Ash and Mercenary lock up and Mercenary slides behind and in to a rear waistlock. Ash reverses it and tries to take Mercenary down with a belly-to-back suplex, but Mercenary elbows him in the head to release the grip. He quickly pushes the stunned Ash in to the ropes and nails him with a clothesline as he comes back. Mercenary continues his assault on Ash with a big power bomb in the middle of the ring.
BS: Mercenary's wasting no time in going for the win here!
Mercenary attempts a legdrop on Ash, but Ash rolls out of the way just before impact. Mercenary rolls away in pain, as Ash slowly gets to his feet. He pulls Mercenary up by his ears and then drops him with a DDT. He quickly pops up and nails a running elbowdrop, going for a pin: one...two..kickout. Ash pounds the mat in frustration, but pulls Mercenary to his feet once again. He whips him in to the ropes and tries for a back elbow, but Mercenary ducks it. Mercenary comes back off the opposite ropes and Ash goes for a clothesline, but Mercenary is able to catch his arm and nail him with a chokeslam from out of nowhere.
BS: What a great counter by Mercenary!
GM: Hold on, someone's walking out here.
BS: It's Malign! What's he doing here!?
GM: Um, gee, do I get three guesses?
Malign slides into the ring and spins Mercenary around. The surprised Mercenary is not prepared when Malign kicks him in the gut and then hits him with his Falling Into Oblivion finisher. By this time, Ash is on the top turnbuckle and comes off with a huge elbow onto the sternum of Mercenary. Ash goes for the cover. One, two three.
BS: And Ash wins again with the help of Malign!
Mercenary gets up angrily and leaps towards Ash, but Malign is there to stop him with a clothesline from hell. Malign then goes to the ringside area and throws a chair into the ring with Ash. At the time, Ash is laying the boots into Mercenary. When he notices the chair, he picks it up and lays it into the head of Mercenary which results in a loud 'clang' from the metal plate in Merc's head. Ash then picks Mercenary up and while Merc staggers and attempts to regain himself, Ash runs into the rops and bounces off with a flying chairshot to the face of Mercenary. Ash picks Merc up and Irish whips him into the rope and hits him with a superkicks, knocking Merc out of the ring to the waiting Malign. Malign picks Mercenary up and is setting him up for a suplex when Ash clobbers Malign in the back of the head with the metal chair. Malign drops Merc onto the concrete and turns around as if the chair shot barely phased him at all. He looks at Ash with an evil glare and the punches Ash square in the face, knocking Ash to his knees. Maling yells at Ash.
M: I JUST WANTED TO HELP YOU! I JUST WANTED TO BE YOUR FRIEND!
With that, Malign kicks Ash in the stomach knocking Ash over. Malign pulls a table from under the ring and sets it up next to the ring. He picks Mercenary up and lays him on the table. Malign throws a second table into the ring and then rolls Ash into the ring, following him closely behind. Malign stands on the second table with Ash and it appears as if he's going to throw Ash onto the table below.
GM: Oh my God, Malign is going to KILL Ash!
Malign picks Ash up to powerbomb him but Ash reverses it into a hurricanrana causing Malign to crash into the table below where Mercenary lays.
BS: And Ash reverses it, but at what expense? All three men are laying on the concrete below, two of them in the splinters of what used to be tables! Oh thank God, the EMTs are here! Folks, while the paramedics pick up the remains of these men, we'll go to our next match!
BS: For our next match we have two exciting young talents who are just beginning to make their way here in EWI. "The Steel City Icon" John Miller will take on "Phenomenal" Frankie Scott.
GM: Talk about a tough one to call. I like the attitude both these guys display.
BS: They're both arrogant...overly confident...what am I thinking? Of course you like them. They act like you.
GM: Haha! You love it.
BS: Riiiiight. Let's go to the ring.
Frankie Scott makes his way out to the ring first. Scott taunts the crowd mercilessly as he makes his way into the ring and they respond with loud and resounding boos. John Miller makes his way out next and is booed just as heavily as Scott. He enters the ring and both men eye each other warily.
BS: Miller has a major size advantage here. We'll see if that plays a factor in this match or not.
The referee calls for the bell and Scott barrels across the ring to nail Miller with a series of forearms. Miller seemingly shakes each blow off though and comes out of nowhere with a clothesline that sends Scott into a 360-degree spin.
GM: Could someone in row AA please return Mr. Scott's head to him? Thank you.
Scott tries to get up but Miller stomps him back down to the mat. Miller lets Scott get to his knees several times, only to stomp him back down to the mat before he can stand up. Tiring of the game, Miller pulls Scott up and whips him to the ropes. The "Steel City Icon" connects with a boot to the face and with a grin to the crowd runs off the ropes and nails a legdrop.
GM: Hulkamania lives in EWI!
BS: Would you stop? Everyone knows Hulkamania died out years ago.
Miller hooks a leg and goes for the pin. The referee count reaches two and Scott is able to kick out. Obviously not pleased, Miller pulls Scott up but Scott drops back to his knees and nails a low blow. Miller doubles over, allowing Scott to execute a guillotine face driver. The Phenomenal One heads up top and leaps off with a senton splash, but Miller rolls out of the way and Scott connects only with the mat.
BS: High risk manuever misses the mark! Can Miller capitalize?
GM: I'd hope so.
Miller grabs Scott by the throat and chokeslams him viciously. The crowd roars as Miller begins to ascend the turnbuckles. He leaps off and connects with a diving elbow drop and immediately goes for the pin. The referee counts one...counts two...and Scott kicks out at two and a half.
BS: Can you believe Frankie Scott kicked out!?
GM: Quite honestly, no!
Miller begins arguing with the referee when suddenly Scott comes up from behind and shoves Miller into the ref. The ref goes down in a heap and Scott nails Miller with a kick to the midsection. Scott pulls Miller into a standing headscissors and then hooks both arms. He drops Miller to the canvas face first by sitting down and executing the Phenomedrop. Scott tries to the revive the referee, but to no avail. Suddenly the crowd's boos grow louder than ever as none other than Rob Sampson runs out from the back and hits the ring.
BS: Rob Sampson is out here! But why!?
GM: Shut up and you'll find out!
By this time, both Miller and the referee have regained their senses. All three men stare tentatively at Sampson, unsure of what to do. Sampson lashes out with a Show Stopper sidekick from out nowhere and drops Miller to the mat. The referee immediately calls for the bell and Frankie Scott becomes visibly irritated.
BS: Rob Sampson just cost Frankie Scott the match! Again, I ask, why!?
GM: And again, I say shut up and you'll find out!
Sampson tries to leave the ring, but Scott pulls him back in. He shoves Sampson and swings a right hand at him but Sampson blocks the blow, kicks Scott in the misection and executes the Headliner. Without another word, Sampson heads to the back.
BS: John Miller will move on in the tournament, but at what cost? I guess we'll find out some other time. Folks we've got to cut away, but once we return we'll have Suicide taking on Tabu in a Shock Treatment Match...NEXT!!!
Promos for the HOA T-Shirt go across the screen. Get yours for only 14.95!
("Simply Stunning" have made their way to the ring in a style of your choosing and they have the mic.)
SW: WHAT'S UP SAN DIEGO!!!! (Crowd pop.) "SIMPLY STUNNING" ARE IN THE PLACE SO LET ME HERE YA SCREAM!!!! (Crowd go wild.)
MH: I know you're all p*ssed 'cos there's no tag action tonight....especially involving us so we thought we'd come down and see how San Diego kicks it when the EWI is in town. (Crowd pop once more.) Now let's get down to business and that means one thing.....the Motor City Maniacs. (Crowd boo.) I don't know who these jackasses think they are but when they touch "Simply Stunning"....well let's just say they got what was coming to them!
SW: All we want is for them to come out here right now in front of the great people of San Diego (Quick pop.) and everyone watching at home, stand in the ring, unzip their pants, put their hands down them......FIND SOME B*LLS AND AGREE TO PUT THE TITLES ON THE LINE AT THE NEXT CARD!!!! (Crowd start to pop even louder.) Now obviously we know that won't happen because the MCM's are the biggest chicken sh*t p*ssies we've ever tried to face, they'd rather miss cards then put their belts......OUR belts....on the line.
MH: So Simon and I got to thinking and like they say.....if the mountain won't go to Mohammed then....
SW: ....."Simply Stunning" will have to go to the MCM's! We'll see you all later.....or rather you'll see us later!
(With that they salute the fans and leave.)
BS: Hey do you think they were calling them out?
GM: (sarcasm) OH NO! I wouldn't think that one bit. Moron.
BS: I try to make conversation and you do that. Well anyways the barbed wire is being strung and you can see the electric fly! You know what's next.
GM: A Shock Treatment Match with Suicide and that animal Tabu! This is gonna get sick!
BS: Folks let's go to the ring cause we're ready to go!
BS: This match is a deadly risk already, and now we've got this psychopath Tabu thrown in the mix!
GM: You know, I thinks about time that frisky fellow takes some riddalin.
BS: No argument here. Let's get to the ring.
(The Camera cuts to the ring where "Higher" by Creed kicks in. Suicide makes his way down to ringside where he cautiously steps inside the barbed wire. Tabu's music starts up, but he is nowhere to be seen. Suicide glances around with the fans in an attempt to spot him, but he is out of sight. Then, "Hate Me Now" by Nas and Puff Daddy cues up, as Saul E. Dastardly steps out from the entranceway with 187 right behind him.)
SED: Well, Tabu has no showed this event, but I do have a suitable replacement. He stands at over 7 feet tall, weighing in at 450 pounds, from Philadelphia, PA...he is 187!
(187 makes his way to ringside with Dastardly while Suicide prepares for the worst. 187 is about to slide under the barbed wire when there is a disturbance in the audience.)
BS: What's goin' on? It's him! He showed up after all!
(Tabu carries a snow shovel in hand as he leaps the guardrail to get to the inside. He has a crazed look on his face as he winds up for a hit. 187 turns around just in time to get the snow shovel planted right to his forehead. He hits the concrete floor with a thud as Saul E. looks on in dispair. Tabu points to him, and Dastardly takes this as a sign and leaves. Tabu pushes the shovel into the ring and slides under the wire as the bell rings. The ringside crew then hits the switch for the electricity and the barbed wire sparks to life, causing the crowd to emit ooooohs and ahhhs. Suicide and Tabu both look at the wire for a second, before Tabu picks up the snow shovel and tosses it on the wire. A large spark occurs and the shovel falls to the mat smoking. Tabu stares at it for a while and Suicide takes the opportunity to get the match started. He runs over and dropkicks Tabu in the back, causing him to stumble precariously close to the wire. Suicide then grabs him and sets him up for a double underhook Suicide Driver, but Tabu reverses it into a backbody drop that has Suicide's boot clipping the barbed wire. It sparks as Suicide hits the mat, thankful for not losing a leg. Tabu asks for a chair from one of the ringside fans, and they gladly comply by tossing it in to him. He takes the chair and slams it down across the back of Suicide before laying it on the mat.)
GM: This guy truly is deranged…. I wonder what kind of sick stuff he has planned for our enjoyment tonight?
BS: Who knows, he's got a large arsenal of moves to use.
(Tabu lays Suicide face down on the chair and hits a somersault legdrop onto him, smashing his face into the cold steel. He brings Suicide up to a standing position and goes to whip him into the ropes, but gets it reversed into a samoan drop by Suicide. Suicide takes the opportunity to pull off a Michinoku Suicide Driver onto the chair, impacting Tabu's skull and back. He then gets an idea and sets the chair up in the middle of the ring. He goes to whip Tabu into the ropes, but he reverses it and sends Suicide down on to the chair with a drop toe hold. Tabu quickly runs up to and jumps on the chair, about to perform his triple jump moonsault when he remembers the barbed wire and turns it into a normal moonsault off the chair. He connects and Suicide holds his ribs in pain. Tabu picks him up to his knees and then promptly dropkicks him right in the face. Suicide falls backwards and lays lifeless on the mat as Tabu grabs the chair and begins beating his legs with it. Suicide rolls out of the way for one of the chairshots, and manages to sweep Tabu's legs out from under him. He lands on his neck, and Suicide gains the advantage. He positions him in a standing head scissors, then sets him up for a Jumping Tiger Bomb, which he connects with. Tabu bounces off the mat and lets out a grunt. Suicide picks him up and rocks Tabu with a jumping Suicide Driver. Tabu responds with a few quick punches to the head, and a loud chop across the chest. Suicide reels back and Tabu dropkicks his knees, sending him to the mat. Tabu grabs the chair and slams it over Suicide's head, then throws it into his face. Suicide rolls around on the mat holding his face in pain as the camera cuts to Tabu wiping the sweat off of his forehead. When it cuts back to Suicide, we notice that his face is busted open. Tabu pulls him to his feet and slams him to the canvas with a gorgeous snap suplex. )
GM: These guys mean business. Look, Suicide's bleedin' already!
The camera suddenly cuts backstage with several wrestlers, to include Evan Aho, Kevin Powers, and others, watching the events in the ring with impressed looks on their face.
BS: Well it seems that several of the workers in the back are interested in this match.
GM: Hey Suicide is impressive and Tabu is a killer and this type of match? I would watch too!
(Tabu goes to rake Suicide's forehead on the electric barbed wire, but Suicide manages to fend him off and pulls him down with a side russian leg sweep. Suicide applies a full nelson leglock, but Tabu refuses to tap. Suicide picks him up for a Tilt-A-Whirl Suicide Driver, but Tabu reverses it into a tombstone of his own. Tabu pulls Suicide to his feet, and is about to set him up for another move when suddenly, 187 slides under the bottom line of barbed wire without touching it, and picks up the snow shovel. He goes to nail Tabu with it, but clocks Suicide instead when Tabu moves out of the way. 187 looks on in disbelief as Tabu dropkicks him up high, sending the big man tumbling into the electrified barbed wire. Sparks fly and loud crackles can be heard as 187's body falls through the wire to the floor, taking half the set up with him. The lights fade in and out as the sparks die down, finally. The ring is left a disheveled mess. Tabu kicks the barbed wire to test it, and now notices that it is no longer on. He takes the barbed wire and wraps the chair to Suicide with it, then ascends the corner post with the wire hanging from it. He sails off top with the DOA and connects, leaving him and Suicide lifeless in the middle of the ring. Blood leaks from the wounds just inflicted on Tabu as the referee makes the three count for him.
BS: That was just sick! A twisted match here tonight, ending with Tabu getting the victory!
BS: Folks we've got to.....
['(Can't You)Trip Like I Do - Filter and The Crystal Method begins to play in the back ground. Suddenly the song stops and is replaced with 'Play With Me' - Insane Clown Posse. Up on the ExtremeScreen images of Kevin Powers and 'Risqué' Roseanne Fairhurst begin to show across the screen. At the top of the rampway Fairhurst is the first one to hit the scene. She is wearing Black leather shorts and wearing a ICP Jersey. Coming up behind her is 'Good God' Kevin Powers. Dressed in street clothes he gets behind Fairhurst and holds his arms out in a Y pattern. Behind them a white fountain like pyro effect goes off and the crowd shoots a chorus of cheers. They make their way to the ring and get inside. Fairhurst makes her way in and points to the outside so that the ring announcer can make his way out.]
GM: Oh now my day is complete. I should've know he would be here.
BS: Looks like Powers has a purpose tonight.
GM: Ya think?
KP: SAN DIEGO! Tonight you are about to be amazed. Tonight you are about to be astonished, but most of all....TONIGHT...we're gonna have some fun because that is what The Dark Carnival does best. Tonight let's talk about the state of the EWI and how I personally blame for this BS going on as of late.
RF: Oh I know the answer! It's Zieba right?
KP: Actually it's not him.
RF: Aho?
KP: Nope.
RF: Who?
KP: Actually this goes way back cause I can single out when the EWI started to hit turmoil. The man in question is that retard....COMMANDO! It's because of Commando that the EWI has this extreme feeling that has gone beyond control. Back in the MWC day that twit decided to be the leader of the Manifest Destiny and they attacked without warning. As a matter of fact their FIRST victims were none other than myself and Eddie Dean just because they wanted to get a point across. Well since then I've noticed that Nemesis, Lone Wulf, and K-9 have hit the trial, but that damn Commando is still around.
RF: He was a world champion here.
KP: Big deal! I could win the title anytime I want, but I choose not to. Hell I beat Sampson's ass right in the middle of the ring, but the title was stripped from me but it's okay. I'm off my tour and Zieba actually helped me out so now I'm gonna return the favor plus get a little revenge for the MD BS. When I drove his ass through a table awhile back that just wasn't good enjoy. I WANT THE FULL F'N MEAL!!! So Commando why don't you get your ass out here right now and accept my challenge.
RF: What challenge?
KP: Oh that's simple. To beat Commando's ass in a Extreme match at Shockwave in San Francisco! I'm singing it Commando so....BRING IT BITCH!
BS v/o:Well Powers doesn't seem to be getting a responce from Commando, I don't hear the music, so......wait just a damn minute.
GM v/o:All the lights went out, damn San Deigo Sports Arena, can't we find a better dump then this to hold a card?!
BS v/o:You really don't pay attention do you?
KP:Come on Tasker, enough of lights dimming and you coming from above SHOW YOURSELF!
(The lights come back on, and Tasker is inside the ring standing behind Powers with a burning Singapore Cane.)
BS:Oh my god not again! DAMN that's gotta hurt!
(Tasker just nailed Powers with the burning Singapore Cane in his "LOWER region", and Powers just keeled over as Tasker laid in blows to the head of Powers busting him open with the Singapore Cane. Tasker now grabs the mic from the fallen Powers and begins to talk.)
AT:Well, now you and Mercenary can form the Crispy Critter Club together. But Powers, you want a match with me, hell you got it ............
(Renegade Master' by Wildchild kicks up, as the San Deigo Arena starts to fill with boos for the Owner of the EWI Erik Zieba.)
EZ:So you two want a match do ya, well that's exactly what your going to get. Tasker you think the match I put you in last week was EXTREME, just wait until San Fransisco and I'll show you just how extreme I can get!
(Renegade Master' by Wildchild kicks up as Zieba makes his way to the back soon followed by Tasker, as Powers is being helped to the back by Rosanne Fairhurst.)
BS: This is unreal! Powers vs Commando at Shockwave, but Powers is visibaly hurt!
GM: Don't ask me how, but after seeing what Commando did to Powers I suddenly feel so much better.
BS: You would. Folks we have to take a break, but once we return we're gonna have Sky Suicide take on Steve Radder .... NEXT!!!
The KING FEISAL, III logo appears on the giant video wall. Almost instantly, the sold-out arena begins to jeer. A little guy wearing a sports jacket with no shirt underneath, shorts, and flip-flops walks out to the top of the entrance ramp.
FEISAL: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages... King Feisal, III Productions presents to you, the man that defines what all of your girlfriends want you to be... 16 Magazine's flavor of the month... the epitome of cool... ... SKY SUICIDE!!!
"I Hope You Die" by the Bloodhound Gang kicks into play and immediately, the women in attendance jump to their feet and grab their cameras. Sky walks out in his black wrestling trunks, black wrist tape, and black boots. Sky's greeting is rather harsh, but the women blind him with the flashes of their cameras. Sky waits a few seconds and absorbs the moment. Sky suddenly snaps his fingers and several huge explosions of blue, pink, and white sparks occur at his command. As Sky heads to the ring, he is taunted by a few hecklers. Sky gets up into the face of one of the guys, who then cowardly backs off. Sky slides into the ring, and stays down on his knees. Sky extends his arms and looks straight up to the ceiling. The arena falls black as thousands of little sparks fly down from the rafters and burn out about halfway... giving a shooting star effect. The fans are mystified by the beautiful display for a few moments. The lights flicker back on and Sky hops to his feet and takes his corner. Truely an amazing entrance for the teen idol.
As Radder makes it out to the ring, the bell sounds and the match has officially begun. As the two circle eachother it's Sky Suicide that makes the first move and locks up with Radder in the center of the ring and as they are locked up Sky shoots a swift knee into the midsection of Radder. Sky then comes off the ropes and hits with a swinging neckbreaker that brings Radder hard down on the canvas. With Radder down, Sky goes to pick him up and sends him into the ropes, but as he tries to connect with a spine buster Radder breaks it up and switches it to a DDT instead surprising Sky Suicide Radder then rolls to the outside and grabs a microphone from the announcer's desk.
SR: I'm not even about this right now. Sky Suicide I can kick your ass any day of the week, but tonight.....I just don't feel like it.
Radder starts to walk away as the ref begins his count. As he continues to count the ExtremeScreen begins to come to life showing the Vital Idol locker room. As the cameras show two females walking out of the locker room 'Triple X' Cole Steele quickly comes by and uses a chain to lock the door.
(Ripper Robertson steps out from behind the curtain, with a mic in his hand. Ripper Robertson is wearing a HOA T-shirt)
Robertson: Hey, Sky, Nice job on Steve Radder, I'd say I'm impressed, but it seems that Steveo has lost his desire. Now, Last week, You and your band of peons came out here and attacked Ash. You mess with HOA and you get burned, Isn't that right?
(Suddenly Ash jumps over the security railing and stands on the outside of the ring. Sky Suicide starts looking at both Ripper Robertson and Ash and doesn't see Max Mayhem slide out from under the ring and slide into the ring. Max spins him around and throws a liquid in his eyes. Sky Suicide goes down clutching his eyes. Ash and Ripper slide in the ring and Ash hits the Burning Sensation. Security rushes the ring, as Ash and the Motor City Maniacs head out through the crowd. )
BS: You have to be kidding! The HOA have got revenge and are showing them who are the ones in charge!
GM: Ya gotta love it!
BS: Folks when we return we're gonna have our Main Event....NEXT!!!
BS: Welcome back! During the break there was an incident.....
GM: Just show the damn tape! I can't believe this just happened.
(Robertson and Mayhem, the MCM's are at the refreshment kiosk getting food and sighing a few autographs.)
RR: Ha, did ya hear those Limey punks?
MM: Yeah, like we're scared of them!
RR: So, are we gonna put the titles up?
MM: Why should we? Let them earn it first!
(A kid comes up.)
K: Can I have your autograph please?
MM: Yeah yeah kid, just gimme ya book.
(They put their names on it and he runs off.)
Voice: Can we have your autograph.....IN YA BLOOD?!?!
(They turn round and "Simply Stunning are there with metal chairs. They beat the MCM's down as the crowd bays them on. After they have busted them open they lay the two tag champs on the merchandise table and set the two chairs next to it. Then Wilcox runs up, jumps off them as Hardy pushes him off for extra lift, he does a 360 degree spin and smashes through the table with the MCM's. The crowd go wild as "SS" salute the fans and walk off as the EMT's come.)
Then a bit later this could happen.
(The MCM's are on stretchers being loaded into the ambulance, suddenly "SS" return and start to beat the MCM's again with brooms and trashcans. The EMT's are trying to stop them but "SS" are showing their new attitude. They place the MCM's who are still on stretchers onto two tables that they've set up, then they climb on top of the ambulance and after milking the crowd they both do moonsaults onto the MCM's and through the tables. As they are being loaded back into the ambulance Hardy grabs Mayhem and looks him straight in the yes.)
MH: If ya get out in time for the next card.....you.....us.....tag team title match.....hardcore style......BE THERE!
(He leaves along with Wilcox.)
BS: The hatred level between these two teams is building up quick and something has to be done about it.
GM: Tell me about it. Hopefully it'll be at Shockwave cause HOA already has alot on their platter as it is.
BS: Folks we're about to head to our Main Event and final first round action in the Federation Title search. Let's go to the ring for the action!
(Cue up Lynard Skynard "Workin' for MCA" but replace Ronnie Van Zant' voice singing MCA, with a poorly dubbed "Workin' for EWI". Through the curtain walks Mr. Wrestling2k in white short tights and white mask, Microphone in hand. He shades his eyes attempting to peer into the upper deck where the spinning lights make it apparent that this place is jammed to the rafters.)
MW2k: Now just look at that. (Places his hand on his hip in disapproval) All these empty seats in the upper deck and they coulda been filled…… if only Eric Zima would only give it up and pay for that marquee draw, we could all feel the excitement of a sold out venue with the tip top Sizzuperstar in our sport highlighting the event.
Instead we settle for the greatest masked ring technician in our business versus this (points to Cancer) Johnny Cash dressin', name changin', RJ Reynolds wanna-be. Bullies and fools like this idiot are exactly the type of disgraceful gratuitous violent mongers, who SSN wants off it's family channel. It's true…. If Zima wanted he could have Canker or Rod Sampson against the real "Mr. Main Event". Instead you folks are going to see a scientific masterpiece as I, Mr Wrestling2k dispose of my natural technical expertise and disguise it as only slightly superior to Pat Black, who eats no fat, his wife can eat no lean.(giggles) So I have dismissed the greatest finisher in our sport, because I do not want you imbeciles to recognize me and cause a flood of fans rushing to EWI box offices, and instead I will introduce my new finisher….. I call it Chemotherapy…. And I'm gonna put you Pat, in remission
As Cancer makes his way out down the rampway being followed by his manager Jade, he rolls into the ring and the match is about to start. Suddenly 'Renegade Master' - Wildchild begins to play as EWI Owner Erik Zieba makes his way to the top of the ramp.
EZ: Well well isn't this unique. It looks like we have made it to the main event, but it just doesn't seem complete unless I make it interesting. Since Cancer has a new persona and Mr. Wrestling two thousand wants to hide his face I guess I can change things around here as well. TONIGHT this Main Event will be decided by none other than, oh what was that match, oh yes that's it. Tonight this match will be decided under GENOCIDE RULES! I hope you two will enjoy cause......I know I will.
Zieba walks back behind the curtain as the ref calls for the leather strap and bounds the wrist of Cancer and Mr. Wrestling 2K. At the same time a barbed wired coal miner's glove is being lowered down by a cable twenty feet above the ring.
BS: My God is he kidding? A Genocide match?
GM: Zieba has flat out lost it! I mean sure Extreme Wrestling International, but after the matches earlier then this? He will not be happy until someone dies in the ring! And I know this can't be making the SSN and Gottfried happy one bit.
BS: I don't know anymore, but this match is starting up and one person is gonna have to survive someway and somehow.
GM: Well here's the theory. They are both tied to leather straps. Then as soon as they can they have to go and get a ladder and climb to the top to retrieve the barbed wire coal miner's glove and use it. The very first one that can't answer the ten count is declared the winner. And with Cancer in this match.....things don't look good for Mr. Wrestling two thousand.
As the bell rings both MW2K and Cancer start to pull on the leather strap trying to gain the advantage with Cancer wining the contest by surprising MW2K with a knockdown clothesline. With MW2K down, Cancer wrapped up some of the leather strap and took it to his back several times with each shot leaving a visible sting. Cancer, taking the advantage, grabs a staggering and visually hurt MW2K and wraps him up for an implant DDT that leaves him prone in the center of the ring.
BS: Cancer with the advantage and he's going for the ladder!
GM: I told you this is Cancer's type of match. The way he and Gemini have been tearing up the tag scene who knows what to expect from these two cause they just love pain.
BS: And now....wait I'm being told there is a problem in the back....
GM: Oh what a surprise there.
As the camera cuts to the back it shows that The Vital Idols, along with Ash and Malign, are fighting in the parking lot with EWI security trying to break them apart from eachother.
GM: They're not done yet? I though Sky Suicide learned his lesson!
BS: Apparently not cause they're still going at it...wait look off towards the side! Is that Simply Stunning?
GM: This is getting out of hand!
The camera cuts to another part of the lot and shows The Motor City Maniacs taking it to Simply Stunning. As Robertson takes out Wilcox on the side, Mayhem has made it to the top of one of the eighteen wheelers trailer and leaps on a prone Hardy who is laid out on top of a truck cab.
BS: MOTHER OF GOD!
GM: This is too much. This thing is going to explode and nobody is going to like the result.
Meanwhile, back in the ring, Cancer has managed to get the coal miner's glove and has backed MW2K into the corner, but as he is about to use it MW2K lifts a leg into Cancer's lower region and brings the big man down to one knee. Taking the glove off of Cancer, MW2K picks up Cancer and straddles him on the top rope and continues to rock it up and down.
GM: WOO HOO!! Ride'em cowboy!
BS: That can't be doing wonders for Cancer right now.
GM: Hey maybe Mr. Wrestling is doing us a favor. I mean who really wants to see a Cancer offspring?
BS: You never quit do you?
GM: Hey I get the big bucks for comments like those.
MW2K, while Cancer is still on the top rope, takes the glove and puts it on. He then takes Cancer off the rope and whips him into the ropes and connects with the glove right on Cancer's forehead. Picking him back up MW2K does it again and again until he cuts the big man wide open.
BS: Cancer is busted open, but look at him. Is he enjoying it?
GM: Knowing him....YES!
The ref starts the count and makes it up to eight before Cancer gets back up, but is quickly put back down by MW2K. With Cancer still down MW2K quickly moves in and continues to lay into Cancer with the glove until he cannot continue.
BS: It's over! Mr. Wrestling Two Thousand is going onto Heawave in Sacramento to face Sky Suicide! He now joins the rest of the field for Heatwave as Steele will face Roberts, Sampson will go one on one with Ash, and Miller goes up against the insane Tabu!
GM: WAIT! Look at this!
Jade jumps to the apron and gets the attention of MW2K and surprises him with a green mist that chatches him in the eyes. With MW2K down, Jade slides a stapler to Cancer and he takes it to the side of MW2K’s head several times before he opens it up and starts to staple at MW2K’s mask.
BS: WHAT IS HE DOING?? Secuirty needs to get out here right now!!!
GM: I told you the man is sick!
EWI Secuirty begins to flood the ring as they pull Cancer off of MW2K and drag him off towards the back.
BS: Folks we are out of time! For Gary McFarland and everyone at EWI....this is Brett Sanders saying good night and tune in nextime for Shockwave in San Francisco!!!