. I would have thought some rust would show itself, but it hasn’t.
MP: Flair has been doing this so long, he doesn’t know what rust is, very groovy.
Flair lets go and picks up Cruise again. He picks him up in a choke and sends him outside the ring. Cruise lands back across the railing. Flair follows out as Mercedes comes over and nails him with a chair, Ivy then proceeds to come over and pound on Mercedes.
MP: Yeah baby! A cat fight!
BS: Be careful what you say Mike, Ivy would hand you a beating you would never expect or want.
MP: She is a woman right?
BS: Yeah.
MP: Does she have breasts?
BS: Yeah.
MP; Okay then, she is for me.
Cruise gets up and smacks Flair with chair shot, and another, and another across his head. Flair is split wide open. Cruise pulls out a table from under the ring and lays it across the railing and the ring. Flair stands up, Cruise runs at him, Flair trips Cruise and Cruise goes through the table, splitting him wide open.
MP: BLOOD! Yeah Baby.
BS: Someone better get the mop.
MP: I thought we already explained that one already, these New Yorkers are used to it.
Both are slow to get up, but when they do, it results in a fist fight, spraying blood all over. They take it into the ring.
BS:Kross and Martin Kross and Martin. Are you kidding me? Not again.
MP:Martin just took out Flair from behind, its an all out assault baby.
BS:Kross, has a mic.
Kross:With all the help, you couldn't take the title away from Commando. You make me sick. And you Flair. You are past your prime, its time for you too step down, and let the NEW King of Extreme matt Martin, take over.
BS:He just hit Cruise with the mic. Now he picks him up.
MP:BRASS BOMB on Cruise, and the REIGN on Flair at the same time.
BS:Flair and Cruise down and out, but they aren' t done. They are both on top, Kross flies down on Flair with an elbow, as Martin lands a splash on Cruise. Now, Kross to the outside, picks up a chair, throws it to Martin.
MP:He's going to smash it in Flair's ribs, smashing baby.
BS:Thats exactly what he is doing. Flair could have broken ribs for all we know. Kross back in, Martin tosses him the chair, as Cruise slowly gets up. Good God...
MP:Where?
BS:No, I mean Good God, Kross just smashed that chair right over Cruise's head and he is busted open, and out cold. Kross and martin take off to the back.
MP:This is groovy baby, while I don't like what they did to my buds Simply Stunning, I really like what they are doing to everyone else, baby.
BS:You would.
Out run Powers and Radder and they slide into the ring. Powers takes down Kross with a clothesline and then hits him with Kiss the Canvas. Radder kicks Martin in the gut and Absolute Zero. Both Martin and Kross are run off to the back. Flair gets up and flings his hair back, blood flying everywhere. Cruise is helped up and the Family walks to the back. Cruise walks to the back seperatley with Mercedes.
BS: Thank god for Good God and the Iceman.
MP: Yeah Baby, a little pain for all.
BS: You are truly a pain.
MP: There is only one Powers baby, and that is Mike Powers. That is one reason why I can only call him Good God.
BS: You are attrocious. Anyways, let’s get going to the IC tournament finals.
BS: Next up for the FINALS for the now vacant InterContinental strap, Lone Wulf vs K-9. This turned out to be more of a ratings dream then Ez or Randy could have imagined. This one GUARANTEES to be a barn-burner.
MP: Quit being such a square man.
BS: Well here comes K-9, the Innovator of......wait a MINUTE! THAT'S NOT K-9!
Nemesis appears at the top of the rampway in a leather jacket, and a shirt that says "Mr. Emotional Baggage". He has on a wig that makes him look like a rasta-child, and a few too many clip on fake earings all over his face, nose, lips and eyes. He lifts up his hands and turns around to show that on the back of the leather jacket is written "My grandma gave me this dumb jacket". Nemesis grabs the mic.
Nemesis(K-9): HOLD ON! CUT THE MUSIC! (the music stops) WHAT THE BEEP(he really says beep making fun of K-9) DOES THIS SONG HAVE TO DO WITH A DEPRESSED WHITE BOY FROM TEXAS?? Hit my REAL music!
Nemesis drops the mic and "Loser" by Beck kicks in, the crowd is laughing uncontrolably as Nemesis strolls down the rampway with an "attitude" swinging his arms a big too much and hits himself in the face a couple times. Nemesis grabs a mic when he reaches ringside, tries to get into the ring but trips, and rolls, and tries to play it off by getting up on his knees and whiping his nose taking off about 4 clip on fake nose rings on accident. Nemesis then drops into the corner and begins to talk very slowly.)
Nemesis(K-9): DESTINY.........(about a minute passes)..........CONSPIRACY.........(anoter minute passes).................AUDACITY...........(another minute passes)...........and a couple of other words that end in y that I learned a couple minutes ago in the locker room.But.............now............I.............am.................. alone............I.............must............continuesly................remind..........you people...............that...........I.......... am.........dramatic..............and.............depressed. Now.........as you can clearly read on my unwashed shirt, I am "Mr. Emotional Baggage" KEVIN NINE! That's right KEVIN NINE! I had to come up with that gay name so people would quit picking on me, and so I could have another nick name. Now I don't want to brag, but I heard some people in the back saying that I bitched through......."the whole f'n GROUP THERAPY".........that's a couple more nick names to use in filler for my promos........Now.......you realize I HAVE to start every sentence with now.....it's a requirement. Now as I go through old tapes of Phili's wrestling organization for more ideas to sound original I have come across a crackhead that will chicken out of every guy he calls out like Mr. Richards, and a high-class street rat with a sexual name like a certain Kimona. But I do NOT copy, I am COMPLETELY original! Just look....I have an INCH more hair then Raven does. And I have different socks too. Now....(tries to get out of the corner but realizes he's stuck.).....little help. (two stage hands push him out of the corner and Nemesis stands up losing a couple more clip-on fake earings.)
Nemesis(K-9): NOW........I forgot what I was saying so I'll just repeate myself a few more times, copy Tupac, Raven, or fill up my air time with a few more thousand quotes and nick names.
K-9 has had enough and has jumped K-9 from behind, knocking the mic out of his hand and throwing him to the canvas, this brings out Lone Wulf, how knocks K-9 flat on his back with a big boot to the face as Nemesis rolls out of the ring and the bell rings starting the match.
BS: What nerve by Nemisis. He basically called out K-9.
MP: I thought it was hilarious, hilarious baby!
Lone Wulf picks up K-9, low blow by K-9. He locks up Lone Wulf, Belly to Belly. Both men back up, drop kick by K-9, Lone Wulf still standing. K-9 off the ropes, clothesline. Lone Wulf still standing. K-9 off the ropes again, cross body block. Lone Wulf catches him and a fall away slam, sending K-9 to the outside. Lone Wulf follows him out, K-9 back up and gets into a fist fight with Lone Wulf.
MP: You think Lone Wulf is still feeling the effects?
BS: From what?
MP; The atomic weggie he suffered at the hands of Holmes.
BS: Who knows? Do you think K-9 has any brain getting into with the bigger Lone Wulf like that?
MP: I never thought he had any, yeah.
Lone Wulf grabs K-9 and power bombs him on the concrete sidewalk. He takes K-9 and drops him with a pile driver. K-9 splits open. Lone Wulf takes the split open K-9 and rubs his face on the concrete.
MP: Do you think Lone Wulfy had is kibble today?
BS: Say what?
MP: Nevermind baby!
Cue Up : All In The Family by Korn.
BS: Wait ..whats going on here? There's some kind of commotion, over on the southeast corner of the square, and SOME music is playing.
Out from the 42nd Street and Broadway subway station steps Steve Radder, to a huge ovation from all the fans in attendance in Times Square. Engrossed in their own match, K-9 and Lone Wulf don't notice ..
BS: There he is! The Extreme Champion is here! He's got the title, and a chair!
MP: Oh no, baby.
Radder steps up onto the apron, behind K-9, who has his back turned. He winds up, and smacks K-9 clean across the back and head with the chair. K-9 falls unconscious to the mat.
BS: That .. that swing woulda been out of Yankee Stadium!
MP: [Grumbling.] He's still not a swinger like me, baby.
BS: And Radder steps through the ropes, advancing on Lone Wulf, who is slowly backing off. What's this? Radder's dropped the chair! He extends his hand, as if to shake, and ... Lone Wulf, takes it, hesitantly.
Radder yanks Lone Wulf towards him, and kicks him square in the crotch. Radder then spins him around, and to the fan's delight, hits Lone Wulf with an Absolute Zero on the chair. Radder then steps out of the ring, grabs the Extreme Title, which he left with the time keeper, but also the Intercontinental Title and a microphone. He steps back in the ring and drops the IC Belt over the prone bodies in the ring.]
Steve Radder : Now if you two idiots could hear me, I'd tell you to listen up. You can't, but I'll tell you anyway. LISTEN UP.
The fans pop, but begin to quiet themselves.
Steve Radder : This is the VERY CLOSEST you two will EVER get to carrying a belt other than the ones you use to hold up your jeans. I mean that. [He points at Lone Wulf and K-9.] Put together, you two might have the brains to outsmart a Three Toed Sloth. You might also have the wrestling talent put together to take out a koala bear. The only way you have EVER done anything, and any of your friends ever have, is by attacking in groups.
This ... [He gestures to the carnage in the ring.] Is for everyone you've ever screwed with. For EVERY match Manifest Stupidity has ever interfered in, this is part of the payback. Do you get the message? Steve Radder will NO LONGER sit back and let a pack of idiots like you guys run wild. No more fans booing because the match they wanted to see didn't end.
Listen up in the back : At the PPV, I screwed Zieba and Harders. Today, I screw YOU.He steps up on the middle turnbuckle in one corner. And puts a mock-serious look on his face.
Steve Radder : LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER, AND NEW EWI INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION ...
Radder pauses while the fans slowly begin to cheer louder and louder.
Steve Radder : Representing ... THE FAMILY ..
The cheers turn into a roar.
Steve Radder : ME!
The fans who were not already on their feet, leap up to them, while Radder steps from the ring carrying the Intercontinental and Extreme Titles.
BS: Can you believe it? I can't believe what we just saw here!!!
MP: What just happened? I’m lost. Did Radder win the title?
BS: I guess so. I guess we have a new champion, in Steve Radder. There has to be a ruling on this!
MP: Make praise to Steve! Two titles in EWI! A TRUE Swinger!
BS: Well hopefully something will be made of this. Coming up next is the main event! Casanova Clique versus Simply Stunning and that is NEXT!
BS: Welcome back folks and get ready cause it's time!
MP: Quit with all the chit-chat and let's get to it! Simply Stunning is about to become the Tag Champions!
BS: Well on that note we'll go to the ring, but first we have Victoria McCave coming to the ring getting ready for an interview.
MP: That Tart? What in Bloody Blue Blazes is she doing here?
BS: Well Vickie it seems that Mike is happy to see you. Take it away.
VM: Well Mike knows where he can go. At this time ladies and gentlemen I would like to present to you the newest force in EWI and at the next Pay Per View he will be in the main event facing Eddy Love for the world title. He is PAT BLACK!!!
['Black Sabbith' - Type O Negative begins to play as Black comes to the ring through the crowd with Lady Death in tow. He grabs a house mic and slumps into the corner of the ring. Lady Death sits on the top turnbuckle above him. Black motions to Victoria McCave to enter the ring.]
PB: This interview will now commence.
[When McCave enters the ring Lady Death hops down to the ring.]
VM: Pat Black, why are you here in EWI?
PB: Hmmph. I thought I made that obvious at Genesis. To pry the world title from the hands of one Edward Love.
VM: So you just think you can stroll into EWI and make yourself the number one contender.
PB: Well didn't I?
VM: Well your plan almost worked. But now you have to face two men in the ring for the world title.
PB: That was an unexpected (inhales deeply) bonusssssssss. To recieve and inflict from and on two other combatants makes me rush with adrenaline.
[Lady Death starts rubbing Black's shoulders.]
VM: What is this fascination you have with violence and death?
[Black stands and goes nose to nose with McCave.]
PB: There is no greater thrill than standing on the brink of oblivion, staring into the abyss and not flinching when the abyss stares back. Can you understand that MIss McCave? Can anyone here in *spits* New York? No you cant. These scars on my wrists are proof of that. The months I've spent in rehab are proof of that. And not some high and mighty Betty Ford like that lightweight Kevin Powers. I speak of state run facilities where they lock you in a room and forget about you until somebody claims you. Or you get out on your own. And now with the MWC becoming EWI there is no greater chance of me looking over the brink of oblivion then right here in EWI.
[At this point Lady Death stands behind McCave and puts her arm around her. McCave becomes very nerrvous.]
VM: Aren't you worried about retaliation from Manifest Destiny who you cleared from the ring when you rescued Eddy Love?
PB: Fear it? I look forward to it?
VM: And why all of a sudden did you show up at Genesis? Did you already have a contract signed with EWI?
[Black becomes infuriated a this line of questioning.]
PB: This interview is over.
[Black gives a signal to Lady Death who then knocks McCave down. Black slides out of the ring to a chorus of boos and thrown trash. Lady Death follows behind. Soon McCave makes her way to the announcers table and sits with Sanders and Powers.]
BS: Are you O.K.?
VM: Yeah I'm fine, but MAN is he creepy!
MP: Oh baby when you went to your back and your legs were in the air. Grrrrrr.
VM: I should punch you in the mouth right now!
BS: Save it for later cause we're gonna go to the match right now.
Once the bell sounded it was all action throughout the match. Allthat started for the new World Champs as Wilcox started for his duo. They instantly went into a elbow and collar tieup with Allthat flinging Wilcox out with a armdrag takedown. Wilcox soon got back up and they locked up again only to be caught with the same move once more. Again they locked back up, but when Allthat tried to hit the move it was Wilcox with the block and instead wrapped Allthat's arm behind his back. Allthat was able to counter, but he was soon countered back until Allthat was able to escape and it turned right back into a staring contest.
BS: And it looks like its a standstill in the beginning.
VM: Well both teams are equal in just about everything except for a couple of obvious features.
MP: Perhaps it would be the new birds that are with Simply Stunning? Jill and Susan? YEAH BABY! You know the girls are SWINGERS!
VM: Oh yeah. SS goes and gets girls and dresses them up to look like tramps just so they can distract. What manger license do they have?,/p>
MP: Oh baby I'm sorry.
VM: Sorry for what?
MP: I'm sorry that you're just a WANNA-BE and NEVER WILL BE!!!
[Before McCave can make a move Sanders grabs her arm.]
BS: He does that on purpose and you know it.
VM: Still. He's a dirty son-of-a----
MP: Careful baby. You know how Co-Owner Zieba feels about cussing.
Allthat goes to tag out to Johnson as Wilcox does the same to Hardy. Hardy goes into the ropes and comes off with a tackle to Johnson. Hardy then goes to the oppostie side of the ropes and jumps over a horizontal Johnson. Coming back Johnson is back up and tries to hit with a clothesline, but Hardy ducks it and goes into the ropes again. Coming back Hardy leaps over with a leapfrog and hits the ropes once more. Coming back off Johnson tries for a punch, but Hardy hooks the arm and wraps around him only to deliever a DDT.
MP: What a move by my boys! Go STUNNING GO!
VM: He couldn't be biased if he tried.
MP: Just like you are with the male visitors to your bedroom!
VM: PUNK!
BS: Relax you two!
Hardy goes to tag out to Wilcox and he comes in to pick up a dazed Johnson. Wilcox hits with a bodyslam and then goes to the top rope. He leaps off with a fist, but connects with nothing as Johnson moves out of the way. Johnson back up to his feet comes off the ropes catching a off-guard Wilcox with a lariat clothesline. He then stands up, picks Wilcox up, and picks him up in a vertical suplex which comes crashing down hard. Johnson then grabs Wilcox by the head and drags him to the Casanova Clique corner where he tags out to Allthat. Allthat comes in by placing a dropkick on the wobbled Wilcox. Allthat then throws Wilcox into the corner while he backs up towards the opposite side. Allthat then comes charging in leaping for a splash, but Wilcox moves in time so Allthat catches nothing but turnbuckle. Wilcox manages to tag in Hardy and he quickly attacks the staggered Allthat.
MP: Yeah baby! Back in control.
VM: You like it when your boys have control don't you?
MP: Of course baby yeah!
VM: Too bad all the ladies you've been with have said that your 'ahem' boy tends to loose control prematurely!
MP: WHAT?
BS: Oh HA HA HA!!! That was a good one Vickie!
MP: Square! And you are such a Bi----
VM: (mocking Mike Powers voice) Careful baby. You know how Zieba gets about cussing.
Hardy pulls out Allthat and starts to punch and chop him towards the ropes. He then whips Allthat to the opposite side and charges with a running clothesline. Allthat comes off the ropes, ducks the clothesline, stops in his tracks, and catches Hardy with a short arm clothesline of his own. Allthat then picks up Hardy and attempts to whip him into the ropes, but Hardy reverses it and does the same, but Allthat reverses it as well and eventually Hardy comes into the turnbuckle catching an out of place ref and crushing him to the ground. After the ref goes down both Johnson and Wilcox come into the ring and begin to throw the rule book out of the window.
VM: And now all four men are in the ring taking advantage of the situation!
BS:Well, this match is heating up, and it could go anyway.
MP:Oh yeah baby, but the ref just went down, and all four men are in the ring, and Hardy just threw Althat out, and he follows.
BS:Wait, wait, here comes Bret Kross and Matt Martin. martin to the outside where hardy and Althat are, and he just knocked out Althat with a chair. And Hardy goes down by the chair too!!! He throws Hardy over the railing, and now is pounding on Althat.
VM: What the? This was a perfect match until those two made their way down to ringside!
MP:Meanwhile baby, Kross hasn't made a move yet. But Wilcox is on top, and Kross knocks him down, that bloody son of a...
BS:Calm down Mike. Wilcox, fails to the mat, as Kross jumps in the ring. He picks up Johnson and theres the BRASS BOMB. Martin throws the chair in to Kross, as he lays it on the mat. He sets up Johnson for another BRASS BOMB, right on the chair, exactly what he did to Lone Wolf. Martin recovers hardy and throws him in the ring. Althat by the way is out cold. Kross knocks out Hardy with the chair. Martin picks up Althat on the outside, and delivers the REIGN. And now throws him into the ring. Kross has put Hardy, Johnson and Althat in three different corners. Now Martin finds Wilcox, DDts him on the mat and throws him in. Kross puts him in the last empty corner, and leaves the ring. The ref is starting to come too, but Martin punches him right down and him and Kross leave to the back.
MP:Hardy, Wilcox, get up, baby, this is your chance, it could be smashing.
VM: Wait a second! The ref is starting to move and he's making a motion towards the timekeeper....oh no!
BS: He's calling for the bell! Who won this match?
MP: I think we're about to find out right now cause Ring Announcer Mark Bravo is gonna call it.
MB: The referee has declared this match a double disqualification!!!
BS: A double DQ? Oh that's not gonna sit too well with Simply Stunning or The Casanova Clique.
MB: Since the title can only change hands on pinfall, surrender, or submission. Your champions are STILL The CASANOVA CLIQUE!!!!!
VM: Well I think that The Clique would've love to have gotten the win instead of this. Kross and Martin are gonna be hunted men VERY soon!
MP: I can't believe this! They should've won! Damn that Kross and Martin!
BS: Well he sounds happy. Well that's all the time we have from Times Square for this very first edition of Heatwave. For.....
VM: Wait a second. We have one more thing.....
['Turn the Page' - Metallica comes on as Co-Owner Zieba makes his way to the ring.]
Z: Well it seems we have a problem. In the finals of the Intercontineltal Tourny it was Lone Wulf versus K-9. So that makes one think that only one of those two should win the title. Now can someone answer me how STEVE RADDER can take the title? Well Steve-O guess what! You are NOT the champion no matter how much you think you are. Instead, at Shockwave in Boston, it will be Lone Wulf versus K-9 and it will be for the Intercontinental Title! To make it more interesting it will be inside of a STEEL CAGE! And, cause I love to spew out rules, ONLY Lone Wulf or K-9 can win the title! That's all I've got.
[Zieba's music starts back up as he heads towards the back.]
BS: Well justice is served! It'll be Lone Wulf against K-9 for the IC title inside of a steel cage! Boston get ready cause Shockwave is coming! For Victoria McCave, Mike Powers, and everyone assiocated with Extreme Wrestling International. This is Brett Sanders saying Good night from Times Square!