We cut to the ring, where an official is talking to Gary Michael Capetta about something.

Megan: Welcome to EAW Mayhem everyone, I'm Megan Eko...currently alone at the booth, and I'm waiting here...I don't know what this all about in the ring though...

Capetta leaves the ring, and talks to Megan...and soon, Megan gets up, looking like she's heard something weird, and gets into the ring. She seems to ask Capetta if he's sure about what she's been told, and he nods. She shrugs. "Ladies and gentlemen...allow me to introduce to you, thanks to the work of EAW's own Lilith Aensland...my partner for Mayhem from now on...Bobby "The Brain" Heenan...The Second!"

The original version of the Tonight Show theme plays, and indeed, out comes Bobby Heenan...looking like he did back in the 1980s, wearing a black suit. He comes out to the cheers of the crowd, smiling a bit as he gets into the ring...taking the mic from Megan.

"Well, all you humanoids watching on TV now have a REASON to watch the show. Because, live and in person, yes, the Brain is back! Sure I'm a clone of the original, but I have all his memories, all his styles...and I'm ready to give a little credibility to this organization's announce team as a GREAT Broadcast Journalist. And for anyone doubting me...remember this, I actually made Gorilla Monsoon look GOOD on TV, I can work WONDERS with ANYONE."

"Well, truth be told, he was one of the best play-by-play commentators wrestling ever had.

"Still, he lived up to his name...the hairy knuckles, the foul body odor, the..."

"WILL YOU STOP?!" Megan snaps back. Then both of them chuckle. "Well, I'm looking forward to working with you," she shakes his hand. "Let's get to the booth..."

"All My Friends Crush You" by Neurotica hits as Savvy starts her way down the ramp to a cheering crowd. She seems to have gained some fanbase since recently, becoming more face.

As she enters the ring, the lights begin to strobe and sparklers fire off at the stage. "Trouble" by Pink begins to play on the speakers.

Walking out onto the center stage is Molly. She's got her new hairstyle, of brown with blonde streaks. She's wearing similar black pants as she usually wears and a black, shiney, leatherlike haltertop with the blue upside down V shapes on the straps like she usually has.

She holds a hand up and pops for the crowd who gives her quite a cheer. Behind her stands Mike Sanders in jeans and an EAW t-shirt. She heads down the ramp, looking determined and pointing to Savvy. Savvy gives her a "Come on" gesture as Molly gets onto the apron and hops into the ring.

Molly is quick to rush in and lock up with Savvy. Molly drives a knee into Savvy's chest during the lockup and hair drags Savvy across the ring. Savvy hops up and charges which Molly turns into a droptoe hold, then showing her skills quickly keeps hold of her feet and grabs Savvy in an STF. She wrenches Savvy back hard, putting lots of wear on her knees. Savvy manages to grab the ropes however and Molly lets go. Molly gets Savvy's legs and pulls her away from the ropes and drops her knee on the back of Savvy's. Savvy cries out in pain, but before Molly can give her another, she rolls over and shoves Molly off her. Molly hits the ropes as Savvy kippups. Molly comes off for a clothesline, but Savvy seems to go for the same thing, using power to grab Molly and goes into a uranage, bringing Molly hard onto the mat. Savvy hops up and goes off the ropes and uses a Rolling Thunder, landing hard on Molly.

Molly rolls up to her feet and Savvy continues her assault with a hurricanrana. Molly rolls hard and lands near the corner. She backs up and starts to use the corner to climb up. While she's still kinda sitting, Savvy rushes in with a Bronco Buster. The crowd cheers and Molly looks shocked and dazed. Seeing the good reaction she got, Savvy praces back around the ring and signals, going for another, but this time, Molly puts her boot up and catches Savvy in the stomach. Molly grabs the ropes at the corner to pull herself up and rushes Savvy with a Lou Thesz press, raining down a few punches, then scoots forward, over Savvy's shoulders and locks her legs around Savvy's arms adn turns them both over, putting Savvy in a sort of pinning position. But Savvy manages to kick out at 2.

Molly grabs Savvy by the hair and pulls her up, slapping at her head and then pulls her up for a Falcon Arrow. But Savvy kicks her feet and is set back down. She kicks Molly in the gut and reverses the hold into an underhook, then lifts Molly up for her own Pheonix arrow.

With Molly down, Savvy puts the boots to her before hopping on the top rope and hitting Molly with a Sky Twister Press. She rolls right up to her feet and locks in a Sharpshooter. Molly struggles for the rope but Savvy pulls her back. Molly struggles and manages to turn, knocking Savvy onto her back. Molly struggles, standing and locks Savvy into a Texas Cloverleaf. Savvy struggles and Molly can tell she's starting to get lose and as a final blow in the move, stands up a bit, still holding Savvy's legs then drops down hard onto Savvy's back. Savvy yells out in pain as the crown whinces as the sudden jolt and bend at Savvy's lower back and legs. Molly stands up and kicks at Savvy. As Savvy starts to get up, Molly climbs the top rope and waits. Savvy stands and turns around and Molly goes off with a Molly-Go-Round. She lands on Savvy's shoulder, but Savvy tries to stay up, but stumbles backwards a bit and finally falls backward. But, after stumbling backward, Molly comes down with her neck over the top rope.

Molly grabs her throat and stumbles back around the ring into Savvy's arms. Savvy kicks her and puts Molly into a Powerbomb position. Molly struggles out and kicks Savvy back, hooking Savvy into a suplex. She then walks Savvy over, holding her vertical, and drops her across the ropes, using the momentum to spring Savvy back up and into Springplex. Molly keeps a hold onto Savvy's head pulling her up and then signals for the Valentine Neckbreaker, but before Molly can lift her up, Savvy blocks and smacks Molly in the face, reversing the move to a swinging neckbreaker of her own, but Molly then blocks this and prepares for a Suplex, but Savvy counters yet again and grabs her in a Double Underhook.... and slams Molly hard with a Final Rush! She follows through with it into a cover, which the ref makes it to 3!

Winner: Savvy

Savvy stands up and raises her arms high in celebration. She smiles wide pumping her fist to the applauding crowd. Molly sits up slowly, staring and looking shocked, wide-eyed and a bit angry. She rolls out of the ring as Savvy continues her celebration. Mike Sanders starts around the ring to meet Molly, but before he gets there, Molly's dumped the time keeper out of his chair and has taken it.

She slides back in behind Savvy and stands at the ready. Savvy then turns and gets a faceful of Molly's chair. She crumples to the mat as Molly wails away at her. She turns the chair facing down and spears it hard on Savvy's knees. Savvy holds them crying out. Mike paces around outside of the ring, not sure what to do, thinking if he climbs in he might run the risk of getting swatted by Molly's chair...

Molly drags Savvy up to her feet and shoves her into a corner, wedging the chair in front of her. Molly then takes some steps toward the opposite corner and puts her hand son her hips with a big smile then pumps her fist up and down before turning and going for a triple handspring into a backelbow, driving the chair into Savvy. The chair pops free and Savvy stumbles out, splashing forward onto her face and the chair. Molly recoils from the hit herself, her elbow busted, but as she holdsit she still looks triumphant. She looks down at Savvy, trashtalking a bit. We catch a little of what she says, something about "...I was gonna win this! Now I did!"

She storms to the ropes with that powerwalk she has and grabs the ropes, leaning toward the camera and yells, "Like cousin Bob says, 'How do you like me now!!'" She throws her fist up as the crowd is roaring, pproval or dissapproval is anyone's guess. Molly hops out of the ring, heading up the ranp with her fists in the air, followed by Sanders as Savvy slowly recovers. Blood is dripping from her face as she seethes, she begins to mouth some words as she mouths with the only words heard are "...just made a big fucking mistake..."

**Commercial Break**

We come back from break with the WCW theme of Eddy Guerrero/current WWE theme of Chavo Guerrero, Jr. playing.

Megan: Welcome fans, back to Mayhem. I must say I'm shocked at just what Molly did...I expected that might happen from Savvy, but Molly?!

Bobby: Good for her! Maybe now she might actually get somewhere in this business. None of that putzing around, goody-two-shoes garbage.

Megan: Well, hopefully she'll come around...well, up next at least we know what to expect, as the EAW plays host to one of the WWE's most skilled tag team competitors.

Bobby: Unfortunately, his uncle Eddy is trying to tear the family apart! It's a tragedy, after Eddy took him under his wing and trained him in the Guerrero tradition, for Eddy to be selfishly trying to escape his family obligations.

Megan: Well, Guerrero family values aren't exactly the best things to be teaching anyone, but it's brought Eddy success.

Chavo Jr. comes out from the back, and with him is Chavo Sr, in a rather flamboyant bright red jumpsuit.

Bobby: Thankfully, Chavo now has a far better mentor, who is a snappy dresser to boot. Brain Sr. gave an outfit just like that to Tito Santana when he was El Matador...for some reason he didn't like it.

Megan: I guess with all the bull he put up with, Tito couldn't take too much more.

Bobby: Ha-ha...

Megan: Chavo of course from the WWE Smackdown brand, and he's slated to face Rey Mysterio Jr. at No Way Out for the Cruiserweight Title, and recently has been assisted by Chavo Sr. Chavo Sr. is a wrestling legend no doubt...but he's still a dirty old man. And Jr. takes after him.

Bobby: Okay, so they hit on you backstage--why, plenty of Mexican women have reverence for them and would marry them in a minute!

Megan: Of course--to get green cards.

As Chavo Jr. gets in the ring, "Rock You Like A Hurricane" plays...

Bobby: Well, the Guerreros are extremely clever when it comes to wrestling, and nobody cheats better. I can't really say I have my money riding on someone whose mentor is that knucklehead, Sting. Plus, look at her! She looks like Tammy Fae Baker in all that makeup.

Blayze gives a Stinger howl to the crowd, before running down the rampway, slapping hands with the fans.

Megan: Blayze of course is one-third of the recently formed Triad Angelic, but none of her friends are planning to help her cheat. Couldn't Chavo Jr. try that?

Bobby: Well, yeah, but look at his opponent. I don't know about you, but I'm deathly afraid of clowns.

Megan: Hmph, maybe Doink can make an appearance some time--Blayze getting in the ring, keeping an eye on the wily veteran--

Chavo discusses with Sr near the corner, and then Chavo steps to the center of the ring--and the bell rings. Chavo then hands Blayze what appears to be a piece of paper with a phone number. She tosses it back at Chavo, who catches the fluttering piece of paper..then reaches near her, about to stuff it down her top--but thumbs her in the eye!

Bobby: HA! What did I tell ya? Like a string of Christmas lights, she's just as dim as the bulb before her.

Megan: Shameless cheap shot from Chavo Jr., and taking the early advantage her with right hands, and an armwringer.

Chavo snaps Blayze around with a few arm drags, then scoops her up and drops her into a gutbuster. A pair of elbows, and he pulls her back up the hair, slamming her head-first against the turnbuckle, and puts a boot underneath the chin. He then decimates her with quick kicks to the turnbuckle, and backhanded chops.

Chavo climbs the ropes, and hammers at Blayze, going for a monkey flip--but Blayze counters with an inverted atomic drop! Chavo is stunned, and Blayze dropkicks him, clotheslines him as he comes back up, and sends him to the ropes. Go behind by Chavo, but Blayze escapes, grabbing the ropes, and uses a headscissors to dump Chavo to the floor!

Megan: Chavo Jr. a bit stunned by Blayze's comeback, and Blayze letting out a howl. Sr. pats Chavo on the back, giving him a few words of advice. Chavo carefully gets back into the ring, circling around Blayze. He sneaks in a double leg takedown, but before he can lock on an STF, Blayze counters, leg whipping him--Chavo attempts an Enzui Giri, but Blayze ducks, locking on a Mexican Surfboard!! Chavo shakes his head no to the referee when asked if he wants to give, but when Blayze breaks the hold she attempts a half-crab. Chavo blocks, and rolls up Blayze, holding the tights to get--

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Blayze looks angry as she gets back up, but sees complaining about it futile, and instead explodes on Chavo, peppering him with rights and throwing him to the ropes, coming off the opposite ones with a jumping DDT on Chavo! She goes to the second rope, leaping off as Chavo gets up and attempting a Hurracanrana from behind, hitting it and snapping Chavo onto his face! Blayze rolls him over, hooks the leg--

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Blayze quickly picks up Chavo again, setting him up for a spinning neckbreaker...blocked by Chavo, who counters, flipping Blayze up over his back, and hitting the Gordy Special! Chavo Sr. applauds the move, and Chavo covers Blayze--

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Chavo pulls up Blayze, wrenches the neck, and hits an over-the-shoulder armbreaker on her, turning the move into a side armbar. Blayze fights her way up, and rams her other shoulder into the gut of Chavo, but Chavo applies a Mahistrahl Cradle, getting another quick two-count. Chavo takes a breather, than picks up Blayze, snapmaring her, hitting a dropkick, and wrenching back her arms and locking on a Stunt Rider Stretch.

Blayze fights back gradually, hiptossing Chavo and catching him with a sit-down facebuster, and then locking on a Scorpion Deathlock to a loud pop. The fans cheer as Chavo is locked on the hold, but he scrambles towards the ropes before Blayze can get it cinched in. Chavo reaches for the bottom rope...Sr. grabs Chavo Jr. hand and puts it on the ropes. Blayze sits back hard on the hard but the referee tells her to break it.

Disappointedly, Blayze does so, but puts the boots to the back of Chavo's legs.

Blayze shows some Flair-style wearing down (to the grudging approval of Bobby), while simultaneously working on the neck with chinlocks, a DDT, and neckbreakers. A cross body off the top rope is countered by Chavo with a backbreaker to turn the tide, and he slams her off the ropes with a powerslam!! Chavo throws her into the corner, pummeling her, and charges in, but Blayze counters with a back elbow. Irish Whip, and Blayze is about to come off the ropes but is tripped up by Chavo Sr! Taking advantage, Chavo whips Blayze back into the corner, then sets her up for, and hits, a Tornado DDT/Armbreaker!!

Chavo covers, getting a long two--almost a three--but kickout by Blayze, narrowly. Both Chavos are absolutely shocked, and Jr. stomps away on Blayze some more. Blayze makes a comeback though, countering a crucifix into a Scorpion Death Drop!! Chavo Sr. gets up on the apron, and is about to nail Blayze from behind, but Kennedy appears on the scene, preventing the cane shot. The distraction gives Chavo a chance to belly-to-belly Blayze, but when she gets up, she ducks a clothesline, and tosses Chavo into the corner, hitting a Scorpion Splash! A second-rope Death Drop follows, and Blayze locks on the Death Lock to get a tap out from Chavo!!

Winner: Blayze

Chavo Jr. rolls out of the ring near Sr., and Kennedy goes congratulates Blayze as we go to commercial...

**Commercial Break**

We cut to a "Moments Ago..." shot backstage...

Megan: Welcome back to EAW Mayhem, folks--while we were away and Kennedy returned backstage, she was jumped by...

Bobby: The Dirtiest Player in the game himself!!

Footage is shown of Ric attacking Kennedy from behind with a tire iron, nailing her in the base of the spine. Ric yells, "So you want that match? DO YOU?! Hunter didn't really want me to grant you the privilege, but if you really are his daughter...it would be a good way to toughen you up. You'll get soft in this company..." he kicks her in the midsection. "Consider this an acceptance..." Ric says, then locks on the figure four as he whallops Kennedy's knees with the tire iron.

Megan: Kennedy is currently being taken to see Aerith...and geez, I underestimated just how aggressive Ric could be these days...

Bobby: He IS Ric Flair--and while Arn usually would do a job like that, he isn't afraid to dirty his hands, either. Kennedy's gonna get taken to school at Holy Wars!

Megan: Well, we have plenty more action to come, but before that--I interviewed Ari and Aria earlier today and--roll the footage!--

Location: EAW HQ, in a small studio. On the screen we have a "Earlier Today" caption...

Megan Eko is seated on the left of the shot, with two empty chairs to the right of her.

"The EAW's tag team division has recently had a bit of a shakeup as of late. Teams have been forming, reforming, and breaking up, many of it over miscommunications and problems obtaining the tag team titles. A new team has been formed hoping to not suffer that same fate. Whether they succeed or not is anyone's guess. Ari, Arianna, come on down!"

Ari does, wearing a nice black blazer over a pink top, along with matching skirt and high heels. She takes a seat, opposite of Megan.

"Excuse me--where's your partner?" Megan asks, looking off camera.

"You only called me?" Ari says with a smile.

"Oh--Aria? Sorry, these names are quite confusing...as is telling you apart," Megan apologizes.

"It's okay...we get that alot." Ari explains. "Just remember, I'm the one with the pink streaks in my hair. She's the one with the green streaks."

"Hm, you *may* want to diversity a bit more than that. Aria, could you please come on down?"

Aria does, instead of going with the more buisness look, she comes out wearing a leather jacket over a black tube top with matrix barcodes printed, black PVC pants, and black high heels. She sits next to Ari, but not before giving her a quick noogie.

Megan notices Aria's outfit, and comments."I suppose that's a good a start as any," then shrugs.

Aria then glares at Ari. "Why didn't you tell me that I was under dressed." She says.

"Sorry Sis." Ari says. "Must've slipped my mind."

"Well, first off, the obvious questions: do you have a team name yet?" Megan asks.

"Yes." Aria nods, "And no. We feel that trying to come up with the perfect tag team name takes up too much time when we could be scouting our opponents, comming up with new stratagies, so we decided to-"

"Just be Arianna and Aria." Ari finishes for her.

"Aria and Arianna." Aria corrects.

"Arianna and Aria." Ari insists.

"Aria and Arianna." Aria says, abit peeved.

"Arianna and Aria." Ari replies back, equally peeved.

"I see," Megan chuckles a bit, after turning her head back and forth to observe the bickering. "Why not leave that in the capable hands of one of the managers we have around here? I'm sure one of them could come up with an agreeable team name."

"We don't deal with managers." Ari states.

"Then we'll have to share 5% of our paychecks, anything we get out of potential merchandise sales..." Aria lists.

"I just meant asking for an idea. However, I see your point. There are several schysters and crooked managers among them. You know the type...a certain fat, bald, annoying, loudmouth, for instance."

"We know." They both say at the same time.

She nods, "Moving on, what do you feel that you bring to the tag team division that no other team does?"

"We bring in new and unique challenges!" Ari smiles.

"Partially true, but we will always give the people our 125 percent in the ring, from the moment our music hits, to the final bell that rings at the end. We're like a pair of heat-seeking missles: We never give up until we reached our target. Namely the EA F'N W Tag Team Championships!"

"From that little bit of hyperbole, I'd swear you have been listening to Heyman--but nevertheless, it seems to be passion, dedication, and aggression. Do you see possible disagreements between you prematurely ending that goal?" Megan asks.

"Noooooo." They both assure her.

"Well, I wish you luck on that. What do you see as your toughest competition right now in the division? What of the champions as well?" she says, seemingly a bit skeptical of them herself.

"Right now, we see the Blackhearts as our biggest threat, due to obvious reasons." Aria states. "The Tag Team Champions are a formable duo themselves, but honestly if a champion or champions can't keep their gold in tact, then, as much as I really like them, they don't deserve them."

"I'll have to agree with Aria." Ari explains. "Speaking of Latina Heat, I know a few bits of their tricks since I used to be Lexay's tag team partner. But then again, I didn't know what kind of a bitch she can be. And then there's the Extremists and the Triad Angelic. Like us, they're new, so it'll be intresting to see what exactly the can, to coin a phrase, bring to the table."

Megan taps a finger against her chin, "Right--plus, they have more than just two members in their team. Do you see that necessarily as an advantage or disadvantage?"

"It's more of a disadvantage. The combinations of most tag teams in a stable are like weather: You never see this comming."

"Alright, good point. What do you feel would be your greatest weakness as a team?" Megan asks next.

"Lack of experience." Ari states.

"Totally." Aria agrees. "Despite the fact that we're sisters, this'll be our first time we ever teaming together. And like most veteran tag teams, they won't see us as a major threat to become the number 1 tag team."

"True, although many of the teams you'll face on the way towards the championship won't have too much experience as a team, either," Megan agrees, "What is your opinion on the fans, and what would you like them to feel when your team is wrestling?"

"Like everyone else, our fans are what makes and breaks us." Ari explains. "We want the fans to see us as not just a T&A tag team like in some federations."

"WWE" Ari coughs out.

"But as a tag team highly skilled and talented, as well as innovative. We're not going to known as just another Third-Rate Tag Team like Los Conquistadors."

"Si," Megan replies, chuckling.

"We're training day in and day out until the day we get our first match together as a tag team. A match on Holy Wars would be great, but if they don't have enough time for us, we can wait." Aria explains, brushing her hair back abit.

Megan nods, then remembers, "Which brings me to ask--if you could face any team in WWE, who might they be?"

"It doesn't really matter to me..." Aria says.

"I would love to take on Too Cool." Ari states. "Then after the match we can break it down and dance!"

"But the World's Greatest Tag Team are the most skilled as of now. So we want to face them."

"No, Too Cool."

"World's Greatest Tag Team!" Aria says, getting annoyed.

"Too Cool" Ari states, equally annoyed.

"World's Greatest Tag Team!"

"Ahem, no need to fight, ladies. Who knows, maybe two EAW teams vs. those two teams could be worked out, or maybe a tag team battle royale of sorts. Of course, that's up to the bookers to sort out..."

"Right...heheh." They calm down. "Sorry."

"Okay, I'd like to let you each have a few moments to sound off on anything you like, or have any final words for the audience. Aria? You go first," Megan directs.

"All I have to say is that the EAW better look out because The Green and Pink Machines are on the move!" Aria says.

"And Arianna?" Megan turns to the other member of the team...

"To anyone who stands in our way of Tag Team Success, you best get some spice, 'cause you're about to get fried!" Ari declares.

"Spice and Fried? What are you thinking?" Aria comments.

"Like yours were better. It's better sounded 'Pink and Green Machines.' Provided if we were going to use that name."

"Alright: Aria and Arianna...a brash young team with high goals in mind, but with the ability to live up to their boasts. Thank you for joining us, and goodnight!"

We go back live...

Back to live action...

Megan: And, we're back. Bobby, what do you think of that new team, or dare I ask?

Bobby: Cannon fodder! Eh, now, with that out of the way, let's have some real tag teams down here!

Megan: Well, up next, it's the match that the EAW tag teams all shoot to earn--an EAW World Tag Team Championship title match!

The strains of Paul Satriani's "The Extremist" starts to play over the speakers, and there's a mixed reaction from the crowd as the team comes out with it's two managers.

Capetta: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EAW Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, being accompanied by their managers Paul Heyman and Crysta Sparks...representing the Extremists, at a total combined weight of 505 pounds...NOVA...AND TEST!

Brain: Megan, right here, you're looking at the next EAW Tag Team Champions! With Heyman's guidance, and moral support from someone like Crysta offering moral support, there's no way that they can lose!

Megan: Well, I may have to agree with you there...even though Heyman's an annoying jerk who IS THE MOST ANNOYING PERSON ON THE PLANET...he does have two potentially great champions on his team here.

Brain: And think about who they're facing...paper tag team champions who can't even keep their belts safe...

Megan: Come on Heenan, you know as well as anyone that Latina Heat stole the title belts after a cheap shot.

Brain: Hey, if they're stupid enough to have that happen to them, then they don't DESERVE to be tag team champions!

Megan: Well, that's your opinion, but in any event, the challengers in the ring, and are eagerly awaiting the champions...

"Bring Me To Life" cues up now, to a more positive mixed reaction from the crowd now, as the champions, sans belts, come out with their manager.

Capetta: And their opponents, being accompanied by their manager Viki, from Roswell, New Mexico...at a total combined weight of 272 pounds...they are the EAW Tag Team Champions...Sin and Shade...THE GIRLS OF GOTH!

Brain: Here they are...the punks off the streets off of Transylvania...

Megan: They're not from Transylvania, Brain...they're from Roswell.

Brain: Roswell? So they've been abducted by Aliens? So THAT'S why like they have something up their...

Megan: WILL YOU STOP!?

Brain: ...I just had a feeling of Déjà vu there...

Megan: In any event, the champs are in the ring, and this title match is underway!

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CHAMPIONSHIP
Nova and Test vs. The Girls Of Goth

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Sin and Nova start things off for their respective teams, as the managers get out of the ring. Nova tries to use his size and experience advantage to his side to get Sin down to the mat, but Sin outsmarts Nova, letting him get overconfident, and taking him down with some quick combos of agile moves. Nova tries to get back up to his feet, but Sin gets her legs around Nova's neck, clenching it to wear him down. As Nova struggles with the hold, Sin uses her arms to crab walk back to her corner and make the tag to her sister, who leaps over the top rope, dropping a leg onto Nova's chest. Sin slides out of the ring, and drops an elbow into Nova's chest, going for a quick cover, but only managing to get a two count out of it.

Shortly after Shade gets into the ring, and after getting a few moves in of her own, she gets caught by surprise when Nova catches her with the Shell Shock. Not taking a chance, he rolls back to his corner, and makes the tag to the powerhouse of his team, Test. Test quickly shows his dominance in the ring, taking everything that Shade can dish out, and with ease overpowering her back down to the mat. Sin seems to be chomping at the bit to get back into the match, but Test shows he's too skilled, keeping her down with his power moves. He makes a tag to Nova, then grabs Shade, allowing Nova to catch her with a Novacaine, while Test falls forward with her in a Full Nelson Reverse Russian Leg Sweep. Shade seems to be out cold, and Nova goes for the cover, only managing to get a two count as Shade BARELY gets her foot onto the rope. Nova seems angry about this, ready to drop her down with the Kryptonite Crunch...but Shade reverses it into a pinning predicament. She only gets a two count, but as she's pushed off of Nova's body, she dives to her own corner, and makes the tag to her partner, who comes in like a wild woman, flying all over the place, taking Nova and Test both down with amazing high flying moves. The two Extremists are caught off guard by this all happening, and falter to the outside of the ring to try and regroup themselves. This action is not unnoticed by the Girls of Goth, as they both go to the ropes nearest to their opponents, using them to springboard, and deliver mirrored hurricanranas onto the floor. They toss their opponents back into the ring, and get ready to continue on with the match...when they see something on the entryway.

Brain: Hey, it's the REAL Tag Team Champions, Latina Heat! And they're flaunting THEIR title belts!

Megan: Those are as much their titles as I'm a lesbian, Brain, and you know it. Latina Heat taunting the champions...and the Champs going in pursuit, forgetting about the match!

Brain: You MORONS! You have a match at hand. See, THIS is why the Girls of Goth should NOT be considered worthy tag team champs!

Megan: The Goths want their belts back, and that fact has made them forget about their match...the referee's counting...and the Goths have been counted out!

Capetta: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winners of this match, as a result of a count out...Nova...and Test!

Megan: Latina Heat have cost the Girls of Goth the match, AND the Extremists the titles!

Brain: Hey, so what? I'm falling for those Latinas, and I say that they deserve to be the true Tag Team Champions here!

Megan: In any event...we have to go now...3 Minute Devastation Challenge is next!

We cut to the ring, Capetta is getting back in.

Capetta: Ladies and gentlemen...please welcome for this 3 Minute Devastation...EAW Booker and nWo Commissioner Chris Waters...

"Three Minutes" by 2 Skinnie J's cues up, and out comes the nWo Commish, bouncing to the music.

Megan: And Waters now coming out, he seems very confident about this upcoming match...

Brain: As he should be. Waters wouldn't put out such a challenge or accept a challenge for his charge without being COMPLETELY confident. And this is a BRILLIANT chance to show opportunity for his man, Paul "The Devastator" Wight...a man who can dominate ANYONE in his path, a man...

Megan: OK Brain, it's only a 2 hour show. Waters now getting into the ring...and he's got a microphone...

Waters looks out to the crowd with a smile. "Ladies and gentlemen...don't go to the bathroom...and don't blink either, or you will miss this match. This is the 3 Minute Devastation Challenge...and hanging in the balance is a shot at the nWo Triple Crown Championship! At this time, I'd like to bring out, THE nWo Triple Crown Champion...the man, the myth, the legend...PAUL..."THE DEVASTATOR"...WIGHT!

"The Zoo" by Bruce Dickinson cues up, and out comes the mammoth of a man that is Paul Wight.

Brain: Man, I'm being reminded of the 1980s...this is bringing me back, the next incarnation of Andre the Giant right here, only EVEN BETTER!

Megan: How much did Waters pay you to kiss his guy's ass here?

Brain: None of your busin...er, nothing!

Waters holds down the top rope for Paul Wight to step over, as Wight holds up the nWo-ized Triple Crown Title high.

"And now..." Waters continues. "The first person to try to take on Wight in this match...well, I guess you'd only call him a half person. Representing the Fringe...NEXUS!"

"1996" starts to play, and Nexus wastes no time in rushing into the ring, and starts brawling with Wight as soon as he gets in!

Nexus continues slugging away with Paul Wight as the timer begins, not wanting to lose this opportunity in the match. He goes off the ropes as Wight is reeling, and goes off the rope, blasting him with a clothesline that takes him off the feet. He goes for the cover, but only gets a one count as Wight shoves him off HARD, going to get back up. As Wight gets up though, Nexus kicks him right in the gut, and drops him with the Evenflow DDT! He goes for another cover, but Wight kicks out again, showing that it's going to take more than that to beat him. Nexus gets onto all fours, ready to pounce as soon as Wight gets up...but as soon as he gets in close, he gets caught in the face with one of Wight's massive boots. Wight measures Nexus on the mat as he prepares to drop a HARD elbow onto him, but Nexus manages to move out of the way at the last second, getting a half nelson in and rolling over Wight for a pin! Wight BARELY manages to get a shoulder up though, and rolls to the outside, surprised by the fight that Nexus has in him, as Waters goes over to give him words of encouragement. Nexus goes to come out of the ring to stop this, and gets caught in the muzzle by a kick by Waters, which catches him off guard long enough for Wight to lift him up and send him head-first into the steel post. Waters laughs a bit...

...until the crowd cheers LOUDLY, and Stigmata rushes out, tackling Waters to the ground, and pounding away at him! Waters manages to push Stigmata off of him, and makes a getaway, Stigmata in hot pursuit...leaving Nexus and Wight alone in the match with less than 2 minutes to go in the match. Wight tosses the now bleeding Nexus back into the ring, ready to take him down, but gets surprised as Nexus LEAPS off of the mat now, catching Wight with a Lou Thesz Press, pounding away at him repeatedly with punches to the face. However, Wight doesn't BLOCK the punches, but rather, grabs Nexus by his throat, and squeezes HARD! With all the force in his body, he pushes Nexus off his body, and gets up to his feet while squeezing. With great force, he lifts up Nexus and drops him HARD with a chokeslam, taking the wind out of Nexus' body. Having not finished, he picks Nexus back up, getting him in a reverse DDT position, lifting him up for a suplex, but instead, leaps up with it, and drops him HARD with a piledriver! He goes for the cover...

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Capetta: Here is your winner, in 2:10 seconds...Paul..."The Devastator"...Wight!

Megan: Well, this has to be a disappointment for Nexus, but...

Brain: Too bad, Wolf Boy, it's back to the Kennel for you! You've just been neutered by the Devastator!

Megan: Come on Brain...be nice.

We cut to the back, where Nexus is walking to the healing room, upset about the loss.

"Hey Wolf Boy...nice job. You actually looked worse than Funaki out there!"

Nexus angrily turns around to see WWE Superstar A-Train standing there, laughing at him. Nexus snaps, and he and A-Train start brawling with each other now, having to be separated by officials soon after...

KRAK-KOOOMMM!!!!

Finger Eleven's "Slow Chemical" cued up as the pyro exploded.

Megan: And here comes the WWE's version of the Big Red Machine! It's mind-boggling to me, Brain, how different this Kane is compared to our mask-clad, more heroic Kane!

Brain: Well, maybe to you Megan, but to me, hey... it's pretty simple! WWE's Kane and EAW's Kane? Both monsters, but one's good and the other's evil! They're both screwed up in the head and-- WHOA!!

Heenan stops as Kane ignites the turnbuckles as he always does.

Brain: As I was saying, it's pretty obvious... you know why WWE Kane's so ticked off?

Megan: No, why?

Brain: If you don't know, I won't tell you.

Megan: ... You don't know, do you?

Brain: Of course I do, I just don't want to tell you.

Megan: ... right.

Suddenly, Erica Angel's voice cued up over the PA system.

"Would you please rise, for our National Anthem."

And with that, Iced Earth's rendition of the Star Spangled Banner cued up, and the whole crowd stood. Kane cocked his head, staring out to the entrance as he looked confused. As the song ended and Creed's "Bullets" quickly faded in... and Erica was behind Kane with a cattle prod!! She used it on the small of Kane's back and as the Big Red Monster was felled, Erica went for the cover, but got only a two! Kane got up and the size difference was evident, Kane easily towering over the diminutive Erica.

Erica was undaunted as she quickly went for a Spiral Clothesline that sent Kane stepping backward, but Erica quickly kicked Kane square in the groin, which caused him to double over. Erica went to grab a steel chair from a shopping cart full of items that she borrowed from Akiko, and rocked Kane hard in the head with it. Kane only staggered backwards, refusing to fall, and Erica struck him with it again! A third time was the charm and Erica immediately went for the cover, but didn't even get the one count as Kane powered out, getting up and going for a clothesline that Erica rolled away from, charging in with a wheelbarrow bulldog! Erica then grabbed the chair and began beating Kane down, even as Kane sat up, seemingly unaffected by the chairshots, until Erica grabbed his head and delivered a DDT onto the chair! Even then, Kane sat up, seemingly unfazed! Erica charged in to attack Kane, but then Kane caught her, and delivered a sidewalk slam to the American Angel!! Picking the hurt Erica up, he then drove her shoulder first into the turnbuckle, causing more greivious injury to her person! As Kane picked her up though, Erica suddenly retaliated, grabbing Kane and hitting the Snapbreaker! Immediately she grabbed the steel chair again and went to work, charging in and walloping Kane with it! As Kane got up she delivered another DDT to the steel chair, yet once again Kane sat up!! The fear seemed to sink into Erica as she grabbed Kane, but Kane grabbed back, and delivered a powerslam to the young woman, causing more damage to her ribs! Kane seemed to be in total control as he picked Erica up and went to chokeslam her, but Erica ducked the lunge, immediately capitalizing--

--delivering the Hammer of Justice to Kane!! Immediately Erica went for the pin, but shockingly Kane got the shoulder up before the three count could be completed!! Fustration set in for Erica as she pounded the mat, but quickly regained her composure as Erica scampered out of the ring, reaching under the apron and pulling out a table! As Kane sat up once again the "WE WANT TABLES!!" chant began to pick up as Erica slid the table in, and slowed Kane's attack with a Standing HoJ which sent the Big Red Machine down on one knee! She then set the table up, ducking a clothesline and throwing Kane onto the table, but then she doubled over, the pain to her ribs too much for her to capitalize as Kane evaded any chances of getting put through the table. And it was then that Kane capitalized, grabbing Erica by the throat--

--and chokeslammed Erica straight down into the mat. Erica was convulsing and looked to be in very dire straits as Kane was about to go for the pin when suddenly--

BONNNNG!!

--Kane immediately forgot about Erica, shaking his head in denial as the EAW Jumbotron went crazy, showing the same strange Ring-like footage that has been shown, perhaps hinting, warning Kane. Kane was so out of his game at this point when Erica snuck up from behind and, showing supreme strength despite her injured ribs--

--delivering a rather sloppy Dangerous Queen Bomb on Kane, but she managed to hold the pin for three seconds, thus defeating Kane an earning her right to face "The Devastator" Paul Wight next show in the Three Minute Devastation match!!

Winner: Erica Angel

But Kane, enraged that the hauntings of his brother has once again cost him, took it out on Erica, clotheslining her down. Then picking her up, and delivering a grotesque chokeslam through the table she had set up!! Erica looked really bad as she was coughing up blood, but Kane wasn't done, as he went to the ringside and grabbed under the apron a tank full of gasoline!! Ripping off her mesh shirt, Kane then poured the gas all over Erica's chest, looking to see "char-broiled puppies" so to speak. Before he could light the flame though, Kennedy Helmsley and Blayze, Erica's friends in the Triad Angelic, rushed to the ring with steel chairs and struck Kane with a Con-Chair-To that sent the Big Red Machine staggering out of the ring, laughing at them as he trudged up the stage, until he bumped into the EAW's Kane!! The two Kanes then traded blow after blow, a fight that carried over to the backstage where officials had to pry them off.

**Commercial Break**

In a lounge backstage, we see Akiko and Trish talking about the Goddess' swimsuit photo shoot. More specifically, Trish's photo shoot with Krise on the DVD. And obviously, Akiko's giving Trish Hell about it.

"Give me a break, Akiko," Trish says with a smirk. "I don't do it all the time, and I enjoy myself when I pose. Besides, the censors took care of all that anyway."

"Well, I took total artistic control on my required photo shoot, not wanting to be subjected by the artistically devoid photographers who think the only good picture of a woman with less clothes the better." Akiko then grins "Wanna see mine Trish?! ^_____^"

"Sure! ^_^"

Akiko hands her a stack of glossies. The first shows a dark, film noireesque abandoned looking warehouse with a ring in the middle. Akiko's sitting on the ground leaning against it, the shadow only showing her legs from the knee to her feet and enhancement shows her eyes staring out evilly.

"Artsy," Trish says, checking the next one.

The next shows Akiko, more in the light, an intense, angry look.... she's got on her tank top and some torn shorts and is wrapping barbed wire around her forearm, blood running and dripping form her elbow, onto her leg.

"Yikes," Trish says, grinning. "Although you may end up backfiring with this one. Some perverts are into that sorta thing."

Another is a close-up on her upper right left side, her nose down, showing her looking down to her arm. A real barbwire is around her tattoo, blood pouring from it.

"Heh... so? Still, my shoot has deep meaning. It's about pain... it's about my pain... my anger unleashed.... it's about all the shit I hold inside. Consider my art a doorway into my mind which allows some of it to leak out so it doesn't get too pressurized and explode." Akiko says. "Besides.... consider the classic paintings featuring nude women.... There were pervs too I know, who didn't look at it as art but rather went. 'Huhuh... she naked....' So mine, aside from the rest of the spreads... no offense.... is more than 'Look at my tits!'"

Trish glares a little bit and turns away, "Okay, relax. I was just kidding around."

The next picture shows Akiko up in the ring. She's in a punching position. We can't see what she' pounding at, but there is a man's arm reaching up weakly form the bottom of the screen and her taped up fists are splattered with blood.

"Hey! ^^;; I said no offense. I mean, mindless cheesecake is good. I wasn't slamming you. Just explaining what mine means!" Akiko glomps onto Trish from behind. "Check out he next one it's one of my favs!

"Yeah it's great," Trish says, not really looking at it. "I've gotta get going, I've got rehearsals in an hour and I need to get changed..." She turns to go, trying to hide her disappointed expression.

The one she doesn't really look at shows Akiko clawing at her face, leaving red streaks. "You can really see the emo...tion... Er.... Whoa hey... don't pull an Oseiko with me now." She runs after Trish. "Something on yer mind, say it."

"No, I don't have anything on my mind," Trish says airily. "Just a little bummed that you're so quick dismiss my video shoot with Krissy... I mean, your shots are truly artistic, but I'm not like you. I LIKE to pose just for the sake of posing. I worked pretty damned hard to get my body looking the way I wanted it to look, and it feels good when I know that people admire my body." Trish shakes her head, sighing. "Look... I don't know what I mean right now, all right? I've had a lot of things on my mind lately..."

Akiko sighs. "Ok, Ok. Sorry. Hey, stupid Akiko, right? Heheh... little goof says stuff without meaning them to hurt... no moral barometer." She makes a goofy face. "... Ok Ok... I guess making you body look like that is kinda cool. I mean... hell, you look a thousand times better than me. I don't have your determination. You think I'm gonna give up giant burritos just to make myself look good? I couldn't. My shitty body and I have grown to like each other." She smirks and grabs and a small bit of flab around her belly, not enough to really see unless she's actually grabbing and pinching it out. "So... Ok Ok.... so you like guys oogling you and jacking off in front of the DVD player.... hey, I guess that's cool. I mean... I wouldn't like it myself, but then I don't have guys that would wanna do it to me like you and so... I'm glad. =P So.... OK, sorry about not really thinking about that posing crap... er... posing.... means to you."

Trish winces as Akiko mentions the "jacking off" part. "Urgh! Akiko! Why--Look, never mind, okay." She rolls her eyes. "I shouldn't have said anything, okay? I know you didn't mean anything by it..." She smiles a little bit, even though she doesn't want to.

"Ok then, now lets tackle the 'Other things on your mind' part, huh?" Akiko pockets her pictures. "What's going on, hmm. You know, yer too much of a happy go lucky gal. What do you have to be all depressed and moody about. That's my gimmick remember? ^_-"

"Yeah, Akiko, because, y'know MY LIFE is totally perfect," Trish grouses. "What, do you think YOU own the patent on depression?!" She snickers a little bit. "It's nothing, really. I just had to get up a little early to change Matt's diaper and sing some lullabies to him for a couple hours."

Akiko raises an eyebrow. "Trish, if you think you can make me just forget about the fact that you're obviously troubled, you must not think I'm the friend I am. I'm not gonn just let you walk away." She suddenly glomps Trish around the waist from behind, locking her fingers. "There. ^__^"

"...I've just got a lot on my mind, okay?" Trish exhales. "I was at the X2 premiere in LA until 3 in the morning trying to wade through all of the paparazzi and reporters and fanboys..." Trish looks tired just recalling it, but she smiles despite herself. "It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be filming it, because their version of the movie was a bit different than the one I saw. Marvel Girl isn't quite as wimpy, for one thing. She gets in a few good hits against Deathstrike trying to save Wolvie..."

Akiko nods. "Yeeeah... and?"

"She has her in this chokehold, but then Deathstrike stabs her in the leg with her thumb," Trish goes on. "So there's this scene where Cyclops is putting a tourniquet on her while Wolvie goes into the fight again, and she's still like, 'No, lemme at her! I can take that bitch!'" Trish smiles. "I got poked in the eye accidentally while we filmed that scene. Kelly Hu almost started crying, she felt so bad." =0p

Akiko nods. "... I meant what else is bothering you?"

"Well, I'm training for my new movie now," Trish says with a sigh. "Lots of work with swords, lots of acrobatics and martial arts, lots of gunplay... Between that, modeling, and defending my belt, my plate is pretty full. AND all of that comes second to Matt." Trish grins. "I should start spending hours in the Time Chamber to sleep."

Akiko smiles. "Well. So, I saw Jeff helped you win." She says simply.

Trish just looks at Akiko. "..."

Akiko just looks back, no real emotion on her face as to whether or not she approves of it.

"Yeah... he did," Trish finally answers, a little bit or restraint shown. "I didn't ask him to help... You know that..."

Akiko just nods. "Mmm hmm."

"So... what about it, then?" Trish probes, not doing a very good job of keeping her motive hidden.

"So... think you would have kept the title without him?"

"It would've take more than 'Celipa's Agony' to keep my shoulders down," Trish says, using finger-quotes Dr. Evil style. "I think she could've probably kicked out of that assist, though."

"Well, she didn't so... good for you. ^^"

"Zat s'posed to mean?" Trish says, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, I'm just saying you retained." Akiko smiles.

"...Yeah," Trish says. "I did. And I don't feel bad about it, neither. I didn't cheat, and I kept the belt. Yep."

Akiko smiles. "Exactly. The rules say nothing against it in an Extreme match."

"That's right," Trish says, nodding righteously. "Paul Heyman can go to hell if he doesn't like the way I retained my belt."

Akiko nods. "Oh, don't worry about Paul.... Sooooo... that's all that's bothering you, huh?"

Trish frowns at Akiko. "Who said I was bothered by it?" ¬_¬;

Akiko smirks. "Well, I'm merely meaning... anything else on your mind?"

"LOOK, I FEEL LIKE SHIT FOR HOW I BEAT FASHA, OKAY!??!?" Trish explodes at her. "YES, it was a TERRIBLE thing to do, and I didn't mean it! THERE! I FUCKING SAID IT!!!!!!" >_<;;;

Akiko blinks at the explosion. "... er.. I wasn't even on about that... I thought maybe you were upset over other things...." She gives Trish a hug.

Trish sighs and hugs back. "No. That's just... the icing on the cake," she says. "I, uh..." She pulls away from Akiko. "I think what I might say next might make you a little, uh... upset with me..."

Akiko raises and eyebrow. "Well... go ahead and say it now, rather than let me sit here wondering what you're thinking."

"Iw'sg'ndrpteb'tt'F'sha," Trish blurts out with a mutter.

Akiko blinks. ".... say what?" She seems to have caught the gist.

"I... was going... to drop... the belt... to FASHA!" Trish says slowly and loudly. She doesn't seem to enjoy the confession, as evidenced by her cringe at having to repeat it.

Akiko blinks. "WHAT?! What do you mean?!"

"People wouldn't be suspicious if I lost to Fasha," Trish says, looking down at the floor in shame. "I... I just don't have time to be Extreme Champ right now. This movie is sapping away all of the time that I'm not devoting to Matthew... I mean, I spent FOUR HOURS in make up today, just stick a pair of elf ear prostheses on and get some lip gloss to make me look 'kissable' or something..." Trish smirks and shows Akiko a bruise on her bicep. "I got this from kendo practice... y'know, to train for my big end battle. I just don't feel like I'm giving the fans my all for this Championship when...." She trails off, unable to meet Akiko's eyes.

Akiko sighs. "So yer gonna drop it to Fasha? I mean, Fasha's worthy and all but... GEEZ!! I handed it to you with a bit of ceremony. I didn't just lay down, like Erica to Derek." She says, trying to add some levity to cheer Trish and herself up.. though it doesn't work.

"Look... I..." Trish sighs, and then turns around... bends over to pick something up...

"Sorry, Trish, I'm not in the mood tonight." She says in response to Trish bending over. With a sigh, Akiko has a seat on a couch.

Trish just sighs loudly at Akiko's joke... and picks up a steel chair.

*Thuh-WHAAAACK!*

Trish cracks the chair against Akiko's skull with all her might!

Akiko acks and flops over on the couch. She sits up, shaking her head as a trickle of blood starts down her forehead. "...." She get up and staggers over to the pool table. "... Ooooh-ho-ho.... that's it..." He hand rests on a pool cue and she spins around quickly cracking it in half on Trish's side.

Trish grimaces at the blow to her kidneys, and charges at Akiko to take her down with a Lou Thesz Press! Instead of raining down punches, Stone Cold style, however, Trish resorts to a more catfight style of offense, grabbing Akiko's hair and giving her a general throttling.

Meanwhile, Stitch skitters into the room, tiptoeing his way to the 'fridge to grab a Mountain Dew...

Akiko acks and rolls so she's on top and has her hands around Trish's neck, choking her. After a bit she keeps holding Trish's neck with one hand while pounding at her face with the other.

"Kibata?" Stitch asks, after downing his can of Mountain Dew in one gulp. "Graaaaugh!" He reaches off-camera and grabs a striped shirt from unknown sources and begins counting Trish's shoulders down. "ONE-AAAAH! TWO-AAAAAH! THR----"

Trish growls and kicks out, drop-kicking Akiko in the chest as soon as she gets back to her feet. She grins, coughing a little bit from being choked, and spins Akiko around for a Tornado DDT!

Akiko hits the ground hard and holds her head, kicking her feet in pain.

Trish immediately takes advantage, rolling Akiko up for a pin!

Stitch counts! "GGGRAAAAAUGH! ONE! ....... TWO!! ......."

Akiko kicks out. "Yeah..." she grins, just a bit sadistically. "Show me what you can do with this belt... cuz you know.. you've been really soft lately." Akiko dances about just out of Trish's reach as she taunts. "Look at me, Trish Stratus, Extreme Champion... I flit about making softcore porn DVDs for fanboys to whack off too. The most extreme thing I've done is get a tattoo on my coochie so my fans have a target to fantasize about." Akiko dodges a close swipe from Trish as she hops backward then strikes a hands about head ballet pose and with a sick grin, tiptoes out of the door into the hallway.

Trish smiles broadly, biting the tip of her tongue a little bit as she chases Akiko out into the hall, snatching Stitch's empty Mountain Dew can and smashing it into the back of Akiko's head, flattening it! "My pleasure..." She sets Akiko up for a Twist of Fate...

Akiko uses her foot on Trish's leg to counter and reverses into a vertical suplex in the hall. Doubly painful is that as Akiko whipped Trish over, her feet hit the ceiling.

Trish winces and grabs her left foot, whimpering a little...

Akiko straddles Trish and grabs her by the collar, tugging he rup a little as she leans over to face to face. "THIS is what I gave the Extreme title to?! Come ON! Damn, you shoulda just GIVEN it to Fasha and walked out of the ring if this is all your gonna show!"

Trish just smiles at Akiko, and then shoves her nose-first into the glass-casing for the fire extinguisher. "PSYCHE!" Trish yanks Akiko's face out of the shattered glass, and then reaches into the casing to grab the fire extinguisher. She primes it and takes aim at Akiko--!

While this has been going on, they've attracted a crowd.... and Akiko grabs a guy who was in th middle of running papers and pulls him in the way. As he grabs his face, yelling out as he's hit by the CO2, Akiko shoves him out of the way and spears Trish into the wall, causing cracks in the drywall.

Stitch growls at the inadvertent victim of the fire extinguisher. "Grrraaaugh! Yer outta here!" He ejects the poor guy before going back to officiate Trish and Akiko's match.

Trish grabs her back in pain, but grabs a chunk of drywall and crunches it into Akiko's mouth. "Get a little more fiber," she mutters with a grin. "You look a little bound up from all that angst you have to project..."

Akiko coughs and spits. "Fine, you wanna play hard, I'll play hard." She drops back into a kickboxing stance and throws a couple of fast kicks right into Trish's ribs.

Trish doubles over with the kicks, grimacing in pain. She catches Akiko's last kick, however, and spins her around to set up her Stratusfaction Bulldog--

Akiko goes down, but holds onto Akiko's arm which is around her neck and suirms around, biting into it.

Trish cries out, and uses her other elbow to ram into Akiko's forehead, trying to bat her off. "Aaaaahh!"

Akiko is knocked away and stumbles back away from Trish, her head busted open further. She grabs a grip standing nearby and starts screaming. "Cut me Mick!! Cut me!" He chuckles as she grins and grabs a metal pipe. She whacks Trish hard in the back and, hearing the crowd, grins wider. "Aaaah... my public." She bows to Trish's fallen form and jogs past the gorilla position and appears on stage to the pop of the crowd. She holds her hands out with the pipe in one, blowing kisses and grinning, her back to the entrance.

With a growl, Trish snaps to her feet and sprints down the ramp, clotheslining Akiko from behind! The cheers get louder, and a "KYOUKI SHOUJO!" chant starts as Trish and Akiko roll down the ramp, scratching and clawing and hissing... Stitch limps out, ragged character (even though he hasn't been injured at all as their ref).

Akiko yells and fights, gettign a fe knocks in with the pipe she kept a hold of.

Stitch hops into the ring and calls for the bell, "officially" starting the match.

CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Akiko Nakano vs. Trish Stratus (c)

Trish woozily tosses Akiko into the ring, and rolls in after her. She shakes off the effects of the whacks from the pie, and locks up with Akiko. Akiko struggles in an elbow-shoulder tie up and kicks at Trish's gut, setting up a tornado DDT. Trish "Rock-sells" the DDT, but comes back with an equally impressive kippup and a bound to the middle-rope, nailing Akiko for a Whisper in the Wind! She hooks the right leg, and Stitch begins the count!

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"Neega!"

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"Oom-chatta!"

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"Kookey-na----!!!!"

Akiko kicks out and seems to still be playing with Trish as she gets up to her knee, doing a Hulk-up, pumping her arms.

Trish starts laying into her with rights!

Akiko takes the hits and just lets them fuel her. She really is getting pumped up by this, but the ham in Akiko has her acting like Hogan through it all and then goes wide-eyed and points at Trish!

Trish growls and then rears back for a Chick Kick--

Akiko ducks under it and follows up with a couple of armdrags, flinging Trish around the ring. After the third, as Trish is staggering to her feet, Akiko springboards off the middle rope into a Hurricanrana (her Ricochet move). Trish crashes onto the mat, and then rolls out of the ring, reaching under the apron... she emerges with a ladder, which she tosses into the ring.... Akiko, once again has her back to Trish. She's biting the pads off the turnbuckles, making like George Steele. The expression on Trish's face shows she is not much amused by Akiko's antics... as she rams the end of the ladder into the small of Akiko's back! She waits for Akiko to writhe on the mat, and then smirks, setting up the ladder and starting to climb...

Akiko rolls, holding her back in pain. Trish then points to the sky with a Hardyz salute, and leaps off the top of the ladder, legs kicked outward for a Hardyz Leg Drop!!!!

Akiko, on her back, raises her knees. Trish takes the knees in the back of her thighs. At the same time, the impact hurts Akiko as well, leaving them both on the mat. Trish grabs her thighs in pain, and struggles to get up, back turned to Akiko now... Akiko also gets up and kicks Trish in the gut doubleing her over. She then grabs Trish's head in the beginning headlock of the Neo-Sniper and points to the sky, signalling it's over... As Akiko is midway through her Neo Sniper, Trish reaches up and counters! Reversing Akiko's momentum while she's still vertical, Trish slams Akiko's back into the mat with an inverted suplex! Wasting no time, she hauls Akiko to her feet and wraps her arm around Akiko's neck, pointing outward in a Hardy Gunz gesture with her free hand, and shouting at the top of her lungs. The crowd goes wild as Trish lands the Twist of Fate, and then she scampers up to the top of the ladder, nearly toppling it for she is so quick, and signals her Stratus Swanton! She crashes down hard, and then rolls slowly over to pin Akiko! Akiko is out and Stitch calls out a three count, the bell ringing!

Trish struggles to her feet, and accepts her belt from Stitch... looking down at Akiko's fallen form. Without a word, she leans over to help Akiko to her feet.

AKiko staggers up and looks at Trish. She sighs and begrudgingly raises Trish's arm and then turns to leave.

Trish, however, hasn't let go of Akiko's arm. She tugs slightly, indicating to Akiko that maybe she should stick around...

AKiko raises an eyebrow and sighs, standing there.

Trish then glares at Akiko... an obvious act, as it melts away when Trish glomps her! She raises Akiko's arm, and the crowd gives a standing ovation for their performance in the ring. Trish then whispers into Stitch's ear after she looses Akiko from the hug, and the blue-furred experiment skips out of the ring and searches under the apron.

Akiko is pretty surprised and gives Trish a questioning look.

Stitch returns from under the ring and hands Trish a plastic baggie, from which she removes a slender piece of shiny gold. Stitch then takes a screwdriver (also retrieved from the apron) and begins working on the faceplate of the Extreme Title belt. When he's finished, he hands Trish the screwdriver, and she then fastens the new nameplate onto the shield... Then, she gets to her knees and bows low, like a samurai paying respect to his shogun... She presents the belt to Akiko, complete with Akiko's nameplate affixed...

Akiko blinks, kinda surprised at this. She looks to the crowd, as if to ask their opinion, but then waves her hand like 'Eh, I'll do what I want.' and then takes the belt. She then yanks Trish up and gives her a hug.

Trish smiles broadly and returns the hug before raising Akiko's arm and giving her props to the cheers of the crowd, and they exit the ring together, helping each other to the back as the show ends...

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