(Outside of the Cow Palace, before the start of the show, we see Saul E. Dastardly and 187 standing by the door where the wrestler’s entrance is. 187 has a shopping cart next to him filled with restraints and a tranquilizer gun. Saul is speaking on his cellular phone and is very animated in his conversation.)

SED: Damnit, I don’t care, make it happen! I already gave you the money, if you fall back now, you will regret it for the rest of your life! JUST DO IT! (Hangs up the phone and turns to 187.) Is this guy on the up and up?

187: Trust me boss, it’s all under control. If I don’t catch Tabu here, we’ll get him later…guaranteed.

SED: You should watch what you say to me, because if you don’t fall through, you’ll be doing a lot worse than being my beer man in an empty arena!

(187 pulls the tranquilizer gun out of the cart. He holds it in both hands and looks into the sight. He then turns to Saul and puts the gun down.)

187: Don’t worry…I’ll get him tonight!


[The scene opens up with EWI Owner and 'Ironman' Bret Kross backstage before the show.]

EZ: Hey Bret I have to talk to you about something.

BK: Yeah what do you want?

EZ: You were only joking about you would retire if you lost to Aho tonight right?

BK: I'm very serious about it. If I don't beat Aho then I'm going to retire from the EWI and wrestling in general.

EZ: But you can't be serious.....

BK: Look I'm at the point of my career where if I can't do it now then I just don't know anymore.

EZ: Well hopefully you'll reconsider.

BK: I can't do that. It's either this or nothing.

EZ: Fine. Have it your way.

[As Zieba is walking away, Kross is still standing in the backstage area looking at Zieba walk away until he eventually walks towards the doors leading into the arena.]



[The camera cuts to The Cow Palace right in San Francisco, California. 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 second installment of the EWI’s California Cruisin' tour that kicks off right here in beautiful San Francisco! Welcome to SHOCKWAVE! Joining me as always is the man on my right Gary McFarland. Gary....what's going on?

GM: How about that announcement at the beginning of the show? Kross calling this his farewell match if he doesn't get the title? He's putting it all on the line for the belt tonight! I'm PUMPED and ready to go!

[Suddenly the camera cuts backstage and it shows Zieba and Commissioner Chad Dupree walking towards a parked limo.]

EZ: Alright Chad. I have some business to take care of and I have to take off. Make sure that nothing goes wrong on the show tonight cause I have several matches I wanna see finished and done with if you catch my drift. I have all the trust in you.

CD: Not a problem Z. There is nothing to worry about.

[Zieba then shakes Dupree's hand and heads into the limo. As it takes off Dupree turns around and goes back into The Cow Palace.]

GM: Zieba has business to take care of now?

BS: It has to be important if he can't be here for tonight's show.

GM: Okay then, but I have a question. (points up at a huge cage looming over the ring) What is THAT up there for? I don't remember a cage match being signed tonight.

BS: I don't know, but soemone requested it and if it's used tonight then it'll be the same hot and exciting action that can only be expected from EWI.

GM: Always trying to sell something aren't you? You are such the infomerical man.

BS: Folks we're not going to hold back. Let's go to our first match of the night which puts EWI Cruiserweight champion Eric Davis against number one condender Sky Suicide!


For The EWI Cruiserweight Title

Eric 'The Dragon' Davis vs. Sky Suicide

6' 0", 230lbs | 5'10", 228lbs

Calgary, Alberta, Canada | Olympia, Washington

"Genius" - Pitchshifter | "Rocket Queen" - Guns N' Roses


The VITAL IDOLS logo appears on the giant video screen, and we know what this means. Walking out in a sports jacket, shorts, and flip-flops is King Feisal, III. The King takes a few moments to look out into the crowd before he begins to speak. The crowd is jeering heavily.

KING FEISAL: Ladies and gentlemen, do you know what you're about to witness? You people are very, very lucky to be here. Not only will you be seeing top notch wrestling ability, daredevil manuevers, and brutality... BUT TONIGHT, a BRAND NEW EWI CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION WILL BE CROWNED!! King Feisal Productions presents to you... SKY SUICIDE!!

Before the music even begins to play, an assortment of explosions go off right above the entrance ramp. The lights fall black and the opening licks of "I Hope You Die" by the Bloodhound Gang burst from the rafters. Sky Suicide emerges from the dark wearing his black wrestling trunks, black boots, and a black fingerless glove on both hands. Accompanying Sky to the ring is the Turn-On Tony Sajec, who is wearing a cut-off Sky Suicide: The Next Best Thing Since Breast Implants t-shirt. When they meet up with Feisal in the center of the ramp, Sky drops to his knees and holds out his hands, while Turn-On stands behind him with his heaines back and arms extended. Fireworks go off all around the arena in burst of blue, red, and green. The crowd is in shock at the over-the-wall entrance. The bursts continue as the trio make their way to the ringside area. Sky slides into the ring with Feisal's mic. The lights flicker back on.

SUICIDE: Before Eric Davis rears his ugly head, let me just say that THIS, is what a real man looks like. THIS, is what a CHAMPION looks like! And one way or another, Sky Suicide will be walking away with the gold tonight!!

Sky tosses the mic out of the ring and takes his corner.

(Genis by Pitchshifter plays and Eric Davis makes his way out. Eric stops halfway up the ramp and holds up the EWI Cruiser Championship. Eric then enters the ring, motioning for Sky to take a step back.)

BS: Eric Davis being extremely caution in this match.

GM: He's a champion, You can never be to cautious.

Eric Davis hands the belt to the ref and lunges at Sky Suicide, catching him with a forearm to the side of the head. Eric Davis keeps the onslaught going and lays the boots to a fallen Sky Suicide. Sky rolls out of the ring and Tony Sajec comes over to talk to him. Eric Davis comes flying over the top rope, taking out both Vital Idols. Eric Davis smiles as he rolls Sky Suicide back in the ring. Eric Davis climbs the ropes, but Sky Suicide is quick to his feet and knocks his feet out from under him. Sky Suicide then hits a superplex and goes for a cover. One..Two...Kickout by Eric Davis. Sky Suicide drops a knee across the upper body of Eric Davis and goes for a pin. One...Two...Another kickout.

BS: Eric Davis isn't giving up.

GM: The man's a champion here, It's going to take a lot more to beat him.

Sky Suicide pulls Eric Davis up to his feet and then shoots him into the far ropes, Sky Suicide ducks and Eric Davis hits a DDT. Both men are laying on the groung. Eric Davis quick to his feet and shoots off the far ropes, but Tony Sajec grabs a leg and Eric hits the mat hard. Sky Suicide is up and goes for another cover. One..Two..Three.....

BS: Wait, His foot is on the bottom rope.

GM: A true champion knows where he is at all times.

The ref notices the foot on the rope as Sky Suicide is standing on the second rope with his hands in the air. Eric Davis gets to his feet and hits a seated Powerbomb on Sky Suicide. Eric Davis goes for the pin. One..Two...Kickout. Eric Davis quickly climbs up on the ropes and hits a beautiful moonsault. One...Two..Kickout. Eric Davis applies a scissor arm lock, but Sky Suicide is to close to the ropes and grabs the ropes. The ref ask for a break, but Eric Davis refuses. The Ref starts a count. One..Two..Three..Four..Eric releases the hold. Eric Davis pulls Sky Suicide up and Suicide pokes him in the eye. The ref warns Suicide, who seems to not listen. Sky Suicide hits a piledriver. Suicide then pulls up Eric Davis and sends him into the far ropes, but a reversal by Davis. Davis goes for a clothesline, but a go behind by Sky Suicide. Sky hits the Suicide Solution. One...Two...The bell rings. Sky Suicide jumps up and down in the ring, the ref looks dumbfound as he looks around. Suddenly Two men in black suits jump over the guard railing and pull Eric Davis from the ring. One man grabs the Cruiser Championship and then they drag Eric Davis up the ramp, as the ref explains to Sky Suicide the time limit had expired in the match.

Winner: Draw


GM: A DRAW? You have to be kidding! Someone drag the ref back in there and have this puppy continue!

BS: I'm afraid that's it. This match ends in a draw, but give it to both wrestlers for putting it all on the line.

GM: What a crock!

BS: Folks we've got to take a break, but when we return we're goning to have Commando and Kevin Powers in a Hardcore match....NEXT!

GM: OH HELL YEAH!

[The scene fades away and is replaced with promos for Heatwave in Sacramento.]


BS: Folks we're back. Coming up next we have one HELL of a grudge match with former EWI World Champion Commando taking on 'Good God' Kevin Powers.

GM: I have a feeling this one is going to have it all cause these two DESPISE eachother. Powers hates Commando dating all the way back to the Manifest Destiny days and Commando...well he hates everyone.

BS: Folks let's get to the ring to start this match up!


Commando vs "Good God" Kevin Powers

6'7", 268lbs | 6'10", 318lbs

Fort Bragg, North Carolina | Chicago, IL

"Welcome To The Jungle" - Guns and Roses | "Play With Me" - Insane Clown Posse


"Welcome to the Jungle" begins to play and Commando walks out from the back. The crowd's response to him is mixed at best. Commando stops in the aisle to argue with a fan waving a sign in his face when, suddenly, Gemini runs out from the back and spears Commando to the ground.

BS: What the...!? This match hasn't even started and already we've got interference!?

GM: Hey, Gemini has every reason to hunt Commando down! Paybacks are heck!

Gemini uses a series of stomps and kicks to keep Commando down. Gemini shoves a fan out of his chair and takes it. He bashes Commando with the chair and then drags him to ringside.

BS: Commando may be out of this match before it ever gets started!

Gemini presses Commando over his head and throws him into the ring. Gemini's face is a mask of triumph as the crowd roars. Suddenly "Play With Me" - Insane Clown Posse begins to play and Kevin Powers runs out from the back.

GM: Powers in the house!

Powers nails Gemini with a clothesline. Gemini rolls to his feet, bewildered. Powers snatches a microphone from a ring boy and looks at Gemini with contempt.

KS: Hey...I don't want or need your damn help, Gemini. You're the biggest freak I've ever seen in my life and what you need to do right now is take you and yourself back the locker room. Once I finish this piece of sh in the ring, I'll deal with you.

Gemini slinks away, never taking his eyes off of Powers. Powers in the meantime climbs in the ring. The referee begins to call for the bell when he's interrupted by the Lo Fidelity Allstars "Battleflag." Commissioner Dupree walks out on the stage with microphone in hand.

CD: I hate to interject myself, but due to the nature of this upcoming match, and in accordance with SSN guidelines...

[Crowd boos vehemently.]

CD: ...I am hereby making this an unsanctioned match and appointing a special guest referee selected by Marcus Gottfried himself. He is none other than..."Mr. Main Event" Rob Sampson! Gentlemen, have at it.

As Dupree exits, Sampson walks out from the back wearing a referee's uniform. Powers and Commando stare incredulously as Sampson makes his way into the ring and calls for the bell. Commando, despite being fazed from Gemini's attack, goes after Powers and clotheslines him over the top rope and out of the ring.

GM: It's on!

BS: Commando wastes no time!

Powers lands on his feet and grabs a chair as Commando rolls out of the ring. Powers takes a wild swing at his opponent but Commando ducks and the chair hits the ringpost, causing Powers to drop it. Commando unleashes a series of punches and then follows up with a devastating sidekick to Powers' face. Commando reaches under the ring and pulls out a fire extinguisher. He shoots it off in Powers' face and then smashes it down across his back.

BS: This is not gonna be pretty.

GM: It wasn't meant to be.

Commando goes for the pin, but Powers kicks right out much to his chagrin. Commando pulls Powers to his knees and Powers nails a low blow. Commando staggers away and Powers grabs the ring bell from the time keeper. Powers nails Commando in the face and then goes back to grab the hammer from the time keeper.

BS: Oh what now!?

As Commando lies on the floor, Powers lays the bell against his head and then climbs up on the apron. The crowd pops huge as Powers leaps off the apron and drives the hammer onto the bell, causing it to ring loudly. Commando winces in pain from the decibel level.

GM: Commando could go deaf from that! Powers doesn't give a damn though!

Powers drops a leg across Commando's throat and goes for the pin. Sampson goes down and counts two before Commando is able to kick out. Commando rakes Powers' eyes as they both stand up and Powers swings wildly and narrowly avoids nailing Sampson. Sampson warns him but Powers is oblivious to it at this point. Commando scores with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex on the floor, with Powers landing somewhere in the aisle.

BS: Good lord!

GM: Can you say...bad back?

Commando goes into the crowd and grabs a chair. He climbs over the guard rail where Powers is up and waiting. Commando swings the chair and Powers barely gets his arm up before the chair connects. Still, he goes down, and Commando goes for the pin. Sampson counts two and Powers kicks out.

BS: We haven't seen more than a two count so far, surprisingly. I don't expect this match to go very long.

Powers gets to his feet and Commando again swings the chair, but misses, allowing Powers the opportunity to nail him with a boot to the face. Commando staggers and Powers grabs him by the throat. The crowd goes wild as Powers chokeslams Commando down to the cement floor.

GM: Damn! I mean...damn! That had to hurt!

Powers signals to the back and a few seconds later Roseanne Fairhurst emerges, carrying with her a baseball bat entwined in barbed wire. Fairhurst hands her man the bat and then makes her exit. Powers stands over and drives the barbed wire bat down onto Commando's forehead, cutting him open.

BS: Powers has cut Commando open with that damn bat of his!

GM: You're surprised? These two are gonne put each other through hell.

Powers continues his assault, pulling Commando up to his feet and then clotheslining him back down with the bat. Powers raises the bat over his head and swings, but Commando rolls out of the way and the bat hits only the floor. Commando wipes the blood away from his eyes and catches Powers with a spin hook kick. Commando grabs Powers by the hair and drags him through the curtain.

BS: What? Where are they going?

GM: Well apparently this entire arena is fair game.

BS: Fans, we have no idea where they've gone, but we'll send come cameras back there and hope to find them.

[The scene fades away and is replaced with promos for the Pay Per View, Bad Blood, in Los Angeles.]


("The Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson starts up as The Night Cripplers make their way to the ring. Titan slides underneath the bottom rope and Hunter steps over the top rope as the music dies down and Titan is handed a microphone)

Titan: "Cut the music. It should be quite obvious to all of you out there that I have a lot on my mind, so let's just get right down to business. When we got here, we punked the Showstoppers out of the Inner Circle and took our spot right here where we long. But for the last month, I've sat by and watched the HOA make dumbass comment after dumbass comment while we've sat on our asses and done nothing about it. Well....no more. Motor City Maniacs, I said not long ago that we had gained a lot of respect for you through our battles over the last year or so. But now I'm sad to say I have to take that back. It appears that you two creamed your pants so thoroughly over your win at coronation that you are willing to count that joke of a match....a match where we were counted out through interference no less....a match where we beat the living f**k out of both you and Tribal Instinct for 90% of the match....you're so orgasmically excited over that win that you would even for one second dismiss us and give yourself this big win? Well let me fill you in on something. First of all, you have NEVER....EVER pinned either one of us in a match...tag, singles or otherwise. Second of all, any self respecting tag team including a few with their feet permanently placed in their own ass and apparently you with you two patting yourselves on the back, could beat the Tribal Instinct and you know it. Don't fool yourself into thinking for one moment that you have gotten past the Night Cripplers yet. Trust me, your lives are going to be a living hell from now on. No respect, no wrestling. We are going to break you in half. And as for your little buddy Ash, I don't know what makes him think he's Mr. stud dick around here all of a sudden. Let me tell you what, Ash. That TV title is pretty and all, but I think next time I'm in your neck of the woods, we'll go play a little game of golf and I'll let you caddy it up for me, since in the wrestling ring you obviously can't even hold the jock of half the people you're pulling all of these bulls**t attacks on. You've gotten over on all these amateurs so far, but I'm not an amateur and you're on the wrong side big man. You wanna play games? I created those games, and it's about time you got your lesson."

(Titan pauses a moment and continues)

Titan: "Now, how could we come out here and say anything without having a few words for our esteemed opponents tonight, The Assassins. What a nice little splash you two have made. I don't blame you for jumping right on the best team in the world to make a name for yourselves. But tonight you're gonna find out really quick that people in your position only make one name for themselves. They become that team that was too damned stupid to know that you mess with the best damn tag team that ever lived, and when you do....your career tends to shorten dramatically. You stuck your noses in our business for the last time. And tonight, your involvement in our business is coming to a screeching halt...courtesy of a Crippler Crash...."

(The music cues back up as both men head back up the ramp to the dressing room)

BS: They seem very upset with The Assassins.

GM: Gee. You think?

BS: I was just stating a point.

GM: And what a point you made. The Night Cripplers hate The Assassins for what they have done to INCLUDE costing them the title. Things are not going to look good for The Assassins in the near future if you ask me.

BS: Well coming up next we have The Darkness trying to rebound from his recent losing streak against another rebounder Kin Hiroshi.

GM: The leader of The Army of Darkness is set to prove a point and his prey is Hiroshi. This might get sticky.

BS: Folks let's head to the ring for this mtach.


Kin Hiroshi vs. The Darkness

6'0", 198lbs | 6' 0", 200lbs

Tokyo, Japan | Unknown

"Five Finger Crawl" - Danzig | 'Mudshovel' - Stained


The Darkness goes for a clothesline right from the start, but Hiroshi ducks it and follows up with a clothesline of his own, knocking Darkness down. Darkness quickly gets up only to be met with another clothesline from Hiroshi. Darkness bounces up again and Hiroshi grabs his arm and attempts an Irish whip, which is reversed by Darkness. Hiroshi bounds off of the ropes and Darkness catches him with a powerslam, slowing the momentum of Hiroshi.

BS: And this match got off to a running start.

Darkness picks Hiroshi up and brings him back down with a German suplex. Hiroshi gets to his feet, only to be met with a dropkick from Darkness, sending Hiroshi back into the ropes. Hiroshi bounces off and rolls out of the way of another clothesline from Darkness. Before Darkness can turn around, Hiroshi is up and hits the Darkness with a spinning savate kick to the face. Darkness falls to the mat.

BS: The pace is reversed yet again in the early goings.

GM: You sound like a dork.

BS: Do not.

GM: Yes huh. Do too. Do too times infinity.

Hiroshi pulls Darkness up by the hair and hits him with a few chops to the chest. He works Darkness into the corner and then whips him to the opposing turnbuckle and follows him with a splash. As Darkness staggers, Hiroshi climbs on the top turnbuckle and takes Darkness down with a tornado DDT. Hiroshi with the pin... 1, 2, -- Darkness' foot is on the rope.

BS: Hiroshi trying to make quick work of The Darkness.

Hiroshi pulls the Darkness up and takes him back down with a snap German suplex. Darkness slowly gets up and stands dazed as Hiroshi runs into the ropes, but Anti-Girl pulls down the ropes, and Hiroshi goes tumbling over to the concrete below.

BS: Anti-Girl has become a factor in this match!

GM: I know where she can become a factor.

BS: Mike?

GM: You little son of a---

BS: Ahem.

Anti-Girl picks up a chair and pounds Hiroshi over the head with it. The Darkness sees this and capitalizes by delivering a moonsault over the top rope onto Hiroshi below. Both men fall in a crumple. Darkness is the first to get up and immediately pulls a table from under the ring and sets it up.

BS: I hope the SSN guys aren't watching.

GM: I hope they ARE.

Meanwhile, Hiroshi has gotten to his feet. Darkness sees this and picks up the metal chair and walks towards Hiroshi. He pulls back to swing, but Hiroshi kicks Darkness in the gut and snatches the chair from his hands. He looks at the chair, as if he's considering using it, but decides to just throw it down.

BS: Kin Hiroshi would much rather show his WRESTLING skills in this match.

With Darkness still stunned, Hiroshi gives him a belly to back suplex, then rolls the Darkness back into the ring. Hiroshi with the cover... 1,-- kickout. Hiroshi pulls Darkness up and hits him with a few more chops and then whips him into the ropes. The Darkness bounces off and is hit with a perfectly executed roundhouse kick by Hiroshi, knocking Darkness to the mat. He pulls the Darkness up and attempts a powerbomb, but Darkness counters and knocks Hiroshi on to this back. He tucks his knees underneathe Hiroshi and slingshots him into the turnbuckle face first. The Darkness cathes Hiroshi and delivers a reverse DDT. Darkness picks Hiroshi up and delivers a running powerbomb. Darkness with the pin.... One, two, th-- shoulder up!

BS: Oh! That was a VERY close call for Kin Hiroshi!

GM: Dork.

Darkness, looking frustrated, pulls the Japanese Thunder up and lifts him to his shoulders. Death Valley Driver by Darkness. He picks Hiroshi back up and whips him into the ropes but Hiroshi reverses it and sends The Darkness straight into Anti-Girl who is on the ring apron. Anti-Girl is knocked from the apron to the table below that was set up by The Darkness earlier.

BS: OH MY GOD! THE DARKNESS JUST INADVERTENTLY SENT HIS OWN GIRLFRIEND THROUGH THAT WOODEN TABLE!!

Darkness, stunned by what he has just done, doesn't notice when Hiroshi sneaks up behind him and hits him with an inverted vertical suplex. With the Darkness on the mat, Hiroshi puts him into the Jiro-Kin Sleeper. The ref checks on the Darkness, who is fighting hard to stay conscious. He's still awake. Kin Hiroshi keeps the move on the Darkness. The ref lifts him hand and it falls once. He lifts it again and again it falls. He lifts it a third and final time and as the hand falls, the ref rings the bell, signalling Hiroshi as the winner by knockout.

Winner: Kin Hiroshi


BS: And Kin Hiroshi with the win in what was a very back and forth match. This one could have gone to either men, don't you agree, Garrett?

GM: Whatever. If the Darkness hadn't knocked his woman down, then it would've been a walk in the park for him to beat Hiroshi.

BS: Hold on, fans...I'm being told our cameras have found Commando and Kevin Powers! They're in the concession stand!

The scene switches to the concession stand where Commando and Powers are engaing in what has basically become a food fight. Powers has Commando under a soda dispenser and the cold sticky liquid is literally raining down on Commando's head. Powers lets up and whips Commando into the popcorn machine.

GM: Food fight! Whooo!

Powers grabs a metal tray but Commando comes up with a boot to the midsection and he grabs the tray. He smacks Powers in the face with it and then grabs a soft pretzel. Commando stuffs the pretzel in Powers' mouth.

C: You like that, Powers? Here, you need some mustard with that!

Commando grabs a mustard dispenser and dumps its contents on Powers, covering him in the thick yellow substance. Powers wipes at his eyes but the damage has been done and Commando follows up by putting the boots to Powers. The cameras pan over to Sampson and catches him munching on nachos and drinking a Coke.

BS: What the heck is Sampson doing? This isn't snack time!

GM: Well they ARE in the concession stand.

Commando picks up a metal trash can and throws it down on Powers. He then goes for the pin, but Sampson is downing the rest of his Coke. Commando stands up and goes over to Sampson. He grabs the Coke, throws it in the trash, and then shoves Sampson. Sampson starts to retaliate, but Powers comes from behind suddenly and rams Commando's head into the wall.

GM: This is worse than a street right! It's a damn melee!

BS: And at the center of it all is Rob Sampson! Not good for either man. Where are they...fans, they're headed up the stairs to the second level! We've lost them again! Folks we'll be right back, but coming up next is ANOTHER Grudge match involving The Assassins and The Night Cripplers and that's NEXT!


Grudge Match

The Assassins vs The Night Cripplers

Combined Weight 495lbs | Combined Weight 580lbs

Columbus, Ohio | Chicago, IL

"Down" - Stone Temple Pilots | "The Beautiful People" - Marilyn Manson


Both teams hit the ring and waste no time going to work on each other. They spill outside the ring with Osiris pairing off against Christ Titan and Orion locking horns with Scott Hunter. The Night Cripplers quickly take control of the brawl with their distinct size advantage. Titan stiffs Osiris with a forearm that sends him sprawling backwards. Titan quickly grabs the ring announcer's chair and blasts Osiris in the head with it. Hunter has backed Orion up against the gaurdrail and works him over with right hands. Titan calls to Hunter, the big man Irish whips Titan into Orion with the chair meeting Orion's skull.

GM: "That's a facial."

Osiris is up and instinctively charges Chris Titan. Titan drops the chair behind him and ducks his head. Osiris is elevated with a back body drop. Hunter grabs his head in mid-air and spikes Osiris face-first into the chair with a standing facebuster.

BS: "Good night! If things weren't bad enough for The Assassins, her comes Jeffrey Roberts and Rob Sampson."

Sampson and Roberts make their way down the entrance ramp and motion for The Assassins to be brought in the ring. Roberts begins pulling out a table while Sampson picks up Orion. "Mr. Main Event" eyes the crowd for a moment and then devestates Orion with The Headliner. Roberts has set up a table outside the ring and calls for Osiris with a wicked grin.

BS: "Maybe this is the birthday party The Night Cripplers were talking about."

GM: "If someone gave me Roberts and Sampson, I'd send them back."

The Night Cripplers drag Osiris over to Jeffrey Roberts on the ring apron. Roberts sets up Osiris and suplexes him through the table to the floor. Roberts gets up lauging and high fives Sampson, Hunter and Titan in the ring.

BS: "This is just sick. Four on two?"

GM: "Hey it didn't start out that way, buddy."

Sampson and Roberts, seemingly pleased with their work, leave the ring and exit through the crowd. The Night Cripplers continue to play to the fans.

BS: "I've seen juice-box instructions more technical than this match."

Apparently The Night Cripplers are not finished. Titan is making his way to the top rope and Hunter has hoisted Orion onto his shoulders.

GM: "This is the insult to injury. The Night Cripplers are not just going to finish The Assassins, they are going to send a message. Crippler Crash coming up."

Osiris is slowly crawling in the ring. Titan is taking a lot of time up top. He finally leaps for the cross body but just before, Orion falls forward off of Hunter's shoulders and breaks his fall with a roll. Titan finds nothing but air and hits the canvas messily. Hunter is stunned and hesitates. Osiris reaches the ring and hits a low sweep on Scott while Orion smacks him with a sidekick.

BS: "Assassination! I don't believe it! The Assassins were playing possum!"

Titan is slow to get up and once he does he is met with the Assassination. The Assassins have taken control. Orion sends Titan to the ropes with an Irish whip and connects with a dropkick to the knee. Osiris plants Hunter with a diving powerbomb. Osiris throws Hunter down with a sidewalk slam and then joins Orion in stomping the knee of Chris Titan.

BS: "Looks like The Assassins have an agenda as well."

Osiris locks a figure four on Chris Titan while Orion grabs a chair. Orion gives a token shot to Scott Hunter as he enters the ring. Osiris releases the hold and Orion wraps up Titan's knee in the chair. Titan is screaming in pain as The Assassins stomp away. Orion runs off the ropes and leg drops the chair causing even more discomfort for Chris Titan. Osiris removes the chair and pastes Titan in the head with it knocking him out cold. Orion kicks Hunter in the chops for good measure. Both Cripplers are laid out and The Assassins are dragging them out of the ring.

BS: "No cover."

GM: "No need."

Orion and Osiris have taken a Night Crippler each over their shoulder and are walking up the entrance ramp. The cameras are rushing to keep up with them.

BS: "What's going on here? Are we having a match?"

GM: "Apparently the Assassins don't think so! We've got the cameras following them to God knows where."

The Assassins continue to smash the prone Cripplers into walls, guardrails, and other standing obstacles. They're making their way back to the loading dock.

BS: "What the hell?!? They've got a double stack of tables lined up at the loading dock!"

GM: "It's no accident. That's for damn sure."

At the bottom of the loading dock are two seperate stacks of double tables and a pick-up truck parked behind them. Osiris hammers the Cripplers down and signals to Orion who is standing on the back bumper of the pick-up truck.

GM: "What could they be setting up?"

Osiris hits Hunter with a backbreaker and holds him laying prone across his knee, with Hunter's head hanging over the table. Orion stands on the tailgate of the truck and leaps off driving the back of Scott Hunter's head through the mountain of tables with a guillotine leg drop!

BS: "Oh my lord."

Orion crawls out from under the rubble throwing some of the excess shards of table onto the broken Hunter. Osiris picks up Titan on his shoulder and walks up next to the second set of tables. With one swift movement he jumps from the edge of the dock and uses Titan's head to break the fall with a fire thunder driver to the floor of the loading dock through both remaining tables.

BS: "This nuts! This is Extreme Wrestling International, but the Assassins seem to have no care for the match itself here!"

The Assassins, somewhat shaken from the self-inflicted bumps, dust themselves off and leave Hunter and Titan for dead out on the loading dock. The Assassins walking away down a corridor when they are stopped by a dark figure.

BS: "Who is this? Our camera can't seem to get a light on this person."

GM: "The Assassins are shaking hands with the guy and someone is laughing back there. I smell a set-up."

No Contest


The three men make their way out of the camera's range and we lose feed, but suddenly picks back up with Commando and Powers

BS: Well, folks, our cameras have once again found Commando and Powers, and this time they're fighting on the upper level!

GM: Uh oh.

The scene switches to show Powers with a chokehold on Commando as he leans him over the railing. Commando is in danger should Powers let go, but Powers suddenly pulls him down and then up into a sidewalk slam on the hard marble floor. He goes for the pin. Sampons counts two and Commando rolls a shoulder off the floor.

BS: Is this match EVER going to end!?

GM: Neither guy wants to lose to the other. They might have to kill each other to decide a winner!

Commando pulls a surprised Powers over into an inside cradle. Again, Sampson counts two before Powers gets a shoulder up. Commando kicks Powers in the midsection and drops him with a DDT.

BS: DDT on that marble floor!

GM: Oh sh!

Powers rolls over toward the camera and reveals a bloody forehead. Commando kneels over him and pounds on the wound, opening it up further. Commando spots a table nearby and goes to retrieve. The now-bloodied Powers pulls himself up. He spies a ladder and grabs it.

BS: Oh boy...this is about to get even nastier. Both men are grabbing weapons!

Powers slams the ladder flat across Commando's back. He then entwines Commando's leg between the rungs and stomps on it a few times. As Commando fights to free himself from the ladder, Powers points to the table. The crowd can be heard popping like mad. Powers pulls Commando up into a front facelock and then swings Commando's free arm around his neck.

BS: Oh he wouldn't...

Powers lifts Commando up and then executes his Power Outage jackhammer suplex right onto the table, sending both men crashing through it, Powers landing on top of Commando.

GM: He would.

BS: Power Outage through the table!!

Samspn begins to count. One...two...thr...Commando just barely gets a shoulder up. Powers stands up, visibly frustrated. He spots a set of stairs leading upwards and begins dragging Commando up them, pausing only to slam Commando's head into the wall at times.

BS: Now where!?

The camera pans over as if in answer to reveal a sign with the word "Roof" printed on it.

GM: Oh Christ...somebody call the police. We're about to witness a homicide!

The camera crew runs up the steps but the door slams shut after Sampson runs through it. The camera man jiggles the handle but the door is apparently now locked. Fade back to the arena.

BS: I have a very bad feeling about them being up on the roof. We're going to cut away, but when we return we'll have Tabu and Malign in an Arabian Death Match....NEXT!


BS: Folks, here is a match some people have been waiting for, Tabu versus Malign in an Arabian Death Match. Malign cost Tabu a title match he had earned against Ash for the EWI TV title. Since then Tabu has just gone crazy, including escaping from his manager, Saul E. Dastardly.

GM: Not to mention him biting the ear of a fan wanting an autograph! I saw the beginning of the show and I hope Saul and 187 capture that animal. You can’t just go around biting ears off of people…this isn’t boxing.

BS: Lets go to the introductions.


EXTREME MATCH

Under Arabian Death Match Rules

Tabu vs. Malign

6'4", 240lbs | 6'11", 302lbs

Bombay, India | Hell's Kitchen, NY

| 'Falling Away From Me' - Korn


GM: Here comes Malign. He’s bringing a trashcan full of weapons. Is he with Ash or not? I just don’t get it. I smell a rat.

BS: Are you sure that’s not your aftershave?

GM: Enough of the wisecracks. Where is Tabu? Let’s get this thing started.

(The lights in the arena go dark and several spotlights pan the crowd. Tabu comes charging into the ring through the crowd with a chair wrapped in barbed wire. Malign is looking down the aisle, but Tabu sneaks in from behind and nails him with the chair. Malign staggers into the ropes and turns around. Tabu smacks him one more time and Malign falls face first into the mat. Tabu raises an arm and goes to the floor.)

BS: What is Tabu going to do here. He is reaching underneath the ring and pulling out a ladder.

GM: He’s not done yet, he’s going to a table now.

(Tabu begins setting up the table on the floor and slides the ladder into the ring. Malign gets to his feet and walks over to Tabu. Malign dropkicks Tabu as he was getting into the ring, sending him to the floor. He then reaches into his trashcan and pulls out a cookie sheet. He climbs up the ropes and waits for Tabu to get to his feet, then nails Tabu with a shoulder tackle using the cookie sheet. Malign gets up to his feet and reaches under the ring and pulls out a table of his own. He reaches into his trashcan and pulls out some bolt-cutters. He begins to beat Tabu over the head with them.)

BS: I don’t think I have ever seen bolt-cutters used in a wrestling match, this is a first. Two tables are now set up on the outside and this match is still anyone’s ballgame. Tabu is back on his feet and some of these people are chanting his name.

GM: I don’t understand some people. How could they cheer a freak like him?

(Both grapplers are slugging it out on the floor. They have a collar and elbow tie up and Tabu pushes Malign into the steel guardrail. Malign cringes in pain and Tabu follows it up with a spinning heel kick, sending Malign over the rail and into the crowd. Tabu grabs the timekeeper’s bell and hurls it down at Malign on the floor. He picks it back up and starts pounding Malign continuously with it. He then proceeds to reach into his pants and pulls out a fork. He jabs it into Malign’s forehead and begins grinding it over and over. Malign is busted open and not looking in too good of shape.)

BS: Tabu continues to poke at Malign’s head with that fork! He puts it back and and is now headed over to us.

GM: He just grabbed my pitcher of water!

(Tabu takes a gulp of the water and spits it out on the announcers. He then takes the pitcher, water and all, and smashes it over Malign’s head. He tosses Malign over the rail, back into the ringside area. Tabu grabs on eof the tables and sets it on top of the other table. He takes Malign and sets him on top of both of them. He then goes into the ring and sets the ladder up.)

BS: Oh my, what are we going to see here?

(Tabu begins to climb the ladder with the steel chair wrapped in barbed wire in one of his hands. The crowd is chanting his name and he comes off the top of the ladder and executed his finished, the DOA on Malign and they both go through the tables. The referee begins to make the 10 count on both of them.)

GM: Malign looks like he was just in a car wreck!

BS: The ref is up to FIVE….SIX…look, Tabu is starting to make it to his feet….Malign isn’t going anywhere! EIGHT….NINE….TEN! Tabu has done it, he has defeated Malign in the Arabian Death Match!

Winner: Tabu


GM: The paramedics are coming down to take care of Malign, his face has been butchered!

(The paramedics put him on the gurney and start to wheel him out. While this is going on Tabu is in the ring, he hits the ropes and does a suicide dive onto the gurney, and he continues to pound on Malign. He stands to his feet and kicks him a few times, then returns into the ring. The fans are going wild.)

BS: Listen to that crowd. Only in EWI, Garrett!

GM: What is going on, that cage is now lowering down over the ring. Is the cage match next?

BS: Your guess is as good as mine. Tabu is in the ring still, soaking in the applause. The cage is now down around the ringside area.

(Tabu walks out of the ring and tries to exit the cage door, but he can’t find one. He begins shaking the cage and motioning for someone to send it back up, but nothing is happening.)

(“Hate Me Now” by Nas and Puff Daddy begins to play in the arena and Saul E. Dastardly along with 187 are at the top of the rampway. Saul has a microphone in his hand.)

SED: Tabu, did you think you could just escape me and get away without any consequences? HELL NO! Your ass belongs to me and as long as I have a contract to be your manager, you will NEVER BE FREE! You get loose and the next thing I get is a lawsuit from some fan in San Diego, who you bit the ear off of. (shakes his head) I’ve got you trapped now and there isn’t anywhere for you to run! 187, go down there and get him!

(187 walks down the ramp with the tranquilizer gun. Tabu spots it and heads to the opposite side of the ring. The trashcan that Malign had carried down to the ring is still there, right beside it are the bolt-cutters that were used earlier in the match. Tabu grabs them and snips a few links of the fencing on the cage. As he is doing this, 187 fires a show from the gun. Just as he does this, Tabu slips out of the cage and runs into the crowd.)

BS: Tabu has escaped again! What about that, Garrett? Garrett?

(Brett looks over and Garrett is out cold. The shot that 187 fired missed Tabu and hit Garrett.)

BS: We need some help out here, my broadcast partner has just been hit with a stray tranquilizer shot fired by 187! Folks, let’s take a short break.

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