(The scene opens as we show a CROWD of people in a downtown Calgary park. THey are lined up, and sitting at the table is various MWC stars. Blair is there, signing autographs...he just makes certain that he changes white gloves after each poster. Love is there with Sweet Melissa on his lap. Deacon and Pestilence are signing side by side with the newcomer Exodus.)
V/O: What a week of excitement in Calgary. THe MWC hit this leg of our Northern Exposure tour to much fanfare, especially in this great city. THe MWC came and the MWC has taken over Canada...tonight, yet again with...

(Cut to Jim Sears and Liam Kennedy excitedly introducing the card as fireworks explode in this display of super excitement!)
JS: Welcome fans to Hostile Takeover in Calgary. Things have been crazy thusfar and they are bound to get MUCH weirder as we move into position for SUPERNOVA!!!!
LK: That's right Jim, we are moving quickly to that super Pay Per View and everyone is looking forward to seeing what will transpire there.
JS: ANd we CAN'T start tonight off without discussing a group of guys that have continuously shown themselves in the past few weeks, Manifest Destiny.
LK: Oh yeah, they are THE most dangerous group in the MWC's history.
JS: And the changes in the Mechanical Animals.
LK: Truly an 'odd' combination with Styles joining up with his hated rivals in Angelus and Sephiroth along with the newcomer ExE. I can't say I understand their logic, but Styles is a coup if I've ever seen one.
JS: And don't forget the BTR
LK: Sorry, already did.
JS: The BTR last week showed at full strength. Mark Vizzack, Eddie Dean, Deacon, and Pestilence. We haven't had this much alliance activity since the ill-fated 'Powers of Love on the Rocks' hit the MWC scene. It's TRULY an exciting time in the MWC..and tonight we have some exciting matchups for you.
LK: Starting with the newcomer Exodus against JR Styles in Round 1 of the TV tournament.
JS: Should be interesting to see what happens there. We also have our final Round 1 matchup with the veteran Angelus taking on relative newcomer, Brett Kross.
LK: Looks like it will be an MA day.
JS: Unless, the MD hit the scene - which they are! Tonight, K9 will face off with Justin Sane in a ...get this - CARIBBEAN SPIDER WEB MATCH!
LK: I think I may drop out for that one.
JS: THen you might as well stay gone when Eli Flair defends his Extreme title against Mercenary.
LK: Like you enjoy calling matches with Victor Creel.
JS: Anything's an improvement. and our Main Event...
LK: Eddy Love...Bryan Blair against Kevin Powers and Steve Radder - the blood feud resumes.
JS: what a main event that will...Here we go boys!
Victor Creel: Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention, I would like to welcomeone of the founding members of Jim Sears Big Time Rasslin, and one of thechief -- of the ongoing BTR campaign, ladies and gentlemen, here is The Extremist EddieDean!
[The crowd hushes, as the steady and almost inaudible bassline of Bombtrack begins to play. Gradually it builds until the first cymbal crash, from which the pyrotechnics set off, and Eddie Dean emerges from behind the curtain to an overwhelming,almost deafening face pop that drowns out the lyrics to the entrance song. Dean is dressed in a black leather motorcycle jacket and holds a trash can and the MWC Intercontinental belt over his head, as the crowd goes absolutely nuts. Rather than hisusual athletic gear, he is dressed in a pair of jeans, a BTR: Weve Been Banned shirt,and a pair of Oakleys, though he still has the two streaks of red paint runningdown bothcheeks. Two blue lights hang over head, and every time they cross for an X, the word eXtremist is spelled out with heavy emphasis on the X. Dean takes his time approaching the ring, slapping high fives and having fun with the crowd thataccepts himwarmly. Signs are shown all over the arena, encouraging their BTR hero on, as Dean takes time to acknowledge them. By the time Dean reaches ringside, Victor Creel is already breathless at the ovation which the crowd on hand has given for theirIntercontinental champion.]
Victor Creel: How ya doin there, Eddie?
Eddie Dean: Not bad myself. How bout you?
VC: Im fine, thank you. Eddie, it seems like the crowd is really behind you tonight.
[Dean looks up, drops his title belt and his trash can, leaps up on the nearest turnbuckle,and lets out an Ohhhhyeahhhhbabyyyyy! which the fans in attendance respond inkind.]
VC: As I was saying, it looks like the crowd is really behind you tonight!
ED: With every reason, because the BTR is now at full strength and our troopsare now ready to defeat JW Locke and conquer the MWC!
[huge fan reaction.]
VC: With respect to what you just said, I take it you're talking about Deacon and Pestilence apparently joining sides with yourself and Mark Vizzack in a campaign to win the MWC back for Jim Sears...
ED: You hit right on the money there, thats exactly what we plan to do! And you can be sure that JW is shivering in his office right now at the prospect of losing his beloved enterprise!
[Dean pauses briefly as he waits for the crowd to settle down.]
ED: JW Locke, your days are numbered. If I were you, Id enjoy every last one of my days as owner of the MWC, because sooner or later youve got to go![crowd pop]
ED: Were talking about a Hostile RE-Takeover, and it aint gonna be pretty for some of em rich folk like JW Locke and Liam Kennedy!
LK: Hey! Thats me!
JS: I suggest you hear out what Eddie has to say!
VC: Well, if youll excuse me, Eddie, I cant say that JW has been all that bad, you know.You do have to look at some of the good things that JW has done while hes been in office. Like look where hes taken this promotion, from a local independent based out of the backwoods state of West Virginia, hes expanded across the entire western hemisphere!
[crowd begins to warm up again as Dean begins to mock the kind words given to JWLocke.]
VC: And besides that, look at the roster situation. So many new competitor shavepoured into the MWC since Locke took over, boosting up the competition level of this league-- something that unfortunately cannot be said about the BTR of old.
LK: You hear that, Sears? Take that!
JS: Hush, I want to hear what Eddie has to say about this.
ED: (peering all around the audience) Creel, youve got a lot of guts, but you know what? I like that. Say what you will about JW Locke, oh how wonderful he is and all--just let me ask you, how much does he pay you to do these kinds of things anyway?
VC: (a look of mild embarassment sweeps across Creels face) He pays me enough, mind you, but thats not what were here to talk about!
ED: (grins a little before he can speak) Thats what I thought. But still, I think you give Locke more credit than he deserves. Yeah, hes got big bucks, and Jim Sears doesnt.Yeah, hes got youth, and Jim Sears doesnt-- sorry Big Jim. Yeah, hes got power, but that all will change sooner or later, because thats what were here for, to give JW the boot and restore things back to their natural order! Ooooohhhhhyeahhhhhh! [crowd pop]
VC: But how about expanding this promotion? Youre avoiding the question, Mr. Dean--
ED: Call me Eddie...
VC: Ill call you whatever I want! But what about the heights Locke has taken this promotion since he bought out Jim Sears? Dont tell me you liked competing in high school gyms all across West Virginia-- because I know you dont!
LK: Ha-ha! What do you have to say now, Sears?
ED: (removes his Oakleys and glances to the left, his mouth is left gaping wide open)You gotta problem with West Virginia?
VC: Not in particular, but I know you do!
LK: You know why birds fly upside-down in West Virginia, Sears? Because itain tworth ****tin on!
JS: You keep your mouth shut, son!
ED: This isnt about luxuries, and fancy hotels, and jam-packed audiences. The true-hearted wrestler gives one hundred percent no matter where he is, whether hes performing in a sold-out Madison Square Garden, or whether hes in a back yard with two or three people watching. Any time, any place, the Extremist is prepared to go EXTREME![huge fan pop]
ED: This is about tradition, something that Jim Sears has and JW has no clue about.Locke has money, but he doesnt know a thing about wrestling other than what he used to watch on TV as a kid. Im telling you as a man straight out of the business,theres a whole lot more to it than that! Yeah, Lockes taken us international and boosted the ratings through the roof, but hes lost a lot of the tradition involved in wrestling, he has destroyed the good ol days of this sport.
VC: But what do you care? Youre only in this for money. I know you Hollywood people well enough that I dont think that battered brain of yours has enough room to contain sentiments of tradition and undying loyalty!
ED: Hey, you watch yourself Creel. If I wanted to remain in Hollywood and hang it out on the sets of the stunt men, Id still be there right now. Right now Im here in the MWC participating in the sport that I truly love-- this is not about money because Ican rest assure you that I dont make nearly as much money as I do out on the set, but about desire, will, heart. Thats what a true athlete places above all other commodities!
JS: Yeah, tell them out, Eddie!
ED: JW is going to find out sooner or later that beyond making money in the short run,hes injuring the sport by his money-making efforts, but before he can discover that with the MWC, we, that is Mark, Deacon, Pesty, and myself, are going to run him out of here![huge crowd pop]
ED: Thanks for your time, Vic, but its time for me to go![Dean puts his shades back on as he turns around and retrieves his trash can. Bombtrack begins to play on the speakers, as the fans erupt and Dean walks backup the aisle to end this interview.]
(Cut to a shot of Jim Sears and Liam Kennedy sitting at the announcer's table.)
JS: Fans, we know where HE stands.
LK: A dangerous place, JW's toes.
JS: (exhales) Our first televised match is another first round match in the Television title tournament. It pits 'Ranger' John Styles against MWC newcomer, Exodus. Ranger comes into this match on a wave of controversy. He's joined Angelus and his gang in some way, all though, there still seems to some animosity between Styles and the other members of the group. Not much is known about Exodus but he does have one advantage going for him.
LK: Yeah, the lovely Mercedes Devon. But is that enough to offset Styles? He's like a Timex.
JS: We shall soon see Liam. Let's go up to the ring for the introductions.
(Cut to a shot of the ring announcer standing in the ring...)
RA: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match of the evening is a first round match of the MWC Television Title Tournament. Introducing first, standing 6'3 inches tall and weighing in at 245 ponds, here is Exxxxodusss!
(Exodus emerges through the curtains. He is wearing black tights with blue stripes and an X on the sides and black wrestling boots with silver lines on the borders. The ensemble is topped off with a blue Tommy shirt. He's escorted to the ring by the lovely Mercedes Devon who is radiant in a Versaci sequenced blue dress. They walk down the aisle glad-handing the fans and finally reach the ring. Exodus hops up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes for Mercedes as she enters the ring. Exodus does a few stretches as the ring announcer introduces his opponent...)
RA: His opponent hails from Fayetteville, North Carolina. He stands 6'5 inches tall and weights in at 263 pounds, here is the 'Ranger' John Stylesssss!
(JR Styles steps through the curtains as 'Purple Haze' by Jimmy Hendrix blasts over the airwaves of the PA system. He is wearing camouflage fatigue pants with black HI-TEC combat boots. The ensemble is topped off with a black T-shirt that has a picture of Styles' face encircled by the words 'The toughest SOB in the MWC', the words 'Mean and Nasty' are imprinted inside the circle above Styles' face. A purple spotlight illuminates Styles as he walks to the ring. He just ignores the fans that jeer him and likewise ignores the fans that cheer him. He climbs up onto the ring apron as ground burst simulators cook off underneath the ring.)
JS: Styles charges Exodus... oh, stiff right hand by Exodus catches Styles flush underneath the jaw... clothesline by Exodus knocks Styles to the mat... Styles back to his feet...atomic drop by Exodus...Exodus whips Styles into the turnbuckle...ouch; dropkick by Exodus caught Styles coming out of the corner and knocks him through the ropes.
LK: Styles has taken a lot of abuse in the early going but he'll never go down that easy.
JS: Styles is back in the ring...right hands by both men!
LK: Look at 'em go, Sears! Lord, they've each connected with several rights and lefts.
JS: Exodus just staggered JR with that uppercut...Styles ducks a clothesline...and delivers a clothesline of his own.
LK: Exodus' head knocked right off his shoulders, Sears! Look, Exodus has a busted nose. Lordy, we have blood! !
JS: Exodus has rolled to the outside and Mercedes Devon is checking on her charge.
LK: Mmmm, Mercedes Devon. You know, she's like a nice cold drink of lemonade on a hot summer's day. Sears, you still haven't told me what we're doing up here in Canada when we could be down in Miami.
JS: What? I'm trying to call a match here.
LK: And doing a fine job at it too.
JS: Exodus rolls back into the ring. Styles bounds off the ropes...Lou Thesz press! Look at Styles rain punches down on Exodus' face. Finally, the referee gets him off of Exodus.
LK: Mercedes Devon has hopped up onto the ring apron. She's distracting Styles!
JS: Exodus spins Styles around...kick to the gut...latches onto Styles - GERMAN SUPLEX! Exodus drops for a cover...1...2...Thr...
LK: No! Styles drapes his leg across the bottom rope moments before the three count! That was close, Jimbo!
JS: Jimbo? (exhale) Exodus in control now...staggers Styles with a right-left combo...swinging neckbreaker by Exodus.
LK: Styles is grasping for air, Sears. Is he finished?
JS: Exodus pulls Styles back to his feet. Whips the Ranger into the ropes...Exodus with a tilt-a-whirl backbrea...
LK: No! Styles counters with a DDT! How did he pull that one off?
JS: That was a great move! As Exodus spun him around, Styles latched on to Exodus head and drove it into the mat! Both men are lying on the mat trying to catch their breath. Referee's count is at 4...5...6...7...
LK: They both get to their feet at the same time! Exodus goes for a suplex...
JS: Styles counters with a T-bone suplex! Styles is on the offensive. Styles pulls Exodus to his feet...high vertical suplex by Styles.
LK: He held Exodus up for a long time, just adding to the impact.
JS: Styles drops a knee across the forehead of Exodus...Styles pulls Exodus to his feet and whips him chest first into the turnbuckle...
LK: Ranger Stomp! Styles just hit that dropkick he calls the Ranger Stomp!
JS: Exodus seems to be the one in trouble. Styles lifts Exodus onto the top turnbuckle...He sets him up for...SUPERPLEX! Styles with a superplex and goes for the cover...1...2...
LK: Exodus gets the shoulder up! Exodus barely got that shoulder up in the nick of time.
JS: Styles backs Exodus up into a corner...Knife-edge chops by Styles.
LK: They're not affecting Exodus!
JS: Reversal by Exodus! Exodus is now laying the chops to Styles! Styles slumps in the corner...Exodus climbing the buckle and laying the punches down - slobberknocker time!!!!1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8...
LK: OUCH!
JS: Styles with an inverted atomic drop!!
LK: He put that knee right in the jimmy!
JS: The jimmy?
LK: You know, why don't you play with my...
JS: (Drowning out Liam.) OK, Styles has pulled Exodus to his feet. Irish whip into the ropes by Styles...Savate Kick! Exodus just dropped like a rock!
LK: Styles is climbing the top turnbuckle. Exodus is back to his feet.
JS: Styles leaps...Styles connects with a spinning leg lariat.
LK: It caught Exodus right under the chin and sent him right back down to the mat.
JS: Sidewalk Slam by Styles. Styles with the cover...1...2...Exodus kicks out.
LK: Exodus showing he can take some punishment.
JS: Styles pulls Exodus back to his feet. Sends him for the ride...And clotheslines him out of the ring.
LK: Lookout, Styles is following him out.
JS: Styles pulls Exodus up and sends him into the security barrier.
LK: Did you hear Exodus' back pop on that one!
JS: Styles pounds Exodus' head into the ringpost...
LK: Reversal by Exodus! He just sent Styles into the ringpost!
JS: Styles is holding his head. He's bleeding! Exodus attacks Styles! Exodus picks up Styles...
LK: and drops him face first onto the ringsteps!
JS: Finally, the referee is out demanding both men get back into the ring. Exodus rolls JR back into the ring.
LK: What's this? Exodus is signaling that it's over!
JS: Exodus picks Styles up. Doubles Styles over with a punch to the gut...DDT! DDT by Exodus!
LK: It seems Styles was able to counter the full force of the move by getting his hands up before he hit the mat.
JS: Exodus pulls Styles to his feet. Drapes Styles arm over his head...Picks him up...
LK: EXILE! EXILE! Exodus just hit that suplex piledriver move he calls the Exile! It's over, Sears!
JS: I don't think he hit it quite right, looked more like Styles landed on his back more than his head. Exodus with the cover. Referee in position...1...2...Thre...
LK: WHAT! Styles just kicked out! Oh, my God! Styles just kicked out! I was told nobody has ever kicked out of that move!
JS: Exodus can't believe it! He looks like he knows what went wrong... shaking his head... Exodus with a Boston crab! Styles seems sluggish! Referee over to check on Styles!
LK: We've got problems!
JS: What?
LK: Here comes the Mercenary.
LK: Styles waves off the ref and his eyes meet the approaching Mercenary!
JS: Mercenary is backing off...heading back to the back? What was that all about?
LK: I thought he'd went with the Mechanical Animals...what IS with the Mercenary?
JS: We won't know for now I guess. Styles makes it to the ropes to break the hold. Styles rolls to the outside.
LK: Exodus follows him out.
JS: Exodus sends Styles into the ringsteps again! Wait!
LK: Sears, Exodus is calling for the Exile OUTSIDE THE RING!!!!
JS: I think he's determined to do it perfectly this time, and with a much more dangerous result either way!
JS: Exodus drapes Styles' arm across his head Picks him up
LK: Styles blocked it! Styles blocked it!
JS: Front layout suplex by Styles
LK: Onto the security railing! Again, Styles makes a comeback. You're gonna have to kill that man to keep him down!
JS: Styles is bleeding from a nasty gash in his forehead. Exodus' nose is pouring blood as both men are laying on the floor trying to catch their breath.
LK: Mercedes over to check on her charge. She picks him up and rolls him back into the ring.
JS: Referee's beginning to count Styles out!
LK: Wait, Angelus has hopped over the security railing and is picking Styles up!
JS: Angelus rolls Styles back into the ring at the count of nine! Exodus is waiting for him. Exodus is putting the boots to Styles! Exodus drags Styles back to his feet Nice go-behind by Exodus Exodus sets Styles up for a German suplex
LK: Styles drops down with a toe hold!
JS: Nice reversal from Styles there, but...Exodus back up
LK: You know what Styles is after here...
JS: Styles with a Cobra Clutch! He's setting him up for
LK: RANGER SLAM! RANGER SLAM! Styles with that Cobra Clutch Slam!
JS: Styles with the cover! 1 2 Thre
LK: No! Exodus kicks out! Both men have had a lot taken out of them tonight!
JS: Styles lying on the mat exhausted. Exodus gets to his feet and levels Styles with a clothesline. Exodus climbs the buckles Styles gets back to his feet and turns around
LK: Double axehandle by Exodus! Styles just crumpled!
JS: Exodus picks Styles up. He's calling for the Exile for a third time! Has it locked
LK: LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW! Styles with a low blow!
JS: No doubt desperation move there - he'd never have survived another.
LK: Says you.
JS: Styles picks him up gut-wrench style!
LK: RANGER DRIVER! RANGER DRIVER!
JS: Styles just hit his finisher! That gut-wrench face slam! Styles with the cover! 1 2
LK: THREE! Styles got 'em!
JS: Indeed, Styles got the three count as Exodus kicked out but it was a fraction of a second too late.
RA: Here is your winner, 'Ranger' John Stylesss!!!!
JS: Hang on a minute! Don't go anywhere! Angelus and the Mechanical Animals have hit the ring!
LK: Devon rolls here man out of the ring! Smart move! Styles is on his feet! What's he doing?
JS: Styles rolls to the arena floor and throws the timekeeper out of his chair!
LK: Sears, he's throwing the chair to Angelus! What's going on here? What is Styles screaming?
JS: He's screaming you want justice then hit me! Angelus passes the chair to Sephiroth. Styles is yelling at Seph, telling him to hit him!
LK: Is Styles nuts?
(Two loud cracks sound above the crowd noise.)
JS: Good God! Sephiroth just cracked Styles in the head with that chair, twice! Styles is down!
LK: Sears, Styles is back on his feet! Sephiroth is passing the chair to ExE!
(CRACK!)
JS: ExE has just cracked Styles with the chair. Styles is down! The only thing holding him up is the ring ropes!
LK: Sears, he's covered in blood!
JS: I guess its Angelus' turn. This is sickening!
LK: Hey, Styles called it tough love, baby!
JS: Angelus drops the chair! He just dropped the chair!
LK: He's picking Styles up! Styles is unconscious!
JS: There leaving! Angelus has Styles over his shoulder and is carrying him out of the ring! There heading through the curtains.
LK: If that was initiation into the club then Styles paid about four years worth of dues on that one!
JS: So Styles advances to the next round of the tournament. It will be interesting to see what kind of shape Styles will be in for the next round.
DARK MATCH
Skull & Bones vs. X's
The Xtreme started the match off quickly against Bonecrusher. These 2 teams seem to have a bit of anomosity toward each other, and it showed quickly with a clothesline, dropkick, spinning heel kick from Xtreme. Xtreme tagged in the giant - Xtra who hit the ring with equally amazing force. Whipping Bone into the ropes and then a Sidewalk slam that shock the ring! A giant suplex later and Bone was in SERIOUS trouble. The X's used the referee to keep Bone from making the tag. Each time he'd get to the corner, they'd get the refs attention just as the tag was made. An infuriated Bonecrusher grew more and more indignant with the outcome of this situation. The X's went for their finisher..and that's when EVERYTHING boiled over! Skullsmasher hit the ring and immediately nailed Xtra in the knee with a chop block on the big man, Xtra. The referee tried to restore order, but it was to no avail as this degraded quickly. The referee tried to forcibly seperate Skull from the ring, but instead of getting him out, he got an errant elbow for his efforts. Calling for the bell, the ref gave the DQ victory to the X's...but I'm willing to bet this is FAR from over!
DARK MATCH
"The Crippler" Cameron Cruise vs. "the Hard One" Randy Harders
In what had been destined to be THE technical match of the night, the veteran Cruise faced off with the former MWC tag champ - Harders. They locked up with a variety of move/counter-move that dazzled the TRUE wrestling fan. No fireworks or highflying here, just straight Technical prowess in the ring. Harders got control with a Inverted Suplex and took the match for a good 5 minutes wearing down on Cruise, but just as quickly, Cameron went into the ropes and snatched the match's momentum with a Picture Perfect swinging neckbreaker. Cruise maintained wearing down the re-newcomer with a myriad of holds. In a headlock, Harders got to his feet and was able to complete a belly to back suplex. With both men lying on the mat the announcer called for 14 minutes in this 15 minute matchup, Harders popped up first with enthusiasm. He nailed 3 European uppercuts and an irish whip to the turnbuckle. It was reversed and a elbow by Cruise. Cruise went for a vertical suplex, but a block by Harders - a beautiful vertical suplex and then Randy called for his finisher. NAILING it and surprising not only Mercedes, but stunning her charge...the 1...2...RING RING RING - Time Limit draw for this GREAT matchup!
JS: Welcome back fans...we are getting ready to continue the Television tournament...next up is Angelus against Brett Kross.
LK: Hold up Jim...
(cue up "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns & Roses, the fans stand up to boo. The Commando walks from behind the curtains with Casey at his side. Commando wheres tan camouflage pants and a black shirt, and he carries a microphone in his hand. Commando has a serious look on his face.)
Jim Sears: Commando, uncharacteristically just WALKING down the rampway. No pyro, no falling from the rafters, no coming out of the crowd, no bang what so ever. I can't say I'm happy to see him though.
Liam Kennedy: where's the shock? I'm used to being surprised whenever I hear "Welcome to the Jungle" in an MWC arena. Where's the surprise?
Jim Sears: at the bottom of the box, Commando looks some-what serious, but I'm not as gullible as the average fan. I'm not buying into Commando's ruse.
(The Commando is in the ring, and so is Casey. Commando is looking down sadly, and tapping the mic onto his forehead. It's a few minutes before he finally speaks.)
The Commando: as most of you know, I am not a gimmick, I was really in many "combat situtations", what you see is what you get. I have served in many places throughout the world some for the greater good and some....well lets just say it wasn't for the greater good, and I have gained a great deal of respect for one man well. Even though I could be put in jail for somewhat breaking the "Code of Conduct" because much of what I am about to say could be considered illeagal, and is still classified. During Operation "Just Cause" in Panama, in the airport fiasco, that followed do to poor planning but those genuses' up on the Hill. But I was on my way through the town of Panama City extracting cause the whole operation had gone to hell, and out of no where one of our so called "state of the art": Stealth Bombers drops a smart bomb right on my ass, no allies in site, and along comes non-other than a man simply known as Merc. takes my half dead ass to saftey. when I got back home I punched out many of the people who were responciable for the airport disaster and the dropping of the bomb. But like I said I gained respect for a man we all know as Merc. I never really saw him after that until a few years later, in a little something called "Desert Storm" maybe you heard about it, you know those smart bombs we had that were so well covered on CNN, well it was ME on the gound making all those hits possible. Obviously I must have been a little better at it than those assholes who handled it in Panama. When all of a sudden another team who had been doing the same was discovered and was trying to make a break for it, this was in the outskirts of Baghdad and nothing much was there accept a Nuclear Test Lab and desert. Well seeing this, we couldn't just let them die, many of them were wounded but still fighting,so my team and I got out of our reconnisane fox-hole and proceeded to blow away all attackers, and it just so happens that one of those men who was in that team was Merc. so you could say that I returned the favor he granted to me about 3 years before. But don't get me wrong this is LIGIT, and many people have been staking claims that Manifest Destiny is UNTRUSTOWRTHY.....
Jim Sears: that's an understatement.
Liam Kennedy: let the man speak Jim.
(Mercenary's music starts to play and he walks down to the ring a little uncertain but finally makes it to the ring)
The Commando: You see Merc. you and me..... we are cut from the same cloth, we are the same kinda people. You practially saved my life in Pananma, and I would just like to extend my gratitude to you for saving my **** back there. I hope we can become partners, and tear up the tag-team scene together.
Mercenary: You want me to join MD? That is an honor, however, the Merc trusts no man only green. Here's the deal, when you have an obstacle, pay me the money and I'll take him out! You need help, I'll be there. No MD shirt, no stable for the....great Mercenary, only money. This deal goes one way and one way only, I'll help MD out when they want someone eliminated. As for me, I'm looking to take the Extreme Title from the soon to be extinct Eli Flair. I must do it alone, I must prove to myself that I can take out Flair and if I don't get it done on my own then MD can come out and inflict more pain on me, better than that, I will help MD free of charge if I can't beat Flair.....evil laugh....I don't do sh*t for free.
(just then K-9 and Lone Wulf make their way down to the ring, Mercenary doesn't know what to make of this)
Jim Sears: Whats going to happen?!
(Mercenary kinda steps back, Lone Wulf reaches to his back pocket and Mercenary jumps back. A Shirt is pulled out, and held up high, listening to the Heel Crowd POP. Then as it dies down some, it is tossed towards Mercenary. He hesitates then looks down at the t-shirt proclaiming in Blue 'Manifest Destiny' Lone Wulf, K-9, and all leave the ring leaving Mercenary in a confused state. And as they leave the ring, Lone Wulf gets REALLY close to a camera remarking 'Told you its free if you shoplift', and they leave as One Nation plays aloud.)
Jim Sears: have the SICK, SADISTIC, Manifest Destiny has taken on ONE MORE MEMBER!!! We'll be back momentarily...shew what a night!
(cut back to ringside as...)
LK: Where is Kross, he's supposed to already be out here?
JS: I'm not sure, but Angelus is jumping ahead and entering first anyway...
The lights in the arena fade as candles lit along the ailse begin to flicker, an eerie green glow fills the arena and a huge omega symbol appears on the Lockettron. The words Mechanical Animals appear then the name Angelus begins to flicker all around the screen as "Dead to the World" by Marilyn Manson begins to play. Angelus and Buffy(Discord) come out to a mixed reaction. Angelus holds the ropes letting Buffy(Discord) in the ring and then goes through the second rope. Angelus removes his cape and rapier handing them to Buffy as she exits the ring. Angelus looks around at the crowd and grins evilly.
JS: Interesting entrance for Angelus who earlier had Styles BEAT DOWN for some insane reason...what? What's going on in the back?
(Cut to the back where Kross has just padlocked the door that has the words "Mechanical Animals" on it...he then rushes out to the ring...Cut to normal cameras as Kross makes his way to the ring with no pomp and circumstance.)
JS: And they're off! Kross nails Angelus with a Clothesline that sends the lithe Angelus to the mat. Angelus back up and Kross puts him in an Armbar.
LK: He's in a hurry it seems, must need to sign more papers.
JS: I hope that's not on his mind or he's a dead man in there with the wily veteran. Into the ropes and Angelus with the leapfrog and DDT!!!!! He sits up smiling and showing those CANINES!
LK: What the MD are hitting the ring again?
JS: His 'teeth'
LK: Sorry, I've been looking forward to them.
JS: What happened to Love and Blair and the Lunar Express?
LK: I have more to look forward to now.
JS: Angelus follows that up with a Thrust Kick to Kross' throat and he sends Brett to the outside.
LK: Look out, here comes Buffy - Savate Kick to the back of Kross' head! She's a ... (quietly) has (normal tone now) true assets. She sends Kross back into the ring.
JS: ANgelus on top of him now - ROUNDHOUSE KICK!...Measuring him - Standing Moonsault! Great move by Angelus!
LK: He ... I mean - SHE is looking good tonight.
JS: Nothing new there...quite the looker Buffy Discord is.
LK: What is with that change anyway?
JS: Angelus has continued to get darker as the weeks have progressed, my guess is Buffy's 'stagename' change has something to do with it.
LK: This guys ARE weird.
JS: And proud of it - Irish Whip and Kross coming back...Back body drop - NO, Kross with a backslide...can he get Angelus over...YES - 1...2...KICKOUT!
LK: Close call there.
JS: You bet, I think I seen Discord sweat there.
LK: I can make her sweat...
JS: What? With your breath?
LK: Not funny.
JS: (Snicker) I thought it was...Angelus to his feet first and he sends down with a Bulldog headlock! Angelus bounds into the ropes - Legdrop to the back of Kross' head. Angelus putting Kross on the top rope - DDT OFF THE TOP - Cover - 1...2...KICKOUT Close call there!
LK: Angelus not holding anything back...looking good ...for a freak.
JS: Irish WHip and Angelus drops down for a Back Body drop -
LK: BAD MOVE - Kross goes right back to a backslide...pulling, can he get Angelus down again?
JS: LOW BLOW!!!! What a surprise...and look at that evil smile, I think he planned that one!
LK: I think you're right. Angelus has Kross - PILEDRIVER!!!!!
JS: We have a cover - 1...2...KICKOUT! Angelus irate and he sends Kross to the outside.
LK: He's following him out as Buffy gets in the refs face, this CAN'T be good.
JS: No...PILEDRIVER! Angelus not finished yet, DDT!!!!!!
LK: Here comes the ref to break this one up.
JS: LOOK OUT! Kross reversed a whip and sent Angelus straight into the referee who hit his head at our table.
LK: Cool thud.
JS: Please, he's not meant for action like that.
LK: It was still a cool thud.
JS: Angelus turns around - SENT INTO THE STAIRS!!!!
LK: He's just leaning against the stairs dazed - GOOD LORD!
JS: Buffy with a kick to the back of Kross' head...uh-oh.
LK: He wouldn't...
JS: HE DID! Kross grabs Buffy by the hair and sends her sprawling on top of Angelus and over the stairs...she ain't gettin' back up!
LK: No kidding, but neither is the ref!
JS: Kross taking the match back to the inside of the ring. Angelus leg seems to be hurt some...he's limping. No mind though because Kross sends him to the corner - CLOTHESLINE.
LK: Angelus seems to be truly stunned, so much for his 'powers'.
JS: I'd watch it Liam...whether he's a vampire or not is beside the point, he can still kick your backside like a mule to a farmer.
LK: And twice as stubborn.
JS: Angelus whiped into the ropes - BOOT to the midsection - POWERBOMB!!!! Kross in full form now, and here comes a replacement ref! Kross heading to the top rope - SPLASH - 1...2...KICKOUT by Angelus!
LK: Close call there...Buffy still out.
JS: Kross has Angelus on his shoulders...I think it's POWERSLAM time!
LK: Angelus holding the top rope...eye rake...Angelus gets his balance - FLYING DROPKICK OFF THE TOP!!!!
JS: Kross staggered with that one and ...he rolled to the outside and Angelus close behind.
LK: What's the ref doing?
JS: Not coming out for one thing...I think he doesn't want to end up like the last ref. He's counting to 10. Angelus smashes Kross' face into the table as the ref's count continues...Angelus places KROSS ON THE TABLE - he's going onto the top rope.
LK: At least that breaks the count.
JS: THe ref is continuing the count though...what's going on?
LK: MOONSAULT BY ANGELUS!
JS: NO, Kross moves and Angelus through the table!!!! Kross rolls in the ring.
REF: 8....9.....10!!!!!
JS: Kross wins by a countout! Unbelievable! The ref raises his hand and Kross...he just past out!!!!!! Fans, we gotta go to break!
DARK MATCH
ExE vs. "Daredevil" Mark Vizzack
The Mechanical Animals again showed their guts in the MWC. In ONE night, two members was going for the TV title, another fought a former #1 contender in the MWC AS WELL AS a former OWA World champion in Pestilence, and the youngest member went against a current "co-#1 contendor", former BTR WOrld Champion, & CSWA World Champion. ExE was that member and he showed skills beyond his years in the MWC. This was BY FAR the most interesting development of the undercard as THe MA proved their mettle. The other strange part of this particular matchup, was the absense of Sunshine Del Payne in Vizzack's corner. Sunshine was in a car accident and unable to attend the match with through Vizzack off his game. ExE took full advantage and went to work on a distracted Vizzack. With powerful Powerbombs and other such moves, ExE staggered Vizzack. The match went completely his way...at least until Sunshine made it through the curtain to an electrifying fan response! She was bandaged and hurt, but made her way to ringside cheering for Mark. He responded, but ExE's manager allowed for ExE to slip in a cheapshot. An Irish whip to the ropes, but Vizzack spun around and latched on a crucifix pinning combination for the 1...2...3
JS: Welcome back fans from the break. With Round 1 of the Television tournament out of the way, things should pick up nicely with Mercenary and Commando facing off next week in Round 2 along with Brett Kross and JR Styles.
LK: Great 1st round action, and I KNOW it'll continue!
JS: Count on that...now we need to cut to the back where...
(Camera cuts to the back where ExE is whispering to the camera. Around the corner walks Maxwell Punishment who is IMPLANTED with a skull to the face.)
JS: What was that about?
LK: I don't know, but it WAS pretty funny.
JS: ExE going after Max who manages BOTH Mercenary and Dr. Destructo...should be interesting to see what happens from that. We're ready for our next matchup...let's get to the ring!...what? Something ELSE!!!!????!!!!
(Cut to the back as Lone Wulf stands smiling in front of the camera. He's in front of a door marked for "Randy Harders" and opens it...
Lone Wulf: Randy! Whats up man. Welcome back!
(Randy readys him self for a brawl)
LW: Ohh calm down! Were thrown you a party. Come on in boys!
(Commando and K-9 walk into the room. Commando and Casey are pushing a HUGE cake on wheels. They maike there way into the room. Randy puts himself between them and his wife.)
LW: Randy, we thought we would give a a nice WELCOME BACK PARTY!!
(All 3 members grab Randy as Casey pushes the cake. They come through the curtain and forcibly take Randy down to the ring.)
Commando: Hey, hit the confetti!
(Confetti drops from the ceiling all over the ring and ring side area. K-9 makes his way behind Harders and leans against the corner.)
LW:We knew you would enjoy it! Here read the cake out loud. (They move Randy to the cakeand LW holds the mic to his mouth.)
LW: What...you don't want to read it?
RH: ****!
LW: Alright, I'll read it for you. Welcome BACK! But Watch Your'z...Huh? (Randy turns around and K-9 clocks him in the head with a for arm smash. He stumlbes back and they nail him with the cake. He drops like a 100 pound weight.)
JS:Somthing smells fishy!
LK:Ohh Sorry!
JS:Not YOU! No one drops that Hard from a cake and the peice of cardboard it sits on...
(The rest of the cake is droped on him. Lone Wulf runs his index finger across the card board. Then licks his finger.)
Lone Wulf:HMMM! Thats REALLY good. Casey how did you make that?!?
Casey:Well, first a little flour, then some yeast and a little bit of suger. Then you put on you frosting.
Lone Wulf:Well thats REALLY good.
Casey:Wait, NO I forgot, you have to put in the 5 pound, 4 inch thick steal strip.
(As she says that Commando picks up a large metal bar type thing.)
Lone Wulf: Hey you need plenty of iron! Hit it BOYS!
(Cue Up-(Bop Gun)One Nation by Ice Cube a George Clinton)
Lone Wulf: Oh...and you should play our advertisement now...I SAID NOW!
JS: What is this tonight?
LK: Crazy is what this is!
JS: Well, looks like time for the latest Manifest Destiny commercial.
Announcer: Now, for the new San An's Best Promo....
(the screen shows in sentence in white with a black background, the voice reads it aloud.)
Voiceover: this has been stolen from the CSWF airwaves by S.A.B. San An's Best, stealing for you.
(screen cuts to Lone Wulf and K-9 against a San An's Best background)
K-9: (in phony TV voice.) gee, that's a nice new San An's Best t-shirt, Lone Wulf.
Lone Wulf: (in same voice as K-9.) why thank you K-9.
K-9: how come I don't got one of these phat new t-shirts.
Lone Wulf: you do K-9, your wearing it.
K-9: (looking down.) oh, how do I get one?
Lone Wulf: you do, K-9, your wearing it.
K-9: but how can I get one if I didn't have one?
Lone Wulf: but you have one.
K-9: but if I DIDN'T have one, how could I get one?
Lone Wulf: OH, you can get it for free if you shoplift.
(the lights rattle around, as the producer crashes into the scene. the underpaid old bald CSWF producer crashes the scene.)
Producer: NO, NO, NO!!! YOU CAN'T PROMOTE SHOPLIFITNG ON A FAMILY SHOW!!
(the producer turns to the camera and says in his best TV voice "19.95 at your local retailor." he quickly turns to K-9 and Lone Wulf.)
Producer: (no longer in his best TV voice.) YOU IDIOTS!!
Lone Wulf: (no longer in TV voice.) what'd I do? What'd I do?
(K-9 struggles to get his arm high enough to put it around Lone Wulf's show and he walks Lone Wulf off of the stage.)
K-9: (no longer in TV voice.) come on, it'll be alright
(Lone Wulf keeps asking "what I'd do?".)
(a screen pops up showing the T-Shirt minimized, with the telephone number reading "1-800-STEAL-SAB". along with all the pricing, credit cards, and all that good junk. then the camera pops back to Lone Wulf and K-9 walking back to their dressing room.)
Lone Wulf: what'd I do, I just don't get it. that's how we got our stuff as kids.
(the screen shows in sentence in white with a black background, the voice reads it aloud.)
Voiceover: this has been stolen from the CSWF airwaves by S.A.B. San An's Best, stealing for you.
Lone Wulf: (as voiceover.) WHAT'D I DO?
(cut back to Jim and Liam)
JS: More classic work by Manifest Destiny...this is getting REAL old.
LK: Says you!
JS: And, if you aren't SICK of these demented guys...it's time for K9 and Justin Sane!
JS: Well here we go, this next one is a Carrabean Spider Web Match! Hardcore Rules with two sides of the ropes rapped in barbwire. Lets go to the ring.
(...Justin is followed by three stage hands all wearing blue jump suits, and gloves carrying boards covered in Barbwire. The come in the ring, he insructs them to lay them in the corners. And he asks for a house mic)
Justin: Back in Japan, with all the squinty eyed moutha's, we had a match called BARBWIRE BUMBS! Since you went ahead and signed it as a Carrabean Spider Web Match, AND said we could bring our weapons...I brought mine!!
(Cue Up Hit 'Em Up by Tupac Shakur f/ The Outlawz)
RA: And his opponent, from San Antonio, Texas! Weighing in tonight at Two Hundrad and Sixty Nine Pounds! Accompnied by Manifest Destiny! One of the Charter Members of the orignal MD, he is the Inovator Of Insanity, and in many cases...The Inovator of Extreme! He is Kayyyyyyy-Ninnnnnne!
(K-9 walks out with LW, Commando, and Casey. Lone Wulf has a mic, they stop on the ramp way.)
Lone Wulf: Jus'! Hows your neck?! Since you want to bring out board wrapped with barbwire, talking of Barbwire Bumbs! Spitten' lies of Hardcore Action in Japan...Mr. Nine has his own...WEAPONS! Gentlemen if you would!
(5 Stage hands pushing big plastic wheel barrel type things, filled with goodies and such. You can see a golf club, a shovel atable and few oter little things. They leave them in differnt areas of the ring side area and Hit 'Em Up kicks ack up and K-9and MD make there way to the ring.)
JS: Well K-9 and Justin both brought weapons of choice...K-9 a LITTLE more than Justin Sane BUT...LK: BUT...this is going to be cool as h3ll!
JS: Yeah, whatever. Well, K-9 making his way into the ring now, and...
LK: Theres the bell! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! K-9 better live up to his other matchs.
JS: I'm sure he will BUT, he has a young force to be reconded with. Ok, well they circle each other, K-9 backs off to through his jacket to Lone Wulf, and the circling contuies.
LK: Do somthing!
JS: Lock up, they must have heard you. Justin into the non-barbwire ropes, he comes back K-9 swings he misses. Justin back, K-9 with a back kick. Turns, DDT! K-9 with a quick cover, and NO count what-so-ever. Justin is pulled to his feet. Sent into the ropes, come back with a drop kick.
LK: Ok...this is terrible!
JS: Well it might get good, Commando tosses a Golf Club in there, intented for K-9 but Justin intersepts, pulling K-9 to his feet completely, and OHH! Clocks him with the club!
LK: Hit 'Em UP!!!(luaghs)
JS: Its bent but not broken, K-9 not awere that he is pulling himself up on one of the two barbwire wrapped ropes.
LK: As he does, that golf club SPLITS his wig!
JS: Ohh and it cracks and goes flyin! K-9 is bloodied up already. I'm not sure from the club or from the barbwire. I do know his hands are bleeding from the barbwire. Justin picks him up, and with a few hits starts to wrap K-9 up in that barbwire.
LK: This ought to be cool!
JS: Justin leaving the ring, well leaving to the apren to grab..whats in his hand?! Looks like a Boom Box/Cd Player. It is!
LK: This is going to be good!
JS: Well, I don't know, K-9 is slipping out of those ropes.
LK: BUT! Justin doesn't know that!
JS: Justin charges with a head of steam...K-9 stands, BACK BODY DROP! Justin flips COMPLETLY over the ropes, and LANDS in one of those Trash Cans! Ohh my! K-9 getting up to his feet, slowly but surely! K-9 pulling him self up on top of the ropes...
LK: This will be defintatly cool! JUMP! JUMP!
JS: He ain't up top yet! K-9 drags himself up to the middle rope, Justin's hand can be seen grabbing onto the trash can trying to pull himself out. K-9 is up to the very top now, trying to keep his balance...K-9 off the top BIG SPLASH into the trashcan!
LK: Ohh MAN!!!!
JS: Wha...What you say!?! You can't cuss on this show, my momma is watchin' this you know! You can't say those type of things! This is a famliy TV show, we have over 20 million viewers, some SMALL children and woman!
LK: Small Woman?
JS: You know what I mean!
LK: Sorry! Calm down. Shouldn't you be commentating?
JS: DON'T! Tell! Me! How! To! Do! MY! JOB!
LK: Ok, Ok...it will be alright, I pormise.
JS: Ladies and Gentleman, I would like to appoligize for the behavor of my fellow Commentator, and for myself, for not doing my job, lets get back to the match...
LK: Sounds good.
JS: SHUT UP!!!
LK: Ok...
JS: Sorry, now...niether K-9 or Justin Sane have YET to come out of that trashcan. Usually when Lone Wulf entervenes himself I say somthing, but this time, I think maybe its good since the ref is NO WERE close to the ring, trying to keep from getting hurt. Lone Wulf peeking in...and. BACKS AWAY QUIKLY!
(K-9's head pops out of the can, falling over the edge and out of the can laying on the ground. Lone Wulf trys to pull him to his feet, his face covered in blood and almost blinded, he pushes him off sliding in the ring.)
JS: K-9, I'm not sure if he knew who he was pushing but...he did. He is back in the ring and Justin is baraley standing in the can.(K-9 running then grabing the ropes, sling shotting himself to the outside into the can, Justin catchs him, using his momentom Justin throws K-9 into the crowd. Justin then falls over and out of the can holding a ball bat.)
LK: WOW! That was cool!
JS: Well, K-9 is now laying in those two hundred dollar seats, and on those people laps as Justin follows into the crowd.
LK: K-9 is liven up! K-9 is up...OHHH Justin NAILS HIM! Ohhh! The bat shattered! The bat shattered! Wait no that was a beer.
JS: K-9 and Justin falling back over the railing, K-9 leaning up against the apren...Justin swings that bat NO! K-9 ducks, the bat hits the bottom rope, comes back and JUSTIN CLOCKS HIMSELF! Justin falls to the ground! K-9 stumblin to the nearest can, diggin in he pulls out a Computer Keyboard? Of ALL things, a keyboard! Justin pulling himself up on the apren...and K-9, NAILS Justin Sane with that Keyboard, and it shatters EVERYWHERE!!
LK: This match is GOT to be one of the greats...
JS: K-9 rolls Sane back in the ring, following he slides in. Justin is pulled to his feet and thrown into the corner. The only one with no barbwire board in it. He hits the corner hard, sliding trying to keep his balance he cuts his hand on the barbwire rope. K-9 charges and, NO Justin ducks and pulls the waist band of K-9, K-9 falling into the barbwire and OHHH! His biceps just got cut in half! It is slit down the middle! That is dicusting! Liam did you see that? Did you...Laim? Laim?! Damn it! You ALWAYS do this! You always Black out! Someone get Victor out here! Hurry up.
(K-9 is laying on the mat holding his arm as Justin moves to the outside throwing weapons in the ring. K-9 ripping off his "Event Staff" t-shirt tieing it around his cut arm. Justin comes in the ring picking up K-9, draggin him to his feet and the *CRACK* nailing him with the playstation as it splits everywere. K-9 STILL pulling himself back up on the barbwire ropes, he is up, Justin sends him in the ropes, k-9 reverse and send in Justin, as the crowd cheers on Justin he grabs the ropes to stop him self. He turns to the crowd to boost and recieve cheers. As he does so, I-O-I runs from ehind, hopping on his back locking on the TAP OUT he trys to make Justin fall to the ground for the full effect, Justin stumbles to the corner, and then finally falls but on the barbwire board. K-9 with NO shirt on has barbs JUT into his back as Justin struggles to his feet.)
JS: Ok, we finally cleared out Liam, and Victor is making his way to the ring now. But for now I'm on my own. K-9's back is bloodied from the barbs sticking into his back, blodd roles down staining his pants, as his one time protege Justin Sane pick up anouther barbwire covered board to drop on top of his one time Trainer/Mentor. He drops it...NO!! K-9 moved, thank the lord! Justin has been bleeding for awhile but now it is dripping down to his cheast and in his eyes...
VC: I miss anything?!
JS: Don't ask!
VC: Well, I guess I'll jump right into it! K-9 is really messed up but Justin don't look that great. Justin has a singapore cane there he picked up somewhere, and swings at K-9, he roles, Justin swings he roles, Justin swings he roles and this time is on the outside of the ring. K-9 grabs a curtain rod? He grabbed a curtain rod?! Well, he takes it bak in, Justin swings, K-9 blocks
JS: Justin swings again, once again K-9 blocks, Justin swings...K-9 ducks, jab to the gut by the Inovator of Insanity. Cracks that rod over the back of Justin Sane, grabs him by his belt sending him outside the ring!
VC: There on the outside now! K-9 and Justin battling with rights and left, rights and lefts!
(In the brawl one of the camras is hit and goes lurry but you can make out to figures brawluing and hear Jim and Victor)
JS:We seemed have lost our camra, but we will keep annoucing! K-9 and Justin brawling threw the crowd...(all you can here is fuz, it comes back in) over by the entrance(back to fuz, a new camra cuts on on the oter side, you can now see K-9 and Justin Sane over by the entrance way but off to the side, almost backstage. K-9 has barbwire wrapped around his chest and body. Justin is on the ground being pulled back up.)
VC: Justin picked back up...K-9ER!!! Ohh on the cement!
JS: Sane being picked up, and put on that table! K-9, what is he doing?!! He is taking that barbwire off of himself and tieing it around the table and Justin. Justin is stuck he struggles but he just slightly cuts his arms.
VC: Were is K-9 going?! K-9 walking off screen there...I don't know were he went. (Camra view switchs up towards a 15 foot high balcony) THERE IS K-9!! Laim would pee himself if he saw this! K-9 on the railing of that balcony, turns to the crowd...MOONSALT!!! Ohh my god! K-9 just preformed and moonsalt, and CRASHS *CRACK* throw that table and threw Justin! Its OVER! Count it! K-9 is hurt pretty badly, I don't know if he can with stand all that velocity!
JS: I don't know he got up at Domination! Wait...Wait! K-9 is twitching! Wait, K-9 is UP! Ohh my! K-9 is UP! K-9 is up...dragging himself and Justin Sane back to the ring. This MIGHT take awhile...(A couple min. later)
VC: K-9 has Justin in the ring...he falls on top...the ref drops to his knees...1...2...3!! And K-9 pick up ANOUTHER VICTORY!
JS:After a great, great match! K-9 takes the win, both men were taken to there LIMITS and K-9 came out on top. Manifest Destiny in the ring now, this can't be good for Justin Sane...
(Lone Wulf and The Commando yank up Justin getting ready to beat him further, Casey atempts to pick up the frothing K-9. K-9 waves off the two about to beat him. K-9 slides back, with the help of Casey to the corner. He receives a house mic.)
K-9: I trained you, I tuaght you I showed you what this is ALL about! I showed you what to do and how to do it in Extreme Wrestling, and it seems you didn't forget.
LW: Lets kick his ****, screw the dramatics!
K-9: No, JUSTIN! You took me to my limit, you took me as far as Falir did. You showed me I taught you well...so I leave you be...LW, Commando...let him be...leave him to lie in his own blood. If he took me that far...he can make it to the back...
(K-9 drops the mic as it cuts to commercial)