
{Limosenie pulls in at the back entrance of the colusium as an irrate Wlectra Wattsteps out noticablly complaining to someone in the limo. She turns to see the cameraman and suddenly storms him yelling loudly.}
Electra- Where the hell is he? HUH! I'm asking you a question where is that son of a b$#@* ( She grabs on of the camera crew by the shirt.} Where is he?
Crew person- I I I, don't know.
Electra- Your useless {She then lets go of him slaming him to the ground.}
{Deezee leisurly steps out the car noticably not happy but still trys to keep a calm demeanoras the limo driver hands him he's bags, Deezee then turn toward the camera as Electra countinues her assualt and yelling obscenities toward the camera crew in the background, trying to find where Bass is. As Deezee walks into the back entrance puffing on a cigar he stops for a minute panning around to the camera.}
Deezee- By the way this isn't that victory cigar I was talking about
{He laugh's countinuing on his way. As The Brothers Payne step out next}
Ricky P.- Yo! Tommy she got hella problems man, but wherever the hell Bass is he better get here for the match, and I mean soon. Cause I won't be able to put up with Electra's crazy ass for long.
Tommy P.- Yeah! No more caffine for damn sure, but check it yo. We ain't got time to worrywe got a match tonight. And for once {Tommy pauses looking back to the limo as The Naughty Frog jumps out, only to run over to the limo driver and star humping him all the way to the ground. As Tommy and Ricky start laughing as Justin Sane finally gets out looking in disbeilf on his face} I think we actually got him into shape.
J.Sane- AH! man look at him he's doing it again {He looks at Tommy} Does he ever stop doing that to people.
Ricky P.- Although that is actually an damn good question, we need to wonder if he's actually gonna last for more than two minutes in the ring. What do ya think Bro?
Tommy P.- I said that we got him in to shape. I never preformed a holy maricle {He then looks at Naughty who still is humping the driver , while Justin throws the rest of them there bags.}
J.Sane- Yo! Payne and Payne, catch!
{Both Payne brothers catch the bags with ease, they then look back at Naughty Frog, but now with disgust.}
Ricky P.- A Justin make the little freak stop will ya!
{A smile crosses Justins face as he grabs the last gym bag from the trunk, glaring at Naughty Frog. Who is unaware to what is about to happen still humping the limo driver who is now trying to fight back. Justin then lifts the bag in the air chunking it at Naughty's head knocking him off the limo driver.}
Limo Driver- Thank You! Sir
J.Sane - Heh! Trust me the pleasure was all mine. {He then looks at Naughty.} Come on your makine yourself look like an ass {He then turns to Ricky and Tommy following them inside.} Where the hell did he get that idiotic humping gimimck from, and when the hell is it gonna stop?
{Ricky and Tommy stop, looking at each other and then both turn around to a bewildered Sane.}
Ricky P.- Unfortunatly.......... it ain't a gimmick
{They all shake there heads and walk inside laughing as Naughty trys to knock out the cob webs and follow them inside.}
{As the camera fades in the scene shows EWI Owner Erik Zieba sitting behind a makeshift desk in the arena writing down some last minute notes. As he is doing so his secretary comes walking in.}
S: Mr. Zieba I got those papers you wanted taken care of complete.
EZ: Good. Very good. Everything has been proofread?
S: Yes.
EZ: All the I's dotted and all the T's crossed?
S: Of course.
EZ: Everything is legal and binding?
S: It was passed across your lawyers and they said it is legal, but I have a question ... why?
EZ: You never know ... you just never know.
{As they continue to talk the camera fades out.}


[The camera cuts to The Myraid Arena in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. 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 FINAL installment of the EWI’s Heartland Horror Picture Show tour that finishes right here in beautiful Oklahoma City, Oklahoma! Welcome to MELTDOWN! Joining me as always is the man on my right Garrett McFarland. Gary....what's going on?
GM: Tonight is the night of history my friend. Tonight is the night we can actually see the EWI change ownership from the evil and sadistic Erik Zieba to the kind and caring hands of Marcus Gottfried, but that's not the rumor of the night. Is it true that the winner will also win the EWI Extreme World Title?
BS: That rumor has been passed around and it could very well be true.
GM: Then that explains the foul mood Hellfighter has been in the entire time. How dare Zieba make a ruling like that.
BS: We'll have to see if that's true, but for now let's get to Meltdown! So many exciting matches tonight and ..
[The lights in the arena shut off, row by row until they are all dimmed. "The Everlasting Gaze" by Smashing Pumpkins fills the air as several white strobe lights flicker on atop the ramp. As the music really begins to kick in, two white fountain-effect pyrotechnics go off, enveloping the ramp in white light. Amidst this white light stands a lone figure who strides down the ramp, clad in a pair of grey wrestling tights, a white t-shirt bearing the logo "Zero" and a pair of stylish sunglasses. The man, obviously "The Southern Fox" Zero, climbs onto the ring apron, vaulting over the top rope as the strobe lights and pyro come to a halt. He extends a hand to the ring announcer, requesting the microphone, which is granted.]
Zero: You know guys, something's been bothering me for quite a while now. Everybody knows Ash, our Television Champion, and everyone knows Evan Aho, former Extreme World Champion. And everyone also knows that these two are scheduled to have a Television Title Match here, tonight. Here's something you may NOT have known. I, "The Southern Fox" Zero, am the Number One Contender to that title!
[Zero nods, motioning with his arms to the crowd as if to say, 'I Know!']
Zero: Now, not to take anything away from Ash or Evan, but I should be getting a shot at that title! If I hadn't been involved with the St. Louis...something or other, I wouldn't be in this situation!
[Zero pauses, craning his neck to view the entire audience.]
Zero: So here's what I want. At Heatwave, I want a shot at whoever is Television Champion after tonight. Aho, Ash, it doesn't matter, they're both three letter a-words, and I can think of another three letter a-word...art. Oh come on, you didn't think I'd call Ash or Evan that OTHER word, did you?
[An awry grin steals onto Zero's face.)
Zero: So if I come out of this Twelve Man Extreme Survivor Series tonight against...those other guys alive, then I want my shot!
[Zero hands the Announcer his microphone back and exits the ring, via the ramp.]
BS: 'The Southern Fox' Zero has spoken and his eyes are on the Television Title!
GM: He's had a decent streak, but to come out and demand it? Just because you're number one contender doesn't mean you get stuff handed to ya.
BS: Well we're all set to go for tonight's matches and to kick it off it's Jesse Falcon putting the EWI Cruiserweight title on the line against SSN's own Sky Suicide.
GM: Sky Suicide won a Contract on a Pole match back at Shockwave to get this shot and it's been a long time in coming. The man is primed, pumped, and ready to go.
BS: Yet you can't take away from Falcon cause he is an amazing competitor.
GM: I can.
BS: Well that's you. Folks let's go to the ring for the first title match of the night!
Both men make their respective entrances, with Falcon coming to the ring last and carrying the Cruiserweight title over his shoulder. Both men stare across the ring at each other in anticipation of the match beginning. Finally the bell rings and the two men rush each other and lock up. The slightly heavier Sky Suicide gains the advantage with a side headlock but Falcon is quick to push him off to the ropes. Suicide ducks a clothesline but gets caught with a back elbow on the rebound, staggering the challenger. Falcon quickly follows up with a belly-to-back suplex and gets a two-count from it.
BS: The champion is looking pretty sharp here, as always.
GM: Right, but don't count Sky Suicide out. He's been really close to breaking though lately, and hey, I loved that Sin City show he was on!
BS: Yeesh.
Falcon whips Suicide to the ropes but Suicide reverses and backdrops Falcon. Falcon scrambles to his feet but is met with a dropkick that sends him through the ropes and onto the apron. Falcon pulls himself to his feet just in time to be caught by a springboard clothesline by Suicide that takes both men down to the arena floor.
BS: Sky Suicide comes back in a big way and now both men are on the floor!
Both men pull themselves to their feet. Suicide swings a right hand at Falcon but the champion blocks it and whips Suicide into the guard rail. He follows up with a series of hard chops to the challenger's chest and then rolls him into the ring. As Suicide gets to his feet, Falcon jumps up onto the top rope and springboards off for a clothesline but Suicide catches him with a spinebuster that gets him a two-count. Suicide pulls Falcon and goes for a swinging neckbreaker but Falcon grabs the top rope and Suicide goes down hard, landing on the back of his head.
BS: The crafty champion keeps finding way to regain the advantage!
GM: That's something Suicide's got to learn to counter. Otherwise he'll leave this ring as just the latest guy to lose to Jesse Falcon.
BS: A sad case of ... wait ... I'm being told something is going on backstage.
GM: NOW?
[The scene cuts to the backstage, where a small huddle of people is. In the middle, is a tall, semi-muscular man, wearing baggy, black cargo pants, and a skintight black sleeveless shirt; new EWI superstar, Chris Lehew. Beside him, stands a man of equal height, though, FAR more muscular, with platinum-blonde hair {Chris Lehew's personal trainer}. The two stand near a TV, watching the Cruiserweight title match between Sky Suicide, and Jesse Falcon.]
Chris Lehew: This is pathetic. I'd make a better champion than either of these idiots.
Trainer: Seriously. You could out fight any of these punks, any day, anywhere, anytime…thanks to my excellent training skills.
[The trainer grins widely, his several missing teeth now evident.]
CL: Oh, shut up. I could kick their ass's all over the ring BEFORE I hired you.
T: ...Yeah. That's what I was saying, sir.
[The two stand in silence for a while, watching the match for a bit longer, until Chris states, quite snobbishly.]
CL: It's my duty to become the Cruiserweight champ not because I'm doing it for the people, but because I have more money than Sky Suicide and Jesse Falcon put together. Hell, I could BUY the damn belt.
[Chris Lehew briefly glances at his trainer, simply saying, "By the way, look into that." He then turns around, shouting, "WILSON!" A short, fat, balding man runs up, sweat beading on his forehead.]
W: Yes, sir?
[Chris pulls several hundred-dollar bills out of his pocket, shoving them in Wilson's face.]
CL: Go buy some food for Chad and me. Something good, for a change.
W: YES SIR!
[The short man runs off, a panicked expression on his face. Chris turns back to the TV, muttering something under his breath as he does so. He watches for a little while longer, as Falcon hits a flying clothesline on Suicide. He rolls his eyes, then turns off the TV.]
CL: Damnit, I've had enough of this filth! I could beat any of these apes ANY time. Or at least buy 'em off. Anyway, I'm goin' home to relax with some Champaign, and caviar. See ya tomorrow to train for my big debut?
[The trainer shoots a 'what a jerk' glance at Chris, then turns the TV back on, and sits down, eyes fixed on the screen. Chris walks off screen, muttering under his breath just as the scene cuts back to the ring.]
Falcon picks the challenger and tosses him over the top rope to the outside. He then signals to the crowd as Suicide gets to his feet. Falcon gets a running start, goes into a cartwheel, and sends himself flying out of the ring and onto the challenger with a Space Flying Tiger Drop.
BS: Oh my God! Jesse Falcon just IGNITED this crowd!
GM: That move never ceases to amaze me, but what's up with this new guy? What's his name? Chris Lehew?
BS: He is one of the new young guns here in the EWI wanting to make a name for himself.
GM: Another spotlight seeker go figure.
Both men fight to regain their senses on the outside. Suicide comes to first and unleashes a right hand to Falcon's jaw before throwing him back into the ring. The challenger climbs up top and as Falcon stands up he leaps and connects with a flying cross body press. The referee counts two before Falcon puts a foot on the ropes to break the count. Suicide follows up quickly by trying to procure a figure four leglock but Falcon rolls him up for a two-count.
BS: This match continues to go back and forth. I really have no idea who's going to come out on top here.
GM: Probably the first guy who decides to break the rules, which is just as it should be.
Both men get back to their feet and Sky Suicide scores with a solid forearm smash across the bridge of Falcon's nose. Falcon stumbles into a neutral corner but comes rushing back out with a clothesline, but Suicide ducks under the champion's arm, spins him around, and kicks him in the midsection. He then places Falcon in a standing headscissors before pulling him up and dropping him head-first to the canvas with a piledriver.
BS: Sky Suicide scores big with a piledriver! Now, could we see...?
GM: Yes, there it is!
Suicide locks the champion in a full nelson and then executes the Suicide Solution. Suicide drops down on top of Falcon for the pin but the champion rolls a shoulder up off the ground just before the referee's count reaches three.
BS: I don't believe it! Jesse Falcon kicked out after the Suicide Solution!
GM: But after taking a move like that, Falcon can't have much more to give!
Sky Suicide argues with the referee over the count but finally turns his attention back to the champion. He goes to whip Falcon into the turnbuckle but Falcon reverses the whip and pulls Suicide into a front facelock. He then backs himself into a corner, hops up on the second rope and leaps off with a tornado DDT. Falcon then gets to his feet and points to the top turnbuckle. After pulling the challenger up and placing him on the top rope, Falcon executes a super hurricanrana.
BS: The champion is pulling out all the stops now! He doesn't want to lose that title and it shows!
GM: But he's got to follow up or all that energy was wasted!
Falcon pulls himself up and wearily pulls himself up to the top rope. As the crowd looks on in awe and those with cameras all snap pictures as Falcon launches himself into the Fury Bomb. The awe turns to cries of surprise as Suicide rolls out of the way of the move and Falcon crashes into the canvas. Suicide crawls over and lays an arm across Falcon's chest. The referee drops down and makes his count: one...two...three!
GM: Sky Suicide has done it! He's the new Cruiserweight Champion!! That's one for SSN and EWI ... NADDA!
BS: You can say what you want about this match, but both Falcon and Suicide put on one HELL of a show! This one is gonna be remembered for awhile there is no doubt about that.
GM: Except for tonight when the SSN lockerroom is trashed from too much partyin'
{As the announcers continue to talk the cameras cut to the back where Hellfighter can be seen walking in the hallway. Drapped on his shoulder is his EWI Extreme World Title belt. In an obvious upset mood he looks around as if he is searching for something.}
HF: (pointing to VP Les McCarver) YOU! Where is Zieba's office.
LM: He should be around here somewhere.
HF: I'm NOT in the mood to play games. Just point me to where he is at cause he has ALOT of explaining to do.
LM: All right then. He's down the hall, take a left, keep going down ... can't miss it.
HF: Thank you.
{As Hellfighter walks off McCarver shakes his head in disgust as the camera fades out and back to the announcer's table.}
GM: Hey you think someone is upset?
BS: It's obvious Hellfighter has something on the mind and it has to be to possible status of his belt.
GM: I hope he kicks Zieba's ass.
BS: I seriously dobut he does something like that, but he is gonna speak his mind. Folks coming up next we've got Ash putting his Television title on the line against former Television and Extreme World Champion .... Evan Aho.
GM: Evan Aho. All around nice guy and former champion. Also enjoys making friends with the girls, but won't go any farther. Ask Victoria she knows. I see Ash tearing a new hole in this sissy.
BS: You're incredible I swear! Evan Aho is the all-around best wrestler this company has to offer and you call him a sissy?
GM: Oh did your panties get in a wad over that?
BS: Let's just go to the ring for our second title defense of the night.
GM: Besides Ash has beat this bum before. My money is on the Ash man!
BS: Then there is only one way to find out.
Evan Aho enters the house and looks around, Ash charges in and spears Evan and sends him smashing into a coat rack. Ash takes the coat rack and slams it into the ribs of Evan Aho. Evan manages to crawl from the foyer and into the dining area of the house. Ash stalks Evan Aho, but Evan is quick to hit a fore arm to Ash's head, stunning the big man. Evan Aho looks around and shrugs his shoulders. Evan climbs up on a Dinner Room chair and comes off with a clothesline that sends both men to the floor. Evan quickly applies a arm bar and pulls back on Ash's arm. Ash reaches up and rakes the eyes of Evan Aho, causing Evan to release the hold. Ash gets to his feet and grabs Evan Aho and picks him up and slams him on the dining room table. Evan grabs his back and grimaces in pain. Ash grabs a chair and cocks it back, Evan Aho in a act of deperation reaches up and he swings the chandler in Ash's direction, Ash ducks, but the chandler knocks the chair from Ash's hand.
BS: Evan Aho is out of his element in this house.
GM: I know, Isn't it great?
Evan Aho rolls off the table and crawls into the kitchen. Ash lays the boots to Evan Aho, but Evan hits a leg sweep that sends Ash crashing down to the titled floor. Evan grabs Ash's left knee and drives his knee into it. Ash grasps at Evan Aho and puts a thumb in Evan Aho's eye. Evan Aho is temporarly blinded and Ash pulls himself up and grabs Evan and smashes his head against the kitchen sink cabinet. Evan is laying on the ground trying to clear his vision as Ash gets up and tilts the Refridgerator and it comes crashes down but Evan Aho moves and it falls within a inch of Evan Aho. Evan Aho is back to a vertical base and Ash charges, Evan side steps the rush and Ash runs into the stove. Ash turns and swings a frying pan in the direction of Evan Aho. Evan blocks the shot with a forearm. Evan grabs his fore arm and screams out in pain. Ash throws the the frying pan down and throws Evan Aho back into the foyer, Ash charges and tackles Evan into what looks like the living room of the house. Evan smacks the back of his head on the crarpeted floor, but still he clutches at his head, as Ash grabs a lamp from an end table, Ash wraps the cord around the throat of Evan Aho.
BS: Someone needs to stop this.
GM: No...NO!!
Evan brings a knee up and catches Ash with a shot to the temple, causing him to fall back. Evan Aho rolls and unwraps the cord from around his neck. Ash gets up and with fire in his eyes stalks after Evan Aho. Evan Aho stands his ground and hits a beautiful Belly to Belly Suplex that sends Ash and himself through the coffee table. Evan Aho hooks a leg. The ref with the count. One...Two....Kick out by Ash. Evan gets back to his feet, but he also lets Ash get there too. Ash grabs Evan by the throat and throws him into the wall, putting a big hole in the wall. Evan Aho stumbles off the wall and Ash catches Evan with a DDT, but it's on the couch and Evan Aho springs up and catches Ash with a forearm in the side of the head, but Evan still favors that forearm and stumbles back in pain. Ash charges and Evan moves to the side and then applies a wastelock and brings Ash over and hits a German Suplex. One..Two....Three......
BS: And Evan Aho has done it! He has taken it to Ash and came out of it with the EWI Television Title!
GM: Ash almost had him ... Hell he HAD HIM! You ask me Aho cheated his way to the win.
BS: What? HOW?
GM: I don't know how, but he did.
BS: These two are very impressive, but from seeing what we saw in the ring you know this one is far from over.
{As the scene cuts away the camera picks up on Hellfighter busting into EWI Owner Erik Zieba's office where Zieba is sitting at his desk as if he was waiting for this to happen.}
EZ: Mr. Hellfighter. How good it is to ..
HF: Don't you start with me. How could you .. no .. how DARE you put my Extreme Title on the line in a match I'm not even fighting in?
EZ: Aren't you the ref?
HF: Yeah? So?
EZ: Then you're in the match! Make sure the best man gets your title.
HF: No that's a bunch of crap!
EZ: NO! You know what a bunch of crap is? A bunch of crap is when someone THINKS they have some type of power just because they hold a belt! How dare me? HOW DARE YOU! How dare you make a deal with the SSN saying you'll defend your title on three shows in a row and, if victorious, then I and Gottfried will get in the ring to settle our differences!
HF: Considering how you two have been acting it seemed ...
EZ: Oh? Were you THINKING? You, OF ALL PEOPLE, should know that's bad for your health! Gottfried isn't a wrestler and neither am I. We'll take care of things in the office and not in the ring.
HF: That's why I left the clause for someone to fight for you.
EZ: And you also opened the door for the EWI to change ownership if, for some reason, I LOSE!
HF: That I did and if it upset you then I'm sorry I should not of done it, but I still don't see why my title ..
EZ: YOUR TITLE!?!? Last time I checked it was the property of the EWI! NOT YOU! Sure you won it, but like in the real world you are only RENTING IT! The TRUE OWNER of that belt, along with the other belts, the EWI name, and because you're under contract ... YOUR ASS ... IS ME!
HF: But ..
EZ: BUT WHAT? The only thing you have going for you is that seven plus frame of muscle, but brainwise? HELL NO! It's people like me that do the thinking and people like you that do the DOING around here! So let me think up something else that you can follow. Since you continue to whimper I'm gonna give you ANOTHER huge break. I'm gonna make the main event NOT for the Extreme World Title so you get to take a breath of relief, but only for so long.
HF: Why is that?
EZ: Cause whoever wins that match tonight I have went out of my way to make sure that you meet that winner at Shockwave and you WILL put the title on the line and there WILL be a winner and for your sake you better pray to your God that SSN doesn't take over. Do I make myself clear.
HF: (with a pissed off look on his face) Yes sir.
EZ: Then do something else for me and get out of my office ... NOW!
HF: (as Hellfighter is walking out) One more question.
EZ: What?
HF: If Love wins and SSN takes over .... how is it you've booked that match then when you won't have power?
EZ: Believe me everything is legal and binding. I have gone out of my way to make sure that happens. Consider it a gift for the HUGE gift you've given me Hellfighter. NOW GET OUT!
{As the door slams the camera fades out and back to the announcers' table.}
BS: WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT!
GM: As if the man wasn't pissed off before, but hey he gets to keep the title.
BS: Yes he gets to keep the title, but he'll face the winner at Shockwave in Indy.
GM: But was that the thing Zieba was working on? To make sure that Hellfighter gets a match at Indy the way Zieba wants it?
BS: It has to be. Folks, coming up next, it's time for The Motor City Maniacs and Simply Stunning to go one more time.
GM: We've seen it before and we'll see it again, but this time it's for bragging rights. Both are former Tag Team Champions and both are very experienced in the ring, but because of the Extreme power that the MCM's have I'm going with them.
BS: Simply Stunning are no strangers to the extreme scene mind you. They've had their fair share of matches like that to enclude being in brackets for the Extreme Title way back when.
GM: Well then let's quit talking about it and let's get to it.
BS: Good plan.
BS: Simply Stunning is now in the ring and we're waiting the arrival of t--Oh the Maniacs just jumped out of the crowd and are attacking Simply Stunning! The bell rings and this match is underway 'cos this is all perfectly legal!
Max Mayhem is going at it with Simon Wilcox while Ripper Robertson and Michail Hardy are going head to head. Hardy gains the advantage over Robertson and throws him into the security barrier. Robertson clutches his ribs and turns around to be met with a dropkick from Hardy. Meanwhile, Max Mayhem has gained the advantage over Wilcox and drives him to the concrete with a DDT. Mayhem rolls him into the ring. On the outside, Hardy looks under the ring and pulls out a shload of items. The first thing he picks up is a kendo stick which he then uses to bash in the head of Ripper Robertson. He goes for the shot again, but Robertson moves and snatches the kendo stick from Hardy and hits him with it thrice before breaking it over his head!
BS: Holy moley!
GM: It's no wonder they hired you to talk, Bret! You're so articulate!
BS: I'm just surprised that you know what 'articulate' means.
Back inside the ring, Max Mayhem sends Simon Wilcox into the ropes and attempts a leapfrog on the rebound but Wilcox catches him and delivers a HUGE suplex, sending Mayhem outside to the concrete below! Wilcox with a flying elbow to the outside! Meanwhile, Ripper Robertson tosses Michael Hardy into the ring steps. He follows it up with a baseball slide, but Hardy moves and causes Robertson to slam into the steel. Hardy pulls him up and takes him down with a belly-to-belly suplex. He attempts to whip Robertson but the move is reversed and Robertson takes Hardy down with a powerbomb. He waits on Hardy to regain himself before dropkicking him towards the barrier which Hardy tumbles over into the crowd!
BS: On the other side, Max Mayhem regains his advantage over Simon Wilcox and takes him down with a windmill suplex!
Mayhem sees what's going on in the crowd and charges towards the action. He bounds off the security railing and nails a huge moonsault variation onto Michael Hardy!!! Mayhem and Robertson nail Hardy with a double suplex! Mayhem tosses Hardy back into the ringside area while Robertson tends to Wilcox. Wilcox by this time, has recovered and catches Robertson with a nice belly-to-belly suplex. Wilcox pins but only gets a one. Wilcox whips Robertson into the announce table and rolls him on top of it.
GM: Oh geez! Get down! Get down!!
Wilcox goes for a piledriver, but Robertson reverese it and sends Wilcox to the ground flat on his back. Robertson goes under the ring and pulls out a table! As he sets it up, Robertson recovers and throws Wilcox into the ring. Back on the outside, Hardy has regained control over Mayhem and nails him with a trashcan shot to the head. Mayhem stumbles backwards but doesn't fall. Hardy nails him again, and this time he falls. Hardy covers! One, two! Kickout! Back in the ring, Robertson whips Wilcox into the turnbuckle. He sets him up on top and follows.
BS: Looks like this could be a superplex.
Wilcox fights back and SHOVES Robertson off of the top! Devastating clothesline from the top to Robertson! Wilcox goes for the powerbomb but Robertson blocks it and throws a trashcan into Wilcoz's face! Robertson whips Wilcox into the ropes and hits a knee to the gut. He sets up for a powerbomb but Michael Hardy comes out of nowhere and nails Robertson with a low-blow! Scoop slam from Hardy! Simply Stunning nails Robertson with a double dropkick. Max Mayhem comes in to help his partner but eats a nice DDT from Michael Hardy followed by an armbar submission!
GM: There's no chance in hell of Max Mayhem tapping out!
BS: No, but he won't do much good in that position!
Robertson comes to his senses and nails Wilcox with a vertical suplex. Elbow by Robertson. He covers! One! Two! Thr-- NO! Robretson lays the boots into Wilcox and climbs up top.
BS: Looks like he's going for a splash but-- Oh what are they doing here!?
GM: Girls!
Simply Stunning's escorts Sharon and Jill come to the ring. Ripper is distracted by them and doesn't notice Wilcox get up. By time he realizes, Wilcox is able to toss him from the top into the center of the ring. Wilcox grabs Robertson by the hair, picks him up, and kicks him in the gut. He grabs the trashcan laying in the ring and nails him in the center of the head.
BS: Ripper Robertson is busted wide open!
GM: Well, I'll be damned if this ain't a slobberknocker, Bretley!
Wilcox lays Robertson on the table on the outside and ascends the turnbuckle. He jumps and nails a moonsaults on Ripper Robertson through the table to the concrete below!!
BS: Dear God! He's gotta be half dead!
Wilcox makes the cover! One! Two! Three! Simply Stunning celebrates with their ladies in the ring.