The show begins with a snowed out screen. The snow fades out, we are presented with a CWF logo followed by the Sunday Night Stampede logo. The CWF theme song plays. Small clips of several wrestlers are shown. Acrobats, power, techniques, and hardcore present the different styles the wrestlers use. After the song finishes, the clips and everything turns black.

We start out inside the packed arena where the new CWF fans are now begining to carry signs for everyone to read. Some of them read:

Renegade is a LIAR

I love Big Ging

Robbed was Joe Taylor

Is it true?

I'm With Stupid

The camera finally comes to a stop on George Francis and Nick Michaels as they are to take us through the show. The lights go off, there is a small pyro show where the are coming out from the top of the ramp, along the ramp, from the top of the Jumbrotron, at each corner of the ring, and all around the outside of the ring. The crowd is loud, and full of cheers tonight. You can't hear yourself think. The lights come back on and we are faced with Nick Michaels and George Francis who have the closest seats to the ring, at their table just outside of ringside.

Nick Michaels - We are back, after No Bitches Allowed, we come back to Sunday Night Stampede.

George Francis - That's right, and what a show, last week was. I mean answers were given and Champions were changed.

Nick Michaels - Can you believe it? I mean not only did we find out who the attacker was, but Joe Taylor suffered his first lost EVER in the CWF

George Francis - Yes that's true, he has had an amazing run with the Championship belt around his waist, but his mentor, Big Ging who was 0 for 2 against Joe Taylor, finally got the win against him. Amazing was last week.

Nick Michaels - Nobody would of expected the CWF to explode like it has done.

George Francis - And nobody expected the CWF to do better in the ratings going against the number one wrestling fed, the WWE, who held their Pay-Per-View event on the same night. Whatever Mr. R and Mr. Jackson were thinking, it worked.

Nick Michaels - What?

George Francis - I mean not even the WCW used to go against WWE in the Pay-Per-View, but here comes the CWF, first ever Pay-Per-View and they managed to beat the WWE.

Nick Michaels - Really?

George Francis - Well it was the Encore presentation that put CWF over. People heard about the show, so they got the encore presentation.

Nick Michaels - Well that's good news for the CWF, and maybe for us too, maybe we will get a raise.

George Francis - Trust me when I say this, don't count on it.

Nick Michaels - How do you know, I mean, it could happen

George Francis - I'm happy just to be working for the great company, I won't ask for a raise, I don't need one, I've got the best job in the World.

Nick Michaels - But wouldn't more money make it better?

George Francis - NO!!

Nick Michaels - Alright, I'll tell Mr. R that I'll take your raise too.

George Francis - You're not getting a raise stupid, now get off the subject, you have a job to do, and that's to do the commentaring for the CWF.

Nick Michaels - Yeah, yeah, whatever you say buddy. I'll do it after the break. George Francis - Funny you say that because we have to go to commercial break.

Cut to Commercial Break

George Francis - Well we are back, and we are ready for some action.

Nick Michaels - Yes, and in our first match, we have two new guys in the CWF, each on trying to make a name for themselves.

George Francis - Oh Yeah that's true. We will have Venome versus Johnny Page. Should be a great match.

Nick Michaels - Very well then, so we are ready to begin our night of fights.

George Francis - Yes we are, but shouldn't you of left me to go get something to eat?

Nick Michaels - After what happened to me after we went off the air last week? I think I'm going to stay off the foods this week.

George Francis - Well serves you right for drinking the whole pitcher to yourself. And what else did you have?

Nick Michaels - I don't want to talk about it.

Thoughtless by Korn hits the audio speakers as the lights dim completly out, slowly. All that is left are the lights above the ring, in dark shades of green pointed at the oppening of the entrance. Venome slowly appears from the floor of the entrance ramp, and begins his walk down to the ring. As he walks down the ramp, green pyros blast off on either side of him. He gets to the ring, steps over the top ropes and waits for his opponent.

Nick Michaels - Well there is Venome. He looks like someone I should keep in my good books, 7'2" and 330 pounds, not something I want to mess with.

Going down to Memphis plays over the PA system. Just as the song reaches its climax Page pushes his way through the curtain and swaggers down the aisle. He climbs into the ring and treats the crowd to a variety of flexing and bodybuilding like poses. Page takes his time in ring getting ready.

Nick Michaels - I know what this is. This is Page trying to psych his opponent out for the match.

George Francis - Do you really think that someone could really psych Venome out? Look at him, he is a monster.

Nick Michaels - True, but if you ask me, I think Johnny Page has a change here.

George Francis - I say, only if Johnny Page gets focused right away, gets the attack going, and never lets go, but if you ask me, Venome will come out the winner.

The bell sounds and the match begins. Johnny Page turns around quickly not about to let Venome get the first hit, but when Page turns around, he is looking at Venome's chest. Page slowly looks up and give a sigh of disbelief. Page tries to get the first hit in. Page hits Venome in the stomach. Venome doesn't move. Page hits him again. Venome still doesn't move. Page begins to unleash a fury of hits on Venome. Venome yawns.

Nick Michaels - Can you believe this. Page is giving Venome his all, and nothing. Absolutely nothing from Venome. Unbelievable.

George Francis - I'll hate to see when Venome finally decides to do something.

Nick Michaels - You'll hate it? I'm looking forward to it.

Back in the ring Page is beginning to get a little frustrated with Venome. Page runs off the ropes and hits Venome. Venome is still not moving. Page tries it again only this time before he its Venome is does a short of baseball slide into Venome's knee. Venome drops to the mat within the second. Page is up again, smiling about being able to take the big man down.

George Francis - Well Page finally did it, he got Venome down.

Nick Michaels - But how long can this last?

Venome is on the match holding his knee. He seems to be in some major pain. Page looks at him and laughs. Page goes a knee drop onto Venome's chest. Page gets up. Venome is still holding onto his knee. Page goes over to the knee and begins to stomp on it. Page grabs Venome and pulls him over to the ropes. Resting Venome's foot on the second rope, Page jumps up and stomps on Venome knee again. The ref tries to stop page with no success. Venome is in pain.

NM - Would you look at Page go, he is giving it to Venome.

Page begins to celebrate a little pre-maturely in the ring. Venome takes his sweet time to get up. Page doesn't see this happening behind him. Venome is back on his feet, he just looks at Page with fury in his eyes.

GF - This can't be good for Page.

NM - I've been waiting all match for this.

GF - I think I'm going to close my eyes now.

Page who is still celebrating in the ring, swings his arm backward and hits Venome. Page notices and without looking behind him, he begins to feel what's behind him. A look of terror comes across Page's face.

GF - I think Page knows what he is touching.

Page continues to feel. Venome grabs Page's hand. Page quickly turns around to face Venome. Venomes delivers a powerful clotheline to Page. Page is out on the mat. Venome slowly lowers himself to pin Page. The ref goes down too.

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Page gets his foot on the ropes.

NM - I can't believe it. Why would Page want to stay in this match.

GF - Because you never want to lose your first match in a new fed. That's why.

Venome gets off of Page a little disappointed in himself. Venome raises Page from the hair. Page and Venome are back on their feet. Venome Irish whips Page into a corner. Page hits his back against the turnbuckle and falls down. Venome makes his way over and beings to stomp away at Page's stomach. Venome stops. He grabs Page by the hair again. Venome raise Page over his head.

NM - Here it comes.

GF - Something bad is going to happen now, I can feel it.

Venome delivers a powerful Crucifix Power Bomb to Page.

GF - That's called the The Poisen Shot.

NM - Oh my, Page will not be getting up from this.

Venome doesn't bother to get down this time around. Venome places a boot on Page's chest. The ref goes down for the count.

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NM - Page is out cold this time around. There was nothing that was going to stop Venome from winning this match.

Thoughtless by Korn begins to play on the p.a. system again. Venome, walks over to the ropes, steps over them, and jumps to the floor. Venome makes his way up the ramp and exits.

GF - Well there you have it, Venome joins a list of guys who have won their first match in the CWF. Venome, should be very proud of himself.

NM - Page was no match for Venome. Venome just towered over Page. Shame too.

GF - Well this is the business he chose, and I think he is stuck with it now.

NM - He could very well quit.

GF - I don't think he is going to be doing that.

NM - Well why not? I mean people do it all the time.

GF - Just because, it's not loving the business then.

NM - Well, what if...

GF - There are no if, that's it we are going to commercial break.

Cut to Commercial Break.

George Francis - Well Nick we are once again back from a commercial break. We have KVD taking on Crazy T.

Nick Michaels - Yeah but both are noobies..

George Francis - Well they are still important assets to this company and you know that.

Nick Michaels - Sure I do, I just don’t like to admit that young guys are any good.

George Francis - Why?

Nick Michaels - Because I’m better. Ha ha.

George Francis - What ever you say.. Mr. Hubris.

Nick Michaels - Whats a Hubris?

George Francis - Idiot.

*** Number One by Nelly starts to blare through the loud speakers.***

Tony Chiacone - Ladies and Gentlemen coming down the ring at this time weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds… CRAZY T!!

*** Crazy T walks out onto the scene not even paying attention the crowd. He raises his arms several times and then gets into the ring.***

Nick Michaels - I guess he likes that position..

George Francis - Which?

Nick Michaels - With his arms raised as if he is god.

George Francis - Will you stop?!

Tony Chiacone - and his opponent.. weighing in at 260 pounds here is Kenn Van Dam!!

*** The lights dim as Patiently Waiting" by 50 Cent hits the air. KVD walks out onto the scene as his lights and pyros go off around him. He looks fairly intimidating as he rolls into the ring.***

Nick Michaels - That entrance costs over five hundred dollars..

George Francis - Really?

Nick Michaels - Well I’m not sure but probably!

*** They lock up in the middle of the ring. KVD gets the upperhand as he goes behind Crazy with an arm bar tie up. Crazy T reverses it and he is one up now. Crazy T pushes KVD into the ropes and KVD holds them. Crazy T lets go of the hold but them slaps KVD in the back of the head. KVD turns around and kicks Crazy in the stomach and then uppercuts him in the jaw. Crazy T stumbles back a few steps until he ducks a clothesline from KVD. KVD bounces off the ropes, Crazy T kicks him in the mid-section and then does a facebuster into the mat. Crazy T jumps back to his feet and runs off of the ropes he does a… ***

George Francis - ROLLING THUNDER A-LA RVD on KVD.

Nick Michaels - Weird..

*** Crazy T is getting a good response from the crowd as he gets back to his feet and lifts KVD back up as well. He throws KVD off of the ropes and he bounces off the opposite side. He comes back, jumps and does a jumping forearm smash straight into KVD’s face. Crazy hops back to his feet and gets KVD up as well. He goes behind him and goes for a German Suplex. KVD rolls through and lands on his feet. Crazy is a little disorientated and KVD drop kicks him quickly into the back of the head. Crazy rolls into the corner and hits the bottom turnbuckle. KVD runs at him and does a jumping baseball slide right to the head and he rolls away.***

George Francis - KVD is in control now. Nice Baseball slide to the face.

*** KVD gets Crazy T back up now and lifts him up onto his shoulders he does a TKO and Crazy lands hard on the mat. KVD picks up Crazy and puts him onto the ropes.. He runs off of the opposite side and does a … ***

George Francis - 619!

Nick Michaels - Or the 718.. when Amazing Red does it.

George Francis - Oh shut up.

*** KVD completes the 619 and then stands up proud. He looks over the cheering crowd. He waited a little to long because Crazy T is back to his feet. The unsuspecting KVD turns around but gets hammered in the face with a super kick. KVD falls to the mat and Crazy T hits a standing swanton and rolls through to his feet. He jumps to the top ropes and hits an elbow drop. Crazy T gets back to his feet and lets KVD get back up.***

George Francis - Crazy T is letting KVD get back to his feet here.

*** KVD gets back to his feet and Crazy T kicks him and picks him up. He runs with him on his shoulders and does a Running Power Bomb…***

George Francis - Nice move by CRAZY T!

*** Crazy T hooks in an ankle lock.***

George Francis - That is a variation of his finishing hold.. the T Twister!

*** KVD tries to fight off the move but he can’t and submits. The bell rings and Crazy T raises to his feet.***

Tony Chiacone - Here is your winner, CRAZY T!!

*** Number One comes over the speakers and Crazy T leaves the ringside area.***

Cut to Commercial Break.

Nick Micheals: And now we send you to the back with Mike Wilson as he is going to have a word with the CWF's newest recruit Dillen Jaymes.

The camera shifts to the back where Mike Wilson stands patiently in the loading dock area of the arena where many various crates sit covered in white sheets and workers wearing hardhats and using forklifts can be seen in the crossed off background. Then Jenny walks up.

Jenny: Sorry Mike, it's going to be a sec but ill be able to field some questions until he gets here.

Mike: Well alright first...off...(he stops)

Mr. Monologue walks up briskly with his blue robe with his hood taken down and his pipe in hand. He has a ginger smile on his face as he signals for Mike to hand him his mic. Mike willingly hands it over and stands back. Mr. Monologue slowly looks her up and down as Jenny looks away in disgust before flipping him the bird. Mr. Monologue now with his eyes widened puts the mic up to his lips.

Mr. Monologue: Well, well, well what do we have here? A woman in a man's game. There is no need for such disgrace for a woman to be anywhere near a man's domain and that domain that I speak of is none other then the squared circle. That's the way it’s been and forever shall be as long as a man of true grace and wrestling prowess like me is still standing. Old school has a saying, if its not broke don’t fix it, and I may not be no mechanic, nor claim to be but what is right must be done.

Jenny takes a moment to soak this in until she responds.

Jenny: Fuck you ya windbag. Aake up, this is a new era just look at Aurora!!!

Mr. Monologue: I will let that one slide as she has more testosterone running through her system then the 9th wonder of the world. And I will make that plight a mere memory when I teach her the rules of the ring when the time comes but you are what came by first.

Mr. Monoluge grabs Jenny by the arm and slaps the living taste out of her mouth as she falls to the ground whimpering.

Mike Wilson: What has Mr. Monologue done?

Mr. Monolgue drops the mic and begins to non chalently pace back as he mutters.

Mr. Monologue: That was just a taste, pass that along....

Before he can finish his sentence Dillen Jaymes comes storming in.

Dillen: Jenny, who is the sorry bastard who touched you?

Jenny still on the ground points to the man with a pipe, the infinity of old school Mr. Monologue.

Dillen stands up and grabs Mr. Monologue by the collar and brings him close.

Dillen: You’re a dead man, just like that poor bastard from the trial!!!!!

Before he can even swing Mr. Monologue blows smoke in his face with nothing but a smirk as he begins to chuckle. Jaymes coughing raises his fist for only it to be grasped by that of an on duty security guard as many more begin to file in and break it before anything can happen. Jaymes is being carried away screaming...

Dillen: Your dead you bastard no one touches my girl...

Mr. Monologue replies with laughter and a big smile on his face.

Cut to commercial.

Mr. Monologue enters wearing tied velvet red robe, smoking from his pipe. He eyes the audience with a look of question as to say to them, "my, you will see a true wrestler tonight, a true man." He steps into thw squared circle, holding his head to the audience, when the ref tells him to put out his pipe, he puffs smoke in his face Followed by a bellowing belly laugh. He removes his rope and stretches.

GF - Can you believe what Mr. Monologue just did?

NM - If I was in his shoes, I would of done the same thing.

Dillen Jaymes storms out from the curtains. He looks mad. Jenny comes out following him. Dillen turns around and tells her to stay in the back where it is safe. She doesn't want to in the beginning, but then obligues. Dillen runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. The bell sounds.

GF - Looks like Dillen is mad.

NM - Well if I was in his shoes, I'd be mad.

GF - You just want to be in someone elses shoes don't you?

NM - Any shoes that don't have holes in them.

Back in the ring, Dillen Jaymes is wasting no time on Mr. Monologue, he is mad, and Mr. Monologue knows it now. Dillen has Mr. Monologue on the mat, as he punches away. The ref is trying to pull him off because Dillen is using closed fist. The ref seperates the two of them.

GF - Dillen is very, very mad with Mr. Monologue.

NM - Looks like he will be a little bit more mad at Jenny in a sec. She seems to be disobeying him.

Jenny, was slowly making her way down to the ramp, and to ring side. Dillen doesn't notice this, but Mr. Monologue does. So as Dillen charges at Mr. Monologue, he points his finger at Jenny, and Dillen stops in his tracks. Dillen completely forgets about Mr. Monologue and goes over to Jenny to yell at her again.

GF - What the hell is he doing. He should be focused on the match.

NM - Are you telling me if you were in a match and Jenny, oh the lovely Jenny came to ringside, you'd still be able to focus?

GF - If I knew my opponent was still standing, I'm going to say yes.

NM - LIAR. I don't believe you for one second. Unless you are gay.

GF - I'm not gay.

NM - You do know if you were, I wouldn't mind.

GF - I'm NOT GAY. I have a wife, you know her, you've met her.

NM - Oh yeah, I forgot.

GF - You forgot, you are always forgetting.

Back in the ring, Dillen is still yelling at Jenny. Mr. Monologue has been laughing at this. He finally decides to do something about it. Mr. Monologue taps Dillen from behind. Dillen who has forgotten he was in a match, turns around. Dillen is met with a kick to the gut. Dillen hunches over and Mr. Monologue with a Double axe handle to Dillen's back sending him to the mat.

GF - Told you he shouldn't of forgotten about Mr. Monologue.

NM - Looks like Mr. Monologue is falling for her too. This will really enrage Dillen now.

GF - Oh me, oh my, you are correct.

NM - Would you look at that, Mr. Monologue throws Dillen out of the way and then hits on his girl. This is bad, I can sense these things.

Just then Jenny gives a hard slap to Mr. Monologue. Mr. Monologue stumbles back, and Dillen Jaymes, the bigger and stronger of the two rolls up Mr. Monologue. The ref is down on his knees.

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NM - I can't believe it. No wait I can, Dillen was mad.

GF - Well I tried to warn Dillen, but he got out of it ok. I didn't try to warn Mr. Monologue, and would you believe it. He lost.

Dillen Jaymes quickly rolls off of Mr. Monologue, rolls out of the ring, and grabs Jenny's hand. The two of them jet towards the back area. Mr. Monologue is on his feet again, looking up the ramp in total disbelief. We cut to commercial.

GF - Our next match will be Renegade versus Sikamike, and I can't wait to see Sikamike deliver pain to Renegade, for all the nasty things he has done.

NM - Why are you so negative, he has only done good things for the company.

GF - Good things for the company? Just about everyone he has attacked is no longer with us. Explain that.

NM - They were no good for the company, and they needed to be made an example with.

GF - I can't believe those words are coming out of your mouth.

NM - Better believer it baby.

Nick's and George's argument is cut short by the interuption of Hurt by Nine Inch Nails playing on the p.a. system. The lights go out. Red lights turn on in the arena. A figure walks out from the curtains. The man walks down the ramp. He steps on the ring apron. Steps over the ropes and enters the ring. The man stand in the center of the ring. The lights turn back on in the arena. Renegade stands alone in the center of the ring. He is wearing his black cloak. The hood is slowly remove exposing Renegade's long hair. Renegade takes the cloak off. He is wearing black pants, black boots and a sleeveless black shirt revealing his tattoos.

GF - Oh how I hate that man so very much.

Sikamike doesn't waste any time. He doesn't even wait for his music to play. Sikamike runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He gets up and begins his furious onslaught on Renegade. Renegade is just taking the abuse. The bell sounds.

GF - Go Sikamike, teach this guy a lesson.

Renegade finally gets fed up with Sikamike's attack and Renegade pushes Sikamike away from him. Sikamike comes back with a flying Spear and hits Renegade. They are both on the mat. Renegade remains calm throughout all of this.

GF - How could he be calm, and Go Sikamike.

Sikamike is atop of Renegade, he is pounding away on Renegade. Renagde is getting a few good rights and lefts on Sikamike too. The ref is trying to get Sikamike off of Renegade now.

GF - What the hell is that ref doing, I mean, let the guys fight. Stop trying to help Renegade.

NM - You do know this isn't good for your blood pressure, or for your life in the CWF, trashing Renegade like that, you know it is Mr.R's number one man.

GF - I'm gonna go with, so what, I don't care man.

Back in the ring, the ref has restored some order. Renegade and Sikamike are locked up. Renegade whips Sikamike into the ropes, Sikamike comes back, and slides in between Renegade's legs to avoid being hit. Sikamike stands up behind Renegade and gives him a hit from behind. Renegade flips over the ropes, and on to the floor. Sikamike bounces off the ropes in the other end of the ring and comes back with a baseball slide intended to hit Renegade. Renegade moves and Sikamike misses him completely. Renegade slides back into the ring.

GF - That bastard is cheating. I know he is.

NM - Right because using common sense and moving out of the way is consider cheating. Get a grip man.

Both men are in the ring again. Renegade has a hold of Sikamike and delivers a belly to belly suplex. Both men get up again. Renegade sends Sikamike into the ropes again. When he comes back, he is met with a big boot to the head. Sikamike stumbles to the mat. Renegade picks him up so he is on his feet again. Renegade goes to whip Sikamike into the turnbuckle, but Sikamike with the reversal and Renegade goes into the turnbuckle.

GF - Haha, I'm loving this.

Sikamike charges Renegade, goes for another spear, but Renegade moves out of the way and Sikamike hits the post.

NM - That's got to hurt.

GF - That's ok, Sikamike will just shake it off.

Renegade grabs a hold of Sikamike. Renegade raises Sikamike and hits him with a power bomb. Then Renegade sets Sikamike uptop the turnbuckle. Renegade climbs up too. PRIMAL RAGE.

NM - I don't think that Sikamike will be getting up from that.

GF - Shut up you, I can't watch this.

NM - Oh quit sobbing over this match, you got too involved, that all.

Renegade covers Sikamike. The ref drops to his knees to make the count.

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Renegade rolls off os Sikamike. He stand up, looks over to George Francis and winks.

GF - Did you see that?

NM - Did I see what?

GF - Oh never mind.

Hurt by the Nine Inch Nails plays on the p.a. system. Renegade gets out of the ring. He goes over to where his black cloak is. Renegade puts the cloak on. Then climbs back into the ring. Renegade pulls something out of his cloak. Renegade takes the black rose and places it on Sikamike's chest. Renegade rolls out of the ring again, and makes his way through the crowd. A mixed reaction from the crowd as he makes his way.

NM - Well so much for someone getting their revenge on Renegade.

GF - Shut up man, I'll get my revenge on him some day.

NM - Your revenge? What are you talking about?

GF - Ah, umm.... Well nothing. Oh would you look at that, it is time for another commercial break.

Cut to commercial break.

Not Falling by MudVayne interrupts and Slayer steps out from behind the curtains when the main riff of the song starts. He walks up to the edge of the ramp and throws his arms up with his taunt. When he throws up his arms, pyros shoot from the ceiling. He then runs down the ramp and slides in the ring. He gets up on the turnbuckle and throws up his arms up with his taunt again. Pyros blast from the other three corner posts and then he jumps down from the turnbuckle.

NM - There is our Hardcore number one contender, and he looks ready for his match.

GF - This guy is always ready for a hardcore match.

Fireworks flare up as Mavericks entrance theme Hells Song by Sum 41 hits the arena. He makes his way to the ring, appealing to the crowd and flirting with all the young ladies ringside

GF - Well both guys are in the ring now, so we can get ready for this match to begin.

NM - Slight problem dude, there is no ref.

GF - No ref? That's odd. There are usually sent before the wrestlers.

Just then the Jumbotron lights up. We are in the all to famous office of Mr. R where nothing good ever comes about. Mr.R like usual has his chair turned so we can't see him He speaks.

Mr.R - Maverick, Slayer, I've got really good news for you. There won't be needing a referee for your match this week.

NM - There you go, no ref for their match, everything has an answer.

GF - Shut up, I want to hear what he has to say.

Mr. R - You see the reason for this is because the two of you have been suspended indefinately. You two are the bottom of the barrel, you two have yet to excel in this company, and until I can think of a better way of humiliating you two, this will have to do. Also another thing, don't you worry Slayer, your Hardcore Title shot, well it is still yours. When you will get that match?? Well I don't know exactly when that will be, but something tells me you will have to recover from this injury first.

The Jumbotron turns off as Mr.R laughs. Slayer looks at him as if he was nuts because he isn't injured. The crowd is in shock. Maverick is furious. George is speechless. Nick seems to be the only one happy about this.

NM - Oh happy day, I can't believe they are gone, yay for Mr.R. Would you look at that, he is back again.

GF - Who is back again.

NM - Your favorite.

Through the crowd we can see Renegade making his way back to the ring. Renegade hops over the railing and slides into the ring. Slayer and Maverick tried to put up a fight, but Renegade just tosses Maverick out of the ring, as he works on Slayer. Slayer gets levelled with a powerbomb. But Renegade holds onto Slayer and delivers a second one to ensure that Slayer doesn't get up again. Maverick has made his way back into the ring, but his attack on Renegade is short lived as Renegade grabs a hold of Maverick and chokeslams him, not in the ring, but over the ropes and onto the floor.

GF - Horrible, absolutely horrible, I can't believe this. I hate this man, can't someone come out and stop him.

NM - No one is going to try and stop him this guy has done it all. He took out the Intercontinental Champion, past and present. He took out our World Haevyweight Champion, and he took out Sikamike, that's 4 of the Main-Eventers, all he needs to get now is Joe Taylor, and somethign tells me, that's not too far away.

Renegade bends down and begins to take something out of his cloak, but never manages as out from the back area comes running, Sikamike, with Ernesto, Skittlez and Ken Van Dam. They all make their way to the ring. Renegade quickly rolls out as all four men slide into the ring. Renegade makes his way through the crowd again. All four men take a turnbuckle and climb up it. They raise their arms.

GF - You were saying Nick?

NM - Let me rephrase it then, no single man would take on Renegade, but four men might just do the trick.

GF - Well that made my day, I can sleep easier knowning that New Pimp Nation, will try to put an end to Renegade's rampage.

NM - Are you sure they did it out of rage for Renegade's actions, or because Sikamike just lost to Renegade. You should think this over before you get too happy.

GF - Do me a favour, and just shut up now.

NM - Can do, we will go for a commercial break.

Cut to commercial.

NM - We are back, and would you believe it. Renegade has been everywhere tonight.

GF - You are just saying that because you know I don't like him.

NM - Big deal man, I mean what's the worst that will happen. What you are going to have a Nightmare about him?

GF - No I won't have a nightmare about Renegade.

NM - Then why hate him so much, if he is good for the business.

GF - You know what, I don't want to talk about it.

NM - Fine I'll drop it.

Just then, Left Behind by Slipknot plays as Fever walks out onto the scene. He looks around and then screams at the crowd. He has a wild look in his eyes and then he walks down to the ring. He slides in and climbs the rope to taunt the fans with his arms in the air. He awaits for Casey McGinnis.

GF - Fever has really turned his career in the CWF around, he has a victory over MadDog and is the number one contender for the Interecontinental Title now. He did all of this in the past two weeks.

NM - And Casey, just been beat up a lot lately.

Lights go down and red lights flash as F*ck Your Enemy by Superjoint Ritual hits. Out from behind the curtain steps Casey, with a towel over his head and kendo stick I his hand. He stands at the tope of the ring as he does his pose. The bell sounds. Fever doesn't waste a second. He goes for the attack right away. Fever dives at Casey's knee. It knocks Casey to the mat. Fever begins to stomp at Casey's leg, but Casey uses the other one to push Casey away.

NM - Quick thinking by Casey, don't want to get your legs out of the match.

Both men are up again, Casey looks like he might have a limp, but he looks ready to go. The two men lock up. Fever tosses Casey into the ropes, but on Casey's return, Fever it is hit with a clothesline. Fever goes down holding his neck.

NM - Looks like Fever has been hit in the throat.

Casey helps Fever back to his feet. Once Fever is standing again, he is hit across the chest hard by Casey. Casey gives Fever another chop, and another. Fever falls back into the ropes. Casey runs to the other side of the ring, bounces off the ropes and comes back with a baseball slide into Fever.

NM - Fever is in pain now.

Casey helps Fever to his feet again. Casey grabs a hold of Fever from behind and give him a belly to back suplex. Casey doesn't break the hold and give Fever another one. Casey finally breaks the hold after giving Fever three German suplexes.

NM - Unbelievable, three german suplexes, without letting go, amazing.

Fever is lying in the middle of the ring. Casey climbs the turnbuckle and goes for the moonsault.

NM - He connected, he did it. This one is over.

Casey puts the Pillars of Eternity on Fever. Fever is fighting to not tap out. Casey tightens the hold. Fever can't take it anymore, he taps out. The bell sounds.

NM - Casey did it, he beat Fever, the number one contender for the IC title, it is so cool. Dude, you haven't said a word all match. What is up with you today.

GF - Er... What? Oh Yeah... Go Casey, Mr. McGinnis, what a determinating win over Fever.

NM - Dude you are not yourself right now. You need to pull it together, next match is a big one man. We can't afford to miss any of it, so pull it together.

GF - Alright, I'm back, yes next match will be a big one. Ok, I'm up and going again.

NM - Good, but before that, we are going to commercial break.

Cut to Commercial

George Francis: We now send it to the back with Mike Wilson, but Mike you sure you should be working?

The camera shifts to the back where we See Mike Wilson with his face still bandaged and his hair tucked back under a aluminum head cover. The shirt he wears seems to be the same shirt from this past weekend only stiched up and at least an attempt to rub down the blood stains. And his pants, well he's not wearing any pants, on a nice pair of boxer shorts that say "EAT ME" in big yellow letters with a blue backdrop.

Wilson: Yes Im fine why do you ask?

The camera shifts back to Nick Micheals

Nick Micheals: I think my colleague is trying to say that your bonkers, crazy, unstable, cookoo for cocoa puffs, off the lamb, you have a screw loose and that one egg short of a dozen.

George Francis: Nick shut the fuck up and eat your damn burrito!

The camera shifts again finally to Mike Wilson who seems to be scratching himself and looking down his trousers.

Wilson: Thankfully your alright you big boy you!!!

He looks up and realizes the situation and then gingerly turns away with his back to the audience as he proceeds to talk and walk down the hallway.

Wilson: I am back tonite for one reason and one reason only and that is to do my job and lets be fair no one does it better!

A nearby makeup artist cackles obviously at this statement and then turns away as soon as Mike looks at her still smirking.

Wilson: I am hear to find word from either Nihilist or Fallen Angel as this unlilekly duo has been paired up by the head offices and it seems that maybe alike they still might be like oil and water, they just wont mix. Now...

Wilson stops midsentence as he approaches a janitors closet with the door creeked only slighty open and the lights on. Wilson slowly creeps his way over as he continues his intro.

Wilson: The so dubbed team properly titled by our marketing department have them named "Abyss of Anguish" and now we shall see just why that is.

Wilson peeks thru the door camera in head as the lens catches that of Fallen Angel shirtless and shoeless, rocking back and forth with his knees in the chest and pink lipstick smothered all over his face. He is lodge between many cans of paint thinner and a shipper of funnels in a big ol grey box. Not to mention the pile of rat feces he seems to have scattered around his hiding place...They listen in

Fallen: Why dont i understand me, why doesnt anyone accept me, I must find myself, I must capture thy prey, I must hunt my inner being and be reborn. Daddy why did you leave me.....(sobbing)Why am I undecided on my true fate......

Next is just many jumbled words of jibberish not making much sense to anyone.

Wilson now enamored decides to barge in and as he is about to twist the know he hears the sounds of glass shattering a few doors down, and many hard, large objects being toppled over.

Wilson: Its Nihilist and the orderlies it has to be! LEts go!

Wilson tripping under his own feet and ladning roughly on his knees reaches a door labled" DO NOT ENTER" He takes a deep breath as the scuffles has seemingly ended, he takes a big puff of air and opens the door and walks in to see the room in tatters. Tables keeled over, weird letterings and scribbles on the walls in offbeat red and purple colors and all metal objects have been slightly bent from spoons spilt on the ground to the locks on the lockers being inserted into one another. The lights also dangles violently twitching on and off making it hard to see what these decriptions entail further in the room and if anyone was still there. The lights flickers continuosly as Wilson continues to walk forward, but obviously the camera man does not as he lays the camera running on a stack of two piled folding chairs and sleeks off back down the hall.

Wilson: Where are you Nih...

The light sflicker as Wilson looks further and notices the colors, the textures the violence and most importantly the flickering lights and realizes one simple thing. The lights burns brights for just a few moments and shows the appeareance of The Follower standing potent and still as if appearing from the nowhere or for a better word the shadows. He stands with his bloodshot eyes pierceing through the wall of hair that masks his face and his long black leather rain coat which conceals his petrid and horrifying physique.

Follower: Ive been expecting you number one...( in his low toned yet gravely voice, like what a man may sound like if he swallowed eight pounds of stones and rocks while being dragged by an 18 wheeler down an indiana backroad)

Wilson now obviously wetting himself, noticeable by the sudden sound of splattering and liquifying of his shorts suddenly. He stands frozen.

Follower: There is no longer need to fear number one as I have shown you my world and most the steps I have taken down the new path in life and the rest is up to you to decide, So I no longer can harm you to any extent.

Wilson shaking his head back and forth in disbelief as the lights continue to flicker.

Follower: I need you though to be part of something, part of a chain reaction, part of an event that will set a new course, a new path if you will leading to a culmination of occurences that will change the world over as the CWF and its Followers stare in awe at what is transpiring, can you do that for me?

Wilson still frozen can be seen dripping drool from his lowerlip onto his shirt and his mouthpiece begins to quiver out of control.

Wilson: Noooooooooooo.......

Wilson turns and begins to step towards the door accidentally drives him into the stacked chairs and the cameras pedestool knocking the tower over colliding with the door and locking it shut. As obvious by the click. The camera hits the ground upside down but still catches Follower aprroach wilson feet as he blubbers on his ass locked from the outside world.

Follower: Let it begin!

As that is said a foot comes crashing down upon the cameras lens crushing it down flat leaving us with static......

We shift back to George Francis

George Francis: Mikey Boy

Nick Micheals: Good riddence, we'll right back with the first match in the tag tournatment Abyss of Anguish Vs The Fighting Irish stay tuned.

Cut to Commercial Break

Geroge Francis: And we are back, and after what just transpired I have slightly lost my opinion to call

Nick Micheals: Well I havnt lets take it to Tony Chiacone in the ring.

The camera pans over to Tony standing in the center of the ring.

Tony Chiacone: Next up is the first match of the CWF World Tag team Championship Tournament(cheers) to fill the vacant CWF World Tag Team Titles.(the crowd is deafening now)

Tony: Introducing First making there CWF debut from the great country of Ireland weighing in at a combined weight of 440 lbs. Steve-O and MoshMan, The Fighting Irish!!!!

Iron Man by Black Sabbath hits and the two dopplegangers waltz onto the stage with pitchers of beer in hand and Moshman with his patented trashcan lid in the other while Steve-O just carries two pitchers to himself. The gents both enter the ring after parading around it slapping fans hands as such and enter to a great ovation. He stand now back to back and simultaneously chug down an entire pitcher each and when they both finish Moshman just begins to smash that trash lid over his face and head over and over and over again as IronMan subdues.

Tony: And introducing there opponents dubbed "Abyss of Anguish" at a combined weight of 497 lbs. its is The Fallen Angel and CWF Intercontinental champion Nihilist!!!!!

The crowd begins to boo loudly as Arrival of Satans Army by Dark Funeral begins to rear its ugly head to the audience as Nihilist dredges out looking worn, wearing his IC strap firmly around his waist he enters onto the stage but no Fallen Angel. Nihilist looks around with a smile on his face thru all the piercing screams of the song and then jogs all the way down the ramp and into ring. He relinquishes the belt and begins staring at it putting it down on the mat and falling to his knees he continues to stare at the belt like a friend, someone who understands him.The two Irish bloats have had enough and they drag Nihilist to the center of the ring as the screaming ends.

GF: Where's The Fallen Angel?

NM: Probably still in that broom closet, weirdo.

The Irish guys put on a clinic, as they gang beat Nihilist in the center of the ring was kicks, punches, elbow drops and headbutts the ref finally steps in and tells MoshMan to get the hell out of the ring as the bell sounds.

GF: It does look like its a handicap match now!

Steve-O goes to work on the Fallen Nihilist as he continues to lay in the foot wear. Struggling to stand Nih catches one of these kicks and then viciously plants his teeth into O's foot as he falls to the mat. Nih can now obviously be seen tearing flesh as O draws blood as The ref tries to break it up but to no avail until MoshMan intervenes with a kick solid into the cranium. Nih struggles to his feet as O rolls over to the ropes refusing to stand. Mosh stalks his prey and boots Nih in the chest as he dangles in the ropes, irish whip ducks but nih sees this and leapfrogs over top as he bounces back off the ropes Mosh is hit square in the knee cap with a chopblock staggering the bigger of the irish team. Mosh struggles to his feet as Nih waits his arm is hangin outward and Nih decides to have a bite. The ref pulls at Nihilist as Stevo goes to the top barely kicking his balance and connects with a...

NM: Missile dropkick by the one footed drunk

GF: Must you

NM: what?

The refs letting it go as O continues the attack staggering into the corner O connects with a clothesline in the corner and Nih wearily comes out into a backbody drop in the center of the ring. Bouncing off the mat almost immediately O slightly hobbling bounces off the ropes and hits a clotheline, another and finally one goes for one last hurray. Nih see's it coming though and ducks it quickly grabbing his arm and pulling it back into a hammerlock position and then countering it again tripping him forward like within a front russian legsweep grounding the irish mate. Nih looks at him curiously enough and then looks up on the stage back see's nobody and turns back and kick out the poor mans crippled leg from under him forcing em to clench his leg is pain. Nih smiling now looks at his downed opponent and slaps him clean in the face. O now clearly pissed manages to hit a chinbreaker deazing Nih and then after reaching his feet tries a kick blocked into a inziguri connecting cleanly with back of Nih skull.

GF: Our Ic champ really holding his own in there against these two new guys dontcha think Nick?

NM: Well Not really he's down and before you know it this two guys will pass out with a soon to be hangover so I honestly just dont care.

GF:Why do I even try.

Steve-O tags out to moshman to enters refreshed and connects with a right hand, irish whip reversed nih misses the back elbow smash and comes off the other strand only to be taken down by the head by Steve-O. Nih confused as all hell wobbles up into a slam onto the mat as Mosh comes off the ropes and misses and big jumping elbow drop, both men down.

GF: Both are down the first up will have the advantage

Moshman is up as is Nih who runs right into a nicely executed backbreaker by Mosh. He now makes the tag and they both go after Nih Mosh catches a boot into the midsection and sets him into the air in the piledriver position as Stevo dives off the second rope spiking Nih into the mat. O goes for the cover...1....2........kickout.

NM: What I need to take a whiz lose so we can go to commercial.

Steve-O tags back out and lays down holding Nih legs to mat MoshMan is up top and dives off landing full throttle with both knees tucked under his ass onto nih chest taking all the air from his body. Nih is dragged into the center of the ring and Mosh rolls over his leg into a nice cradle for the count 1.....2...

GF: Kickout Again damn!

Mosh growing frustrated begins to punch directly into nih face closed fist and all directly in front of the ref, the blows take there tolls as Nih is now bleeding from the nose and mouth. Mosh now stands and places Nih in between his legs as he tags out to O. Steve scales the ropes and Mosh begins to initiate a powerbomb and in mid Move Steve comes flying off with a guilliotine legdrop across the throat planting Nih flat in the ring.

NM: Holy Shit

Before even a pinfall can be attempted Fallen Angel is seen wandering from the back down the ramp with the makeup smeared all over his face, shirtless and shoeless grasping his teddy bear tightly. He stands now on the apron as Stevo goes for the pin 1....2.....and a teddy bear comes flying into the ring distracting the Ref and stopping the count. Stevo looks pissed and goes over to the apron and begins to yell at Fallen who looks away long for nih to get to his feet holding the Bear. Steve turns around and the bear is tossed his way he ducks and upon getting back up is met with a falling neckbreaker leaving them both dead in the ring.

GF: Its now even playing field.

NM: What are you crazy its handicap the freaks have got the teddy bear.

Steve-O manages to crawl over and make the tag as Fallen reaches for his teddy bear Nih makes contact with him thus forcing the ref to Drag angel in as Mosh stands in the center of ring ready and willing. Fallen refuses to let go of the teddy bear and the ref tugs away at it. Mosh seeing the opportunity runs at him aiming for a big boot but Angel pushes the ref away leading him into contact with the sole of Mosh;s boot and to the mat in a heap.

GF: The ref is down and all hell is gonna break loose.

Fallen is standing still looking at his teddy bear which lays motionless on the mat as Moshman picks it to give it to him he drops it flat again and steps on it. Fallen now looking angered tackles MoshMan over as O gets the trashlid. Its a pier six brawl in the center of the ring as O wallops Angel upside the head with the lid. Now hesitating angel grabs his head and stands with eyes closed. Nih is now sneeking round the ring and grabs the 3rd pitcher currently still have full and calls over to Steve-O he turns and is met with nice healthy suds in the eye which temporarily blind him thanx to the suds. Mosh gets up with trashcan lid in hand and checks on O who is gripping his eyes. Nih enters the ring and hits a superkicks which by dumbluck Moshman blocks with the trashcan lid which then adds to the impact sending him hurtling backwards into a by Fallen Angel and then back into a clothesline into the steel lid and Mosh's face.

GF: Pestacide for Christianity!!!

NM: What a moron he tried to protest himself with a lid

Mosh falls barely concious to the outside of the ring through means of the 2nd rope as the ref begins to stir. Nih kicks over the glass pitcher itself and then creeps again back over to the apron. O now turns around unaware and catches a boot to the midsection and an EVENFLOW DDT onto the GLASS PITCHER SHATTERING IT!!!!!!

NM: You can really uglify that face anyhow!

The refs turns around as Steve-O is layed upon bloodied and unconcious....

Fallen Angel lays open Stevo's lifeless body as all of a sudden Mike Wilson is seen jogging from the back with a scared look on his face. He runs directly down the rampway and dives into the ring avoiding all possible contact until he dives out the other end kneeling in front of the announcers booth.

NM: I have a restraining order against this man.

GF: No you dont

NM: shut the fuck up

But as Mike lays sobbing The lights begin to flicker as Bullet With Butterfly Wings by Smashing Pumpkins begins to blare over the P.A. The camera slightly statics as wavy lines moves from the bottom to the top of the screen repeatedly as Follower steps thru the curntain onto the stage with his RainCoat removed and his hair dassled away from his face. This reveals a look of distaste yet evil knowledge of something we yet to have stumbled upon. The Ref seems to finally be recovering is distracted by looking at Follower stalking to Ringside. Nihilist looks upon this man silent and motionless, Fallen Angel as well who now stands next to Nihilist. Even Moshman npw holding the apron on the far end watches on. Follower slides into the ring in between the two so called partners and then smirks at the both of them as he slits his neck with his fingers he proceeds thru the ring to the outside where Wilson now stands with his hand on his crotch. Stevo' begins to russle as the two "partners" stare at each other and then move on. Suddenly as Fallen proceeds to pick up Stevo The doctor is seen directing traffic down the ramp sidelines and pointing to the ring. The Two big burly guys run to the ring and dive inside where the blindside Nihilist with overhead blows to the shoulders and head. Fallen turns and witnesses this and drops Stevo but as he turns to help MoshMan uses the lid and cracks it overtop Angels head and takes him down as Stevo grabs onto his legs for no escape.

GF: Its four on 2!!

NM: Society are showing them there true feelings thats all.

The ref has no idea how to call this anymore and leaves ringside waiting for it to die down.

NM: Why isnt he dqing someone?

GF: He doesnt know who to dq, plus this a turney match for gold he's showing leniancy.

NM: No he's showing sumthing alright and it does rhyme with leniancy.

Follower still outside has Wilson is his grasp his mouth squished in his one hand as he stares down at him. Wilson points warily and Follower slowly tilts his head. His light up a crimson red to match his blood shot and he enters the frey.

NM: THe freak will make us see his ability right here right now

He stands center ring and stares into each respected corner, one containts the doctor squinting in joy his hands clasped and syring ready as the orderlies hold Nihilist down, the black man has a half wing to prevent escape as the white boy kicks away at his open ribs to prevent struggle on the other is Fallen Angel. Fallen still begin tied down by Stevo's struggling hold on his legs as he bleeds excessively from his forehead as MoshMan tries repeateldy to fracture Fallens face with the trash lid. He looks again to his chest as he digs into his pockets and retrieves to elastics and sling them on each them and forefinger no matter how hard with the purple sock and shoots them into the ears of both MoshMan and The white orderly.

Nm: Lets get ready to rumble.

The two men both turn looking pissed and Follower raises his head smiling and turning to each mans eyes. Whitey charges but is met with a swift karate heart punch taking whitey down to his knee grippin his chest while Mosh man is set up with an angled kick to shin staggering him. As he hangs his head down Follower grabs his arm and uses it to project himself into a backflip landing with a legdrop across the back of the head drilling Mosh'es head into the lid and unconcious. Whitey gets up seething and misses a right as a low open handed punch to the rib keels him over and Follower stands up hooks his head under his elbow viciously drives him down into a spiked stunner/chinbreaker/twist of fate like meaneaver and the mine starts boucing up and down on the mat like a fish out of water grabbing his mouth as teeth are seen missing.

GF: He calls that supposedly The Broken Path

Follower now stands and looks at the two remaining men and point to both and motions them forward. Fallen now stirring has Stevo over his head standing and aims and direct hits a low blow and then pounces to his feet and hits the Nail in The Coffin grounding Stevo...the black orderly walks forward but Nililist grabs both his arms weaves them back and dives off the 2nd turnbuckle with his legs over his head and hits a modified bulldog. The orderly lands with a thud as Nihilist continously rams his head into the mat until red splats around him. The three men stand and look at each other.

NM: Noooo...not a triple whammy.

Fallen has a mic..

Angel: I have found my place, I have been accepted.

Angel looks into there eyes as Nihilist stares back and shakes his head no. He turns his head to Follower just looks up and begins to ascend to the rafters as Fallen falls back on his ass into the corner and no longer shows emotion. The lights flicker and come on and off again and again. And when they clear Nihilist is tied done by his arms and legs like a bull from a cowbow and Fallen Angel is gone.

GF: whats goin on here.

The trio of white clad men drag the lifeless body of Nihilst off the apron and to the back as a camera follows but the main camera remains focused on the ring. As a voice is heard over the PA.....

Voice: I have not been accepted and remain lost in a haze of depression and lunancy. I cannot understand myself and with that cannot inflict the proper principal of myself in that ring no longer. I must dig deep inside and destroy the demons, I must find my answers, I must find vigilance and acceptance and until then I shall stay bound in the shadows invisible to the world and when I return the world will understand the pain, the suffering and the inconsistency of of my life as I soon will my book of memories must be open alone, so it is written so it shall come to path, quoth the raven never more, The Fallen Angel.

NM: I think that solves that question.

The ref re-enters the ring and stands with the bloodied and beaten Irish men and declare them winners by default as he motions to tony.

Tony: The winners of the match as result of a referee's decision The Fighting Irish!!!!

GF: Both Nihilist and Angel are in some trouble and we mean serious what will happen to each man.

NM: We'll be right back.

Before the commercial hits Mike Wilson is seen popping his head out from under the ring with snot hanging and splattered all over his face.

Cut to Commercial Break.

GF: And we're back after that choatic tournament tag match and we take you to the back

The scene shows us The Orderlies tossing Nihilist head over and ass sticking out from the back of a white van. They open the doors and kneel him down further and they tears his tights down and spread his cheeks. Just then the little school girl in Nihilist comes out.

Nihilist: Oh I like to play cram the bunny hole, lemme try to guess what I get, Ive been a bad girl.

The orderlies simultaneously slap the shit out of Nihilst as the Doctor steps up with the syringe and the IC title on his shoulder.

Doctor: Now, Now Nihilist your greed has over stepped my boundaries for you, AGAIN!!!! I let you have your fun and now you must be sent into the hole.

Nihilist: Yes Doctor I need you to examine my hole.

The orderlies slam Nihilist head first into the bumper keeling him over some more.

Doctor: No, no no...I will give you these sedeatives and you shall not remember how long it takes time to pass and you will slowly lose trace of environment and thought and when I deem necessary I will once again try to mold you my pet as I see fit.

As he finished his sentence he RAMS THE NEEDLE HARD INTO NIHILISTS BACKSIDE!!!!!!!

NM: Pun intended, I think I saw this on PPV last night!

GF: What?

NM: Nothing

Nihilist falls in a lump and is tossed into the back of the van as the doors are slammed behind him locking on impact. The three men no chalentely remove there gloves and The Doctor removes the IC strap from his shoulder as JJJ walks from the backdoor until the parking lot as the engine is heard starting.

JJJ: What the hell are you doin this man is under contract!

Doctor: Well until he learns to obey, he will be under mine

As he finishes this sentence he hands over the IC title to JJJ with a smile and tip of his head and enters the side door as it speeds off.

JJJ: Damn it!!!!

GF: Well well, well I guess its best not to think about it. Lets head over to the next matchup, but we have another commercial break before that.

Cut to Commercial.

Tony Chiacone - This match is a Standard Match. On his way to the ring at this time, from St. Louis, Missouri, Joe Taylor!!! (crowd cheers *****)

[Greed Hate Envy by Nelly hits the speakers and Joe Taylor makes his way down the ramp as hie high fives everyone. Joe Taylor climbs into the ring.]

Tony Chiacone - and his opponent, from Dummyville, Florida, "The Ventriloquist" Rod Tidwell(crowd cheers **************)

[BasketCase by Greenday interupts Nick and George as it blares over the Pa. System as Rod Tidwell walks out triumphantly with Chip leading the way. Chip walking on his own accord all decked out stops on the ramp way and begins to shoot out pyro from his head as Rod stands jumping up and down in glee. Rod executes a pumphandle suplex on Joe. Rod gets nailed with a charging axhandle bodyblock from Joe Taylor. (the bell rings) Joe gets elbowed to his midsection by Rod. Rod executes a huge gutbuster on Joe. Joe is back on his feet. Joe delivers a kick to the head of Rod. Rod moves back to his feet. Rod double underhook faceslams Joe hard to the Joe. Rod jumps off the turnbuckle with the flying bodypress on Joe. Joe gets hit with the shooting star press from Rod. The ref counts the pin. ...1 ...2 Joe kicks out. ]

NM - Rod should have known he wouldn't win the match with that.

[ Joe is up again. Rod comes from behind and bulldogs Joe. Rod moves back to his feet. Joe gets back to his feet. Taylor lifts Rod into the air. Holds him and drops him to the mat. Taylor cheers start in the crowd. Taylor is back on his feet. Indian deathlock applied by Taylor. The Ref asks Rod if he quits. ... Rod trys to escape. ... (AHHHH!) ... Taylor tightens the hold. ... Taylor tightens the hold. Tidwell escapes. ]

GF - I wish every match could be like this!

[ Taylor jumps off the turnbuckle with the flying bodypress on Tidwell. Taylor is back on his feet. Taylor hits Tidwell with an elbowdrop. Taylor stands up. Rod gets back to his feet. Rod applies the clawhold on Joe. Rod executes the jumping sidekick on Joe. ]

NM - Jumping sidekick by Rod Tidwell.

[Now Joe standing. Rod hits a koppo kick on Joe. ]

GF - Taylor takes a koppo kick.

[Taylor gets knocked on the ground and Tidwell flips onto him. Tidwell stands up. Joe moves back to his feet. Taylor hits a ropeflip moonsault on Tidwell. ]

NM - Rod really felt that ropeflip moonsault!

[ Taylor gets back to his feet. Taylor and Tidwell go to the floor the ref starts the count (.1) (..2) Taylor goes off the top and hits a flying sitdown splash on Tidwell. ]

GF - Taylor executes a flying sitdown splash.

[Tidwell gets up. (...3) Tyalor gets tiger suplexed by Tidwell. Tidwell is back on his feet. (....4) Flying side kick by Taylor takes Tidwell off his feet. (.....5) Taylor takes Tidwell into the ring. Taylor puts Tidwell in an arm grapevine submission. Tidwell moves back to his feet. Joe kicks Rod in the gut, takes a few steps back, and scissor kicks him to the mat. ]

NM - Rod is getting the crap kicked out of him!

[Tidwell stands up. Tidwell bounces Joe off the ropes and clotheslines him. Joe is back on his feet. Rod connects with a flying knee. Taylor goes down. ]

GF - Joe takes a knee.

[Rod puts Joe in an arm grapevine submission. Joe is up again. Tidwell pulls Taylor's hair. Joe pokes Rod in the eyes. Taylor cheers start in the crowd. Taylor executs the slingshot facebuster, slamming Tidwell's face to the mat. Joe stomps Tidwell. Taylor does a handspring and hits Tidwell with a bodyblock, what a move! Taylor is back on his feet. Taylor with a Shooting Star Press on Tidwell. Tidwell looks to be out cold! The ref counts. ...1 ...2 ...3 ]

NM - We've got ourselves a winner!

Tony Chiacone - The winner of this match, Joe Taylor!!!

Cut to Commercial

George Francis: I've had heard word that Korrupt Visions aka Cody Fontenot and Jacob Christian have been attacked backstage.

Nick Johnson: Damn pretty boys I bet they deserved it.

GF: Do you like anybody?

NM: MY chef!

GF: Figures

The camera shows Jacob the Star and Cody battered and bloodied but at the same time covered in rolls upon rolls of toilet paper. They lay moving, barely, as they seem to be near the womens restroom on the north side of the building. A security officer in a yellow shirt and headset kneels down and notices a mic, he speaks into it.

Guard: What happened?

He places it in front of Cody.

Cody Fontenot: We were blind sided by a bunch of thugs, at least 4 of them!

Guard: are you gonna still wrestle your up next?

They try to get up bleeding both from the mouth and Jacob is got a cut lip.

Cody: Well......

Before he can finish his sentence music is heard on the ramp way, that of Dynasty as they step out from behind the curtain with TV and Hardcore straps hangin respectively around their waists. They continue with a purpose down the ramp and yell cut it cut it cut it...They both roll into the ring and grab mics from Tony Chiacone who could even announce..

ArcAngel: This is a tag turney match, bitches!!!!

NightWof: Get your pussy asses to the ring!

Arc: To make an initiative for ya, We are already both champions and in this turney we want to prove that soon we will be 4tafied!!!!

Night: And as incentive I put my TV title on the line!!!! So if im pinned I lose my title.

Arc: Me too, Hardcore rules boys you want it come and get it!!

The camera comes back to see the boys tearing the sheets of them walking away to the ramp!!!!

GF: WOW a double title tag turney match

NM: Ive seen more stipulations before

GF: Who cares this is now

Korrupt Visions come out from behind the cutting and slightly jog to ring noticeably limping as Arc and Wolf lay down each respected title in front of each other and they stare down the two of them.

GF: What a moment

NM: there having a staring contest

GF: GRrrrrrrr.....

Dynasty with both there mouth shut look at each other and turn back to spit a black substance from each of there mouths blinding both competetors. Wolf then grabs Jacob and tosses him up and over the top rope to the outside as the bell rings. Cody now rubbing his eyes on the top strand has Arc pull his legs out from under him and string him out. Wolf picking up his TV title bounces off the ropes dives over Arcs Shoulders and cracks the strap ontop of Cody's head.

NM:DQ

GF: Hardcore title matches there are no dqs

NM: Dairy queen

GF: Damn you

NM: Im hungry sorry for having an appetite.

Arc now slightly backing up as Wolf waits on cody to get back to his feet he does and waltzes into..

GF: SIX FEET UNDER(variation of the 3D)

Cody bounces off the mat after colliding with the sprawled out hardcore title that sat laying in the ring. Christianson is pulling himself up on the apron as Arc wanders by. Jacob goes thru the 2nd rope a few times with some shoulders and springboards into a sunset flip only for Arc to reverse and hook his legs in a slingshot manner. His face lights up covered in black shit and he is flung into a boot to the midsection and a set up for a POWERBOMB!!!!!

NM: this could be the end.

Arc climbs the top rope rope as Wolf connects with one powerbomb and drags him closer to the rope, he picks up again and a 2nd powerbomb and then flings him up for a 2nd time and Arc takes him off his shoulders and places his head between his legs and calls for a powerbomb. Wolf climbs up next to him and grabs his throat. They both dive off connecting with a top rop powerbomb and an elevated chokeslam.

GF: WHEN A WOLF MEETS AN ANGEL

NM: Actually thats a wrestling move.

GF: Where were you born?

NM: To reproduce!

GF: Oh god we are all doomed.

Arc rolls over to Cody as Wolf lays on top of Jacob the ref counts...1....2....3!!!!!!

GF: ITs over!!

Tony Chiacone: The winners and advancing in the CWF world tag team championship tournament Arcangel and NightWolf-Dynastyyyyyyyyy.....

The two kick the two chumps to the curb as they grab there belts and begin to head to the back, until the jumbotron pops on and we see Dynasty written on a dressing room door and out walks the New Pimp Nation!!!!!!!

SikaMike, Ernesto, Kenn Van Dam and $kittlez laughing and hollaring...they notice the camera and all take off there shades.

SikaMike: You like what we did with your buddies.

Ernesto: Its what we call a favor.

KVD: We felt it was an obligation.

$kittlez: Becuase as the new force to be wreckoned with there is no room for two.

KVD: Consider this a proclamation of war.

Ernesto: And we want you to be ready.

SikaMike: Good luck, playas and consider your hardware in jeopardy.

Ernesto: uh-huh

$kittlez: We out

The camera comes back to ring where Dynasty both now stand on the top ropes pounding there chests and screaming to bring it.

The camera comes back to the NPN deach driving a fancy GT3000 all pimped out the shiznat with there shades in place.

$kittlez:Toodles

They all drive off as we come back to George Francis:

GF: Oh my god its a Gang War!!!!

Cut to commercial

Geroge Francis: Its just about that time, Main Event Time!!!!

Nick Micheals: But first there seems to be a bit of a ruckus backstage.

The camera shifts over to outside of the arena where two large men one caucasion and the looks to be indian stand with both there arms crossed and black shirts that read "SECURITY". They stand there ground as Nick Johnson is seen swagging his way into there path. He's wearing a 2 dollars suit foam in color and runs into the brick wall that is the two men.

Nick Johnson: Ok fellas do a real job and move both your fat assess.

The two men stick out there hands and waves bye bye.

Nick: What the fuck, My boy Jason Starr is in action tonite against Big Ging so move it!

The one man looks at a clipboard and in big blue markered letters it reads: NICK JOHNSON CAN SUCK SOMEONES BALLS BECUASE HE"S NOT GETTING IN!" Signed Jason Starr.

Man: Sorry Sir back youve been requested to never again disturb and one Mr. Starr now could you please leave the primaces.

Nick johnson with a your joking face planted on his expression just walks away stunned and appaled and begins to rant.

Nick: Well then fuck em, I made wrestling and I am better then him so he can screw himself until he's sore!!!!

The camera comes back to ringside and the announcers booth.

GF: Well, that takes care of one scumbag all we need is one more.( He looks over Nicks way)

NM: Im this close to snapping.

A the two bicker and Tony enters the ring for the intro of all people Justin Timberlake is seen taking a seat front row center wearing an N'Sync shirt and some leather black pants with his girlish curly hair.

GF: Its Justin TIMBERLAKE

NM: down boy.

GF: Lets take it tony.

Tony enters the ring and puts the mic to his mouth

Tony Chiacone: This next matchup is Our Main Event of the evening!!!!!(Loud cheers)

Introducing first from Hollywood, California he now stands at 4 losses and zero wins He is Prime Time Jason Starr!!!!!!

In Da Club by 50 cent hits the sound waves as Cody Harris comes struttin out wearing a all white PrimeTime T-Shirt that reads Welcome To PrimeTime Pop.: Me and on the back it reads XxX Express. Harris hits the top of the ramp and turns and points as Cash and Diamond both in black suits come out each on one side a right and left and Cody Front and Center. Cody goes down to one knee as PrimeTime steps from behind the curtain in his orange trunks and he flexes his muscle and leaves an imprint of his lips and laughs to the camera as the foursome make there way to ringside.

GF: Quite a little entourage he's got there

NM: Thats what happens when your PrimeTime George but of course you dont know anything about that.

Cash and Diamond surrond the barricade in front of Justin Timberlake looks him up and down and laughs before he spits in his face. Timberlake gets up but security prevents anything further. Starr rolls into the ring and sets up....

GF: Oh Tony watch out.

Tony looking through his cards is gestured by Cody Harris on the outside to turn around. He does so and Welcomed to Prime Time(superkick) and Tony falls over unconcious and is then slided out of the ring by his thugs. Starr picks up the loose Mic...

Starr: 0 and 4.....Nobody disrespects PrimeTime Baby, and tonite all my blemishes shall be wiped clean send that big fat rolly pollie ollies ass out to the ring now.

Awaken By Disturbed hits and the champ makes his way to the ring still with his ribs bandaged heavily but his face seems to healing a little better the swelling has gone down. He raises the title up high over his head as Sparkiling pyro begins to spread as he walks down the ramp and as he passes by the camera says...

Ging: I love you Tracey and Ryan never try this at home.

GF: I hope Tonys ok...

NM: Who cares lets get it on.

The title sits on his shoulder as he touches down on the mat both Cash and Diamond surround him from each end.

GF: Ambush

NM: the match hasnt started yet its legal

Ging looks to both ends of him and as they approach connects with two hard headbutts one for each of the cronies. They fall to the mat as PrimeTime ritchochets off the ropes and dives over with a placha only to be caught in the massive arms of the champ and gorilla press slammed over the top rope and back into the ring. Harris slaps the ring apron and begins to stalk the side of the ring angry. Ging gets into the ring from the apron walking over the top rope as Russ Farrant makes his way down to ringside pass the two brain cell impaired headache mongers and on the other side of ring opposite Harris.

GF: its slightly more even.

NM: But not quite, thats why Starr is PrimeTime

As Starr stumbles up dazed he is hit with a clothesline sending him back down to the mat and as he bounces back up and scooped up into a big sideslam and into the immediate pin...1.....kickout. close to a two count.

NM: Far to early to dispose of PrimeTime

Ging raises the man from the ground and picks him up over his head and onto his shoulders, he saunters over to the turnbuckle and drops him face first into the top most one, aka Snake eyes. He hits dazed and now is confused as Ging slowly bounces off the ropes and manages to hit a big boot to the face and with that Harris jumps to the apron dist the ref....Ging looks over and decides to end him from further transgressions when Starr barely clear to the outside world uses a diving tackle into the champs knees taking him down a notch.

NM: Smart move.

Starr now standing sets up and hits a few precisoned elbows to the champ. He manages to lift the big man up from behind and lay in some back forearms into bandages as the champ riles in pain. Ging Stunned leaves Starr the opportunity to scale the top rope and hit a diving axehandle to the top of head ging falls to a knee. Starr now sets up and goes for the superkick but Ging catches the foot in dead air and counters with a hand around Starrs throat. Starr now with a worried expression reacts quickly and swiftly with an eye rake blinding the big man. Grabbing his eyes Starr manages to execute a DDT in the center of the ring and starr pounces for the pin.

GF: 1....2.....kickout!

Starr now visually pissed off goes back to work he hits a few shots to the face of the champ and attempts an irish whip reversed by Ging who ducks down for a back body drop Starr baseball slides under the attempt and takes out both Gings legs in the process as he sits half up right Starr hits the ropes and hits and diving face plant fron behind. Starr begins to congradualate himself by going to sec rope and posing for the audience as Ging rolls over grabbing at his ribs. The ref tries to get Starr down when Cash and Diamond get a few shots in from the apron.

NM: He looks so good out there but physically he could use some work.

GF: Well after that hardcore match, give him a break.

Starr now admonishes the ref and pushes him aside when Starr aims Gings head for the top turnbuckle pad. Ging blocks it not once but twice before ramming Starr face first into it sending him bounces out of the corner like a malfunction tickle me elmo. As he grips his face Ging hits a big shoulder block to the mat and prepares to lay a big legdrop when Cash grabs his foot from the outside. Ging angered obviously drags the man up onto the apron and over the ropes into an overhead slam pushes and drops him onto Starrs chest like a boulder. Diamond rolls into the ring and is backdropped over Gings shoulders and ontop of the heap. The two morons are pulled up and are bouble knoggin knockered as the both fall thru the 2nd rope on opposite ends and out to the floor. Ging raises his hand signaling the ChokeSlam when Cody Harris jumps onto the apron and distracts the ref. Ging again distacted goes to the apron and puts his hand around his neck as he looks to the audience now on there feet. In the meantime PrimeTime digs into his boot and retrieves a bag which contains white powder. Farrant sees this and grabs hold of Starrs foot only for him to shrug him off sending him into the barricade and to the floor in a heap.

NM: Cheat to win, whatever it takes.

GF: And since Starr doesnt know how to win he'll have to trie anything against the champ.

The ref finally breaks it and Ging turns his attention back to starr who tosses the powder into the eyes of the champ blinding him. Jumping for what seems like joy Starr begins mocking the staggering big man and then of all things attempts a body slam!!!!!

GF: He'll never get him all the way up!

He tries to pick him but fails miserably and drops him clenching his back. Justin Timberlake sitting front row jumps the fence and begins to aid Farrant who is still down. Ging still blinded grabs Starr by the throat and tosses him into the far left corner. He follows in blindly and manages to slap the shit out of him with a knifedge chop. Harris jumps again back onto the apron and distracts the ref...as Timberlake takes his folding chair and gets into the ring as Ging is Choking starr in the corner with his boot. He interrupts Ging and asks if he can finish him for em. As this is happening Joe Taylor runs to ringside and dives into the bottom left hand side of the rings top rope and executes a rolling headscissors taking out HARRIS!!!

NM: get that bitter ex champ outta here.

The Ref has trouble getting them both away from his ring. Ging stands away and allows Timberlake to ready himself as Starr is groggy in the corner. Timberlake raises the chair and SWINGS CONNECTING WITH THE RIBS.....

GF: HE just hit BIG GING!!!!

Timberlake places the chair in place of Gings face as he sits on one knee and Starr sets up and hits WELCOME TO PRIMETIME thru the chair(superkick). Timberlake then places the chair on Gings downed face and heads to the top rope and executes the Fallen Starr(guilliotine LEgdrop) thru the chair and Gings facial features. Timberlake rolls back out with chair in hand as The ref says forget it about Joe Taylor pummeling Harris on the outside. Starr begins to do pushups over Gings unconcious body as the ref begins to count 1....2...

GF: 3!!!!!

NM: I told you Jason Starr is the future of the CWF!!!!

Starr gets up jumping up and down as a ring attendent retrieves the belt on his pointing and hands it to him as Harris holding Joe Taylor back from entering the ring. He looks at the belt kisses it right in the middle and tosses it back over the prone champ and leaves the ring as he is aided to stand by Cash and Diamond as Harris relinqishes his leg hold on Taylor and Farrant manages to roll back in holding his left side. They both look over the champ as Starr turns and looks proudly at Ringside as Mike Wilson steps from the back this time washed up and in a proper suit seemingly forgetting what had happened earlier with a mic in hand.

Wilson: So PrimeTime your first official win in the CWF and its over the World Champion.

Starr: Actually Wilson..I have always been a winner and in my eyes that man is not the champion I am even if I dont have possession of the belt we all know I am proper reigning wolrd champ becuase Ging didnt have the cohonas to put the belt on the line.

Wilson: Maybe so Starr but where to go from here?

Starr: Who is this guy, im gonna do what I do best show everyone why I am Prime Time, So DONT FUCKING BLINK.

As he finishes his sentence Justin Timberlake reaches there position and stands next to Mike Wilson.

Wilson: and whats with Timberlake?

Justin: We aite! I can kick ass.

Starr: No you can bend your ass over, ya queer.

And with that Starr and his posses leave Timberlake to mellon over the insult but not before Starr could connect with the Welcome to PrimeTime(superkick) taking Justin to dream world. The camera then shows the three Taylor, Farrant and Ging fuming in the ring.

GF: Thank you for joinin us for Nick Micheals Im Geroge Francis we'll see ya next week.

End of Show