Super Nova

(As the cameras fade in, they show a bored room. In the room sits several men. Mr. Locke and Little Locke sit across from each other, giving each other obvious scowls; Liam Kennedy and Jim Sears sit across from each other, both not knowing anything of which is about to occur. All are in suits and ties.)


LK: What the HELL is going on here?


Mr. L: You will find out soon enough.


JS: Excuse me sir, we have... Ummm.... I have served this company for quite some time now and faithfully I might add, I believe I have the right to know.


LL: Dad, I want to know too dammit!


Mr. L: Shut up! All of you. I told you....


(Just as that happens the doors at the front of the room open to show the entrance of "The HARD One" Randy Harders and Vice President Erik Zieba, decked out with suits and ties. The move swiftly and quietly to each end of the long table that the other men are sitting at.)


RH: Well men, (Looks at Little Locke) and I use that term loosely, It seems we have entered the eve of our first pay per view...


LL: Speak for yourself d...


(Harders smacks him across the face, as Erik Zieba gets up, places his briefcase on the table and reaches inside. He then pulls out a roll of duct tape.)


LL: Hey, you can't do this.


(Harders looks at Mr. Locke.)


Mr. L: Boy, you have sealed your own fate with this company. (Points to Harders.) He is in charge, and I must warn you, don't piss him off. He isn't me, and he isn't going to take your s***.


(Erik Zieba puts a piece over his mouth as Harders has got Little Locke pinned to the chair. Erik then tapes LL into his seat, then returns to his own.)


Harders: Well, now that we have the big mouth shut up, we can proceed.


I have spent the past two weeks being in power. I stayed awake at night thinking about the improvements that could be made to this company. Not just to make it mine, but to bring the people out see these shmucks wrestle out there.


My wife, also your boss, has not been happy. I am hardly home, I am never in bed, I am always up trying to figure out what to do.


Well folks, my mind is done. Sleep has come at last, and the gears are in work as we speak.


LK: Okay, what does have to do with us?


EZ: Well that's quite simple. You cut off the fat that his hanging onto the lean. Therefore Liam Kennedy...YOUR FIRED!


JS: (Laughs.) I told you, piss them off long enough and you'd be canned.


EZ: (turns towards Jim Sears and gives him a sinister look) Oh don't worry giggles cause you won't be far behind. YOUR FIRED TOO!!!


JS: WHAT? NO!!! (Sears just breaks down and cries.)


LK: Hey, the people love us. You can't do this.


Mr. Locke: Shut up and take it like a man.


LK: Well, who is gonna replace me? And him? (Sears is still crying.)


Harders: Hey, you wanna know, buy a ticket to the friggin show. Now leave!


(Sears just gets up and walks out, smacking his head against the door on the way out. Kennedy just stays put.)


LK: No dammit! How could you fire the star of the show? Where is my man, Eddy, he will help?


RH: (Pissed now.) Don't you worry about your buddy Mr. Love, for he has got his own agenda. Worrying about you will be the last thing he should do.


EZ: Oh and by the way, (Points to Harders, who has his arms folded, the suit jacket he is wearing seems to be to small in the shoulder as he does this.) He can do what he wants, he is THE PRESIDENT of MWC!


(Erik Zieba walks Kennedy to the door and opens the door.)


EZ: (puts his arm around Kennedy) Liam we don't wanna have a war. We just wanna be friends. We're just trying to help you guys out. After all a new age is taking place in the MWC and I wouldn't want the burden to be bestoed upon you two to carry the tradition....hey is that a quarter over there?


LK: Where?


EZ: (points outside the door) Right down there.

LK: I don't see it


(While Kennedy is looking Zieba pushes him out the door and onto the ground)


EZ: Well keep looking. I think there's a classified ad out there as well. Now go get a job!


LK: But....You....Umm....Ba....Umm......


RH: It seems he is dumbfounded for once in his life.


Mr. L: I thought I would never see the day.


(Erik Zieba then slams the door in his face. Inside Little Locke is still taped up.)


RH: Well, Mr. Lockey, I say you buy me and EZ here some dinner. What do you say?


Mr. L: Sounds good to me, but please, don't fire anyone else.


EZ: Don't worry about it, we got things covered. Now let's go get some food and beer. I know this great little Pizza Pub down the street. (thumbs towards Locke Jr) What about him?


RH: Leave Little Lockey there, the cleaning crews will get him tomorrow morning.




(The camera fades out, then fades back in to a jam packed arena. The crowd is going wild as the opening credits are shown on the bottom of the screen. As the camera pans around the crowd there are signs of all kinds being shown. "We want Flair!" What's not to Love about Eddy Love?" "Feel the pain" "The Vizzard is coming" As the camera slowly reachs the ring where Humberto Ramos stands in the middle of the ring waiting for his cue.)


HR: Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages....


(Just then Turn the Page by Metallica plays as the crowd goes wild, President Harders and Vice President Erik Zieba walk down the aisleway towards the ring, slapping hands as they go. Upon entering the ring, Harders grabs the mic from Humberto. He then tosses it to Erik Zieba.)


EZ: Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages, welcome to SUPERNOVA! The event we have been all waiting for. The event of milestones. The new management of the MWC hopes to present to you, this very evening, an event of such stature, that you will be craving for more. To do this, we have made ... a couple of changes.


(Crowd cheers wildly.)


EZ: First off, Humberto, don't take this personal. I like you and everthing, but when you start stealing my lines you cross the line. What I want you to do is go back and find Jim Sears and Liam Kennedy.


HR: And then what?


EZ: Well when you find them at the local bar crying their eyes out you might as well join'em cause YOUR FIRED!


HR: WHAT?


(He begins to plead his case, but Zieba sticks a hand in his face)


EZ: NOT GONNA HEAR IT THIS DAY! Hit the bricks kid cause you need practice....LOTS OF PRACTICE! (as Ramos is leaving the ring) As I was saying Jim Sears, Liam Kennedy, AND Humberto Ramos are no longer with the company. And as for you Victor Crell, since you didn't want to show up to the meeting we had earlier today. Enjoy watching from home cause YOUR FIRED TOO!!! NOW...on that note...Our new announcers.....


(Austin Powers theme plays as from behind the curtain comes out, a well dressed Austin Powers look alike.)


EZ: Here is, Mike Powers!


(After he gets to ringside, another man steps from behind the curtain, he is dressed in jeans and a dress shirt which is under a blue jacket.)


EZ: And his counter part, he's a former pro wrestler from the Puerto Rico region and he hails from Chicago. Heck no not Kevin Powers, but a REAL FIGHTING MAN Brett Sanders! Now get your butts behind the table and let's get things started! Ladies and Gentlemen the President (points to Randy Harders) and the Vice President (points to himself) proudly present to you the FUTURE of the MWC and the greatest PPV ever......SUPERNOVA!!!


(Crowd goes nuts as Harders and Erik Zieba leave to the tune of Turn the Page.)




(As the camera slowly goes from President Harders and Vice President Zieba to Mike Powers and Brett Sanders, they begin to speak.)


MP: (British accent) Yeah Baby! Yeah!


BS: Hell yeah, what a way to get a job!


MP: The only way to get a pay per view going, is with your groovy new bosses taking charge.


BS: Well, tonight we have got some great action for you folks. We begin the night off with the TV title finals, pitting Brett Kross against the Mercenary.


MP: Yeah, a smashing beginning.


BS: Then, the action doesn't let down as we pit two relative new comers to the MWC against each other, Hellfighter and X-Rated.


MP: That cat Hellfighter talks a mean game, but I am sure that pussy....cat will give us a great show, yeah!


BS: What is with the yeahs? I mean seriously, who says yeah now a days?


MP: Stuff it, square.


BS: Anyways, Then the anticipated first match of Sultan Rafique Bengal.


MP: But why did he choose Commando?


BS: He didn't.


MP: Then why wrestle the cat?


BS: Because President Harders said so....


MP: Well then, wrestle he must. But at what major cost to his body?


BS: Oh yes, MD.


MP: Those boys are like hormones gone arye baby.


BS: Sure, and.....


(Awkward silence by Mike Powers.)


BS: Exactly, anyways, then the downer of the night…. X's vs Skeleton Smashers.


MP: Who?


BS: Exactly.


MP: Then, we have something to bring a little life to these people who had to sit through the X's and Skeleton Smasher's match, a falls count anywhere match between Justin Sane and ExE.


BS: Hey, that was my line.


MP: After all is said and done with that match, we take it Intercontinental style, with Cruise vs Dean, yeah!


BS: Dammit, shut up.


MP: Relax, I'm just doing it for s***s and giggles baby, that's all. Trying to get a rise outta you.


BS: Then, the match I have been looking forward to, Cassanova Clique vs Lunar Express.


MP: Yeah, Stan and his partner are definitely out of this world baby, a little high. (raises eyebrows.)


BS: With the prelims over, we go right into action with a three way match with Eddy Love, Mark Vizzack and Brian Blair.


MP: What the world needs now, is sweet, sweet love....


BS: Oh lord!


(Bell rings)


BS: A goody, here comes the action.



(In the ring stands a muscular built man, he stands at an enormous 6'5" and resembles Rambo. His eyes have eye black under them, and he recognizable as Mark Bavaro, ex-NY Giant Tight End.)


MB: Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages....


(Kross steps out from the back curtain with no pomp and circumstance. His intense brown eye staring directly at the ring, the other eye covered with an eye patch. His brown hair is cut short and he wears a leather jacket with no shirt and black addidas windbreaker pants with a white stripe down the side.)


MB: It is now time for the finals of the television title tournament, coming to the ring first, standing an amazing 6 foot 6, weighing 275 lbs. Here is "Brass Knuckles" Bret Kross!


(A mixture of cheers and bos as Kross makes his way down to ringside.)


MB: And his opponent....


(Lights go out and Highway to Hell by AC/DC plays. The arena goes dark and then is illuminated by parachute flares. There's a rumble of pops on the ramp as Merc steps out on the runway. The crowd boos. Merc is wearing jungle boots, camoflaged pants and a tank top that says "Anything for the Right Price".)


MB: Here is Mercenary!


BS: Well this should be a great opening match.


MP: Yeah baby, but I just want to see Vizzack wrestle.


BS: Hey, keep your mind at task.


MP: Okay, okay. Not to worry baby!


BS: Well, it looks as though we are about to start.


(Bell rings.)


BS: Kross and Merc start off with an elbow-collar tie up. Kross with the upperhand early, he whips Merc into the corner.....


MP: Groovy splash follow through.


BS: As Merc is limp in the corner, Kross sets him up on the second turnbuckle.... Ohhh, big belly to back suplex. It looks as if that really left Merc in some pain.


MP: Yeah baby, like my trip to the dentist.


BS: Shut up. Kross off the ropes, big elbow drop.


MP: Ohh....Kross with a STF on Merc....things aren't looking to shagadelic for Merc.


BS: The ref checks Merc, Merc shaking it off.


MP: Hey isn't that ref, Mr. President's brother?


BS: Yeah, his name is Big Nick, and we know if he is related to the president, he doesn't take crap from anyone.


MP: Yeah baby, Kross gives up on the STF and helps Merc to his feet...


BS: Kross off the opposite ropes, goes for a cross body block...


MP: Yeah baby, a duck by Merc sends Kross to the outside!


BS: Merc follows Kross outside, he picks up Kross and sends him into the guardrail back first.

MP: I haven't seen that kinda face since, well, the last time I went to the beach.


BS: Merc grabs a chair from someone in the crowd....Ouch....he brings it down, right across Kross's back.


MP: Big Nick has got the count up to a groovy 7 baby.


BS: Merc rolls in and out of the ring, then grabs Kross by the hair and sends him back into the ring.


MP: How's my hair look?


BS: Merc climbs the turnbuckles....huge drop kick from the top.


MP: Kross looks worse off than Merc does baby.


BS: Merc goes up to him, he sets him up in a surf board...


MP: Oh the pain baby!


BS: Merc drops him, then helps him up to his feet...


MP: Big back breaker baby!


BS: Merc lays the Ambush Sleeper on Kross, Kross with a quick jaw breaker!


MP: Merc back up, as Kross is still on the mat hurting, yeah baby!


BS: Merc picks Kross up in a huge powerbomb and down, flat on Kross's back.


MP: Merc goes for the pin, 1.....2..... kick out baby!


BS: Kross still has some juice left in...


MP: Merc slaps on the Ambush again, groovy.


BS: Big Nick checks Kross's arm....1.....2....3....Merc wins!


MP: Okay baby, who's next?


BS: Well, we had an awesome opening match, where Merc wins the television title!


MP: Very well baby, let's get to the next match.


BS: Up next, Hellfighter vrs. X-Rated....




[Meanwhile, in the back, Kevin Powers is stumbling along the hallway and looking into people's locker rooms.]


KP: EDDY!! Where ya at man? Let's get this Elite party STARTED.


[Powers continues to look around and accidently stumbles into the lockroom of The Crippler and Mercedes Devon. At the time he comes in Devon is changing her clotes and has her bare back to the camera.]


KP: Now that's what I'm talkin about. A Butt Naked PARTY!!


MD: Kevin? You're drunk! Get the hell out of here before I call security.


KP: Sour Puss!


{Powers slams the door and continues on. Several times he has tripped, but he hasn't spilled a drop.]


KP: YO EDDY WHERE YA AT?




BS: (shaking his head after seeing the last clip) That man needs help and in the worst way.


MP: He's just havin a good time what's the problem with that?


BS: Disorderly conduct is your idea of a good time?


MP: It gets the chicks baby yeah!


BS: I had to ask. Anyways we're coming up on our next match and it's X-Rated versus HellFighter. This should be a good contest for the two youngsters in this match. It's always good to see some fresh faces in the world we call wrestling.


MP: Well still they aren't swingers like Love or Blair.


BS: Anyway let's go to the ring.


MB: This next contest will be for one fall and there will be a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, in his first match for MWC, he is "HellFighter" Michael Patrick Shultze!


[The loud speaker stereo system begins playing HellFighter's theme music "Revolution" by Kirk Franklin and God's Property as HellFighter makes his way to the ring. The crowd erupts in applause has HellFighter makes his way to the ring and on his way he is greeting and shaking hands with members of the audience. Once in the ring he shakes the hand of Mark Bravo and asks for the microphone.]


HellFighter: "Thank you very much for that great introduction, and I want to thank these fans for that awesome welcome into this arena. I praise God for that welcome. I accept it gracefully, and I praise Him for you all today. I can definately tell who is hungry for a Revolution."


((The crowd erupts in a huge applause. HellFighter then waits for the crowd to go down again and then he continues on.))


HellFighter: "There is alot going on right here in the MWC, and I feel in my heart, soul, and spirit it is the start of something big, really big. Can you smell it? Cam you taste it? Can you feel it? I can. I want this so bad that I can not even begin to comprehend the words to express what I am going through right now. You see that X-Rated, that's the sound of a people, a generation that is hungry, that is thirsty for something new. It's the new wine! We are a chosen generation here to carry on something that is far greater than anybody can possibly imagine. Everybody is welcome to be apart of this Revolution but we are not forcing you or anybody else in this thing in anyway. It's just simply come as you are, come one/come all, you are welcome and for starters this crowd is more than welcome. X-Rated, you may chose not to be apart of this and that's fine, that's your decision and we all respect that. But you can not, and I repeat, you can not stop what is already bound and prophecied to happen. It will happen, and there is nothing that nobody can do to contain or even control it. This is out of my hands and it is the mark of something so much greater. For not only this great wrestling federation, but also for this world, and for this universe, and everything that exists around us. This is not ours alone, but it was given to us freely, and we must cherish it always.


X-Rated, here at Supernova, it will be the start of the dawning of a whole new era. We are going to see the two of us, bleed, sweat, and shed our tears. It will be two men enter one man leaves victorious while the other is lying down in defeat. Is this personal? No. It is all mearly about business and about two men trying to make their marks on the MWC and the world. This will be a day for all of the history books will never forget, and they will never forget about the match at Supernova of HellFighter verses X-Rated. The match of two young men moving up into manhood. My God it will be one one glorious day. And it will also mark the beginning of the Revolution. And that will be something that not only the history books will be able to forget but also the world as well. So X-Rated, are you ready? Because I am, time to make you famous. And that's all I have to say, and you can quote me on that, all of that."


MP: That was so sweet. I wanna cry.


BS: Hush you.


MB: And his opponent....coming in at six foot five and weighing 237lbs. This is X-Rated!



BS: And here we go! HellFigher and X-Rated start up with a collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring. And HellFighter showing a bit of strenght by pusing off X-Rated.


MP: Shagadelic power baby!


BS: They tie up once more and AGAIN HellFighter shows his strenght. X-Rated looks up in disbelief and theres HellFighter smiling at him telling him to get back up. He sure is a true sportsman.


MP: I think he made a deal with the man upstairs.


BS: Well whatever he did it's working out for him. They tie up once again and this time X-Rated backs him into a corner. The ref is giving the count, but X-Rated is not letting go. The ref slides in and X-Rated with a cheap shot! Oh I think HellFighter got the best of him and now X-Rated is working off his last nerve.


MP: Stick it to him baby yeah!


BS: Back to the center of the ring and they lock up again, but X-Rated slips in a knee to the gut. X-Rated grabs him by the arm and throws him into the ropes and on the way back HellFighter is met with a standing dropkick right to the chin!


MP: Oh he'll be going to the dentist in the morning after that one. Maybe I should tell him to go to mine. He did wonders on my teeth. (smiles towards Sanders) See?


BS: Please I just ate. Back to the action. HellFighter is down on the canvas and X-Rated comes off the ropes and does a running leg drop right on his neck! I don't know if he can continue. And X-Rated gets behind HellRaiser, grabs the chin from behind, applies preasure to the back of his neck with his knee and just keeps pulling back. MY GOD listen to the pain coming from that man!


MP: Reminds me of a tune. The sounds I was making when I was with those three tarts the other night...


BS: May I remind you that this is a family show.


MP: ....at the Karokee sing along. I can't sing. What were you thinking?


BS: Um..nothing.


MP: Oh behave.


BS: The ref is in the face of HellFighter asking if he wants to give, but he's doing no such thing. God's warrior is not giving up. Not in the slightest! X-Rated realizes that this hold is doing nothing and releases it. He runs into the ropes and plants another running dropkick right into the mush of HellFighter as he was sitting up. And now he's on the second rope and he's jawjackin with the fans.


MP: That's right baby! Celebrate cause you're in control.


BS: He needs to pay attention to his opponent cause you never know. Well he finall turns around and leapes off the second rope leading with his elbow and HELLFIGHTER MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! I told you. Never underestimate your opponent.


MP: You talk about this like you know something.


BS: Hello!? I used to be a wrestler?


MP: Oh yeah. Groovy baby!


BS: And I actually signed that contract. HellFighter into the ropes and he catches X-Rated with a flying clothesline and both men are down. HellFighter used up all his energy to hit that move and it paid off, but he can't get the pin cause he's exausted. And here goes the ref with the count.


MP: They should both just take the power cause the sooner they're done the sooner the Main Event comes along and the Age of Love is here YEAH!


BS: Excuse me, but this is a good match we're calling right now. Well at least I'M calling. X-Rated is up and runs towars the ropes. He attempts a running legdrop, but HellFighter moves out of the way again. Now it's X-Rated on the ground and HellFighter is up and about. He goes to the outside and climbs to the top turnbuckle. FROGSPLASH....but X-Rated MOVES! Oh these two have scouted eachother very well! X-Rated back up and he begins to stomp on HellFighter. Again and again and AGAIN to the back of the head. He may have knocked this man out. X-Rated moves towards his legs and it's a Texas Clover leaf! The ref is asking if HellFighter wants to give, but he keeps shaking his head no! The man has alot of heart!


MP: The man has alot of something and it isn't brains. He should just give and shag another day.


BS: HellFighter is somehow crawling to the ropes. Inch by inch and he finally gets there! The ref tells X-Rated to break the hold and after a four count he finally does. X-Rated just looks down at HellFighter and can't believe it. He's shaking his head and laughing. Oh it's gonna take something big to finish this man off.


MP: Well I guess this is a good match. It's just making my waiting for the Main Event so much more interesting.


BS: Well I'm glad you're happy. X-Rated picks up HellFighter and puts him on the top turnbuckle. He climbs up on top and throws a couple of punches in for good measure. He hooks him up for a superplex, but HellFighter pushes him off and he spashes on the canvas VERY hard. HellFighter is just sitting on the top turnbuckle now trying to catch his breath. X-Rated gets back up clutching his stomach and starts to move towards HellFighter. And HellFighter greets X-Rates's stomach with a foot. Now X-Rated is doubled over in pain. HellFighter reaches out and grabs X-Rated by the head and .... TORNADO DDT! Oh that had to hurt! HellFighter goes for the cover one..two...three!! This one is over! HellFighter is your winner! Oh that was one HELL of a match!


MP: It's over? So soon? And I was gonna get a Crown and Seven.


BS: Maybe you can say hello to Kevin while you're out there. And HellFighter being the sportsmant hat he is helps up X-Rated and shakes his hand. This is great! He holds up both of their arms in victory and the crowd is giving them the applause they deserve. Now that is a true sports.........


[At that moment the lights go out in the arena. Once they come back on two men in black hoods are attacking HellFighter. X-Rated tries to help, but he his thrown outside of the ropes by one of the hooded people.]


MP: Oh what is this? A little bit of action baby yeah!

BS: This is total Bull! Now look at them. The two hoods pick up HellFighter and .... a DOUBLE POWERBOMB! Oh my GOD! As HellFighter is laying in the middle of the ring the two hoods seem to be laughing at him.


MP: Look they're taking off their hoods!


BS: What the? Angelus and Sephiroth? I thought they quit the federation? Oh what is this all about! Now Angelus is over HellFighter and is yelling at him. He picks him back up and ..... ANGEL'S TOUCH! He just hit him with his finisher! What did HellFighter do to deserve this.


MP: Maybe it was all that preaching. Different people follow different religions.


BS: HellFighter has the freedom of speech and he can say whatever he wants! Sephiroth goes out of the ring and brings in a chair and comes crashing down on the back of HellFighter's head. Now he drops the chair on the canvas and picks HellFighter up. SUPER NOVA!!! Now HE does HIS finishing manauver on him!


MP: He did it for the PPV! Get it? SuperNova.....his finisher Super Nova?


BS: Gee you're smart. Wait a second Angelus has a mic in his hand. This should be good.


Angelus: Mechanical Animals are back! Styles isn't here but we'll see about getting him back, don't you worry. This was just a warning to everyone here in the MWC that we've had enough of people just sitting on their asses and getting titles and title shots! That means you Bryan Blair! It's time MWC got new and fresh guys a chance to win in this corporate fed! Hellfighter was the first casualty, but he sure won't be the last!


(Angelus hands Sephiroth the mic)


Sephiroth: And Hellfighter, if you still want me in a match then you've got it!


(Angelus and Sephiroth continue attacking Hellfighter until other refs and MWC officials hit the ring. Angelus and Sephiroth quickly slide out of the ring and walk towards the back laughing the whole time.)


BS: That was uncalled for. HellFighter is a rookie in this league and he didn't deserve what he just got.


MP: That's the life you get when you're in this businees. You knew that didn't you?


BS: Yes I did, but I never agreed with it. The officials are attending to HellFighter and it looks like he'll need some help getting out of the ring. They pick him up and he walks back holding onto the refs while the audience gives a a standing ovation! One, I think, is well deserved. Well before we get back to our next match I'm being told that our new reporter and sometimes commentator Victoria McCave and she tracked down Kevin Powers.


MP: Now that bird has some legs on her. What I would give to shag her!


BS: That's a co-worker you know.


MP: MEOW!!


BS: God help me. Take it away Vickie.


VM: Thanks Brett. I'm here with Kevin Powers and ..... really. Are you even able to be interviewed?


KP: Look here baby. Just sit your pretty little fanny down here next to me and we'll talk about how you can interview (looks down) my good side.


VM: Oh be still my heart. The main question is what exactly are you doing at the Pay Per View? It was made clear that Vice President Erik Zieba put you on a forced vacation so that you can fix the problems in your life.......Kevin.


KP: (looking at her chest) Yeah?


VM: (lifts his chin so that he is looking at her face) My eyes are right here.


KP: Oh. Hey I'm still paying attention.


VM: O.K. what did I say then?


KP: You were talking about how you wanted to go on an exotic vaction with Good God and find out what is his true hidden secret talent.


VM: You just don't GET IT do you? You're not even supposed to be here.


KP: Hey I bought a ticket right before I went to the liquior store! The Vice Pissant can say what he wants but NO ONE can keep Good God out of a Pay Per View. I'm the money maker here and (looks at Vickie's Chest again) now looking I see I'm not the only money maker here.


VM: You're making me sick.


KP: O.K. I'll stop, but answer me one question baby.


VM: (disgusted) What?


KP: When you go home tonight and you take your clothes off and slip into your favorite nightie, or maybe you sleep naked, can you do Good God a favor and roll up your clothes and throw them to the end of your bed? I've got this mental image in my mind of what it would look like and if you could just take a picture of it....oh HELL I'll just take you home with me!


VM: You're making me sick. You need to sober up that's what you need to do!


KP: HELL NO! I'm out of here toots! Where's the beer garden at? Good God's buying!


VM: (watches him walk away) Please guys never again let me do an interview like that. It's such a waste to see that man in the condition he is in. He needs help. Back to you two at ringside.


BS: That's a shame.


MP: Yeah. She should be sitting here with me so that we can talk about some serious shagging after the show!


BS: My first day on the job and I already need a pay raise! We'll be right back with the next matchup between Commando vs. Sultan Rafique Bengal.


[A promo shows on the TV Screen promoting the MWC Website. Meet all the stars of the MWC and read what is currently going on behind the sceens.]




(Cue Up: Turkish National Anthem.)


MB: Being led to the ring by Bobby Hart, hailing from Istanbul, Turkey, standing at 6'4", 249 lbs. Here is Sultan Rafique Bengal!


(Sultan comes to the ring to a moderate crowd cheer, slapping hands and dancing all around as he goes.)


MB: And his opponent....


(Cue Up: Welcome to the Jungle.)


MB: Hailing from Fort Bragg, North Carolina....weighing 268lbs and standing 6' 8" tall..... Here is Commando...


(Commando comes down to ring being led by Casey Taylor carrying a bag of weapons, to cheers with a hint of boos.)


MP: It seems no flashy entrance for commando, guess they all can't be like me!


BS: Here we go with another blood curdling match with Commando..


(Suddenly Turn The Page by Metallica erupts, and the crowd goes wild as President Harders walks down the aisle, Microphone in hand. He stops mid aisle.)


RH: Nick, Listen to me real good now. If Commando uses any weapons, any interferrence by his buddies, anything other than straight wrestling, you disqualify his a**.


(Big Nick nods, and Harders turns and leaves as Commando just stares at Harders the whole way. Big Nick rings the bell.)


BS: Sultan with a quick roll up....1....kick out.


MP: What was that bird thinking?


BS: Hey, a quick pinfall would look great on this rookie's record.


MP: Commando looks a little hot headed.


BS: I would be too, Commando turns around and clocks Sultan with a powerful lariat.


MP: Oh, Sultan down, and writhing baby!


BS: Commando picks up, and drops Sultan again with a ddt.


MP: This is just punishment baby!


BS: Commando off the ropes with a leg drop across the back of the head of Sultan.


MP: Commando picks up Sultan, sends him into the ropes. Backdrop....No! Sidekick by Sultan! Yeah Baby!


BS: Sultan follows nicely with a swinging neckbreaker into a boston crab.


MP: Is that a bit of jealousy I see on Commado's face baby?


BS: What are you talking about?


MP: Well, he has got to be royally ticked if he was bested by Harders and all that power. Right baby?


BS: I guess you can look at things that way... Oh, Commando pulled the leg of the Sultan back, breaking the hold. Sultan gets up quickly, only to be met with a standing side kick.


MP: Sultan isn't bugging, what a tough cat.


BS: Commado then wraps him up and delivers an overhead belly to belly, half nelson suplex.


MP: That put that cat out.


BS: Commando not fooling around, picks up Sultan and delivers the nose dive. Big Nick counts the pin....1....2......3!


MP: Thank god baby, let's get to Vizzy!


BS: I think that that was Commando sending a message to President Harders, he isn't going to take his crap.


MP; Well, he is the one who signs the checks.


BS: Whatever, let's just get to the next match, the X's vs the Skeleton Smashers.


MP: Oh, this one should be interesting.


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