{The scene opens with a shot of the backstage area an hour or so before Black Ice is to begin.  A limo pulls up to the arena and out step none other than Erik Zieba, Chad Dupree, and Les McCarver.  The three men are all dressed in casual attire, but Zieba has a black briefcase with him.}

EZ:  Time to take care of business.

CD:  It's been a long time coming.

EZ:  We're ready though.

LM:  It's gonna be different, but fun.

{Fade out as they enter the arena.}


(The Camera shows the backstage hallways of the Pepsi center.  The walls are white, with paint peeling off showing a slight ugly puke-green color.  The hall is pretty much empty besides two or three vending machines on the side and HellFighter standing in front of one, getting water.  The vending machine doesn't take his dollar, Hell fighter pounds the machine slightly, and tries to straighten the dollar out.  The machine finally takes his
dollar, and he grabs his water and begins to head down the hall.  Nemesis steps out of a doorway and into the hall, he gives Hellfighter a funny
look.)

Nemesis: ¿Que Pasa?  You cheap-shot taking prick.

(Hell fighter tries to speak but Nemesis shoves him back.)

Nemesis:  You should know not to F*** with me!

(Hell fighter tries to speak but again Nemesis shoves him.)

Nemesis:  B****

(Hellfighter goes to reply but Nemesis strikes him in the face with a right hand.  Suddenly the rest of the Nu Nation Revolution rush onto the scene and pull Nemesis off of him.  They try to get a few kicks and punches in on him but he evades them and heads back to the MD locker room.

Nemesis:  ANY OF YOU EVER TRY ANY STUNT LIKE THAT AGAIN I'LL F***** KILL YOU!

(Fade out.)


{Camera cuts to the parking lot as a black car pulls in. After the engine cuts out steps Angelus and Jessica. Angelus is wearing black pants, black boots, black shirt, black leather hip jacket, and black gloves. Jessica's wearing a white spagetthi strap top, pink dress, and white heels. The two make their way in. Angelus is looking quite "suspicious", even for himself.}


{The camera opens up in the backstage area, the area seems quiet, the occasional technician scampering by with a pile of equipment for the upcoming monster show. The caterer starts to stock up the backstage area with munchies for nervous wrestlers waiting for their cue. And off in the corner, speaking quietly into a phone, is Gemini.  He's a little hard to recognise, no makeup, no costume, dressed simply in blue jeans and a t-shirt. Still, it's hard to camoflage an arm that looks like it was ripped off of frankensteins monster. It's even harder to tone down his manic energy as Gemini whispers into the phone. It's not clear what he's saying at first, but as the camera sneaks closer Gemini's words slowly become audible.}

Gemini: ... the transfer was made into the account yesterday. Check it out, it should have cleared through by now.

Gemini pauses, fingers drumming anxiously.

Gemini: Uh- huh... perfect. So the plan is set? Everything is in place? Swell. We're glad you guys could pull this off.

{Gemini smirks, running his fingers through his hair in a motion full of nervous energy.}

Gemini: Well, yeah, we figured the way Eddy has been running his mouth lately that you'd jump at this. We can't wait to see the look on his face when you show him who he decided to mess with.

{Abruptly, Gemini throws his head back and emits a harsh, barking laugh. He struggles to regain his composure for a second, then speaks into the phone again.}

Gemini: Heh... heh... yeah... we ... we pity the fool too.

{Gemini hangs up the phone and turns around, a odd smirk on his face. It drops right off his face when he sees the camera. He scowls at the camera, then the smile returns after a second. He grabs a leather jacket off the chair and slides it over his shoulder. EWI's resident maniac gives the camera a nod, then walks away.}


{Tommy Pain is walking through the hallways of the arena when Blade comes out of room behind Pain.}

Blade: Excuse me, I'm a diversion.

Tommy Pain: What the?

{Pain doesn't finish when Storm comes up quickly and slams a metal chair hard over the back of Tommy Pain's head, knocking him to the ground. Storm then tosses the chair to Blade who starts slamming it hard over the head and shoulders of Pain as Storm sets up a table and then puts Tommy Pain on one and then Storm sets up another table on top of Pain as Blade quickly climbs up a nearby ladder and waits for Storm's signal.}

Storm: Do IT!

{Blade then hits a stomp from the top of the ladder through the first table which Blade's boots slam hard into the stomach of Tommy Pain which then forces Pain through the second table!! Blade then quickly grabs the steel chair as Storm grabs Pain's right hand and stretches the whole arm out as Blade places the chair around the hand of Pain and then gets in Pain's face.}

Blade: What the hell are you thinking? How can two punks just take me down like that? If you mess with the Mavericks, Pain, then this is what happens!!

{Storm then quickly stomps on the chair with Pain's hand inbetween the parts and Pain quickly recoils his hand as his face screws up in well..pain. Blade then grabs Pain's hair and yells in his face.}

Blade: Don't mess with me or my friends, otherwise I'll be forced to take your happy *** out of wrestling for good!!! If you even think about touching Celeste again, I'll break your neck, end of story...end of career!!

{The Mavericks then walk away as the camera fades out.}



Presented by Nag N' Bitch
Nothing Wakes You Up In The Morning Like A Bowl Of Nag N' Bitch!


{Fade in on the exterior of the Pepsi Center as the cameras pan the crowd for several moments.}

BS:  Welcome to Denver, Colorado!  Welcome to the Pepsi Center!  And welcome to BLACK ICE!

{Cameras pan to ringside where Brett Sanders and Garrett McFarland sit at the announce table.}

BS:  Hello, everyone, and welcome to the second-ever Black Ice!  I'm Brett Sanders and to my right is none other than Garrett McFarland.  What up, Gary Mac?

GM:  It's a big night with titles on the line, stipulations on the line, and maybe even careers on the line.  But one thing's for sure, and that's that none of these people will go home unhappy!

BS:  Well, we certainly hope not.  Alright, let's get this show underway with our first match of the night as Marc Robinson takes on Nightshade.


LAST MAN STANDING

"Freedom Fighter" Marc Robinson   vs.  Nightshade
6'6", 252 lbs.  |  6'8", 318 lbs.
Venice Beach, CA  |  Barberton, OH
"I'm Free" - Cream  |  "Psycho Circus" by KISS


(Que up: "I'm Free" By Cream as "Freedom Fighter" Marc Robinson walks out to a mixed chorus of cheers and boos from the Denver crowd.  Robinson, who is already dressed in his wrestling gear, has a puzzled look on his face, then continues on walking down proudly and dignified to the ring.  The mixed response from the crowd changes when his two lovely female valets, Angel and Devil make their way out to a huge deafening ovasion.  Angel continues to look all bashful and innocent while she walks behind Robinson to the ring.  Angel is wearing a elegant white satin evening gown with a slit riding up her leg.  She is modestly dressed, but her beautiful body still emerges out through the dress.  While Devil is wearing less than than.  You see Devil wearing a black trenchcoat with red high heel pumps.   Then Verne zips right passed all three of them dressed up like Robinson's oponant Nightshade.  He runs into the ring like the Ultimate Warrior, does a little hyper active routine, and then he runs over to the ring announcer and starts humping the announcer's leg.  The announcer tries to shake Verne off of his leg, but is having trouble, finally he flings him off.  Verne flies off, comes to his senses, and then holds the rope open for Robinson, Angel, and Devil.  Verne then starts humping Angel's leg.  Angel looks appauled and embarrassed at first, but then it changes to laughter.  She persuades Verne to get off her leg and he finally does.  Devil seductively walks over to Robinson.  She does a little dirty freak dance in front of him and then she walks up to him really close and whispers something into his ear, getting really close of course. Then she opens a part of her coat up and Robinson starts getting really happy all of sudden.  Angel just roles her eyes and shrugs her shoulders at Devil.  Verne gets really excited and runs over to start humping the turnbuckle.  Then Robinson whispers something back in Devil's ears, she complies and then she opens up her trench coat the rest of the way to reveal that she is wearing nothing but jewelry, necklaces, earrings, etc. These are the only things covering her up from being totally nude.  She goes over to the side of the ring flashing a side/direction of the audience.  The crowd erupts in a huge face pops each time.  When she gets to the side where Brett Sanders and Gerald McFarland are on, she poses for them for an extra long time.  Verne is getting extra excited by now and humps the turnbuckle even harder.  Robinson escorts the ladies and Verne from the ring, and pacing back and forth in the middle awaiting for his oponant Nightshade.)

BS: "I guess somethings will never die.  We are never going to get rid of the Naughty Frog and hump gimmick.  The ghost of the Naughty Frog gimmick has now found a new home in the form of Verne.  Oh well, but I have to admit though, that is an entrance.  That is what I call a birthday suit.  Your thoughts Gerald."

GM: (He just sits there speechless with a big grin ear to ear on his face.)

BS: "Thanks God, for the first time, he is speechless.  Thank You God.  Now lets get ready for Robinson's next oponant who is about to come out."

(Que up: Psycho Circus By Kiss as  Nightshade and his valet Amanda come out to a good fan pop from the crowd.  He starts to walk to the ring with a serious and determined look in his eyes, but then he starts chuckling at the midget Verne. However, his chuckling stops when he deadlocks back on Robinson and he now sprints to the ring sliding in where Robinson sees him and meets him halfway laying the boots on him with stomps and kicks.  The bells sounds to start the match.  The ring announcer saves himself by getting out of the ring as fast as he can.  Amanda catches up to the ring and starts cheering on Nightshade from the ringside.)

BS: "And here we go.  You can feel the tension from these two competitors right as soon as they locked eyes on each other."

GM: "Really?  I didn't notice.  I had my eyes on other things, but now where were we, oh yes NightShade and Marc Robinson...kick ass Seabass!"

BS: "Who the hell is Seabass?"

GM: "I don't know, who the hell is Verne?  I mean what kind of a name is Verne?"

BS: "Its okay, really its okay, now back to the match.  Robinson has pulled Nightshade up by the head and is laying some gruelling Canadian chops into NightShade.  The response of the corwd says it all.  I mean Chris Benoit would be envious of these chops to the chest as Robinson now backs Nightshade into the corner."

GM: "This is like pure vicious power from the man that really towers over Robinson, but wait Nightshade has fought through the chops and nails Robinson with a devastating heart punch. Oi the power from Nightshade."

BS: "This is a war between pure power from Nightshade, and brains from Marc Robinson.  Who knows who will win."

GM: "I know who will win, brains over muscle and power.  Lets see.  Nightshade can hit Robinson with all of these power moves, but if he is not watching what he is doing, and if he makes one little mistake, Robinson will catch it and capitalize on it, and that will cost Nightshade if he is not careful.  So I say that brains are more important than power anytime in this business."

BS: "Finally Mcfarland, a good analysis.  That was one of the most intelligent things that I have heard you say...trust me there aren't very many of them to talk about."

GM: "Thanks Brett...hey, that was not fair.  We'll talk about this later.  Now back to the match."

(Nightshade now has Robinson in the opposite corner nailing him with shots to the throat and chops in the chest of his own.  The crowd squeels in pain by each and every shot from Nightshade.  You can see the imprints of the chops form on Robinson's chest.  Nightshade tries to go for a short arm clothesline from hell, and connects with authority on Robinson.  Robinson goes down hard.  Trying to gasp for breath as he crawls over to the ropes pull himself back up. Robinson gets to the rope and starts to pull himself back to his feet.  Nightshade runs to the opposite rope to gain some momentum and tries for another clothesline.  He has so much momentum going into Robinson.  He connect with it but he makes Robinson go too much into the cage.  The collision from the clothesline into the cage actually caused Robinson to be busted open at the head.  Nightshade tried to add insult to injury and open Robinson up more by grading his head on the steel cage and he is not letting up.  Nightshade doesn't see that Verne has made a steel chair squeeze through underneath the cage and into the ring.  While Nightshade goes back to his corner and allows the ref to make the count.  The ref only gets to a count of four before Robinson gets back up and grabs the chair real quick to continue on in the match.)

BS: "With a little help from little Verne. It looks like he is bringing the weapons to Nightshade."

GM: "I told you Brett, brains over power any day.  I hate it when I'm right."

BS: "Robinson has that steel chair...what he throws it to Nightshade.  Nightshade catches it and immediately grinning at Robinson but Robinson nails him with a spinning heel kick immediately making that chair go right into Nightshade's head."

GM: "Nightshade is slowly getting back up.  Robinson is sizing him up, and comes back to nail Nightshade with an awesome running swinging neck breaker right back onto the steel chair.  Now Nightshade is starting to feel it.  I wander if he wants to give up now."

BS: "I wouldn't say that yet because Nightshade is still getting up after both of those two vicious offensive attacks from Robinson.  That has to say something about Nightshade.  You know what's funny, the fact that this is still early in the match, and its already this physical. "

(Nightshade attempts to stand up.  Robinson gets a running start bouncing off the ropes.  Nightshade drops down and Robinson goes over him to the next rope, on the second trip around.  Robinson attempts a running bulldog, and Nightshade reverses by ducking and catching Robinson with a overhead belly-to-belly throw suplex.)

GM: "Dear god, what a through, Nightshade is all jacked up now after that.  Its going back and forth.  Robinson got so much air time from that hellava belly-to-belly suplex."

BS: "Would you expect a match like this to come from two so-called midcarders?"

GM: "Not really, but then again, now you why EWI is the best out of everyone else out there."

(Nightshade runs over and hits an impromptu Arabian face buster on Robinson as fast as he can.  He then picks Robinson up in a suplex position.  He lifts him up.  He keeps him up in the air before he comes back down with a awesome brainbuster.  It looks like Robinson is dead, but he is not staying down still and Nightshade isn't letting up his assault yet.  As Robinson gets back up again trying to stay in this match.  Nightshade is waiting for him.  You can feel it coming.  Nightshade waits like a snake ready to strike.  As soon as he is in position, but not expecting it.  Nightshade nails Robinson with the most awesome neckbreaker you ever saw.   The ref goes to make his count, but Nightshade pushes the ref away and signals for the move.  He picks Robinson up, stick his head between his legs, bends down to pick him up, and then slams him down with a powerbomb with authority.  After that Nightshade just sits back and lets the ref start to make his count.  The ref starts to count.)

BS: "Dear god this is over, such power from Nightshade.  And you thought that brains were more than power, well that maybe the case, but when you are flatline it gets harder and harder to use that brain."

GM: "Hey its not over yet, he's still has a chance to get out of this.  The ref is still counting."

(As the ref makes his count, Devil hops up on the ring apron, and gets the ref attention.  The ref tells her to get off of the apron, but she gets too close.  She reaches through the cage and grabs his head and puts it way into her coat at the chest.  She is enjoying herself while she does it.)

GM: "Wooooo Hooooooo!!!!! Can you say Brrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiitttttttzzzzzzzsssssskkkkkiiiiiiiii??!?!?!"

BS: "You know, I actually wish I were that ref right about now."

GM: "Sander?  My god that came from you?  Whoa this is way to weird."

BS: "Did I say that?  I have been hanging around you way too long Mcfarland."

GM: "You make that sound like a bad thing, that's my boy, now back to the match."

BS: "Nightshade is trying to get the ref away from Devil so that he can continue the count.  Wait a minute, while all this is going on, are we missing someone here?"

GM: "Yeah your right, we are.  Where is...Verne?  Where are you you little S..."

BS: "Don't even think it."

(As Brett and gerald scale the ring, they find that Verne has somehow snuck into the ring and is putting something up Robinson's nose.  Its small and conceilable.  But it just perked Robinson right up.  Robinson just jumps up all jacked up like a hyped up Ultimate Warrior on PCP.  Amanda comes over and pulls Devil   the apron and gets in a verbal throwdown with her.  Devil lets go of the ref who has finally seen that Robinson is up, and orders the match to continue on.  Verne is already out of the ring again.  Amanda and Devil are arguing on the side, and then Amanda doubles up her fist and just clocks Devil knocking her down. Not a slap, but a punch.  Amanda's hand is hurting, but Devil is hurting more.  Angel comes over and gets in her face to try to reason with her for what she did, out of reflex, Amanda doubles up the other fist and clocks Angel too.  Now both Amanda's hands are hurting, but Angel and Devil are hurt more.  Verne gets all excited and runs over to hump Amanda's leg.  As Verne starts humping her leg, Amanda does a back hine kick low blow to Verne putting him in extreme pain.  She then goes back to  cheering on Nightshade is locked up with a newly jacked up Robinson.)

GM: "Dear me, who was that?  Which fight are we watching here, Robinson and Nightshade or Amanda verses Robinson's crew?  That was great."

BS: "Hey lets get back on this match.  Robinson is standing behind Nightshade.  Nightshade was destracted by what was going on with Amanda and everyone.  Robinson runs behind Nightshade locks up behind him around the waist and starts executing a rolling multiple german suplexes.  He hits about four of them on NightShade.  It seems like it was more than that though from Nightshade's prospective."

GM: "Now Robinson sends Nightshade to the ropes, and then picks him up and nails him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker."

BS: "He has now gotten on top of him and his just viciously pounding on Nightshade with punches from the mounted position.  He is not letting up...oh my god...Nightshade is busted open.  He has done it.  But Robinson isn't stopping.  He will not let up.  Its like Robinson snapped and he is totally different man now.  I can't even recognize him anymore, is it Marc Robinson?"

GM: "Shall I call an old priest and a young priest?"

BS: "You might have to Gerald.  This is like something from a movie."

GM: "The power of Christ compels you, the power of Christ compels you."

BS: "ALright that's enought of that."

GM: "What?  What I do?  Just trying to help marc out."

BS: "Robinson stands Nightshade up, and then lays into him a bonecrunching, face breaking superkicks right underneath the chin."

GM: "But what hurt worse?  The actually superkick or the thud when he hit the ground?"

BS: "Now Robinson is making the signal.  He picks up Nightshade and hits the 'FreeFall' (reverese DDT), then he picks up Nightshade again hits 3 more Free Falls for added measure."

GM: "Talk about your Jeckle and Hyde Syndrom, now I know what Hellfighter was going through all these weeks.  Robinson is this form is sadistic, is taking joy in this senseless acts of brute punishment.  Hellfighter I will never bad mouth you again."

BS: "The ref has finally pushed Robinson away from Nightshade so that he can make the count.  Robinson just sits and waits in the turnbuckle corner for the ref.  He has now went from smiling to laughing."

(The crowd counts with the ref.  Amanda tries her best to yell at Nightshade to get up, but Nightshade isn't able to comply.  Finally the ref gets to the last 3 digits, it almost looks like Nightshade is about to get up.  He is fighting to the very end but in the end it is two much for the ref finally sounds out...9...10.)

Winner: "Freedom Fighter" Marc Robinson

(As Robinson makes his way to the center of the ring, he steps on Nightshade's body while the ref holds up his hands and the announcer proclaims him as the winner.)

WINNER:  "Freedom Fighter" Marc Robinson


(As Cream's "I'm Free" ques up again.  Robinson makes his way out of the ring with Angel and Devil by his side.  Both of them are sporting nice little blackeyes, but Devil is gloating and boasting at Amanda anyway.  Verne, who was again chasing the ring announcer to hump him some more, is summoned by Robinson to come with them.  He complies.  The crew comes out to strike the cage and get ready for the next match.  Amanda has come into the ring to check and see if Nightshade is alright, he starts to come to and they start to make their way out of the ring to a huge ovasion from the crowd.  Nightshade complies by thanking the people with his hand.)

BS: "You hear that Gerald?  Even if he lost, Nightshade is still loved in this match.  He is still a winner."

GM: "Yeah but it is still not the same thing.  Second place is still the first loser."

BS: "Yeah yeah eah, just soak this in.  Its so neat that we are seeing sportmanship and repsect from the crowd toward the loser of the match."

GM: "I still rather see him win though.  This isn't the same. "

(An EMT has come down to escort Nightshade back to the back so that he can look at his wound, Nightshade just pushes him away.  Soon the members of Manifest Destiny come out and meet him half way and begin beating Nightshade down.  Amanda tries to reason with Commando but he just pushes her away  Finally she just falls on top of Nightshade and pleads to MD to stop attacking Nightshade.  They stop momentarily.  You can see the fear in Amanda's eyes.  Nightshade is unconscious from the pain bleeding more than he already was before.  They push the EMT out of the way who tries to help Nightshade again.  Commando runs over and grabs a mic from the announcers table and turns it on to speak.)

Commando: "So Nightshade, fratanizing with the enemy eh?  Want to see change in the EWI eh?  Well anybody who is a friend of the Nu Nation Revolution is an enemy of ours.  You have now been marked.  But we can wipe the slate clean.  All you need to do is end it all.  End the association with that fraud HellFighter and his friends the Heavy Metal Express.  If you want it than be my guest, but hell will seem like a reward after we are done with you."

LW: (takes the mic from Commando) "And after we are done with you Nightshade, I guess poor poor Amanda will needs some lovin long after the flies have died while flying over your rotted corpse.  We'll take good care of her for you."

(Soon the lights go out, and a single spotlight is show up in the upper balcony section of the Pepsi Center.  The crowd erupts in a huge face pop as you see Jimi Sinister and Ozzy McSarath of the Heavy Metal Express standing in the spotlight.  They have a mic in their hand.)

OM: "Hey pissants.  I thought that you would know by now that the Nu Nation Revolution never leaves a fallen man behind, and when he is in trouble guess who just showed up.  That's right.  Its not that out good friend Nightshade was frataniizng with the enemy is that he voluntarily decided to join in and for starters kick your sorry asses to hell and back.  So gentlemen, meet the newest member of the Nu Nation Revolution.  Nightshade and Amanda. Don't worry they have more courage than you three ever will."

JS: "Gentlemen, with everything that you have done to us, to my boy HellFighter.  You think that you would learn your lesson.  Your friend and borotha Kevin-9 learned this, the hard way, but he still learned it now why can't you learn it?   Call it a flare for the dramatic, but sooner or later you guys will learn that you should never...ever turn your back on Hellfighter."

(Right when the he says that, the lights come back on and Hellfighter comes out of no where and nails LoneWolf and Nemisis in a double crushing spear head tackle (running gun), knocking the two of them to the ground.  Then Hellfighter bounces right back up immediately and starts brawling with Commando on the entryway.  They are trading punches left and right.  Then members of the Mechanical Animals come out to help break up the fight and help HellFighter out.  Then while Angelus is fighting, Justin Sane and Tommy Payne of Insane Pain come out and start brawling and beating down Angelus.  The rest of MA is fighting off Insane Pain.  They are their own against the entire army of MA.  The rest of the St. Louis Calab-O come out to help Tommy and Justin.  Its a massive riot that has insued.  The SSN/EWI security and the Denver police department have come out to restore order from the battle royal on the outside.  HellFighter and Commando are yelling at each other while people are holding them back as the camera fades out for a break before the next match.)


BS: Well, things are off to a start already tonight and I have a feeling it'll only get worse.

GM: Yeah...don't ya love it?

BS: Love isn't quite the word I was searching for, no. What are your thoughts on our next match, Garrett?

GM: The Party Animals and Jamming Jimmy James verus Overdrive and JT Holiday? This has the potential to be a great match or a snore-fest.


SIX-MAN TAG

The Party Animals & "Jamming" Jimmy James vs. Overdrive & "Super Stud" JT Holiday
Combined Weight: 735 lbs. | Combined Weight: 698 lbs.


{A shrill guitar chord cuts through the mumuring crowd as The Party Animals strut out from backstage, Jamming Jimmy James wailing away on his guitar. After a few moments of rocking out at the top of the ramp, they stride down to the ring, pacing as James hands his guitar to an official.}

GM: Ow, my ears!

"Alive" by Beastie Boys cues up as "Super Stud" JT Holiday and Overdrive sprint down the ramp, rolling into the ring as a massive brawl ensues between all six men.

BS: And Holiday and Overdrive EXPLODE into the ring!

GM: Better call the janitor.

BS: Is everything I say fair game?

GM: Yes.

BS: (sigh)

The referee finally manages to get Overdrive and The Party Animals out of the ring, leaving Holiday and JJJ. They lock up, James getting the advantages as he nails a wrist clutch suplex, Holiday bouncing to his feet. James runs in for a lariat, but Holiday ducks and catches him with a facebuster. Holiday drops a leg across JJJ's back before walking over to his corner and tagging in "Special Delivery" Sean Dayton.

BS: Holiday makes the tag, and it looks like James could use one!

GM: No kidding.

Jamming Jimmy James is slowly getting to his feet as Dayton runs to the ropes, leaping off with a springboard missile dropkick that sends Jimmy flying out of the ring to the concrete outside.

GM: That's gonna hurt his strumming finger.

Dayton climbs the nearby turnbuckle, pausing briefly before leaping off with a body press to the outside!

BS: Holy moley!

GM: Holy mo-

BS: Don't even.

As the crowd pops for Dayton's risk-taking move, Holiday and Whirlwind are getting into a fist fight with Rocking Ray Rodgers and The Rock and Role Kid. Dayton gets to his feet on the outside, whipping Jimmy into the ring steps with a resounding thunk.

GM: Will somebody get this match under control?

Dayton jumps up onto the barricade, with Jimmy's head lying on the dented ring steps. Dayton leaps off, looking for a guillotine leg drop, but Jimmy rolls out of the way, Dayton connecting with the steel steps.

BS: Nobody's home!

Dayton writhes in pain as JJJ hoists him up and tosses him into the ring, following him as the ref reaches a seven count. The Party Animals have been forced back into their corner and the ref is trying to get Holiday and Whirlwind back into theirs as JJJ lifts Dayton up for a vertical suplex, but Dayton low blows him!

BS: Blatant low blow from Sean Dayton!

GM: Curse you referee!

As Jimmy clutches his lower regions, Dayton crawls over to his corner and tags in Whirlwind, as Jimmy tags in Rocking Ray Rodgers.

BS: And Jimmy FINALLY gets the tag!

GM: He'll be singing his "rock and/or roll" falsetto from now on!

Whirlwind rushes Rodgers, but Ray clotheslines him, sending the Overdrive member to the mat. He drops down beside him, wasting no time in locking on an Indian Legbreaker. Whirlwind cries out in pain, struggling to get the ropes, but Rodgers pulls him back into the ring. The ref asks Whirlwind if he wants to quit, but he doesn't respond. The ref takes Whirlwind's limp hand and raises it up, watching it fall to the mat. He does it once more, and it falls just the same. He raises it up a final time, dropping it, but Whirlwind jerks his hand up before it touches the mat!

BS: Close call for Overdrive and JT Holiday!

Rodgers gives up and releases the hold, tagging in The Rock & Role Kid. The Kid comes off the tope rope with a moonsault onto the prone Whirlwind. The ref counts: 1..2...Whirlwind gets the shoulder up!

GM: How is he still able to kick out after all that?!

Whirlwind gets to his feet first and goes for a DDT, but The Kid reverses it into a backdrop. JT Holiday rushes into the ring, but is stopped by the referee. As the ref's back is turned, Rocking Ray Rodgers runs into the ring, throwing Whirlwind up onto the top turnbuckle, following him up. Both men fly off in a superplex, Whirlwind landing painfully on the small of his back. The Kid poses on another turnbuckle before flying off with a shooting star press!

BS: The Party's Over!

GM: It sure is!

The ref finally manages to get Holiday out of the ring and notices the Kid covering Whirlwind. He drops the mat and counts: 1...2...3.

WINNERS: The Party Animals & "Jamming" Jimmy James


BS: The Party Animals and Jimmy James pick up a hard-earned victory here tonight.

GM: Can't believe they won. That sucks!

BS: Why so bitter?

GM: Let's just say I'm 1 for 2 on some...predictions...I made.

BS: Well that's what you get for gambling. Now then...


(Sanders is abruptly stopped by static noise followed the screen quickly changing to a man standing in a locker room scene.  The locker's are a dark
green color, as is the room for the most part.  The man is wearing a tuxedo jacket-like shirt, and jean shorts.  The camera isn't being held very steadily and it shakes a bit.)

Man:  Welcome, faithful viewer, to an underground, unofficial, viewing of Givler-vision.  Stolen from SNN airwaves.  It is I-Ted "I spread the news farther then Gottifried's wife's legs" Givler here with the inside scoop on everything that....

(Suddenly Ozzy walks by.)

Ozzy:  Who the f*** are you?

(Ozzy gives him a dirty look as Ted gives a confused look.  Ozzy just walks by though.)

Ted:  I'm here in the locker room to give you the inside, inside, inside look at it all.

Cameraman:  GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY, that's all we can show ya!

Ted:  Not like that!

(Suddenly Lone Wulf walks by)

Lone Wulf:  'Sup Ted, what are you doin' here?

Ted:  Lone Wulf!  I'm here to get all the inside information and turmoil, I already saw Ozzy earlier and...

Lone Wulf:  Ozzy?

Ted:  Yeah.

(looking down the hall.)

Lone Wulf:  Hey OZZZZZZZZZZZZY!!!  Here p***y p***y p***y.

(Lone Wulf walks past Ted.)

Ted:  This may be a ground breaking event.  Follow me.

(Ted begins to follow Lone Wulf as Lone Wulf picks up a chair, Lone Wulf turns the corner into the shower so does Ted and the camera follows.  The camera shows Ozzy taking off his shirt getting ready to take a shower.)

Lone Wulf:  Hey, F*****!

(Ozzy turns around as Lone Wulf levels him with the chair, Ozzy gives an expression that seems like he's seeing stars as he falls to the ground. Wulf goes to nail him again but EWI security shows up and quickly exits the scene.)

Lone Wulf:  THERE'S your exclusive for when you losers don't win tonight, punk!

(Fade back to ringside.)


BS: Geez, another attack by an MD member on a member of the Nu Nation Revolution?

GM: What's wrong with that? It's just an insurance policy.

BS: Yeah, well, at this rate, everyone on the team's going to be injured.

GM: Them's the breaks.

BS: Well, fans, up next we have our first title match of the night as Jesse Falcon defends the Cruiserweight championship against the Darkness. These two have been going at each other for some time now and we've come to this point.

GM: Jesse Falcon has DOMINATED the cruiserweight division, but the Darkness seeks to end his stranglehold on the title. And he just may do it tonight.

BS: Let's go to the ring.


CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE MATCH

The Darkness vs. "Furious" Jesse Falcon
6', 200 lbs. | 6'2", 223 lbs.
Unkown | Dallas, TX
"Mudshovel" - Staind | "School Of Hard Knocks" - POD


Both men circle each other  They shoot in for a collar and elbow tie up and The Darkness gets the advantage with a knee to the midsection.   Snap Suplex from the Darkness on Jesse Falcon.  The Darkness gets up and goes for a elbow drop, but Jesse moves out of the way.  Jesse Falcon gets up and shoots off the far ropes and hits a running clothesline that sends The Darkness to the mat.  Jesse pulls up the Darkness by the hair and hits a swinging neckbreaker.   Jesse Falcon drops a leg across his chest and motions to the top rope.   Jesse Falcon climbs up on the top rope and waits for The Darkness to get up.

BS: The Champion is taking it to the top.

GM: You're so observant.

The Darkness gets to his feet and Jesse Falcon comes off and hits a hurricanranna, The Darkness's momentum sends him through the top and middle ropes onto the arena floor.    Jesse Falcon gets some momentum by bouncing off the far ropes and comes over the top rope with a suicide plancha, but The Darkness moved and Jesse Falcon caught nothing but the cement floor.

BS: Jesse Falcon took a risk there and it didn't pay off.!!!

GM: These Cruiserweights are crazy.

The Darkness crawls back in and climbs up to the top rope and comes off with a flying body press and connects.  Jesse Falcon is down, but The Darkness seems to be favoring his left ankle.  The count is up to 7 and Jesse Falcon rolls back in the ring, Jesse Falcon holds his back as he gets to his feet.   The crowd cheers as Falcon points to the top rope.    Jesse Falcon comes off the top rope with a moonsault, catching The Darkness as he stands.

GM: He's...He's....He's Crazy.

BS: What a move by Jesse Falcon.

Jesse Falcon slides The Darkness in under the bottom rope and slides in after him.  Jesse Falcon with the pin.  One..Two..Thr..Kick out by The Darkness.  Jesse Falcon shoots The Darkness into the far ropes with a irish whip, The Darkness comes off and catches a surprised Jesse Falcon with a dropkick.   Jesse Falcon gets up and is planted back down with a DDT.   The Darkness with a pin...One..Two...Jesse Falcon gets his foot on the rope.

BS: Jesse Falcon always seems to know where he is in the ring.

GM: I'd call that luck myself!!

The Darkness heads to the top rope and he connects with a missle drop kick on Jesse Falcon.   The Darkness with the pin...One..Two...Kickout. The Darkness picks up Jesse Falcon and hooks on a front face lock.  Northern Light Suplex by Jesse Falcon.    Falcon releases the suplex before the pin attempt.   Jesse Falcon shakes out the cob webs and The Darkness rushes Jesse, but Jesse clotheslines The Darkness.    Jesse Falcon takes running start and runs up the turnbuckles and comes off with a leg drop across The Darkness's throat.   Jesse Falcon pulls The Darkness up and sets him on the top rope.   Jesse climbs up and hits a Hurricanranna sending The Darkness off the turnbuckle.

BS: There's only one thing left!!

GM: No!!

Jesse Falcon climbs up on the top rope and hits a Fury Bomb on the Darkness.  Jesse Falcon with the cover.  One...Two...Three.

WINNER: "Furious" Jesse Falcon (retains Cruiserweight Championship)


BS: Outstanding match, but Jesse Falcon comes out on top to retain the Cruiserweight championship!!

GM: Dammit!! 2 for 3!!

BS: Fans, we'll be right back!


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