

[The camera cuts to the interior of The Keil Center in St. Louis, Missouri. As the camera pans around it picks up tens of thousands of screaming EWI fans waving their signs and sounding off with several chants for their favorite stars while Bionic Jive's "Ricochet" plays throughout the arena. The camera then cuts to Brett Sanders and Garrett MacFarland who are in the announcer's booth getting ready for tonight's action.]
BS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WELCOME! Welcome to Shockwave in St. Louis and tonight promises to be one Hell of a show! As always I'm Brett Sanders and the man to my right is Garrett MacFarland. How's it going Gary?
GM: What? Now you're Tony Schiavone promising another killer show in the history of our sport? Did you see what happened to Eddy? He doesn't deserve that! Damn St. Louis! Their hometown sweetheart attacks a LEGEND and they cheer him on! I HATE THIS PLACE!
BS: That attack was taped earlier in the day and since then Eddy Love has recovered and has vowed to crush Bass for that hidious, yet deserving, attack.
GM: Well he .... DESERVING???
{Through the curtain comes Tabu followed closely by “Sweet” Melissa. Tabu has on a wrestling singlet covered up top by a shirt that reads “EWI - EXTREMEly entertaining.” Melissa has on knee-high black leather “go-go” boots with 4-inch heels, a mid-thigh white mini-skirt, a white tube top exposing her well-toned belly and, you guessed it, a microphone in hand. Tabu walks down the entrance ramp, stops in the ring and crosses his arms. Melissa walks in front of him with a hand on her hip and slight pout on her face.}
MELISSA - If it were really a matter of technical wrestling versus extreme style wrestling…
{The arena erupts into cheers.}
…then I’d certainly line up on the other side of the fence. But this has never been about technical wrestling … This whole SSN bull**** is just a way of gaining a numbers advantage so that men like Marcus Gottfried and Eddy Love…
{The crowd boos chanting “S-S-N Sucks!”}
…That’s right, I know how you feel … So that men like Gottfried and Eddy Love can decide what you people can watch, what the great roster here in EWI is *allowed* to do in the ring and when and under what circumstances their leader has to defend his belts.
{Melissa walks, her index finger thoughtfully on her chin, from one end of the stage to the other.}
I mean we all saw what went down when Love took the belt from Hellfighter, but the EWI roster stands idly by … All too proud to ask the help of one another, arguing about just which of them is the true loner. Eddy Love keeps those SSN *boys* doing all his dirty work just by dropping their names out on TV. You should see the pathetic sight, all of ‘em, 187, Sky, Steele, that crappy tag team, even Kin Hiroshi. They all sit around betting on which one Eddy will call next when he bores us all with his never-ending diatribe. I mean these are great wrestlers! Why are Steele, Sky and all of them not clamoring for a shot at *either* of those belts Eddy Love carries on his shoulder? They remain loyal. When they should be training or getting mentally prepared for a match, they run around protecting Eddy…from jumping Dan Ryans to sliding Eddy the knucks against Hellfighter to whatever else Eddy tells ‘em to do. But when you try to talk to one of them into leaving, they’re all about Eddy.
Then we have the stubborn jackasses in the other locker room...men like Cancer, Gemini and The Darkness…too proud to ask Cameron Cruise or Evan Aho or Ruiner to watch their back… all while SSN uses its numbers to beat each of them…and all of us down.
We have guys who call each other friends, like the Inner Circle … Athletes who decry the Super Sports Network, like Sampson. But when EWI has a chance to see the SSN’s precious Eddy Love get what’s coming to him, it’s Ash stabbing Sampson in the back with Love as the beneficiary. *Then* Rob Sampson stands side by side with Eddy Love to ward off Manifest Destiny.
Divided, and under the Super Sports Network rules which limit brawling and extreme-style wrestling, no one stands a chance at cracking the SSN armor. Sure we can score small victories like Jesse Falcon and The Southern Fox scored at Genesis… but is Erik Zieba any closer to returning because of it?
{She shakes her head no.}
There is only one man who, with Tabu and myself, could stand a chance at bringing the SSN down. One wrestler who could go right through Gottfried’s roster and beat everyone one of them. A man who could *out-wrestle* everyone from 187 all the way to Eddy Love. But he is too proud to stand at someone’s side. He’s too busy listening to that tramp Vicky McCave giving him uneducated compliments, all the while telling him to stay out of situations where he could be hurt.
I don’t offer my services to just anyone, but over the last weeks I have tried recruiting the majority of the EWI locker room only to be turned down time and again by men who need my wrestling mind worse than they’ll ever know. Without all of them it’s hardly worth the effort, except for one…Evan Aho. So Evan I’m making one last call, but before I do I want to ask these fans something…
{Melissa turns to the crowd raising her hands and causing a small pop.}
Who thinks that if Melissa hand been handling match strategy, ring preparation *or* conditioning, Evan Aho would have never lost that EWI belt to Hellfighter and started this whole SSN takeover in motion?
{The audience erupts in approval but the frenzy is interrupted by the ExtremeScreen lighting up with Eddy Love’s face.}
LOVE - I hate to interrupt there Sweety…but did I just hear you, a woman who “knows” wrestling, say that hack Evan Aho could out-wrestle me? Are you losin’ it girl? The reason Aho ain’t returning your calls is he’s already been in the ring when I all but added that TV title to my swelling list of former EWI belts…and he knows that with or without your boot camp-style training…Eddy Love is his *daddy*.
{Love’s mouth drops open in horror and the crowd explodes as Evan Aho steps out onto the entrance ramp. He’s uncharacteristically out of wrestling attire wearing a pair of black running shoes, black tear-away pants with white trim and a yellow t-shirt with “Aberdeen Wrestling” printed across the front in blue and white script. Evan stalks down the ramp and slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring. He hops quickly to his feet and paces past Melissa but never lets his eyes lose contact with hers. He walks back and stops with his face inches from hers. Tabu seems to tense slightly. Melissa’s eyes search Aho’s face frantically for something to key on. After a horrific moment of silence Evan turns his hand over asking for the microphone. Melissa obliges relieved. Evan backs up two steps.}
AHO - I didn’t come to EWI to save Erik Zieba’s job…I didn’t come to EWI to save *your* job…
{Evan points a finger at Melissa and draws a mixed reaction from the crowd.}
…And I most certainly did not come to EWI to “save” the company from Marcus Gottfried and Super Sports Network.
{The crowd hangs in an awkward silence, shocked at Aho’s defense of SSN.}
So where’s my motivation Melissa? Beside the fact that I don’t want to be a crusader for any of your causes, you insult…
{Evan stops for a moment.}
…Miss McCave and insinuate that *I* didn’t prepare well for what was the biggest match of my career at that point in history…which is a direct insult to me. So why would I agree to team up with you?
I’ll tell you why…you can give me something Melissa. Something that no one else can…something I’ve been aching for this past six months…
{The crowd begins to come to life in anticipation of Aho’s “something.”}
…You can get me Eddy Love.
{The arena erupts as Eddy curses on the Ziebatron. Melissa smiles broadly and a hint of a grin even creases Evan’s lips.}
Not *just* Eddy Love, but the big matches. Hellfighter, Gemini, Sky Suicide…
{The crowd pops again at the notion of Sky and Evan’s series being renewed. Evan returns to his usual look of indifference.}
That’s what I want Melissa, nothing more. You can offer your help with preparation…you can offer your tips for conditioning…you can offer your thoughts on strategy…but I got to this show by relying on one person…myself.
{The audience cheers again as Evan passes the microphone back to Melissa.}
MELISSA - Fine then, Aho. I'll get you your matches… and if you do decide to take me up on those other services you *don't need*…we'll get you back to winning those matches, like you were doing last year.
{Evan starts to object but he’s interrupted by Eddy Love sliding into the ring followed by Sky Suicide and Cole Steele. Eddy nails Evan with a forearm to the side of the head sending him tumbling to the mat. Sky puts a knee in Tabu’s gut and hurls him over the ropes to the outside. Melissa hops out of the ring quickly as Cole rummages around the table for a chair.}
SANDERS (v/o) - Dammit! SSN isn’t going to give Aho a moment’s rest! Cole Steel just tossed a chair into the ring to Eddy Love; he’s going to tee off on Evan Aho!
MCFARLAND - Great move Evan! Team with Melissa and get an instant ass kicking!
{Eddy waits for Evan to reach his feet but Melissa grabs his foot from outside the ring. Eddy turns to get Melissa off his ankle. Evan comes to his senses and takes advantage of the distraction; he puts a boot in Love’s stomach and spikes “Hurricane” Eddy to the mat with a DDT. Eddy rolls immediately to the outside. Meanwhile Tabu has turned the tide on Sky Suicide and Cole Steele, sending Sky into the steps with an Irish whip and nailing Cole with a sidekick. Sky, Cole and Eddy quickly regroup and head back up the entrance ramp with Aho, Tabu and Melissa standing side-by-side in the ring. }
GM: Eddy got attacked again! I can't believe this. I CRY FOUL! ,p>BS: WHAT? Eddy basically ASKED for that! What Melissa has said is true to a degree. While the EWI is too busy worried about themselves they've let the SSN take over and ...
GM: Cram it bishopboy! Zieba screwed himself when he allowed that match. End result? SSN takes over. Gottfried runs a better show and everyone better stand up, collaborate, and listen to what the boss of the EWI has to say!
BS: Now you wanna be Vanilla Ice.
GM: Shaddup.
BS: Folks I'm being told we've got something going on outside so let's cut to Guy Grant and see what's going on!
GM: Wow Guy still has a job here?
(R. James Phillips and the Motor City Maniacs enter the arena, when Guy Grant walks up to them. R. James Phillips is dressed in a buisness suit, while the Motor City Maniacs are dressed in HoA T-shirts and blue jeans.)
GG: Excuse me fellas. Tonight you have a six man match with Keith Rotten as your partner against Overdrive and a mystery opponent, your thoughts?
RJP: You know, Overdrive came into the EWI making challenges. Sure we've taken our attention off of the Dark Carnival and the Thrill Killas, but that's fine, cause what Overdrive hasn't figured out is that they're in the ring with one of the most feared teams in wrestling.
RR: Many people are wondering who Overdrive's mystery partner will be, We're not. It won't matter who they get off the EWI talent roster, they're not going to be able to hang with the Motor City Maniacs.
MM: Now, Keith Rotten, We may be a perfect fit, but we know what we can do, We've seen what you can do and I can only hope that you can do your thing in a team enviroment. Cause this might be some silly six man match, but we don't like losing.
RR: Keith, We like your style. Screw Marcus Gottfried and the SSN, Screw the EWI. We usually like to surprise the wrestling world with the newest HoA member, but you fit the bill quite well. We know that you coming aboard in the HoA that the team of The Darkness, Keith Rotten and the Motor City Maniacs will send a shockwave through this federation and many others. So the offer is there, It's your call.
(Max grabs the mic from Guy Grant.)
MM: You see HoA in the past had two weak links. Both of those links felt that they were better than the team. The Darkness has come on board cause he knows that unity will bring him closer to that which he desires. The Cruiserweight Championship. Keith, Mr. James can do the same for you. A shot at Cole Steele and the Intercontinental Championship. We keep all of our promises, let's run the EWI and SSN our way.
(Max throws the mic to Guy Grant as they turn and walk away.)
BS: Keith Rotten is now a member of HoA?
GM: Oh great like that's all we need. It's bad enough we've got a third wing party like Manifest Destiny running around here, but HoA? Someone get the anacid.
BS: The Motor City Maniacs did bring up a valid point though and it was to this extend. They don't care who they fight as long as they fight. Mystery or no mystery you can't deny the skill the MCM's have to offer.
GM: Speaking of which I would like to know who Waz Up has to face later on since you wanna bring up mystery opponents. I can't believe he made that challenge.
BS: Well apparently your boss Marcus Gottfried knows the answer to that one and, from what I understand, he'll make that announcement later tonight. Remember if Was Up wins then Hellfighter gets a shot at the World Champ and if Hellfighter wins then Waz gets the first shot. Then again if Waz takes the loss in any way then his wrestling career in the EWI is over!
GM: Well I can't wait, but I do have some news on this mystery guy. I have heard, from my informants, that he must be new to the scene cause I've never heard of Gabriel Poe.
BS: "Hmm ... neither have I. Oh wait ... I have just received word from in the back that Victoria McCave has caught up with 'HellFighter' who has just arrived to the arena."
GM: "HellFighter, don't fight MD tonight, your still not in good shape, and the brutal attack that you dished out on MD last week on Heatwave only made them mad. There is no shame in walking away. Let yourself time to heal."
BS: "First off I don't think he can hear you. Second, has an attack like that ever stopped Hellfighter before? You and I both know that HellFighter, no matter what condition he is to wrestle, he will be there regardless of his injuries."
GM: "Point taken. I hear where your coming from, but can I still not offer my own professional opinion? Victoria take it away."
BS: "Professional what? Hey, wait a minute, I am supposed to say that, Victoria take it away."
(The camera fades in to the back where Victoria McCave is standing next to HellFighter with the Shockwave backdrop logo behind them in the background. HellFighter is dressed in street clothes with his gym duffle bag on his shoulder who awaits to speak.)
VM: "Thank you Brett and Gerald. I am standing here with HellFighter who is getting set to take on one member of the Manifest Destiny Commando later on tonight. Now HellFighter, after the brutal beating your received from MD at Genesis, and the the retribution that you unleashed on MD the next week on Heatwave. Do you think that was enough? And also do you believe that you are completely 100% even after Genesis, considering the fact that you possibly received the worst of the beatings out of all of MD's list of victims?"
(As puts the mic to HellFighter's mouth for him to speak. He quickly listens to the crowd of fans all throughout the Keil Center. Most are cheering, and some are still booing him.)
HF: "EWI is finally in Missouri. Its not Kansas City, but its across the way, but it is still home. How are you doing St. Louis?!?!?!?!"
(The crowd responds excitedly in a huge crowd pop as HellFighter acknowledges them before he continues on.)
HF: "First order of business. Bass, I hope you are happy. Yo get a world title shot against Eddy Love tonight. Good luck, and God Bless. Just remember who helped you get that title shot. But its a bloody shame that you won't have the rest of the St. Louis Calab-O backing you up. Hey it goes to show that you screw over enough people that sooner or later they get tired of you and leave you. Hey you made the decision to screw them over, not me. Deal with it, live with it. But keep in mind that they didn't screw you over, and they still got title shots tonight. SO I guess that Genesis went onto show that it was all you. Enjoy your ego Bass, because next to the figment of your imagination, 'Mr. Steel', your ego is your only friend that you have. Enjoy it, because its a lonely road from here on out."
HF: "Now onto the real reason why I am here tonight. Manifest Destiny. (loud heel pop from the crowd as they boo MD furosiously.) MD, you beat Gemini, Evan Aho, Eddy Love, Rob Sampson, and finally myself. Well guess what girls? You didn't just start a war with one person, you started a war with an entire fed. Enjoy your short term joy because the rest will be you living in fear. This is war that no matter how many people you beat down, you won't win because the more people you beat down, the more they get pissed off. So when you first beat down Gemini, you already lost. every other person you beat down after that just dug you deeper and deeper into a very deep grave."
"Now of all the people that you beat down, its proably safeto say that you beat me down the most. Think about it, a baseball bat to the face. Followed by being strangled to NEAR death by a rope wrapped around my death. Even though I can only speculate, its safe to say that most likely Commando you were the one who wrapped the rope around my neck. Lone Wolf or Nemisis may of nailed me in the face with the bat, but I am certain that you were choking me. But of everything that you and your Manifest Destiny did to me that night, and it was hell, don't get me wrong. Of all of the stuff that you did, you forgot to do one little but very important detail. You forgot to check my vitals. You forgot to check to see if I was still breahing, and if I still had a pulse. You forgot to check to see if I was actually DEAD. I thought that you all would know this by know. The media has learned it, the fans knew it since day one, and hell even the other wrestlers back in the back even know this one little fact. But obviously you do not. You three and four morons forgot to make sure that I was indeed dead. The cardinal rule of thumb is never turn your back on HellFighter, not even for a moment. If you are going to attack me, you should have did it all. But as long as there was breath in this body, and a heartbeat in this chest. I will never go down to the likes of you. It also goes to show that you are not GOD...praise God that you are not because nobody would wanting to live on this planet if that were the case. They would be all gone. You try to take a life, well you failed to take mine, so now reckoning is coming."
"So Commando, Alan Tasker, it all started with you tonight. Don't be surprised if it doesn't end with you. This is far from over. You heard me say, 'you reap what you sow, and you will reap the whirlwind.' Well to me, tonight, the whirlwind wouldn't be enough. In fact its an understatement. The pain that I put you through tonight will make the beating that you did to me and everyone else seems like a catfight. Lets just say that after I am done with you, you will only wish that it was you that received the beatdown at Genesis. That is the kind of Hell that I will put you through. I am proof that not only does Hell exist, but it will be a whole new meaning to you after tonight, and all nights afterward. You made a side of me come out that even I never wanted to see. Its so bad that it scares even me to think of the things that I am capible of. We are all capible of evil, and I can be the chief of all sinners. The tyranny of evil men. Get ready Commando because like the pale horse of death spoken in Revolation, 'HellFighter is coming, and Hell is coming with him.' See you in the ring tonight, who comes out after that, I have no idea. I ain't a fortune teller. give my regards to Jimmy Hoffa, hope we can find something left over of you."
(HellFighter walks off to the locker room to get ready for his match. The camera zooms back onto Victoria McCave.)
VM: "Well, there you have it, even against advice from friends not to come tonight, Hellfighter shows up for retribution and more. Who will win this match between HellFighter and Commando. Tune in later on tonight to find out. Brett, Gerald, back to you."
(The camera fades off McCave and back onto Brett Sanders and Gerald Mcfarland sitting at the commentating table.)
GM: Well damn does anyone else wanna step up to the mic I swear!
BS: That is going to be one vicious match later on tonight. Manifest Destiny's impact was felt when they returned to the EWI at Genesis 2000, but Hellfighter returned the favor in Minneapolis. What is going to happen here tonight will be nothing short of exciting.
GM: Short. Isn't that what your wife said ...
BS: Don't even try to be funny.
GM: ... about your recnet paychecks? Why would you ... wait you didn't ... OH NO I would NEVER say that!
BS: Yeah right.
["School of Hard Knocks" by POD cues up and the audience jumps to its feet as if on cue, and looks towards the entrance way, where they are startled by a tremendous fireworks displays. As the smoke clears, one "Furious" Jesse Falcon steps out onto the stage at the top of the entrance ramp. He's wearing a black "Calibretto 13" Tshirt, sans sleeves, with blue jeans. He looks around at the cheering audience through red-lensed sunglasses. On top of his head is his ever-present black cowboy hat. Around his waist, of course, is the EWI/SSN Cruiserweight Title. He grins at the crowd and begins to strut down the ramp. He produces a microphone from his pocket as he rolls into the ring. He looks around the arena at the screaming fans and waits for his music to fade out before he begins to speak.]
FJF: Howdy people! Well, it looks like the big boys in the back have decided to give some idiot a shot at my title, huh? I mean, this guy, um... Oh, what's his name?
[Falcon puts a finger to his chin and acts as if he's thinking. Then with a look of fabricated surprise, he points a finger in the air in an "Egad! I've got it!" fashion.]
FJF: Deezee! Well, tell me ladies and gents, just WHO is this Deezee character? Why does he deserve a shot at my title? Why is he named Deezee? Is it because he spun around a lot as a kid and fell down because he was... ahem... dizzy? Or maybe his mother NAMED him Deezee! In which case, we pose the question... Why sick kind of mother would name her son Deezee?! In fact, I wonder just--
[Just then, Falcon's manager, Harry the midget runs down and hands a sheet of paper to Falcon. Falcon reads over it then holds up the paper for the audience to see.]
FJF: This is a copy of Deezee's biography from his personal file. Apparantly his real name is... Darnell Willis? Oh THAT makes sense! No wonder he goes by Deezee!
[Falcon cocks an eyebrow at the crowd, as if to say "Whatever."]
FJF: And he's from St. Louis, blah blah blah. Oh, and of COURSE, you all know that he's the tag team partner of Mr. Bass, another man who's getting a title shot that he doesn't deserve tonight!
[The crowd gives Falcon a mixed reaction for that comment.]
FJF: Oh, c'mon! Now, I know what you're thinking and I'd like to see Eddy Love get his butt kicked just as much as the rest of you would, just like his beloved Clemson Tigers did in a certain BOWL about a week ago... But still he IS facing Bass and the only reason that Bass has got a title shot, the way I see it, is because he's been butt buddies with Hellfighter. But anyway... back to Deezee.... Why does THIS fella deserve a title shot? Why should he get a shot against the man who is arguably the Greatest Cruiserweight Champion of all time? I'll tell ya why. It's simple really. You see, this Deezee character, apparantly he made an open challenge to anyone who would accept. Well, no one accepted. So the big wigs that handle this sort of thing felt kinda sorry for the little guy so they decided to book him in a match against me! That way, at least they'd get decent ratings, right? I mean, sure they could have stuck him in a match with... the Tasmanian Tiger or someone, but most people would rather watch paint dry on growing grass before watching that pitiful excuse for a match. So they stuck him with me thinking that the general public -- you guys --
[The crowd pops.]
FJF: ... would tune in to see me carry his ass through a match. Also, you see, this guy might have some sort of hardcore tendencies and seeing as how Marcus Gottfried isn't exactly my best friend, well, maybe he's hoping that I'll get a chair upside my head. Eh eh. I don't think so. See, the bottom line is that it doesn't matter WHO Deezee is or WHY he's got a shot at the Cruiserweight gold. What matters is that Deezee is going to come down here and try and hold his own against me and it's just not gonna work. Because, I'm Jesse Falcon, dammit! Geez, I guess I seem pretty overconfident, don't I? Ah well, I have reason to be don't I? So c'mon out, Darnell! Come on down and get ready for the whoopin' of a lifetime, my friend! Right on, Harry?
[Dirty Harry looks up at Falcon and grabs the mic, speaking up for the first time tonight.]
DH: Right on.
[Falcon waits for DeeZee in the ring, while Harry rolls outside.]
Deezee jumps the gun and goes after the champion before the bell rings. He kicks away at Falcon as the referee frantically calls for the bell. Deezee whips Falcon to the ropes and takes him up for a press slam on the rebound. He slams Falcon to the mat and then works the crowd.
BS: Hometown favorite, Deezee, has a chance to take home some gold tonight and he's giving it his all right from the start!
The challenger drops an elbow but Falcon avoids it by rolling away. Both men get to their feet and Falcon unleashes a dropkick that sends Deezee staggering to the ropes. He clotheslines his opponent over the top rope and the crowd begins cheering him on. Falcon teases a springboard plancha but instead flips back into the ring. Deezee slides back into the ring and catches the champion with a fist to the midsection. He goes for a DDT, but Falcon backdrops his way out of it, with Deezee landing on his feet behind Falcon. He clotheslines Falcon from behind and then executes a belly-to-back suplex.
GM: Man, does Deezee want it or does he WANT IT?!
Deezee covers the champion but only gets two. He pulls Falcon to his feet and begins to deliver a series of Muay Thai knee shots and then sets himself for a standing side kick, but Falcon ducks it at the last moment and catches the challenger with a hurracanrana. Falcon goes for the pin and gets one from it. He whips Deezee to the corner and follows him with a front leg lariat. Deezee staggers out of the corner and Falcon dropkicks his left leg out from under him.
BS: What a move by the Cruiserweight champion!
GM: Bah! He got lucky.
BS: Whatever. He's going to work on the knee it looks like.
Falcon follows up with a shin breaker and then locks on a crucifix kneebar. Deezee fights the hold as the hometown fans cheer him on. Just as he's near the ropes, Falcon breaks the hold and pulls him back to the middle of the ring. He goes to lock in a figure four but Deezee rolls him up with a small package. The referee counts to two-and-a-half before Falcon kicks out. He stands up quickly and stomps on Deezee's injured knee to halt his offense.
BS: The champion has taken the challenger off his game and that could very well be a deciding factor in who wins this match.
Falcon locks on a single-leg Boston crab and the referee checks to see if Deezee wants to submit. Deezee fights the hold and struggles to get to the ropes. He finally manages to do so and Falcon breaks the hold. Deezee pulls himself up using the ropes and tells the champion to bring it on. Falcon charges and the challenger side-steps him at the last second, catching him in a rear waistlock and then taking him up and over with a release German suplex.
GM: See that? He goaded Falcon into coming after him and Falcon paid for it!
BS: The match isn't over yet, Garrett.
Deezee whips Falcon into the corner and follows in with a handspring elbow that the crowd pops huge for upon seeing. Falcon slumps in the corner as Deezee rolls out of the ring and begins to set up a table on the outside.
BS: What's going on here?
GM: I dunno, but it can't be good for Falcon.
Once the table is properly set, Deezee rolls back into the and stomps away at Falcon in the corner. He then pulls the champion and places him on the turnbuckle, facing the crowd. He steps out on the apron and then signals to the crowd, who come to their feet in anticipation of a big moment. Deezee scales the turnbuckles and then takes Falcon over with a hurracanrana, sending both men crashing through the table at ringside. The crowd bursts into a chant of, "Holy Sh*t...Holy Sh*t" as the two men lay lifeless on the floor.
BS: Good lord! Is Deezee insane?!
GM: That's no way to win the title. He easily took as much or more punishment as Falcon did!
Suddenly, the crowd begins to boo as none other than The Darkness makes his way out to ringside.
BS: What's he doing here?!
GM: Obviously he has an interest in this match.
The Darkness stands over the two men with a dark look on his face. Deezee begins to stir, but as he gets to his knees, Darkness grabs him by the back of the head and rams him into the guard rail face-first. Darkness then grabs the champion and throws him into the ring, causing the crowd to boo even louder.
BS: The Darkness has no business interrupting this great match!
GM: Uh, Sanders, I don't know if you noticed, but both men were out of it when he showed up. At least we're getting some kind of action going now.
BS: He still has no business here, Garrett!
Deezee begins to stir on the outside once again as Darkness pulls Falcon up into a standing head scissors in the ring. He pulls Falcon up for his Nightfall powerbomb and gets a running start but Falcon suddenly slides down Darkness' back to escape. Darkness spins around only to be caught with a boot to the midsection and is then DDT'd to the canvas. Falcon rolls him out of the ring and turns to see where the challenger is when suddenly Deezee slides in the ring behind him and nails a spinning heel kick to the back of his head.
BS: Deezee with a spinning heel kick to the back of the head! That's usually the beginning of the end!
GM: Yes! We're gonna have a new champion!
Deezee waits for Falcon to get to his feet and then charges from behind once he has. He tries for a hurricane DDT, but Falcon shoves him off at the last second and Deezee lands hard on the mat. Falcon quickly heads up top as Dee lies face-down on the canvas. The crowd cheers as he leaps off the top turnbuckle and nails a picture-perfect Fury Bomb. He rolls Deezee onto his back and then covers him, making sure to hook the far leg. The referee counts: one...two...three!
BS: Falcon's done it! Deezee gave it a valiant effort but it just wasn't enough!
GM: The Darkness is back in the ring!
[As Falcon celebrates his victory, The Darkness comes from behind and blasts him with a chair. Much to everyone's surprise, Deezee tries to aid him but is also bashed with the chair. Darkness throws the chair down and mocks the crowd as the boo him unmercifully. Referees and officials hit the ring to prevent anymore damage being done and Darkness rolls out of the ring as they check on the two competitors in the ring.]
BS: The Darkness seems to absolutely obsessed with making sure he's the man who wins the Cruiserweight title from Jesse Falcon.
GM: And he may very well do it. He's looked since his return.
BS: We'll soon see, I have no doubt of that. Folks we've got to cut to a break, but when ...
(As the camera cuts away from the announcer's table it opens up on the back in the parking lot area. A long stretch limo pulls up in front of the stadium in St. Louis. It pulls into the lot and comes to a gentle stop. The limo driver efficiently pops out of his door and opens the passenger side door. )
Limo Driver: We've arrived sir.
Gemini: Excellent, are you coming Erik?
(Erik Zieba steps out of the limo, resplendant in a metallic black silk suit. He finishes off a shot glass full of tequila and tosses the glass to the chaufeur. The chauffer snags the glass out of mid air and stashes it into his pocket. Erik smirks at the camera, a deeply mischevious smile on his face.)
Erik: (Directly at the camera.) Guess who's ba-ack!
Gemini: Erik... let us not keep the masses waiting. We have people to wow, wrestlers to confuse... Marcus Gottfried to mightily (BEEP) off.
Erik: Just because I'm not running the show doesn't mean I can't fine you for swearing.
Gemini: Actually, it does.
Erik: (Frowning.) This is not getting off to a harmonius start Gemini.
Gemini: Now, now Erik. We even went and got you a present. Enrico?
(The chauffeur driver moves to the trunk and opens it, he retrieves a large case and carries it back so that Gemini and Erik can examine it. Erik frowns first, then smiles.)
Erik: Is that ... Soju?
Gemini: Right from South Korea... does that cover the fine?
Erik: I'll call this a down payment... all right. Let's get this show on the road.
GM v/o: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHAT IS HE DOING HERE!!!
BS v/o: OH MY GOD! ZIEBA IS AT SHOCKWAVE! Folks we've got to go to a break, but don't you DARE go away!