(The Imperial March by Metallica and The San Fransico Symphony Orchestra plays as Cole Steele steps out and strolls down to the ring. Cole Steele is dressed in his wrestling attire and the Intercontinental Championship is draped over his right shoulder. Cole Steele gets in the ring and asks for a house mic. The crowd starts with the 'You Suck" Chant. Cole gets a mic.)

CS: Welcome all my beautiful fans. Well tonight the SSN has an added treat for you. I will compete in the ring this evening. I will be bring greatness to a team that might simply be the laughing stock of the EWI, while I get to show a couple old friends why I left their sorry group for the SSN, and I get to show a man that will never get a chance at the IC championship just why he's below my standards. For the masses that can't connect dot one to two. It's quite simple that I'm the mystery partner of Overdrive.

(Cole looks at into the crowd. for reaction.)

CS: First off, Overdrive, This doens't mean we're buds or that the SSN is interested. You see, I saw that you were in dire need of someone as special as myself. Someone that could actually make you a winner in this match. You two need to stay out of my way and let the professional do his work. Or I'll take your pathetic careers and serve em up the Motor City Maniacs on a silver platter.

(Crowd boos loudly)

CS: Now, Ripper and Max, Who would have thunk it? Finally you get an opprotunity to deal with the man that single handley brought HoA to it's knees. I see that you're trying to bring that dead horse back around? Come on is Apocalypse and Kevin Powers finally getting to you? Maybe it's those totally rad Thrill Killas. Is that it? You see, You can't replace the greatest wrestler in the history of the HoA with The Darkness. Whoa, That kid is kinda green, maybe you need to leave him out in the sun for a little while. Then you go and ask Keith Rotten to join? Don't make me laugh. The only thing that stinks worse that Keith's abilities is his body odor.

(Cole laughs it up in the ring as the crowd boos)

CS: This leaves me to you Keith. This is your opprotunity. This is your chance to feel the power of the Intercontinental Championship. I'm going to show you that you don't have the ability to wrestle with the best the SSN has to offer. Keith my man, I'd tell you to jump at the opprotunity that Rip and Max have offered you, I mean being part of HoA did wonders for my career, but now that I think about it, maybe leaving HoA did wonders for my career. Tonight, I show the wrestling world that even when I'm teamed up with a couple ham and eggers that I'm still the best the SSN has to offer.

(The Imperial March cues up and Cole Steele leaves the ring.)

GM: That is a true champion. That is Cole Steele. That is ... The People's Choice!

BS: Cole Steele has earned the right to be confident considering he is a two time Intercontinental Chapmion, but he'll be facing his old HoA team of The Motor City Maniacs along with Keith Rotten and they have been trading words as of late.

GM: But it's Cole Steele. He's earened the rep. Not every Johnny fly by night can step through those curtains at the top of the ramp and earn it like he has cause he's ....

Cue Up: 'Beautiful People' by Marilyn Manson

BS v/o: OH HERE WE GO! Gary Mac you were saying?

GM v/o: Ah shaddup!

(there is a thundering display of pyro, And Gemini strides out through the flames. Erik Zieba strides right out beside him, a small briefcase tucked under his arm and a wolfish grin on his face. )

GM: He's here! Erik Zieba is in the building!

BS: Gemini has brought in some backup tonight it seems... but to what end?

GM: It doesn't matter Brett... now that they've shown their faces Gottfried and SSN can get their hands on those two. They are going to be sorry that they showed their faces, that's for sure.

BS: We'll see Gary Mac, we'll see.

GM: I told you not to call me that! I swear I should just go directly to Gottfried about this....

(Gemini and Zieba roll into the ring... Erik gestures to the crowd in a pump up the volume gesture and the crowd responds with a thunderous roar. A pleased little smile crosses Eriks face... he gestures for the microphone and prepares to speak.)

Cue Up: 'Crazy Train' by Darkside.

(Marcus Gottfried storms out of the back area, closely followed by Tribal Instinct, Cole Steele, Sky Suicide and Eddy Love. He stomps out to the middle of the stage and angrily snatches a microphone from a nervous technician. He glares at the ring for a second, then speaks.)

Gottfried: Well, well... sooner or later, the rats always come out of their hole... fortunately, I always have an elite team of exterminators at my beck and call. (Gottfried motions to the SSN A-team behind him. They preen for the crowd which boo's them enthusiasticly.) Now... the only thing I really want to know right now, is this. Zieba, you alcoholic, you waste of space, you pathetic, washed up relic, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ARENA?

(Zieba smirks, then flips his briefcase to Gemini. Gemini grins and unzips the suitcase to produce a bottle and a rocks glass that he fills for Zieba. The crowd pops surprisingly for this as Gottfried steams onstage. Zieba smirks, takes a long pull off the glass, then finally gets back to Gottfried.)

Zieba: Gottfried, first of all, someone as ancient as you are shouldn't be calling people 'washed up relics'. Secondly, the only waste of space in this arena are the bozo's behind you. Third... as for calling me an alcoholic? HOW DARE YOU! Alcoholics go to meetings. I'm a straight up LUSH!

(The crowd pops once again for Zieba, Gemini is laughing so hard that he can barely stand. The A-team glare at the two men in the ring with ugly looks.)

Zieba: Now, as to why I am here Marcus, let me tell you why I have arrived tonight to add to your mounting misery...

Gottfried: You know what Zieba, I don't care. Beat these two idiots to a pulp and escort the drunk to the dumpster. NOW.

(The SSN A team starts to move down the ramp and abruptly Zieba freezes them in their tracks.)

Zieba: If ANY of you ungrateful bastards takes one more step towards myself or my client, you can consider yourself permanently in MY doghouse. And while this bastard may be running the show for now, (Points to Gottfried) do you really THINK, that it is going to last FOREVER?

(The SSN A team stands stock still on the ramp, muttering among themselves. They slowly retreat back towards a fuming Marcus Gottfried.)

Zieba: Now as for what I'm doing here Gottfried, here it is. My loyal and faithful client here, Gemini, has noticed a surprising tendancy by you to try and shank him. You've shanked him over matches, you've been late or forgotten about payments, you've done your best to run off one of my most hardworking and talented performers. But as per usual Marcus, just like your wife said last night, your best just hasn't been good enough, has it?

Gottfried: Don't you EVER talk about my wife!

Zieba: Shaddup captain Viagra! You brought this on yourself! If you hadn't tried to screw Gemini out of everything that he has EARNED, that he has worked for, I WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO SIGN UP TO BE HIS LEGAL ADVISOR NOW WOULD I?

(There is once again a massive explosion from the crowd as Zieba speaks. Gottfried turns a very pale shade of white, and stares open mouthed out at Zieba before he can speak again.)

Gottfried: You... you... you're Gemini's LEGAL ADVISOR?

Zieba: What's the matter Gottfried... your ears getting as weak as your talleywhacker? Yes, his LEGAL ADVISOR! And all that means! Which means that everything that Gemini has got coming to him that YOU have been denying will be rectified. You will deliver his back pay. You will deliver his bonuses. You will arrange for the first class transportation that you have been denying this man, and most importantley, IF ANY OF YOUR SSN LACKEYS LAYS ONE FINGER ON HIM OR MYSELF BEFORE HIS TITLE SHOT I WILL SUE YOU BACK INTO THE STONE AGE.

Gottfried: HOW THE HELL CAN YOU DO THIS!?!?!

Zieba: What? You haven't checked your history? You don't know how I took over the MWC and swiped the co-ownership from under Randy Harder's feet? MY GOD WAKE UP .... BIMBO!

Gottfried: You'll... you'll pay for this!

Zieba: I've been paying ever since I signed up with your ridiculous network. Now take your SSN lackeys to the back and go look into an impotence clinic because I'm tired of your act Gottfried...

Gottfried: I...

Zieba: CUT HIS MIKE FEED!

(Gottfried is abruptly silent... he starts ranting at a nearby technician, the technician merely shrugs.)

Zieba: That's right Marcel... you may run the show, BUT I STILL SIGN THE CHECKS! Now get your ass to the back... and Gottfried, IT'S BEEN YOUR PLEASURE!

(Gottfried throws the microphone at the ring, so furious he's spitting. Eddy Love restrains his boss and tries to calm him down and get him to the back. Erik watches the group leave with a satisfied look on his face, then abruptly shoves the microphone into Gemini's chest with a smirk.)

Zieba: Now get to work you slacker... I did my part. (Abruptly rolls out of the ring without spilling a drop of his drink.)

Gemini: Wow. And they call us crazy. (Crowd pop.) Now that our new legal advisor, Erik Zieba, is covering our butt. We guess that we should get back to the matter at hand. The match that we have tonight with one 'Tony Parish'. Now to be honest, we don't know Tony from a hole in the ground. We don't know where he's been, what he's done or what he's like. And you know what else? We don't care. You can be a champion in another federation, and it don't mean squat here. You can be a legend anywhere else, but in this federation, the EEE-DUBYA-EYE, it means zero. Because here, in this house, we take it one step farther. If you want to come out and duke with the big dogs, the EWI is where you want to be.

Gemini: Now Tony, you bring your butt down to this ring, because we want you to understand just what the EWI is all about. The EWI is not about your classic matchups. Nobody here is going to trade chickenwing takedowns with you. We don't care about a five count, we don't care about the referee's instructions and we don't care about you. Because you see young Tony, you're just one more body to throw on the pile of bodies that we've left behind us. We're going to break you into the EWI the hard way. And when we're done, when the referee raises our hand and they cart you off in the ambulance, you won't be a rookie in the EWi any more. You'll just be BROKEN.

Gemini: So bring it to the ring Tony, because we are just dying to tear someone... ANYONE... TO SHREDS!


Gemini vs Tony Parrish

6' 2', 245lbs. | 6' 3', 245lbs.

Purgatory | Warsaw, North Carolina

‘Beautiful People' - Marilyn Manson | 'Stellar' - Incubus


GM: I can't believe that Erik Zieba is out here with that freak. What is the world coming to?

BS: I don't know what you're talking about because I think this is GREAT! Gemini and Parrish are both in the ring now and the match has begun!

Parrish lashes out at Gemini with a clothesline attempt, but Gemini blocks it, grabbing Parrish's arm and turns it into an armbar cruicifix. He quickly lets go of Parrish and whips him into the ropes. Gemini nails a flying forearm smash on Parrish, sending him flying out of the ring.

GM: Oh this is off to a bad start. We're outside of the ring already!

Gemini grabs Parrish and slams him into the announce table, face first. He picks him up and DDTs him onto the concrete, before dropping an elbow across Parrish's throat for good measure. Gemini picks Parrish up and knees him in the stomach before tossing him onto the announce table.

GM: Oh no! Go away! Go away!

Gemini picks Parrish up and chokeslams him through the announce table, demolishing the table to mere fragments. Gemini then grabs Parrish by the neck and throws him into the ring.

GM: Look at Zieba's face! He's lovin' this!

BS: Well it's been a long time since he's been this close to the action!

Gemini starts to cover Parrish, but has second thoughts about it and opts to pick him up instead. He tosses him into the corner and follows it up with an elbow to the face in the corner. Gemini sets Parrish on the top turnbuckle and takes him on the long ride back to the canvas with a super snapmare. Gemini gets to the second rope and drops a leg across the abdomen of Parrish.

GM: This has gone on long enough! Parrish hasn't got two moves in edgewise!

Gemini pulls Parrish up by his hair and whips him into the ropes. Gemini goes for a clothesline, but Parrish ducks it and comes off the other ropes with a cross body block, knocking Gemini backwards, but not down. He goes into the ropes again as Gemini staggers and hits the two face with a viscious clothesline. Gemini still stays on his feet. Parrish goes into the ropes third time and this time nails a tornado DDT on Gemini, finally taking Gemini to the mat. Parrish covers, but barely gets a one count. He pulls Gemini up and kicks him in the stomach. Belly to back suplex from Parrish!

GM: About time he got some offense in there!

Gemini quickly recovers and gets to his feet, but Parrish has made his way to the top rope and delivers a splash on Gemini, but Gemini catches him in mid air and takes him down with a powerslam! Gemini pulls Parrish up but eats a fist, followed by a knee to the gut. Short arm clothesline by Parrish, but Gemini ducks it and delivers a brutal spine punch!

BS: Reverse DDT from Gemini! Followed by... Torquemada!

GM: Look who's here! It's Saul and 187!

Saul and 187 run to the ring, but do not get there in time to prevent Gemini from causing Tony Parrish to tap out from the pain set in by the Torquemada.

Winner: Gemini


Saul motions for 187 to go into the ring where Gemini stands in victory. 187 grabs Gemini by the throat and chokeslams him in the middle of the ring. On the outside of the ring, Tony Parrish quickly makes his way away from the melee and limps to the back locker room, passing Saul on the way. Saul runs down to the ring and clocks Zieba in the head from behind. Zieba falls onto the ring apron and looks up into the ring to see 187 picking Gemini up. He grabs Gemini by the neck in an attempt at a second chokeslam, but Gemini swiftly kicks him in the groin, causing the big galoot to double over in pain. Gemini then grabs 187 from behind, nails a spine punch and a reverse DDT and locks on the Torquemada on 187!

GM: Gemini! You big dummy!

BS: This is great! But... what's Gottfried doing!?

Marcus Gottfried runs down to the ring, being sure to steer clear of Erik Zieba, who is turning around to face Saul. Zieba, being a larger man than Saul, intimidates the lowly manager. Saul tries to punch Zieba again but Zieba ducks it and knees Saul in the stomach before turning into an uppercut, taking the SSN cronie out for good.

GM: No! Zieba! What does he think he's doing?!

BS: He's fighting for his company, that's what!

GM: His company?! HIS company!? I remember him LOSING control of it to SSN and Marcus Gottfried! Someone needs to get out here!

[On the ExtremeScreen, the camera catches up with Eddy Love, Sky Suicide, and Cole Steele running through the back hallways of the arena]

GM: Whoo! The calvary is on it's way!

[Eddy Love turns the corner first and runs straight into the chest of the "Ego Buster" Dan Ryan. He stumbles back as if he's just run into a brick wall.

EL: What do you think you're--

[As Suicide and Steele join Eddy, Eddy grins knowing that they've got Ryan out-numbered three-to-one. The smile fades from his face as Ash and Rob Sampson step behind Ryan.]

BS: It's the Inner Circle! The Inner Circle is stopping SSN from getting involved!!!

[Ryan shoves Love, knocking him into his teammates and Ash and Sampson grab Suicide and Steele, respectively. Sampson knocks Steele into the wall and Ryan punches Love, causing him to stumble back into a ShowStopper, which in turn knocks Love into the arms of a waiting Ryan who, delivers the Humily Bomb on Love. Sampson and Ash then turn to Suicide and deliver a double clothesline on the smaller man. Steele comes up from behind and smashes a chair over Ash's head, taking him to the ground. Sampson sees this and quickly moves in and delivers a DDT on Steele on the hard linoleum floor. Ash manages to get to his feet rather easily and says somehting undistiguishable to Ryan and Ryan grabs Sky Suicide and kicks him in the gut. He then pusheshim towards Ash, who catches him in the Burning Sensation. Ryan then turns his attention back to Eddy Love, who is finally getting to his feet. Ash turns the the screen.]

Ash: Turn off that f***ing camera.

[Ash turns away and the Inner Circle moves in on the SSN reps as the camera fades out.]

In the ring, Marcus Gottfried is screaming at Gemini, telling him to release 187. Gemini simply smiles a sadistic smile and keeps the hold locked on.

BS: Gottfried can scream all he wants and it isn't going to do a damn bit of good!

GM: Take the initiative, Marcus! Kick him in the teeth!

Gottfried moves in and shoves Gemini, but Gemini keeps the Torquemada locked onto a screaming 187. Marcus pulls a microphone from his suit jacket pocket.

MG: You let him go, you sons of bitches! This is my company, dammit! You WILL do what I say! Now, you release him before I'm forced to call secur--

The sound of the metal chair colliding with Gottfried's skull can barely be heard over the approving roar of the crowd as they see Erik Zieba standing behind Gottfried, chair in hand. He raises the chair in triumph and snatches the microphone from the ring where Gottfried dropped it.

EZ: You're company, Gottfried? You just opened one HELL of a can of worms!

Zieba drops the microphone and violently drops the chair onto the back of Marcus Gottfried and he and Gemini leave the ring with the members of SSN lying in waste.

BS: THE EWI HAS RETURNED FIRE IN THE FORM OF THE INNER CIRCLE, GEMINI, AND ERIK ZIEBA!

GM: THIS ... ISN'T ... POSSIBLE!

BS: Folks we've got to break away. Don't even THINK of chaning that dial!


(The camera opens up a shot of an unidentified UPS worker walking down the hall backstage. He looks down at his clipboard and makes a beeline toward Eddy Love's dressing room. He makes a few notes and checks on his paperwork and then knocks)

Delivery Man: "UPS Delivery for Mr. Eddy Love!!"

(A few moments pass before some movement and sounds can be heard from inside and the door slowly cracks open to the face of Eddy Love. Still trying to recover from an earlier assult, he looks at the delivery driver and tells him he'll accept the package. Love signs and takes it inside the door and shuts the door. The door is shut and a few moments pass before we hear loud breaking noises and cursing from Eddy Love just before he flings open the door and charges out into the hall.)

Eddy Love: "RYAN!!! You're a dead man, Ryan!!!"

(The camera shot fades out and goes right back to the announcers' table.)

GM: (shaking his head) Poor Eddy. This hasn't been his night. Attacked by damn near EVERYONE! Gottfried really needs to look at his security team and hire some new guns.

BS: Maybe Love will think twice about accepting packages.

GM: Hey the Unibomber is in jail so who would've thunk it!

BS: Coming up next folks is the much anticpated match featuring Overdrivew with Cole Steele and they'll be taking on The Motor City Maniacs with Keith Rotten.

GM: The reformation of the Harbingers of Apocalypse might look stronger, but strength is all they have. Brainwise they lost it ever since Cole Steele got smart and joined the most sucessful company in sports entertainment today.

BS: You are such a coporate butt kisser I swear.

GM: Sticks and stones will break my bones, but my paycheck will ALWAYS be bigger than yours.

BS: Oh real good are you gonna tell your mommie too?

GM: Let's just go to the match snappernuts!


Six Man Challenge

Overdrive w/ 'The People's Choice' Cole Steele vs. The Motor City Maniacs w/ 'The Clash' Keith Rotten

Combined Weight 687lbs | Combined Weight 793lbs

‘Another Brick in The Wall' - Pink Floyd / 'The Imperial March' - Metallica and the San Fransico Symphony Orchestra | 'Detroit Rock City' - Kiss / 'Anarchy in the U.K.' - The Sex Pistols


Whirlwind and Ripper Robertson start out for their respective teams, circling each other warily before Whirlwind darts in with a knife-edge chop to the chest of Robertson.

GM: Whoo! I heard that!

Robertson stumbles back slightly as Whirlwind goes for another chop, but Ripper catches his wrist and blasts him in the face with a back elbow, sending the Overdrive member sprawling to the mat. Whirlwind rolls to his feet, only to be caught by the throat by Ripper, and planted with a chokeslam.

BS: And Ripper Robertson is DOMINATING Whirlwind in the ring!

GM: What did you expect, Cole hasn’t been tagged in.

BS: Speaking of Cole...

Whirlwind crawls over to his corner, reaching out to Cole Steele for a tag. Cole looks down at Whirlwind’s outstretched hand and ‘accidentally’ slips off the apron, preventing any kind of tag.

BS: Okay, what the hell is this?

GM: Hey watch your mouth. Cole will tag in when he feels like it.

‘Special Delivery’ Sean Dayton reaches in, slapping the hand of his downed partner and enters the ring, tackling Ripper to the mat and following up with a series of right hands.

BS: And finally, Whirlwind makes the tag to his partner, no thanks to Cole Steele!

Dayton lifts Ripper up and goes for a Tombstone Piledriver, but Robertson rolls out, nailing a neckbreaker. Ripper walks over to his corner, tagging in Max Mayhem. Mayhem ascends the top turnbuckle and flies off with a split-leg moonsault onto the prone Dayton. Mayhem covers and the ref counts: 1...2..’Special Delivery’ kicks out.

BS: Close call for Overdrive and Steele, who’s STILL wandering around on the outside!

GM: He’s warming up, you idiot!

Max Mayhem lifts Sean Dayton up and plants him with a DDT, following up with a knee drop right on Dayton’s chest. Mayhem pulls Dayton up once more and leaves him standing, staggered as Max takes a few steps backward and charges in with a spear, but at the last second, Dayton reverses Mayhem’s momentum and turns it into a Falcon Arrow!

BS: Amazing counter by Sean Dayton!

Dayton looks to his corner, where Whirlwind is slumped against the ring post, breathing heavily, and Cole Steele is absently glancing around on the outside. Dayton shakes his head to himself and begins laying the boots to Mayhem, until Max reaches up and grabs Sean by the leg, throwing him to the ground.

GM: See! The Motor City Maniacs are tougher than nails, trust me!

Mayhem strides over to his corner and tags in Keith Rotten. Rotten steps into the ring, locking eyes with Cole Steele on the outside. Steele meets Rotten’s gaze and takes a few steps back as the crowd chants ‘TAG IN COLE!’. Dayton makes his way to his corner, looking to Steele. Cole carefully mounts the apron, and reaches down, tagging himself in as the crowd pops huge. Rotten stalks back and forth, never breaking his gaze from Steele. Cole reaches in for a collar and elbow tie-up, but Rotten kicks him in the stomach and DDTs him, much to the delight of the capacity crowd.

BS: Rotten is a top contender for Steele’s Intercontinental Title, and he knows it!

GM: More like he won’t SHUT UP about it!

Steele gets to his feet and stuns Rotten with a right hand before taking him down with a reverse leg sweep. Cole proceeds to lock on a side leg lock, Keith Rotten struggling against the hold.

GM: Cole’s got ‘im! This one’s over!

Rotten fights toward the ropes, but Steele pulls back, dragging him to the center of the ring. Cole screams for Rotten to tap, but Keith refuses. Eventually Cole gives up and gets to his feet, lifting Rotten to his feet and throwing him down with a vertical suplex. Cole signals to the crowd and climbs atop the turnbuckle and flies off with ‘The People’s Splash’!

BS: There goes Steele!

Cole flies toward Rotten, but Keith manages to get his knees up at just the right time, driving them right into Steele’s midsection. Rotten lifts Steele up and drops him with a spinning neckbreaker!

BS: That’s Punked Out! Rotten’s finisher!

GM: This can’t be good!

Instead of going for a cover, Rotten pulls Steele up and drags him over to his corner, yelling for Ripper to tag himself in. Robertson warily does so, entering the ring. Rotten then proceeds to drag Steele over to the other corner, tagging in Whirlwind. Rotten then jerks Steele out of the ring and starts brawling with him on the outside.

GM: What the hell is Rotten doing?!

BS: He’s giving Cole Steele a message!

As Rotten and Steele fight up the ramp and out of the ring, Whirlwind catching Robertson with a Russian Leg Sweep. Ripper gets to his feet, kneeing Whirlwind in the gut, following up with a backbreaker. Ripper signals for the Motor City Death Drop, lifting Whirlwind up into a powerbomb position, but all of a sudden, Bump Daddy J and Big Thrilla jump out of the crowd, chairs in hand.

BS: It’s the Thrill Killas!

GM: What are THEY doing here?

The ref is out of the ring, watching as Steele and Rotten battle up the ramp as The Thrill Killas sneak up on the Motor City Maniacs, blasting them both with the chairs. As they crumple to the mat, Bump Daddy and Thrill exchange high fives and run out of the ring, laughing like idiots. Whirlwind falls on top of Ripper, weakly covering him. The referee finally rolls back into the ring, just as the Thrill Killas exit and notices the cover. He counts: 1...2..3.

Winner: Overdrive w/ 'The People's Choice' Cole Steele


BS: OVERDRIVE WINS! OVERDRIVE WINS!

GM: But at what cost? Overdrive can thank two factors for winning this match. One for The Thrill Killas getting the best of the dimwitted duo known as The Motor City Maniacs and the other being the SMARTEST man today known as Cole Steele. His leadership lead them to victory.

BS: WHAT? He wasn't even in the ring!

GM: I saw the match. What were you watching?

BS: Well I know I saw one thing and that is The Thrill Killas getting the best of the MCM's and they are none too pleased! I'm sure we're gonna hear about this later on. Folks I'm being told that Waz Up is getting ready for his match and he has requested some interview time.

GM: He needs to find this Gabriel Poe and kick him down to the ground. Up's career is on the very line!

(Waz Up is setup for an interview with a really hot lady wearing what TrishStratus wears)

Interviewer: So what do you think about your match with the mystery man?

Waz Up: First, heres my room number. meet me later. second, I don't give a damn who it is. I don't care if its a new guy, or rumors say its Gemini. I don't know, or it could be Hellfighter. All I know is that I hope Hellfighter will back me up just in case of Manifest Destiny shows up to screw me. But I have a surprise of my own. I have a guy that has been my friend for generations. He wont come out unless Manifest comes out.and that's all I have to say. so whoever the mystery man is, just come and bring it. and ill be seeing you later to the interviewer.

Interviewer: (puts her pinkie finger on her tooth and gives Waz Up a paper and says) "Don't be shy, call me."

GM v/o: That man is such a stud!

BS v/o: You've got to be kidding. Folks we'll be right back!


(As the scene opens back up from break, Eddy Love is seen walking up to Dan Ryan's dressing room and begins to bang on his door furiously)

Eddy Love: "Ryan!! Show your face! I know you're in there!!"

(Love loses his patience and turns the knob, expecting it to be locked, but finds it strangely unlocked.)

Eddy Love: "Ryan, who the hell do you think you...."

(Love cuts himself short as he walks into the dressing room, leaving the cameraman in the hallway looking in. He looks and sees Kin Hiroshi, Cole Steele and Tribal Instinct all sitting with their backs against the wall, bound and gagged)

Eddy Love: "What the???...." (something flashes across Love's face) "...Oh shh.."

(This time Love is cut off by an unknown assailant flying across the scene and bashing Love in the side of the head sending both men to the left and out of view of the camera. From the opposite side, a widely grinning Dan Ryan steps into the doorway, grins evilly at the cameraman and slams the door in his face.)

(The scene switches back to the announcers' table.)

GM: AGAIN? AGAIN? DAMN THERE HAS TO BE A LAW! Where the hell is security when you need them?

BS: I really don't know and I really don't care cause Love deserves everything he is getting.

GM: YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

[Limp Bizkit’s "Break Stuff" hits the speakers and the crowd jumps to its feet as the Personification of Extreme himself, Ash steps out onto the stage at the top of the arena’s entrance ramp. He looks out across the crowd, unsmiling. His face shows no emotion whatsoever as he makes his way to the ring. Halfway down the ramp he pulls a cigarette from his pocket and lights it. He strolls over near the announcers’ booth and looks at the timekeeper with a small grin growing on his face. He grabs the small, dark-headed man and tosses him out of his chair. Ash grabs the chair, folds it, and grabs a microphone before stepping over the ropes into the ring.]

Ash: It’s been a long time since I’ve had a title around my waist. Not since the Meltdown Pay Per View when Evan Aho took my TV Title have I had any gold. Well… THAT is about to change.

[Ash paces the ring, in a manner that shows that he has built up energy that he is dying to get out somehow.]

A: Eddy Love. It’s come down to you and me, bub. Do you honestly think that you’re going to have a chance in hell of beating both Rob Sampson AND me? If so then you MUST be kidding yourself. When this goes down. When it all comes to a screeching halt, you’ll be WISHING that you’d never heard of the man called Ash. You see, Ed, when we get in that ring, there’s no guarantee that the match will STAY in that ring. Now, I’ve proven it on many occasions that I CAN wrestle in the ring. I CAN perform all of the technical mumbo jumbo that you pride yourself on. I proved it once more last week at Heatwave when I faced Rob. But, the thing is, Ed… The thing is, I’d rather take this s*** OUTside of the ring. I’d rather grab you by that hideous mop on top of your head, and toss you out of the ring so that I can BEAT the living HELL out of you. I want to slam your mug into a steel ring post. I want to bury you beneath a set of ring steps…. All for the satisfaction of seeing you BLEED.

[The fans cheer at the thought of blood being drawn from the head of Eddy Love.]

A: You hear these people, Ed? Do you think they’re cheering for ME because they LIKE me? Anyone with a brain knows that’s not true. They’re cheering because they know what I’m capable of doing to YOU. They know the pain that I’m able to put you through… the pain that I WILL put you through. Dan Ryan pointed this out. These same people that cheer for me every week here are also booing me out of the building over in the NthWA. I’m sure you’ve all noticed that Commissioner Chad Dupree hasn’t shown his face on television in a while. Well, that’s because after what we did to him… well, he probably doesn’t have much of a face left to show.

[A sadistic, frightening grin comes over Ash’s face. He sets the chair that he still wields down in the ring.]

A: And Ed… I hate you a LOT more than I hated Dupree. Just imagine…

[Ash cracks his knuckles, causing some audience members to cringe.]

A: … Just imagine what I’ll do to you. You want to know why people like ME and Dan Ryan and Rob Sampson have been called upon to fight for the EWI? We’re three men who have been utterly HATED by fans in the past, but now we’re fighting for the very thing that the fans LOVE. Do you know why that is, Ed? Do you know why Erik Zieba…

[The fans pop at the sound of the former owner.]

A: … asked us to join him and help him fight against Marcus Gottfried? It’s not because he knew that the fans would love us. No, far from it. It’s because he knew that we were three of the baddest, toughest motherf***ers in this business. And he knew that we’d do everything in our power to assure that we’ll be able to beat the living hell out of YOU or any other SSN cronie in any way imaginable. And he knew that we wouldn’t stop until we knew that you weren’t going to be able to stand up to take more. All in all, he knew that we would HURT you. And when you and I step into that ring with the Federation Title on the line, Ed, rest assured… that’s EXACTLY what’s going to happen.

[Ash grabs the chair and wields it in one hand as if he were a child holding a baseball bat.]

A: And as for you… Marcus Gottfried…. I know that you’re probably rackin’ your brain tryin’ to think of some way to screw me out of this title. Well, go for it, Mark. Throw everything you’ve got at me. ‘Coz when you do, it’s gonna make my victory THAT much sweeter. And it’s gonna make you feel like s*** knowing that you’ve done everything that you can to keep me from being the Federation champion. But, if you by some chance choose to use lawyers and behind the scenes politics or some other bulls*** way to screw me out of this title, then you can rest assured that I’ll be coming after YOU, Marcus Gottfried. This title… this is very important to me. For the last few months, the Federation has been the most highly recognized title in this company thanks to idiots like Hellfighter holding the World Title. But when you’ve got two men with the caliber of Rob Sampson and Eddy Love fighting over the Federation Title… Well, it just makes it seem that much more important. And now, I finally have a chance at this title and I’m NOT going to let you take that away from me. And if you try…

[Ash stares straight into the camera, knowing that back in his office, Marcus Gottfried is watching. And Ash wants Gottfried to feel as if he’s looking him straight in the eyes.]

A: If you try, Gottfried, then so help me God, I will hunt you down like the dog that you are. I will hunt you down and I will show you first hand why they call ME the Personification of Extreme. Marcus Gottfried, consider your days numbered.

[Ash tosses the mic to the ground and grabs the chair and walks to the back at a steady pace, eyes straight ahead, determined, as "Break Stuff" plays once again.]

GM: All of a sudden I'm not feeling so good.

BS: I'm willing to bet that Love isn't feeling that good either. He has the Extreme World and Federation titles so that OBVIOUSLY makes him a marked man!

GM: But ... he's a good man. Not like that crew of The Inner Circle. All they are is trouble.

BS: Needless to say Ash has laid down the challenge and it's not looking good for one Mr. Love. Folks coming up next we've got Tag Team God on the line as the EWI AND SSN champions ..

GM: HAD to get that in didn't you?

BS: The Mechanical Animals take on Insane Pain.

GM: Six months ago people would've laughted if Insane Pain got a title shot, but with their recent wins over tag teams to include the former two time champions Simply Stunning they've earned their right. And if you ask me I hope they mop the floor with Angelus and Ruiner!

BS: That's why we're not asking you. Folks let's go to the ring!

GM: Ungrateful Son-of-a .......


For the EWI / SSN Tag Team Titles

The Mechanical Animals vs Insane Pain

Combined Weight 490lbs | Combined Weight 875lbs

Junon | St. Louis, Missouri

'Wish' - Nine Inch Nails | ‘Judgement Night' - Onyx and Biohazzard


(The light's in the arena dim as Marilyn Manson's "Fight Song" cues up. The camera cuts to the EWITron showing the MA video. The camera slowly pans away from the EWITron and as the lyrics "I'm not a Slave to a God that Doesn't Exist, I'm not a Slave to a World that Doesn't Give a Shit" kick in pyro blasts erupt all the way down the ramp. As the smoke clears the camera cuts to the top of the ramp where Angelus, Ruiner, and Jessica are standing Angelus is doing his usual Crucifix pose, Jessica's beside him with her hand's on her hips, and Ruiner's kneeled down on one knee calmly looking around. Ruiner's wearing a longsleeve black fishnet shirt, hose on his arms, a black nylon cargo's. Angelus on the other hand isn't wearing his wrestling attire. Instead he's wearing worn out black jeans, a black NIN T-Shirt, chain wallet, and engineer boots. Jessica's wearing her usual entrance attire. After a moment the three make there way down the ailse. Ruiner's running and Angelus and Jessica are walking at a leisurely pace. Ruiner goes to the second rope and does the crucifix sign as Angelus and Jessica enter the ring. Angelus hoists himself up onto on of the turnbuckle's in MA's corner and just sits. Jessica stands diagnolly from him. Ruiner walks over to Angelus and asks something that the camera doesn't pick up. The bell then rings and as soon as it does Dust For Life's "Step Into The Light" cues up as Vadagar comes out accompanied by a fairly large number of Angelus' Junon "backup". Angelus cocks a sly grin as the ring suddenly get's surounded by the enterage. Angelus then calls for a mic.)

Angelus: Now, no matter what happens you men are not to move! If someone comes out, attempts an attack, and runs away do not give chase. Your main concern is guarding this ring! No one get's through! If Gottfried attempts to have security remove you stand your ground, you have license to be here. Do NOT let them convince you otherwise!

(Angelus tosses the mic to Vadagar.)

Vadagar: You absolutely have my word we will not move......sir.

(Vadagar cracks a wicked smile as the match starts.)

‘Judgment Night’ by Onyx and Biohazzard cues up as Insane Pain make their way to the ring, warily passing through the sea of guards on the outside and into the ring. Ruiner starts out for the Mechanical Animals and Tommy Payne for Insane Pain as the bell rings and Payne lumbers toward the much smaller Ruiner.

BS: There’s a definate size advantage here for Insane Pain, as they outweigh the Animals by several hundred pounds.

Tommy reaches forward for a lock-up, but Ruiner dropkicks Payne in the knee, staggering the giant. The MA member ducks behind Payne and has to reach way up to drop him with a reverse DDT.

GM: I’m surprised Ruiner could reach that high!

BS: Well, Payne’s size advantage doesn’t mean anything on the ground!

Ruiner does his best to lock on a figure-four leglock, but Payne powers out of it, nailing the staggering Ruiner with a vicious chokeslam that shakes the ring. Payne angrily shakes out his leg, then tags in Justin Sane who screams like a madman and rushes into the ring, stomping hard on the fallen Ruiner before dropping a massive elbow right across his throat.

GM: Damn!

BS: Justin Sane has just gone insane!

GM: And I bet you thought that was clever, didn’t you?

BS: Silence mortal.

GM: Hey! That’s my line!

Sane jerks Ruiner up by the hair and lifts him high into the air as flashes from the crowd go off. Ten seconds later, Sane presses Ruiner ten feet in the air, watching as he slams against the mat, bouncing almost half the height he fell.

BS: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!

GM: Whoa there tiger, I think he’ll live.

Sane whips Ruiner to the ropes, looking to catch him with a clothesline on the way back, but Ruiner ducks under and nails a low blow that the ref couldn’t see due to Sane’s large size. Ruiner stumbles to the MA corner as Sane staggers around, Ruiner slapping hands with Angelus who runs into the ring, taking Sane down with a running shoulder block.

GM: Cheaters! This match is over!

BS: The ref didn’t see it, Garrett.

GM: It doesn’t MATTER! I...

BS: ...saw it, right, we all know.

As Angelus drills the now standing Sane with rights and left hands, Ruiner grabs the referee by the arm, complaining about an arm injury while Angelus slides a crowbar out of his sleeve and blasts Sane in the face with it, sending the big man to the ground.

GM: What the crap is this?

Angelus tosses the crowbar out of the ring to a waiting guard as the ref turns back around. Angelus offers only a shrug before covering the fallen Sane. The ref counts..1...2..Tommy Payne rushes in, breaking up the three count.

BS: Close call for Insane Pain.

Angelus hefts the massive Justin Sane to his feet, looking for a piledriver, but Sane stands up, sending Angelus sprawling to the mat. Justin stumbles into his corner, tagging in Tommy Payne, who comes off the TOP ROPE with a flying leg drop that nearly breaks the ring in two!

BS: I don’t BELIEVE IT!

GM: Holy flock!

BS: Angelus is DEAD!

Payne covers the unmoving Angelus as the ref drops down the mat. He counts: 1...2...and at 2 and 9/10ths, Ruiner leaps into the ring, breaking up the three count.

BS: Ladies and Gentlemen, Insane Pain were just a hair’s breadth from becoming the NEW tag team champions!

Payne stomps around the ring angrily shoving Ruiner out of the ring. He turns around only to be caught by Angelus’s Angel’s Touch maneuver (Evenflow)! Ruiner climbs onto the turnbuckle, doing a crucifix pose before flying off with a beautiful senton bomb!

BS: Speed of Pain! Speed of Pain!

GM: Noo!

Angelus makes the cover, but the three count is academic afterward.

Winner: The Mechanical Animals (Retain the EWI / SSN Tag Team Titles)


BS: And the Mechanical Animals retain their titles after a HELL of a match.

GM: Insane Pain was SO close!

Payne and Sane make their way to the back as Vadagar and five soldiers enter the ring. Angelus walks up to Vadagar, the two exchanging quiet words, both nodding back and forth. Unbeknownst to Angelus, the soldiers sneak behind him and nail him with their nightsticks, beating him mercilessly. Ruiner gets to his feet and rushes them, only to be thrown out of the ring into the group of other soldiers where he too is beaten. Angelus crumples to the mat from the beating, the soldiers still not letting up. ExE appears at the top of the ramp way, running down to help Angelus, but is cut off by the guards and receives the same fate. The camera cuts back to the ring where Angelus has been handcuffed to the turnbuckles. Ruiner and ExE are handcuffed to two other ring corners. Jessica is outside the ring, behind held roughly by one of the soldiers, nightstick across her throat. Vadagar produces a tazer from his pocket, turning it on and jamming it into Angelus’ chest, electrocuting him. A soldier tosses in a duffel bag to Vadagar, who empties it in the ring, spilling all manner of weaponry. Vadagar selects a pair of brass knuckles.

BS: This is disgusting!

GM: I hate the MA personally, but Mr. Gottfried! Do something about this!

Vadagar slips the brass knucks on and drills Angelus in the face over and over, until he is a bloody mess. Angelus is barely conscious. Vadagar picks up a shiny metal scalpel that had fallen from the bag. He gets close to Angelus, but then produces a microphone from his back pocket.

Vadagar: *screaming* Do you still not remember me Angelus!? Maybe I should carve into your skull a bit, maybe that will refresh you're memory! Or.......

Vadagar yells something to the guard holding Jessica as he releases her. She runs into the ring and over to Angelus. She's extremely upset. She begins crying as she try's to get Angelus to fully come to.

Vadagar: Aw, how f***ing cute!

Vadagar grabs Jessica by the hair and stands her up in front of him as he places his blade to her cheek.

Vadagar: *in a low, calm, almost earily tone* Now Angelus, you once destroyed everything I held dear. Now I return the favor.

Vadagar slowly kisses Jessica, pressing the blade harder against her cheek. Suddenly, Reaver leaps out of the crowd, attempting to aid the MA. He almost makes it to the ring before he is beaten down by the soldiers on the outside.

BS: This is absolutely revolting! Why doesn’t anyone do anything?

GM: You wanna step in there, Sanders?

BS: ...

GM: That’s what I thought.

Angelus has managed to regain some strength and pulls against the cuffs, to no avail. After a few moments of struggling, he falls limp, and moves no more.

BS: This isn’t good...

Marcus Gottfried appears at the top of the ramp. He looks down at the ramp, smiling at the fallen Angelus. Then, on almost an afterthought, he signals behind him and a dozen armed policemen rush the ring. Vadagar shoves Jessica down and leaps out of the ring, running into the crowd, followed by the soldiers, followed by the armed police. Gottfried leads a team of EMTs to the ring, telling them to assist MA. They manage to free Angelus from the cuffs, who floats out of unconsciousness. Angelus, his eyes full of blood, rushes at Gottfried.

GM: What the hell is he doing?

BS: He thinks Gottfried is Vadagar!

GM: Who?

BS: Vadagar!

GM: Who?

BS: That guy who was beating up MA!

GM: Ohhh, that guy.

Angelus tackles Gottfried, laying into him with right hands. Tribal Instinct and Chris Lehew sprint in from backstage, rushing to their boss’s aid. Lehew grabs Angelus, holding him down as the Williams brothers help Marcus out of the ring. Lehew balls up a fist, about to strike the fallen Angelus, but then shakes his head and lets him fall to the mat, rolling out of the ring and following his comrades.

BS: Am I seeing things or did Chris Lehew just give up an opportunity to cheap shot Angelus?

Ruiner, ExE, and Reaver are all free now as they move to Angelus, trying to calm him down. Angelus grabs a nightstick dropped by a soldier and slams ExE in the face with it, then Reaver. The EMTs all back away as the MA try to talk some sense into Angelus. Jessica approaches Angelus, trying to talk to him. Angelus grabs a nearby chair and swings it at her, but Ruiner dives at her, knocking her out of the way. VP McCarver runs out to the ramp, flanked by Hellfighter and Tony Parrish, who he sends into the ring to help MA. Parrish, Hellfighter, Ruiner, Reaver, and ExE all hold Angelus down until he finally calms down and they all leave the ring.

BS: We've got a situation in the ring! Folks we've got to go to a break so don't go away!


(As the music is in the background from the winner of the last match an interviewer is waiting for Waz Up)

(Waz Up along with the hot interviewer that is wearing another ensemble that Trish Stratus would wear. He walks to the interviewer and says, "Are we gonna do this or not.")

Interviewer: Rumors have been spreading like crazy that the mystery opponent is your friend Gemini.

Waz Up: Well, if it is Gemini, Im just gonna have to kick his a$$! And Manifest dont forget that i my friend has arrived and is in my locker-room. and just to make sure he doesn't get attacked, policemen with tazers are standing right outside of my locker-room to insure it.

Interviewer: Who is your mystery friend?

Waz Up: If i told you, or anyone it wouldn't be a secret, would it?

interviewer: (studering) I, I, I gu, e, ess no, t

Hellfighter: (comes from the ExtremeScreen, limping, and says to Waz Up) "Hey Waz Up! Your music's on. i think its time for your match."

(Waz Up's new music goes on and he leaves the interview and heads to the ring with the hot interviewer and Hellfighter)

(Waz Up is swinging his arm's back and forth getting pumped up)

interviewer: Looks like Waz Up is real focused and pumped up. He's also not stuipid heading into this match with a mystery body guard.Back to you Brett.

GM: Well he looks ready. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that Waz Up will win his match no matter WHO signed the contract?

BS: Really?

GM: As a matter of fact I'm gonna make that my five star battle of the mat number one pick of the night.

BS: Oh somebody call my bookie cause now I know who to bet on.

GM: About time you listened to me.

BS: Oh I am so I'm gonna bet on the OTHER guy!

GM: You are SO not right!

BS: Folks. Up next we've got The Darkness of HoA taking on Toshiro Somekawa. Both of these wrestlers are aiming for a shot at the Cruiserweight title and the winner here, in my mind, should be the number one contender.

GM: No doubt about that Brett. I'm gonna make this match my ...

BS: Oh shaddup. Let's go to the ring.

GM: You talk to your mother with that rude mouth?


The Darkness vs Toshiro Somekawa

6' 0', 200lbs. | 5' 10', 228lbs.

Parts Unknown | Akihabara, Japan

'Mudshovel' - Staind | 'Take It' - Insane Clown Posse.


GM: It's hard to choose a winner for this next match! These are two of my favorites right here! We've got the HOA's own, Darkness, taking on that buzzsaw himself, Toshiro Somekawa!

BS: Well, if you HAD to choose a winner, who would it be?

GM: Eddy Love! All the way!

BS: Eddy Love isn't... Oh nevermind. The ref is calling for the bell and we've got a match!

Somekawa strikes first with a brutal knife-edge chop that sends shivers through the crowd. He connects again with three more, working the Darkness back into the corner. Somekawa whips Darkness towards the opposing corner, but the move is reversed and Somekawa's back slams into the turnbuckle. Darkness charges and goes for a spear, but Somekawa thrusts himself into the air and the Darkness connects with nothing but steel post. He stumbles back, holding his shoulder in pain and is caught in a snapmare takedown from Somekawa.

BS: Toshiro Somekawa has been dominating for the most part of this match so far!

GM: The match has only been going for a minute and half!

Somekawa begins choking The Darkness on the ground, before the referee puts a stop to it. Somekawa does, but quickly locks on an inverted facelock surfboard on The Darkness, whose screams of pain can be clearly heard. After a few moments of torment, The Darkness is released by Somekawa. Somekawa pulls him to his feet and delivers a lightning quick snap suplex. Just as quickly, he pulls the Darkness back up and attempts a second snap suplex, but the Darkness blocks it and turns it into a powerbomb! Somekawa quickly bounds to his feet but the Darkness reintroduces him to the mat with a lethal clothesline!

BS: What a burst of adrenaline from The Darkness! Where did that come from!

GM: He's channelling the spirits of the great--

BS: Oh shut up!

GM: Did you just tell me to--

BS: Yes. Now do it.

The Darkness waits for Somekawa to get up and quickly dropkicks him, sending him over the ropes to the floor below. The Darkness smiles and slides out of the ring.

GM: Now THIS is his kinda game!

BS: Toshiro Somekawa is in for some trouble now!

The Darkness grabs Somekawa and tosses him into the ringsteps. Somekawa holds his back in pain as he's met with another dropkick from The Darkness! The Darkness quickly moves in and slams the face of Somekawa into the security barrier. Somekawa's head bounces back and blood is visible emitting from a laceration on his forehead. The Darkness sees the blood and seems to become even more enthralled. He quickly moves in on Somekawa with a punch to the forehead, further aggrevating the wound. He connects with another and delivers a spinning heel kick. But Somekawa catches Darkness' foot and turns the move into a crucifix kneebar! The Darkness howls in pain as Somekawa keeps the move locked in. He then lets go and waits on the Darkness to get up. The Darkness has a hard time standing due to the damage to his knee. By the time he gets up and turns around, Somekawa is ready and waiting with a swinging neckbreaker. Kneebreaker by Somekawa!

BS: Somekawa climbs the apron and goes up top... Moonsault by Somekawa onto the concrete! Both men are down!

Somekawa stirrs first and pulls The Darkness up. He whips the Darkness into the ringpost and as he bounces back off of it, the Darkness is caught in a release German suplex from Somekawa!

GM: These men are going to kill each other fighting on the concrete like this! What would Mr. Gottfried say!?

The Darkness gets to his knees and Somekawa decides to help him all the way to his feet. He grabs Darkness' hair and starts to pull him up, but is stopped short when he's met with a low blow from The Darkness! The Darkness gets up and delivers a DDT on Somekawa! The Darkness wipes a hand across his nose and realizes that he's bleeding as a result of his earlier confrontation with the ring post. With Somekawa down and seemingly out of it, The Darkness stumbles under the ring, visibly exhausted, and pulls out a table. He sets it up at ringside and pulls Somekawa up. The Darkness sets Somekawa up and powerbombs him through the table!

BS: Good GOD!

GM: Powers is here!?

BS: What? Sheesh.

GM: What's the Darkness doing now?

The Darkness goes back under the ring and pulls out yet another table. He sets it up near the remains of the earlier table. He pulls the near-unconscious Toshiro Somekawa from the rubble of the table and sets him on the new table. The Darkness goes into the ring and climbs the turnbuckles.

BS: Oh, he's not...

GM: He is! Senton Bomb from the ring to the outside through a table!

BS: But there's nobody home! Somekawa rolls out of the way! For the second time in this match, both men are down! And neither seems to be so much as twitching!

GM: Um... maybe they're dead?

BS: Toshiro Somekawa somehow makes his way to his feet. How either of these men are standing right now is beyond me. Somekawa pulls The Darkness up and rolls him back into the ring where this match belongs. Somekaka lays across The Darkness as the ref counts! One! Two! Thr--

GM: The Darkness kicks out! How is he not dead!?

BS: Well, we all know how much he wants a shot at the Cruiserweight Title and the only one standing in his way right now is Toshiro Somekawa. After joining the HoA, this young man is bound to be motivated.

Somekawa looks at The Darkness with a bewildered look on his face. He pulls The Darkness up and whips him into the ropes. He catches the Darkness in a half-nelson and turns it into a suplex. The Darkness slowly gets to his feet, seemingly unaware of his surroundings, looking at the audience through a mask of crimson. Double Dragonscrew legwhip by Somekawa!

BS: This looks like it could be the end! Burning Dawn (scorpion deathlock) by Somekawa!

GM: Darkness gets the ropes!

BS: But Somekawa isn't letting go! The ref finally gets Somekawa to release the hold, but he's none too happy!

Somekawa turns to The Darkness and kicks him in the gut. He sets him up for a tombstone piledriver, but the Darkness turns it into a back drop. Somekawa, however, lands on his feet and shoves the Darkness into the ropes! The Darkness bounces back and ducks a clotheline from Somekawa. Somekawa turns to catch the Darkness on the rebound, but The Darkness springs off of the ropes with an Asai moonsault on the standing Somekawa, knocking him backwards into the ropes! He stumbles out of the ropes, into the waiting arms of The Darkness, who delivers the devastating NIGHTFALL!

BS: The Darkness covers! One! Two! Three! The Darkness wins it in a brutal battle!

Winner: The Darkness


GM: I knew he'd do it! After that attack on Falcon last week, I just knew that he'd do anything for a chance at that title!

BS: And he did do anything and everything for that title! He walks away from the match with a bloody face and a raised hand! Folks we've got to take a break, but when we return all the guessing will be over cause Waz Up will finally find out who signed the contract beause his match is NEXT!

GM: Oh man! WOO HOO!


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