**The screen flashes onto the air, only instead of showing a shot of the crowd as usual, it shows a room full of NMW superstars, all sitting in fold-out chairs. Almost the whole roster seems to be in this small room, which has an old, crappy-looking podium standing in the front. Several absences include Gravedigger, Cliff, Tank, Desyre, Thresh Crest and Anarchy, Jackson King, and of course Zack Macomber. The roster is chatting among themselves, with the newcomers, Tony Monroe, Mr. Platypus, and the Great Kuda, sitting and talking on one side of the room. Cazz Selmer is sitting by himself, looking into his High Stakes title belt. Buddy the Clown and Aikeiro are playing poker over in another corner, and all of the chips are on Buddy's side of the table. Triple J is sucking on his lollipop in one area, as Crazy Joker watches enviously. Jason Moore and the Knife are sitting a few feet apart, but Jason is paying no attention, as he has his head down in his hands, and his eyes are wide open, looking back and forth rapidly. Suddenly, a homeless crew member walks into the room, and walks up to the podium.**

Homeless Crew Member-Silence please! You all have been gathered here today…for the first State of the NMW Address. Please be quiet and show some respect for our owner, and President……Seth Winters!

**The roster claps as Seth Winters walks into the room, wearing a black business suit and dark-rimmed glasses. He shakes the hand of the homeless crew member, and steps behind the podium. He taps on the microphone, which screeches in return.**

Winters-Testing…1…2…3. Hello NMW Superstars! Thank you for being here today, as I have prepared a special State of the NMW Address. I have reviewed the happening at and after Winter's Wonderland, and I have several special announcements to make, including some of the goings-on that will happen tonight. First of all, I would just like to say that tonight's show is dedicated to the late Zack Macomber, who died as a result of his drop from the top of the MilleniDome at the Pay-Per-View just two short weeks ago. The doctor told me the other day that Zack died of internal injuries. He will be sorely missed, and I'm sure you all will put on a good show for him tonight.

**The roster grumbles.**

Winters-Secondly, I want to welcome our newest members, over there in the corner. "The Skankin' Punkabilly" Tony Monroe, Mr. Platypus, and the Great Kuda. All three of these men show a lot of promise, and are all likely to succeed here in NMW. As most of you know, two of them have already been booked tonight…for Mr. Monroe will be taking on Triple J for the Lollipop of Mediocrity, and Mr. Platypus will face off against Chang Mustafa! As for the Great Kuda, I have something planned for you as well. Many of you witnessed a certain someone mouthing off to me in my office last week. Yes that's right…the crouton. Well, I smashed that little salad topper, but later that week, his brother approached me with some very unkind words. Therefore, the Great Kuda will go up against the crouton tonight, and Kuda…smash him for me.

**The Great Kuda looks confused, but nods.**

Winters-Very good. Moving right along, I want to say that Winter's Wonderland was a huge success, and we garnered over-the-top ratings from the show. We will no doubt overtake such faltering promotion like the MOW Slaughterhouse shortly, and I'm counting on you guys to help me out. I just came from the Slaughterhouse, and the roster there is in a tizzy. I made a few comments about how crappy their federation is, and how NMW is about to take over. And by the way, NMW's next huge PPV has been scheduled for February 10th, and the name of it is still pending. However, it will without a doubt be the one to knock the Slaughterhouse off the map. We rule!

**The roster claps.**

Winters-Damn skippy. Well, I've noticed that several members of the roster are not present, but I think most of them have a valid excuse for not being here. Zack is dead, Gravedigger is undead, Jackson King was frozen in the river, Tank, Cliff, and Desyre were all banned from the building, and Anarchy gets a waiver to any NMW functions that they choose. Other than that, everyone seems to be here. Now, we need to decide on the rest of the card for tonight. We already have four matches booked, including a return match between the Knife and Jason Moore for the North American title.

**Jason Moore nervously looks up at Winters, and smiles a bit. Knife emotionlessly just nods.**

Winters-But I feel that we may need one more good match to hold the show together coherently. Buddy and Aikeiro! You guys should defend your Tag Team titles tonight! But against who? The Tides of Darkness apparently aren't here, and there really aren't any other tag teams in NMW…

**Suddenly, "The Real Thing" Jackson King bursts into the room, with a small referee following behind him. He looks around for a moment, before lunging at Cazz Selmer! King spears Selmer out of his chair and begins pounding away on his face. Cazz struggle to free himself, but King continues to beat the stuffing out of him, as the ref awaits a pin. Just then, several homeless and Mexican crew members rush onto the scene, and pull King off of Selmer. The crew hold King back, as Cazz slowly gets to his feet, with his forehead bloody. King fights against the crew members, as they gradually pull him out of the room.**

Winters-YES! Genius! Tonight, Buddy and Aikeiro will put up their Tag Team titles against the team of Cazz Selmer…and Jackson King! You two were a tag team a few weeks ago…well, at least you WERE before you stole the title from King, Cazz. So tonight, you'll once again be a team! Excellent!

**Cazz frowns in disgust, as he picks up his High Stakes title and holds it tightly.**

Winters-Well, that should do it. Thank you all for your time, and have a great show!

**Chang Mustafa suddenly stands up and raises his hand.**

Winters-Yes Chang?

Chang-But Mr. Winters…What are the State of the NMW??

**Winters grins.**

Winters-Geez Chang…it's Missouri, duh.

**Winters walks over and pats the confused Chang on the back, before leaving the room. The NMW roster starts to get up and file out of the room, as the camera switches to a live feed of the inside of the NMW Arena. The fans are all cheering, as "Violent Reaction" by American Head Charge kicks in, sending the crowd into an even bigger frenzy. The camera pans around the almost packed house, picking up a view of several home-made signs that the fans have brought:

"The Skankin' What?"

"R.I.P. Zack"

"Who is Jason Moore?"

"Crest rules!"

"Viva La Crouton!"

"X-Pac sucks almost as much as the MOW Slaughterhouse."

After picking up the signs, the camera swings around, accidentally popping a few fans in the head. It finally comes to a halt once again, as always, on the faces of the single owners of the only model of the 1972 Chevrolet Garboon, Tyler Fredericks and Brian Erikson.**

Tyler Fredericks-Salutations NMW fans, and welcome to our first show after the spectacle that has literally made NMW, Winter's Wonderland. I am Tyler Fredericks.

Brian Erikson-And I am the post-pubescent commentator, Brian Erikson!

Fredericks-I resemble that remark.

Erikson-Oh shut up Tyler. You hit me at the PPV, and I had to get ten stitches because of you. I deserve to insult you for the rest of the night.

Fredericks-You nancy boy! My slap caused you to get stitches? That's weak dude…

Erikson-Shut up and show the damn card.

MATCH 1. "THE SKANKIN' PUNKABILLY" TONY MONROE VS. TRIPLE J* (LOLLIPOP OF MEDIOCRITY)

MATCH 2. THE GREAT KUDA VS. A CROUTON

MATCH 3. MR. PLATYPUS VS. CHANG MUSTAFA

MATCH 4. THE KNIFE VS. JASON MOORE

MATCH 5. BUDDY THE CLOWN AND AIKEIRO VS. "THE REAL THING" JACKSON KING AND CAZZ SELMER

Fredericks-That State of the NMW Address that we just saw was pretty interesting, and the card was pretty much complete there. What do you make of it Brian?

Erikson-Well, I too believe that the Slaughterhouse sucks, but then again, I believe that everyone sucks except me.

Fredericks-Well said. Let's jump right into the action, shall we?

MATCH 1. "THE SKANKIN' PUNKABILLY" TONY MONROE VS. TRIPLE J*

(LOLLIPOP OF MEDIOCRITY)

**"Punk Nation Unification" by AFI suddenly hits the sound system, as the crowd lets out a decent-sized cheer for another newcomer, "The Skankin' Punkabilly" Tony Monroe. Monroe skanks his way onto the stage, points to the crowd, and then skanks his way down the entrance ramp. He then skanks halfway around the ring, before hopping up onto the apron and skanking into the ring.**

Fredericks-That guy sure is skanky.

Erikson-Um…yeah.

**The crowd watches Tony Monroe as he awaits his opponent…as "The Kings Of Rock" by Run DMC hits. The Lollipop of Mediocrity champion, Triple J, dances onto the stage, he bows to the crowd, holding his lollipop proudly. He then gayly skips his way down the ramp, hands the lollipop to the timekeeper, whom he then kisses on the cheek. The timekeeper smacks him, and Triple J walks away rejected, before climbing into the ring.**

Fredericks-Let's remember the rules of the Lollipop of Mediocrity. It's a title you DON'T want to have, and the only way to get rid of it is to win a match.

Erikson-So it's the fag versus the skanker…What is NMW coming to? Oh wait…it's always been like this…

The match begins with Triple J charging at Tony Monroe, who simply sidesteps the 'champion' and takes him down with a Drop Toe Hold. Triple J quickly gets up and runs at Monroe again, but gets dropped with a second Drop Toe Hold. This time Triple J gets up a little slower, as Monroe closes in and nails him with a chest chop. Monroe then whips Triple J off the ropes and takes him over with an Arm Drag. Monroe holds onto Triple J's arm and twists it into an armbar. Triple J slowly begins to crawl to his feet, before escaping the armbar, and hitting an elbow thrust to Monroe's midsection. Monroe releases Triple J's arm, as the 'champ' runs towards the ropes. Triple J bounces off the ropes and runs back at "The Skankin' Punkabilly", who dodges the charge of Triple J, locks him up, and delivers a quick Sambo Suplex! Triple J bounces off the mat, as Monroe makes the cover……….1………2……..Triple J barely kicks out. Tony Monroe gets back to his feet and pulls Triple J up with him. Monroe slips Triple J's arm over his neck, and delivers a Snap Suplex. Triple J quickly rolls out of the ring, holding his back in pain, as a small tear flows down his face. Monroe begins yelling at Triple J, as the crowd cheers on the Punkabilly. Triple J turns his face back to the ring, to reveal that tears are pouring from his eyes!

Fredericks-Triple J is crying! The Skankin' Punkabilly made him cry!

Triple J turns his back and starts to march his way up the ramp, pouting all the while. The ref begins to count Triple J out……..1……..2………3…….Monroe gets restless and hops out of the ring, chasing down Triple J………4………5……..6…….Monroe catches up to Triple J and hits him from behind with a forearm blow……….7………"The Skankin' Punkabilly" then grabs Triple J by the hair and begins dragging him back to the ring, with the tears still flowing……….8………Tony Monroe pulls Triple J up and throws him back into the ring. Monroe then hops up onto the apron, and climbs the turnbuckle, as Triple J wipes his eyes, and slowly gets to his feet. Monroe prepares to leap, but Triple J quickly runs and pushes his foot off the turnbuckle, crotching Tony on the top rope! Triple J then taunts the crowd, and climbs up onto the top rope as well, before making a humping gesture into Tony's face! Triple J then hops up onto his shoulder to deliver a top rope Hurricanrana…but Monroe reaches up and grabs Triple J, before leaping off and delivering a top rope Sitout Powerbomb!! Both men lie motionless for a moment after the large impact, but Monroe then starts to stir and spins over to make the cover………1……….2………The ref notices that Triple J's leg is laying on the bottom rope! Monroe curses, and gets up, awaiting the rise of Triple J. The 'champ' slowly gets up, with his back to Monroe. Monroe whistles, and Triple J turns around, taking a big swing with his right hand, and connecting with Monroe's face! Tony flops to the ground…as Triple J smiles. Triple J pulls Monroe up, only to get poked in the eyes, completing the Safety Pin Smack (Old Man Flop)!! Triple J falls onto his back, holding his eye, as Tony Monroe places his foot on Triple J's chest for the Lyberatchii Spoon (Cocky Pin)………..1…………2…………3!! Tony Monroe skanks his way over to the turnbuckle, and raises his arms in the air as the crowd cheers!

Anna Lopez-Winner at 4:01, "The Skankin' Punkabilly" Tony Monroe!! Loser, and still Lollipop of Mediocrity champion, Triple J!

**Tony Monroe has his arm raises by the referee, as Triple J remains lying on the mat, holding his eye. The timekeeper throws the lollipop back into the ring, landing it next to Triple J. Monroe makes his way back up the ramp, and skanks backstage.**

Fredericks-He won…with an eyepoke.

Erikson-Don't question it Tyler, just roll with it.

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**A large and bulky homeless security guard is standing outside the entrance to the NMW Arena, shivering from the cold, and smoking a cigarette. He watches several cars go by, before looking down at his watch. He sighs and stands large in front of the entrance…when all of a sudden, Cliff and Tank walk up to him.**

Homeless Security Guard-Hey! You guys can't come in here. President Winters has banned you from the building for tonight. He gave me strict orders to keep you two out of here.

Tank-Is that so?

Cliff-Whoa, down Tank. Hey Desyre!

**Tank and Cliff turn around, as Desyre walks up between them, wearing a very small halter top and leather pants. She walks past them and approaches the security guard, whose eyes widen at the site of her.**

Desyre-Is there a problem here, Mr. Security Guard?

Homeless Security Guard-N…N…No. Not at all. It's just that President Winters told me to keep you three out of the building tonight.

**Desyre runs her hand up the guards gut, and then places her hand on his cheek. He shivers and drops his cigarette.**

Desyre-Aw gee, Mr. Security Guard, it's really cold out here…And you wouldn't want a fragile thing like me to catch pneumonia, would you?

Homeless Security Guard-N…N…No, of course not.

Desyre-Well then, why don't you just let us in the building?

**Desyre moves in to give the guard a kiss on the cheek, as Cliff and Tank smile. However, the guard reaches up and stops her. She backs away, confused.**

Homeless Security Guard-I said no. You can't come in.

Desyre-Is that so?

**Desyre struts up to the guard once again, before dropping down, and jabbing him in the groin!! The guard topples over, holding his crotch, as Desyre steps over his large body, and walks into the building. Tank and Cliff look at each other, shrug, and walk in after her.**

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Erikson-Intruders!

Fredericks-Shut the hell up. Any night that we get to look at Desyre is a good night.

Erikson-Good point.

MATCH 2. THE GREAT KUDA VS. A CROUTON

**"In the End" by Linkin Park begins to play as Great Kuda takes his first step on the stageway towards the ring. He makes his way down the rampway as the fans, noted for their great accuracy with popcorn holders, take their best shots. Kuda dodges them all successfully and finishes the gauntlet, sliding into the ring.**

Erikson- Well, he does look very confident tonight.

Fredericks- That’s great, considering he is facing a crouton.

Erikson- Good point…

**"Just Got Wicked" hits as our lovely president, Seth Winters appears on the Millenitron. His voice fights through the boos as a man appears through the curtain carrying the lovable crouton on a platter down to the ring.**

Winters- Ah yes, you little crouton. You are the champion of the bag I see. I cannot wait to see you crushed by the one known as the Great Kuda! Good luck you little salad topper…

**The Millenitron kicks out as the fans finish their booing and watch attentively to the ring. The man slides into the ring and places the crouton in the middle of the ring. He then turns and gets out of the ring, and returns to the back.**

Great Kuda smiles cockily to the crowd. They all snicker a bit and he turns to see the crouton. His face slowly changes from a smile to a frown of confusion. He takes a few steps around and then looks at the referee, who nods in approval, signaling for the combat to begin. He chuckles a bit then walks to the center of the ring. He then gets on his knees and places a finger over the tiny crouton….1……2….. Kuda pulls up! He chuckles a bit and tells the referee to wait one moment. He stands tall over the crouton and holds his foot over it. He gets ready to slam it down when suddenly, "Fuel" by Metallica hits!

Fredericks- That’s Tank!

Erikson- I wonder what he’s doing out here?!

Kuda keeps his leg over the crouton while checking over his shoulder for Tank. He turns back around and faces forward to have a hand reach out and grab his throat! Kuda thrusts his arms around frantically as Tank lifts Kuda up off the ground and slams him hard against the mat! Kuda’s body bounces around but Kuda makes the mistake of trying to get back up! Tank turns back around from about to leave to see that Kuda is trying to get up. Smiling, Tank walks over to Kuda and picks him up to his feet. Kuda, half dazed swings a sloppy punch and Tank, but Tank catches his fist! Kuda backs up and hits the turnbuckle! Tank’s face lightens up and he kicks Kuda in the gut, Kuda bends over and Tank grabs him in a powerbomb set up! Tank picks him up and hits The Bombshell! (Powerbomb into the turnbuckle) The Great Kuda falls to the mat and lays there unmoving. Tank slides out of the ring and grabs a mic.

Tank- Seth, you think that you can just push anyone around here don’t you!? Well no more! I’m taking this…. Uh…crouton, and he will be saved.

Tank slides back into the ring and grabs the crouton. He looks over and smiles at Kuda, after grinning again he pulls the Great Kuda to the middle of the ring and lays the crouton on his chest. Tank points at the referee and he obliges…1……2…….3

Anna Lopez- Winner at 0:49… the uh…Crouton!

**The crowd goes wild as "Just Got Wicked" blares over the loudspeakers! Seth Winters appears through the curtain followed by ten crewmen, carrying their wonderful cattle prods.**

Winters- I’m not even going to bother explaining my actions, GET THEM!

**The crew members break into a sprint down the ramp as Tank grabs the crouton and scrambles over the barricade and through the crowd.**

Fredericks- The Crouton beat the Great Kuda!

Erikson- I a way I feel sorry for Kuda… but it’s just too funny!

**The camera fades out.**

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**"The Skankin' Punkabilly" Tony Monroe is standing backstage, sweating after his victory over Triple J. He looks up and notices that a camera is on him.**

Monroe-I won. I won. I won. I am the man. Next week, I want Cazz Selmer for that High Stakes title. I'm gonna slowly work my way to the top here in NMW. Triple J's lollipop must taste pretty bitter after I defeated him, and now, I will become the High Stakes champion! Bitter lollipop…hehe, that's a good one. Good job Tony…

**Monroe pats himself on the back as he skanks away and the camera fades.**

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**The camera cuts to the backstage area, where the Knife is sitting in his locker room, with his North American title over his shoulder. He is half dressed in his ring attire, but he seems very solemn for some reason.**

Knife-I can't believe I almost killed him. He may have turned on me, but he was still my friend. Poor Melvin…

**Knife stands up, hanging his head.**

Knife-Winter's Wonderland was great…I won the North American title and finally shut up Jason Moore, if only Melvin hadn't tried to stop me. I put his life at risk, I was almost a murderer. How can I be happy about winning this title if I have to live with the fact that I almost killed my best friend? I can't be happy about that, not at all. It's all my fault that he's in critical condition right now, and I just can't help but think about it. I just can't believe it…I almost killed another human being. I hope the fans can forgive me, I hope Melvin can forgive me. I'm so sorry…So sorry…

**Knife walks out of his locker room, as the scene fades.**

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Erikson-Aww, poor Knifey seems depressed.

Fredericks-Don't act like that Brian…He almost killed his own ex-best friend, Melvin Frost, at Winter's Wonderland. That's got to be hard to accept.

Erikson-Meh, I killed my pet cat once by hitting it in the head with a brick. Does that make me a bad person?

Fredericks-No, it makes you a heartless bastard.

Erikson-Precisely.

MATCH 3. MR. PLATYPUS VS. CHANG MUSTAFA

**The crowd's attention turns to the stage, as the Toadies' "I Come From The Water" strikes the system. The crowd pops as one of NMW's newest competitors, Mr. Platypus, walks onto the stage. He struts back and forth on the stage, waving his arms around and giving the Platypus high-sign, whatever that may be. He then makes his way down the ramp and steps into the ring.**

Fredericks-There's something awfully familiar about that guy, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

Erikson-There's a lot of things you can't put your finger on, Tyler. Women, for instance…

**Once Mr. Platypus is in the squared circle, his music comes to a halt and gives way to "Bodies" by Drowning Pool. The crowd once again gives a cheer, this one a little stronger, as pro wrestling's most illiterate man, Chang Mustafa, walks into the public eye. He does a little jig onstage, nearly falling and killing himself, before slowly making his way towards the ring, eyeing up Platypus all the while. Chang's head is bandaged up, and he struggles to keep it from unraveling as he steps into the ring.**

Fredericks-Chang sure looks fresh and ready to go. That surprises me after the hell he went through in the MilleniDome two weeks ago.

Erikson-Eh, two weeks is a good amount of time to heal. Besides, Chang is used to being dropped on his head.

The bell rings, as Mr. Platypus slowly steps in towards Chang. The two men grapple, and Chang comes out with a standing armbar. Platypus twists out of it and locks on a standing armbar of his own. Chang holds his shoulder in pain, as Platypus leans back, and headbutts Chang on the shoulder! Chang drops to his knees after this unorthodox maneuver, and Platypus claps to the crowd. The crowd begins clapping back, as Platypus turns around…and gets knocked back by a right hand by the now-standing Chang. Chang too starts pumping up the crowd, as he turns around and is knocked down with a clothesline from Mr. Platypus! Mr. Platypus, proud of his excellent move, hops up onto the second rope, facing the crowd, and starts yelling at them to get louder. The crowd cheers, as Chang sneaks up behind Platypus, and drops him off the second rope with a Belly to Back Suplex. Platypus lands on his neck, as Chang drops for the cover………1……….2……..Kickout by Mr. Platypus. Chang angrily gets up, but starts to sway as he gets a head rush. Platypus quickly takes advantage of this, as he pops back up, and slams Chang down with a Reverse DDT. Instead of going for a pin, Mr. Platypus bounces off the ropes, spins in a 360 circle, and then hits a jumping headbutt into Chang's sternum. Platypus then makes the cover………1……….2…….Chang gets a shoulder up. The crowd begins cheering on Mr. Platypus, as he pulls Chang to his feet. However, Chang quickly reaches up, grabbing Platypus by the ears…and drops him down into a modified Jawbreaker! Chang stands up again, holding his head in pain, and he begins scaling the turnbuckle. Mustafa gets to the top rope, as Platypus gets to his feet. Chang leaps off and connects with a big Missile Dropkick, sending Platypus sprawling backwards, tumbling out of the ring! Chang accidentally hits his face on the mat after he descends from the dropkick, and his nose is now bleeding. Chang pays no attention to it, as he hops out of the ring, and rolls the fatigued Platypus back into the ring. Chang then slides back in, and starts waving his arms in the air for the crowd. As Chang is doing this, Mr. Platypus kicks his leg up, connecting with Chang Mustafa's gonads! Chang doubles over holding his nuts, before falling down face-first, and landing on Platypus's nads as well! Both men lie on the mat in pain, as the referee starts the 10 count……….1………2………3……..4……..Both men kick their legs around, still clutching their groins……..5………6……..7……….Platypus starts to roll over and get up to his knees……..8……..Chang then does the same……..9…….Both men get up to their feet just in time, as Chang winds up for a big clothesline. Platypus ducks it, causing Chang to hit the ref instead! Chang frets for a moment, as Platypus recovers and turns around to kick Chang in the gut. Chang bends over, as Mr. Platypus hooks him up for the Wrath of the Platypus (Brainbuster DDT)!! Platypus lifts Chang vertically, before Chang turns in midair and slides out of the grasp of Mr. Platypus. Platypus turns around, as Chang kicks him in the gut and quickly executes the Buzzsaw (Tiger Driver)!! Platypus gets folded up on the mat, as Chang readies himself to make the pin…when the lights go out.

Fredericks-Oh crap…

Erikson-Look in the ring Tyler…it's…GRAVEDIGGER!

The lights suddenly flash back on a moment later, and Gravedigger is standing in the ring, holding Chang Mustafa in the air with his hand around Chang's neck! A second passes, and Chang is slammed down to the mat with the Embalmer (Chokeslam from Hell)!! Gravedigger looks down at the broken Chang, before climbing out of the ring and heading backstage up the ramp. Meanwhile, Mr. Platypus is slowly rolling over, and he places his arm on top of Chang, as the ref finally comes around to make the count…………..1……………2…………….3!! Platypus, surprised, groggily gets to his feet, and raises his hands in the air.

Anna Lopez-Winner at 3:46, Mr. Platypus!

**"I Come From The Water" hits once more, as Mr. Platypus makes his way to the back. Chang slowly gets to his feet, with a furious expression on his face. He stomps out of the ring, stumbling around the whole way, and he too makes his way backstage.**

Fredericks-And the newcomer, Mr. Platypus, gets the win, with a little assistance from Gravedigger.

Erikson-Looks like Gravedigger got his revenge on Chang after the Illiterate One hit the Unholy One with a steel pipe at the PPV.

Fredericks-Indeed.

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**The camera cuts to the back, where Buddy the Clown is standing in front of a soda machine, with Aikeiro standing next to him.**

Buddy-Ok Akeiro, we've got a really easy match tonight. Those two guys hate each other. There's no way we can lose! So here's what I wanna do. Let's have a toast to our Tag Team title reign!

Aikeiro-A……toast? Buttered….toast?

Buddy-No, no, no. A toast, like where you tap your glasses together and wish something well.

Aikeiro-But….I……have…..no…..glasses.

Buddy-Hold on a sec.

**Buddy headbutts the soda machine, and a Moutain Dew comes rolling out. He hands the can to Aikeiro, before headbutting the machine again. Buddy rubs his head as another Moutain Dew rolls out. Buddy and Aikeiro both open their soda cans.**

Buddy-Ok, now we tap our cans together and say "To our Tag Team titles", got it?

Aikeiro-Weird…..American…..custom. Yes…..I…..have……it.

**Buddy lifts his can and moves it forward, as Aikeiro does the same….but Aikeiro thrusts his soda forward too quickly, and smashes it into Buddy's face! The Mountain Dew spills everywhere, and Buddy stares at Aikeiro, who smiles.**

Aikeiro-To…….our……Tag…..Tea…

**Buddy cuts Aikeiro off by slamming his can into Aikeiro's face. Aikeiro grins as Mountain Dew runs down his face.**

Buddy-Stupid Korean…

**Buddy walks off, as Aikeiro just smiles.**

Aikeiro-To……our……..Tag…….Team…….titles. Buddy! I……did……it!

**Aikeiro runs off in search of Buddy.**

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**The scene then cuts to Jason Moore's locker room, where he is stretching and preparing for his match. He suddenly stops and flops onto a chair in the corner. He drops his head into his hands.**

Moore-Ugh…I've lost everything I know. My Mexican army is gone…my North American title is gone…Everything is gone. I don't even know who I am anymore. Maybe I am a Crest brother. Maybe I'm Jackson King's brother. I'm sure as hell not Jason Moore anymore. I don't even know who Jason Moore is. I have to face the Knife tonight. Maybe I'm related to the Knife…

**Moore raises his head and looks around for a bit. He spots a pair of dark glasses sitting on the floor. He gets up and walks over to them.**

Moore-Glasses…Wait a second…I think I know who I am! Knife is gonna get it now!

**Moore leans over and picks up the glasses, slides them on his face, and grins as the scene fades.**

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Fredericks-Weird…

Erikson-Strange…

Fredericks-Odd…

MATCH 4. JASON MOORE VS. THE KNIFE*

(NORTH AMERICAN TITLE)

**"Boiler" by Limp Bizkit plays as the new North American champion comes out onto the stage with his belt draped over his shoulder. He holds his side in pain as he walks slowly down to the edge of the stage. He grabs the belt off of his shoulder and thrusts it into the air, receiving the crowd’s loud cheers. He then crouches down a bit, holding his stomach once more. He makes his way down the rampway as our two twinkie chucker commentators begin talking.**

Fredericks- As it goes without saying, Knife and Jason Moore went through a lot 2 weeks ago at Winter’s Wonderland. As you can see, the effects are still lingering on Knife, which makes me wonder how things will go when Jason gets out here.

Erikson- In all honesty, I do not think any of these men should be competing tonight.

**"Confession" by Cold strikes up as Jason Moore comes out from the curtain and stands there. The boos seem to wrap around throughout the arena as Jason takes a look around. He suddenly smiles and puts his arm up, he spreads his fingers out into the Vulcan sign as the crowd stops booing and chatters amongst themselves in wonderment. A stage hand gives him a microphone.**

Moore- Holy Quasospheres! Knife, I hope you enjoy having that belt of mine. For it WILL be mine tonight! Keep that belt warm like a phaser set on kill, this won’t take long.

**Jason Moore throws the mic to the side and makes his way down the ramp, eventually sliding in.**

The bell sounds as the two men stare at each other wearily. Knife blinks out of it and goes for a sloppy clothesline. The clothesline ends up hitting Jason off the top of the head when he ducks. They keep rolling with it thought and Jason kicks Knife in the stomach, bending him over. Jason locks him around the waist, and tries to heave him up, but Knife holds on to Jason’s legs! Jason sets him down and Knife pulls back on Jason’s legs dropping him in a spine buster! Knife falls to the mat, as if he has just wrestled a match before this one and starts gulping for air. Knife regains his composure and crawls himself over to Jason Moore, dropping an arm over him…..1…..2…..Jason gets his arm up! Knife slowly gets back to his feet, as does Jason and they both start to trade punches. Knife is the first to punch and a weak balled up fist rushes at Jason’s face as it cracks against it and falls off like a bug on a window shield. Jason swings one of his punches and just like Knife’s punch it seems to crash against Knife’s face and just slide back off. Suddenly Jason kicks Knife in the stomach! Jason locks Knife up in a suplex position, he stomps and hoists Knife into the air, stalling it! Knife starts to teeter forwards, but then backs up, he leans forward trying to even Knife out, but he loses his grip and Knife comes crashing down to the mat, barely able to land on his back so that he doesn’t land on his neck! Jason falls back, coughing again. Jason crawls to his knees and lays over Knife for a pin……..1…….2….. Kickout! Jason goes into a coughing frenzy as he gets up onto his feet. Knife slowly follows suit and gets up. Jason grabs him by the arm and whips him into the ropes. Jason puts his foot up for a big boot, but doesn’t get it up high enough and stuffs it into Knife’s stomach! Knife gasps for air as Jason points to the turnbuckle! Jason cuts his throat with his thumb signaling the Confession! (Top rope vertebreaker)

Erikson-Here comes the most dangerous move in sports entertainment!

Fredericks-You're just a cliché machine, aren't you?

He coughs again and picks up Knife by the hair. Knife follows along with it and Jason whips him into the turnbuckle, nearly falling himself. He then walks over to Knife and climbs the turnbuckle. He pulls Knife up aswell and locks him up in the vertebreaker! But he stumbles a bit and loses his footing, falling with Knife landing sitting on Jason’s back! Knife, kind of woozily, falls off of Jason’s back and lands on his side. He pushes Knife on his back and pins him…1…..2… Kickout again! The crowd starts to boo in wonderment why the match is going from shit to... well… diarrhea. Knife pulls himself up to his feet and grabs Jason by the head and pulls him up. Knife gets ready to pull him up to his feet, but Jason puts his hands on Knife’s shoulders, and pulls him down into a chinbreaker! Knife bounces back up and flies back, landing on the mat with a thud! Jason gets on his feet and walks over to Jason. He runs to the ropes and bounces off, Jason jumps into the air and slams down on Knife with a leg drop! Jason takes his time getting back up, having another coughing fit. He runs to the ropes again, turns around and bounces off, getting caught off guard with THE CUTTER! (stone cold stunner) Knife falls to the mat out of extreme exhaustion with his head facing Jason. He slowly starts to crawl over to Jason as the crowd starts cheering louder and louder. He raises his arm dramatically into the air, and drops it down!……1……2……3!

Anna Lopez- Your winner at 2:29, and STILL North American Champion, The Knife!

**The crowd cheers louder as "Boiler" begins to play again. The referee brings Knife his belt and Knife begins to walk out of the ring. But he stops, and turns around. He walks back over to Jason’s laid out body.**

Fredericks- Oh no…

**Knife grabs one of Jason’s arms and hoists him up into standing. Helping him up, Knife calls for the mic.**

Knife- Jason, I cannot believe that you would imitate Melvin Frost! Leave him out of this! The man is in critical condition and could die any second and you mock him!? Get a life… You’re pathetic.

**Knife drops the microphone as Jason wearily stands up. Knife turns around and is about to leave the ring when he stops. He turns around and taps Jason on the shoulder. Jason turns around and Knife kicks him in the gut, giving him the Cutter again! Jason falls back to the mat and lays out, unmoving as "Boiler" hits again.**

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**Thresh is shown in a dark room again. Just like on Winter’s Wonderland the figure is hard to make out in the darkness except for a faint light. A faint light shines in to show long hair and what seems to be a bandana holding it. The figure with the hair nods as if he and Thresh have been having a conversation for awhile.**

Thresh- I see that I didn’t need you at Winter’s Wonderland. But thank you for staying put just in case. I can’t wait until it is time for you to come out.

Voice- You know I’ll be around just in case.

Thresh- And I appreciate that. But seeing the competition in this federation, there isn’t too much to worry about at all. As long as idiots like Jackson King and Chang Mustafa are running around this dump, I'm safe. Plus Zack is gone for good.

Voice- Indeed. Once my business matters are taken care of, this federation will turn anew… Just you wait and see.

Thresh- Your confidence frightens even me.

**The camera fades out.**

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MATCH 5. BUDDY THE CLOWN AND AIKEIRO* VS. "THE REAL THING" JACKSON KING AND CAZZ SELMER

(TAG TEAM TITLES)

**"What is a Juggalo" by the ICP blares over the loudspeakers as Buddy and Aikeiro come out from the back. Aikeiro spins around before honking his nose. The crowd returns the honking from the clown noses they bought when they entered the arena. Once the honking nose finishes echoing around the area, Buddy and Aikeiro make their way down to the ring.**

Fredericks-And here come the Tag champs, Buddy and Aikeiro.

Erikson-What a team. You know, Winters is always talking about how much the Slaughterhouse sucks…With teams like this, NMW kinda sucks too.

Fredericks-You know what else sucks? The fact that you probably just lost about $100 out of your next paycheck because you said that.

**"Wonderboy" by Tenacious D suddenly hits and "The Real Thing" Jackson King with Cazz Selmer come out onto the ramp. They look at each other untrustingly and keep their distance as they walk down the ramp and slide into the ring.**

Erikson-Now here comes a promising young team.

Fredericks-Brian, they're not even really a team.

Erikson-You say that now, but just wait 'til they win the titles here. Then you'll stop all of your naysaying.

Buddy and Aikeiro immediately go at their opponents with a flurry of punches. Buddy grabs Cazz Selmer by the tights and spins around, launching him up and over the top rope onto the outside. Buddy then helps Aikeiro as they back King up into the turnbuckle. Buddy grabs King and hoists him up onto the turnbuckle. Buddy gets up on the 2nd rope and locks a move on King, but Jackson King fires a punch that knocks Buddy down to the mat and he lands on his knees. Aikeiro runs up and jumps off of Buddy’s back, landing on King’s shoulders, flipping him down in an hurrancarana! Cazz Selmer slides back into the ring and as Aikeiro turns around, he is dropped with a power clothesline from Cazz! Buddy comes up behind Cazz and locks on a full nelson as Jackson King gets up. The referee runs over to yell at King to get out of the ring, but Jackson King argues, giving Aikeiro time to get up and smack Cazz in the face with a sweet chin music! King gets back behind the ropes and the referee turns, seeing Aikeiro behind his rope. Buddy quickly goes for the pin….1…..2…..Kickout! Buddy picks up Cazz by the hair and wraps his hands around Cazz’s head, slamming him down on his knee! Cazz gets back up and charges at Buddy, who ducks the clothesline, Cazz bounces off the turnbuckle and comes running back going for a spear, but Buddy puts up a knee driving it into Cazz’s midsection! Cazz falls again, giving Buddy a chance to go for another pin….1…..2…. Kickout! Buddy pulls Cazz up and drags him to his corner, tagging in Aikeiro. Buddy holds Cazz’s arm, and Aikeiro jumps on the rope, bouncing off and dropping a leg on Cazz’s arm! Buddy steps out as Aikeiro kicks Cazz repeatedly. Aikeiro lifts up Cazz and whips him into the ropes, Cazz reverses it, and when he gets back Cazz drops him with a neckbreaker! Aikeiro gets back up and Cazz whips him into the ropes, King walks over to where the Aikeiro will be and sets ready, but Aikeiro reverses the whip and Cazz goes towards the ropes, catching King off guard and flying him off the apron! Cazz stands by the ropes yelling down to Jackson King, the referee calls the tag and Cazz turns around, getting speared out of the ring by Aikeiro! Both King and Cazz get up from the outside and stare at each other, they begin to shove each other when Aikeiro comes flipping from inside the ring, body splashing the both of them!

Fredericks- Oh my god, this tag team is seeming invincible!

Erikson- Just give it time Tyler… Just give it time.

Aikeiro grabs Jackson King and whips him into the ring. King gets up and facing Aikeiro and yells at him, getting poised to flatten him, when Aikeiro just laughs and honks his nose. Suddenly King hears another nose honk right behind him. His face of aggression turns to fear as he turns around and is given the Psycopathic Slam! (Sitout powerbomb into a pin) Buddy holds on for the pin…… But the referee is yelling at Aikeiro and Cazz! Buddy gets up and taps the referee on the shoulder, the ref turns and Buddy pins King…1……2……. Kickout! On the outside, Cazz whips Aikeiro into the metal steps. Buddy picks up King and whips him into the ropes, King reverses it and Cazz trips up Buddy from the outside! Buddy flattens on the mat as King tags in Cazz. Cazz comes into the ring and immediately slaps an armbar on Buddy. Buddy writhes in pain as he desperately reaches for the ropes, but Cazz is able to pull him back away, keeping himself inbetween Buddy and the ropes. The referee gets down to check on Buddy when Aikeiro leaps onto the apron and sidekicks Cazz in the face, letting Buddy roll him up! 1……..2…….3!

Anna Lopez- Winners by pinfall at 5:18, and still NMW Tag Team Champions, Buddy the Clown and Aikeiro!

**"What is a Juggalo" hits again as Buddy and Aikeiro both stand tall in the ring with their tag team titles over their shoulders, receiving the crowd’s praise and glory.**

Fredericks- It’s going to take one hell of a match to knock this tag team out of place. That is for sure.

Erikson- I think we could do it…

**Both commentators stare at each other, then back at the camera, before bursting out into uncontrollable laughter. The camera fades out, as the show comes to an end.**

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