Live from the Spokane Arena in Spokane, WA, it's Wednesday Night Mayhem!!

Suddenly, "Rise" by the Cult cues up! The fans all turn to see who comes out... and it's Blink! The immediately cheer the new EAW champion as she carries the gold belt on her shoulder, clad in blue jean cut-offs, Dr. Martens, a T-shirt that reads "Hello. I don't care. Thank you." on the chest, and a black leather jacket with a red "X" painted on the back; most noticable, though, is the stylized green and magenta knee brace on her right leg. Nonetheless, she smiles at her fans, waving to them all as she heads to ringside, climbing inside, then climbing a turnbuckle and raising her arms up, title in the air.

Megan: Well, it seems before our first match we're about to be graced with the presence of our brand new EAW World Champion, Blink!

Flyboy: You know...the thought that she kicked Trip's ass is making me feel REALLY good right about now.

Blink then jumps down, scoops up a mic, and looks to the crowd.

"First up.. I got just one thing to say, and that's to all the cri! tics who said I wouldn't make it this far... to everyone who believed that all my hopes, dreams, and my promise didn't mount up to jack. Well... I got one thing to say to them all." She holds the title up in the air. "Believe."

And the fans cheer wildly.

Flyboy: Not THAT crap again!

Megan: Whether or not you believe it is "crap," Blink believes strongly. Everyone counted her out, but she overcame the odds to become champion.

"Now that I got the title, I'm going to be the best damn champion this company's ever seen!" she continues. "And I'm gonna start off my title reign by defending it against Sonnette... my mother-in-law..." the fans cheer her name as loudly as Blink's. "I'm giving you this shot 'cause you deserve it, Sonnette... you got screwed out of the title and I'm here to right the wrong Triple H did to you. But do not expect me to lay down and let you pin me. As my former idol would say, EH-EH!! That ain't gonna happen! I am going to fight, tooth and nail, p! unch and kick to keep this title around my waist. 'Cause in the end... the saying goes, winning it's easy. Keeping it's the hard part. And I'm gonna do my damnest to carry this title all the way to UnHoly Wars... Rattler's top on my list. He's got the PWF title... a title I once held back there, too. And y'know what I got planned? Nothing more than to win the PWF title and become both PWF and EAW World champs! And I'll bring a lot of the honor and the prestige and the glory it takes to be both!!"

"Primal Concrete Sledge" by Pantera cues up over the PA system...

Flyboy: Well...it was going well...

Megan: The FORMER World Champion's theme playing, and it looks like we're going to hear from him as well.

"The Decadent" Hunter Hearst Helmsley shoves his way through a few crew members to step out onto the stage, not stopping at all to pose. No Flair, no Hera, just him and him along. He's in jeans and a one of his (EAW) T-shirts, and ignores the crowd's boos as he gets on! the apron, and nearly rips the top rope from the ringpost as he swings himself inside.

Hunter demands, and recieves, a microphone from the ring announcer, then signals for his theme to be cut off. "And now...the other side of the story. Blink...congratulations...you won my belt. I stand here tonight...in this ring, in this town...and care to guess what I see?"

"No, but I have a feeling you'll tell me," Blink answers, keeping the belt over her shoulder as she keeps her arms crossed, but she keeps her muscles tensed, just in case...

"You're a fast learner..." Hunter pauses.

Megan: Hunter's a great wrestler...but as a human being...Plllllb.

"I have 20/20 vision...and I don't know if yours is better than that...and that's one of the benefits of being a mutant, besides large, tear-dropped shaped, gravity-defying breasts...but..." Hunter begins, and the crowd laughs a bit from that, but he goes on, "I see...a typical city we tour in. A typical arena...filled with jus! t the typical kind of fair-weather fans. The kind that watch us...and WISH they were us. I see the ring we made ourselves famous in. And I see a medium-sized, purple girl with a belt that looks a bit big for her...almost like she's playing dress-up. I see a newly-crowned champion...SUCKING UP...to fans...SUCKING UP...to the former, former champion. And I see a champion...who can't even make up her damn mind on an entrance theme...."

Blink smiles a bit at that, and his extended pause seems to signal him turning the floor over to her.

"I see that as growing up..." Blink says with a smile. "Kid Rock, Fluke, P.O.D. are all cool, but I can't say no to the Cult when they offer me to let me use their song. Besides. 'It Just Feels Right' was costly to use..." Blink places a hand on her hip. "But what's the real deal why you're here, Hunter? Last week you played croquet with my knee and I'm wearing the results. So what's up?"

"Well...about that very same match. Now...got to admit we had some fun there...had a rough, long, hard match. I even got to cop a feel a few times," Hunter remarks.

"Yeah, you enjoyed it... but it still don't change the fact that you nearly crippled me," Blink replies. "Now get to the damn point."

"First of all...to correct you: you think you're going to win the PWF title off of Rattler? Sure...since you moved up...from PWF to here...you got better. You moved UP to the EAW standard. However, that's assuming that fatheaded, inbred, trailor park dwelling son of a bitch is STUPID enough to accept a title vs. title stipulation. As of now, that match ISN'T title vs. title. It's just champion vs. champion."

"That's the point, Trip..." Blink explains. "I've burned my bridges with the PWF, but I still want to challenge the Rattle for the title, just to up the stakes and show everyone I can do it. It's as simple as that. After all, if you think about it... you'd do the sa! me thing." Blink smirks.

"What have I told Sonnette and you about taking a gamble where what you have to gain is less than what you have to lose? The EAW Title...that means a hell of a lot, and is the most important title in this industry. The PWF Title? Really...don't tell me you believe for one moment that it is AT LEAST as worthy as the EAW Title...because it isn't. However...if you put that title on the line, it would just take a few moments for one of the sundry PWF scumbags to hit you with a move or an object, and another 3 seconds for us to lose that title...hell...if I worked for them, I would do THAT probably...but I'm here, so I don't want to see that happen."

"As far as I'm concerned, the PWF World title is just as much worth as the EAW title," retorts Blink. "Just like the WCW World Title and the WWF World Title... even the ECW World Title. I've won the PWF title already. Who's to say I can't do it again, even now when I got more experience under my belt? ! I say I can do it. And does everyone here agree or what?!" The fans roar with approval.

"Yeah...WCW Title equal to the WWF Title...maybe five years ago," Hunter snaps back, rolling his eyes.

"It all depends on who's holding the title," Blink says calmly. "Rattler's a great champion back in the PWF. But then so was I. And I intend on being that great again. Of course first I have to challenge Sonnette first. And you, of course. And anyone else who thinks they got what it takes to challenge me."

"Well...the WCW title went in the toilet once the title lineage went from Flair...to Hogan...to Giant...Goldberg...Nash...somewhere in there Bret Hart had it...but back to Hogan a few times...DDP was never worthy of the belt...Jarrett and Booker made decent champions...but somewhere in there...DAVID ARQUETTE had it, and Vince Russo. There's hardly any more you can do to piss on a legacy than that. However...if that title is lost to the Rattler, we'd have to go into enemy territo! ry to reclaim it. You're planning on making a HUGE gamble. You'd do well to listen to me," Hunter answers her, making it clear his "suggestions" are basically demands.

"You know me, Hunter..." Blink says. "Have I ever given up in my wrestling career? Tapped out, fell without fighting from a finisher?" Blink shakes her head. "I know what I'm doing, Hunter. Rattler and anyone else? They'll have to outright kill me to take this title from me. And yeah, that includes you. When I say I plan on being the best damn champ anyone's ever seen I mean it. One. Hundred. Percent serious. Now what do you got to say about that?"

"I'll just have to hope that someone a little wiser holds the title by the time August 26 rolls around...or...personally see to it that it never leaves this company," Hunter answers her, coldly.

"No worries there, Trip..." Blink says just as cold, stepping up face-to-face with him, though she has to look up. "The EAW title will NEVER leave EAW ground. That is a promise."

"If it does...it'll be your ass, and not for anything fun, either," Hunter stares her down. "I suggest you find out more about Rattler. Find out just what condition he's in...you know, both Flair and I were going to face guys that, in this dimension are crippled or nearly-crippled. Don seems quite healthy...and imagine just what kind of a challenge Rattler will pose if he's every bit as good as the same Rattlesnake that was in the WWF BEFORE being dropped on his head by Owen Hart. One before a few neck surgeries, not not being held together just barely...you were, on that night...better. But to keep t! hat title...you have to be better than your opponent...EVERY SINGLE NIGHT!! You gamble with your title...you're gambling with your own well being. So...I'm outta here, and I'll watch you two bitches beat the hell out of each other...and I better see one of you doing that at Unholy Wars, or be there myself....end of discussion," Hunter drops the mic and exits the ring.

Blink waits until Hunter leaves the ring and gets up to the stage before calling out. "Hey, Hunter!" He turns around and looks squarely at Blink as she smiles. "You shouldn't worry. I got everything under control." And with that, she tosses the mic up--

*BLINK!* -- and vanishes as it hits the mat and "Rise" belatedly cues up her departure.

Flyboy: Damn...as much as I hate to admit it, Hunter did have a good point..what if the EAW title is lost...to a PWF guy!?

Megan: Something that would be best not to think about. Tonight, though, we're going to start off with a ! women's match...Sarah Murphy to take on Ivory. Originally scheduled as a Bikini Beach Brawl, but due to some last minute booking changes, will take place here the arena under normal rules...

"She's Actual Size" by They Might Be Giants cues up on the PA...

"The first match, is a women's singles match. Introducing first, from St. Louis, Missouri...she six foot, and weighs one hundred and seventy seven pounds, and is a member of Red Tooth and Claw...Sarah Murphy!!"

Flyboy: Sucks they up and changed the rules for that...I love how pissed off Ivory gets when she has to put on something like that. Like to see her have to put on a thong. She DOES have a great ass, Meg.

Megan: Always one to look for the best in people, aren't you, Fly?

Flyboy: I'll look for the best ON people.

Megan: Anyhow, from what I understand, Sarah isn't in the best of moods either...

Sarah gets inside the ring, not exactly looking as cheerful as she usually is...

The RTC theme cues up, a! nd the crowd boos heavily.

Flyboy: Someone break it to the chick that the RTC is dead...Stevie disbanded it. It's through, finito...DONE..

"And her opponent...she is the SOLE member of the Right to Censor...Ivory!"

Megan: Ivory formerly Stevie's co-conspirator in the RTC...since the dissolvement they've drifted apart. Ivory as adamant as ever for the RTC's cause, but Stevie like a completely different person, yet again. However, it seems to have come at a cost...at least for the time.

Flyboy: Shame...she needs to loosen up a bit. And wear maybe just a LITTLE BIT of makeup.

Megan: Ivory getting in the ring now....and she's had quite a bit of harsh words for Sarah earlier...

"You're Rik's 'host,' right? Heh... You, like every other 'woman' in this trashy association, are a disgrace to even the least respectful ladies, and especially sophisticated women, such as yours truly. I can assure you, even though it's a Bikini Brawl, I'm not going to cut you any sla! ck, Sarah. See, Bikini Brawls are usually women flailing their limbs and pulling their hair while looking like they're having sex, but I'm taking the Brawl part of it literally. Sarah, I'm going to make sure you never want to be seen out of that zoot suit, because, see, I'm going to fight, and fight deadly. You'd better have the medics at ringside, Gokuo. I'm not just ANY woman wrestler, I am the most deadly one in EAW, and I'm going to show why I deserve a title, starting at Mayhem."

Megan: Since then that stipulation lifted but...it seems as if they're engaging in an argument already..

*ding, ding*

Flyboy: We could see a...wait for it....CATFIIIIIIIGHT!! Come on!! FIGHT FIGHT!!

*scccccccccccreeeeeeeeeeeeeetch!!*

Flyboy: AHHHHH!!!

Megan: What the hell?

The EAW-tron is scrambled with blue waves, then Sarah's face appears on the screen!

Sarah (! over the PA): How DARE YOU!!! Ivory....someone needs to snap you back into reality. If I went all out, you couldn't even TOUCH me...let HURT ME!

Sarah's body is surrounded in a blue force field, and she blasts a psionic blast at the mat...Ivory jumps to avoid it, and starts to run away...Sarah blasts in front of her..then behind her! Ivory charges for Sarah, but she hits Ivory with it (!!?). Ivory collapses onto the mat with her clothing visibly and partially disintegrated.

Flyboy: What in the HELL was that?!

*ding, ding*

Megan: I think Sarah's snapped...as she's just gotten herself DQed for using her AAA powers...and..she's not charging up again, is she?!

Flyboy: Oh sh*******t!!

Megan: There's Rik! Teleporting in from behind! Grabbing Sarah now...

Flyboy: Crap...good..she's GONE...

Megan: Apparently Sarah's just completely lost it...and Ivory pulling herself up...she looks only stunned...but what might have happened if something more happened...?Flyboy: Ivory...Cajun style?

Megan: Well...I shudder to think of that. We're going to take a commercial break...

**Commmercial Break**

"Last Resort cues up as the EAW Extreme Champion, Test, comes out to the ring, minus his usual female entourage.

Megan: Wow! What an ovation for the EAW Extreme champion here tonight, Flyboy!

FB: Damn straight, Megan! Test may not have broken into the big time back in the WWF, but he sure has hell has paid his dues here in the EAW!

Announcer Gary Michael Cappetta: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EAW Extreme Championship! Introducing first, the champion! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 285 pounds... Test!!

Test climbs over the top rope, then turns around just as Fear Factory's "Digimortal" cues up. Floating down from the rafters, arms crossed and dressed as trendy as ever, is Eighteen!

Megan: Wow! What an entrance by the challenger! Despite the revelations revealed to her that she's not REALLY an android she seems to be ready to fight tonight!

FB: Which means our only android competitor is STILL Carin Peacecraft! HA! Take that, Eighteen!

Cappetta: And introducing the challenger! From the Red Ribbon Army, weighing in at 120 pounds... EIGHTEEN!!

Eighteen touches down to the stage, looking to the cheering fans... she smirks, then turns around towards the stage, grabbing an iron pipe from the support beams...

Megan: O_O!! She just ripped that pipe from the stage like it was tissue paper!! How... how strong IS she?!

FB: I don't know, but she's heading to the ring now! She's twirling that pipe around like it was a baton or something! Test looks like he's getting prepared! He's got a steel chair!! Eighteen rushes into the ring!

Megan: AND REFEREE CHARLES ROBINSON HAS RUNG THE BELL!! THIS MATCH IS ON!!

Megan: Eighteen charges in, but Test... wow, he's stopped her by ramming that steel chair into her throat! Multiple swings are staggering her!

FB: Remember when Eighteen would've just shrugged off chair shots like they were mosquito bites?! Maybe she HAS powered down!

Megan: WAIT!! EIGHTEEN BLOCKED A CHAIRSHOT!! BEARHUG FRONT SLAM!! PIN! ONE! No, just a one count! Test manages to get up... EIGHTEEN CLOTHESLINES-- NO! TEST WITH THE RUNNING NECKBREAKER!! But Eighteen manages to get up from it! SIDE KICK FROM THE DIGIMORTAL!! Climbing up the top... MOONSAULT!! CONNECTS!! Eighteen now climbs out of the ring, she seems to be looking for something... wait, Test's recovered! He's climbing out of the ring, too! Eighteen's got a 2x4!! And she's starting to club Test with it! My God, she's getting pretty vicious here!!

FB: She's a killing machine, what'd you expect?

Megan: TEST SIDE-STEPS!! SIDE SLAM TO THE OUTSIDE!! And a stomp to the gut to keep her down!! ELBOW DROP!! NO, EIGHTEEN MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!! GRAB FROM BEHIND!! PRESS SLAM... OHH!! RIGHT INTO THE SECURITY RAILING!!! AND THE COVER! ONE! TWO! But somehow Test kicks out!! Eighteen gets Test up... OH, PUNCH BY TEST!! PUNCH BY EIGHTEEN!! THEY'RE TRADING PUNCHES LEFT AND RIGHT!! THEY'RE HEADING UP THE AISLE!! RIGHT ONTO THE BACKSTAGE!

FB: WHOO!! Yeah! It's a SLOBBERKNOCKER, MEGAN! BUSINESS IS PICKIN' UP TONIGHT!!

Megan: *giggle* OH! ANOTHER SIDE SLAM BY TEST! THIS TIME INTO THE METAL FLOOR OF THE STAGE! AHH! EIGHTEEN SHOOTS RIGHT BACK UP!! JIUJITSU THROW WITH AUTHORITY!!! EIGHTEEN MOUNTS TEST AND STARTS PUNCHING AWAY NOW!

FB: Test probably wishes Eighteen did something other than punch him in that position. *snicker*

Megan: Please Flyboy, don't you turn Lilith on me... Eighteen gets Test up... AND THERE'S THE TAE-KWON DO KICK COMBO! Test shakes it off... OH, GRAB BY TEST!! AND HE IRISH WHIPS HER INTO THE BACKSTAGE!!! THEY'RE IN THE LOBBY NOW!! Eighteen side-steps Test's Big Boot! She... oh, wow! She punches through the glass to a fire extinguisher! She's got a weapon in that blunt object now! And-- OHHH!!! SHE THROWS IT AT TEST!! RIGHT IN HIS HEAD!!

FB: You better believe HE'S BUSTED WIDE OPEN!!!

Megan: COVER! ONE! TWO! THR-- NO!! TEST SOMEHOW gets a shoulder up!! Eighteen's getting a little preturbed by Test's resiliancy! She picks him up... NO!! WAIT! PUMPHANDLE DROP BY TEST FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!!! Eighteen's slowly managing to get up... Test gets her back up... looks like he's going to powerbomb her!! NO! BACK DROP BY EIGHTEEN!! She's staggering to an elevator now! Where's she going?

FB: Beats me...

Megan: The doors open up... OHH, AND TEST LAYS IN THE BIG BOOT AND KNOCKS EIGHTEEN IN!! HE COVERS!! ONE! TWO! Thr-- ... the doors just closed. =/

FB: Who won?! Did Eighteen kick out?! Okay, that was just... well, weird!

Megan: Wait, we got word that Test and Eighteen are in the Basement now!! Eighteen kicked out!! THE MATCH CONTINUES!! Eighteen charges in! DUCKS A CLOTHESLINE FROM TEST!! FACECRUSHER BY EIGHTEEN!! OW! Test is a bloody mess here!!

FB: Proverbial crimson mask! Wow!

Megan: Eighteen gets Test up! SIDE KICK-- NO, INTERCEPTED BY TEST!! AND AN IRISH WHIP THROUGH THE DOORS!! THEY'RE NOW IN THE PARKING LOT!!!

FB: They better not mess up my car. >=/

Megan: Eighteen whips Test into a pillar! Charges in... SLEEPER WITH SCISSORS!! Robinson checks to see if Test wants to submit! But he's not giving in! He-- OH NO!!!!

FB: IT'S RYOKAMI!! ... HE JUST GOT OUT OF MY CAR!! WHAT THE F*bleep!*K?!!

Megan: Eighteen sees Ryokami and lets go of Test... OH, BUT RYOKAMI LAYS IN A CLOTHESLINE TO HER!!! Picks her up... AND TENKA SAISHUU!! Er, right onto the hood of your car, Flyboy. Sorry. ^^;

FB: ARGH!! THAT SKULL-FACED SUNNUVABITCH!!!

Megan: Oh, he's not done, though! He's got a cinderblock!!! He's going towards Test!! NO! STOP HIM!! NNOOO!!!

FB: RIGHT INTO TEST'S CHEST!!!! OOH, MAN!!! There goes a rib or two!

Megan: There's no rhyme or reason to Ryokami's attacks!! He's psychotic!! He's got to be stopped!!! And the worst part is... THIS MATCH IS STILL CONTINUING!!! THIS WAS ALL LEGAL!!!

FB: Wait! Eighteen's got up!! She looks like hell, but she's up!

Megan: AND THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THR-- NO!!!!

FB: WHAT THE--?!

Megan: TEST SOMEHOW GOT A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE NANOSECOND!! EIGHTEEN CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!

FB: She can't believe it?! Hell, NO ONE CAN BELIEVE IT!! After that cinderblock was thrown right into Test's chest?! Yeesh!

Megan: Eighteen's got Test up... she's signalling for the TSF! AND-- NO!, BLOCKED!! TEST WITH THE T-BOMB!! INCREDIBLE!! But he's not covering, he... he's going towards that semi-truck?! Wait... he couldn't possibly...

FB: I think he is, Megan!

Megan: Test has started the truck up! Eighteen's up!! OH, NO!! HE'S GUNNING THE ENGINE!! AND-- OHHHH MY GAAAWWWD!!!!!! HE JUST RAN EIGHTEEN OVER!!! SHE'S PINNED TO THE WALL BY THE GRILL OF THE SEMI! AND IT COUNTS! ROBINSON COUNTS, ONE! TWO! THREE!!! And it's over... oh, thank God it's over!

FB: ... Okay, that was too cool. Let's see ECW pull THAT crap off! ^_^

Winner And Still EAW Extreme Champion: Test

Megan: Well, Test has always said it was a compliment to be compared to Kevin Nash... and he WAS called Deisel... hehe... I know, bad anology.

FB: Very bad.

Megan: Test has left the semi and staggers away with a victory, with a little help from that psycho Ryokami! But-- oh... OHH!!!!! O_O!!!

FB: EIGHTEEN'S... GEEZ!! SHE JUST PUSHED THE SEMI OFF OF HER!! IT LITERALLY JACKKNIFED!!!

Megan: My God!!! Eighteen's back up to full power now that the match is over! Her clothes don't look too good, but she looks as fit as ever! And she looks outright ticked!!

FB: At least she's walkin' away... she ain't Extreme champ, but at least she ain't gonna take out her mad while in Supergirl mode, there.

Megan: We still have plenty of show tonight! Don't go away!

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And now, a musical interlude ^_^

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"Gonna Fly Now" by Maynard Ferguson cues up as we come back from break...

"The following match up, scheduled for one fall, is for the EAW People's Championship! Introducing first...the, challenger, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania from an alternate dimension, he stands 6'2" and weights in at 220 lbs.--PWF's Kirk...Angel!!"

Angel makes his way out to boos, but acts as if the whole crowd is cheering him.

Megan: Welcome back fans for...seems hard to be saying this, but the very first time an EAW has been put on the line against a PWF employee.

Flyboy: Yup...and your Olympic Hero and mine, Kirk Angel, is going for the gold against Michael Connelly. The guy's an asshole, but he can appreciate a good glass of milk.

Megan: No one ever criticized him for lack of confidence. As far as Angel's concerned, he is THE star in PWF, and has goaded Connelly into putting up his People's Championship.

Angel climbs inside the ring, doing one of his pre-match celebrations.

! FB: You've got to admire that intensity!

Megan: Must we? I'm having a hard enough time keeping my stomach calm as it is.

"There's a Fire in the House" by Steve Vai cues up, and a (relieved) crowd pops huge for the champion's theme.

"And the champion...from Mars, Pennsylvania, he stands 6'2" and weighs in at 235 lbs. He is the EAW People's Champion...'Code Red' Michael Connelly!"

FB: Go, Mikey, GO!! Whip some PWF ass!!

Megan: Michael and Black Widow recently have officially put their plans to have a child on hold...although they've decided they do indeed want one

Connelly quickly walks down the ramp, and dives into the ring as the bell rings.

Flyboy: Take a look...what you see in the ring is a momentous occasion.

Megan: The first EAW vs. PWF title match?

Flyboy: Well...that and Mikey and Kirk both have their mouths shut.Megan: Collar and elbow in the center of the ring...into the Greco-Roman knucklelock. Connelly using his strength advantage...kick to the midsection by Angel! Armdrags the champion over! Connelly up...Kirk going for a suplex...not quite, Connelly landing behind..turns him around...Angel into the ropes...!

Flyboy: Greco-Roman Spinning Heel Kick!!

Megan: Thank you for that classic Heenanism, Fly. Connelly pulls Angel to his feet...side headlock applied. Going for a bulldo--backdrop by Angel counters it! Angel and Connelly up...rights exchanged...knee to the midsection from Angel. Hard elbow shot...and a vertical suplex! Cover!

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FB: Ya gotta be kidding me...

Megan: Angel pulls him up...sends Connelly to the corner--catches himself with the ropes...second rope moonsault attack on Angle!

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Very athletic move by Connelly!

Flyboy: That's what you gotta do...these PWFers won't get a clue until you SHO! W them up.

Megan: Kirk Angel a very accomplished athlete in his own right..and VERY fast...Connelly pulls him to his feet...Russian Leg Sweep...Angel blocks...hard elbow shot...going for an abdominal stretch...Connelly attempting to block it--arm drags Angel over!! Angel up...ducks a high roundhouse from Connelly...waistlock--GERMAN SUPLEX!! WITH THE BRIDGE!!

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No, Connelly kicks out of that one. Angel pulls him up now...takes him over with a fireman's carry. Into an armbar...Connelly up..fighting it...reverses into a hammerlock...Angel runs into the ropes...spins around--hits Connelly with a clothesline...off the ropes...SWINGING NECKBREAKER!!

Flyboy: That's something you don't see from Angel very often.

Megan: Angel up...setting up Connelly in the corner now...laying in some stomps..setting him up for another suplex...wait, Connelly blocks...spins around--BELLY TO BELLY of his own!! Angel shocked...getting up now...crescent! kicks by Connelly...a spinning back kick! High roundhouse...Angel floored by that one...Connelly in control now...off the ropes...rolling senton onto the chest on Angel! And a cover!

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Shoulder up!

Flyboy: Pffft...go for a top rope one next time!

Megan: Not exactly Connelly's style, but I know he's capable of one...Heading out to the apron now...Angel stunned as he gets up to his feet--CONNELLY COMET connects! Cover!

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Flyboy: Damn...Kirk can take a lot. I guess that's the only way his talking sh*t can be justified.

Megan: Well, he can back it up, as I believe you are trying to say. Connelly pulls up Kirk...Irish Whip towards the corner...Kirk reverses...Connelly hits the corner! Angel going in--Connelly get the feet--NO, Kirk catches!! Yanks him out of the corner by his feet!! And Kirk stomping away on him now...pulls him up. Northern Lights Suplex coming up! --BLOCKED...DDT by Connelly counters!! Connelly shaking off Angel's offensive flurry, and pulls him up...hard..STIFF kicks across the midsection...and a waistlock...setting him up for the Crimson Tide--Angel counters with a Diamond Cutter variation! Angel up...Angel going to catapult Connelly into the corner!! Goes for--slips free! Angel bounces into the corner and--hits his head onto the top of the ringpost and--FALLS INTO THE HEADBUTT...to...OUCH...

Flyboy: NOOOOO...Poor Mikey. Only Oseiko is allowed to get that close to his naughty bits, Kirk!!

Megan: Inadvertent headbutt to the groin area...but intentional or not, Connelly feeling the pain from that one.

Flyboy: Well, good thing they DID decide to put off the baby thing...because it won't be happening anytime soon...

Megan: Angel and Connelly both down...the referre making the count...

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Megan: Connelly rolling over and getting up now...Angel pushing his way up...they'! re slugging it on on their knees, here, now!! Can you BELIEVE this? Now--Angel with a thumb to the eye...and gets up to his feet...pulls up Connelly...Connelly whipped to the ropes...BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX by Angel!! Now..he's...GOING FOR THE ANKLELOCK!!!

Flyboy: SH*T!!!

Megan: Angel has it on...you can see the pain on Connelly's face...but I think he has too much pride to give up to this...Connelly's hardly EVER submitted in his life...he's reaching out for those ropes..Angel locking it on tight--HE GETS THE ROPE!!

Flyboy: You damn well BETTER, Mikey...because I'll be REALLY pissed off at you if you lose...

Megan: Angel pulls him up to his feet...Inverted Atomic Drop!! And another set up...snap suplex again by Angel! Pulls him up...Double Underhook suplex!! And a cover!

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NO, shoulder up!!

Flyboy: Come on, Mikey! Do it for me! Do it for the EAW! Do it for the cute Asian poon waiting at home for you!

Megan:! Angel setting him up now--but Michael breaks free! Hooks Angel!! T-BONE SUPLEX!! Angel getting a taste of his own medicine there...and Michael sending him to the corner!! Multiple clothesline!! Against the ropes now...Michael bouncing off the near ropes...leap frog...building momentum for the Immaculate Perplexion and--CONNELLY SPEARS THE REFEREE!! That coward Angel pulled Mike Chioda into the path of the spear!!

Flyboy: Cowardly and cheap even, but smart.

Megan: Angel up...slugfest again...Angel with--kick-DDT combo! Now heading to the outside...he's taking the EAW People's Title!! Getting back into the ring now...Connelly dazed and..

Flyboy: Stay down!! Stay down!!

Megan: Angel now--Connelly ducks the belt shot, kicks Angel into the midsection...scoop slam!! Connelly up top...could be that Mutasault of his..and--Angel playing possum!! LOW BLOW!! LOW BLOW from Angel!! Setting him up now...and..OLYMPIC SLAM ONTO THE PEOPLE'S TITLE!! ANGEL HOOKS THE ! LEG!!

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Flyboy: F*******CK!!! F*CK!! F*CK!! F*CK!!!

Megan: Angel steals a victory over Connelly...and...

"Gonna Fly Now" plays again...

"The winner of this match up...and NEW EAW People's Champion...Kirk Angel."

Megan: What!? No..NO...Kirk has won this match, but without a hint of his so-called "Integrity." He positioned that Olympic Slam so that he'd drop Connelly's head right on the title belt.

Flyboy: Hell..I've cheated almost as bad as that before...almost.

Megan: This is a disgrace...and Angel jumping around holding up his newly won title...

"WHOOO!!"

Flyboy: Grrr...

Megan: We need to take a short commercial break..but we'll be back...

**Commercial Break**

We come back from break, to see Triple H in the back, watching a replay of Kirk Angel's victory celebration.

HHH: Well...it appears that I was right again. In this case, I hate being right. Well...there you go, Blink.! Irrefutable proof that the PWF members are cheaters, and out to take our titles. If you make it to Unholy Wars with that title, Rattler will do everything he can to take that title. So...what do I do in the meantime? Sit around, and wait for a title shot?

He shakes his head.

HHH: No f***ing way. You see...I'm not letting this sh*t happen. In fact...I want a match next show, whichever one that may be. I'm putting out an OPEN CHALLENGE to ANY PWF WRESTLER that's feeling froggy, come out and dare piss in my pool. This is the EAW, and though I give a f*** less about the fans and even less of a f*** about its wrestlers, I got a problem with people encroaching on my territory. Any of you...Ryan Hardley? Love to kick your ass. That old bastard Bulk Togan? Yeah, I could use a laugh--it really doesn't matter. Just that SOMEONE over there is going to pay the price. Put all your nuts together and you might find someone with a big enough pair to face me. And I don't wa! nt to have to tell you "I told you so" again.

Megan: Strong words from Triple H...but...we could see him wrestle one of PWF's finest on the next televised show!

Fly: I'd love to see that. Anyhow, now it's time for the Tag Team Title match.. but before we get to the match.. Megan, how about you put my title belt around your shoulder?

Megan: ...

Flyboy: Is that a 'yes' or a 'no'?

Megan: Someone please, let's get this match off!

"Smooth Criminal" by Alien Ant Farm cues up as the EAW Tag Team Champions, Dave Star and Tommy Zen, make their way down the ring to a chorus of boos.

Flyboy: Well, you know that any team or person that comes out to the theme of MTV/WWF's Tough Enough, they must suck.

Megan: *snickers*

The Experimentals roll into the ring as the sounds of nothingness brings out Stevie Richards to a little pop from the crowd, some still holding grudges against the former RTC-leader. Stevie rushes into the ring without waiting for Blue Boy, kicking off the match early.

*ding, ding, ding! *

Megan: Stevie has started this thing wihout waiting for his partner, and Tommy goes for a clothesline on Stevie, ducked--DDT on Tommy! Dave Star going for a hurricanarana, but Stevie counters with a powerbomb! Elbow drop to Star, but Star moves, and Tommy plants a lighting quick legdrop across the throat of Stevie! Tommy grabs a leg of Stevie, and Dave grabs one also.. WISHBONE SPLIT!

Flyboy: Shades of the famous, "I Will *bleep*ing Destroy Your Testicles" made by Sonnette to Lance Storm!

Megan: The Experimentals whip Stevie to the ropes.. and a double flapjack!

Flyboy: Wait, where is Jason and Christine?

Megan: I don't know, Fly--but right now Stevie could be getting set-up for the Edge of Extremity-- as Tommy is on the apron.. Dave is holding Stevie down--

"Full Nelson" by Limp Bizkit cues up, making the crowd pop big, as the Blue Boy comes running in without Jasmine, and hops on the apron, and performs a swinging head takedown off of the apron on Tommy!!!

Megan: Stevie with a mulekick behind the ref's back, and kneelift to Dave! Blue Boy and Stevie pick Dave up and a double DDT! Stevie goes to the apron, and now's it's Dave and Blue Boy to offically start to thing off. Blue Boy with a whip to the corner on Dave, and a hellacious clothesline from Blue Boy! Dave whipped to the opposite corner, Blue Boy rushes in-- and catches a boot to the face! Star hops on the second rope.. and meets Blue Boy with a diving clothesline! Pin! . . . . One! . . . . NOT EVEN A ONE COUNT!

Megan: Dave has a sleeper hold locked in.. and Blue Boy is going down. Blue Boy is all the way down-- and the ref is checking to make sure if Blue Boy is concious or not. Dave quickly lets go of the sleeper, leg drop, and the sleeper again. Stevie trying to get the crowd into it.. and Blue Boy gets to a knee.. and puts some elbows into Dave's midsection! Dave breaks the hold, Blue Boy fires off the rope-- caught with a BODY PRESS NECKBREAKER COMBO! Pin! . . . . One! . . . . Two! . . . . No!

Flyboy: Fat guy with the blue hair kicked out!

Megan: He's lost a lot of weight since his days of WWF--the brief stint that it was.

Flyboy: Hey, if the guy's still bigger than me, he's considered fat to me.

Megan: ... Right. Anyhow, Dave has Blue Boy set up in a Fireman's Carry.. OMEGA WAVE!!

Flyboy: Pin him, you *bleep*ing idiot!

Megan: But, he's not.. he tags in Tommy Zen! Tommy on the apron.. THE EDGE OF EXTREMITY!!

Flyboy: But, Blue Boy rolled out of the way! And, he's trying to tag in Stevie!

Megan: He's almost there.. by Tommy grabs a leg! Tommy whips Blue Boy around, clothesline, ducked! Blue Boy with a kick to the breadbasket, and a quick piledriver! And, now.. YES! The tag to Stevie!

Flyboy: Experimentals are in deep shit, now.

Megan: Right hands to everyone who's on the opposite team from Stevie! Wait, from behind a neckbreaker from Tommy! And, Star and Zen whip Stevie to the ropes.. DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Star rolls out of the ring! , and Blue Boy is pursuit! Blue Boy and Star are brawling on the outside, but now in the inside of the ring.. Stevie is set on the top rope by Tommy! Tommy goes to the top with Stevie, SUPER HURRICANARANA-- Stevie held onto the ropes!! Tommy fell and a ELBOW DROP FROM THE TOP FROM STEVIE!! Cover! . . . . One! . . . . Two! . . . . ZEN KICKS OUT!

Megan: WAIT! Star just cracked a steel chair into Blue Boy's skull! The ref is watching the action on the inside, though! Stevie picks up Tommy-- STEVIE KICK!! STEVIE KICK!! Pin! . . . . One! . . . . Two! . . . . THR--

CHAIRSHOT TO THE BACK OF STEVIE! It's Rash...and...the BIG SHOW?!!

Winners by DQ >>> Stevie Richards and The Blue Boy

Flyboy: I could understand Rash, but what's that big sonnuvabitch doing here?

Megan: I don't think this thing is over.. Stevie gets up, and a chairshot across the head! Show setting Blue Boy--CHOKESLAM onto that STEEL CHAIR!!

Flyboy: SH*T!

Megan: It seems that Rash has an accomplice...and the Experimentals escape with their tag titles...we'll be back after this break with our main event!

**Commercial Break**

Megan: Welcome back fans...and we need to take you immediately to the back where our cameras are still rolling...Stevie and Blue Boy jumped Rash and the Big Show!

DURING THE BREAK footage is then shown of Rash and Blue Boy toe to toe and Stevie battling the Big Show...but then Eighteen emerges on the scene, jumping the Big Show and hammering away on him. Stevie goes to help Rash as Eighteen seems to be taking care of Big Show quite easily, but Show knees her then hoists her up for a chokeslam--ONTO A CAR HOOD!!!

Megan: DAMN!!! DAMN!!! That's the second vehicle tonight that Eighteen has destroyed with her body.

Flyboy: They just DON'T make androids like that anymore...

But before Rash and ! Show could do anything to Richards, smoke starts to rise from the ground. Suddenly, a blue flame ring circles around the two, trapping them. Then, out comes...

"Great...Bluedust is here. He knows that I can't stand fire." Rash growls.

"I'm not exactly fireproof, either." Show replies.

Angelina then appears, Eighteen starts to hand Rash and Show their asses, and produces a small gun...when show binds Rash and Show together back to back...

Megan: That was before the break...we go live to where the pair is being questioned...

"You know this is all your fault, right?" Rash says to Show.

"Uh-Uh, you're taking the fall for this one." Show responds back.

"No way, this is your fault."

"No, it's your fault"

"Your fault."

"Your fault."

"Both of you just SHUT UP!" Angelina orders, looking to be on the verge of a migraine.

"Alright, lady...sheesh." Rash winces.

"Alright...now we want answers...WHY have you been after me?" Stevie asks.

"You wanna know why?" Rash sasses, "You WANNA KNOW WHY?! Because our boss wants the living Shiz beaten outta ya."

"B..." Stevie thinks...trying to figure out who it could really be.

"Okay....B's your boss...but WHO is he..and why does he want that?" Angelina asks.

"Show...should we tell 'em, or not?" Rash whispers to Show.

"I think we better play half and half on this." Show whispers back.

"You're not getting B's idenity. No way in hell." Rash says as Show shakes his head in disbelief.

"Ok, now you're starting to make me sick." Rash spews.

"I didn't want to come down to this, but it's the only way." Bluedust gradually raises his hands as the blue flames appear once more.

"TALK!" Stevie demands again.

"NEVER!" Rash firmly responds.

"Hmph. Stubborn, aren't they?" Eighteen responds non-plussedly.

"THAT'S IT!" Bluedust angerly raises the flames as they get near Rash and Show.

"Alright, alright, we'll talk, WE'LL TALK!" Rash pleas, "JUST GET RID OF THE FRIGGIN' FLAMES." Bluedust does as asked as the flames ! then vanish.

"Okay...I'll repeat the questions: who is B and why does he want to put a hit on Stevie?" Angelina asks calmly.

"Ok, but I'll give you a hint. After hearing this, it's kinda obvious: Let's just say that Nova's friends aren't the only ones Stevie has pissed off."

The symbiote slaps his hand on his forehead in aggrivation, "Think about it, who else, other than his friends, would want payback for hurting one of their own?"

"One of their own? Are we still speaking about Nova? Because I'm still a bit confused. ANYONE else you think it could be, Stevie?" Angelina double checks.

Stevie shakes his head, "No clue...besides, I asked everyone to forgive me for it."

How clueless can they get..." Rash grumbles to Show.

"Just tell them, Rash. It's not worth being burned."

"No way, dude. They'll have to guess to find out." Rash turns his attention back at Angelina and Stevie, "Ok, one last hint. It's a form of a song. If you don't get this one, you're all a bunch of idiots."

"A song..." Eighteen shrugs. "This is pointless. I have other things to deal with anyhow. I'll find out more when I watch this on television..." and with that, Eighteen walks off with a soft sigh.

"Well, damnit...I haven't the slightest clue who'd be out to get me...you sure as hell aren't helping...does it have ANYTHING to do with Nova?" Stevie asks.

"YES IT DOES. OK, HERE'S THE HINT..." Rash clears his throat as he gets into his best singing voice...

"We are family...I got all my sisters and me...We are family...Get up, everybody, SING. There, that should be easy for ya. There's a key word in the song that has something to with all of this."

"Well...obviously one of Nova's family members...but...why would one of them..?" Angelina begins to ask.

"Well...I APOLOGIZED...I'm SORRY...but you mean to tell me that one of Nova! 's family members who are in wrestling set this up? I don't really remember any names offhand...but there was at least one...he was basically just a jobber..." Stevie tries to recall.

"Let me ask you this: What if one of your family members were brainwashed?" Show asks. "That would be suitible grounds for a foot in the ass."

Jobber? More like a manager, but hey, you never know..."

"Alright...name please, " Angelina prods.

"The "B" is part of his name."

"Donnie B? You've got to be kidding me!" Stevie and Angelina say simultaneously.

"WE HAVE GENIUSES IN THE HOWWWWWWWWWWWSE" Rash screams in relief.

"Actually...at least one. I didn't even KNOW Donnie B was related to Nova. However, if you hadn't neglected to mention that it was connected with Nova in the first place, then it would make perfect sense...but why bear a grudge when Stevie's already changed his ways? Sure...Nova's still not back to normal, but that's merely a temporary measure," Angelina snaps back at Rash.

"Hey, it's not like we asked for the tasked. It was all Donnie's idea." Show nods in agreement.

"Hey, it's not like we asked for the task. It was all Donnie's idea." Show nods in agreement.

"And what reason did you have to go along with it?" Stevie asks.

"He threatened me with Sonics. What'd you expect?" Rash snaps back at Stevie.

"What was in it for you, Show?" Angelina asks.

"Money...plain and simple," he answers.

"Two dumb thugs with nary a clue," Angelina shrugs.

Rash growls, "Hey...HE'S the dumb one!"

"No, you're wrong...YOU are!"

"ENOUGH!" Angelina again shouts.

Megan: And now it's time for our main event! Blink, having ripped the title from the hands of that bastard Triple H, now gets her chance to defend it against another ex-champion.

Flyboy: None other that Sonnette herself! She's just appeared out of nowhere, and man, she looks like she got a new lease on life! Mebbe she can grab her strap back, although I figure she'd much rather take it from Trips...

"Take A Look Around" thumps onto the sound system, and the crowd cheers heartily for Sonnette as she makes her way down to the ring, all hard looks and total focus.

Megan: She doesn't even get into the ring! She's waiting for Blink!

Flyboy: And I don't think Blink's gonna waste any time, either! Cuz...

In a blast of pyros and with another, equally loud crowd pop, Blink makes her way towards Sonnette as "Rise" cues up, belt on her waist and an equally determined look in her eyes.

Megan: Staring contest before either of them are in the ring! But they're not fighting... not yet, at least. In the ring... and Sato holds up the belt! This is for all the marbles! And... wha?!

Flyboy: Blink just hugged Sonnette! Where the hell did that come from? Blink lets go... AND SONNETTE CLOCKS HER RIGHT IN THE JAW! Megan: Sonn's all business, and this match has hit zero-hour! The championship's on the line!

Flyboy: Sonn's wailing away at Blink! Right! Right! Left! And a forearm shot that puts her right into the ropes! Irish whip... flying heel kick puts the champ on her tight little ass!

Megan: The ex-champ's putting up a rabid offense.... she's laying in a number of stomps... has Blink up... and a textbook snapmare puts her back down... front dropkick to the back of Blink's head!

Flyboy: Insane! Purely insane! Blink's getting her ass handed to her right now! It's like she's not all the way into this match or something!

Megan: I can tell! Blink's up... and here comes Sonnette! Charges in for a ri-BLOCKED! Blink counters with her own right! And another! And a spinning heel kick to finish the deal! Now Sonnette's flat on her back and wondering what just happened!

Flyboy: But Blink still looks a little groggy... doesn't stop her from bouncing off the ropes... quick legdrop hits! And she's folowing up with a hard knee drop to Sonnette's shoulder!

Megan: Sonnette rolling away... Blink takes a breather for a moment, then snags Sonnette and hefts her up... hops up for a hurracanra--but you CAN'T RANA SONNETTE! Blink eats a powerbomb for her troubles, and bridges over! She's going for an early win!

. . . ONE! . . . TWO! . Blink slides free and scampers to her feet!

Flyboy: These two know each other way too well, and it's already showing! Blink's got a quick little 'rana rollup, but Sonn saw it coming from ten miles away!

Megan: Arm-and-collar tie-up... Sonnette gets control and pushes Blink into the corner... shoulderblock right to Blink's stomach! And another! Another! Going for a fourth... and Blink get a knee right in Sonn's face! The challenger's clutching at her nose!

Flyboy: And she's going up top! Blink's gonna fly... AMAZING flying facebuster puts Sonnette down! If Sonnette's nose was aching then, it's probably broken now!

Megan: And Blink quickly weaves in and... cradle pin! . , , ONE! . . . Tw--kickout! And Sonnette looks pissed off!

Flyboy: Can you blame her? She lost her little lead, and not Blink's making her pay for it... scoop slam! And a BIG legdrop from Blink! A few more stomps, and she picks Sonnette up...

Megan: Sonnette breaks the hold! A sharp snap kick doubles Blink over... and Sonnette capitalizes with a BIG high-angle DDT! That was almost a mini-brainbuster! Sonnette rolls Blink over and hooks a leg! . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . And Blink somehow kicks out before the three-count! What resilience!

Flyboy: She's a tough little piece of ass, I'll tell you that! But I dunno if she can take all those stomps Sonnette's giving... damn, what's the hedge-hottie doing, trying to tenderize Blink or something?

Megan: Sonn drags Blink to her feet... a firm grip around Blink's waist... and Blink FLIPS out of the HentaiPlex! *AND* answers with a senton splash right onto the downed challenger without missing a beat!

Flyboy: Sonn picked up... irish whip... and a towering flying roundhouse sends her right back onto the ropes with her back to Blink! She's a sitting duck like that! If she were a guy in prison, Blink's make her her--

Megan: DON'T FINISH THAT, Flyboy... but she DOES make a move! Blink running towards Sonnette... and hops OVER her?! What is she... she's... she's locked on what looks like an inverted Tarantula! Her legs are hooked around Sonnette's shoulders, but she's grabbing her knees... and she's squeezing Sonnette like an anaconda!

Flyboy: Hell, that's a damn elaborate way to just choke someone on the ropes! I gotta hand it to Blink to think of that... oooh, the cameraman got a nice shot of Blink's ass... sweet...

Megan: ... Blink lets go after Sato starts counting... Sonnette clutching at her throat and coughing... I'm not sure whether or not all of Sonnette's determination and drive are still firmly in place, Flyboy.

Flyboy: You think? Blink just up and stole it, and is beating Sonnette upside the head with it! But she's STILL on the ropes... and climbing to her feet on the top...

Megan: Oh my... top-rope asai moonsault... MISSES! Sonnette rolls out of the way! She's still coughing a little, but she's still got some fight left in her... she grabs both of Blink's legs... and kicks her right in the abdomen!

Flyboy: OW! That was WAY too close to the groin for my comfort!

Megan: Blink's still down... and Sonnette's reaching down... grips around her waist... and a BIG HentaiPlex puts Blink flat on her back! That could be it! . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THR--kickout! A big move, but not enough to put the champ away!

Flyboy: But Sonnette didn't let go of Blink's waist! I smell the ghost of Benoit... another big HentaiPlex!

Megan: Rollover... TWO HentaiPlexes! Rollover... THREE! FOUR! FIVE! And she releases the sixth! My god, Blink, looks wrecked! That has to be it! Sonnette drags herself over and goes for the pin! . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THRE--NO! Blink just kicked out in time!

Flyboy: Stamina, stamina, STAMINA! That's what I like in a woman... STAMINA!

Megan: I bet you d--Sonnette picks Blink up... signalling for the Sonic Boom! This could be all she wro---KICK WHAM SPLIT SECOND and Sonnette goes flying! We haven't seen that move in a while!

Flyboy: But it's the kind of surprise Blink needs to keep herself from getting mangled out there! She's up... Sonnette's still feeling that Split Second...

Megan: And gets to feel the sole of Blink's boots right to the head! Did you hear the contact from that kick? Brutal...

Flyboy: But she's not done... pickup... suplex! And she hits another! She's got Sonnette up... leaps up for the 'rana... no! Switches gears and hits the Samurai Driver DDT! Hedge-booty's down!

Megan: And she might be out! Blink hooks the leg... . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THR--And Sonnette fights out of the pin in the nick of time!

Flyboy: This one's so close to over, I can taste it...

Megan: You're not the only one... Blink's up... and she making the ubiquitious throat-slitting gesture! I sense a Swingbreaker in Sonnette's future... and she tosses Sonnette to the ropes... slingsh---COUNTERED! Sonnette charges Blink right into the corner----SONIC BOOM! SONIC BOOM! SONIC BOOM! Sonnette has this match won!

Flyboy: Sweet Jesus, that came out of nowhe--THE HELL?!

A... stocky guy in a leather jacket, black jeans and with shoulder-length neon-green hair plows through the crowd and charges the ring!

Megan: Someone just charged out of the crowd... and he's... he's wearing a PWF shirt! AND a PWF title around his waist! In the ring... and he just kicked Sato out of the ring like he was nothing!

Flyboy: DAMN! This freak's built like a tank... short, tough and ugly! The green hair doesn't help! And... aw, DAMN, he's got Sonnette!

Megan: This... this is a TRAVESTY! He's got Sonnette locked in a kati-hajime chokehold and is NOT letting go... and lifts her up and drops her HARD on her neck! Sonnette's been... VIOLATED by the PWF flunkie!

Flyboy: ... why I outta...

Megan: ... and now he has a mike! What's this mannerless thug have to say?

The man smirks, then looks down at both Sonnette and Blink. "For all your spoon-fed EAW half-asses that call yourselves wrestling fans... you can call me... the PWF Interdimensional champion... your hero... whatever the hell you wanna call me. But know that your little quilled bitch just ate a Hangman's Breaker from the One Man Death Squad." He spits on the two and laughs. "The name's Spazz. Get used to it." He flicks the mike away and RUNS as various EAW wrestlers pour from the backstage and chase him through the crowd, leaving...

Flyboy: ... shit, Sato's back in the ring! And Blink... Blink covers Sonnette! I think this is it, but it shouldn't have happened like that!

. . . . . . ONE! . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . THREE!

Megan: And Blink retains... although her victory's been tainted by the stain of the PWF!

Winner, by pinfall, and still EAW Champion >>> Blink Flyboy: ... and they say this ain't an invasion. Bull and shit!

Megan: It's gotta be the PWF owners trying to play mindgames... but this little war is far from over! I'm Megan Eko... for The Flyboy, saying so long!

Flyboy: Damn right this war's not over!

Megan: This IS the E! A! W!

As we pan to the announcer's desk, it appears that our commentators for tonight, Ayane Mitsui and Pamela Paulshock, are engaged in a little squabble...

Ayane: It just happened....out of nowhere!

Pamela: Well, you're the hot-shot martial artist around here, couldn't you do something?!

Ayane: Well..yeah...but I was just too surprised...besides, I'm not on security!!

Pamela: Good thing, or we'd all have been mugged and felt up by now.

Ayane: Well...ugh...*sigh*...fans, just a short while ago, before Mayhem went on the air...we've been...

Pamela: Invaded.

Ayane: One way of putting it...one of our cameraman was able to catch the tail end of it...

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Open to a shot of Scarlet Foxfire up on the top rope, while The Lady wrestler, playing possum, rolls out of the way of a moonsault by Foxfire.

Voice Over by Ayane: During a dark match between Scarlet and the Lady for consideration in the upcoming Cruiserweight Title...that man..

A figure runs down the ramp and is circled in the footage.

VO by A: ...known as Capoeira of the Paradox Wrestling Federation, attacked.

Capoerira looks quite a bit like Rey Mysterio Jr. (when masked, at least), and with a run ending in a cocky swagger, he slides in the ring, then the rising Scarlet is caught when he springs up and hits the springboard hurracanrana on her!! The Lady gets up...

VO by A: First, he attacked Scarlet with the Springboard Hurracanrana...and when the Lady recovered, he set her up--right there...and hit a Tornado DDT!!

The footage shows him doing so, first taunting "I dedicate this to you, Mommy!" before hitting it.

VO by A: --the move he calls the Liftado DDT...and what's even worse is this--

The footage then shows the Cruiserweight Title, which is on a table at ringside, being stolen by Capoeira before he takes off through the crowd.

Ayane: And that's what we last saw of him...

Pamela: You KNOW this is all YOUR fault!

Ayane: Nani?! HOW is this MY fault?!

Pamela: Nothing like this ever happened when Megan and Flyboy, Megan and Lilith, or Road Dogg and myself were commentating...now you get back on play by play, and all hell breaks loose!

Live from the Tacoma Dome in Tacoma Washington and up your ass, it's Wednesday Night Mayhem!!

Obligatory pan of the arena packed with screaming EAW fans, with signs like "DON'T GO OSEIKO!!" "GAME OVER!!" "NNOOO!!!" and "I LOVE MENCHI... FRIED!!" can be seen in the crowd as we go to our commentating team for the night.

Ayane: Well, welcome to the show! It hasn't really started yet and already we have trouble!

Paula: Yeah! Who the hell is this Capoeira guy anyhow?!

Ayane: *sigh* Anyhow, we got a wonderful show tonight, topped off with a a highly charged main event!! It's Blink Vs. Sonnette Vs. Lance Storm in a Triangle match for the No. 1 Contendership for the EAW World Title, held by the Decadent, Triple H!!

Paula: Yeah, well even if one of those guys wins, they won't get the title. Triple H is too damn good to lose to any one of those losers!

Ayane: Well, we got our first match of the night coming up... and this one is a bit personal as it involves my close friend Oseiko...

Paula: Hey, remember. Be professional, Ayane. You got a job to do here.

Ayane: I know, I know... *sigh* ... still, to think that Oseiko's helped me get this far to my dream of being a professional wrestler and now... she wants to leave...

Paula: Ayane, she killed a person! Gokuo's keeping her in the EAW just 'cause she's a cute piece of Japanese ass and he's endangering us all! Oseiko has every reason to want to leave the EAW!

Ayane: But it's not her fault! She killed in order to defend herself, we've all told her that... but she still seems so adamant...

"Back In The Days" suddenly cues up.

Ayane: Well, here we go...

Announcer Gary Michael Cappetta: This match is scheduled for one fall! Coming down the aisle, from the city of Harlem, weighing in at 253 pounds... BOOKER T!!!

Ayane: Booker T is coming down the ring right now... he looks pretty well considering he got hit by the Cute Cat Mat Slam... ^_^ Hehe, watching Ariel do that WAS pretty cool!

Paula: Well she got hers. She's grounded. So I guess there's some justice in the world after all.

Booker T climbs into the ring as the crowd boos, some cheers... then "Strobe's Nanafushi (Satori Mix)" cues up! Out comes Oseiko, dressed in a plain white tank top, blue jean cut-offs, short tabi boots, and fingerless gloves.

Cappetta: And his opponent! From the Forests of Hokkaido, weighing in at 115 pounds... BLACK WIDOW!!

Ayane: Oseiko refuses to wear her ring gear once more, it seems, but she's still ready to fight... but listens to the fans! "Don't Go Oseiko!" They all love her here tonight!

Paula: What do they know?! They're just being selfish about this.

Oseiko stops halfway to the ring and looks to the fans as they chant "DON'T GO OSEIKO!" almost like a mantra. She looks... sad as she sighs, shaking her head as she climbs into the ring, and immediately Booker T attacks-- but Oseiko quickly counters the punch into an arm drag!!

Ayane: Whoa!!! Even when she doesn't want to fight, she's ready!! This should be a good match as referee Teddy Long starts this match officially!!

Ayane: Booker T gets up from the arm drag and throws a clothsline, but Oseiko ducks! SIDE KICK TO THE GUT!! And.. LYGERBOMB!! ONE! T-- no! Booker kicks out! Wow, listen to the fans! They're actually... BOOING OSEIKO!! They don't want to see her win this match because if she does, she can freely leave the EAW!

Paula: Like I said, what do they know?

Ayane: Well, I know Oseiko well enough to know that this is going to bother her a lot! She's looking to the fans... and BOOKER T takes advantage!! PUNCH TO THE GUT! And... SIDE SLAM!! Now Booker T applies the leg lock! Good strategy there, going for Oseiko's legs as they're a main part of her arsenal of moves! Teddy Long's checking to see if Oseiko wants to give up, but she won't! She's too strong for that!

Paula: If she's so strong, then why does she want to quit?

Ayane: ... --;; ... WHOA!! OSEIKO USES HER FREE LEG TO HEEL KICK BOOKER T IN THE FACE! THE HOLD IS BROKEN!! KIPPUP BY OSEIKO! REVERSE TIGER SUPLEX!! Oseiko runs up to the top rope... waiting... and... KUMORANA!!!! ONE! TWO! TH--NO! BOOKER T MANAGES TO KICK OUT!! Oseiko advances-- NO! BOOKER T WITH THE HARLEM SIDE KICK!! Cover! One! Two! But Oseiko kicks out! Booker T picks her up... kick to the gut... and... AXE KICK!!! SPINNUP!!

Paula: SPIN-A-ROONIE!! SPIN-A-ROONIE!!

Ayane: (How can anyone be taken seriously with a move called the "Spin-A-Roonie?") *sigh* Booker signalling... the Harlem Hangover?! Booker T climbs up... AND THERE IT IS BUT OSEIKO ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!! AND BOOKER T LANDS ON HIS BACKSIDE!!! Oseiko runs to the ropes and SHINZUKUMO NO SASU RIGHT IN THE FACE OF BOOKER T!!! OUCH!! Cover! One! Two! Th--NO!! BOOKER T GETS A SHOULDER UP!!! Oseiko looks like she's getting fustrated and the fans are starting that chant up again! She picks up Booker T and... looks like she's going to deliver the Bakumo No Amimono!! NO!! BOOKER T COUNTERS!! AND-- FALL FROM HARLEM!!! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! BOOKER T WINS!!

Winner: Booker T by pinfall

Paula: Wow, short match.

Ayane: But it still had plenty of impact! And you can tell Oseiko is off her game here because of the fans being more than vocal... they just don't want to see her leave!

As the victorious Booker T leaves the ring with a sore Oseiko watching on, the young ninja lowers her head, eyes closed... then looks to the fans as they chant "DON'T GO OSEIKO! DON'T GO OSEIKO!" Her fists clench as the chant gets to her... she then runs over to Cappetta, grabs the mic from him...

Oseiko: WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU ALL?!!!

The fans start to boo Oseiko now as she shouts at them.

Ayane: ... Whoa... I... I haven't seen Oseiko like this before...

Oseiko: ... WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING TO LEAVE FOR THE GOOD OF THE EAW?!! THE LONGER I'M HERE, THE MORE THE NO KILLING RULE IS BEING TURNED INTO A JOKE!! I'M TRYING TO MAKE AN EXAMPLE OF MYSELF BY LEAVING, BUT PRESIDENT GOKUO WON'T LET ME!! AND NONE OF YOU ARE HELPING ME!!! I THOUGHT YOU ALL SUPPORTED ME!! I... I...

Oseiko's shoulder slump as she drops her head, tears begining to fall from her eyes.

Oseiko: ... I just want to do the right thing...

The crowd goes silent for a moment... but then the chant starts up again.

"DON'T GO OSEIKO! DON'T GO OSEIKO! DON'T GO OSEIKO!"

Oseiko looks up once more, tears streaming down.

Oseiko: ... Minna no baka...

She then throws the mic down and storms from the ring in tears, running back up the aisle.

Ayane: ...

Paula: What... what she say?!

Ayane: ... She just called the fans idiots...! I... this is really getting to Oseiko here... I... uhm, we have to take a commercial break... we'll be right back... I'LL be right back...

Ayane pulls the headset off and runs up the aisle, following Oseiko as we fade out for a commercial break.

***WINGS OF ENTERPRISE, COMING SOON TO UPN!! =P***

Back to the show, as we see what happened during the break. Oseiko has packed up her stuff already and is leaving the arena as Ayane runs over to her. They're speaking in Japanese, but subtitles below the screen help the crowd to understand what they're saying.

Ayane (subbed): OSEIKO-CHAN!! WAIT!! PLEASE WAIT!!

Oseiko turns to Ayane, her tears still falling.

Ayane (subbed): Oseiko-chan, you didn't mean it, did you?! After everything the fans have done for you?! You didn't mean to call them.... idiots, did you?!

Oseiko (subbed): Yes I did. Ayane-chan... they betrayed me! Here I am trying to do the right thing by quitting the EAW before I hurt anyone else and it's people like Gokuo-san and the fans who just don't understand! They've never taken a human life before!! I have!! And I don't want to do it again! That's why they're idiots!! That's why I want to leave!! You know... to hell with the fans. To hell with Gokuo-san. I'm not going to Riot Rulz. I'm exempt from all the rules. I quit.

Oseiko turns and leaves the arena, leaving Ayane in utter shock.

Back to the show, with Ayane and Paula.

Ayane: Folks, Oseiko's left the arena... and I think she's gotten worse. I hope she won't do anything rash... I-I mean I know she won't commit harakiri or anything, but... well, as her friend, I'm worried about her, Paula.

Paula: Yeah, well... there's nothing you can do about it, really. She's just gone off the deep end.

Ayane: Huh? o_O;

Paula: She's nuts, pure and simple. Better lock her away in a rubber room before something bad happens.

Before Ayane can argue the matter, "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park cues up as Bret Hart comes out to a decent pop.

Ayane: *sigh* Here's Bret Hart, everyone! Look, Oseiko's not crazy, she's... she's just in a state of grief, that's all! There's nothing wrong with that, really!
As Bret enters the ring, "There's a Fire in the House" by Steve Vai cues up as the EAW People's Champion comes out to the same response as the Hitman. Though the look in his eyes shows the concern he's feeling.
Ayane: And I really worry about Michael, who's in the ring right now. I know he'd rather look for Oseiko instead of compete in this match, but the show must go on, ne?

Both competitors shake hands, then go to their respective corners as referee Mike Chioda calls for the bell.

Ayane: Collar-elbow tie-up, ah, the classic "Test-of-Strength Bret... hiptoss to Code Red! Connelly gets back up, only to recieve another hiptoss...and another...and another.

Paula: Four hip-tosses. Oooo, how hardcore. >=P

Ayane: Paula... this time, Hart locks on an armbar! But Connelly reaches the ropes. so the Hitman breaks the hold! Connelly gets back up and picks Hart up... SUPLEX!! Pick-up-- DDT!!Bret sets up Connelly for a piledriver-- no! Michael counters, tripping Hart!! And the People's Champion is going for the Figure Four Leg Lock!!

Paula: Who booked this match, Steve Corino?

Ayane: Hart gets to the ropes, Connelly quickly gets up and meets Hart with a chop to the chest...
Crowd: "WHOOOOOOOOO!"
Ayane: And another...
Crowd: "WHOOOOOOOOO!"
Ayane: Oh, my! Another...!
Crowd: "WHOOOOOOOOO!"
Ayane: Wait, Hart counters the next chop and strikes back with chops of his own!!
Crowd: "WHOOOOOOOOO!"

"WHOOOOOOOOO!"

Paula: Business is about to pick up!!

Ayane: IT'S RYOKAMI!!! HE JUST DROPPED FROM THE RAFTERS ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!! MICHAEL GETS UP AND-- NO!! MARTIAL ARTS KICK TO HIS CHEST KNOCKS HIM BACK DOWN!!! Bret sees it and tries to help Code Red... NO! RYOKAMI SAW HIM COMING!! HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK SENDS THE HITMAN FLYING OUT OF THE RING!!

Paula: Finally something interesting's happening!

Ayane: Michael grabs Ryokami-- GERMAN SUPLEX-- NO!! RYOKAMI-- HE-HE LANDED ON HIS FEET!!! NO!! D.O.A.!!! DAMMIT!! BRET'S BACK THOUGH! HE HAS A STEEL CHAIR!!! AND A SWING INTO RYOKAMI'S BACK that had no effect whatsoever!!! o_o;;;

Ryokami merely turns around and cocks his head, his eyes narrowing. A little shocked, Bret swings again as a strange black smoke emanates from Ryokami's left hand, and suddenly--

Ayane: EEEEE!!!!! O_O!!!! RYOKAMI, HE... HE JUST SLICED THE STEEL CHAIR IN HALF SOMEHOW!! BRET'S SHOCKED! AND-- NO!!!! KAJAKU TSUME AND A HARD SLAM TO THE BACK OF THE HITMAN'S HEAD!! I-- o_o!! OmiGod...

Paula: O_O! Where the... how did he get that knife from security!!

Ayane: It's black! Almost like obsidian!! How... how DID Ryokami get that weapon past security?!! Wait, Michael's in the ring, he'd better be careful... NO, RYOKAMI SAW MICHAEL COMING!! AND-- TENKA SAISHUU!!! NO!!! And... o_O;;; That blade just vanished into black smoke?!!

Paula: Okay, this is getting a little to weird here...

Ayane: Both Bret and Michael are down! The only ones standing are Ryokami and the ref! And-- OH, COME ON!!! RYOKAMI WITH THE SPINWHIRL FACEBUSTER ON MIKE CHIODA!! THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR!!!

Ryokami slides out of the ring, and walks backwards towards the backstage, eyes transfixed on the carnage and laughing as maniacially as ever as "Astonishing Panorama of the Endtimes" cues up.

Ayane: This is TWICE!! TWICE that Ryokami's interfered wth a match!! WHY?! Why in God's name is Ryokami doing this?! Why?!!!

***WINGS OF ENTERPRISE, STILL COMING SOON TO UPN! =P***

Ayane: It's time for the former RTC member to go against the leader of Da Pac!

Pamela: All Stevie needed was some good poon, and that would've clouded his mind of that nasty Mae Young moment.

Ayane: Well, since you're always in a giving mood, why didn't you help him?

Pamela: I am not a whore!

Ayane: *giggles*

"Blood Brother" cues up, marking the arrival of Ninja X, and the crowd gives him a good pop. The crowd gives Jenna a better one, though. Ninja X with Jenna make their way down to the ring, and Ninja X rolls into the ring as Jenna stays on the outside.

The sound of emptiness fills the arena, as former RTC member, Steven (ie) Richards comes to the ring with a mix reaction from the crowd, some boos and some cheers. Steven runs to enter the ring, and is met by kicks to the back by Ninja X.

*ding, ding, ding*

Ayane: Ninja X is starting this thing off early, and Richards ! is receives some Tajiri-style kicks. Oh! That one caught Steven in the head, and he goes to the outside of the ring!

One! . Two!

Ayane: Richards gets to his feet, but X goes for a vaulting press! Stevie caught him.. and rams his back into the ringpost! . . Three!

Ayane: Richards rolls Ninja X back into the ring, and Richards is on the apron..

Pamela: Steve uses the ropes for a legdrop unto Ninja X! Steven picks up X.. and whips him into the ropes, and applies a Sleeper Hold! X is down to one knee...

Ayane: But, X jumps to his vertical base, and rams Steven's back into the corner! Ninja hits a falling backdrop on Steven, and heads to the second turnbuckle.. TORNADO DDT-- Steven powers Ninja X off!

Steven with a waistlock, GERMAN SUPLEX!! . . . One! . . . Two! . . . .

Ayane: Oh! No! So close.. I thought Steven had Ninja X there.

Pamela: Wait! Ninja X kinnups--Spinning Heel Kick to Steven! Steven gets to his feet-- Spinning Headlock Takedown from Ninja X!

Ayane: Steven gets to his feet-- and gets planted by a DDT from Ninja X! X goes to the top rope... 450 Splash! . . . . One! . . . . Two! . . . . Thr--

Ayane: Steven kicks out! X picks Steven up.. setting him up for the X-Plosion...! But, Steven lands on his feet!! THE FORMER MORTALITY CHECK!! THE STEVIE KICK!!! . . . . One! . . . . Two! . . . . THREE!

Ayane: NOOOO!! OH SO CLOSE!! Ninja X is getting up again.. another kick!

Pamela: But, it's ducked!

Ayane: Now, Ninja X has the X-Plosion locked in! X-PLOSION!! X-PLOSION!! . . . . One! . . . . Two! . . . . Three!

Ayane: Ninja X wins it!

Winner by pinfall >>> Ninja X

Ayane: Wow! What a great match!! We'll be right back, folks! ^_^

***

RIGHT NOW, HYATT HAS DIED.
AGAIN.

Ayane: We're back!! And during the commercial break Steven Richards was attacked!! Watch the footage!!

Scene switch to Richards limping down a hallway, until Rash comes from a nearby room and attacks him! Throwing him against a wall and grabbing his neck.

Rash: Sorry, man! But I gotta do this!

Suddenly Eighteen dashes at Rash, spearing him hard in the gut and forcing him to release Richards! Rash manages to get up, only to be met by a hook kick that sends him through the door he came out of!! She then checks on Richards, helps him up, and the two unlikely allies leave together!!

Ayane: Wow! I don't know what this means, everyone! But from what it looks like, it seems that Eighteen and Steven Richards are indeed partners!

Pamela: Well, up next we have the EAW Tag Titles match, and making their way down to the ring at this very moment, the Champions, Chainsaw!

*"Role Model" Cues up. Chainz and Buzzsaw walk out onto the ramp holding their Tag Titles in the air, being cheered by the fans. They make their way down to the ring, rolling into it, waiting for their opponents.*

Ayane: And now, making their way to the ring, the challangers for the EAW titles, The Expirementals! Oh! A rush on the ring as this match starts off quickly...kinda like all tag matches.....odd eh?

Pamela: Maybe..Chainyz and Zen pair off while Star and Buzz go at it in the corner. Chainyz cracks Zen in the head several stiff punches then kicks him in the gut. Zen holds his gut as Chainyz kicks him in the side of the head, knocking him out of the ring!

Ayane: The story is diffrent in the other side of the ring. Star with a strong shot to the face followed up with a closeline over the top rope! The men on the outside go to their corners as Chainyz clubs Star between the shoulder blades with a strong double Axehandle. Chainyz sends Star into the ropes and hits a shoulder block. Now Chainyz goes to the ropes. Star is up only to be knocked down with another Shoulder block. Chainys with a scope slam!

Pamela: Chainyz drags Star over to the corner where he tags in Buzzsaw. Chainyz holds Star and lets Buzz get a few cheap shots in before letting Star fall to the mat. Buzz stomps on Star for a bit before picking him up and exicuting a DDT..the cover..1...2..Kick out by Star. Buzz Tags in Chainyz.

Ayane: Good job cutting off Star from his corner, keeping him in, wearing him down..OH! LOW BLOW BY STAR! The ref didn't see it but man, Star just nailed a low blow on Chainyz. Buzz saw it but the ref is forcing him out of the ring. Zen runs in and grabs Chainyz by the head, dropping him on the ground in a modified sleeper slam. Zen then grabs Star and drags him over to his corner..

Pamela: Some..interesting Tag style wrestling there by the Experimentals..Star with the tag, no duh. Zen with a knee to Chainyz's side. Zen picks up Chainyz and whips him into the corner. Zen charges in and hits a splash followed by a bulldog! Zen with the cover..1..2..Kick out! Zen drags Chainyz over to his corner now and tags in Star, running over to Buzzsaw, slapping him in the face then running back to his corner where Star has already started stomping on Chainyz!

Ayane: Buzz tries to get into the ring but the ref is holding him back again. Star and Zen continue to stomp away on Chainyz before giving him a nasty Wish Bone!

Pamela: hehe..some times it great to be a woman! Chainyz is looking a bit hurt now, he needs to make a tag and soon. Star with an elbow drop to Chainyz. Star whips Chainyz into the ropes..Chainyz ducks a closeline and hits a big time Spine Buster on his return! Both men are down and.....Look!

*Jason Knight and Christine have walked out from backstage and down toward the ring, stopping a few feet from the ring, watching the match*

Ayane: What are they doing out here..

Pamela: Who knows..but what I do know is that Star and Chainyz are both going for their respective corners now...They both make their tags! Buzz and Zen charge eachother! Zen goes for a closeline! Buzz counters with a neckbreaker! Zen is back up only to be knocked down with a close line! Buzz runs to a near by turnbuckle, jumping to the top, turning and waiting for Zen to get back up..Zen is up...TOP ROPE SPEAR!!

Ayane: Buzz with the cover..1...2...OH! Star with the save there! Chainyz is in the ring now! Chainyz closelines Star and himself over the top room. Zen is back up to his feet! Buzz with the Hurricanrana..NO! Countered into a sitdown powerbomb! The cover..1..2..Kickout! Zen runs and jumps to the top rope..450 splash!! The Cover!

Pamela:..1...2....This time Chainyz with the save, a stiff kick to the head! He drags Zen to his Feet..Ball and Chain!! But he is not the legal man! Star is behind Chainyz..OMEGA WAVE!! The ref is yelling at Star to get out of the ring..by now Buzz is back to his feet and he attacks Star, spearing him threw the ropes. Both men land outside the ring. Zen starts to move around in the ring now..

Ayane: On the outside Buzz, the legal man for his team, throws Star into the time keepers table! The ref is busy with Zen in the ring..Star grabs one of the titles and hides it...OH! STAR HITS BUZZ IN THE HEAD WITH ONE IF THE TAG TITLES! HE rolles Buzz into the ring just in time to get jumped on by a some what dizzy Chainyz! Zen hits the Edge of Eternity on Buzz to finish him off!

Pamela: CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP!...1....2....3!!! THE NEW TAG CHAMPS! THE EXPERIMENTALS!!!

Ayane: Wait!! Jason Knight is getting into the ring...Chainyz rolls into the ring to check on Buzzsaw while the Experimentals grab their gold and stand on the other side of the ring watching Jason..Its a stare down! Who wil make the.....

Pamela: JASON JUST TURNED AROUND AND KICKED CHAINYZ IN THE HEAD! HE DRAGS HIM UP TO HIS FEET!..KNIGHT RIDER!! THE EXPERIMENTALS RUN IN AND START TO KICK BUZZSAW!!

Ayane: Jason is calling for a the mic as all three men stand in the middle of the ring gloating!

Knight: When my father was running his wrestling school, he had 3 stand out students.  Two of which were the Experimentals, and the other, well I think it is obvious, but if it isn't keep you're eyes open and you're mouth shut, for it will happen.  Just keep watching and you will learn.

Tommy Zen: Chainsaw, this is the beginning.  this is the end.  This is everything.  And I'll tell you what....you wish it never happened.  This team, is solid.  We are better than all others.  We are the team of the future.

Gives a few kicks and then they leave.

***

RIGHT NOW, MENCHI IS BEING SERVED.
McYUMMY.

***

We come back from those dreaded commercials to our two bickering young commentators...

Pamela: STORM!! STORM!! STORM!!

Ayane: Since when did you become Major Gunns?

Pamela: Since NEVER....I'm MUCH better looking than that surgically enhanced ho-bag...and you KNOW it.

Ayane: Well, at least TRY to be impartial while calling this match...

Pamela: Why should I? That's YOUR job.

"Oh, Canada" cues up just then...

Pamela: WHOOOOOOO...here we go, now!

The crowd isn't as happy to hear that theme...

Ayane: At least someone is happy to hear that Lance is on his way to the ring...

"The following match up....scheduled with TRIANGLE MATCH rules...is for the number one contendership to the EAW World Title!! Introducing first...from Calgary, Alberta, Canada....he stands six foot even, and weighs two hundred and thirty two pounds...Lance Stooooooorm!!!

Ayane: Loved by some...hated by everyone else. He gives Canadians a bad name!!

Pamela: Thought you'd be unbiased?

Ayane: I'll make an exception for Lance-baka.

Storm gets inside the ring, ignoring the huge heat he's getting from the fans...

"Take a Look Around" by Limp Bizkit cues up....and the crowd continues its heated response as the announcer begins...

"And the next opponent in this match...she stands five foot eleven and weighs one hundred and thirty seven pounds...taking up residence in Columbus, Ohio....SONNETTE KINTOBOR!!!

Sonnette charges the ring, the only thing keeping her from attacking Storm outright is senior ref Earl Hebner.

Ayane: Yeah... Sonnette definetly doesn't like Lance Storm. I think we covered that part already. Of course she would despise him for nearly--

Pamela: That was an ACCIDENT!! You can't hang this over his head forever!

Ayane: Well, maybe when he dies. >=P

Suddenly--

TIME TO PLAY THE GAME...

Pamela: That's Lemmy. That's Motorhead's Lemmy... o_O;;

Ayane: Why... yes it is! But who--

A song done by Motorhead no one can really place (though we know it to be "The Game") plays as Blink stands in the entranceway, multicolored lights flashing all around her; she's wearing black leather shorts with three Hs and "THE GAME" on the front and back, black boots, kneepads, a knee brace on the right leg, elbowpads, white tape on her wrists and right hand, and a cut T-Shirt with the words "GAME OVER?!" on the front and on the back "YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I'M OVER!!" She has a water bottle in hand as she looks up, raising her head as she squeezes water into her mouth, then heads down the ring, eyes more focused than ever. The fans cheer nonetheless for this cosplaying mutant girl.

"And the final opponent...she stands five foot five and weighs in at one hundred and ten pounds...she hails from Miami, Florida...BLINK!!!

Pamela: You just LOVE her too, don't you Ayane?

Ayane: Grr...she NEVER DID apologize for that whole Neo DX fiasco...but I have faith in her abilities...and I'll set that aside...for tonight. But why is she dressed like that?!

Pamela: Hey, like she's been saying... she must be dressed up as another world's Triple H! *shrug* It kinda looks good on her!

Blink makes her way down to the ring, stepping up the stairs and standing on the apron... taking her time getting into the ring as she squeezes more water in her mouth and over her face and hair... and when the song gers to a certain point, she raises her arms upward, spitting the water in a fine mist as she screams, flexing her muscles.

Ayane: So... Triple H does this in an alternate world?!

Pamela: Guess so... hey, the song's kinda catchy, even if Lemmy sounds drunk. ^_^;;

Blink then pulls off the cut shirt, revealing a black tank top underneath, climbing into the ring as her borrowed theme fades out...

*ding, ding*

Ayane: Sonnette immediately diving towards Storm...hammering away with rights...cinches him up...WOW!! HUGE VERTICAL SUPLEX THERE!! Storm dropped down on his back hard! Storm gets back up, favoring his back...Sonnette on the attack again--stops her short with a knee to the midsection, and firing away with some lefts...a right...Blink grabs Storm from behind! Storm reversing...waistlock by Storm...hoists her up...over the shoulder. Swings and--the legs of Blink nearly kick Sonnette in the head--Storm slams her down!

Pamela: It definitely doesn't happen often, but Storm actually has the size and weight advantage in this one. But has the worst hair out of all of them. UGH...a friggin' buzzcut...!

Ayane: Storm send to the ropes...double drop toe hold from Blink and Sonnette!! A pair of elbow drops into the back!! They each grab a leg now...OWCH!...and a wishbone legsplitter!

Pamela: Thank goodness spandex is so stretchable, or Storm may have ended up showing us his Lance.

Ayane: Lance pulled up by Sonnette...going for--blocked! Storm reversing now...there's a sidewalk slam! Sonnette up now...Blink after Lance who is going to the second rope--going to toss him off now...NO--Lance counters into a bulldog! Goes for the cover on Blink...

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ONE!--Broke up by Sonnette! Storm into the ropes now...short powerbomb by Sonnette!

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ONE!

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Kickout by Storm! Blink pulls up Storm now...snapmares him over...dropkick back of the head...and Blink bounces off the opposite ropes...LOW DROPKICK into the face!! Blink pulling up Storm now...suplex coming up--blocked--drops down into an arm bar!!   Storm pulls her up now...into a hammerlock...kick to the back breaks it up...Storm sent to the corner by Sonnette...Sonnette charges in--HUGE STINGER-STYLE SPLASH in the corner!! Blink and Sonnette double teaming now....and Sonnette going up top--but Blink grabbing her now from the back--ELEVATED BACKDROP--DOWN hard near the corner!! Storm climbs up to the second rope--drops down with a legdrop across the head of Sonnette!! Cover by Storm!

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ONE!

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TWO--Sonnette gets the shoulder up!!

Pamela: I don't know if it was just me, but Sonnette was REALLY COCKY earlier...having underestimated both Storm AND Blink...I think it is going to come back to bite her in her spiny ass here soon...

Ayane: Well, I'd hardly say she was cocky, but she may have underestimated them just a bit...Blink pulls up Lance...Lance and Blink exchanging rights...Lance sends her to the ropes...Blink off...Blink between the legs! Roll up!

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ONE!

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Lance kicks out!!

Pamela: YAaaaay!! Go Lance!! My obvious favorite for this match...

Ayane: Sonnette grabs Blink from behind...turns her around...standing dropkick!! Blink back up...quick suplex takeover by Sonnette!! Blink up again...Sonnette off the ropes...SPEAR!!

Pamela: YEESH!! A helluva spear! Like Goldberg's, but better.

Ayane: Like who's?

Pamela: Eh...someone you probably forgot about.

Ayane: Storm up now...SONNETTE WITH A HIGH LEG LARIAT!!! Storm caught right in the throat with that one!! Sonnette pounces right onto Storm!! Lefts!! Rights!! A headbutt or two!! She's trying to pound the living daylights out of him!!

Pamela: It looks like a scene straight off Fox's "The World's Greatest Animal Maulings....4!"

Ayane: Blink pulls Sonnette off of Lance--but Sonnette BELTS her one hard!! Spinning elbow!! And clothesline over the ropes!! Storm getting up...and a THESZ PRESS!! And Sonnette going back to the attack now!!

Pamela: Ouch...when she's done, you'll need a sheet of cardboard, glue, and the pieces of Lance's face on Sonnette's fist to put his mug back together again. Poor guy...

Ayane:     Storm fired to the corner...HARD by Sonnette now!! Flies at him around...SPRINGBOARD BACK ELBOW ON TARGET!!! Storm staggering out--Sonnette nails him with a Haymaker now!! And sets him up in the corner!! Is she trying to win or is she trying to kill Lance?

Pamela: After the match let's ask her...$10 says the latter.

Ayane: She's...uh now...NO...!! OFF THE TOP!! SUPER PORN PLEX!!! Sonnette has it hooked!!

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ONE!

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TWO!!

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KICKOUT!!!

Pamela: Wow...I don't think I've EVER seen that from her before!!

Ayane: Sonnette going up top...this could be it...MONEY SHOT!!!

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ONE!

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TWO!

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KICKOUT!!

Pamela: Storm's lucky to have his balls thus far...

Ayane: Ouchie!! Well, she wouldn't want to be DQed, but she's pushing it as it is....setting him up for a suplex now--tackled from behind by Blink!! Blink armdrags Sonnette over...again!! And clotheslines Storm over the ropes!!

Pamela: These two are good wrestlers and all...but this PERVERTED...VILE...degenerate crowd probably wouldn't like them any less if they didn't wrestle as well but had bigger boobs.

Ayane: I don't agree with THAT...but I agree they're AMAZING wrestlers! Sonnette and Blink fighting it out...Sonnette taking control!!

Pamela: Yeesh...she DOES remind me of a "HedgeHogan" right now...she's kicking ass left and right!! And up and down!! And in the other four directions!

Ayane: Storm up on the apron! Blink up...springboard--THRUST KICK!!! Sonnette up and Storm and Sonnette in a slugfest--clothesline ducked..waistlock by Storm--reversal by Sonnette! German Suple--Storm lands on his feet! Sonnette spun around..to the midsection--DEEP IMPACT!! DEEP IMPACT!!

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TWO!

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THREE!!!

*ding, ding*

"Ladies and gentlemen...Sonnette has been eliminated!! This match will continue until either Blink or Lance Storm is defeated!"

Pamela: In other words, until Storm can pin Blink or make her submit.

Ayane: It's down to Lance and Blink now!! Blink strugging to get up...that springboard thrust kick nearly took her head off!! Sonnette heading back to the locker room...a bit disappointed.

Pamela: A BIT? Sonnette never feels a "little" any type of way. She's probably boiling right now.

Ayane: Blink up to her feet--DROPKICK into the back of the leg by Storm! And the fans here booing...Blink getting up again--another low-aimed dropkick! Storm grabs the ankle...grapevining it now...drops an elbow to the inner thigh!

Pamela: HEY HEY HEY!! That's restricted territory there!

Ayane: Storm working on the ankle and knee joints now with this submission type hold...Blink trying to fight away from it...Storm gets back up to his feet....dragging her by it now--SLAMS THE KNEE INTO THE MAT!!! And Storm off the ropes...JUMPING STOMP ONTO THE PRONE LEG OF BLINK!

Pamela: What's that they say about a one-legged ma--PERSON in an ass-kicking contest?

Ayane: Uh...he or she doesn't fare too well? ^_^ OOOOH...Storm is tenacious...applying a reverse anklelock now on Blink!! She may have to give it up here!!

Pamela: A bit more working on that leg, and the Canadian Mapleleaf, and Blink will give it up faster than Torrie Wilson in search of a bonus.

Ayane: BLINK CRAWLING TOWARDS THE ROPES....Storm yanks her away....she tries again...kicking with that free leg in desperation at the face off Storm--CAUGHT HIM IN THE EYE that time with the heel of her boot--GETS TO THE BOTTOM ROPE!!

Pamela: But Storm making the most of that 5 count....

Ayane: Up on 3...4..SPINNING ENZUI GIRI by Blink!! Catches Storm unaware!! Limping a bit, but bounces off the ropes....FACE CRUSHER!! Blink kippups!! A house of fire here tonight...Storm up...kick--into the Diving Death Twist!! That DDT-Front Chancery submission combination!! And Blink maintaining control on it...pulls Storm up again--Snap Suplex!! Blink now...oh...signaling for a high-risk move!! She's gonna seal it here!! Blink springing up to the top with incredible agility...off the top now--STORM UP--DROPKICK COUNTER!!!?!?!?

Pamela: YES!! WHOO-HOOO!!! Lance is still in it strong!! And what a version of it, too! On the scale of dropkicks, nearly everyone is somewhere between the Big Show-Erik Watts end and the Bob Holly-Lance Storm end.

Ayane: Storm saved himself from certain defeat there with that move!! Showing signs of life...now Storm up...Blink looks almost completely out...pulls her up now--backbreaker!! Storm going to work with stomps on the lower leg--that backbreaker was more to keep her down rather than change gameplans...and OH NO!! Storm dragging her over to the corner now!! Has the leg--jumps off and snaps it back!!

Pamela: Well, after that Wishbone earlier, fair's fair, ain't it?

Ayane: Well, he's just BRUTALLY attacking her now....Storm pulling her up by the tights...tosses her into the corner, and stomping her in the midsection...then a few errant kicks to the weakened right leg....setting her up now and....uh oh...Storm going for broke here...OFF THE TOP----BELLY TO BELLY SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPERPLEEEEEX!!!

Pamela: HOLY HELL THAT WENT HIGH!!!

Ayane: Storm TOSSING Blink off the top rope over his shoulder...crawling over for the pinfall!!

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KICKOUT!!!

Pamela:   WHAT?!?!?

Ayane: Blink manages to kick out at the last possible moment!! But how much does she have left?!

Pamela: Enough to be able to stand after Storm DOES pin her? Nah..not that much.

Ayane: Storm still on offense....and pulls up Blink--inverted Atomic Drop!! Now sends her to the ropes...Storm off the ropes--ROLL THROUGH with the Canadian Maplel--

Roll back further...Schoolboy roll up by Blink!!...

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ESCAPE by Storm!!

Pamela: WHOOO-HOOOO!!! That WAS her best bet right there...but Storm got out of it!!

Ayane: Storm nearly got her with the Mapleleaf...Storm grabs the leg...yanks her up by it--now--kick right into the lower abdomen from Blink...repeated ones now!! Storm doubled over--what the...?! o_O! She hooked the arms and... is she?!! YES!! PEDIGREE!!! SHE DID TRIPLE H'S FINISHING MOVE!! She is the Game tonight, and Storm is caught by surprise with that move! Blink falling off balance Storm crawling back up now...still--Blink bounces off--CATCHES STORM--SWINGBREAKER!!! SWINGBREAKER!!

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*ding, ding, ding*

"The Winner of this match...and NEW #1 contender for the World Title....BLINK!!!"

Ayane: Blink has done it!! Overcoming to the odds to beat the former World Champion and Lance Storm for a title shot!

"It Just Feels Right" (her real theme) begins to play as Blink is pulled her feet by the referee.

Pamela: Hell, she can barely stand!

Ayane: Yeah, but she can relax a bit now...since the match is over....she'll go on to face Triple H for the EAW Title!! See you on RR folks!!