BS: Welcome back everone.
GM: Did anyone find out who Tasker was talking to?
BS: I haven't heard a thing.
GM: Well damn! How are we supposed to report stuff if we don't have anyone working behind the scenes? Who the Hell is running this place anyway?
BS: Oh I know the answer to that one! It's the ...
GM: Don't even answer that nimrod.
Whiskey In The Jar, covered by Metallica, cues up on the speakers as a revolving Shamrock comes on the Extreme Screen, flashing the name 'WHIRLWIND' above it, and in the center, as if the words were in strobe lights, the word X-TREME flashes in the center. Ken Peters comes onto the stage at the beginning of the vocals to the song, blue pyro flashing around it. The crowd, not knowing of Peters yet, makes a small face pop only at the sight of the pyro-kenetics. His face is stern, and he runs down the asile, sliding under the bottom rope. He grabs a mike from the announcer.
Ken Peters: Ah'll make this short an' sweet for ye, since I know, or hope, that you fans came to see some ass kickin'...(He pauses, waiting for the crowd to react.) Alright, let me give y'all some backround information on a bit o' meh. The man you see in this ring right now has a dream. Ah dream which Ah shall accomplish. And m' first act to make this dream to be that goddamned [CENCORDED] best wrestler ye've ever seen come true, is t' beat this pansy arse "Major..." Christ, I've even forgot the bastard's name.
Peters: Tha's how pathetic y' are, m' friend, Ah can't even remember ye stupid name. I dun think ye shall even be worth mah time. So try an' prove mah ass wrong, Major-What-the-[CENCORDED]-ever ye name is. COME PROVE THIS IRISH TOUGHMAN WRONG....(Pauses as they hear the crowd cheering him on)...Or meet ye end in dis first match.
With that he waits for his opponent to come to the ring as he paces, cracking his neck.
As Major Deluxe finally makes his way into the ring, the bell rings and the match is underway. From the first chime of the bell everyone could see that it wasn't going to be Major Deluxe's night because Peters was out to make a statement and a statement is what he made. After coming off the ropes with a swinging neckbreaker, Peters then picked up Deluxe and wrapped him up with a sleeper that almost worked. Before the ref could drop Deluxe's arm for the third time Peters switched the move up and blasted Deluxe with a full nelson slam viciously to the canvas. After the five minute mark a streak of kindness must've went through the veins of Peters cause that's where he decided to end it. After climbing to the top rope and blasting him with a Missile dropkick to the face, Peters called for his finisher Roll of the Dice. Making the motion with his right hand like he was shooting dice, he waited for Deluxe to get back up and then hit him with a spinning DDT then covered for the three count and the win.
BS: And this one is over! Peters makes an impressive debut with a win over the veteran Major Deluxe tonight!
GM: And to think Deluxe is the same person that beat up on The Darkness and Corleone awhile go in a three way match.
BS: If you remember what Gottfried said earlier then you know that Deluxe might have to worry about his job after that performance.
GM: Pity really, but that's what happens when you piss off The Man.
BS: Switching from the men we're about to see what's going on with Twin Phoenix cause their match is next.
GM: And tonight they getthe pleasure of taking on The Electric Company. One time friends with Gemini, Hellfighter, Zero, and Inferno when they battled The St Louis Calab-O, they now find themselves in a situation in which they take on new members of The Nu Nation Revolution.
BS: Recently Twin Phoenix came off a loss by Fatal Destiny made up of Miso and Roseanne Fairhurst, but they impressed all of the EWI fans. A few minutes ago the cameras caught up with them and this is what they had to say.
(The camera fades in on the dressing room for Trynyty Wang and Yeh Shen Li of Twin Phoenix in their dressing room as they are just finishing suiting up in preparation for their match tonight against the Electric Company. [yes they are already dressed] They are talking between the two of them. The camera moves in for a close up to here what they are saying. Lets listen in.)
YS: "Almost all set Trynyty?"
T: "All set. Its all about starting over. After our first true loss at Genesis against Fairhurst and Miso. I think that it is safe to say that we have learned from our mistakes. Now it is time to start chalking up the tag team wins from here on out."
YS: "yeah you are right there. Say Trynyty, can I ask you a question regrading what happened on Shockwave last week?"
T: "Yeah yeh Shen go ahead."
YS: "I know that Hellfighter is our friend in all, afterall he is the one who actually helped bring us into the EWI. But I was wondering, do you think that we did the right thing by getting involved in that feud between Hellfighter and the Manifest Destiny? Do you think that maybe for one moment that we are in over our head."
T: "I understand exactly what you are saying, and know what you are going through. The only way how I feel that I can answer this is that yes we did the right thing. If we hadn't of come out there, than nobody else would have really come out to help Hellfighter. Granted Jimi and Ozzy did come, but they alone can't hold them off forever. We had to. You saw what happened to Hellfighter, they would not stop until he was dead, and Heallfighter would of made sure that was the only way. The Nu Nation Revolution doesn't leave a fallen man behind regardless. And even if HellFighter wasn't part of the NNR, or us for that matter, we still aren't going to leave our friend down. Hellfighter needs us, now more than ever. He won't admit it, but he knows deep down he does. His male pride won't let ask for help."
YS: "Nothing against Hellfighter, but how typical of men, now I know why women are the next in line."
T: "Now enough of this deep talk. I am sure that everybody knows about how we feel about Hellfighter and why we did what we did. Now lets talk about what we should so about the Electric Company. What do you think we should do about them?"
YS: "First off, do we know much about them?"
T: "No I don't think so, but they can't be any worse than the Thrill Killas, and now those guys have a main event match tonight. But I am not mad, we will get our day in the spot light soon. I think that they will try to use brute force against us. Disregarding our true abilities. So lets look for our window of opportunity and exploit it. Then we converge and execute. Of course that doesn't seem so hard for us right?"
YS: "Yeah of course not. That is the easy part. To let them try and take us for granted and then we blow every single preconceived notion that they might have about us and flush it down the toilet. However I say, lets actually use more of our martial arts, and not rely so much on our wrestling moves. I mean we can't totally forget about them, but we make the wrestling moves as a fall back/secondary tactic. By doing this we still keep them guessing and we are not predictable with our attacks. Plus we are doing something that we are great at-our martial arts and executing that as our bread and butter, then doing something that we do good-our aerial wrestling moves and using them second. Still we remain fast and vigilent, intense, and quick, and they never see us coming."
T: "An excellent strategy Yeh Shen. I say we stick with that. Overall, whether or not we win or lose, we are going to give one hell of a match. If we win, hey that's great, but if for some odd reason we lose, hey we understand. But we are not looking to lose. People have an idea how we wrestle in singles competition, and they have a small taste of how we wrestle in tag team competion. I say that we give them the whole thing. Everything we are we unload on the Electric Company, and let the rest of the EWI bare witness to us. And this time hopefully Miss Fairhurst won't try and ruin it for us like she did last time."
YS: "I doubt that she is going to do that, she thinks that she has proven herself as better than us, its not like we are going to step in and steal her limelight again. What are the odds of that happening again?"
T: "With fairhurst, the odds are pretty high. But now we have another man team to show up and show that we are better."
(A knock at the door where it cracks open and the voice of a security guard is heard spoken into the locker room.)
SG: "Yeh Shen Li, Trynyty Wang, you're coming up, you need to make your way to the ring now."
T: "Okay thank you. (the security guard shuts the door behind him.) "Well that is our que, lets show them what we have got, and the rest of the world. "
YS: "yeah but what about the Manifest Destiny? Won't they try and jump us?"
T: "Don't worry about them. We are part of the Nu Nation Revolution now. They have our backs covered, plus I have been told that the St. Louis Calab-O are also helping us out. Don't let them psych you out. Now lets get ready and fight."
YS: "You're right, rock n roll."
(As Twin Phoenix makes their way out of the locker room toward the ring area for their match against the Electric Company. The camera fades back to Sanders and McFarland at the commentating table.)
BS: Folks let's go to the ring and see this next feature tag team match up!
Hercules and Trynyty Wang start out for their respective teams, the much larger Hercules towering over Wang. Hercules lumbers in, looking to lock up, but Wang ducks out, and takes the big man down with a drop toe hold. Hercules gets to his feet, only to be met with a swift kick to the face by Wang, who reaches over and tags hands with her partner, Yeh Shen Li as Hercules falls to the mat. Li climbs the turnbuckle, dropping a leg across Herc's throat, popping back to her feet. Li waits for Herc to get up, and then shoves him back down with a flying cross chop. Hercules somehow manages to get to his feet first, and makes it to his partner, Go, and tags him in. Go rushes into the ring, but doesn't make it far before being met with a kick to the stomach and an X-Factor from Yeh Shen Li. Li tags in Wang as they whip Go to a ring corner, Trynyty mounting the corner parallel to it. Li throws Go from the turnbuckle with a hurricanrana, sending the Electric Company member sprawling to the mat as Trynyty flies off with a guillotine leg drop, going for the cover. Hercules tries to run in to break it up, but Yeh Shen Li superkicks him in the face before he can stop the three count.
BS: Twin Phoneix wins! They took Hercules and Go to the limit and got away with the win!
GM: The Electric Company didn't look like they were into that match. Maybe it was the long layoff?
BS: It might've been that or maybe they were outclassed.
GM: By chicks? yeah right!
(Camera cuts backstage to MA [ExE, Angelus, Ruiner, Kate, Jessica, and Reaver ] . They are in an undetemerinable location in the arena. ExE and Ruiner are very laid back while Angelus, Jessica, and Kate all sit on the edge of their seat in anticipation.)
ExE: I can't believe I have to fight Inferno. I thought I was moving up the rankings ladder, now I have to fight some wash up who came out of retirement just to make himself feel younger?
Angelus: It's another screw job, but don't worry, we've got that under control.
Ruiner: Angelus, you do know that once this happens, they wont give us any breaks.
Kate: We'll be getting a lot more jobbed matches and interferances and stuff like that. These guys wont take it lightly..
Jessica: I think I speak for us all when I say it's worth the risk.
ExE: Anyway, Kate, what did you find out about Inferno?
Kate: Well, he debuted at the Cornation PPV in San Antonio.
Ruiner: Ya, I remember that match. It was that moron Major Deluxe.
Angelus: I remember that match, Inferno almost lost. It was sad, really sad.
Kate: His next match was a cruiserweight match, against..
ExE: Wait a second, I'm fighting a damn cruiserweight?
Kate: Yeah...
ExE: I would have complained if I knew it was a cruiserweight, this is a damn joke.
Angelus: You should have just dropped him in the back.
ExE: I would have but damn SSN security showed up. Well, this time there is no security.
Kate: Anyway, as I was saying, his next match was against Jesse Falcon in a cruiserweight match.
ExE: And?
Kate: He lost.
*ExE, Ruiner and Angelus all start laughing.*
ExE: He lost against 'Furious' Jesse Falcon? Man thats a riot!
Angelus: This match might be something of a trojan horse though, so you'd best be careful.
Jessica: Trojan Horse?
Angelus: The greeks used a..
Jessica: I know what a Trojan Horse is, but how does it apply?
Angelus: Simple. SSN, or anyone for that matter, wants to get their hands on us right? So they give him an easy match just to get him in the ring. Then in the ring, they strike.
Ruiner: If they want to attack, let them. We'll be ready to go if anything happens.
ExE: So, Inferno's next match was against who?
Jessica: I'll field this one. In a great cruiserweight match Inferno fought some guy named Eric Davis, someone I had never seen before. The match was for the Cruiserweight title, and he won.
Kate: So basically, this guy has a title under his belt, and you do not.
ExE: The cruiserweight title is hardly an accomplishment. There are what, four, five guys in the division? Its a joke. Let's face the facts, this guy isn't even the best cruiserweight out there, he's been retired, and he comes nowhere close to me in strength, stamina, or intelligence. This match will be a walk in the park. Inferno may think that he's some sort of badass simply because he won the Cruiserweight title, but that was a long time ago. Fact of the matter is, Inferno really doesn't know what he's up against. He doesn't know who am I or where I come from, he doesn't know who my friends are or my technique, he doesn't even know what my finisher is. Inferno is going to have a large surprise tonight on Heatwave.
Kate: It's never wise to under estimate an opponent, no matter what their status.
Jessica: True, but I agree with ExE. Inferno is a wash up and I think this match is more or less a gimme.
Angelus: Inferno is a nothing. I've seen him in action, and honestly I don't think he poses a threat to the future television champion.
(Scene cuts out)
The two occupants in the dressing room represented opposites on many levels. Tonight restless and calm were the two ends of the spectrum. Evan Aho paces at the back of the room with his hands behind his head. "Sweet" Melissa is taking notes on a clipboard while watching a tape of Eddy Love vs. Hellfighter. We pick up in mid conversation.
AHO - So what you're saying is that I don't have a match tonight.
MELISSA - Precisely.
AHO - Forgive me if I misinterpreted our agreement, but your half of the bargain is to get me in the ring.
Melissa continues jotting down notes on the clipboard.
MELISSA - Well you're not holding up your end either, so we're even.
AHO - Refresh my memory Melissa. What do you want me to do?
MELISSA - Right now I want you to be patient and rest your body.
Evan looks skeptical.
AHO - You're joking.
She glances up from her notes with a completely serious expression.
MELISSA - I'm not.
Aho shakes his head in frustration and continues to pace.
AHO - If I wasn't so damn proud I'd walk away from this deal and not give it a second thought.
Melissa allows a slight smile to crease her lips. She doesn't look up from her writing.
MELISSA - You weren't too proud to turn down my offer.
Evan stops in his tracks and glares at Melissa. She either doesn't notice or refuses to acknowledge him. Aho exhales slowly and stalks out of the locker room banging the door shut behind him.
(The camera fades back to Sanders and McFarland at the commentating table.)
GM: Damn. That's right! I just realized that. Aho doesn't have a match tonight! What a rare moment in our company. I wonder how Melissa got him the break from Mr. Gottfried.
BS: It was obvious that he needed to take some time off from the ring and a week off might just do it.
GM: You know a week in the EWI feels like a month.
BS: Hey you said EWI!
GM: I what? NO I DIDN'T! I meant SSN!
{Guns N' Roses "Welcome to the Jungle" plays as Alan Tasker walks out to the ring. He climbs in and is handed a microphone by a ring attendant.}
AT: Alright, whoever it is that wants me out here... Here I am.
{The lights go out and the crowd murmurs amongst themselves. Fans with cameras pop their flash bulbs and someone can be seen climbing in the ring as the bulbs flash on and off. Suddenly the lights come back up and a masked man wearing all black is standing behind Tasker. The man taps him on the shoulder and Tasker turns with a start. He starts to back away but the masked man holds up his hand as if he's asking him to wait. The masked man then pulls out a wad of hundred dollar bills and waves it toward Tasker.}
AT: For...for me?
{The masked man nods affirmatively. Tasker warily approaches the man and takes the money.}
AT: Are we...are we even now?
{The masked man nods affirmatively once more and waves his hand as if to tell Tasker he's free to go now. Tasker turns to leave but the masked suddenly rushes up behind him and spins him back around. Tasker draws up his fists but the masked man motions for Tasker to wait and turns as if to retrieve something but suddenly spins back around and unleashes a superkick on Tasker.}
BS v/o: What the hell?! That's...that's the Show Stopper!
GM v/o: What's up with this?!
{Tasker goes down and the masked man peels off his mask to reveal that he in indeed "Mr. Main Event" Rob Sampson. The crowd pops huge as Sampson pulls the nearly-unconscious Tasker up off the canvas and then delivers a Headliner. Sampson stands over the fallen Tasker and picks up the microphone.}
RS: Remember me, Commando? Sure ya do. You jumped me at Genesis Two! You kicked me when I was down! Well I might not have a shot at Eddy Love anytime soon, and believe you me I still do want that World title more than ever, but pal...I WANT YOUR ASS FIRST!!!
{The crowd pops huge.}
RS: I don't care when, I don't care why, and I don't care how, but you WILL pay. You tell your boys that Rob Sampson's coming and he's bringing hell with him!
{Sampson drops the microphone and walks out thru the crowd as Clawfinger's "Biggest and the Best" blares throughout the arena.}
GM: WHAT THE HELL?
BS: Obviously Sampson hasn't forgot nor forgave Commando and Manifest Destiny for their bone breaking return to the EWI!
GM: Oh don't get me wrong. I have no feelings for MD cause of their attacks against Gottfried, but Sampson making the challenge to Commando? I might enjoy seeing that.
BS: Hoefully we'll find out what is to become of that, but we've got another match coming up involving Eliajh Kane and 'Freedom Fighter' Marc Robinson.
GM: Kane, when he shows up for matches, can be a terror in the ring, but he has recently been scheduled for matches on television and at house shows and hasn't appeared. I have it on good word that he is here tonight and he might've picked the WRONG night to show up cause Robinson is an evil man. And he has those damn clowns in his back pocket? Damn.
BS: Robinson is already in the ring and all we're waiting on is Eliajh Kane so let's go to the ring!
BS: Okay I'll play where is Kane?
GM: Isn't he with his brother in the ....
BS: ELIAJH KANE YOU DIP!
GM: Well say that nextime geez!
As Robinson continues the wait The ExtremeScreen lights up all of a sudden and Nightshade can be seen standing over a fallen Eliajh Kane with steel pipe in hand.
BS: What the ...?
GM: Oh great first Tribulation now Kane. What kind of statement is he trying to make?
Nightshade looks at the camera and points the steel pipe right in the direction of the lens. With the referee starting to count out Kane, an upset Robinson reaches over the ropes and demands a microphone.
MR: You think you're funny Nitelite? Just because you took out two people you think you can get my attention? Maybe you forgot what I said a couple of days ago! You want some of me then accept the rules I put out and that's Texas Death Match!
GM: The ref just hit eight ... nine ... TEN! He's calling for the bell!
BS: Nightshade just helped Robinson pick up the countout win!
Continuing to look at the ExtremeScreen, Robinson looks right into the eyes of Nightshade who is looking right at him, but something seems wrong with the screen as the picture skips and, quickly, Nightshade is in his first posistion when he is standing over Kane looking down at him.
GM: Did the picture ... skip?
BS: I think ... OH MY GOD!!! Look out from behind cause Nightshade just came out of the stands!
Nightshade slides into the ring and clips Robinson with that steel pipe and continues to drive it in the stomach with great delight. After a couple of more stomps Nightshade then picks up the microphone which Robinson had earlier.
N: If getting a title shot means going through your stupid ass then I guess I have no other alternitive. I accpet your Texas Death Match Marc. Hope you can recover.
Dropping the pipe on top of Robinson, Nightshade exits the ring with the crowd still in shock.
BS: He faked out Robinson and accepted the challenge!
GM: This is unreal. He got him with the old delayed tape routine. The OLDEST trick in the book!
BS: Folks we've got to go to another break, but when we return it's going to be JT Holiday taking on Hellspawn so hurry back!
(Scene cuts backstage to ExE, Angelus, Reaver and Ruiner walking down the hall.)
They continue walking down the hall then enter a door labelled 'gym'. The gym is large with many tread mills, dumbells, a few punching bags and a large boxing ring. Nightshade is alone in the gym. Nightshade is in the far corner running on a treadmill. Angelus, Ruiner, Reaver and ExE all walk up to Nightshade.
Angelus: Your using my machine.
Nightshade: What are you talking about? There are three more right over there.
ExE: The man said your on his machine.
Nightshade gives the four men a weird look then keeps running. Angelus looks over to Ruiner then looks back at Nightshade. The four men all grab Nightshade and throw him off the machine. They quickly circle Nightshade then begin circle punching him, then circle booting him as he falls down on the ground. ExE, Ruiner and Reaver all pick up Nightshade and hold him as Angelus punches him over and over again. The three men then take Nightshade and throw him, hard, in to a nearby dumbell rack. The dumbells all fall over on top of Nightshade.
Angelus: Changed my mind, you can have it.
ExE: If you see Inferno, relay the message.
The four men laugh then exit the gym.
(The camera fades back to Sanders and McFarland at the commentating table.)
GM: Well that was quick. We go to break and Nightshade, as if he didn't have enough of a workout, goes to the gym, but gets his ass handed to him by The Mechanical Animals. Talk about making a name for yourself.
BS: Who? The Mechanical Animals?
GM: No Nightshade, but I have always wondered that. How can Angelus and Ruiner of The Mechanical Animals call themselves that for a tag team when they get new members and their stable is also called The Mechanical Animals? I mean Manifest Destiny had the tag team called San An's Best and Harbingers of Apocalypse have the Motor City Maniacs. So what's up with them?
BS: Maybe that's the rules they follow?
GM: Or maybe the elevator doesn't exactly go to the top floor for Angelus. Or is it he has too much of an ego to make a stable name and just wants to keep the MA name in the spotlight?
BS: Are you done yet?
GM: Hmmm ... now I'm done.
BS: Well speaking of The Mechanical Animals that brings us to one time friend to them ... Hellspawn.
GM: If anyone has a history with anyone out of MA it would be Hellspawn. One time friend of ExE they were doing their thing in the EWI, but ever since ExE's manager Kate told him to cut the dead weight that's where the friendship lines split right down the middle. Earlier in the show Hellspawn tried to prove his point, but in the end it was ExE who returned the favor.
BS: During the break Hellspawn had these words to say.
((The scene opens up in Hellspawn's locker room. He has numerous cuts, with one big bandage on his forehead. He is taping up for his match.))
HS: ExE, if you think that for one minute your getting of easy with this, think again....It's only a matter of time until you pay the price for what you did....Nobody betrays Hells General and gets away with it.....That attack of two weeks ago prevented me from competing last week, but it gave me time to think....Of how I'm to make your sorry ass pay....
Cameraman: Hellspawn, sir...
HS: What do you want now....
Cameraman: Well, the real reason I'm here is for you to give us your thoughts on your current opponent, "Superstud" JT Holiday.....If not for that....intervention...We would have been done by now....
HS: Fine....moving on to more...recent devolopments....JT Holiday...The "Superstud"....If being a superstud is being admitted to hospital by taking on the hellion himself, Hellspawn, then so be it....Because that is one promise that I am making to you, Holiday....This is your last chamce to call it quits, to avoid the beating I have in store for you.....Before, all I was going to do to you was simple...Go in, win the matchm and get out....It was oh so very simple....But the incidents of late have left me with a helluva lot of anger to vent.....Since there's no other way to do it legally, you are the one who is going to feel this horrible wrath, Holiday....You wear your signature wear, designer labels, to the ring, Holdiay, and I'll wear my signature wear, a trenchcoat, sunglasses, and a one hell of an attitude....An attitude that is not to be crossed, and an attitude that has been agitated....Oh yes, Holiday, after you feel what total Damnation is like, you will know what it is to be damned...Soon, the whole of the EWI will know my name, the name of Hells General, the hellion himself....Hellspawn.....
*Hellspawn turns to the cameraman.*
HS: Now, get out of my locker room, lest you suffer the same fate of "Superstud" JT Holiday......
((Camera fades as Hellspawn finsihes taping up, and leaves the locker room.))
(The camera fades back to Sanders and McFarland at the commentating table.)
BS: And what do you think of these two, Garrett?
GM: Hellspawn and Holiday? Well, I don't know. Neither of them does a whole lot for me, but I don't hate either of them.
BS: So who's your pick to win?
GM: Umm.... Eddy Love!
BS: (sigh) I need a raise.
GM: You'll have to call Ms. McCave for that--
BS: Gary!
In the ring, JT Holiday and Hellspawn circle each other. They lock up with a collar-and-elbow tie up. Hellspawn gets the advantage and whips Holiday into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but Holiday ducks it and bounces off the ropes with a running savate kick. Hellspawn is barely stunned, and moves in quickly with a short-arm clothesline on Holiday.
GM: Go Eddy!
BS: Gary, don't you think you've outplayed this joke a few too many times?
GM: Hmm... good point.
BS: Pick a side. Stop straddlin' the stinkin' fence.
GM: Alrighty then. 'Tis uncomfortable anyway. I'll pick...
Hellspawn grabs Holiday and kicks him in the gut. He easily tosses him into the corner and follows in with a knee to the gut. Holiday stumbles out of the corner and is taken down with a DDT from Hellspawn.
GM: ... Hellspawn! He's bigger anyway!
BS: He's bigger than a lot of men in this business.
GM: Oh, but size doesn't matter, does it, Bret?
BS: I'd have to agree. Size does NOT matter.
GM: That's not what your wife sai--
BS: (interrupting) Watch it!
Hellspawn covers Holiday in the ring for a two count. He pulls him up and whips him into the ropes. He goes for a boot to the face, but Holiday catches the boot. Hellspawn goes for a roundhouse kick, but misses as Holiday ducks. Holiday keeps ahold of Hellspawns boot as Hellspawn crashes to the mat. Holiday drops an elbow across the inner knee of Hellspawn. Hellspawn holds his knee in pain as Holiday pulls him to his feet.
BS: Good strategy by JT Holiday here. The more he keeps that big man off of his feet, the better.
Holiday whips Hellspawn into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a spinebuster. He immediately locks on a half crab, further injuring the leg of Hellspawn. Hellspawn reches the ropes and Holiday releases the move but then quickly drops a leg over the back of Hellspawn. Hellspawn clutches his back in pain and tries to get to his feet. He makes it to his knees and receives a stiff kick to the temple from Holiday. He crumples to the mat and Holiday grabs his leg and lifts it, seemingly ready to attempt a figure four, but Hellspawn uses his fee leg to kick Holiday in the face.
BS: Hellspawn may still be in this match! But had Holiday injured that leg any further... you never know.
GM: Oh, he's always got that third--
BS: Don't even say it, Gary. What's WITH you tonight, anyway?
Holiday reels back from the kick and Hellspawn makes his way to his knees. Holiday begins to regain his balance, but Hellspawn darts up with a brutal lariat, knocking Holiday over the ropes to the floor below. Hellspawn rolls out of the ring, and limps towards Holiday, still working out the kinks in his leg. Holiday is starting to stir and makes his way to his feet, but doesn't know that Hellspawn awaits behind him. He turns around and looks up at the big man, who clutches a large hand around his throat.
BS: Chokeslam! Chokeslam on the concrete by Hellspawn!
GM: Whoo! Holiday is dead! Hey, anyone named after a Madonna song doesn't deserve to wrestle here anyway.
BS: Moron.
Hellspawn tosses Holiday into the ring, rolls in behind him, and covers... One! Two! Thr-- Holiday kicks out! Hellspawn grabs him and whips him into the corner. He sets Holiday on the turnbuckle and follows up after him. Super brainbuster from the TOP! Hellspawn goes to cover... LOW BLOW by Holiday!
BS: The ref didn't see it!
GM: He's blind I tell ya! Blind! Hey, Bret, you know what makes you Go Blind, don't ya?
BS: Are you insinuating something about our officials, Gary?
GM: Well... what's that official's name?
BS: Jonathan "Pee Wee" Gilliland.
GM: Pee Wee? I rest my case.
Hellspawn doubles over in pain and Holiday quickly executes the Stud Drop on Hellspawn! Holiday covers! One! Two! Hellspawn's foot is on the ropes. Holiday jumps up in celebration, thinking that he's won the match. The ref tries to explain to him that he hasn't and neither notices Hellspawn stand up behind them. From behind Holiday's -- and the ref's -- backs, Hellspawn delivers a soccer-calibre kick to the netherregions of the "Super Stud." He then delivers a devastating reverse DDT. Holiday, with a last burst of energy jumps up and kicks Hellspawn in the gut and goes for a clothesline, but Hellspawn ducks it, nails a short-arm clothesline of his own, then picks Holiday up into a guerilla press, and quickly delivers a devastating version of the Damnation (Body Press into Thunder Driver) for the pin.
BS: Hellspawn has done it! He overcame an attack from ExE and pulled out the win against Holiday thus giving a slap in the face to ExE and The Mechanical Animals!
GM: Actually ... can we check to see if Eddy Love is here?
BS: What about this match we just saw? You should be excited we have talent like this in the federation.
GM: But they don't match up to Eddy.
BS: I don't believe you!
GM: Well? It's true.
BS: Folks we've got to go take another break, but when we get back we're gonna see the former Intercontinental Champion 'Superstar' Brad Striker in action.
GM: Oh contain my excitement.
BS: Are you over it yet?
GM: After finding out Eddy is save and well of co ...
BS: Hey we're back on.
GM: Quick hide the booze.
BS: Folks welcome back to a show that has been very interesting thus far.
GM: Hellspawn gets a surprise win and sticks it to ExE along with Nightshade punking out Marc Robinson, but later on getting his ass punked out by The Mechanical Animals.
BS: Don't forget the Rob Sampson challenge to Alan Tasker.
BS: Coming up next it's Brad Striker taking on Motorbreath and earlier today Striker had some interesting comments to say.
("Superstar" Brad Striker is sitting on a plush leather couch in his dressing room, lacing up his wrestling boots. Surrounding him in his dressing room are the various things he demands whenever he is appearing anywhere in the EWI/SSN. There are two dozen long-stemmed roses in a vase on the middle of a table, a huge bowl full of candy with all the red ones removed, a dozen bottles of French mineral water to wash his hair with after his match and a silver platter full of frash fruit all peeled and sliced. His bodyguard and righthand man, Big Tommy T, stands posted at the door, arms crossed and a mean look on his face. Striker is dressed in red tights with a silver barbed wire design running round the legs, a t-shirt with "HERO,ROLE MODEL, ICON" on the front and "SUPERSTAR" on the back and his long blonde hair is tied back into a ponytail. He finishes lacing up his boots and stands up. He takes a quick look in the full length mirror in the corner of the room before turning to face the camera.)
STRIKER: "My, it certainly is good to be back in the ring again. The thrill of hearing my name being chanted by the legions of Strikerettes as I make my way down that eye is a spine tingling experience...for them. You don't have to tell me what aboost it is to this ailing federation to have a bona fide superstar back on it's active roster, I am sure all the boys in the back have had a solid morale lift upon hearing of my return. They can all rest easy in the knowlege that Brad Striker is here to inject a bit of glamour and charisma into this cesspool of freaks and rejects. The hero, role model and icon of the sports entertainmentindustry is here to stay. Well, unless a higher bidder comes along for my services of course."
(Striker breakes away for a moment to look in the mirror again. He starts to smile at his reflection and then begins to pose in various positions, flexing his biceps.Big T clears his throat very loudly, causing Striker to remember what he is supposed to be doing. He turns back to the camera.)
STRIKER: "Always one to give something back to the business and help out less, ahem, talented athletes I am looking forward to locking up with my opponent Motordeaf on Heatwave. Although I myself, being a true superstar whodoesn't need to know about such trivialities, know absolutely nothing about him or his style of wrestling, I'll be quite happy to give him a few pointers that should stand him in good stead for the future. Nothing gives me greater pleasure in this business than taking a raw, green, unco-ordinated clutz and carry their sorry, worthless hides to a good match. It is a quality that I pride in myself and I know my Strikerettes do too. So Minorbreast, don't be too overawed in that ring when you look across and see an athlete of my superiority looking back at you. Just let me take the lead andyou won't have to worry about messing up or looking like an idiot in front of your family, friends and everyone who went to school with you and ridiculed you aboutwanting to be a wrestler. After our match is finished you can go home and tell those same people that you ARE a wrestler and that you have even been beaten by the greatest superstar this business has to off...BRAD STRIKER! Although, in this case, they me be coming to visit you in the hospital after I cripple you with my Final Insult finishing move. Ah well, what the hell. You enjoy enjoy yourself no matter what happens Enginefart, this is going to be the greatest match of your career and it's all because of yours truly. Enjoy."
(Brad Striker winks to the camera.)
STRIKER: One more thing and this goes out to all the little Strikerettes out their and their credit card-carrying parents. Say your prayers, eat your vitamins and BUY MY MERCHANDISE! You know it's the right thing to do."
(Striker plasters an insincere smile on his faceand makes sure that nearly all his pearly whiteteeth are on display. He then turns and makes some last minute adjustments to his outfit in the mirror as the scene fades to black.)
GM: Well you can't blame'em for trying. Win if you can and lose if you must, but always push the products so that we make money.
BS: Don't you have Gottfried's ass to kiss?
GM: What? Is he here? HEY WAIT!!!
BS: (laughing) Got ya. Let's go to the ring for our next match!
GM: Jerk.
Motorbreath lets out a loud scream and charges Striker at the get-go, but Brad simply sidesteps the younger man, grabbing him by the back of the head and slamming his head against the mat. From there, Striker drops a leg across Motorbreath's chest, and then pulls the other wrestler to his feet. Brad thrusts both arms into position around Motorbreath, driving him with a double-underhook backbreaker. Striker flashes a pearly grin to the capacity crowd before lifting the broken wrestler up once more, slamming him down with a powerbomb, but he maintains the hold, lifting him up again, following with another powerbomb. Striker repeats the process four more times, until Motorbreath isn't moving at all. Brad lightly places his foot on Motorbreath's chest, as the ref drops to the mat, counting. The three count is academic.
GM: He pushes the sales and he's a superstar to kids everywhere. Ladies and gentlemen your hero Brad Striker gets another win.
BS: I thought the hero was Cole Steele of SSN? You going against him?
GM: What? Of course not! Quit causing trouble!
(Scene cuts to Angelus and ExE walking down the hall.)
Ozzy appears from around the corner and accidentally bumps in to Angelus.
Ozzy: Watch where your going!
Angelus: Oh, I'll watch where I'm going alright!
Angelus turns around and grabs Ozzy from behind then whips him in to the wall. Angelus picks up Ozzy and hits him several times in the stomache while ExE disappears in to a nearby room. Angelus picks up Ozzy and suplexes him on to the floor. ExE comes back out of the room with a lead pipe and tosses it to Angelus. Angelus hits Ozzy in the head with the lead pipe then spits on him.
Angelus: See, I did like you said. I watched my hand hit you in the head with the lead pipe, happy now?
ExE: Angelus I gotta take off, I gotta do my promo for my match tonight.
Angelus: Alright man, watch your back.
(Scene cuts out)
(Ripper Robertson, Max Mayhem, R. James Phillips and Keith Rotten are all standing around in back talking. Both the Motor City Maniacs are in their wrestling attire. R. James Phillips is wearing a business suit, and Keith Rotten is wearing a HoA T-shirt and jeans. The camera moves closer and catches some words from the group.)
Robertson:...understand your idea, but this isn't the HoA's battle. Not yet anyway. Thisbattle with us and the Thrill Killas and Dark Carnivalisour fight.Like I told Darkness, This is abattle that we're going to have tohandle fornow. The Harbingers are a group andwe have to look out for each other. Tonight this is our problem.
Rotten:You two are hard headed. We're in this together, but I can respect your wishes.Darkness andI will stay out of this for now.
Mayhem:Not for now, for good.Listen, We can all stand around and argue about this, butthis is our fight. We brought this on beforeHoA and we plan on finishing this one.
Rotten: Ok.
(Keith Rotten looks up and notices thecamera. Keith clears his throat and both the Maniacs and R. JamesPhillips look at the camera. )
Rotten: Well, Guys, I'm going to take care of some business. Why don't you two catch up with me afterwards.
Robertson: Yeah, We'll do that.
(Keith Rotten glaresat the camera and turns and walks away.As Ripper looks towardsthe camera. The camera moves inon a close shot of The Motor City Maniacs and R. JamesPhillips.)
Robertson: Thrill Killas,This wasn't personal. Not by the longeststretch, but you attack us in a six man match and make us lose the match? You've pushed this way beyond personal. This wasn't aboutanything other than pure, unadulterated fun. Now, When we make you bleed, it won't be for our pleasure. It will be tomaim you, to destroyyou. Our wrath isn't a wrath you want to deal with.Tonight, It'snot about winning or losing. It's aboutpain. It's about your pain.
Mayhem:You two gnarly dudes better grow eyes in the backs of your heads. Cause it won't matter ifwe get tossed out of the match or not,You will betaken to the edge and we'll dangle you there and watch as you wet yourselves from thefear that's going to run through your mind. Revenge is best served cold and you will feel the chill slowly set over your body as the blood flow freely out of it. The time isdrawing near.
James: You know,Bump Daddy J and Big Thrilla, this mess never concerned you. My guys wanted to get a message across to the Dark Carnival. Somehow you two feel that you belong in the same ring with the Motor City Maniacs and Dark Carnival? Do you want to be part of the destruction, the pure sadism that's going to flow between those two teams? You two need to take a long look in a mirror and see that you're in a battle that you can't win.
Robertson: It's to late for them to go back now. They've taken that step. They want to battle with the bad boys now. They did a great job getting our attention, but now that they are in the lions den, they must deal with the lions. You thought your battles with the Dark Carnival were tough. Now you get to feel first hand our wrath.
Mayhem: Powers and Apocalypse, We know you're walking around here. Powers is probably looking for a bottle as we speak. We know you can hear us. So pay close attention. We're not done with you. You can go around beating the talentless morons like Waz Up, but sooner or later, you two will have to come face to face with a team that you can't intimidate. We'll be waiting Dark Carnival. Then we'll blow your little big top right off the face of the earth.
Robertson: Thrill Killas, Be ready. Dark Carnival, Watch the masters at work. EWI and SSN, Beware the Apocalypse.
GM v/o: Beware of the Apocalypse? I thought he was in The Dark Carnival. He's on HoA's side now?
BS v/o: You knew what he meant. Folks we've got to break away, but when we come back it's going to be ExE taking on the returning Inferno so don't you DARE go away!