The scene opens to JW Locke standing in the back of the stadium before the show begins. He's speaking with the Eliminator and Ms. Feelsgood seems to be laughing at everything JW says to the point of irritation. The camera gets close and you can hear...

JW: Eliminator... tonight is your night to shine. All you have to do is get back at Angelus for his little..."office" visit, AND make certain that Mark Vizzack doesn't get that title shot. We already have Eddie Dean, that BTR croonie, grabbing at gold tonight... Vizzack would be completely unacceptable.

ELIMINATOR: Sir, you pay the money... everything will be taken care of. Angelus is of no consequence and Vizzack, well... your situation is about to get a LOT more interesting.

JW: That's what I thought Eliminator.

The scene fades out and then back into this time showing Dr. Destructo arriving to the stadium carrying his bags. His manager, Corporal Max Punishment is seen in the background talking with several of the local security and wearing his eyepatch.

MAX: I tell ya what... I've been rakin' in the boys! Merc signed up & Dr. Destructo is looking pretty good.

SECURITY: You lookin' forward to that stretcher match?

MAX: I might not be able to be there, but you never know what I've got cookin' on the flank.

SECURITY: Poor Doc, having to go up against Love from the starting gate.

MAX: It'll be tough, that's for sure - but he's shown me he's twice the man that the fancy pants (sarcasm) "lover". This isn't a sport for lovers, it's a war for soldiers, Domination will prove that all the more.

Cut to Mark Vizzack walking in with Sunshine and Eddie Dean. Jim Sears is alone drinking some coffee against a wall. Eddie passes some friendly comments and then goes off down the hallway. Mark stops with Sunshine who seems anxious to go ahead.

MARK: Go ahead Sunshine, I'll catch up with you and Eddie in a sec.

JIM: You ready for tonight?

MARK: Sure. Sephiroth won't be able to recover from Eli's Shirley Manson uncovering last week. I can handle anyone else for sure.

JIM: You ready for the potential round 2?

MARK: Eliminator... yeah, I guess everything is squared away. I know I've been training for this as hard as in my CSWA World champion days.

Cut to a scene showing Bryan Blair holding the MWC World title above his head after pummelling Bruno with it as he was held in the stockade. A voiceover begins...

VO: Tonight, that esteemed title will be up for grabs as the working class of America faces off against the Elite.

Cut to each of the Domination tournament entrants. It gives a close up of their face as the look of determination crosses each of their faces...Dr. Destructo, Sephiroth, Angelus, Jonathon Hammer, Crippler, Eliminator, Mark Vizzack, Eddy Love. The VO continues...

VO: But tonight is about more than one shot at the World, it's about 8 men vying for ONE shot at the MWC World title. EIGHT MEN, ONE SHOT - 7 are goin' home lickin' their wounds...one will get a shot at being the DOMINATE wrestler for a night, and then ride that wave to the World title...

The screen fades out and back into...

Cut to LIVE in MADISON SQUARE GARDEN in New York City, New York. The place is packed for this ENORMOUS card. Everyone is going nuts, trying to get their sign in front of the camera. Signs like: "Hit me with your glove Blair", "This 'AIN'T' Charlotte LOVE", " 'Nator is a bootlickin' Commie", "The big dogs are gonna kill each other", "Honorary 'CUBE-head'", AND "Deacon's 2nd coming!". Fireworks explode up and down the entranceway running all the way to the ring. Showers of sparks fall from the ceiling. The camera quickly speeds down the ramp to the ring and then we cut to...

JS: HELLO FANS to the MultiNational Wrestling Corporation's 3rd Pay Per View - DOMINATION! My name is Jim Sears and beside me is...

LK: The king of quotes, the sultan of sarcasm, the big daddy of your...

JS: LIAM!

LK: Liam Kennedy.

JS: We are live here and ready for the BIGGEST MWC card ever. Let's give you a quick rundown.

LK: You do that, I've got a fine peice of New York Metropolitan real estate to check out.

JS: LIAM! Leave those women alone!!!! Never mind, he's outta here. Commando and Bret "Brass Knuckles" Kross go at it in a taped fist matchup. This should be in Kross' favor, but Commando always has something up his sleeve.

LK: Uhm. yeah, big boyfriend... I see that now... uhm... where were we?

JS: The matches.

LK: Yeah, Blair vs.

JS: Liam, in a sec will get to him.

LK: oh

JS: "The Franchise" Lance Bishop takes a shot at the BIGGEST ICON in Pro Wrestling. 2 huge egos go in, only one comes out just a little bit bigger.

LK: Bishop... come on, he hangs with those idiots - Ecubed.

JS: No matter, he's a great technician. John Ranger Styles and the Merc go at it again... but this time in a stretcher match.

LK: They've shown a LOT of animosity going into this..

JS: Speaking of Animosity - Lone Wulf and K9 finish it TONIGHT!

LK: Yeah, yeah - heard that before.

JS: Jack Emerald is risking his life, breaking the ideas of his doctors and getting in the ring with BATT.

LK: Batt kills him... end of story.

JS: LIAM!...Armageddon took the last one these guys met with... he thought Deacon was gone, but Deacon is back and taking their feud to the grave... first one out, wins this RESURRECTION match.

LK: Different music, same lyrics - Armageddon destroys the pious one.

JS: the Extreme tournament ends tonight as "Total Elimination" Eli Flair fights "Iceman" Steve Radder in a Mega Cage match for the MWC Extreme tournament.

LK: Who cares? They're both punks!

JS: Our next match should be interesting. Eddie Dean gets a shot at MWC Gold when he faces the champion, Kevin Powers - who's returning tonight from a shoulder injury he received during a house show in Buffalo 3 nights ago... a tough defense just got tougher.

LK: Who cares? They're both punks!

JS: The newly named "The Method" gets a shot at the championship. A rematch with Ecubed... but this time, Lunar Express will be locked in a cage with Willaim H. Bradley III.

LK: Boring.

JS: Blair, Bruno - MWC World title. It happens tonight...

LK: Yeah, but I have a feeling that last week's HTO will be a showing of what's to happen tonight... Blair is the champ - and Eddy Love says it's gonna stay that way!

JS: Speaking of Love...the #1 ranked guy in the Domination tournament. Along with Vizzack, Eliminator, Crippler, Hammer, Angelus, Sephiroth, & Dr. Destructo.

LK: And the winner gets the shot - what a night!

JS: That's right... what a night! Let's get to our first matchup as we start round 1 of the Domination tournament...



DOMINATION

ROUND ONE

Crippler vs. Jonathon Hammer

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall and is a 1st round match of the Domination Tournament. Introducing first...

(Hammer comes out from the back to a huge appalause. He is wearing his black wrestling tights that go the full length of his leg. On the right leg it says "Hammer" in red. He is also wearing an MWC t-shirt. He puts both arms in the air and brings them down quickly and fireworks blow off behind him in reds and golds. He then walks down towards the ring. He shakes hands with the fans and slides under the bottom rope. He jumps onto the second turnbuckle and raises his arms to the fans.)

The arena goes dark and once again we hear someone on the microphone say "HIT THE MUSIC!" and Crippler's music comes on. Spotlights light up the curtain as Mercedes Devon comes out, dressed in an evening gown, followed by Crippler, arm in arm, dressed in wrestling tights with a towel over his shoulder. Reaching the ring Crippler drops to one knee and holds his arms out, presenting himself with Mercedes behind him.

(As this happens, pyro fireworks go off in the ring behind them)

JS: Liam, our first match pits the technical prowess of Crippler against the hardcore nature of Jonathon Hammer.

LK: Crippler is one of the best technical wrestlers in the sport but he'll be no match for Hammer. Hammer would rather break your arm than to give ya the time of day.

JS: What is Hammer looking at? What, is that who I think it is? (The camera pans around the faces sitting in the front row and rest on the face of former WoW World Champ, Mark Maverick.)

LK: What the… Sears, that is former WoW Champion, Mark Maverick. What is he doing here? Doesn't he belong in that bush league that's called WoW? This is the big time, he doesn't belong here. Especially with stupid fans holding signs saying, "King of Extreme is gonna get ran over by a bull." Sears, this texas dweeb better head back down south - he's in Yankee tough man country.

JS: Be nice, Liam. Wait, Hammer has made his way over and is having words with Maverick. (Hammer grabs Maverick and rares back to throw a punch at Maverick.)

LK: Get'em Hammer! Send him back to that minor league of amateur wrestling. We all know amateur wrestling is fake anyway.

JS: He's a former world champ that… Crippler has just nailed Hammer with a baseball slide through the ropes. Hammer was too busy jawing with Maverick and he paid for it. (Crippler has picked Hammer up off the floor and is throwing right and left combinations.)

LK: See what that bush leaguer has caused? We do have rules here in the MWC that need…

JS: (Drowning out Kennedy's comments.) Crippler has staggered Hammer with a series of rights and lefts. Crippler is on the offensive. Body slam by Crippler. That nearly broke Hammer's back.

LK: Security! Security! Where's security when you need them. I bet Maverick didn't even buy a ticket. He probably stole one from a poor defenseless kid. (Reflecting to him self.) Hmmm, that's what I would have done. Maybe this guy isn't so bad after all.

JS: Will you get your mind on this match. Crippler with an Irish whip. Drop toehold by Crippler.

(Crippler executes the drop toehold and turns it into a spinning toehold. Hammer screams in pain but quickly waves the referee off when he asks for a submission. Hammer rakes Crippler's eyes to break the hold.)

JS: Hammer with a vicous lariat. Crippler rolls to the outside to take a breather and talk strategy with Mercedes Devon.

LK: Would you look at the number Mercedes is wearing. Now, there's a WOW for ya.

JS: There is a match going on, Liam. Why don't you do some color commentary and earn your paycheck.

LK: If you keep yelling at me like that, I'm gonna slam you through this table.

JS: (Screaming.) Any time, you spoiled pompus a…

LK: (Interrupting.) Now, now Sears. We are live and there are children watching.

JS: Fans, I apologize for my outburst…

LK: Apology accepted.

(Crippler has re-entered the ring and has a standing arm bar on Hammer. Hammer attempts a standing switch but Crippler refuses to let go of the hold. Finally, Hammer reaches back and grabs one of Crippler's legs and pulls him down to the mat.)

JS: Elbow drop by Hammer is on the mark. Hammer with an Irish whip into the turnbuckle,

LK: Crippler is stunned. Hammer whipped him into that corner with such force, it must have knocked the wind out of Crippler. Wait, Hammer charges…

JS: Crippler moves! Crippler moved out of the way and Hammer crashed into the turnbuckle. Quick roll up by Crippler! (Referee is there for the cover. 1…2…)

LK: Kick out! Hammer kicked out at 2 ½. Whew, that was close.

JS: Crippler is back on the offensive as he has a rear chinlock on Hammer. Fans, this move is a painful hold as Crippler has his knee jammed into Hammer's back and pulling on Hammer's chin at the same time.

LK: Who are you, Jerry Brisco? Where are we, Mr. Fuji's dojo?

JS: (Ignoring Kennedy.) Hammer has fought his way back to his feet. Hammer breaks the hold and spring s to the far side ropes. Crippler ducks a boot to the face. Belly to belly suplex by Crippler. That was a text book belly to belly suplex right there, Liam.

LK: Nobody can question that Crippler is a great wrestler and the guy has one great looking manager.

JS: Hammer is back on his feet. Gracious, that European uppercut nearly drove Crippler over the top rope. Crippler seems stunned.

LK: Hammer is going in for the kill, Sears. Hammer with another uppercut…

JS: NO! Crippler ducks. Backslide by Crippler. 1…2…

LK: Hammer's out of there. Got that shoulder up in the nick of time.

(Hammer responds by smashing Crippler with a forearm that drives Crippler to his knees. Hammer follows with a boot to the face that sends Crippler crashing to the mat. Hammer pulls Crippler to his feet and picks him up.)

JS: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Hammer with a DDV and the cover… 1 … 2…

LK: NO! Crippler kicks out. What does it take to keep the Crippler down?

JS: Crippler has intestinal fortitude, Liam. Something you don't.

LK: Intestinal what? Hey, isn't that what that masked champ in that bush league up north says. Something about testular formaldehyde?

JS: I won't even acknowledge that. Hammer has pulled Crippler to his feet.

LK: Body slam by Hammer. Wait a minute…

JS: Crippler reverses, DRAGON SLEEPER! DRAGON SLEEPER! Crippler countered with a Dragon sleeper.

LK: Geez, come on Hammer. (Starts pounding the table.)

JS: You break that and you buy another one.

LK: Sears, I have enough money to buy everyone a, oh never mind. Call the action.

JS: Ref over to check on Hammer. (The ref raises Hammer's arm once and it falls, twice and it falls, the third time…) Wait, Hammer is coming alive. Hammer powers out of it.

LK: Scoop slam. Hammer picks up Crippler…

JS: Running power slam by Hammer. Hammer drops a leg across Crippler's throat. (Hammer has dragged Crippler to his feet.)

JS/LK: (In unison.) BRAINBUSTER SUPLEX!

JS: Hammer with the cover. 1…2…3.

LK: Wait, the referee is indicating only a two count. It was only a two count. Come on! Hey, did Crippler grease the referee's palm or what.

JS: Leave the referee alone. Our referees would never stoop to bribes. Hammer has dragged Crippler to his feet. (Mercedes can be heard encouraging her wrestler and beating on the ring apron.) Hammer whips Crippler into the ropes…

LK: Crippler ducks a lariat attempt. Hammer stops. Big boot to the midsection by Hammer.

JS: DDT! DDT! Hammer just nailed Crippler with a thunderous DDT that nearly broke the ring. Hammer with a cover.

LK: That should do it. (Counting along with the referee.) 1… 2…

JS: Devon just put Crippler's foot on the ropes. She saved her charge from certain defeat.

LK: She can save me from certain defeat anyday. She's gotta drop that chump, Crippler, and hook up with a real man. Hey, Eddie Love is a real man. I'm sure he'd show her the time of her life. (Starts an Eddie chant.) Edd-ie, Edd-ie…

JS: Hammer has thrown Crippler to the outside. Irish whip into the security railing. Look at the whelp that left on Crippler's back. Uh, oh, Hammer has picked up the ring steps… (A loud crack is heard followed by a huge heel pop.)

LK: Hammer just brought those steel ring steps down on Crippler's noggin. Wait, is that… yes, we have blood! We have blood! Hammer has busted Crippler open, Sears.

JS: Indeed, he has Liam. Hammer pulls Crippler to his feet. Rams him into the ringpost. Crippler is in a world of hurt now. (Camera shot of Mercedes.) Mercedes can not be pleased with what we are seeing here. Look out… (Hammer has dragged Crippler over to the announcer's table. Hammer picks up Crippler and choke slams him through the table.)

LK: (Moving out of the way.) I don't get paid enough for this.

JS: (Standing.) Hammer is raining blows to Crippler's face and body. He's pummeling Crippler. Why hasn't the referee disqualified Hammer?

LK: The ref is letting them fight. This isn't the bush leagues, Sears. This is the MWC at its finest. Go Hammer!

JS: Wait, Mercedes is sneaking up behind Hammer. Mercedes Devon has just raked Hammer's eyes. Run Mercedes, run.

LK: Forest Gump, she's not.

(Mercedes Devon has started to retreat away as Hammer follows her around the ring. The referee has gotten in between Mercedes and Hammer and starts to push Mercedes up the rampway.)

JS: The referee is doing the right thing. She has no business confronting Hammer. Wait, Mark Maverick has jumped the security railing.

LK: (In disbelief.) Sears, Maverick has Hammer in a full nelson. (A loud audible crack is heard followed by a huge face pop from the crowd.)

JS: Maverick just planted Hammer into those steel steps while he had Hammer in a full nelson. Maverick looks pleased with himself... Givin' the Horns he calls it.

(Maverick struts his stuff before the crowd who give him a mixed reaction before rolling a semi-conscious Hammer back into the ring. Crippler has stood up from the beating he endured and rolls back into the ring. The referee has returned to the ring also.)

JS: Maverick is walking towards the back. Wait, he stops and says something to Mercedes.

LK: Did you see that? Sears, Maverick just laid a big wet one on Maverick.

JS: A wet one is right. She doesn't seemed pleased.

LK: Of course not. Maverick is no Eddie Love.

(Mercedes slaps Maverick twice in the face but Maverick just laughs and walks away. Mercedes chases after Maverick and wallops him with her high heel before Maverick disappears behind the ring apron.)

JS: Crippler has pulled Hammer to his feet. Crippler with an Irish whip into the ropes… reversal by Hammer. Crippler ducks a big boot. CRIPPLING PLUNGE! CRIPPLING PLUNGE! (Ref is in position to make the cover. Sears counts along with the referee.) 1…2…3.

LK: NO! This can't happen. Maverick cost Hammer the match. Maverick is in for a beating when Hammer gets a hold of him. JW has to do something about this.

JS: I'm sure Hammer will want retribution for what just transpired here. Crippler moves on to the next round of the Domination tournament.

RA: Ladies and gentleman, the winner of the match, the Crippla. (Crippler is shown being assisted down the rampway by Mercedes Devon.)

The winner: Crippler


"Daredevil" Mark Vizzack vs. Sephiroth

lights dim, the ring turns red with lights, comes out to the ring with Marilyn Manson's "Man That You Fear" . While walking to the ring, red lightning bolts shoot down near him. One fan, a young man of twenty, is taunting Sephiroth. Sephiroth turns, grabs the young man by the arms, and spits in his face. The young man, trembling with fear, quietly sits down in his seat and bows his head. When Sephiroth enters the ring he "commands" the lightning bolts to strike the ringposts which burst in fire.

VOICE:Somebody STOP HIM!

(Cue Up:"Smoke On the Water" - Deep Purple. The lights dim... and the crowd soars. There's no movement as of yet from the curtains... until the guitars KICK IN and fireworks explode ALL around the ring entrance... and two of the 'Forbidden' ones emerge. "Daredevil" Mark Vizzack wears "BTR DAREDEVIL" tights, black boots, and a leather jacket. His hair, sprayed and dripping with water, is pulled into a short ponytail behind his head. Next to him is the incomparable Sunshine Del Payne. Her traditional pre-event shopping trip with Steve Radder's manager, Kelly. A small amount of makeup is on her face, as is a rather large smile. They do well to cover... Cover, not hide, the emissions of sadness that her eyes continue to project.They begin their slow walk to the ring, shaking/slapping the hands of any fans who were able to get close enough.

Vizzack stops to sign an autograph for one of his endearing fans. Vizzack notices a young boy who is holding a sign that reads 'I want to be like Mark!' The young fan is wearing a Daredevil Junior T-shirt. Vizzack picks the young boy up and holds him as the boy's father gets a snapshot of the moment. Finally, the Daredevil steps through the ropes into the ring and the referee calls for the bell.)

Approaching the ring, Vizzack holds the ropes for Sunshine to enter before doing so himself... The lights dim once more, as a dozen or more spotlights converge on a singular spot in the middle of the ring, where Vizzack and Sunshine stand tall. The ringposts SPEW fireworks and pyros, bringing the fans to their feet once more...)

JS: The former television champion is always a big hit with the fans. He is always willing to stop and sign an autograph for his fans.

LK: That's his downfall. He cares too much what the fans think and not enough about himself. If he changed his attitude, he would be the next World Champ, well - if Eddy Love and Bryan Blair weren't ever born.

JS: Collar and elbow tie-up. Wow, what a display of strength by Sephiroth as he throws Vizzack into the corner.

LK: This Sephiroth is one tough customer. Don't expect Vizzack to get an easy pinfall on this guy.

JS: Another collar and elbow tie-up. Again Sephiroth throws the Daredevil into the corner. Vizzack charges out of the corner…

LK: Scoop slam by Sephiroth! He picked Vizzack up like he was a one-year-old tot in diapers. Can't you see it, Vizzack roaming a elder care - heck, Sunshine would be right at home

JS: Come on Liam, we have fans in elder care homes.

LK: Sure, but I prefer my fans to have teeth.

JS: Sephiroth misses an elbow drop. Vizzack up… arm drag takedown… hip toss by the Daredevil… hip toss again…

LK: Wait, Sephiroth blocks it. Thunderous lariat by the big man! He knocked Vizzack right out of his shoes. Wait, what's that smell… Sears, have you been eating garlic again?

JS: (Ignoring Liam AGAIN.) Sephiroth picks up Vizzack… he's got him set up for… High vertical suplex.

LK: Vizzack crashes to the mat. Sephiroth looks impressive in the early going.

JS: He does indeed. Vizzack back to his feet. Vizzack reverses an Irish whip… dropkick by Vizzack.

LK: Vizzack floored the big man with that move. It'll take more than that to keep Sephiroth down.

JS: Vizzack with a head scissors takedown… drops an elbow to the sternum of Sephiroth… rear chinlock by Vizzack.

LK: Are we going to get another wrestling lesson from Mr. Fuji or Jack Brisco here?

JS: (Annoyed.) Sephiroth is back on his feet… whips Vizzack into the ropes. Leapfrog by Vizzack… Sidewalk slam! Sidewalk slam by Sephiroth!

LK: That move really hurt Vizzack. Cover by Sephiroth… 1…2.

JS: Kickout by Vizzack. Sephiroth pulls Vizzack to his feet… bear hug.

LK: Vizzack looks to be in a lot of pain. (Screams.) Give up Vizzack, Sephiroth is the better man.

JS: That'll be enough. You're supposed to be fair and impartial. Sephiroth rams Vizzack into the turnbuckle back first. Vizzack slumps in the corner.

LK: Vizzack is through. Clubbing forearms to the back of Vizzack.

JS: Daredevil is in trouble here. Sephiroth picks Vizzack up for a power slam. Small package! Small package by Vizzack! 1…2..

LK: Sephiroth gets a shoulder up. Whew, that was a close one. Sephiroth is back to his feet and he's stomping a mud hole in Vizzack.

JS: Vizzack is hurt. However, we've seen this time and time again. Vizzack can take a lot of punishment and still come back to get a victory. Vizzack rolls to the outside and tries to catch his breath.

LK: Sephiroth comes out after him. Sephiroth rams Vizzack face first into the security railing.

JS: Vizzack is in obvious pain here. Sephiroth pulls Vizzack to his feet. Sephiroth rams Vizzack's back into the ringpost.

LK: Sephiroth body slams Vizzack on the ring steps. Vizzack is through. He can't take anymore.

JS: Sephiroth rolls Vizzack back into the ring. Vizzack is sent in to the turnbuckle…Sephiroth charges… Vizzack moves! Vizzack moved out of the way. Vizzack with a series of knife-edge pops (Face pop from the crowd.)

LK: NO! Vizzack has staggered Sephiroth. Sephiroth is down.

JS: Vizzack drops a leg across Sephiroth's face. Vizzack is going up top. SHOOTING STAR PRESS! SHOOTING STAR PRESS! Referee over to make a cover…1…2..

LK: Sephiroth gets a shoulder up! Sephiroth staggers to his feet…

JS: Missile dropkick by Vizzack! Again, Vizzack with the cover…1…2..

LK: Again, Sephiroth gets a shoulder up. What resiliency Sephiroth has shown.

JS: Both men have given it their all here in this match. Vizzack climbs the turnbuckle… Sephiroth slowly gets to his feet…

LK: SEPHIROTH BEHIND YOU!

JS: VIZZACK WITH A BULLDOG FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! What a move by the Daredevil! Vizzack with a cover! 1…2..

LK: Sephiroth gets his foot over the bottom rope! Wow, Sephiroth has really shown me something here in this match.

JS: What about Mark Vizzack?

LK: Who?

JS: Nevermind. Sephiroth rolls to the outside. He looks to be hurt… Vizzack with a suicide dive…

LK: SEPHIROTH CATCHES HIM! Sephiroth plants Vizzack into the ring apron, injuring Vizzack's back even more.

JS: Body slam by Sephiroth. Sephiroth rolls Vizzack back into the ring.

LK: Sephiroth with a vertical suplex…

JS: Vizzack blocks it! Vizzack tries a vertical suplex…

LK: Vizzack's back gave way! Sephiroth falls on Vizzack… Referee over for the cover…1…2..

JS: Daredevil gets a shoulder up!

LK: Come on! Slow count by the referee!

JS: The ref's been consistent the entire match. Sephiroth hauls Vizzack to his feet.

LK: Sephiroth with a Boston crab! Vizzack will surely submit to this.

JS: Referee over to check. Vizzack refuses to give in! What a great match we are seeing here!

LK: Sephiroth cinches the hold in tighter. Listen at Vizzack scream in pain! How much more can that worm take?

JS: Ref again over to check Vizzack. He raises Vizzack arm… it falls… raises the arm a second time… it falls again. Come on, Mark!

LK: This is it, Sears. Your hero goes down in defeat.

JS: Ref raises the arm a third time…

LK: It falls!

JS: Wait, Vizzack's arm fell halfway but stays there! Mark is still in this one. Wow, listen at this crowd. (Vizzack chant starts and increases in volume.) Vizzack crawls to the ropes to break the hold!

LK: Vizzack back on his feet… He looks to be in tremendous pain… Sephiroth is stalking Vizzack…I guess all those Final Fantasy comments are coming back to haunt the flyer?

JS: LOOK OUT, MARK!

LK: Sephiroth with a full nelson face slam! Good lord, this Sephiroth is impressive! Sephiroth with a cover…1…2.

JS: Vizzack's leg is draped under the bottom rope! Referee has to break the count!

LK: Jeez, how lucky can one man be?!

JS: Sephiroth drags Vizzack to his feet… (Shocked.) OH, NO!

LK: YES! Sephiroth has Vizzack in a torture rack! Referee over to check Vizzack…

JS: Wait, Vizzack grabs the turnbuckle…Sephiroth stumbles...Mark spins around…Springboard NO WAY! DAREDEVIL FLYER!(flying DDT) DAREDEVIL FLYER! DAREDEVIL FLYER! Vizzack drapes an arm over Sephiroth… Referee in position…1…2…3! (Shouting.) VIZZACK WINS! VIZZACK WINS!

LK: Oh, no! I'm going to be sick!

(Sears runs from the broadcast location and jumps into the ring. Sears and Vizzack embrace and Sears raise Vizzack's arm in triumph.)

JS: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, the Daredevil Flya, Mark Vizzack.

The winner: Mark Vizzack


Eliminator vs. Angelus

The lights go out and an eerie candle-like glow slowly builds in the entranceway. The fans start to boo as "TIED UP, DRIED UP, AND DEAD TO THE WORLD" begin to play. A candleabra begins to ascend from under the stage, Angelus standing in front of it with his face turned from the crowd...he turns as the platform levels off and begins to walk toward the ring

ELIMINATION TIME begins to play, but Eliminator does not step out from the curtain.  Suddenly a huge pyro ball filled with sparkles of green and gold seems to come up from beneath the rampway amidst a puff of smoke.  At both sides of the aisleway, green and gold sparks fly everywhere.  Then suddenly, the curtain splits, and yet still it is not him.  JW Locke makes his way to the ring, and the boos are heard throughout the arena.  Then, as we look back towards the entranceway...he emerges from the curtain...there he stands ... powerful, taut, with a look of self-confidence on his face--THE ELIMINATOR.  The large man is a sight to see as he begins to make his way through the last of the sparkling pyrotechnics towards the ring.  JW Locke is in the ring clapping for his bodyguard, and Eliminator looks like he is in the best shape of his life.  Eliminator enters the ring and flexes his muscles confidently for the crowd. Some gasps are heard, some cheers, and a lot of boos as JW Locke exits and remains at ringside.  Eliminator turns around and flexes to the other side, his muscles rippling as he does so.  As (opponent) makes his way towards the ring, Eliminator fixes a stare that has no expression at all on him.

LK: Are you sweating a little bit Jimmy-boy?

JS: Shut it, Liam.

LK: My, my, aren't we touchy.

JS: (Huge heel pop from the crowd.) Wait, something is happening. Max Punishment has jumped the security railing and is confronting Angelus. God, where is JR Styles when you need him!

LK: (An even bigger heel pop erupts from the crowd.) Mercenary has sneaked up behind Angelus! What is that he's carrying?

JS: It's a steel chair! Oh no, Angelus watch out.

(Mercenary brings the chair back and starts to bring it forward.)

JS: (A loud crack is audible as the crowd is booing vehemently.) Mercenary with a chair shot! Mercenary slammed that chair into Angelus' back.

LK: Merc is wailing away on Angelus! One, two, three shots to the head. Angelus is down. Angelus is busted open! Max Punishment is laying the boot to Angelus!

JS: (As a huge face pop erupts from the crowd.) JR Styles is coming down the aisle! Styles is here!

(JR Styles races down the aisle and grabs Mercenary…)

LK: (Sarcastically.) It looks like Styles is the calvary. Styles grabs Mercenary…

JS: STYLES IS STOMPING ON ANGELUS! (Huge heel pop from the crowd.) GOOD GOD WHY?! Styles has the Cobra Clutch and NO - he just suplexed Angelus onto the steel steps!

LK: (Screaming with delight.) YES! I knew there was hope for that Army Ranger yet! Sears, I'm beginning to like JR... well, if he wasn't on the opposite side of Mercenary???

(Styles and Mercenary go nose to nose. Neither man backing down an inch. Finally, Max Punishment drags his man back towards the back stage area. Styles picks up Angelus, drags him to the ring, and rolls him under the bottom rope to a waiting Eliminator.)

LK: Would you look at that grin on Eliminator's face!

JS: Why would Styles do that? I don't get it.

LK: Styles and Mercenary did the MWC a big favor and disposed of the trash here in the MWC.

(Meanwhile, Eliminator dropped an elbow on Angelus' throat and starts stomping on the forehead of Angelus.)

JS: Eliminator drags Angelus to his feet. Angelus can hardly stand, Liam.

LK: Swing neckbreaker by Eliminator. Eliminator with a cover. This should be it. Referee drops to the mat, 1…2…

JS: Angelus gets a shoulder up!

LK: What! How! After the beating he's had already. You normally don't like Angelus, what's up with the cheering?

JS: I'm not cheering, and besides - I may not like Angelus, but this Eliminator - he's pure mean (funny sound in his voice) trust me.

(Eliminator pulls Angelus to his feet and drives him into the mat with a running power slam. Eliminator climbs to the second turnbuckle.)

JS: Guillotine legdrop by Eliminator! This should do it.

LK: (Referee drops to the canvas and starts the count.) 1…2… the referee stopped the count. Why?

JS: Angelus' leg was draped under the bottom rope. How much more can Angelus take? Vertical suplex by Eliminator!

(Eliminator has picked up Angelus and draped him across his shoulders and starts to spin.)

LK: Eliminator with an airplane spin.

JS/LK: (In unison.) DIAMOND CUTTER! DIAMOND CUTTER!

JS: Eliminator with a diamond cutter out of an airplane spin. What a move!

LK: Where is Angelus?

(The move had such impact that Angelus rolled from the ring to the floor. Suddenly, the crowd erupts in a huge heel pop, as JW Locke walks down the aisleway.)

JS: (Seeing Locke.) I'm outta here!

LK: What? Sears, where are you going?

JS: I'm not about to put up with Locke, besides, I want to talk to Styles. (Sears walks away from the broadcast location and down the rampway.)

(Locke rolls Angelus back into the ring as Eliminator mocks Angelus to the crowd's disapproval. Liam motions for Locke to come over and sit at the table but Locke waves him off and turns his attention back to the match.)

LK: Well, I guess I have to do the play by play. Eliminator dumps Angelus over the top rope and follows him out. (Eliminator drags Angelus to his feet and Irish whips him into the security railing with a loud crack.)

LK: OWWW! I felt that from where I am sitting. Wait, Eliminator picks up the ring steps… (Eliminator slams the steps down onto Angelus' back as the crowd erupts in a huge heel pop.) Angelus will need a chiropractor after this match… I'm told Sears has found Styles. Sears take it away.

(Split screen shows Eliminator pummeling Angelus with powerful forearms to the back of Angelus and Sears standing beside a pacing JR Styles.)

JS: Styles, what the **** was that? Why did you beat on Angelus?

JRS: What gives that punk Angelus the right to be in the Domination tournament? I'm tired of not getting a push here in the MWC so I have taken matters into my own hands. Be warned MWC, what you see here is a rougher, tougher, meaner Ranger. Sears, after tonight they are gonna be calling me JR F'N Styles. (Back to the match.)

(Meanwhile, Eliminator has continued to beat on a semi-conscious Angelus as Sears is shown walking back to ringside.)

JS: (Putting on his headset.) Man, I don't know what JR Styles' problem is but…

LK: Styles now knows what it takes to succeed here in the MWC. You have to be impressed with the Eliminator, Sears.

JS: He has pulled off some great moves. Yeah, I'm a little impressed.

LK: Look at that. Eliminator has picked up Angelus by his throat. Sears, it looks like were going to see Angelus fly. It looks like a choke slam powerbomb!

JS: Wait… Angelus counters … ANGEL'S TOUCH! ANGEL'S TOUCH! How did Angelus pull that off? Angel's Touch outta nowhere. Angelus drapes an arm over Eliminator. 1…2… What the ****? Locke just put Eliminator's foot on the bottom rope! That dirty…

LK: What? I didn't see anything.

JS: Angelus is going after Locke! Angelus is in Locke's face!

(Angelus and Locke are nose to nose in front of the announcer's table.)

JW: Angelus, go ahead, hit me! Go ahead, punk, but if you do, I'll fire you on the spot.

(Eliminator has re-gained his feet, drops to the arena floor, and stalks Angelus.)

JS: Angelus look out! (Eliminator taps Angelus on the shoulder and Angelus turns around…)

LK: Eliminator picks up Angelus by the throat! Choke slam powerbomb! Choke slam powerbomb on the arena floor!

JS: Gracious, I'll be surprised if Angelus can get up much less move after that move. (The timekeeper's bell rings in the background.)

LK: What the… the referee has called for the bell!

(The referee and Locke approach the announcer's table.)

Ref: Eliminator has been disqualified!

JW: What! Why?! Oh no you don't, if you DQ Eliminator it'll be your job! Now get back in that ring and count the pinfall.

(The referee climbs back into the ring as Locke signals for Eliminator to roll his unconscious opponent back into the ring.)

JS: (The referee drops to make the three count as Eliminator puts his boot on Angelus' chest.) This is sickening. First, the attacks by Mercenary and JR Styles and now this. (Dejectedly.) 1…2…3.

LK: (Liam grabs the house mic…) Worms, your winner, the Eliminator. (Heel pop from the crowd.)

The Winner: Eliminator


"Hurricane" Eddy Love vs. Dr. Destructo

(The fans are talking when the Mission Impossible theme starts. The fans look towards the entranceway. Suddenly, Dr. Destructo appears. Accompanied by his manager, Corporal Max Punishment, Dr. Destructo is wearing a full length black trench coat. He stops as green and blue lights flash and fireworks go off. The crowd mildly cheers, as Dr. Destructo is still new in the MWC. Destructo jogs to the ring and slides under the bottom rope into the ring. He flexes for a minute, then takes off his coat reveling his uniform - a blue unitard, with black jeans on.)

The lights go off in the arena. Ceiling fans kick on to give the feeling of wind blowing through the arena as the loud speakers begin to blare the sounds of high winds. Lightening begins flashing around the arena as thunder roars over the top of the wind. Cue Up "Whole Lotta Love" by Led Zeppelin as the wind fades and out from behind the backstage curtain pops Sweet Melissa dressed in solid black short sun dress. She turns facing the curtain holding her arms together while pointing as "Hurricane" Eddy Love comes through the curtain with his hair sprayed to perfection. Love is wearing a T-shirt that reads "I Break It, You Bought It" on the front and "what's not to LOVE about Hurricane Eddy" on the back. They come down the aisle and Melissa holds the ropes open while Eddy enters the ring, pulls the top rope then jogs to the other side of the ring and tugs on the other rope.

JS: Tough call for the good Dr.

LK: Tough call is the understatement of the century... more like IMPOSSIBLE draw.

JS: They lock up and Dr. spins around with a chicken wing behind Eddy's back - nice initial work there.

LK: PLEASE! It's a chicken WING - I could get outta that!

JS: SHall we try?

LK: That's ok - cause Eddy just showed you! Quick adjustment, a drop down, and leg drag takedown... looks like the good doctor should've stayed in the office.

JS: Dr. grabs the ropes forcing the break... Eddy up and smiling broadly.

LK: We have another lock up and ...NO

JS: Forearm shot by the Dr. and Eddy's stunned. Following him in and here comes CLOTHESLINE!

LK: NO! Get away from him Dr. DeLego

JS: What? Oh never mind. Dr. picking Eddy up - NO, Eddy sends Destructo to the outside! Right at Melissa's feet.

LK: This is looking bad for the malpractice insurance man... here comes Melissa and Eddy has the ref tied up.

JS: There's CORPORAL MAX! Nothing gonna happen this time! Max helps his man back in and here comes Love.

LK: Get that...

JS: Destructo with a small package - 1....2....KICKOUT! Close one there

LK: Shew... someone get me depends!

JS: Coming right up...Eddy back up and CLOTHESLINE! sends the Dr. back down. Eddy sending him into the ropes and BACK BODY DROP! Eddy bounding into the ropes and

LK: That jERK!

JS: MAXWELL PUNISHMENT GRABBED EDDY'S FOOT! Turn about fair play and here comes the Dr.

LK: Stupid cheaters.

JS: I thought you'd call that teamwork? Anyway, Dr. sends Eddy into the turnbuckle - BACK ELBOW! He's got Love in the corner and...SHOULDER RAM, ANOTHER, AND ANOTHER! Eddy feeling those. Irish whip to the other turnbuckle and bullcharge - CONNECT! Eddy tried to get outta the way, but was caught to early. Eddy doubled over in the corner.

LK: This is so ridiculous - Eddy'd have this match won if not for that idiot.

JS: He has it set up - POWERBOMB! Quick pin attempt - 1...2...KICKOUT! He's serious about this only taking 3 seconds...going to the well for a fresh pinfall.

LK: It'll take more than that to beat Eddy.

JS: Like an Irish whip into the turnbuckle - BULLCHARGE!

LK: NO, EDDY WITH THE VICTORY ROLL - 1....2....3!!!!!!!

The winner: Eddy Love

LK: So, about your good Dr.?

JS: Well, he only was able to see Love by tape... I think he'll be back for PLENTY more action and perhaps another shot soon at the Hurricane.

LK: Don't bother.

(cut to the back with Humberto Ramos standing with...)

HR: Hello I am standing here with bret "brass Knuckles" kross and...

Kross:In a few minute is my MWC debut. Commando, you are the unlucky one to first feel the pain I can distribute. For all the rest of you, you will soon meet me in the ring and it wont be pleasent. tonight my match is not the only impact I will make, later I will have a much bigger impact on the MWC, and you are not going to like it.

Taped Fist Match

Commando vs. Bret "Brass Knuckles" Kross

JS:Okay, well up next we have The Commando verse Bret "Brass Knuckles" Kross. This will be a "Brass Knuckles Match". Each mans' fists are Tapped and will wear Brass Knuckles.

LK:Ahhhh Duh! Thats why It is called a "Brass Knuckles Match"

JS:The match goes until one man is TKOed, and that is decided by a manditory ten count. Once one man falls to the gorund and he does not respond, the other man standing is declared victorious.

LK:And Yes they both Suck!

JS:You can't say that, you have never even seen Bret wrestle.

LK:Well then I can say...Commando Sucks, Right?

JS:Well I guess.

LK:Hah, I was right.

JS:Lets go to the ring...

Bret Kross begins his entrance - Same music, Bret Hart them from the wwf, also lightening with big pyrotechnics, the firwowrks go off and then i walk out alone, with my leather jacket and addidas pants with sunglasses, I give the fans dirty looks and then jump in the ring, and more fireworks as I showcase my muscles

(WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE PLAYS OVER THE SPEAKERS AS MASSIVE PYRO GOES OFF THROUGHOUT THE ARENA AND MAKES THE ARENA LOOK LIKE A WARZONE AS THE PYRO SHOOTS OFF FROM SIDE TO SIDE. BUT NOTHING IS HAPPENING THE LIGHTS COME ON THE CROWD WONDERS WHATS GOING ON AND WONDER WHERE IS WHAT THEY CAM TO SEE WHICH IS THE COMMANDO.)

(SUDDENLY WITHOUT WARNING CASEY TAYLOR COMES FROM THE RAFTERS AS SHE REPELS DOWN TO THE RING AND ASKS FOR A MIC.)

CASEY:Obviously everybody thinks I can do this job better than you can ringannouncer, hell I don't care what you name is (THE CROWD BEGINS TO ERUPT.)

CASEY:But intorducing to you 6'8 and 269 of the hardest puonds I ever felt, he hails from Fort Bragg North Carolina or where ever the hell he wants to, ladies and gentlemen I present to you ... Coooooommmmmmmmmaaaannnnnnndddddddoooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(THE SCENE GOES BLACK AS WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE PLAYS OVER THE SPEAKERS AGAIN AND MASSIVE PYRO AGAIN GOES OFF SHOOTING ALL ACROSS THE ENTRANCE WAY AS THE COMMANDO EMERGES FROM THE CROSS FIRE and MAKES HIS WAY INTO THE RING.)

JS:Ok, the bell has rang and these two men start to size each other up. Commando and Kross cirlcle the ring, and Now Kross showing he wants a clean lock up. Commando locks the first hand both move up there other hand slowly...and Commando catches a STIFF right to the jaw.

LK:Kross, This is wrestling...NOT BOXING!

JS:Must you!? Wait don't answer that. Ok now Bret pushes Commando back into the  corner and is working him over now. Commando taking rights and lefts. Kross throwing jabs, uppercuts...

LK:And my Favorite...yup, there is the EYE GOUGE!

JS:Well always an evening factor in a wrestling match, right next to the Low Blow. Kross now with Commando by the hair...and lets him drop out of the corner face first on to the mat...Kross picking him back up

LK:Wait what was the point  of dropping him?

JS:Anyways...Now a Drop Toe Hold...

LK:What is this idiot doing...he drops him then picks him up to drop him.

JS:In a match were you have to Knock the other man out, Its a good strategy to keep delivering blows to the head. I guess in those rich schools they didn't teach  you that repeated blows to the head, and more exactly to the lower  part of the skull, there cerabellum of the brain, will knock you out. The cerbellum is what controls some balance and what keeps you concsious, wait I'm sorry, What keeps you from passing out, what keeps you awake...get it

LK:Whatever!

JS:Bret with repeated stomps to the back of the head, good thinking on Brets part. Bret is now picking up The Commando...Yelling somthing obsecene, He set The Commando on the top rope.He follows to the second, has the Commando by the neck DDT, off the top rope...and maybe Commando has taken a licken' and stoped tickin'. Kross waits for the refs count

REF:One, Two, Three, Four, Five

JS:Commando back to his feet, bearly.

LK:Yeah he stands long enough to get plowed over by Kross and a clothsline  to the back of the head. Now Kross yelling You want my kinda match, You got it...

JS:Commando laid out on the mat, Kross demands the ref counts the ten.

REF:One, Two...

JS:Commado back up, Kross in the corner going crazy he doesn't know why Commando is not staying down, Kross back over to The Commando now, Full Arm Drag Twist...Kross with a head butt to the back of Commando's head.

LK:Good way to knock your self out!

JS:Commando, twists, flips and is out NO! Kross kicks him in the back of the head before he can reverse it completely. Commando is taking a royal beating. Commando struggling to his feet, Kross tosses Commando out the ring...Casey up on the apren to protest.

LK:Bad move...Kross has got a chiar now...and the ref is destracted! (Loud BANG of the Chair slaming against Commandos head - FAN POP!!!!)

JS:Ohhh, and Kross combashes Commando over the head, and thanks to Casey, his own maneger, the ref never saw it

LK:Yeah and Commando never SAW IT COMIN'

JS:Kross roles him back in the ring. Picks him up DDT...Kros calls for the ten count and the ref complies

REF:One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Ni...(stops for Commando On his knees)

JS:Commando up on his knees, Kross pulls him to his feet, and spins...BIG RIGHT HOOK TO THE JAW...Commando falls but just won't quit.

LK:Won't quit getting beat up!

JS:Commando on his knees, and he gets kicked right in the face, Kross turns him over and applies a reverse arm bar...Sitting on the back and wrenching that shoulder

LK:Plus making Commando support his weight plus Kross's weight.

JS:Commando flips and starts to turn this thing around for himself...role up, but the ref can't make a pin...Commando lets go and slides his knee under the back  of Kross, and yes, thats a Revrese Full Nelson...Kross slides out, slings his body behind Commando into a roll up, Commando slides out quick and grabs Kross into the ropes...Commando drops to the ground, Kross over top into the other ropes, he comes back leap frog

LK:Just HIT HIM!

JS:Kross back again and catches a big boot...Commando back to the submission offense, applying a Camel Clutch. The ref is checking on Kross, will he tap.

LK:Commando is taking this over in pure wrestling ability.

JS:Some real commentary by Liam Kennedy. Commando still holding this camel clutch, Kross not tapping, a "boring" chant his faintly heard, but heard. Commando releases...

LK:And Commando lets go of that Camel Clutch!

JS:Ohhh my gosh! Ladies and Gentlemen Color Comentator of the YEAR!

LK:Ha,Ha, Ladies and Gentlemen Stand Up Comic of the Year.

JS:But I'm sitting. Anyway, Commado sets up Kross, Textbook Vertical Suplex. Commando holding Kross in Mid air showing off his extreme power.

LK:Yeah, Commando can bench 20 pounds.

JS:You know thats not true.

LK:Sure its true, I saw him working out in the back and he had sixteen spotters.

JS:Thats all the comments we need from the Peanut Gallary.

LK:What the heck does that mean?

JS:SHUT UP! And Commando dros Kross down on the mat, with floot over and starts choking Kross...The Ref counts

REF:One, Two, Three, Four, Five...break the hold, you can't choke like that!

JS:A blatent choke by The Commando, Commando sends Kross into the ropes stiff clothsline sends Kross down to the mat hard. Kross being dominated badly here by lack of experance. Dealer now, picking up Bret...and laying him out with a text book double arm DDT.

LK:Why doesn't he just end it?!

JS:Not everyone is so (laughs) Smart as YOU! Sorry.

LK:Thank goodness we don't have people as DUMB as you running around. I'm much better when we have people like my self and Eddy Love!

JS:Why don't you go find EDDY in the back, Give my ears a rest

LK:you ever get tired of hearing you self?

JS:Do you?!

LK:No, not really, you YES!

JS:Anyways, back to the ring...Commando is working over Kross in the corner with rights and lefts, Kross drops flat on his face as The Commando backs away. Kross up, The Commando sets up Bret as if he was going to give him a side russian leg sweep. The Commando pushes Kross's head and shoulders downward and the commando falls forward,pinning the victim's shoulders to the mat.

LK:That was inovative.

JS:A complement out of Laim Kennedy...I can not belive it.

LK:Don't get use to it

JS:Commando pulls Kross to his feet, Sends Kross for the ride, and ohhh! Kross runs in to those Brass Knuckles..Kross down on the mat. Wait someone is coming down to the ring, who is that.

LK:I don't knw, but man...She's a Looker

JS:I will agree with that. But never the less who is she and what is she doing here. She is down in Caseys face, there yelling back and forth, And OHHH!

LK:Casey just got slapped

JS:And she's not taking kindly to it, Casey with a Slap of her own, and A CAT fight ensues, The ref and Commando both at the ropes tryin' to stop this, Kross is up, he turns around Commando and a kick to the gut gives him easy access to a 3/4 front face bulldogg commonly known as a stunner. Commando is out laying in the Corner. Bret up to his feet he maybe ready for that Half Crab.

LK:The ref is out side with those two woman still!

JS:Wait the crowd is on its feet, that usally mean someone...YES Justin Sane just hit the ring. Kross doesn't even see him. With a kick to the lower back he catches Kross...INSANIAC (Inverted Suplex into a Stunner)...Kross is down...Commando stiring in the corner he doesn't know what happened...Sane leaves the ring, Commando to his feet, and the ref coming back in the ring after stop the two lovly ladies...the ref counts One Two Three Four Five...No Commando picks up Kross...NOSE DIVE, and that just ads insult to injury, as the ref starts his count...

REF:One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten...Ring the Bell he is out

JS:As Commando wins this match a little unfairly...We will try to get some medical attention down here for Kross...stay tunes as up next we have the Franchise and the Icon in action.

The Winner: Commando


Stretcher Match

Mercenary vs. John "Ranger" Styles

Ground burst Explosions go off and the crowd jumps to their feet. Styles walks out from behind the curtain and makes a direct walk to the ring not looking to the left or the right.

Corporal Max Punishment is on the locketron.  He has a patch over his eye and two beautiful nurses by his side.  He's in the backstage area you can tell, but it's made to look like a hospital bed.

MAX: Styles, tonight when its all over, I'll be waiting for you

He motions to an empty hospital bed and laughs.  The lights go out, then the theme for Apocolypse Now plays, illumination flares go up lighting the arena and the Mercenary comes out with his boa wrapped around his body. 

JS: Just look at these two men, Liam. Rugged brawlers who look like they could each wrestle a tiger in place of one another.

LK: They are somewhat different in the way they approach each matchup, though. Styles is a technician, while Mercenary is more of a brawler. That should have an interesting role to play in this contest.

JS: There's the bell, and this one is underway. Both men circling the ring, each looking for the other to make a mistake. Mercenary with a lunge, but Styles moved. Mercenary was ready for it, though.

LK: These guys are just feeling one another out right now...seeing what the other man is going to do. They look like they're about to lock horns here, though. Yes, they lock up, but neither man can seem to get the advantage.

JS: Mercenary finally gets a leverage advantage now and pushes Styles back into the ropes. The referee is calling for a clean break, and Mercenary reluctantly gives him one. Styles fast out of the corner with a clothesline, Mercenary wasn't expecting that.

LK: Good move by Styles. Let's see if he can follow it up. Styles pulls Mercenary to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Mercenary ducks a clothesline attempt, and now another. Mercenary off the ropes for a third time...flying clothesline by Mercenary, and now he's pounding away on Styles' head!

JS: Mercenary picks him back up and irish whips him into the turnbuckles. Mercenary backing off...here he comes with a full head of steam...NO! Styles moved, and Mercenary went full force into that top turnbuckle with his left shoulder.

LK: Perhaps more important than that in itself is the fact that Styles knows it, and is going after the shoulder now, catching Mercenary in a full arm drag and twist. Series of elbows to the upper arm of Mercenary by Styles, but look at this! Mercenary with a roll and now he catches Styles with an arm-drag takedown!

JS: Mercenary back to his feet, but here comes Styles. Drop toehold by Mercenary, and now Mercenary switching positions and he has Styles in a side headlock on the canvas.

LK: Excellent technique being used by Mercenary, who is typically a brawler. But I wonder if that's a mistake, because he's venturing into an area that is more the expertise of Styles. Styles back to his feet, and he hits one, two elbows to the gut of Mercenary to break the hold.

JS: Styles runs to the ropes...hip toss by Mercenary, but Styles blocked it. Styles with a knee to the gut, and now a double arm DDT. Mercenary looks hurt, and Styles looks happy with himself.

LK: Yes, he certainly does, too bad he doesn't have what Merc has - the ability to do ANYTHING to win.

JS: Well Liam, I'm sure anything is in his possibilities - this is, after all, WAR Styles is calling for the stretcher, and the doctors are bringing it over. Styles rolling Mercenary towards it...OH! Mercenary suddenly popped up and nailed him with a right hand to the jaw. Another right by Mercenary, and Styles staggers back. Mercenary gets back to a verticle base...series of lefts and rights by Mercenary has Styles staggering back at an alarming rate.

LK: And the great Styles gets Ambushed for the first time tonight!

JS: And more trouble - Max Punishment is to the RING!

LK: Now this guy I'd like, if he wasn't such an overinflated ego.

JS: And you'd know lots about BIG egos Mr. Eddy Love Lover

LK: Sears...bite me.

JS: It's as if he's gotten his second wind, Liam. Mercenary with Styles to the ropes and runs against the opposite ropes...football tackle by Mercenary, and that one looked brutal to say the least! Mercenary's not done, though. He pulls Styles back to his feet and scoops him up for what looks to be a Tombstone piledriver, but Styles is kicking, and he flips it over! Styles has Mercenary positioned for it now, but Mercenary kicks, and flips it over again! This time Mercenary took no chances, though, and immidiatly planted Styles' head in the canvas.

LK: Mercenary calling for the stretcher, and it's already right there at ringside. He rolls Styles over and onto it now. And it looks like Mercenary has almost won this thing. Max Punishment urging him on, and Mercenary is pushing the stretcher up the aisle, and Styles isn't moving.

JS: Wait, Liam, who's that?

LK: Looks like Angelus to me - now there's a guy who NEVER cheats.

JS: It is! What's he doing here? Well, I guess we're about to find out. What's that stretcher attendant doing? He's got the heart difilibrator, and we can audibly hear it charging even from over here...OH MY! He just nailed Angelus with those shock pads from the heart difilibrator, and Angelus is out of it.

LK: Aw... the sniper was ambushed! No, Security is escorting that attendant to the back, but meanwhile, Styles has regained conciousness. I don't think Mercenary knows that though, as he's looking down at the form of Angelus. Styles from behind...he's got the Cobra Clutch on Mercenary!

JS: Mercenary is in trouble here. He's going to have to find a way out of this thing or he'll be dreaming shortly. Styles suplexes him, but he doesn't let go of the Cobra Clutch. Another suplex by Styles, and he still doesn't let go of the hold.

LK: I don't know how much more of this Mercenary can take. Another suplex by Styles, and Mercenary looks to be out cold. One more suplex while maintaining the hold for good measure, and finally Styles releases Mercenary.

JS: Styles puts Mercenary up on the stretcher and wheels him out. There's your winner, John RANGER Styles.

The Winner: John Styles