[The scene opens up backstage at the ARCO Arena in the parking lot area. There we see a white limo pull up slowly.]

BS: Folks it looks like we're gonna start early and we've got a limo pulling up!

GM: It must be Gottfriend. After the respectable actions he took in San Francisco he's making sure that this show doesn't get out of hand as well.

BS: How was the last show different?

GM: Hey there were FAIR calls at the last show.

[As the driver opens the door EWI Owner Erik Zieba steps out holding onto some paperwork.]

BS: ZIEBA IS HERE TONIGHT!

GM: Oh Lord I just got this sick feeling in my stomach.

[As Zieba is walking towards the door he sees some of the EWI security standing around.]

EZ: Hey have any of you seen Commissioner Dupree?

Security: No sir.

EZ: Alright then. Oh, by the way, if Gottfriend makes his way here .... keep his ass out of the building for his is now considered off-limits.

Security: Yes sir.

[Zieba then turns and heads into the arena.]

BS: WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT!

GM: BANNED? Gottfriend BANNED? Oh Zieba is quickly stirring the pot with moves like that!



[The camera cuts to The ARCO Arena right in Sacramento, California. 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: Welcome one and all to the third installment of the EWI’s California Cruisin' tour that continues right here in Sacramento! Welcome to HEATWAVE! Joining me as always is the man on my right Gary McFarland. Gary....what's going on?

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentleman hailing from Somewhere better than this here is Mr. Wrestling2k. (Cue up "Sweet Emotion" as MW2k makes his way down the ramp. He has on his familiar White mask and a T-shirt that reads "All Roads Lead to Sampson". He has the mic in hand and speaks as he walks the ramp.)

MW2k: You know even on the ride over here just a few short hours ago the local rock radio station was still giving away tickets to tonight’s show….. the DJ was spouting out some lines about how they didn’t realize that they were available until the last minute, but you and I both know that’s not what’s happening… they did not "find" extra promotional tickets, the truth is that Erik Zima’s refusal to come across with the gelt to sign a top star has resulted in pitiful sized crowds with extremely low IQ’s just like we have here in San Francisco. . (MW2k points around the arena as the camera pans it shows not a single empty seat.) Now I coulda signed to wrestle at this card unmasked and people woulda camped out for weeks just to get a ticket to take a look at the man that no man can stop and no woman wants to, but the front office at EWI belives that you people come to see shear brutality, not a grappling artist like myself

Now while many of you are buying into this new wrestling machine named Mr. Wrestling Too Kind that the EWI has lured, there’s just no personality there to really care about, is there? Well I would Love to pull this mask off (tugs at the mask as if to remove it, causing a huge pop) but lets face it just as Zima refuses to pay a megastar like myself what I’m worth, you California ferries don’t deserve to see the hottest name in professional wrestling. However, my path to Rod Sampson does continue tonight through the man called Sky Spermicide (huge pop at Sky’s name) that’s right I know you love Skyler in fact many of you coulda been the original poster children for spermicide , it’s true, but your man tonight faces a masked version of the immovable object. So once again I am handicapped, I cannot use my usual invincible wrestling style , or my unbelievable finishing move…. And hell I really don’t think the Chemotherapy move I used to stop Cancer would work against Sky Spermicide, so I have dipped into my vast arsenal once again and come up with yet another closer that I call grounded homicide and little Skyler, I’m gonna use it to bring you down to Earth.


Debut Match

Dusty Thompson vs "Wrestling Matt" Bishop

6'7", 275lbs | 6' 3", 235lbs

Badlands, Texas | Greenville, SC

"I Wanna Be A Cowboy" | "Rock Superstar" - Cypress Hill


BS: Newcomer, Dusty Thompson will be facing off against "Wrestling Matt" Bishop from Greenville, SC.

GM: Who? I thought he was fighting a guy named Slivers or something.

BS: It was Shivers, not Slivers.

GM: Well, where's he?

BS: I dunno, I've never heard of the guy. No one with that name ever showed up.

GM: Okey dokey.

BS: Let's get to the match.

Dusty starts off the match with a clothesline, knocking his opponent to the ground. Thompson picks him up and takes him down with a belly to back suplex. Bishop slowly gets up and Thompson whips him into the ropes. When he comes off, Dusty levels him with a Slobber Knocker (spinning back fist). Bishop rolls out of the way and attempts to drop kick Thompson, but Thompson moves out of the way and Wrestling Matt falls to the canvas with a thud. Thompson into the ropes and comes off with a baseball slide on Bishop. He pulls Bishop up by his hair and, as Bishop staggers, Thompson runs into the ropes and hits Bishop with a bulldog. Bishop gets to his feet as Thompson climbs to the top rope. Bishop turns around just in time to be met with a clothesline from Dusty off of the top turnbuckle, knocking Bishop head over heels. Thompson pulls Bishop up and throws him to the corner and Bishops face bounces off of the turnbuckle with a smack. As he reels back, Thompson catches him and sets him up for a powerbomb. He picks Bishop up and powerbombs him right into the turnbuckle (Texas Dead Drop). Thompson then ascends the turnbuckle and pulls Wrestling Matt up and locks him up for a suplex and nails him with a suplex slam. Thompson with the cover... One, two, three!

Winner: Dusty Thompson


BS: And Dusty Thompson wins in his debut match with his finisher, The Duststorm against "Wrestling Matt" Bishop!

GM: What a gem he turned out to be.

BS: Up next, we have...

("In My World" by Anthrax cues up and the crowd comes to life with a chorus of boos. Out from the entranceway steps the Steel City Icon, John Miller.)

BS: ...an interview from John Miller, apparently.

(Miller looks out on the sea of fans, and with mic in hand, and chair in tote, he begins to speak.)

Miller: Look, I'm not out here because I wanna be, I've just got a little something to request!

(The fans start to chant "Asshole!" but Miller cuts them off.)

Miller: Hey, shut up! This is my time to talk! Any of you jerk offs out there want to come up here and take this mic out of my hands, be my damned guest! Now back to what I was sayin! Tabu, tonight's the night baby! This is it! The moment you've been waiting for! You beat me, and you get another chance at freedom! I beat you, and well... frankly it looks like you're gonna' go back to bein' Saul's bitch! But let's make this a little more interesting, shall we?

(The fans start to stir at Miller's comments.)

Miller: Yeah, howabout we make this a RESPECT match. I mean, come on, I did say I'd shake your hand if you beat me, didn't I? Well howabout you return the favor.

(Fans boo as if wanting something else.)

Miller: No no, don't get all pissy people. You know it's not my style to just settle for a simple ol' respect match... no no no. No, this match will be a FLAMING TABLE Respect Match! That's right! First one that gets put through the table loses!

(Fans cheer in delight.)

Miller: Shut up, I didn't ask you to cheer!

(Fans start the "Asshole!" chant back up again.)

Miller: Whatever. Later on tonight, the chant comin' out of your mouths won't be one berating me... it'll be one for the EWI. Let's take this mother hardcore!

(Miller walks to the back as the camera fades back to the announcers.)

BS: Well that should certainly make things interesting. We'll have to see if Dupree or Zieba allow those stipulations to come into play.

GM: Eh, knowing them, they won't.

BS: Alright, it's time to go back to the ring and witness the match between Cole Steel and Jeffrey Roberts. Any thoughts, Garrett?

GM: These two are both good young talents, but Roberts is a former Intercontinental champion. Steele has yet to make a name for himself, but it could easily happen tonight if Roberts is off his game.

BS: Let's go to the ring.


'Triple X' Cole Steele vs Jeffrey Roberts

6'2", 232lbs | 6'3", 240lbs

Cleveland, OH | Orlando, FL

"More Human than Human" - White Zombie | "Paint It Black" - Gob


BS: Two of the young lions here in EWI, Cole Steele and Jeffrey Roberts can really fly. I expect an exciting match.

GM: Hey, if I wanted to see a tumbling routine I'd watch gymnastics. High-flying is nothing but cheap, acrobatic horse sh-

BS: (Interrupting Garret) Obviously the fans are entertained by it, why can't you lighten up Macfarland?

GM: Because I'm spending this evening stuck next to you Sanders.

Steele is out first, receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd as he and his valet, Paradise, enter the ring. Out next is Roberts who is accompanied by his Inner Circle stablemate, "Mr. Main Event" Rob Sampson. Roberts rolls into the ring while Sampson maintains a vigil on the outside. Roberts and Steele move quickly into a collar and elbow tie-up. Roberts takes control with a side headlock and takes Steele over to the mat with it. Roberts leans back into the headlock hoping for a cover but Cole counters by putting a headscissors on Roberts. Roberts kips out of the headscissors to his feet and Steele is to his vertical base as well. Steele applies a headlock on Roberts and takes him over. Roberts with the headscissor counter but Steele pops out of it in similar fashion.

GM: An early feeling up err....out period here.

BS: Get your mind out of the gutter.

Roberts nails Cole Steele with a right hand and sends him to the ropes. Steele slides under the bottom rope and pops up on the apron. Roberts charges and Triple X meets him with an elbow to the side of the head. Steele springboards off the top rope to try a huracanrana on the stunned Roberts. Roberts has the presence of mind to push Steele off his shoulders before he has time to execute the move. Cole lands on his feet and takes a swing at Roberts, Jeffrey ducks and catches Steele in a waistlock from behind. Roberts attempts a release German suplex, but Steele jumps into it and lands on his feet with a backflip.

BS: What action! These two are lighting it up in the ring tonight but no one yet has been able to hit a decisive move.

GM: You can bet that by the time they get down to business, they will be so worn out that it won't take much to put either of them away.

Steele hits a dropkick that sends Roberts tumbling through the ropes to the apron. He manages to hang on to a rope to prevent from falling to the floor. Steele runs at the dazed Roberts and slides past him to the outside of the ring, tripping up Jeffrey's feet in the process. Roberts falls and smacks his head on the apron, Cole grabs him quickly and bulldogs him on the floor. Steele slides back into the ring and eyes Roberts on the outside.

GM: That could be the decisive move we were talking about.

BS: Wait! Look who's coming out on the entrance ramp! It's The Darkness!

The Darkness comes slowly out onto the entrance ramp but doesn't roam any nearer to the ring. Steele watches him and looks indecisive for a moment. Steele then turns his attention back to Roberts, runs and goes flying outside of the ring for a somersault plancha, but Roberts has moved!

BS: Big mistake on Triple X's part there. Had he kept his focus on Roberts, he would have the upper hand still. The Darkness is laughing, perhaps screwing Steele over is what he intended.

Roberts has rolled Steele back into the ring and throws him down hard with a belly to belly suplex. Roberts goes for the cover, 1...2...only two. Roberts with a double underhook DDT...2 count. Jeffrey picks Cole up and walks him over to the ropes. Roberts slides under to the apron.

GM: Looks like Roberts is setting up a springboard here...

But before Roberts can pull off the move, Steele shakes out the cobwebs and doubles Roberts over with a right hand. Steele takes two steps back and vaults over Roberts to the outside with a sunset flip that turns into a powerbomb!

BS: Good night! Did you see the way Roberts' head bouced off the floor?

GM: Roberts is out cold. Cole Steele is making his way back in the ring.

The referee is counting as Steele slides back into the ring. Roberts isn't moving and the referee makes the ten count.

Winner: "Triple X" Cole Steele


BS: Cole Steele will win this one in what has to be considered an upset, but keep in mind that Roberts was counted out and not pinned or made to submit.

GM: Bah! Roberts woud have won if not for Roberts cheating!

BS: Well I would hardly call it cheating, Garrett. Hold on, I'm being told our cameras have caught up with the Assasssins. We all remember the heinous attack they perpetrated last week on Shockwave.


(the scene shifts to a shot of the Assassins coming down the hallway to a nice reaction from the arena crowd. Out of nowhere someone slams into Osirus from the side sending him sprawling through an office window on the other side. The receptionist inside screams and runs further into the office away from the shatterred glass. Just as quickly a second man clamps his large arms around Orion's neck and clamps in a cobra clutch. As he writhes in pain, Chris Titan slowly walks up in front of him limping and dragging a baseball bat. Titan frowns deeply while at the same time grinning as wide as his mouth with let him as he approaches. Hunter lets up on the hold, but holds Orion in place so he can see what is going on. Orion's face takes on a look of terror as he sees Titan approaching.)

Titan: "Hellooooooo. Well if it isn't my favorite constellation." (looking through the window at Osirus laying in a pool of blood and broken glass unconscious) "It would seem that your little friend had an accident. Much like the accident we came into last week. I do hope that was an accident. It would be unfortunate for you....and for your accomplice, if it were otherwise. In fact, it seems that it is unfortunate for you whether it was an accident or not...."

(Titan lays into Orion with the bat, striking him in the stomach and doubling over as Hunter drops him. Titan brings the bat down over his back two more times, crumpling him to the floor. Titan motions to Hunter and he lifts Orion up and slings him as hard as he can into the stone wall, dropping him again to the floor. Titan then crawls down on his stomach to bring his mouth an inch from Orion's ear, with the same wicked grin from before.)

Titan: (whispering) "My fine dreaming friend, tell your boss that if he continues this course of action, you will be but the first of many casualties around here....that is....if you're able to tell him....."

(Titan stands up and delivers one last kick to Orion's ribs before turning and walking away with Hunter expressionless.)


BS: Oh my...

GM: Vengeance is mine sayeth the Night Cripplers! Haha!

BS: I have a very bad feeling that things are only going to continue to get worse between those two.

GM: No kidding, Dick Tracy. What was your first clue?

BS: Let's go to the ring.


'Turn On' Tony Sajec vs. 'Too Sweet' Brian Schwartz

6' 0", 225lbs | 6'4", 230lbs

Venice Beach, California | Detroit, MI

'Right Next Door to Hell' - Guns and Roses | "Nookie" - Limp Bizkit


After an extended entrance by "Turn-On" Tony Sajec, complete with pyrotechnics and live dancers, the crowd was in a frenzy going into this match. "Too Sweet" Brian Schwartz was not amused by the flamboyant entrance and went right after Sajec early catching him off-balance with a couple of nice dropkicks. Schwartz went for an early finish trying to hit Sajec with a brain buster, but "Turn-On" managed to twist out of the hold landing behind Schwartz and quickly capitalized with a half-nelson suplex. Sajec went on offense and nailed Schwartz with DDT followed by a flurry of poses from the charismatic "Turn-On". Sajec spiked Schwartz to the mat with a reverse Death Valley Driver, kipped up, sprang to the top turnbuckle and then drove the Turn-On Elbow into the chest of Schwartz for a high-altitude finish.

Winner: 'Turn On' Tony Sajec


BS: A relatively easy win for Tony Sajec. He seems to be developing into quite the talent.

GM: Sanders, even I could look good in there again Brian Schwartz. Gimme a break.

BS: Yes, well...moving right along...

GM: This next match should be great! God I would give anything for Dupree or Zieba to come down and make it offically a burning table match.

BS: Don't forget the respect stipulation.

GM: Yeah, that too.


"The Steel City Icon" John Miller vs. Tabu

6'4", 265lbs | 6'4", 240lbs

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania | Bombay, India

"In My World" - Anthrax |


The "Steel City Icon" makes his way out to the ring first to a loud heel pop from the crowd. Seconds later, Tabu comes tearing down the aisle and hops into the ring. He paces around frantically. The referee begins to call for the bell when the proceedings are suddenly interrupted by Powerman 5000's "When Worlds Collide" playing over the sound system as Commissioner Dupree walks out from the back. Dupree makes his way into the ring and procures the microphone from the ring announcer.

CD: It's come to my attention that the two of you have developed an issue with each other and that because of said issue, Mr. Miller here has requested that this match be turned into a burning tables respect match. Well since this is Heatwave, I think that match would only be appropriate. So, gentlemen, have at it!

GM: Oh hell yeah! Fire! Fire!

BS: Sheesh, Garrett. Get a hold of yourself.

The crowd pops huge for this announcement. Dupree walks back to the locker room and finally the referee calls for the bell. The two men circle each other for a few moments before Tabu shoots in with a double-leg takedown. Miller kicks him away and stands back up. The combatants lock up and this time Miller gains the advantage. He comes up with an exploder suplex out of nowhere that sends Tabu across the ring.

BS: What power by Miller! He almost threw Tabu completely out of the ring.

Tabu comes back to his feet. Miller charges him, but Tabu connects with a dropkick to Miller's knee. Tabu follows up with a dragon screw leg whip and then applies a leglock. As he cranks the hold, Tabu pounds on Miller's knee with his free hand.

GM: This is smart for Tabu to do. If Miller can't stand, Miller can't throw him around.

Miller claws his way to the ropes and the referee starts to count Tabu down. Upon reaching five, the referee forcibly pulls Tabu off of Miller, who rolls out of the ring. He walks around for several moments trying to restore the circulation to his knee. Before going back into the ring, Miller reaches under the ring and pulls out 2 tables. He sets them up outside the ring and then climbs back in in.

BS: Miller's anxiousness is showing here. I really doubt we're near the point where someone will be going through one of those tables yet.

Tabu goes for an Arabian leg lariat but Miller catches him in mid-air and turns the move into a powerslam. He pulls Tabu back up and whips him into the corner where he punishes him with a series of reverse elbows to the head and knees to the stomach. Miller grabs Tabu by the throat and throws him out of the corner to the center of the ring. A weary Tabu struggles to his feet only to be met by a clothesline from Miller that sends him into a 180-degree spin.

BS: Miller almost took Tabu's head off with that clothesline!

GM: Tabu's tough though. He can take it.

Miller scoops Tabu up and slams him down to the canvas and then begins to climb the turnbuckles. He leaps off with a diving elbow but Tabu rolls out of the way and immediately rolls out to where the tables are set up. He gets one of the tables into the ring and then rolls back in. Tabu catches Miller with a spinning heel kick and then piledrives him. Suddenly Saul E. Dangerously comes running down to ringside and yells at Tabu to set the table up. Dangerously throws Tabu a can of lighter fluid which Tabu douses the table with.

GM: Uh oh! Miller may be about to get barbecued!

BS: Could Tabu win this match so soon!?

Before Tabu can set the table ablaze, Miller comes from behind and executes a cobra clutch suplex. He then rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. He climbs back into the ring but Tabu is waiting and dropkicks the chair into Miller's face. Miller goes down and Tabu gets a running start but shocks the crowd by leaping out of the ring onto Dangerously with a tope.

GM: What the hell is Tabu thinking!?

BS: Well we know that things haven't been too great between them lately. Obviously Tabu doesn't want Saul E. out here!

Back in the ring, Miller grabs the chair which moments earlier had been kicked into his face and rolls out of the ring. Tabu has slid back into the ring and is going for a springboard plancha that Dangerously is able to sidestep just in time. Miller catches him with a hard chair shot however and Dangerously goes down. Miller blows his nose on Dangerously and then rolls Tabu back into the ring. Miller sets the table up in a corner, douses it with more lighter fluid, and then lights it up. The crowd goes wild at the sight of the flames.

BS: My God, Miller's actually going to do it!

GM: Well hell yeah he is! What'd you think he was gonna do!?

Miller pulls Tabu to his feet, but Tabu catches him with a forearm shot that staggers the big man. Tabu grabs him with a front facelock and then jumps up on the second turnbuckle. He leaps off for a tornado DDT but only gets halfway around before Miller reverses it, and runs all the way across the ring, spearing Tabu through the flaming table with the Iron Curtain. The referee calls for the bell as the crowd chants, "Holy shit!" repeatedly. The referee declares Miller the winner.

Winner: "The Steel City Icon" John Miller


Miller pulls Tabu out of the flaming mass, where he promptly pulls him to his feet. Tabu falls back against the ropes, obviously hurt by the table spot. He extends his hand, and Miller waits. He looks around to the crowd. Then Miller steps out of the ring, to the ring apron, and everyone starts chanting, "Asshole!" Miller steps back inside and shakes his hand as the fans start clapping.

BS: Well it looks as if these really have gained respect for one another!

GM: Yahoo. Three cheers for good f'n sportsmanship. Can we move along, please?

BS: Yes, your majesty. Up next we have Jonathan Davis taking on Major Deluxe.

GM: Ah geez. Why can't we put something good on instead?

BS: That's enough, Garrett. Let's go to the ring.


'The Naughty Frog' Jonathan Davis vs Major Deluxe

6' 4", 233lbs | 6' 9", 312lbs

The Dark Pond | Albany, New York

| Jeff Jarrett's Theme Music


Major Deluxe comes down to the ring, wearing sharp looking shiny black tights and a silver shirt hanging loosely. He's gut and ready, looking fiery, on the ball. He flexes and struts in the ring while waiting for the naughty frog.

The naughty frog comes next, he looks pale and flabby, with a little bit of a beer gut. We wears simply his wrestling boots, a t-shirt with the words, 'FrogStomp' on it in fading green letters and a pair of budweiser 'frog' boxers. He saunters down to the ring. Once he gets to the ring, he turns to acknowledge the crowd and starts to hop up and down.

GM: I'm stunned.

BS: What?

GM: How desperate is Zieba for talent?

BS: I hadn't thought he was that desperate... but still.

While the 'Naughty Frog' hops outside the ring, Major Deluxe's patience wears thin, he bounces off the ropes and smashes into Davis with a baseball slide. Davis bounces off the guardrail and lands flat on his back. Deluxe kicks him a few times, then mocks Davis's hopping motions.

GM: Normally I can't stand showboating, but...

BS: I know, I know... go nuts Major.

Major Deluxe stops grandstanding and whips off his shiny silver shirt, then grabs Davis and fires him into the ringsteps with a thunderous crash. Deluxe wanders over and spits on Davis. He picks up Davis, then fires him back into the ring. He rolls into the ring, grabs Davis, spins him up into the air and drops him with a Powerbomb. He lands with a loud smack on the matt. Deluxe drops an Elbow on Davis. Then grabs him by the hair and drags him back up. He winds up and demolishes Davis with a savage clotheline. Davis does a 360 degree spin in the air before landing in a crumpled heap.

GM: Ouch.

BS: Best colour man in the business folks.

GM: Shut up, Brett.

Deluxe gets tired of playing with Davis, and grabs him by the legs, he locks on the Wipe Out (Walls of Jericho), and cinches it up. Davis wisely submits seconds later.

Winner: Major Deluxe


GM: I...I'm stunned. Major Deluxe has scored a victory in the EWI!

BS: Well of course he did. Anyone can succeed if they're determined.

GM: Whatever. Next, please.

BS: Alrighty. Maybe this is more up your alley. Sky Suicide will be taking on Mr. Wrestling 2K in a Federation title tournament match.

GM: Now this is a match I can get into. I don't trust that Mr. Wrestling 2K guy, but he seems decent enough despite his hatred for Rob Sampson. Sky Suicide, well, his name says it all.

BS: Indeed. This should be an excellent contest. Let's go to the ring.


Mr. Wrestling 2K vs. Sky Suicide

6'5", Unknown | 5'10", 228lbs

Unknown | Olympia, Washington

"Sweet Emotion" - Aerosmith | "I Hope You Die" - The Bloodhound Gang


Rocket Queen comes up on the loudspeakers, and Sky Suicide appears on the ramp. There's a burst of pyro, and Sky Suicide poses for a second, then heads on down the ramp to get into the ring, slapping hands and playing up to the fans. He stops at one particularly luscious blonde and gives her a deep kiss. Then he motions for her to take off her top, she's too shy to comply, and Sky shrugs, and heads on down to the ring. He jumps between the ropes, and gestures for the mike.

SS: Ladies, ladies, ladies... I'm sad to say that the search for the coveted valet position is over... for this year. But there is always next year. So any of you fine young things that want to take part in next years ex-trav-A-ganza... well you be sure to meet up with double S after the show and he'll be sure to collect your... applications! Enough talk, bring out the masked man! It's time he learned it's simply suicide to wrestle the Sky!

Cue up Sweet Emotion by Aerosmith. MW2k appears at the top of the ramp, he's wearing simple black tights to go with his mask. He's pumped though, with a large and muscular physique. He walks down the ramp ignoring the crowd, swinging his arms and loosening up. He stops by one fan with a sign, which reads' "MW2K = HULK HOGAN!", shakes his head and moves on.

MW2K rolls into the ring, and casually gets to his feet. He shows no fear of Sky Suicide, and the contempt shows clearly through the mask. Sky simply waits for the bell with a smirk on his face. The bell rings, and the two lock up. MW2K forces Sky back into the corner, but before he can do anything else, Sky slips down between his legs and catches MW2K with a pair of vicious chops, each bringing a "Whoo!" from the crowd.

BS: Sky wisely using his speed here.

GM: He's gonna have to if he wants to stay with this guy. Mr Wrestling 2000 is a very big guy. I wonder...

BS: Who do you think it is?

GM: I'm not sure... but his style seems really similar to Mark Maverick.

BS: I don't think that Mark would bother with a mask. He tends to just walk in and start kicking tail.

Sky spends the first few minutes of the match confusing MW2k. He dodges, ducks and manages not to be where he's supposed to be for almost three minutes. The whole time punishing and embarrassing MW2k with punches, kicks, chops and hip tosses. Finally, MW2k slides out of the ring to catch his breath. Naturally, Sky nails him with a moonsault off the top rope.

GM: I thought Sky wasn't going to bother with training for this one.

BS: Thats' what he was saying in his promos...

Sky throws MW2k back into the ring. He drags the staggered big man up, whips him off the ropes and catches him with a back elbow. MW2K, staggers back, recovers and attempts a clothesline. Sky ducks, and tries to nail MW2k with a superkick, but gets nothing but air when MW2k telegraphs the move. MW2K smashes Sky into the matt with a thunderous full nelson slam. Sky bounces off the matt. MW2k grabs Sky, presses him up and drops him face first into the matt. Sky yowls and rolls away and into a fetal position.

BS: I guess Sky should have been a little faster.

GM: I think Sky needs to be a lot faster here. He's giving up about 75 pounds, and almost eight inches here.

MW2k drops and elbow onto Sky's head, flattening him. He stomps him twice, picks him up and fires him into the ropes. He grabs sky off the ropes and smacks him off the matt with a sidewalk slam, grabbing Sky's leg and going for the pin. Sky kicks out at the two. MW2k grunts, grabs Sky's leg and slaps on an anklelock. Sky squirms, spins around in the anklelock, and plants both of his feet in MW2k's mask, launching the big man back into the corner. Sky does a wiccup and lands back on his feet.

BS: That's it Sky, that's what you need, outfox the bigman!

GM: .... Forget it. Too easy.

Sky nails MW2k in the face with a crescent kick. MW2k slumps down and Sky bounces him out of the corner and off the ropes where he hits a corss body block. He gets a one count before MW2k presses him off with authority. MW2k sits up and shakes his head, Sky locks on a chinlock and starts reefing on the big mans neck.

BS: There you go Sky! Stay on him!

GM: Uh oh... looks like Ash is wandering down to ringside.

Ash is indeed heading down to ringside. The everpresent cigarrette dangling from his lips. He stares at Sky's back with what can only be described as venom. Meanwhile, MW2k powers up and out of the chinlock, reverses Sky's hold and then spins Sky into a backbreaker. Sky arches his back and grimaces, but still has the presence of mind to avoid the legdrop from the bigman. Sky regains his feet and bounces off of the ropes to nail MW2k with a missile dropkick.

Ash times it perfectly, he waits until Sky goes to the ropes once again, then springs up and grabs the top rope. Sky goes flying over the top rope and lands facefirst with a splat. Ash begins stomping and kicking Ash. Grabs him and fires him back into the ring before the ref can catch him.

BS: Tough break for Sky, he was starting to light the big man up.

GM: For crying out loud Ash! Was that really necessary?

MW2k grabs sky and whips him off the ropes. Sky ducks the clotheline and launches himself off the ropes and onto Ash. MW2k spins around and looksconfused until he sees Ash and Sky brawling on the ground. Tony Sajec comes sprinting down to ringside and nails Ash with an axe kick. Before he can even celebrate, Malign spears him from behind and a pier six brawl is underway. All the while the ref is counting, and MW2k is relaxing in a corner watching the ongoing brawl.

BS: Quite the slobberknocker we've got going on here!

GM: Here comes SSN security!

Security intervenes and forces the four men apart. Meanwhile the ref hits ten in the count and counts out Sky Suicide. MW2k shrugs, and casually slides out of the ring, obviously not impressed with all the brawling.

Winner: Mr. Wrestling 2K (Via Countout)


MW2k saunters to the back ignoring the fans, the fracas and the security. All four men are trying desperately to get at each other. Finally, the Vital Idols head to the back. Malign and Ash staredown each other in the ring and it looks almost like another brawl is about to break out when suddenly 'Wildchild' by Renegade Master cues up and Owner Zieba appears on the ramp.

EZ: You know. Since you and Malign are so Hell bent on taking out The Vitol Idols I think ... no I KNOW you should face them at Bad Blood. So get ready Ash cause your fun is about to start.

(Zieba turns to walk away but is stopped by the sound of Ash's voice.)

A: Now, wait just a damn minute, Zeiba. In case you don't remember, I have a match with "Mr. Main Event" Rob Sampson here tonight. Now, what this means is that if... (ahem)... excuse me, WHEN I beat Sampson, I will go on to the next round of the tournament, which just so happens to be at the PPV. Then, I win the semi finals and go on to the last round. That makes 2 matches already at the PPV. Now, you know as well as I do, that no wrestler can stand up to THREE matches in one night. That's just retarded.

EZ: Well, Ash, that's your problem. You brought this on yourself.

(Zieba begins to walk away againt before Ash, once again, stops him.)

A: No, Zieba, it's YOUR problem. Now FIX IT!

EZ: (obviously annoyed) Well, how about this? How about either you or Malign finds a replacement for the match, and you don't have to work it. It doesn't matter who it is. Any wrestler on our roster can take your spot. And you've gotta find him by the PPV. Hell, Ash, that gives you over a week to find him. Shouldn't be too much of a problem, right?

A: (with a grin) Oh no. Not a problem at all.

EZ: Good. I didn't think it would be. But, Ash, if no one is found... it's your ass. Of course if you should FAIL to win against Sampson tonight then you should have no problems facing The Vitol Idols at Bad Blood then now should you?

A: Well that's not going to happen.

EZ: Oh but if it does then I'm gonna make the match even MORE interesting. If you get pinned or if you submit during that match then you will LOSE the Television title.

A: WHAT???

EZ: Oh yes that's right. If Sajec, Suicide, or for that matter if Malign pins your makes you submit or surrender you will loose the title! So think about that as you go into your match against Sampson tonight.

A: Why you Ba---

EZ: Bite your tongue Ash. Oh and, by the way, It's been your pleasure!

Zieba heads back to the locker room, leaving Ash with a dumbfounded look etched on his face.

BS: What an announcement by Erik Zieba! Ash really stepped into it this time!

GM: This is a mockery! The man's our Television champion and he's subjected to this!?

BS: Hey, he asked for it, Garrett.

GM: Oh he did n...

BS: Sorry to interrupt you, Garret, but I understand something's going on in the back! Let's a camera back there!


As Mr. Wrestling 2K walks down the hall he is suddenly greeted by a chair to the face. MW2K staggers and reels back down the hallway when from out of nowhere Rob Sampson appears. Sampson holds the chair that was slammed into MW2K's face. He throws the chair at the masked man and then drives it in with his Show Stopper superkick, sending MW2K down. Sampson pulls the dazed masked man to his feet and rams him head-first through a glass display case. When MW2K rolls back over, blood can be seen oozing through his mask.

RS: "You wanted five minutes with me!? Request granted. If you knew me even half as well as you think you do you should know that 'Mr. Main Event' is never---EVER--lacking in confidence. Surprise, surprise...another jealous peon who couldn't beat me face-to-face so he puts on a mask and cries about the injustices I've dealt to him. Well, pal, you haven't seen a damn thing yet. I don't know who you are, and I don't care. You aren't worth my time.

With that, Sampson stomps on the fallen masked man a few times and then walks away.


GM: WOW!

BS: Rob Sampson apparently has had enough of Mr. Wrestling 2K's rhetoric and he's taken matters into his own hands!

GM: I love it! You don't f(beep) with Rob, baby!

BS: Watch your mouth, Garrett. Nonetheless, you are right. Sampson has never been one to back down from anyone and he's always well aware when his name is brought up. Mr. Wrestling 2K just learned that the hard way.

GM: Not that anything could top what we just saw, but what's next?

BS: We have cruiserweight action featuring Inferno taking on Jesse Falcon. This one should be really intense. Both men have a "never say die" attitude.


Inferno vs 'Furious' Jesse Falcon

6' 1", 210lbs | 6' 2", 223lbs

Pittsburgh, PA | Dallas, TX

'Pollution' - Limp Bizkit | 'Cowboy' - Kid Rock


Inferno is out first, receiving a moderate face pop from the crowd. Out next is Falcon, who is accompaned by the Junior Mafia. Upon entering the ring, Falcon charges Inferno, who had his back turned to him, but turns in time to see Falcon and armdrags him over. Falcon quickly pops back up and gets hiptossed, then hops up one more time and gets taken over with a Japanese armdrag for his trouble. Falcon slides out under the bottom rope and holds his back, while looking up at Inferno with frustration.

GM: Looks like Falcon is going to have to re-think his strategy here.

BS: Indeed, Inferno is definitely on his game tonight.

Falcon turns his back to the ring and starts jawjacking with some fans in the front row. Inferno hits the opposite side ropes and comes back with a baseball slide, hitting Falcon in the back and sending him crashing into the guardrail, where the fans laugh at him. Just as Falcon turns around, Inferno comes over the ropes and on top of him with a somersault plancha to a big crowd pop.

BS: These fans are really in to this tonight!

Inferno pulls Falcon up and send him crashing into the steel ring steps shoulder first, knocking them loose. He picks Falcon up once again and rolls him into the ring. He follows in with a slingshot legdrop and a cover: one,two...shoulder up. Inferno shoots Falcon into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Falcon ducks. As he comes back, Falcon catches him with a kick to the midsection, which he follows up with a belly-to-back suplex. He hooks a leg and goes for a pin: one, two...shoulder up.

Falcon looks down at Inferno for a second, then starts pointing and laughing at him. He mimics Inferno's infamous smirk and then pulls him up to his feet. He sends Inferno in to the ropes and nails him with a drop kick as he comes back, catching him flush in the face. He signals for a double-arm DDT and then places him in the double-underhook position.

BS: The crowd is loving every second of this...but they don't know who to cheer for!

Falcon goes to execute the double-arm DDT, but Inferno droips to his knees and wiggles free of the move. He spins Falcon around and nails a kick to the stomach, followed up by a fisherman's buster.

GM: Ouch! Damn!

The referee drops and makes a count: one, two, thr...kickout.

BS: Falcon won't go down that easily!

GM: Easily? That was a fisherman's buster for Pete's sake!

Inferno shakes some cobwebs loose from his head and then lays in to the downed Falcon with some nasty kicks to the side and back. He lays in a blatant choke on Inferno until the referee counts to four, then releases it, but puts it right back on for another four count.

BS: Inferno is really showing his aggresive side right now, laying in some stiff kicks and an obvious choke hold.

GM: Eh, all's fair in love and war.

Infeno pulls Falcon up and spikes his head to the mat with a piledriver. He quickly ascends to the top rope and comes off with a flying legdrop, then going for a pin: one, two...shoulder up. Inferno quickly rolls off of the pin and grabs Falcon's left arm, applying a cross arm breaker. Falcon fights the pain for several minutes, getting the crowd behind him, and eventually makes it to the ropes. Inferno refuses to break the hold at first, but then reluctantly releases it. He whips Falcon into the ropes as he gets up and goes for a clothesline, but Falcon is able to duck the move. The two men simply stare holes into each other as the crowd roars.

BS: These two former NthWA superstars have this EWI crowd in the palms of their hands!

Inferno lashes out with a kick to the midsection and then drives Falcon down to the mat with a release German suplex and then heads to the top rope, his back to the ring.

BS: This could be it, Garrett...it looks like he's going for a moonsault.

Before Inferno can get all the way up, Falcon pops up behind him and pushes him forward when he reaches the top, causing him to crotch himself on the top turnbuckle.

GM: Falcon was laying possum! I can't believe it!

Falcon climbs up top as Inferno crumples to the mat. He stands on the top turnbuckle and leaps off with the Fury Bomb (senton bomb). Inferno hooks one leg with his arm and the other with his leg for the pin: one, two, three.

Winner: 'Furious' Jesse Falcon


BS: Jesse Falcon has won the match!

GM: And what a match it was!

[Suddenly "Majick" by DJ Keoki cues up and a green numeric code begins scrolling down the jumbo-tron. The lights come back on, and Eric Davis stands at the top of the rampway. He's not the same familiar looking Davis though, he wears a black trenchcoat, black sunglasses, baggy black cargo pants, and a black muscle shirt. His golden cruiserweight belt reflects a few of the wandering green beams of light coming from the arena lighting. He stares at the wrestlers in the ring as the fans ponder what's going on. Green lights flash all over the dimmed arena as Davis begins to speak.]

GM: What the heck happened to him?

BS: Eric Davis has returned, but looks totally changed!

ED: Yes, I have returned! My friends, it is I, your CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION!

[Some of the fans actually cheer Davis, and some still boo him. He gets his first neutral reaction.]

ED: The Eric Davis you see before you, however, is not the same one you last saw on EWI programming. No people, this is an ENLIGHTENED Eric Davis. You thought I was bad before, well now I know the truth! Soon... soon it will be brought into the light! Prepare, peions! As for the two gentlemen in the ring... some words of wisdom for you both. Nothing can prepare you for the truth you're about to face... follow the white rabbit. I don't know if you're quite ready to know... but He says you are. We shall see.

GM: What in the HELL is he talking about? Enlightened? White rabbits?

BS: I'm totally at a loss, so your guess is as good as mine.

[The lights go completely out again, and when they come back on, a single white rabbit is shown sitting on the entrance ramp. By this time, the ref has called for the bell, declaring the match a no-contest. Inferno and Falcon stare up to the ramp, and then look at each other with a puzzled stare.]

GM: Oooookay.

BS: That was...well that was something. I don't know what though. Fans, I don't even have an explanation for that one. Let's just go to the ring for our Intercontinental title match.


For the EWI Intercontinental Title

'Superstar' Brad Striker vs. 'Inferno' Kevin Martinez

6'0", 227lbs | 6'4", 298lbs

Hollywood, CA | Tampa, Flordia

"Mindfields" - The Prodigy | 'Guerilla Radio' - Rage Against The Machine


GM: Wait a sec. Did I see double. I thought Inferno was facing that loaf, Jesse Falcon.

BS: Wrong Inferno, Gary. And you'd best watch what you say about Falcon. That guy already doesn't like you.

GM: Oh who cares? I don't like him either. Jabroni.

BS: It's your funeral. Ladies and gentlemen, the bell has rung and this title match is underway.

The two men lock up from the get-go. Striker gets the upperhand and lays in to Martinez with a series of knife-edge chops. He then whips Martinez into the ropes and catches him with a arm drag takedown. Martinez gets up only to be met with a stiff dropkick to the jaw.

BS: Ouch! That had to hurt! The champion Striker is starting this one off on the right foot.

GM: (laughing) Oh, I get it. You said, "the right foot" after Striker kicked him. Good one, Bret.

BS: I wasn't making a joke.

GM: Oh. Sorry.

Striker pulls Martinez up and takes him back down with a German suplex into a pin. One -- kickout! Striker pulls Martinez up, but somehow, Martinez begins pummeling Striker with lefts and rights. He throws "Superstar" into the ropes and then levels him with a superkick, knocking the champ right over the ropes and onto the concrete below. Martinez rolls under the ropes after Striker and before Striker can regain himself, Martinez hits him with a vertical suplex. He waits on Striker to stand and then spears him right back down. He picks him up and attemps a powerbomb maneuver, but Striker counters and flips Martinez over. Martinez hits the concrete with a deafening smack. He picks Martinez up and whips him towards the steels steps, but Martniez reverses, sending Striker, instead, into the steps! Martinez then runs at him and goes for the baseball slide into Striker. Striker moves out of the way sending Martinez straight into the steps!

BS: Oh my! What a series of reversals and counters! Both of these men are giving their all for this match!

Striker pulls Martnez up and rolls him into the ring. Striker follows him and nails him with a snap suplex. Striker pulls Martinez up by his hair whips him into the turnbuckle. Martinez falls flat on his back and Striker nails him with a knee to the face. Striker into the ropes... Asai moonsault by Striker! The cover. One, two, -- kickout! Striker, who is visibly pissed, yanks Martinez up by the hair and takes him down with a very stiff double underhook suplex into a backbreaker. Martniez holds him back in pain as Striker kicks him in the gut. Martinez gets to his knees and hits Striker with a low blow!

BS: The ref didn't see it! Striker is doubled over in pain!

GM: Wouldn't you be?

BS: Uh...

Martniez slowly gets to his feet and hits Striker with a mat slam. Martinez with the pin. One two, th-- kickout! Martinez pulls Striker to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Martinez with a clothesline, but Striker ducks it and comes back with a clothesline of his own. Stiker pulls the challenger up and takes him down with a belly to back suplex. Martinez gets to his feet and is greeted with a swift kick to the gut. Striker quickly hits the Superstar Slam (guillotine Ace Crusher).

BS: That's the signal, Gary Mac!

GM: Signal for what?

BS: His finisher, the Final Insult! And this looks like it!

Stiker positions himself over Martinez's fallen body and applies an elevated Boston crab on "Inferno." Seconds later, Martinez taps out.

Winner: 'Superstar' Brad Striker (Retains EWI Intercontinental Title)


BS: Brad Striker continues to impress as the Intercontinental champion. Martinez certainly gave it his all, but Striker has been on a real roll.

GM: He really has. I don't know who the man to defeat Brad Striker is, but he's gonna have to be one tough son of a bitch.

BS: Not quite the eloquent statement I was looking for, but it was effective.

GM: I aim to please. Heh.

BS: Folks we've got to go to a quick break, but when we return we've got the final match in the second round of the Federation Title as EWI Television Champ Ash takes on the former EWI Extreme Champion Rob Sampson....NEXT!!!


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