BS: Welcome back everyone. During the break our cameras stayed with The Showstoppers on their way to the backstage area. What happened there.....let's just go to the tape.

[The tape shows Styles and Taylor continuing to walk towards the backstage area when suddenly they are attacked from behind by Trypp and Brandon Williams of Tribal Instinct. With the sudden sneak attack Brandon makes sure both men stay down as Trypp rumbles through their baggage until he sees what he is searching for.....the NthWA Tag Team Titles.]

TW: All right I've got'em. Let's get out of here.

[As Brandon reaches for one of the belts, Rob Styles makes a sudden lunge for the belts only to be beaten down by Trypp and Brandon with the belts. After a while EWI security arrives and chases off Tribal Instinct from The Showstoppers.]

GM: Hey that's great! Forget these EWI cronies it's the NthWA where it's at!

BS: I hate to remind you of this AGAIN, but the NthWA is closed and those belts mean nothing here!

GM: To you they mean nothing, but to everyone else who KNOWS the buisness those belts are everything.

BS: Whatever. Well coming up next...wait as second. We're getting... yes folks, we're getting another report from our very own Victoria McCave in the backstage area. Victoria, I understand there's more going on with Gemini.

VM: Yes there is Brett, yes there is! A few minutes ago, both the cameraman and the EMT abducted by Gemini reappeared just a few minutes ago.

BS: Were either of them hurt by Gemini Victoria?

VM: Surprisingly Brett, neither seems to be physically hurt. The EMT however, seems to be very ill and the cameraman appears to be almost in shock. Neither of them have been cleared by the medical staff to speak with me as yet.

BS: So we're still in the dark then?

VM: Not for much longer apparently Brett, after he released both of the men, Gemini reappeared in the hallway and headed directly for the broadcast booth with a tape in hand. He was also wearing a different outfit than he normally wears Brett, it was the same costume that he wore the night of his Extreme match with Eli Flair.

BS: Has Gemini himself said anything else Victoria?

VM: No Brett, he hasn't. He's been almost strangely silent since reappearing, almost as if he was incapable of speech.

BS: Well, keep us posted Victoria.

GM: Is that boy ever O.K.?

BS: Gemini? Nope. He's always been a little on the edge.

GM: Great. I got hired by the physco ward of wrestling!

BS: And with that let's go to ringside for our next match.


EWI Intercontinental Title Match

Hellfighter vs. Lone Wulf

6'11", 290lbs | 7'2", 420lbs

Kansas City, Missouri | San An' Texas

"Revolution" - Kirk Franklin's Nu Nation Project | "2 of Amerikaz most Wanted" - Tupac Shakur and Snoop Doggy Dogg


Lone Wulf coems out first to a huge heel pop. "HellFighter" Michael Patrick Shultze comes out second to a deafing face pop. Lone Wulf doesn't waste any time and hits Hellfighter as soon as he enters the ring, with a axehandle to the back. HellFighter crumbles to the mat, but fight his way back up. Both men exchange blows and finally Lone Wulf takes the advantage with a rake to the eyes, then a side headlock, but Shultze connects with belly to back suplex.

BS: Back and forth this match is going and neither will back down.

GM: I guess this is your classic good versus evil? Why did I even BOTHER to show up! I could've stayed home and not answered the phone. Hell I've got caller ID I could've just let the damn thing ring!

BS: Just sit back and call the match.

Shultze is quick to his feet and irish whips a stunned Lone Wulf into the far ropes and catches him with a Boot to the face. Lone Wulf falls to the mat and Shultze bounces off the rope and goes for a elbow drop, but Lone Wulf rolls out of the way. Lone Wulf takes the advantage with a reverse arm bar. Lone Wulf wrenches back with all his might, but Shultze gets a foot on the ropes and the ref calls for a break and after a four count Lone Wulf releases the hold. Schultze shakes his arm and tries to get the circulation back, but Lone Wulf is on the attack and catches Schultze with a clothesline. Lone Wulf goes for a cover but barely gets a two count.

BS: Oh that was close! We almost had a new Intercontinental champion right there!

GM: Big deal! If he wanted the match then he would've finished it long ago.

BS: Hey Hellfighter is a tough competitor.

GM: Of course he is.

Lone Wulf yells at the ref which allows Schultze to catch his breathe and to catch Lone Wulf with a kick to the stomach followed with a DDT. Lone Wulf rolls out of the ring to gather himself. Suddenly the crowd comes to there feet as Mercanary comes down to ringside. Merc, wearing all black including a mask, comes and takes a seat at the announcers table.

BS: Mercenary is at the announce table.

GM: Merc who? What do you think you're doing out here?

Mercenary reaches down and grabs Garrett MacFarland by the throat and picks him up, throwing him back into the crowd.

Mercenary: That punks an idiot. He doesn't know why I'm out here? MD is why I'm out here. They damn near killed me and my face.......my face......is now too hidious to be shown in public. I attack and they hide.

While this is going on, Lone Wulf has the advantage in the ring and slams Shultze in the ring. The crowd starts to stir as someone starts coming out through the crowd. As he approaches the ringside area it becomes clear that the man is Jeffrey Roberts.

BS: Jeffery Roberts? What is he doing out here?

M: Perhaps he is going to beat me to the punch.

BS: What the Hell does that mean?

M: Just watch.

Roberts is dressed in all black with some dark sunglasses on and is carrying a drink in his right hand. He walks up behind the area where the announcers are and starts to climb over the railing, but then raises a finger and pauses a second to put down his drink and shove a fan out of his chair. He picks up the chair, hops over the rail and slides into the ring. Lone Wulf, who along with Hellfighter have been oblivious to the extracurricular activity suddenly become aware of his presence when Roberts brings the chair down hard on the top of Lone Wulf's head as he turns around. The ref quickly calls for the bell.

Winner: Lone Wulf (via DQ)


BS: What the? He just gave Lone Wulf the match! What is he trying to prove?

M: Well I don't know about you, but that's my cue.

BS: What?

"HellFighter" Michael Patrick Shultze pushes Jefferey Roberts, who in returns smacks "HellFighter" Michael Patrick Shultze in the head with the chair. Schultze goes to one knee but gets back up and chases Jefferey Roberts. Mercenary leaves the announcers table and reaches under the ring and pulls out a can of lighter fluid and a steel chair. Mercenary slides into the ring and brings the chair crashes down across the head of Lone Wulf. Mercenary then opens the can or lighter fluid and pours it all over Lone Wulf.

BS: Oh no he wouldn't!

GM: (finally back from the crowd) He didn't have to do that! I can have my lawyers on old scarface in a fraction of a second! He better......(looking in the ring) Hey he's starting a bonfire. Cool!

BS: You would switch sides that quick!

He pulls out a ligther and lights it, just as he's about to throw the lit lighter on LoneWolf, Tania steps inbetween them raising her hands in mercy, begging Merc not to do it. Merc slowly shakes his head in confusion. Then he raises the lighter and as he's about to put it to her face as Hellfighter runs in and knocks the lighter out of his hands. They stand just above the unconscious LoneWolf and stare at eachother seeing who will flinch first. Merc pushes Hellfighter who does not budge, Merc turns and leaves.

GM: Damn why didn't he do it?

BS: Who knows, but one thing is for sure and that is Mercenary will not be happy until he destroys MD one by one!

GM: But what about the confrontation between Hellfighter and Mercenary. That could prove to be interesting.

BS: Well that's another problem in the fold, but we got to go to a break right now, but when we return we've got Lynn taking on Kevin Powers..NEXT!!


BS: Welcome back folks. Well coming up we've got Co-Owner Zieba's favorite wrestler coming up next and he'll be facing off against Justin Lynn.

GM: I don't know why Zieba hates this guy. I mean he was a NthWA Owen Hart Tournament Cup winner along with winning several other belts along the way. This guy is a true champion yet Zieba holds something against him? Talk about political conflict!

BS: Whatever it is Powers is sure to take advantage of the Co-Owner's absence. Let's go to the ring for the next match!


"Good God" Kevin Powers vs. Justin Lynn

6'10", 318lbs | 6'3", 248lbs

Chicago, IL | Newark, NJ

"(Can't You)Trip Like I Do" - Fliter and The Crystal Method | "Guerrilla Radio" - Rage Against The Machine


Lynn was the first one to enter the ring followed by his beautiful valet Heather. As he was making his way to the ring he made his hand slaps down the rampway with the fans. Soon after he got into the ring Fairhurst, with a certain Steel Plated Baseball Bat by her side, and Powers came out to a chorus of cheers from the Barcelona crowd. Once Powers was inside and finish with his in ring hype the bell rang and the match was underway. As Lynn began to stalk his opponent Powers couldn't resist but to laugh at Lynn. This made Lynn furious and he rushed 'Good God,' but was met with a stiff fist to the chin by Powers. As Lynn went down Powers quickly went to pick him back up and whipped him into the corner which was followed by a series of knee lifts right into Lynn's midsection. Powers then went to whip Lynn out of the corner, but Lynn reversed it and slung Powers into the opposite corner instead. With Powers coming out Lynn shot a quick boot into Powers and then followed it up with a double arm DDT.

GM: What? Is it me or did Powers just walk into that move?

BS: I don't know if he did or if he did not, but either way he came crashing down hard with that hook.

GM: Well someone better watch out cause Babe Rose just stepped up to the apron!

With the ref checking on Powers and Lynn standing over his opponent in celebration, neither noticed Fairhurst slipping through the ropes and sneaking up behind Lynn only to swing the bat between Lynn's legs. This instantly dropped Lynn over in pain. As Fairhurst was making her quick exit, Powers instantly got back up and headed towards Lynn and dropped him with the Power Outage (X-Factor). With Lynn down and out Powers then set him up for Kiss the Canvas (Slingshot Powerbomb) for the punishing three count and win.

Winner: 'Good God' Kevin Powers


GM: And another win for Kevin Powers oh HUM where is the excitement in the EWI?

BS: Well it might just pick up cause Powers just tossed Lynn out of the ring and he's calling for a microphone.

GM: And now floks it's time for another Powers moment. Wake me when the next match is in the ring.

BS: Would you stop.

KP: Dupree you better listen and you better listen good! If you EVER stick me in a ring with some no named talent like this I swear to GOD necks will snap! But, since Zebo or Hardluck ain't in the house tonight I guess it's time to have a little bit of fun. So on that note Dupree....guess what I've got planned for tonight! Once you figure it out it'll already be done!

[Powers music starts back up as Powers drops the mic and heads out of the ring with Fairhurst towards the backstage area.]

GM: Okay I'm game. What the HELL did Powers mean by that?

BS: I don't know, but I'm sure with Zieba not around Powers is gonna take full advantage of the no-show. We've got to head to a break folks, but once we come back we're gonna have Striker and Flair...NEXT!


["Tribe" by Soulfly cues up as Trypp and Brandon Williams of Tribal Instinct make their way down to ringside. With the NthWA Tag Belts now on their shoudlers they climb into the ring and take in the crowd reaction.]

GM: Isn't this great? People may say that the NthWA is dead, but the belts continue on!

BS: As if it really matters. Wait....Trypp just grabbed a mic.

TW: Well, I guess The Tribe has made it's mark on the EWI today. Electric Company decided to run their mouths and interfere in our match and they didn't think they'd get payback for it? Well, we all saw what happened to them.

BW: Showstoppers, you go around flaunting these things [gestures to the belt around his waist] Well, now they're ours. I guess that makes us the champs, right? Like we told the Electric Co before. You mess with the Tribe . . . you talk smack about the Tribe . . . you get Sacrificed.

[A picture of Paradise, tied up, appears on the ExtremeScreen]

TW: And this brings us to our ol' buddies, the Motor City Maniacs. Now, fellas, it seems that you've gotten a little P.O.'d about us taking your blow up doll. Well, you can whine and bitch all you want, but the fact it, she's with us. And truthfully, I think that's how she prefers it.

[Guano Apes "Open Your Eyes" begins to play as Commissioner Dupree walks out from the back. He eyes the two Tribal Instinct members and then begins speaking.]

CD: I think that's up for conjecture. In fact, I think if you asked the lady, she'd much rather be back with her friends. So I'm suggesting that you return her.

BW: Her friends, Dupree? These are the same "friends" who, a few weeks ago, basically said that they don't give a damn about this girl. That she means nothing to them. Some friends.

TW: But, hey, if they want her back that bad, we're up for a bit of . . . . negotiation.

CD: Negotiation, eh? I'm listening. What do you want?

TW: Plain and simple. We want a match against the Maniacs. I'm sure you, being commissioner, can help us out with that, right?

CD: You know I can. All you have to do is convince me that it's worth my time in signing the match.

BW: Worth your time? Oh, don't worry, Mr Dupree, it'll be worth your time. You see, my brother and I have been thinking about how we can fairly face the Maniacs without any . . . outside interference.

TW: With all of these other teams gunning at us, as well as the Manica little faction, the HOA, I believe, how are we to keep anyone from interfering? A cage can't really stop anyone, so what oh what are we to do? (grins)

CD: From the look on your face, it seems you already have a plan. So why don't you just come right out and tell me what kind of match you want.

TW: Ok, that's fair. We want a remote location. How about an abandoned warehouse, eh? Next week at Heatwave. Warehouse Match. No holds barred. Falls count anywhere.

BW: Winner keeps the girl.

CD: No tricks?

TW: No tricks. Just a good old fashioned brawl. Anything in the warehouse is legal to use.

BW: No other teams. Just The Tribe, The Maniacs and the ref.

CD: Alright. I'm going to sign this match, but as God as my witness, if you two try to screw the Maniacs or me in ANY way...it's your collective asses. Do we have an understanding?

BW: Well, yes sir. You're the boss, boss.

CD: You just remember that. I'll draw up the contracts.

[Dupree exits.]

[Trypp and Brandon Williams stand in the ring for a few more seconds grinning maniacally before "Tribe" by Soulfly cues up and they both exit.]

BS: What an announcement! Next week at Heatwave we're gonna see Tribal Instinct go against The Motor City Maniacs face off in a warehouse brawl!

GM: And it's for the girl. How pathetic can you get?

BS: We're gonna have more on this as it develops, but until then let's get to ringside and see Eli Flair face off against Brad Striker.


"Total Elimination" Eli Flair vs 'Superstar' Brad Striker

6'9", 302lbs | 6'0", 227lbs

Bronx, NY | Hollywood, CA

"Dirty Magic" - Offspring | "Mindfields" - The Prodigy


[The two combatants make their respective entrances. Striker is booed vehemently whereas Flair is cheered madly.]

BS: The crowd is solidly behind Flair. The bell rings and we're ready to go!

[Flair and Striker lock up. The heavier Flair takes control and whips Striker to the ropes. Striker ducks a clothesline attempt and and catches Flair with a dropkick, staggering him. Striker maintains the offensive with a series of forearms to the face and side of the head.]

GM: Flair's not looking too good here.

BS: It's too early to tell yet.

[Flair lashes out and catches Striker with a foot to the stomach. He whips Striker again and this time catches him with a drop toe-hold on the rebound. Striker gets back up, only to be caught with a gut-wrench suplex. Flair tries for a pin, but Striker gets away from him. Striker tries for a springboard clothesline but Flair reverses it into a face slam.]

BS: Still think Flair's in trouble?

GM: Yeah, yeah...

[Flair covers and gets a 2-count. Striker goes to the eyes and then nails Flair with a left to the jaw. He runs to the ropes and leaps onto the middle, rebounding with an Asai moonsault onto Flair. Striker gets a 1-count but doesn't hesitate in maintaining his offense. He puts Flair in a camel clutch and Flair begins to struggle to get to the ropes.]

BS: It's too early for Striker to hope that this hold will get a submission from Flair, but what he can do with it is wear Flair down and minimalize the size advantage Flair has over him.

GM: Or Striker can just pull until his neck snaps...either or...

BS: You need help.

GM: You're tellin' me.

[The referee continually asks Flair if he wants to submit, and Flair refuses. Finally, Flair gets to the ropes and that forces Striker to break the hold. Striker doesn't let up on offense however, driving a knee down into Flair's back. Striker then rolls out of the ring and pulls Flair out of the ring so his head is draped over the ring apron. Striker climbs back in the ring and up to the top rope. The crowd gasps in awe as he leaps off with a legdrop. Flair moves at the last possible moment and Striker's leg hits only the ring apron.]

BS: Oh no! Striker could be seriously hurt here!

GM: As much as I hate to say it, you take your life into your own hands when you come off those ropes like that!

[Flair regains his senses and rolls out of the ring. He pulls Striker up and rolls him into the ring. Striker uses the ropes to pull himself up as Flair re-enters the ring. He lashes out with a foot to Flair's midsection and connects with it. Mustering all the strength he has left, Striker hops up on Flair's shoulders and executes a hurancanrana, but Flair reverses with a devastating powerbomb.]

BS: Flair with a massive powerbomb!! Striker may have to call it a night after that one!!

GM: How many guys would even try a move like that after missing a flying legdrop to the outside!? Give Striker some credit!!

[The fans cheer loudly as Flair locks in his Total Elimination submission hold. Striker has no choice but to tap out a few seconds later.]

Winner: "Total Elimination" Eli Flair


BS: Eli Flair wins this one, but Striker didn't go down without a fight!

GM: It's easy to see why Flair is in line for a title shot though. The man is one of the best in the EWI today.

BS: And as Striker is getting up Flair gives him a pat on the back showing his way of saying...good match.

GM: Oh yeah asking for a handshake would be too much.

BS: This is Flair we're talking about. And with both wrestlers heading towards the back we've got to take a break, but coming up......

(Suddenly the arena goes dark and the crowd go silent, the giant screen flickers into life, on it the giant Union Jack flag waves again, there is a small pop from the crowd.)

GM: (pointing) What's that all about?

BS: Well it appeared before during The Gothic Alchemy and The Greats match in London.

GM: You mean they're coming BACK out? Didn't we get enough of them a little while ago?

BS: Well from what I understand all of The Nu Nation Revolution members have left the arena so I don't know.

(The words, "They aren't coming anymore" flash up, a minority of the crowd boo at this. They words change, "Because they're here now!" at this point 'Let me entertain you' by Robbie Williams begins to play and the crowd are a mixture of cheering and stunned silence. A massive explosion of pyro's go up and "Simply Stunning" walk through the curtain dressed in street clothes.)

GM: O.K. genius who are they?

BS: THEY'RE BACK! SIMPLY STUNNING IS BACK IN THE EWI!!

GM: I take it they're good?

BS: That explains everything. The Union Jack and the warnings. They have come back to EWI. I know a certain broadcaster who is gonna be happy when he hears this.

GM: You people are scaring me you know.

(By now the whole crowd realise what has happened and they are going wild. Hardy and Wilcox walk down the ramp slapping hands with the fans as they do, when they get to the ring they climb the turnbuckles and salute the fans, then they grab the mic.)

SW: To quote another wrestler from another fed, FINALLY "SIMPLY STUNNING" HAVE COME BACK TO THE EWI! (Huge crowd pop.) Now for those of you who didn't realise it the reason we left was that my Dad was taken ill pretty bad and I needed to be there, good news is he's made a great recovery and he's watching right now so he's too ya Dad. (He thumps his heart with his fist and points at the camera and the crowd respond, Wilcox tosses the mic to Hardy.)

MH: Now while we were back in the UK we thought about staying here and being with our families, but the support Simon got from all the great EWI fans during this time made us determined to come back, kick some ass and take those son of a bitch tag titles that we couldn't do last time! (Massive pop.) It saddens us to see Maximum Overdrive have left the fed, I mean let's face it we were the only two decent teams in the tag scene, the rest suck worse than a three dollar ho'! (Mixture of applause and laughter.) So guys wherever you are, come on back to the EWI, 'cos we owe ya one and we promise ya a shot at the titles when we win them!

SW: This brings us onto the tag champs....The Greats. Jesus man, can you believe those goofs are actually the tag champs here? As I remember they wanted to lick our asses back in the days when they called themselves 'The X's' and they were so determined they fought us for it.....now what happened again?

MH: I think we kicked the living s**t outta them! (Huge pop.)

SW: Oh yeah so we did! So Greats, and I use that name loosely, just to prove that *the* hottest team in tag wrestling haven't lost their touch we want to hand you your asses on a plate one more time, only this time we get to take those pretty belts you jackasses are carrying around with ya after we beat ya!

MH: "Simply Stunning" are back to bring respectability to the tag scene in the EWI, we are here to prove once and for all we *are* the Millennium's tag team....why? 'Cos we wrestler in the air

Crowd: AND WE FLY WITHOUT CARE! (Huge pop.)

SW: Damn straight! So until we get an answer from the tag champs we'll leave you great fans to enjoy the action, thank you and good night.

(They toss down the mics and scale the turnbuckles again to salute the fans who are giving them a standing ovation, than they leave the ring slapping hands again with the fans.)

GM: Well I don't know who they are, but they just called out the Tag Champions so I have to give them that.

BS: The last time those two faced off with eachother Simply Stunning pulled out a win, but can they do it again? Will they even get the match? Folks we're gonna stay with this story as it develops. We've got to go to a break, but coming up we've got Aho putting the unbeaten streak on the line as he faces Kross...NEXT!


Falls Count Anywhere

Evan Aho vs 'Ironman' Bret Kross

6'0", 234lbs | 6'7", 256lbs

Seattle, WASH | Chicago, Ill

"Blood, Milk and Sky" - White Zombie | 'All Star' - Smashmouth


BS: We're waiting for the participants of the falls count anywhere match to come out here. Hold on...

[Sanders puts his hand to his earpiece, signifying that he's being told something over it.]

BS: The fight's already started in the back! Get a camera back there now!

GM: Geez, Brett, calm down, son!

[Cameras rush to the backstage areas where Aho and Kross can already be seen brawling. A referee quickly joins the melee in his official capacity.]

BS: I never heard a bell, but I guess the presence of this referee signifies that we're under way. Evan Aho is dealing on Bret Kross with a broom stick, and Kross is basically helpless!

GM: I'm new around here, but I know Kross is as tough as they come, being a former Extreme champion and all.

[The two men continue fighting. Aho hesitates for a millisecond and Kross capitalizes by nailing a stiff shot to Aho's midsection. The former Extreme champ whips Aho into the garage door and follows up with a series of rights and lefts to the midsection.]

BS: Man, Kross had to do some damage with those fists to the ribs.

GM: No kidding!

[Kross grabs Aho by the hair and rams his head into a nearby pillar. Aho staggers away and Kross follows behind. Aho brings his foot back and catches Kross in the groin. He follows up with a suplex on the concrete floor and goes for the pin. The referee counts 2 before Kross gets the shoulder up.]

BS: 2-count only for Aho after the suplex.

GM: That wasn't just any suplex, Brett. It was on the cold concrete floor!

[Aho pulls Kross up and attempts a second suplex but Kross blocks the move and shoves him away. He clotheslines the Television champion down and then grabs a nearby chair. He slams the chair down on Aho's back and then brings it down again on Aho's head. He goes for the pin. The referee counts 2 and Aho rolls his shoulder up off the ground.]

GM: Kross probably did some damage with that chair, but Aho was still able to kick out.

BS: Aho's lucky that his title isn't on the line in this match. Anything could happen!

[The two men begin trading punches and brawling through to the entry-way. Aho throws a trash can at Kross, but Kross deflects the blow and throws Aho through the curtain, bringing the match to entrance stage.]

GM: They've finally made it out here!

BS: These two are really going at it!

[Kross rushes Aho, but gets backdropped onto the entrance stage. Aho picks him up, kicks him in the midsection, and then drives his face into the metal stage with a face crusher. He doesn't go for the pin but instead walks through the curtain again.]

BS: What's going on here?

GM: You got me.

[A few moments later, Aho emerges through the curtain carrying a table. He sets the table up and then motions for a piledriver.]

BS: He can't be serious! A piledriver on that table!?

GM: Oh yeah! I'm diggin' this!!

[Aho gets Kross up on the table and tries for the piledriver, but Kross counters with a backdrop that sends Aho crashing to the metal stage. Kross sits down on the table to catch his breath and suddenly Eli Flair wanders out and starts watching the action as Kross stands up on the table and jumps off, connecting with an elbow on Aho.]

BS: What is Eli Flair doing out here??

GM: Duh! I've been here one day and I can tell ya that he's here scouting the other guys who are in line for World title shots. Flair's smart like that!

[As Aho and Kross brawl, Commissioner Dupree makes his way out and walks over to Eli Flair. He motions for Flair to go back to the locker room and Flair explains that he's watching the match. Dupree insists on Flair returning to his locker room, but again Flair refuses.]

BS: What's going on here?

GM: Some things never change. Dupree still has his nose in other people's business!

[Aho and Kross are still fighting as they get near Flair and Dupree. Aho nails Kross with a stiff right and begins backing away for some running distance. He backs into Flair, who is startled and turns around. Aho and Flair stare at each other and suddenly Kross comes from behind and clips Aho's knee. He pulls Aho up and into a standing head scissors.]

BS: What the...!? This isn't right!!

GM: Oh be quiet.

[Kross powerbombs Aho through the table and goes for the pin. The referee counts to 3 and Kross registers the win.]

Winner: 'Ironman' Bret Kross


BS: Bret Kross has defeated Evan Aho thanks to Eli Flair!!

GM: Uh oh. Dupree doesn't look too happy!

BS: He's storming off. Medical attendants are checking on Aho. Flair and Kross are burning holes in each other. This is a tense situation indeed. Folks we've got to step away for a bit, but when we return we've got the Hardcore Tornado in a Cell coming up NEXT!


Under Hardcore Tornado in a Cell rules

Six Man Contest

The Harbringers of Apocalypse (Motor City Maniacs w/Cole Steele | St. Louis Calab-O (Amplified w/Tommy Payne)

Combined Weight 788lbs | Combined Weight 902

"Detroit Rock City" - Kiss | "Judgement Night" - Onyx &Biohazzard


As Mark Bravo made the announcement it was Mayhem, Robertson, and Steele who came out first and made their way to the ring to a serious loud heel heat. As they finally got inside they waited for their opponents and when they heard the boos turn to cheers they knew they were on the way. As Deezee, Bass, and Tommy Payne came down the ring there were met by a loud cheer pop from the crowd. It grew even louder when the fans saw the laundry cart full of weapons they were dragging with them.

GM: Hey it looks like things are about to pick up! Weapons. A Cage. All that's missing now is some girls and oil.

BS: What? Are you kidding?

GM: Hey you watch the match. You let me complain over stuff I had to leave from my retirement!

As St. Louis Calab-O made their way inside of the cage they start to fill up the ring with weapons much to the delight to the fans. The ref called for the bell and the match was finally on. As the St. Louis Calab-O was climbing into the ring the Harbingers of Apocalypse went for the weapons, but both got to them at the same time and started to fight it out in the center of the ring.

BS: And this match is underway and both teams are quick on the attack!

GM: Relaxed under the sun with no worries in the world.

BS: Would you get over it already? You're in the EWI now so get used to it.

GM: And who do you think you are?

BS: Head commentator.

GM: Oh you're a head all right!

As Amplified and the MCM's did their thing off to the side it was Steele and Payne that controlled the beginning of the show when Payne won the upper hand of the slugging contest and then whipped Steele into the ropes. On the way back Payne grabbed a nearby two by four and caught Steele in the midsection doubling him over. Payne then smacked him on his back knocking him down near one of the several garbage cans in the ring. Payne then went to the outside and went to the top turnbuckle, but when he was about to come off with a splash, Steele grabbed the garbage can and placed it in-between him and Payne causing a major wreck in the ring.

BS: DEAR GOD! Payne just crushed that garbage can right into his frontside!

GM: Well don't think Steele escaped pain cause that hurt him just as much.

BS: Oh of course not. Both are going to feel the effect of that shot for days after this match.

Meanwhile, on the opposite side, Mayhem got the upper hand on Deezee and tossed him to the outside of the ring. As Deezee was trying to get back up, Mayhem got a running start and launched himself over the top rope and launched himself right into Deezee and both went crashing into the cell on the outside. As for Robertson and Bass they continued to slug it out inside of the ring. On the outside, with Deezee still down, Mayhem reached under the ring and pulled out a table and set it up on the outside between the ring and the cell. He then grabbed a steel chair and went towards a fallen Deezee.

BS: And the Motor City Maniacs are in full control of this match!

GM: They are out here to prove a point and that is that they are the baddest tag team around wrestling. If they got to spill blood or step on toes to prove it then so be it.

Inside of the ring Robertson got the upper advantage of Bass and sent him into the ropes. On the way back Robertson caught Bass in a tilt a whirl back breaker bringing the Calab-O member down. With Robertson in charge he picked up Bass and threw him into the ropes again, but this time on the way back Bass caught Robertson off-guard with a spinning heel kick that sent Robertson over the top rope, but not to the ground. At the same time, with Robertson and Bass fighting above them, Mayhem struck Deezee flush on the back with the steel chair repeatedly and then set him up on the table on the outside. When Robertson started to come over the top rope Deezee quickly moved out of the way and attacked Mayhem with a flurry of punches catching the Maniac off-guard. Deezee then grabbed Mayhem and scrapped his face across the Cell until he finally slammed him onto the table nearby. At the same time, as Robertson caught himself before falling onto the table, he as about to get back into the ring, but Bass quickly ran and jumped to the top turnbuckle and then leaped and dropkicked Robertson off of the ring apron and right onto his partner on the table below.

BS: What a move!

GM: Oh that's embarassing. They're gonna remember that for awhile.

BS: Especially with all the ribbers in EWI.

As Amplified and the MCM's made their way outside of the ring, Steele and Payne continued to fight it out on the inside of the ring. With Steele getting the upper hand he whipped Payne into the ropes caught him with Samoan Drop right onto another garbage can crushing it upon impact.

BS: And Payne is down again.

GM: I'm surprised that those two are still fighting it out considering the the garbage can incident that happened earlier.

BS: Oh no we've got trouble at the top of the rampway.

GM: What? Trouble? Oh wait it's The Tribe!

Suddenly, while the fight continued in the ring, Tribal Instinct made their way out onto the rampway with a tied up Paradise. As they got closer to the ring they finally got the attention of The Motor City Maniacs and Steele as they taunted them with Paradise. With their attention focused on Paradise, Amplified double dropkicked the MCM's into the fence and continued their work on them. Meanwhile Payne reached for a Kendo stick and caught Steele from behind with it. Payne then rushed Steele, pulled him back, and rolled him up for the three count and the victory.

Winner: St. Louis Calab-O


BS: Can you believe it! Tribal Instinct just cost Steele and the Maniacs the match!

[With the ref calling for the bell, Tribal Instinct turn around and head back up the rampway with Paradise laughing the entire time.]

GM: Ever since Paradise was taken away from them they haven't exactly been the same especially with....hey who's that over there?

BS: IT'S ASH! IT'S ASH! Ash just came out from the opposite side of the ring! How the HELL did he get in there?

GM: He must've been there since the beginning of the show!

[As Amplified and the MCM's continued to fight on the outside of the ring and Payne celebrated inside of it, nobody noticed Ash coming out from under the opposite side of the ring. As he slid in he spun Tommy around and kicked him in his lower region. With Tommy doubled over, Ash hooked him up and connected with his finisher Burning Sensation (Jackhammer). With Tommy down Ash then went to the outside, grabbing a steel chair along the way, and attacked both members of Amplified from behind. Ash then reached into his jacket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and helped Mayhem handcuff Deezee to one side of the cell as Robertson rolled Bass into the ring. Steele, meanwhile, tossed out Tommy and held him on the opposite side as Ash made his way around and they handcuffed him to the cell as well. With Bass alone in the ring with the MCM's he was unable to hold off the beating they were about to unleash. First beating him down with a garbage can and a cookie sheet, Robertson eventually dropped his weapon and grabbed Tommy hitting him with a powerbomb as Mayhem went to the outside and soon hit with a splash from the top rope.]

BS: MOTOR CITY DEATHDROP! My God what carnage! What are they trying to prove?

GM: Exactly what I said earlier! Not only are they going out to prove they are the baddest in the sport, but now they're out to show that they hate to be embarassed! And Tribal Instinct did a great job in doing that.

BS: And you have to keep in mind that, in France, both The Tribe and the Mainacs will meet in that warehouse brawl.

GM: Someone is going to get their ass whipped that night!

[As the carnage continued inside of the ring, Ricky Payne came running down to ringside trying to get into the cell, but he could not for it was locked. Being taunted by Ash, he continued to beat up on a defenseless and handcuffed Deezee while Steele did the very same to Ricky's brother on the opposite side of the cage. Ricky then began to climb onto the cell until he got to the top. Once there he reached into his boot and pulled out a pair of wire snips and began to cut away ties that held the chained linked fence together. As this was going on the Motor City Maniacs hit with another Motor City Deathdrop before gathering the troops and exiting the ring just as Ricky was able to cut a hole in the top of the cell and drop in to help his partners.]

BS: The Harbringers of Apocalypse have finally left the cell, but they have made their presence known tonight.

GM: Oh yeah. They might have lost the battle, but the war is FAR from over!

[As the Harbringers of Apocalypse continue to make their way up the rampway they are overshadowed by a loud chorus of boos along with several pieces of debris aimed straight at them.]

BS: And this crowd is expressing their feelings towards the HoA in their own fashion.

GM: But that's what they live for. Look athe smiles on their faces and you tell me if they care what these fans think.

BS: Well as the EWI officials try to get Deezee and Tommy out of those handcuffs we've got to go to break, but when we return we've got Gemini and Radder in a I Quit match...NEXT!


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