[Cut back from commercial to Jim Sears and Victor Creel.]
JS: this next matchup, had it been any other night, it would have been the main event. Eli Flair, Steve Radder, Justin Sane, in a MEGA CAGE for the extreme title!!
VC: what are you talking about Jim? THIS IS a Main Event! With those 3 IN the ring, and Kevin Powers and Eddy Love OUTSIDE the ring... this IS MY main event.
JS: oh yes, can't forget about the enforcers, "GOOD GOD" Kevin Powers, and "Hurricane" Eddy Love to remain outside of the cage insuring that there will be no interference, specifically aimed at no interference from the members of Manifest Destiny.
VC: I wish they WOULD interfere, add some spice to this match - come on, you know it'd be a classic battle - MD vs. Powers of Love.
ANNOUNCER: ladies and gentlemen this next match is scheduled for a MEGA CAGE!! (decent crowd pop) and is for the MWC EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP!! (another decent crowd pop) In this match, a cage with a top is around the ring, but instead of being connected to the ringposts, it rests just to the inside of the security railing that keeps the fans back. That adds an interesting dimension to this match in that you can go outside of the ring and fight with the metal cage adding an extra weapon. This match continues until someone can't get back up. That's it, until they can't go on. A referee is in the ring, but he is more a formality than a force. He's just trying to keep some semblance of a match to the action rather than enforcing any rules because. the only rule is that illegal objects can't be brought in. introducing first, the guest enforcers of this match, the team of Powers of Love. "GOOD GOD" Kevin Powers, and "Hurricane" EDDY LOVE!!!!
(cue up "The Power of Love" by Huey Lewis and The News, to a huge heel pop. Kevin Powers and Eddy Love uncharecteristacly walk down to the ring without Sweet Melissa, Gina, or Susan. they look all business, without the ususal dramatics of their entrance)
JS: well there are the two special enforcers, I wonder if they'll be able to enforce what they're supposed.
VC: Why don't you go ask them?
ANNOUNCER: making his way to the ring at this time weighing in at 230 pounds, standing 6 feet tall, accompanied by the beautiful Kelly, the self-proclaimed Coolest of the Cool, 'Iceman' Steve Radder!
[Cue Up 'Bulls on Parade' by Rage against the machine. White and Blue fireworks explode all around the arena as the overhead screen shows in Emerald letters 'PR' on a black background. Radder comes out from the backstage area, wearing a t-shirt which reads 'EXTREMELY Cool' across the chest, carrying a chair in one hand, and holding one of Kelly's hands in the other. The fans let out a good pop, and Radder and Kelly do seem a little surprised by it. Kelly looks up at the huge 'covered-cage' structure and a worried look crosses her face, as Radder lets go of her hand, gives her a quick kiss, and steps into the ring.]
JS: there's one of the ladies.
ANNOUNCER: and the SECOND opponent, JUSTIN SANE!!
(Fireworks fly, and the pyro above the entrance way spells out "INsAne" the "A" a Anarcy sign. Sparks are flying everywere, Justin comes runnin threw them and hops on a stage prop on the Entance set, and throws his hands up...He keep on with his FLASHY entrance as K-9 slowly, and non-shluantly glides out of the back, his hair pulled back, and no leather jacket, he walks to the end of the ramp way, kinda beside Justin, Justin drops his arms, then as K-9 does he throws them up, as the both do Pyro shoots everywere! K-9 starts his walk to the ring, Justin hops off the prop and follows, K-9 rolls in the ring, and slides to the middle of the ring, and sits. Kevin Powers has a mic)
Kevin Powers: You can't be down here! Get out of here!
K-9: The **** I can't!
(Pulls out a ticket and holds it up high...gives Justn a five, then talks as he walks to his seat flopping over the gaurd rail.)
K-9: I'm a
paying customer, and I paid to see Justin win the title...so
ring the damn bell...
ANNOUNCER: and finally, the MWC EXTREME CHAMPION
(Cue up "Another Brick in the Wall" by Pink Floyd to a huge pop.)
ANNOUNCER: Accompanied to the ring by his manager, Poison Ivy... From Bronx, NY, coming in today at six foot eight, weighing in at three hundred and TWO pounds...He has been dubbed the King of Extreme for more reasons then one... The MWC EXTREME CHAMPION... "Total Elimination" ELI FLAIR!
(The arena lights go down as the fans rush to their feet in hopes of catching a glimpse. Spotlights surround the arena, finally focusing in on a spot about six feet from the curtain... and standing there, Eli Flair ... but NO Poison Ivy. He acknowledges the crowd for a minute, and begins to walk forward toward the ring. It takes him about two minutes or so, as he takes in the crowd and smacks a few hands. At last, he enters the ring. Eli moves toward the center of the ring. The song kicks into the chorus, and the arena lights raise and lower in tempo to the song, as glittery sparks fly from the ringposts...and the cage begins to lower)
JS: This match almost underway, the cage lowering. K-9 has,for one reason or another, come out with Justin Sane and is now sitting in the front row.
VC: I just don't get K-9, he seems pretty cool, coming out with Manifest Destiny, putting punks in their places. But then he does something like this, why is he so buddy-buddy with Justin Sane? I thought he turned on him a few weeks back.
JS: he's an enigma, that's for sure.
***RING RING RING***
Jim Sears: there's the bell and this match is underway
VC: All 3 men walking around in the ring... this is an odd situation to be sure. Sane makes the first move rushing into Flair...and they're on the MAT!!!!
JS: Steve quick to take advantage with a elbow drop on...Sane? No -that hit Eli. Steve grabs Sane up and ... forearm shot and he's tossing Sane to the outside! Steve turns around - CLOTHESLINE BY FLAIR!!!!!
VC: Vicious clothesline there and Eli is on top of this match quickly... he has Steve by the hair Side Suplex by Flair and he has Radder reeling...WHOA!!! Sane with a Missle Dropkick off the top rope! Great move by Sane.
JS: This match is especially tiring and brutal cause we should have at least one fresh man attacking at all times... might do some good for 2 of them to form a temp alliance, though I doubt that'll happen.
VC: What tipped you off Redneck?
JS: A Yankee jack**** told me. Sane has Flair by that long mane - RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Sane in control here and he's looking for Radder - CLOTHESLINE by Radder! This match is NUTS!
VC: It'll take some time for a true winner to form. Radder grabs Eli and... POWERBOMB! Good move on the larger Flair... Radder fighting an uphill battle against a 295 or so Flair and a 285 Sane. Radder more than makes up for it in guts - if not THE toughest in the MWC - darn close to it!
JS: Agreement there - Radder grabs Sane who's still trying to get up using the ropes - CHOKE ON THE ROPES by Radder! He's trying to wear Sane down. Look out!
VC: What a move - Flair crushing both Sane and Radder in the ropes there! Flair picks up Radder and BODY SLAM onto Sane! Sane rolls to the outside and Radder's in some real trouble... FLAIR has him in a Powerbomb - WHOA! COOL!
JS: Amazing! Flair sent Radder to the outside on TOP of Sane from a Powerbomb position. Flair heading out with them and he has Sane... WHIP into the Stairs! Sane may have blown a knee on that one!
VC: Flair going after Radder now - grinding his face into the steel mesh... Kelly not liking this!
JS: I'd say not. Sane starting to stir, but Flair sees him and is heading over there. Boot by Sane and a DDT!!!! Flair caught off guard there! Sane celebrating a bit and then grabs a chair... SHOT on ELI!!!!
VC: Vicious shot there and now he's going for Iceman... Steve drops out of the way and LOW BLOW!!!! This is getting CRAZY!!!! Steve grabs Sane - he's got the full nelson - ABSOLUTE ZERO (full nelson slam) on the Concrete!!!! Sane in serious trouble!
JS: What's Steve doing?
VC: Going under the apron... but why?
JS: Eli starting to stir, but Steve doesn't see him it seems... not from under the apron like that.
VC: Flair coming over and all he sees is Sane. Certainly an odd situation here and Flair trying to find Radder. Good job hiding for Radder cause Eli can't find him at all EVEN looking under the ring.
JS: Fans don't like this though... they think Radder is chickening out.
VC: I 'had' respect for him before this... this is ridiculous. Flair grabs a weakened Sane and Inverted DDT on the concrete! Eli with a CHOKESLAM!!! He's not through though... grabs Sane up on his shoulders...what?
JS: Radder sneaking out from under the apron... he's in the ring and running - SUICIDA PLANCHA on BOTH Flair and Sane sending EVERYONE into the cage! WHAT A MOVE by the ICEMAN!!!!
VC: It looks effective also - can't argue with results! The ref is checking to see if Flair and Sane as well as Radder are still moving...UNBELIEVABLE!!! Radder is pulling himself up by the cage... he's bloody, but looks pretty happy with himself. The ref checking and... Flair is NOT out of it yet. Radder back to work with a DDT on Flair... Sane's getting up and - Radder grabs him and TOSSES HIM THROUGH THE DOOR!!!
JS: THAT DOOR WAS LOCKED!!! He sent Sane FACE-FIRST! Unbelievable!
VC: Radder grabs Eli and puts him face-first into the cage and holds him there with his knee - Grinding away at a bloody Eli.
JS: Sane is up AGAIN! He's starting to climb the cage... what's he doing that for?
VC: I don't know, but Steve is coming after him!
[Sane and Radder are both climbing and as they both get to the top, Eli slowly begins to stir.]
JS: Radder is up there now and - left hand by Sane, return punch by Radder, and another, and another... Radder the fresher man here and taking advantage... Sane drops to the ground - LOW BLOW!!!!
VC: Ewww... Radder doubles over and Sane grabs his head - face first into the bar!!! What? Sane is moving the cage lower and putting Steve's neck under the bar - GOOD LORD!!! Sane pulled up on the cage and sent that bar into Steve's throat!!!!! This match is BRUTAL!
JS: And getting worse... Flair seems to be searching for something as Sane picks up Radder... TAZMISSION - OH MY - INTO A SUPLEX...
VC: WHOA - Cage is starting to give up there... Sane seems to be grinning... he's got Radder - RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX -
JS: NO! The cage BROKE!!!!! Radder has fallen at least 15 feet to the ring below!!!!
VC: And here comes Eli with a bit of something... he's waiting to see if Radder will stir...
JS: RADDER'S MOVING...HE'S NOT GIVING UP - IMPOSSIBLE!!!!
VC: ****, that guys UNBELIEVABLE!
JS: Eli smiles a bloody grin, drops that iron bar... he grabs Radder - TOTAL ELIMINATION (modified STF)!!! He is AFTER Radder!
VC: What's Sane doing?...THAT'S INSANE!!!!
JS: Justin takes a flying leap down ... OH! Sane landed on BOTH Radder and Flair... this could be it - we could have a NEW champion!
VC: The ref is checking all the men... Radder is grabbing at his knee... he could have pulled a ligament or worse with that collision. He's trying to get up, but he may not be able to.
[Referee yells something to the announcer who begins.]
ANNOUNCER: First man to escape the cage will win the match.
VC: I guess that's the test! Flair stirring, as is Sane... Radder trying to crawl, but he's stopping to grab his knee. This should be an exciting finish.
JS: Sane is up and Flair...what's he doing?
VC: OH! Flair with that lead pipe to Sane's head... Sane falls through the ropes and to the outside... Radder rolling outside and Flair rolling through the ropes as well. Steve's grabbed his leg, he landed on it wrong outside. Flair and Sane moving closer from opposite sides... they're in the corner and Sane could have it...
JS: OH!!! Sane nailed by the lead pipe and Flair falls through the door. Sane looks up and then exhausted puts his head back down. Fans, we gotta go and when we're back - the Tag title will be on the line!
[Cut back from commercial to Liam Kennedy and Jim Sears.]
JS: Welcome back Liam, you missed a great one.
LK: Uhm... yeah, I missed it - darn, all that blood.
(Cue Up Hit 'Em Up by Tupac Shakur, and Lonewulf comes from behind the curtain, carring a Pogo Stick...K-9 comes from behind riding a Skateboard carrying a trashcan of 'goodies'...They make there way to the ring.)
JS: The Lunar Express will be coming down to ringside with their manager, William H Bradley III, in just a moment. But coming down now are the opponents, here come K-9 and Lone Wulf, San An's Best!
LK: What a weird combination. Both these guys are huge....but one of them looks like he belongs under a streetlight in a bad neighborhood.
JS:FORMER Commisioner Nemesis - man that feels good to say after he turned his back on WHY he was here, recently joining Manifest Destiny, signed this match for tonight, but you can be sure the rest of MD will be on hand somewhere!
LK: I'm telling you, it's some sort of conspiracy against Bradley.
(Cue up "Love Lifted Me" by Collective Soul as the lights go all black. A solitary light that you could SWEAR is a moonbeam forms behind the entranceway where 2 silhouttes stand. They step out of that light as quartermoon lights dance around the auditorium. Grant kisses 2 GORGEOUS ladies in the front row and signs anothers...uhm, panties. He's smiling and mouthing, "I love my job." Stan tries to kiss a few girls that quickly run to the back... all except for one old lady who is QUICK to pucker up and offer her braissere to be signed - this time Stan runs. They hit the ring and then William H. Bradley III runs to ringside panting, evidently they forgot to tell him it was time to hit the ring......)
JS: Humberto Ramos is announcing the Tag Team Champs to the crowd, and they're just about down to ringside. But before they can get down there, Wulf knocks both men down with a double clothesline! And K-9 isn't far behind. San An's Best is ready, willing, and able to take it to the champs! Stellar Stan and Grant Galactic have been Pearl Harbored by the contenders.
LK: I'm not sure, but that's gotta be some kind of racial epithet.
JS: Gimme a break.
LK: I'm not Nell Carter.
JS: Wulf has the Stan by the throat, and he's repeatedly knocking him into the fan barricade. The referee has come outside, and he's trying to get at least two of the men in the ring. K-9 throws Grant inside, and Young calls for the bell. This one's already out of control.
LK: No, this guy just doesn't know how to command respect. Maybe I should give him a few pointers.
JS: That'd be something to see. Inside the ring, K-9 just clotheslined Galactic Grant, and now he drops him with a tombstone piledriver. There's the early cover. ONE...........no, Grant is able to kick out! K-9 drops an elbow, and now he hooks in a reverse chinlock. Wulf just climbed up onto the apron, leaving the Stellar Stan lying up against the metal barricade outside. Bradley is trying to get his other man up and ready for action.
LK: Stan just got folded like a pancake, he might not make it into this match.
JS: Inside, K-9 just tagged in Wulf, who howls all over Grant, peppering him with a series of closed-hand punches.
LK: Ya know, that was truly awful.
JS: What?
LK: That stupid
pun. "Wulf howls all over." Come on, Sears,
if you can't do
better than that, just leave ALL the jokes to the
entertainer.
JS: Inside the ring, Grant gets whipped into the ropes by Wulf, but he's able to hold on, and Wulf's dropkick hits nothing but air! Grant dives for his corner, but no one's home! Bradley is still down on the floor trying to tend to Stellar Stan, who is still short of breath down there. Wulf is on his feet, and he rushes into the corner with a big knee to the chest of Galactic Grant.
LK: San An's Best did the smart thing to start this one off...divide and conquer against a team that prides themselves as tag team specialists... take out the tag abilitiy and it cripples this union.
JS: Wulf pulls Grant up, and now he whips him across into the corner, where his teammate, K-9, is there to hold Grant in place. Wulf comes across and NAILS Grant with an elbow. Wulf tags in K-9. It may only be a matter of time before we have new Tag Champs, Liam.
LK: Wait a second, what are THEY doing here?
JS: Outside, Commisioner Nemesis and Commando, both from Manifest Destiny, are coming down the aisle! Inside the ring, K-9 pulls Galactic Grant out and drops him with a DDT! He goes for the cover. ONE.............TWO......no! K-9 pulls Grant up and sends him into the ropes one more time. NO, Galactic Grant with a flying crossbody! K-9 pushes him off like a ragdoll, but it allows Grant to get to his corner, where Stellar Stan has finally joined in the action!
LK: Something bad is about to happen.
JS: There's the tag by the Tag Team Champions! Stellar Stan is in, and he catches K-9 with a spinwheel kick. The Stan follows with a leg drop, and he quickly goes up top! He's gonna try something from the top! TOP ROPE HURRICANRANA! NOOOO! K-9 caught him and flattens him with a POWERBOMB! The cover! ONE.............TWO..............THREE!!!! WE HAVE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
LK: They lost?...uh, way to go San An's best... my favorite tag team.
JS: I thought you love the LE?
LK: Yeah, way to go ... uh... isn't it time for a commercial?
JS: Sure enough - lets get to it.
JS: We are back and ready for
LK: EDDY LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JS: That's right - it's Main Event time as we decide who is to face the MWC World Champion...
LK: BRYAN BLAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JS:...next week at SUPERNOVA from Vancouver. Tonights matchup has "Daredevil" Mark Vizzack fighting against the odds that JW has put in the favor of his opponent
LK: HURRICANE EDDDYYYYYY LOOOOOOOOVE
JS: ... that favor is specifically a special guest referee in
LK: MWC WOORRRRLLLD CHAMPION - 'THE MAESTRO' BRYAAAAAAN BLAAAAAAAAIIIRRRRRR!!!
JS:...exactly. Anyway, I think it's time for...
["Fireworks music" by Handel cued up as the lights go out again. A clear, white spotlight hits the curtain and out walks 'The Maestro' Bryan Blair. He's wearing a white silk shirt with black sequenced 'stripes', black 'knocker' pants that come down to his knees, black wrestling boots that hit mid-calf, & his dark black hair with a black and white bow in the back around its ponytail. He is also wearing proudly, the MWC World Heavyweight Championship. He walks through the curtain and as he makes his way down the aisle, a lighting cel throws music notes in various colors in the aisle for him to walk through. He climbs into the ring and then moves to the center of the ring, bowes low in that aristocratic way and up from the 4 corner posts shoots fireworks. The crowd responds in full. ]
JS: interesting entrance for the ref - love the sequenced stripes on that silk shirt.
LK: Isn't he JUST peachy!
JS:...peachy?
[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. He then walks over to Bryan Blair and they talk as...]
JS: Peachy?
(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, looking somewhat more haggard after 2 HARD matches this night, 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: Pea-chy?
LK: Shut up Jim.
JS: Alright... we've got the BONAFIDE top contenders in the MWC in the ring WITH the champion and these 2 men know each other well.
LK: They have had some colossal matchups in the past, but never with... well, Blair's the REF!
JS: Yeah, but Love has asked for a fair matchup and I'm sure...
LK: Of course. Blair calls for the bell and Vizzywhacker
JS: Vizzack of the BTR is circling with Love... we've got a lock up and headlock by Vizzack...he's grinding away at Eddy's temple... Eddy powering out and NO - Mark puts it back in.
LK: Uh huh - Blair making Vizzack break the hold... Vizzack arguing, but it's to no avail.
JS: Eddy and Mark with another tie up and Vizzack with a quick arm drag - Love up - Irish WHip into the corner and Vizz is in there - WHAT?!!!
LK: Blair holding Vizzack back.
JS: He could have went for the VizzSplash
LK: Guess not now - LOVE grabs Vizzack and tosses him into the corner - combo punches and Vizzack is stunned! This is GREAT!
JS: Where's Blair now? Good LORD!
LK: What? He's checking for a hangnail!
JS: Vizzack is trading punches with Love now...WHAT?!
LK: Closed hands are illegal... Blair's just doing his job.
JS: Then do his JOB NOW! Love with a thumb to Mark's eye. Love quick to follow up with a vertical suplex and Vizzack is hurting. THis is ridiculous - only JW.
LK: Speaking of JW
[From the back walks JW Locke alone... he's got a HUGE grin on his face as he makes his way to the commentators table.]
JS: Oh great...hey boss.
LK: Have a seat buddy...here - take mine.
JW: Thanks Liam - you're a real sport. Oh, Vizzack in some trouble there as Love giving a clean... what's is that?
JS: Chokehold.
JW: Now, the legal term for it.
JS:...chokehold that the ref won't call.
JW: EXACTLY! Eddy OR Bryan would make a fitting champ don't you think? I mean, either way at SUPERNOVA - I WIN...I ALWAYS WIN.
JS: Yeah, whatever. Love with an Irish whip to the ropes - Vizzack is back - SUNSET FLIP and...where's BLAIR?!!!
JW: He's checking those shoulders...making sure they're down.
JS: This is ridiculous.
JW: This...is entertainment.
JS: Anyway, Vizzack is up and HURRICARANA! Love is stunned and Vizzack is taking advantage of it - Runs into the ropes - Springboard and MOONSAULT onto Love - Cover and...BLAIR IS STILL NOT COUNTING!!!!!
JW: Love has his shoulder up!... just in time. (shew)
JS: Please... Vizzack is starting to loss it, but he can't hit the ref or his title shot is...
JW: ...up...in....smoke.
JS: Love getting up and SUPERKICK by Viizzack! Going for a cover - 1................... what's taking him so long? 2.......Kickout by Love... what was that? 5 seconds?
JW: Not by my watch.
JS: VIzzack's lost it completely! He's in Blair's face who's goading him into punching him... Love is getting up and VIZZACK turns and shoves Love into the corner - left, right, left hand
JW: ...bout time Blair - stop those closed fists.
JS: He's holding it back and LOW BLOW by LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Good LORD!
LK: (from off the mic) YES YES YES YES YES
JW: HURRICANE PILEDRIVER!!
JS: Sure... now Blair gives a ...3 count. Love and Blair is the
JW: Good try Vizzwhack...
VOICE: That'll be enough of this....competition.
JW: Who?
[Out walks the entourage from Locke Enterprises, including Mr. LOCKE himself. They stand at the top of the entranceway as Mr. Locke continues...]
MR-L: you know JW, I love you as any father would... but this has to end. I tried using someone who would... counter your ways, but... well, that blew up in my face. SO, I guess I have to go to plan B. JW, son, your being transfered to Locke Enterprises home office until such time as we have deemed you capable to work in the field again.
JW: WHAT?!!!! NO WAY! [JW gets up and runs to the top.]
MR-L: Son, just go on back with Mr. Meredith here - he'll be glad to give you the ins and outs of upper-middle management. [JW reluctantly leaves obviously stunned.]
MR-L: Now,the problem is in what just transpired. Mr. Sears, you ran this league before my company bought you out... what would you call this?
FANS YELL: BULL*****! (and begin chanting it)
JS: My sentiments exactly.
MR-L: I guess that tells me... so... I'm not a commissioner, but I HAVE hired someone. She's a graduate of MIT with a business degree... may I introduce you to - Ivy McGinnis... better known to you as - POISON IVY!!!!!!
[Poison Ivy McGinnis walks out from behind the curtain wearing a business suit and dressed to the hilt and carrying a briefcase... she looks professional and finished.]
IVY: Thank you Mr. Locke. I have only one way to deal with this ... 'who faces Bryan Blair for the title thing', and that's to go back and look at the old contract from the Domination tournament. [she opens the briefcase and pulls out a paper and begins to quickly peruse it.] Let's see...hmm, seems to me the WINNER of this ONE NIGHT tournament gets a shot at the World champ. Hmm... this year we had co-winners. I think we only have ONE way to settle this...
IVY: A 3 WAY MATCHUP for the MWC WORLD TITLE at SUPERNOVA!!!! First one to get a fall or Disqualification - gets the belt! (HUGE FAN POP) Does that seem fair to you? (looks to the fans who are ecstatic.)
JS: **** yeah! We've got our SUPERNOVA Main Event - Blair, Love, Vizzack for ALL the marbles... fans, we're outta time for this week - we GOTTA go!
[The camera cuts and then reopens to that young, thin man from the beginning of the show walking outside. The moon and streetlights give a blue color to all that can be seen. He climbs into the passenger side of a white 98 Ford Taurus and you can hear...]
TALL GUY: I think we did pretty well.
DRIVER: Yeah, we did good... everyone had fun. Is Sears gonna be hanging around?
TALL GUY: Oh yeah, he's the man to call any matches.
DRIVER: Does he know you were here tonight?
TALL GUY: I've been here every time... you don't think I'd miss your guys' shows... I started this whole craze whether anyone knows it or not.
DRIVER: Good point... well, I guess we'd better get you to the airport and back to Kim.
WARREN: Yeah, home James.
[As the car drives off, you can see the liscense plate that says...
JW LOCKE
[camera fades to black for the last time and a new chapter opens in the history of the MWC.]