(Camera fades in from black shows EWI Owner Erik Zieba in his office obviously very upset. He is pacing back and forth, muttering under his breath, and every so often pouring himself a shot Irish Whiskey and downing it hard. Finally he goes over to his desk and dials up the phone to sommon one of EWI security gaurds.)

EZ: "Has Hellfighter come into the building yet?!?!?!"

Security Guard: (On his walkie talkie) "Not yet sir, why do you want him?"

EZ: "Do I have to explain myself for everything, you just tell Hellfighter when you see him to get his ass to my office immediately!"

SG: "Ah yes sir, when I see him I will tell him."

EZ: "Good!"

(He hangs up the phone and continues pacing back and forth still downing his Irish Whiskey still muttering under his breath.)

EZ: "I'm gonna kill him, I'm gonna kill him."


Brad Striker and Big Tommy T are walking down the back hallways of the arena in Des Moines. Brad walks with a jittery step, although he is fully in uniform. Bright silver pants, a metallic shirt and of course his flawless face and perfectly coifed hair. He is waving his hands in an animated fashion as he rants to Big Tommy T.

Striker: This is completely intolerable! What will happen to my endorsements if something happens to my face! What will happen to my Strikerettes? We could have millions of suicides!

Tommy: You'se could wear a catcher's mask boss..

Striker: A catcher's mask? What kind of moron are you Tommy? do you really think that a referee is going to let me come down to ringside with a CATCHER's mask? Why do I even employ such a halfwit?

Tommy: It don't have'ta be a catchers mask boss... Gemini wears a hockey mask sometoymes..

Striker: A hockey mask? Where pray tell, would I get a HOCKEY mask at this time of the evening...

As Brad Striker continues to rant at Tommy, a large overmuscled arm wrapped in tin foil reaches out and grabs Big Tommy T by the throat.

Tommy: GLARK!

Striker: Don't interupt me you big dolt... now where the heck,,, Tommy? Tommy where are you?

Brad turns around and sees the dufflebag that Tommy was carrying laying on the floor next to Tommy's sunglasses. Brad looks around in a paranoid fashion and edges closer to the dufflebag.

Striker: Tommy... if you are playing some sort of stupid joke I swear to god you are...

Striker spies something next to the dufflebag glinting in the overhead lights. He carefully leans down and picks up a piece of... tin foil.

Striker: Oh... oh... oh my GOD.

Striker drops the piece of tin foil on the floor turns and sprints up the hallway.

Striker: Help me! HELP ME! For the love of god the MAN WANTS TO TEAR OFF MY FACE!



(The camera cuts to the Veterans Memorial Arena right in Des Moines, Iowa. 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. As the pryo goes off to start the show the noise level in the arena raises several levels! 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 SECOND installment of the EWI’s Heartland Horror Picture Show tour that continues right here in Des Moines! Welcome to SHOCKWAVE! Joining me as always is the man on my right Gary McFarland. Gary....what's going on?

GM: With Zieba upset with Hellfighter after last week's show you knew it was only gonna be a matter of time before that man hunted him down. I can't wait to see the result of that. And what's up with Brad Striker and the tin foil?

BS: It's obvious that he's running scared from one Gemini tonight and that is a match I'm looking foward to.

GM: Actually I'm looking foward to the Corleone versus Ego Buster match tonight. Can Corleone do it? He's impressed me so far. I think he might just do it tonight!

BS: Well folks we were supposed to start of with Vitruvian Veritas going against Cameron Cruise, but with several oversights going on earlier in the week ...

GM: Yeah. Cruise's plane getting stuck in Japan and Veritas in Greece.

BS: Ahem ... that match cannot happen tonight. So instead we're going right to ....


(Clawfinger's "Biggest and the Best" begins to play as the words "Are You Ready..." appear on the Extreme Screen. As Sampson appears at the top of the entrance way, "...For The Main Event?" appears on the Extreme Screen next. Sampson is wearing his street clothes and has the Federation title belt strapped around his waist. He leaps up onto the ring apron and then jumps over the top rope into the ring. The ring announcer hands him a microphone and Rob looks out at the capacity crowd.)

RS: You know, Commando...or should I say Alan Tasker...no ever claimed that you were the smartest person in the world, but you proved to everyone of us out here that you were completely stupid with your last promo. These people don't believe for a second the lies you told in an attempt to cover your own ass and I don't believe them either. Why? Because I've seen you in the back, Alan... I can call you Alan, right? Doesn't matter, I'll do it anyway. I've seen you in the back where you think you're safe because the cameras are off. No, I haven't been reading any dirt sheets because I get all the dirt I need straight from the horse's mouth, or maybe I should say the horse's ass where you're concerned. And for your information, I wasn't even close to being a rookie when I came to Extreme Wrestling International, but you...I'm sending you back to boot camp later tonight and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!

("Biggest and the Best" plays again as Sampson takes the Federation titles from around his waist and holds it up for all to see before he leaves the ring and walks back to the locker room.)

BS: You think he's upset?

GM: What was your first clue?

BS: That's another match that should be interesting, but now our first match of the night is 'Too Sweet' Brian Schwartz taking on ExE in a rooftop match!

GM: One wants respect from the other and this is the match where you can earn it! And, if the loser survives the fall ... he'll have to come onto the next show, which is Heatwave in Lincoln, and say it to the winner ... in front of EVERYONE!

BS: And because of that you know they'll be fighting tooth and nail. Folks let's go to the action!


Rooftop Rules

'Too Sweet' Brian Schwartz vs ExE

6'4", 230lbs | 6'4", 240lbs

Detroit, Michigan | Toronto, Canada

'Nookie' - Limp Bizkit | 'Get Extreme'


As the shot cuts to the rooftop the camera picks up on the action as ExE and Schwartz continue to circle eachother before moving forward swinging with furious lefts and rights. After a couple of more shots it's ExE who gains the advantage and whips Schwartz into the steel door that leads up to the rooftop. As Schwartz stumbles trying to get back to his feet, ExE continues the assault by finding a piece of wood and taking it to the back of Schwartz knocking him down again.

BS: ExE is just laying into Schwartz with everything he has!

GM: Except for mercy cause the man don't have any for 'Too Sweet'.

BS: I would say so.

As ExE stands over Schwartz he looks down for a second then goes over to the nearest ledge and looks around. As he heads back for Schwartz he tries to drag him to the edge, but Schwartz hangs onto one of the pipes that is sticking out of the rooftop. Seeing this ExE moves closer trying to pry Schwartz's hand off the pipe, but is surprised with a sucker punch right to the jaw reeling him back.

GM: Sucker punch! Gotta love it. Schwartz might have a chance after all.

Now with the advantage with him Schwartz connects with a series of punches and chops moving ExE further towards the edge. As he gets him right next to it Schwartz sets up for a short arm clothesline, but ExE ducks it causing Schwartz to loose his balance falling off the edge of the building.

GM: You've got to be KIDDING!

BS: I think he's done it!

ExE, catching his breath, turns around and looks over the railing, but is surprised to see Schwartz still hanging on. Using his strength and agility, Schwartz pulls himself up and latches onto ExE with his legs bringing him back onto the roof and continuing the battle.

BS: It's not over yet!

GM: Unreal.

Gaining the advantage again Schwartz continues to beat down on ExE until he drops to his knees from the destruction. As Schwartz lets out a small victory cheer for himself and a few negative words for ExE that was the fatal downfall because ExE took the slight advantage and raised a forearm into Schwartz's lower region. Now in pain it was Schwartz who was doubled over while ExE got to his feet. And, not to let up, ExE hooked up Schwartz in a powerbomb and tossed him over the edge and this time .... he didn't get a chance to hang on.

Winner: ExE


BS: He's done it! With a powerbomb ExE takes Schwartz over the rooftop to the ground below!

GM: Then he must be dead cause they were too high in the air.

BS: Don't be too sure my friend.

{As the camera cuts back to the action it shows that there are several oversized air bags surrounding the building with one loosing air due to the fact that Schwartz had landed on one. As he comes rolling off he his shaken up and taken to stand-by EMT's on the scene.}

GM: Well about about that. I guess Zieba isn't such the sadistic SOB I thought he was.

BS: Actually that was Gottfried's ruling on the air bags.

GM: Ah ... figures. Zieba is just the sadistic SOB I thought he was to begin with.

(Camera fades in and shows "Hellfighter" Michael Patrick Shultze outside of the arena drinving up, stopping, and getting out of his car. He is dressed in his street clothes. He has his buffle bag for his wrestling gear in one hand and the EWI World Title in the other hand. As he is making his way into the arena from the parking lot, he is stopped by the security guards that talked to Zieba earlier.)

SG: "Hellfighter, Hellfighter, I have an important message for you. It says that you are to report to Zieba's office immediately."

HF: "Oh great, what's this about?"

SG: "I don't know, he didn't tell me anything, he just said to get Hellfighter and send him up to his office like now. My guess is that it has some to do with what happened last week on Heatwave. Boy he was pissed."

HF: "You don't say, well lead the way."

(The security guard leads Hellfighter to Zieba's office as the camera fades out leading into scene for the next EWI show Heatwave in Lincoln which is at the Pershing Auditorium.)


BS: Welcome back everyone. While we were away we've learned that the EMT's are making sure that Brian Schwartz is okay and have taken him to the local hospital ...

GM: Which could be any farm around here.

BS: ... for observation. So obviously he will not be in the Contract on a Pole match tonight.

GM: And my money was on him too ... right.

BS: Coming up next we've got Tribulation taking on Tony Parrish.

GM: Since being in the EWI Parrish has looked excellent in his matches, but now he has to test the power of Tribulation who just came off a loss to Corleone. I expect Tribulation to take the advantage and try to avenge his loss, but it'll be a tough task against Parrish.

BS: Folks let's go to the ring for our next match!


Tribulation vs. Tony Parrish

6' 6", 260lbs | 6'3", 245lbs

Dallas, TX | Warsaw, North Carolina

"Hell No" - Stryper | 'Stellar' - Incubus


"Stellar" by Incubus fills the arena as Tony Parrish emerges from backstage, walking slowly down the ramp as the fans pop loudly. Parrish rolls under the bottom rope and paces around the ring, awaiting his opponent.

BS: Tony Parrish seems to be the fan favorite in this match.

Tribulation runs out from backstage, dashing down the ramp as his music hits, and the crowd cheers in equal support of the well-built albino.

BS: Well, looks like they like Tribulation just as much, huh Gary?

GM: And I'm caring why, Brett?

Tribulation has made his way into the ring and lays into Parrish, backing him into a corner with some thundering right hands. As Parrish tries to fight his way out of Tribulation's attack, "The Everlasting Gaze" by Smashing Pumpkins cues up and "The Southern Fox" Zero makes his way down the ramp, receiving a warm welcome as well from the fans, taking a lap around the ring before sitting down in the announcer's booth.

BS: Ladies and Gentlemen, as Tribulation works on Tony Parrish, we're joined by "The Southern Fox" Zero.

Z: Hey guys, what's up?

GM: Hey, who invited you?

Eventually, Tribulation slows his attack just a tiny bit, but that's all Tony Parrish needs to reverse the attack and send Tribulation into the corner and delivers some punches of his own before leaping up onto the turnbuckle and planting Tribulation with a tornado DDT. Parrish goes for the cover, but Tribulation gets his foot on the nearby rope.

Z: I'm just out here to remind everyone about the tag match I'm in later tonight against Tommy Payne and Justin Sane.

GM: Great, we're reminded, you can go backstage now. Like you and that knuckle-head Inferno have a chance of winning, anyway.

Parrish lifts Tribulation up, putting on a front face lock, then turning it into a neckbreaker. Parrish pulls Tribulation to his feet, then swiftly ducks around behind him, locking on a rear waist lock, and executing a german suplex with bridge, but Tribulation kicks out after a one count and Tony Parrish gets to his feet.

Z: Hey, G-man, what's up with that? Why do you think we don't have a chance?

Parrish raises his arms, playing to the crowd. Unknown to him, Tribulation has gotten to his feet and sneaks up behind Parrish, locking on Depletion (sleeper hold).

GM: Well come on, you and Inferno against those two giants? I don't think so.

BS: If you two don't shut up and start calling the match...

Z: Okay, okay, sorry Brett...sheesh.

Tribulation tightens the grip, as he continues to choke out Parrish, who is trying desperately to work his way out of the move.

Z: Looks like Tribulation has got him beat.

BS: I wouldn't count out Tony Parrish.

GM: I would.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Tony Parrish drives his elbow into the midsection of Tribulation as the albino loosens his grip slightly, but that's all Parrish needs to throw him over with a snap suplex. The crowd gets behind Tony as he lifts Tribulation up, flipping him up into the powerbomb position, and drives him into the center of the ring with his finisher, The Parrish Bomb and makes the cover. One...two...three.

Winner: Tony Parrish


BS: And Tony Parrish picks up the win here, both of those young competitors trying to work their way up the EWI ladder.

GM: I hope someone pulls it out from under them.

Z: What's the bug up your ass, Gary? Later guys.

BS: Just me and you again, Gary Mac.

GM: Finally, thought he'd never leave. BS: Folks we've got to cut to a break, but when we return it's the three way dance for the Intercontinental Title NEXT! (As the scene fades away it goes right into scenes for the next Pay Per View, Meltdown, which is taking place at Myriad Arena in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.)


(The camera fades in on Zieba's office again. Zieba is still downing shots of Irish Whiskey, in fact he just runs out. As he is muttering under his breath because he is out of liquir, he hears a knock at the door.)

EZ: "If that's anybody but Hellfighter, you better get the f*** out of here before I shove this empty whiskey bottle strait up your ass and twist!"

HF: (Opening the door a little ways before hesitating about coming in, he tries to deguise his voice to make it sound like a female, but to no avail.) "Hello...cleaning lady...wash windows...clean floor..."

EZ: (Interrupting Hellfighter) "Hellfighter get your ass in here and sit down now! Let's talk!"

(Hellfighter quickly makes his way over and sits down in a chair.)

HF: "Hey boss, what's up?"

EZ: "Don't give me that s***! You mind telling me what the hell you were doing last week on Heatwave?!?!"

HF: "Trying to end this war between you and Gottfried."

EZ: "We had Gottfried on the run, the SSN was losing momentum, and them you come along with your little hair brain cowboy stipulation that puts them back in the running, now you got the Calab-O in the spot light, and Bass going for your World title in the main event tonight. How dare you! The last thing I need is that f***in egomaniac Bass thinking that reallyis the 'messiah of the EWI.' Of all the nerve, I cut you a break, I give you the push you rightfully deserve, and what happens? You go off like a self rightous pompous prick! I am so pissed off, I finished all of my f***in booze and I am not one bit drunk, I'm not even buzzing. I'm all out of beer, and I'm all out of beer money. Guess how that makes me feel?"

HF: "I guess I can imagine, listen EZ I'm sorry I was wrong, I don't know what else to tell you."

EZ: "Oh that's another thing, if for some odd reason you don't win your little gauntlet match tonight and/or on Heatwave, you not only lose the title but your apart of the SSN. Of that was a real smart move, Gottfried is smarter than you think, and he just took you, me, and all of EWI, pulled our pants down, bent us over, lubricated us real good, and f***ed us all up big time."

HF: "Zieba, don't you think that's a little too graphic for television?"

EZ: "Well why not, it bascally happened that way. Listen Michael, I know you felt betrayed by what happened with you and Tania on Domination, but geeze all you should of done was walk away, this war was not your fight, it was mine. You have the EWI world title, and all you had to do was take it and be merry, but no you couldn't do that, instead you had Mr. Integrity, always doing the right thing. Well, Mr. Integrity, you butted your nose in other people's business, and now I have to fid out away to unf*** this situation before Gottfried does something else that screws us."

HF: (Looking visibly upset, but trying to remain calm) "Are you finished?"

EZ: "Not quite, but I have a feeling that you are going to say something anyway, so go ahead."

HF: (Standing up out of his chair and walking over to Zieba until he towers over to him.) "You really really wanna know why I did what I did? Yeah Tania may of been part of it, but she was only the straw that broke the camel's back for me. I got tired of seeing you and Gottfried griping and groaning over who do you think should run EWI. Both of you weren't give up or give in. You guys were like two dogs fighting over a bone. I got sick of it. Evan AHo, as great of a champion he was, he refused to get involved, and that is where he went wrong. A man who sits by and does nothing, and done wrong enough. I vowed that I would not sit by and do the samething as Evan. That's why I got involved. I got involved because it was the right thing to do, and whether you like it or not, even though if i didn't do what I did last week I am still involved in this. I gave Gottfried something to bite, and he bit, now I can do my part, now the question is can you do your part? We are not screwed here Zieba. So what are you gonna do Zieba?"

EZ: "I don't know here, get out of here and get ready for your match with Bass tonight, I'll think of something. You just win your match and stay on the side of EWI."

HF: (He grins at Zieba) "I thought so, now that's the Zieba that I know. Here for your trouble. (He sets down some money on his desk on the way out of his office.) "But I reccommend that you don't spend it on any hard liquir, instead spend it on champaine of somekind, I have a huge feeling about tonight."

(Hellfighter walks out of Zieba's office, the camera zooms in on Zeiba with a big grin on his face as he returns and sits behind his desk. He props his feet up on the desk, and picks up the wad of cash Hellfighter left him, as it looks like Zieba is in deep thought ... smiling ... until the intercom buzzes.)

EZ: Yeah .... what is it?

Secertary: Mr. Zieba I've just been told that Ego Buster's plane has been delayed in Houston.

EZ: So? How should that bother me?

S: He faces Corleone tonight ...

EZ: WHAT!? SON OF A --- DAMNIT! He's not here???

S: I just said ..

EZ: I KNOW WHAT YOU SAID! DAMN! Corleone isn't getting over like that! DAMN!

(As Zieba storms out of the office the camera fades out and back to the announcer's table.)

BS: As if Mr. Zieba wasn't upset enough.

GM: Oh and Ego Buster isn't even the STATE yet? Oh I know that man is PISSED!

BS: Something he'll have to take care of, but right now we have a match and it's for the Intercontinental Title!

GM: Striker has it, Steele wants it, and Gemini is creepin' the HELL out of those two for it! Striker was the one to stop the reign of Jeffrey Roberts for that title, but his days have been numbered. If he can survive tonight then he has done the impossible!

BS: Folks let's get to the ring for our next match!


For The EWI Intercontinental Title

'Superstar' Brad Striker vs. 'The People's Choice' Cole Steele vs. Gemini

6' 0", 227lbs | 6'2", 232lbs | 6' 2", 245lbs

Hollywood, CA | Cleveland, OH | 463rd Level of the Abyss

'Mindfields' - The Prodigy | 'More Human than Human' - White Zombie | 'Beautiful People' - Marilyn Manson


Cole Steele is out first, followed closely by his bodyguard, 187. The two men make their way to the ring as the crowd boos and jeers their every move. Steele climbs into the ring while 187 remains on the outside.

Next, Brad Striker appears at the top of the ramp he looks distraught, but appears to suck it up for the crowd, he throws his Intercontinental belt over his shoulder and starts to pose and strut for his fans when suddenly, Striker's music cuts out. Striker looks shocked and motions for a microphone.

BS: What in the WORLD is going on here? The hero of millions of Strikerettes is on his way to the ring! The strikerettes deserve better! This match will not commence unless I get MUSIC to enter the ring with! Do you HEAR me? I said...

The theme from The X-Files begins to play. The crowd gives a massive pop. Striker just stares up at the music booth then lowers his face into his hands with a look of horror. Striker tries to turn and head back to the dressing room. He makes it halfway up the ramp when he sees something on the ramp. He screams in terror, turns and runs down to the ring. Out of the shadows appears Gemini, striding across the stage. He looks bizzarre, dressed head to toe in shiny tin foil. He is however, wearing his makeup, and no tin foil hat.

BS: Fans we have no idea what's going on here.

GM: Sure we do. Brad Striker's having a breakdown on national television!

The theme from The X-Files fades out and is replaced by Marilyn Manson's "Beautiful People."

BS: Now what?!

Gemini stands stock still in the middle of the stage. Posing calmly for the crowd. He absorbs the roar of the crowd for a second, then motions for a microphone. The spotlights shining off of Gemini reflect the off the tin foil brilliantly, turning Gemini into a giant mirror ball. He raises the microphone to his lips.

Gemini: So who wants to see us skin a pair of SLIMY ALIENS?

The crowd pops huge! The camera scene shows a shot of Striker and Steel in the ring. Striker shakes his head violently and covers his ears. Steele simply stands in the center of the ring and glares at Gemini.

Gemini: Well, if you came to this arena tonight to see us PEEL THE SKIN RIGHT OFF BRAD STRIKERS FACE.... If you came to the arena tonight to watch us TEAR OUT COLE STEELS HEART... well GUESS WHAT?

Gemini points out to the crowd... his shiny tin foil clothing making him a big glittery vision.

Gemini: If you came here tonight to see us do those things... THEN YOU'RE A BIGGER IDIOT THAN THOSE TWO MORONS IN THE RING ARE!!!

The crowd gives a confused murmur, and Gemini starts tearing off his tin foil clothing to reveal his regular ring attire beneath. Gemini shreds the tin foil attire into pieces and throws it into the crowd. The camera pans to the ring where now Cole Steele is practically having an aneurism he's so angry. Meanwhile, Brad Striker appears to be on his hands and knees thanking a higher power.

Gemini: The fact of the matter is this... every time we turn around, people say we're crazy... people say we're nuts. We're not worthy of this... we should be locked away. Well guess what kids, we're SICK of it! So when both Cole Steele and Bratty Strikeout both made fun of our hideous past... we decided to use it to our advantage! And we gotta say this... you IDIOTS BOUGHT INTO IT PERFECTLY! Look at these two morons in the ring! Cole Steele spent more time with a psychiatrist than he did in the ring! And as for Bradley Strikeout...well Bradley, it turned you from a pathetic paper champion, to a pathetic, cowardly, screaming in terror running for your life paper champion! You two MORONS bought into our act so well that it made it CHILDS PLAY to get rid of those two bumbling nitwits you two losers call BODYGUARDS! So now that it's down to you...(Points to Steele)... you... (Points to Striker) and the two of us, let's get this done! And remember this you two WE MAY VERY BE CRAZY, BUT CRAZY DOESN'T MEAN STUPID!

Gemini throws the microphone across the ring to the technician, then strides down to the ring. He climbs into the ring with purpose but is suddenly attacked by both Striker and Steele as the referee rings the bell.

BS: The match is under way and Gemini finds himself being double-teamed already!

Steele and Striker whip Gemini to the ropes and double clothesline him down. The referee oirders one of them out of the ring and it's Striker who steps out onto the apron. Gemini gets to his feet but is greeted by a dropkick to the knee from Steele. The co-challenger follows up with a dragon screw legwhip and then tags in the champion.

BS: It looks as if Striker and Steele are employing a bit of teamwork here.

GM: That's not a bad idea against Gemini.

Striker whips Gemini to the ropes but Gemini reverses. Striker ducks a clothesline and quickly tags back out to Steele.

BS: Is it just me or is Striker avoiding Gemini like the plague?

GM: Do you blame him?

Steele steps back into the ring after shooting an annoyed glance Striker's way. Both challengers lock up but it's Gemini who gains the advantage. He drives a knee into Steele's midsection and then takes him down with a vertical suplex. Gemini stomps away at Cole's abdomen and then applies an abdominal claw. Steele struggles to the ropes and the referee forces the break. Gemini pulls Steele up and whips him to the turnbuckle. He follows in with a clothesline but Steele avoids the move at the last second and springboards off the second rope with a leg lariat. He tags in the champion who comes in with a series of right hands. Gemini reverses an Irish whip and backdrops Striker up and over. Striker scrambles back to his feet and staggers Gemini with a dropkick.

BS: Striker's trying to stay on the offensive here, and that's his best bet for keeping Gemini at bay.

Striker unleashes a kick to the midsection and then DDTs Gemini to follow up. The champion runs to the ropes and connects with an Asain moonsault. The referee counts: one, two...Gemini kicks out. An attempted clothesline by Striker misses its mark and Gemini tags out to Cole Steele. Striker rushes Steele and assaults him with a series of kicks and forearms. Gemini joins the fray but Striker ends up kicking him in the groin. Steele and Striker clothesline Gemini over the top rope next and he tumbles to the outside. Both men run to the ropes and connect with stereo baseball slide dropkicks.

GM: This is a smart move by Steele and Striker. Keep Gemini down and do not let him up!

BS: They certainly appear to be working together really well.

Steele and Striker continue to work Gemini over on the outside but he comes back by clotheslining both of them down. He grabs a chair from a fan at ringside and bashes both men in the face with it. He then picks Steele up and sends him face-first into the steel steps. The champion attempts to sneak up on Gemini but is caught by a reverse kick to the groin.

BS: Gemini is taking it to both men on the outside! This is his element they're in now!

Suddenly, Tommy Payne and Justin Sane of the St. Louis Calab-O walk out from the back with steel chairs in hand. Gemini sees the two men and challenges them to come toward him. Cole Steele comes up from behind and clips Gemini's knee, thus allowing Payne and Sane to simultaneously smash their chairs into Gemini's skull. Gemini goes down like a shot, but Payne unleashes a second chair shot to the face for good measure.

BS: What the hell is going on here?! Members of the St. Louis Calab-O are out here and they're assaulting Gemini!

GM: Hey, he challenged them to come over.

Justin Sane produces a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and locks them on Gemini. The two men then drag Gemini to the back as Steele and Striker look on.

BS: I can't believe what we've just seen! I guess Gemini has been taken out of this match!

Steele takes the initiative and sends Striker back into the ring. He climbs back into the ring as well and goes for a boot to the midsection but Striker catches the foot, spins him around, and clotheslines him to the mat. The champion pulls Steele to his feet and whips him to the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. The champion covers: One, two...Steele gets a shoulder up.

BS: The champion is looking a lot more confident with Gemini no longer being a factor.

Striker heads up top as Steele gets to his feet. He leaps off for a missile dropkick but Steele side-steps the move and Striker crashes to the mat. Steele picks the champion up and slams him back down before heading up top himself. He leaps off the top and connects with a swandive headbutt. The challenger covers: One, two, thr...Striker kicks out.

GM: Damn, I thought Steele had him for a minute there. Whew!

BS: Steele winning would mean that the SSN faction would now hold the Intercontinental title and I don't think anyone associated with EWI wants to see that happen.

Steele whips the champion to the ropes and goes for a hurricanrana but Striker turns the move into a powerbomb and then picks him up again for a second powerbomb before locking him in the Final Insult.

BS: That's it! Striker has that elevated crab of his applied in the center of the ring! Cole Steele is in trouble here!

GM: Way to go, Striker! Make that SOB tap out!

Steele struggles to get to the ropes but realizing that his efforts are in vain he instead grabs one of the champion's legs and trips him up, forcing a break. Striker tries to re-apply the hold but Steele rolls him up. The referee counts: One, two, thr...Striker kicks out again.

BS: Nice counter by the challenger but Striker isn't done yet!

Steele executes a bulldog on the champion and then looks out at the crowd before running to the ropes and executing the Hero-Sault. Upon hitting it, Steele does not cover the champion but instead heads up top and leaps off with his People's Splash frog splash. Striker rolls out of the way of the move however and Cole goes to the mat face-first.

GM: This is your chance, champ! Put 'im away now!

Striker pulls the challenger up and executes a double underhook backbreaker. He pulls him up again for powerbomb but at the last moment Steele reverses the move with a hurricanrana and hooks both of Striker's legs. The referee counts: One, two, three.

Winner: 'The People's Choice' Cole Steele (NEW EWI Intercontinental Champion)


BS: Oh my God! Cole Steele has captured the title!

GM: No! Dammit! No!

The referee hands Steele his newly-won title belt and the new champion quickly exits to the ring and walks to the back holding the title up for all to see. 187 follows behind him to make sure nothing happens. Striker remains in the ring for several moments with a dejected look on his face before heading back to the locker room himself.

GM: Well SSN has a new champ in Cole Steele, but Gemini .... what is Payne and Sane thinking?

BS: That I have no idea, but the LAST person ....

GM: People when you refer to him.

BS: Fine PEOPLE you wanna upset is Gemini! Folks we've got to go to a break. Hopefully they don't pull the plug on us yet!

{The camera cuts away and start to show scenes for Heatwave in Evansville taking place at Roberts Stadium.}


BS: Welcome back everyone. Coming up next we've got near nine hundred pounds of Tommy Payne and Justin Sane slated here to take on perennial fan favorites and first-time partners Zero and Inferno. What’s your take on this one Garrett?

GM: Payne and Sane have been together much longer than “The Southern Fox” and Inferno. You have to give them the edge there. The size is no question in their favor. I hurt for Zero and Inferno already…well, not really.

BS: That's his opinion and now it's the audience turn so let's go to the ring!

GM: Like they have a brain.


'The Southern Fox' Zero and Inferno vs Tommy Payne and Justin Sane

Combined Weight 463lbs | Combined Weight 875lbs

Charlotte, NC / Pittsburgh, PA | St. Louis, MO

'Everlasting Gaze' - Smashing Pumpkins / 'Pollution' - Limp Bizkit | 'Judgement Night' - Onyx and Biohazzard


Inferno starts out in the ring against Justin Sane. The action goes back and forth with neither man getting an upper hand. Inferno desperately avoids locking up with the much larger Sane and tries to wear him out with strikes and dizzying takedowns. At one point Inferno hits a huricanrana. Sane is staggered by the move but Inferno mistakenly tries it again. Justin Sane recovers and throws him down hard with a powerbomb. Tommy Payne tags in and they proceed to pummel Inferno for a good portion of the match, tagging in and out with frequency.

BS: Payne sends Inferno to the ropes…Inferno rebounds with a moonsault off the second rope! Both men are down but this could be Inferno’s break to make a tag to Zero who hasn’t seen any action yet.

Inferno gets slowly to his feet. Payne charges in for a spear but Inferno times it right and hits a huge implant DDT! He reaches back and tags Zero.

BS: Here comes the fresh man! Zero immediately vaults over the ropes with a flying body press onto Payne! He pops up and drills Justin Sane with a dropkick that sends him tumbling to the outside. Zero is hot!

Tommy Payne is up and tries to run Zero down.

GM: Payne charges Zero and tries a clothesline. “The Southern Fox” ducks and Payne nails his partner Justin Sane!

BS: Tommy Payne staggers back and Zero nails him with a roundhouse dropkick to the teeth! Payne drops like a rock and Zero is quickly up to the top turnbuckle.

The crowd is on its feet as “The Southern Fox” flies off with a beautiful senton bomb. Zero goes for a cover. Justin Sane has jumped into the ring to break up the count but Inferno stops him in his tracks with a side crescent kick.

BS: One…two…NO! Tommy Payne barely got a shoulder up!

GM: Looks like the cavalry is on the way! Here comes the rest of the St. Louis Calab-O!

BS: Inferno has tossed Justin Sane out of the ring and is running to meet the challenge of Bass, DeeZee, “The Naughty Frog” and Ricky Payne!

GM: Not to mention Electra Watts! Woohoo! What is Inferno thinking?

BS: He’s thinking if he can buy his partner some time, they might be able to get the win before the Calab-O gets there! Zero has locked on his brutal “Zero Tolerance” figure four!

Tommy Payne is in a world of hurt. The referee is just dropping down to ask him if he submits when the Calab-O hits the ring. Bass drills Inferno with a clothesline that sends him sprawling and DeeZee boots the referee in the head to stop him from making a call.

BS: Obvious disqualification!

GM: Smart move.

DeeZee puts the boots to Zero along with Davis and Sane who is just getting back in the ring. The ref is calling for the bell but Sane heaves him out of the ring. Bass rolls Inferno into the squared circle and throws a couple of folding chairs into the fray.

Winner: Inferno and Zero (Via DQ)


BS: This does NOT look good for Zero and Inferno! They may have one the match by DQ…but it’s going to come at a premium.

DeeZee pastes Zero in the face with a chair crumbling him to the mat. Inferno gets scraped off the canvas and promptly choke-slammed to the mat by Tommy Payne. Davis is getting into the action and works Zero over with a chair.

BS: Electra is reading Zero and Inferno the riot act. Justin Sane with a powerbomb on Zero! Bass with a matching one on Inferno! This is way out of control…wait! Here comes The Electric Company!

Go Kanzaki and Hercules Ogawa hit the ring and start to clean house. Davis and Electra immediately hit the bricks.

BS: Ogawa drills Bass in the chops with a stiff elbow then follows up with one on Justin Sane, then back to Bass! Go Kanzaki tosses big Tommy Payne to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex! What strength!

GM: Bass and Sane are staggered but it’s still two on four in there. DeeZee nails Hercules with a chair and slows down the compact powerhouse. Bass clotheslines Ogawa to the mat.

BS: It’s Gemini! It looks like he just came out of the crowd! Now bodies are starting to scatter! Zero is partially getting to his feet.

Gemini THROWS a chair at Bass and catches him in the face. Bass drops and rolls out of the ring. DeeZee charges Gemini and meets a gargantuan clothesline from the schizophrenic.

BS: Now it looks like the odds are even! Hercules scoops up DeeZee and hits him with an exploder suplex! Ogawa with a tiger suplex on Justin Sane! The “sick-ass head-droppers” are living up to their name!

GM: This makes ME sick. I’m far from electrified.

Gemini grabs Payne by the throat and tosses him over the top rope with his gargantuan arm. Go and Hercules are ready for more fighting but the Calab-O is hitting the highway. Zero and Inferno are coming to and The Electric Company raises their respective hands, much to the delight of the capacity crowd.

BS: The St. Louis Calab-O is headed to the showers. What a save by The Electric Company and Gemini!

GM: Did you say Gemini came out of the crowd?

BS: Well that’s where I thought he came from.

GM: Is he bringing friends?

BS: What are you…holy cow it’s Hellfighter!

Out of the crowd “Hellfighter” Michael Shultz jumps the railing with a chair in hand and goes sprinting up the ramp. The five men in the ring take notice and stop celebrating. A camera follows Hellfighter and the big screen displays the action. Gemini, Zero, Inferno and The Electric Company look on curiously.

Hellfighter is slowing down cautiously and catches up to Tommy Payne and Justin Sane. With a baseball-style swing he lays out Sane with the chair. Tommy Payne turns around stunned and gets introduced to the steel as well.

BS: Oh my God!

GM: No pun intended I’m assuming.

BS: None. Hellfighter apparently hasn’t forgotten the beating that the Calab-O gave him weeks ago! Hellfighter is laying both of them on a cart of some kind.

GM: That looks like something the roadies use to move out the speaker system. Where is he taking them?

Hellfighter wheels the cart down a couple of narrow hallways to the boiler room. He backs in the door and uses a chain and padlock to ensure no one is getting in.

BS: I have a very weird feeling about this.

GM: Ditto.

The camera cuts back to the ring where Zero, Inferno, Gemini, Go and Hercules watch with stunned silence.

Hellfighter gives both Payne and Sane a chair shot for good measure then produces a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket. He drags the two over near a pipe protruding from the furnace, laces the handcuff behind it and locks them both in. Then with a fierce yell, Hellfighter starts to pound away at the two with the chair.

BS: Hellfighter has snapped! Payne and Sane are both starting to ooze crimson.

GM: Whatever happened to forgive and forget?

BS: Not this time! Tommy Payne and Justin Sane are in deep trouble here. Hellfighter drops the chair and is searching for…a table?

GM: He’s setting it up near that ladder. This is starting to look familiar!

Hellfighter proceeds to stack a second table on top of the first near the ladder. He un-cuffs Tommy and Justin and rolls them onto the top tier. Hellfighter climbs up the ladder.

BS: This is just the same thing that Tommy Payne and Justin Sane did to Hellfighter a week ago! Talk about what goes around comes around!

With a leap from the ladder Hellfighter crashes through the tables sending Tommy Payne and Justin Sane straight to the floor. Both are out cold. Shultz crawls out of the rubble, dusts himself off and leaves.

The camera returns to the ring to a sea of mixed emotions. Go and Hercules appear a little amused that Payne and Sane got their just deserts. Zero and Inferno look absolutely shocked. Gemini looks angry.

BS: The squeaky clean Hellfighter just took part of the Calab-O to the extreme! Gemini can’t believe it and looks NONE to happy.

GM: He’s just mad that Hellfighter stole his thunder.

BS: Maybe so. Folks we've got to cut away, but when return it's Hell in the Cell time as new comers The Adjusters take on Amplified and The Mechanical Animals ... NEXT!

{As the camera cuts away it shows scenes for Shockwave in Indianapolis at the Conseco Fieldhouse.}


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