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Your hosts are Megan Eko and Paul Heyman! We open to a a shot of the fans in the arena, with various signs show, such as: "BROCK FEARS OSEIKO!" "SILENT HILL = RYOKAMILAND!" "Summerslam/Unforgiven Spoiler: HHH Wins." "Make my RVD Extra Crispy!", "Kane will be back in the War of the Colossal Red Beast." "Shane--start up a Kane-burger franchise!"; "Michael's Mystery Partner...IS ME, JIM!!" Back to the ring... when suddenly "Baseline" by Quarashi cues up! A large group of catgirls begin to come out to the ring. They're dressed in basic clothes. Sexy though, most of them. There's a Black cat, a calico, and a 12 year old that looks a bit crazy....Another black one, in sporty like clothing, a golden tabby, a white-furred beauty...Three more join the group... a gray cat-girl, a siamese-ish one, and tailless Manx cat-girl! And as they stop to wait... out comes the erstwhile EAW Booker himself, Seijimei Kuroido!! He smiles at his bevy of beautiful cat-girls, then leads them all to the ring, where they slide or jump in! Seijimei grabs the mic and immediately begins by saying, "WHAT'S UP PHOENIX!!!!" to a huge pop. "I've been away too long... but no longer because the EAW is where I belong! And it's about time I started taking the initiative around here!!" The most beautiful of them all is holding onto his arm, smiling. She looks human except for her red cat ears that match her red hair, and a bushy red tail. Those who've followed EAW enough recognize her as Seijimei's demonic wife, obviously shapeshifting a bit for his pleasure. Seijimei smiles at Faith, then looks to the crowd. "See, the reason why I came back is simple... people don't know their place! Waters, you're the reason I came back! Being so shameful, abusing your power as booker by joining the nWo! That's not cool, y'know!" He looks out to the stage. "... That's why I'm booking myself in a match! Against you on EAW Aggression!!" The fans cheer as Seijimei makes the announcement. NEW WORLD ORDER! "Through The Night" suddenly cues up over the speakers as the screen goes black and white. Booker Chris Waters comes out, shaking his head slightly. However...he's not alone...as a certain 7'2" behemoth accompanies him to the ring. Seijimei pauses, looking to both Waters and Paul Wight. "Wait a second! Wait just a damn second, I said for YOU to come out here! I didn't say anything about Paul Bunyan over there..." The girls all spread out in the ring, a few of them looking ready to fight while a couple ready to jump out of the way. The crazy looking 12 year old is trying to leave the ring and run up at the nWo members, but Faith is holding her back by her tail. Paul Wight gets onto the apron first, holding the ropes open for Waters as he gets in, then follows over the top rope, as Waters actually snatches the mic from Seijimei. "Phoenix, Arizona...you are now nWo Country!" The nWo portion of the crowd cheers loudly, even starting an nWo Chant. Seijimei sighs, then gets another microphone. "Yeah... nWo. A pseudonym synonomous with deceit and a total lack of respect..." Seijimei gets up to Waters' face. "Well, right back at you. You see, you got the Lunatic Fringe after you guys, but I hope you don't discount the EAW too soon... I'm here to ensure that the EAW drives the nWo out." "Blah blah blah blah blah...same old song and dance heard SO many times before." Waters says, rolling his eyes. "Listen...Seij...word of advice, GET A LIFE! We're doing our part to improve the wrestling business...we don't need fanatics like you mucking it up." "I hardly call the things you guys do 'improving' anything!" Seijimei says. In fact, I'd say you're slowly killing the EAW! Vince McMahon said it best when he said the nWo was a poison." "You actually believe something Vince McMahon said? Man, you ARE dumber than I thought." Waters says with a chuckle, Wight chuckling as well. "You watch mouth!" The Siamese cat-girl shouts; she seems to be a homo felidae; like Faith is, human save for cat-like ears and a tail. She's also Asian in descent. "You no be talking bad about Seijimei!" "Yeah!" states the Calico catgirl. She's human, but with fur on her and ears and tail, like Ariel. "Kuroido is a good man! A very good man and he'd do your job a thousand times better than you!" The other cat girls seem to agree...but Waters glares. "Kuroido...unless you want Wight to make Chinese food out of your friends here, I suggest you tell them to back off." Seijimei glares at Wight, but has the other cat-girls back off. "... All right... let's not get too hasty... Waters, I'm here to help defeat the nWo, and the one thing I shall do is remove you from power as the nWo booker." Waters chuckles. "Fat chance of that. I was hired by David Flair himself to be nWo Booker...and as EAW Booker, I have a 5-year contract. Besides...think of it this way, if it wasn't for me, that little pretender to the throne Oseiko wouldn't even have gotten the chance at the belt." he notes, playing up his usefulness. "THAT'S why I must remove you..." Seijimei says coldly. "Remarks like that directed towards worthy EAW Superstars is tantamount to out and out fascism." The Chinese cat-girl's ears twitch, then looks to her fellow cat-girls and climbs out of the ring. The others quickly follow. "Why should I listen to the deluded views of someone into bestiality?" Waters asks with a smirk. "And when have opinions became cause to remove someone from power? If that was the case, than Gokuo should have been removed from presidency LONG before President Flair took over." "Really..." Seijimei walks around Waters, looking up at Paul Wight; the Devastator easily towers over the 6' Kuroido. "... The former Big Show... I do have to give you credit... you're tough... strong and you got a huge size advantage over most everyone here, you know that?" Wight smirks. "That's why he's going to be the next Triple Crown Champion, Kuroido." Waters states. "He's already booked for a match at Extreme Zone against X for the belt." "Well... I hate to inform you... contrary to popular belief, size doesn't matter." And with that, Seijimei hits Wight with a One-Inch Punch that sends the big man literally tumbling out of the ring!! Waters blinks in surprise...but then glares, and goes to hit Seijimei with a roundhouse kick to the head. Seijimei ducks, then elbows Waters in the gut, then spins around and grabs him from behind, lifting him up as if about to do an atomic drop... but then drops him, catching him into a modified chokeslam!! Quickly Seijimei slides out of the ring as the fans cheer him, "Baseline" cueing up! Waters, holding his back, glares at Seijimei...flipping him off as he glares. Seijimei smiles going back to his cat-girls who were waiting for him at the stage, he takes Faith into his arms and kisses her deeply, and the fans cheer even louder! Faith holds onto him, kissing. The catgirls clap and cheer, a couple looking a bit envious. Waters seems to be mouthing "This isn't over" while in the ring...Show looking like he wants to tear Seijimei a new asshole. Scene switch to the back... Ariel's sitting on a crate on her hands and feet. She then looks, and smiles as a soda bottle flies from off-camera and Ariel catches it! She looks at it, then cocks her head. "dnL?" "Hey, that's all they had, squirt..." JC says as he approaches Ariel, a dnL in his hand too. "Either this or nothing... still a good soda even if it IS a part of a tired soda war thing." "Yeah..." =^^= Ariel noddles, and opens her soda to drink it down. Suddenly, without warning, a steel chair blasts JC Stone in the back of the head HARD, with a resounding crack! JC gasps out and goes down like a ton of bricks! Ariel eeps and quickly jumps up, latching onto a ventilator shaft grating. "J.C.!" =0.0!= Standing there is Max Connelly, a sick grin on his face. "So, you want to attack someone when they're not looking? Let's see how YOU like it!" he says, picking up JC, not aware of Ariel just yet, and repeatedly slams J.C.'s head against the wall as hard as he can. JC is unable to defend himself as he gets attacked! Soon his eyes glaze over as he slips into unconsciousness! Ariel has seen enough... and ATTACKS Max, leaping on top of him and trying to put him in a sleeper hold! Max gasps out, reaching around to get to Ariel, but not able to. However...another figure comes in, pulling Ariel off of Max roughly. That figure...is a pissed off looking Ryan Hardley, who puts Ariel in a full nelson...as Max glares at the kid. "If you value your welfare, I'd suggest you stay out of this." he states, going back towards JC. "NO! LET ME GO--OWWW! STOP!!" Ariel kicks and screams as she uses all her strength to try to get free. Max seems to be sick of hearing Ariel's screaming...and pulls a handful of napkins out of his pocket, and shoves them into her mouth as Ryan holds her...before going back to work on JC. JC is helpless as he's attacked, and Ariel still struggles to get free. Quickly, EAW officials and security comes in to break up the skirmish! The officials may be surprised by two more figures coming in and attacking THEM...they being the Hardley Boyz. Ryan smiles. "Oh no...WE decide when we're finished." he says, as Max grabs JC by the hair, and starts dragging him to the ring. JC manages to grasp at Max's arm as he's dragged. Ariel keeps struggling, muffled scream from her stuffed mouth. The Hardley Boyz pull out two sets of cuffs...cuffing Ariel's hands and legs together...carrying her to the ring as well as Max dragging JC by the hair. Max pulls out a mic. "Well, it seems that tonight's going to start off with a bang, doesn't it?" he begins with a smirk, tossing JC into the ring with ease. "JC, you made a mistake last show by attacking Ryan...NO ONE attacks my business partner without repercussions." JC manages to come to, slowly getting to one knee as Ariel struggles to get up, using a ring corner to get to her feet. She looks to JC pleadingly, as if wanting him to do SOMETHING. Max puts JC in the Death By Torture as he motions for the Hardleyz to do something. "Well JC...I hoped you enjoyed the preliminary, because it's about time to go out in a...well...blaze of glory!". As Max says that, the Hardleyz pull out two tables...and a can of gasoline. Ariel gasps out loud, eyes wide, and she really goes all out to try to escape, child-like/cat-like muscles straining to get hands free... and surprisingly, she breaks the handcuffs!! Before Ariel can get too far...Ryan drives a knee HARD into her gut...as the Hardleyz ignite one of the tables. "Burn JC...burn..." Max says, as the Hardleyz pick up JC and double-powerbomb him through the first fire table. JC's body convulses and almost on instinct he rolls to get the flames out, ending up rolling out of the ring! A ring official's quick enough to pour a water cooler full of ice on him to keep him from burning even more. Meanwhile, Ariel coughs softly, tears welling up in her eyes. Max smiles. "Boyz...I've had my fun...you take it from here." he says, rolling out of the ring...as Ryan Hardley tosses Ariel roughly towards his brothers, igniting the OTHER table. But then suddenly... the fire goes out...? Ryan blinks...then glares. "LIGHT IT AGAIN!" he commands his brothers. Almost on cue, the stage area erupts in flames!!! "A Violent Reaction" cues up and emerging from the flames, walking with a purpose towards the ring... is KANE!!!! The Hardleyz blink in surprise...as Ryan dives out of the ring to make a clean getaway. Kane slides into the ring and immediately attacks! A big boot to J-Von sends him down, followed by a thrust to the throat of Bubba Matt!! Ryan then slides back into the ring...with a metal baseball bat, and swings it right into the small of Kane's back...apparently hoping that this takes the big man down. Kane... just stands there! He turns around and looks to Ryan, his head cocked... and seizes his throat!! Pushing him back towards the table, which Ariel's rolled off of, Kane lifts him up into the air, about to deliver his Divine Tragedy chokeslam-- Before Ryan can be put through the table...the Hardleyz pull him away, and they all make a getaway...backing up in both fear and anger of Kane. Ariel looks up to Kane and smiles gratefully, then quickly goes to check on JC. Kane smiles, then raises his hands up, heat visibly radiating from his body... as he throws his hands down, the heat rushes from and ignites the turnbuckles in a burst of flame as "A Violent Reaction" cues up yet again! **Commercial Break** When we come back, we find Megan Eko and Paul Heyman at the announce table, getting settled... Megan: Welcome back everyone and thank you for joining us! At the top of the show we were told to withdraw from the area due to the situation you just saw, which is why weren't here to welcome you to the show initially--but we're on the air, everything seems to be restored to normal, and we can get to live action momentarily! Paul: That Kane though--we shouldn't allow a monster like that to be running loose! I don't care if it's WWE or EAW! Megan: I think Kane wasn't exactly running amuck, he was just protecting Ariel and JC from those cowardly Crimson Knights. Paul: OH sure, that sounds good and everything, but it's just vigilante justice--they're nothing like Ryokami, you can have security take care of problems like that. Megan: If only things were that simple--well, folks, getting back to our schedule, we're kicking off the show with a tag team bout--both of these teams are a bit short on experience together, but separately they're all intense and extremely talented competitors-- Paul: And in the case of Savvy and Arianna, their ex-tag partners have gone forward to overshadow them. Megan: Some would say that--others would say that their partners have gone on to be extremely hated and worthy of, as they say in jolly old England, "a bloody good thrashing." "Set It Off" by P.O.D. cues up, and Arianna comes out, and the music cuts off to "All My Friends Crush You" By Neurotica. Megan: This team formed rather recently, and as Paul mentioned, are former members of tag teams themselves--rather successful but short-lived ones. I had the "pleasure"--if one can call it that, of interviewing Arianna's former tag partner Lexay... Paul: And a rather UNPROFESSIONAL job of it! Can you not keep your bias out of it? Megan: If I was an anchorperson or journalist, yes I could, but that's not my job description--play-by-play announcer, VP of talent relations and interviewer--nowhere does it say I have to kiss those two-bit sluts' asses, Paul. So shut your cakehole. =P Paul: Oh--Ahhh, I see. I wish I had a monthly excuse to be bitchy. Megan: I am not--*sigh* Anyway, with you, who could tell the difference?!!! Paul: Hey! Try to be professional here. Megan: Grr..anyway, here's a team that I'm glad to see, since they're good sports as well as good wrestlers. Arianna and Savvy get to the ring, high fiving each other as the crowd cheers. It dies down after a bit... "One Girl Revolution" by Superchic(k) cues up, and the crowd begins cheering anew. Megan: This will be quite a test for this team, having to face a team with the Cruiserweight Champion on it! Paul: Yeah, but it's all about tag teaming--I mean, I fail to see the point of having your Cruiserweight Champion barely defend the title but wrestle in tag matches. Megan: Well, until the tournament determines a number one contender, Molly practically has a free pass to hold onto the title, however, the result of the tournament will provide a challenger extremely capable of taking the title in one shot. Paul: IF it's that challenger's night. It's all about who is the better wrestler on a given night--or who's better at cheating. All depends, of course. Megan: Well, these days with so many poor sports and cheaters that's actually a valid point, Paul. However, all four of these competitors respect the rules laid down for them, and we should see a clean bout determined solely by skill and athletic ability. Paul: BOOOORING!! "Eroica"--final movement--cues up as Molly waits on the stage, and Mike Sanders appears from the back, and they lock arms before walking the rest of the way down to the ring. Megan: After hearing what Molly had to say in her interview with you, Paul, Sanders decided he needed to be a little more direct. Paul: Hmph...well, right now all's well and fine, but she'll fail in this romance too, probably. If a tough, rugged, manly man who can be gentle as a lamb like Spike Dudley isn't good enough for her, you think she'll have success with this stuffed short or a comic book geek? Megan: I thought you LIKED the Hurricane. And this one is actually a real superhero, you know. :P Paul: I'm pretty sure Helms would trade a superpower or two for the ability to actually talk to women, but that's another matter entirely. Regardless of my personal opinions, all four of these competitors are as skilled as you say--Savvy and Arianna the more unorthodox of the teams, and Molly and Mike the more technically sound. It likely will come down to teamwork to determine who can pull off the win here-- *ding, ding* Arianna and Savvy vs. Molly Holly and Mike Sanders Sanders offers for Molly to start for their team, and she enters. Arianna enters for her team, and the two meet in the center of the ring, shake hands, before backing away waiting for the bell. *ding, ding* They tie up, Molly taking over with a side headlock, but Arianna taking her off her feet. Molly holds onto the hold down to one knee, but Arianna suplexes her down the mat, freeing herself. Arianna grabs the arm, wringing it and pulling Molly up by force. Back elbow by Molly, and she shoots into the ropes--comes off with a flying back elbow on the return. Molly pulls up Ari, suplexing her near Sanders' corner. Sanders puts a boot across the throat momentarily, and Molly drives a pair of elbows into the inner thigh. Tag made, and Sanders comes in--and they use a wishbone to continue attacking the area. Sanders puts Arianna into the corner, chopping at her chest before picking her up and dropping her across the top rope. Megan: A clear focus here for the Sanders/Holly team, apparently trying to damage the hamstring region, likely with a submission in mind. Paul: Smart strategy, particularly against a high-flying like Arianna. Sanders tags in Molly, and the pair hit a double atomic drop on Arianna. Molly rolls Ari over, attempting a single leg crab. Arianna fights back, preventing Molly from locking it in, and scoring a quick roll up--kick out before a one, but Arianna manages to get her bearings. Shoulderblock on Molly, and Arianna throws her out of the ring by the neutral corner. She follows out afterward, leaping off the apron and hitting a clothesline takedown. Molly gets up slowly, but Arianna leaps on her back, locking on a chokehold. Molly stands partway up, hitting an inverted jawbreaker to break the grip. Molly rolls Arianna back into the ring, and Arianna keeps rolling, nearly getting to her corner before Molly grabs her by the angle just short of her goal. Molly cuts her off, pulling her up and setting her up for a Springplex on a neutral side of the ring. She drops her across the top rope onto her upper thighs, and attempts to suplex her from there, but Arianna counters with a neckbreaker variation!! Cover by Arianna, One! Tw--NO! Megan: Arianna rolling towards her corner after a great counter on Molly--makes the tag to Savvy!! Savvy comes in, immediately leveling Molly with a clothesline, sending her into the ropes, then tosses her hard with a butterfly suplex. Molly gets up slowly, taking Savvy by surprise with a drop toe hold. She leaps atop her, attempting a Death Lock, but Savvy quickly gets to the rope for the break. Molly is able to recover and make the tag to Sanders. Sanders comes in, and charges towards Savvy--Savvy ducks a clothesline, and waistlocks him, taking him down to the mat, locking on a chinlock. Sanders fights to break free, but gets caught in a shoulderlock suplex takeover, and gets pulled up and thrown into the ropes, and short powerbombed!! Savvy goes to the apron, slingshotting over and dropping the leg, but Sanders kicks out before two. Pick up for a suplex, but reversal into a small package! Savvy kicks out! Sanders recovers, arm dragging Savvy twice, then locking on a hammerlock, and scoop-slamming her from that move. Sanders then locks on a scissored armbar, tugging back hard to hyperextend the joint. Savvy refuses to give, and Sanders gets up, pulling Savvy to her feet by her arm. Armwringer, but Savvy reverses, hook-kicking Sanders. She then pulls him up, slamming him to the mat in a chokeslam similar to the Side Effect. She grabs Sanders by the ankles, reaching around his waist with a waistlock, and hoisting him up and a dropping him in a facebuster. She leaps over, grabs him in a headlock on the mat, but he powers up, atomic dropping her to break her grip. Arm drag by Sanders, and into a half nelson...Savvy back up, and she hoists him overhead with a fireman's carry, and drops him stomach first across the ropes. Tag to Arianna, who front-facelocks him--SUPLEXING HIM FROM THE RING TO THE FLOOR!! Molly looks concerned, as Arianna and Savvy both stomp away on Sanders on the outside. They boost him up and drop him throat-first across the security railing, before throwing him back into the ring. Arianna does a slingshot body splash on top of Sanders, covering for . . . ONE! . . TWO! --Kickout! Arianna snapmares Sanders, picking him up, kicking him in the midsection, and driving him to the mat with an Evenflow DDT. She goes for a neckbreaker, but Sanders counters, turning it into a backslide--kickout at one! Arianna quickly with a snap suplex on Sanders to put him back down. Arianna pulls Sanders back up, whipping him into the corner. She taunts Molly, then goes for a backspring elbow--DROPKICK by Sanders in the middle of the back stops her midmove!! Sanders quickly to his corner, tags in Molly! Molly comes in, and Sanders grabs Savvy by the ankles, catapulting her as Molly slingshots over the ropes, catching her with a springboard Molly Go Round!! Arianna rolls onto her stomach to prevent from behind pinned. Sanders picks up Molly, and drops her as Molly extends her legs, legdropping Arianna in the middle of the back. Molly pulls Arianna to the center of the ring, applying a half-crab again. Ari is able to crawl to the ropes to get a break, though. Molly pulls her up, German Suplexing her towards the center of the ring, holding on, then repeating, hitting a second one--Ari blocks an attempt at a third, goes behind, and German Suplexes MOLLY for a bridge-- . . . ONE! . ..kickout, as Molly's still very fresh. Arianna pulls Molly up, whipping her to the ropes and clotheslining her on the rebound. She picks up Molly and drops her into a kneebreaker, and drives Molly's knees into the mat. Arianna then drapes the right leg across the bottom rope, driving her body weight down upon it. She goes up to the top to prepare for an elbow drop across the knee, but Molly rolls out of the ring to safety. Arianna climbs down to the apron, rushing towards her and catching her with a diving clothesline as Molly gets up! Arianna picks her up and throws her back into the ring. Molly reaches to tag Sanders--chopblock by Arianna cuts that short, and she drags her towards the center of the ring, tagging in Savvy. Savvy comes in, and whips Molly to the ropes, and they hit a Double Flapjack, then Savvy applies a Boston Crab, as Arianna hits the ropes and dropkicks Molly into both knees. Arianna then boosts up Molly, and Savvy hits a neckbreaker from that position, and covers her as Arianna goes to the outside... . . . ONE! . . TWO! --Kickout! Savvy pulls up Molly, setting her up for a Phoenix Arrow--but Molly counters, taking Savvy down with an armbar, then a pair of knees into the midsection. Off the ropes--Savvy ducks the clothesline--Molly hits the ropes, vaulting off with a cross body, taking Savvy down to the mat. Molly goes up to the second rope, springing off with a Moonsault, into the cover-- . . . ONE! . . TWO! --Kickout! Molly eggs on Savvy to get up, and hits a swinging neckbreaker from a running position, then sets up a Valentine Neckbreaker--Savvy blocks, hitting a Belly to Belly Suplex. Savvy pulls her up by the throat--Molly with a headbutt surprises her, and Molly tags in Sanders. Double clothesline on Savvy--Sanders sets up a German Suplex, and Molly adds a neckbreaker to it on the way down. Molly goes to the top rope, and Sanders boosts up Savvy, and Molly leaps off, driving Savvy stomach-first into the knee of Sanders!! Sanders covers-- . . . ONE! . . TWO! . . --Kickout! Sanders pulls up Savvy, going for an Overdrive, but Savvy blocks it, grabbing the leg and hitting a quick Dragon Screw. She tags in Arianna, and the pair hit a double suplex on him, and Arianna locks on a reverse Figure Four, as Savvy hits a Moonsault/Legdrop combination. The pair then locks on a double single-leg crab, although the referee forces Savvy to exit the ring. Arianna continues to focus on Sanders' legs, but he catches her with a fireman's carry takedown, doing the same to her with an Indian Death Lock. Sanders tags in Molly, and attempts an Orange Crash on Arianna, but she counters into a Facebuster!! Arianna off the ropes, and hits an Ari-Go-Round on Molly, but as she goes up to the top rope, Sanders gets up, grabs her by the waist, and drops her face-first across the top turnbuckle. German Suplex on her from that position--Molly locks on a Texas Cloverleaf. Arianna bridges up, fighting free, and Belly to Bellys Molly, but Molly back up, and attempts a backdrop--Arianna blocks, snapmaring Molly over. She pulls up Molly, going for a Diamond Cutter, but Molly reverses, hitting a Valentine Neckbreaker--Cover-- . . . ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!! *ding, ding* "One Girl Revolution" cues up... Capetta: Here are your winners, the team of Molly Holly and Mike Sanders!! Megan: A sensational win--and some innovative double teaming from both teams in this match. Paul: That, I'll admit--even the Dudleys could take some notes on this match! Megan: Well, don't go anywhere folks, because the night's just starting! There's plenty more to come... **Commercial Break** As we come back from break, "Broken" cues up.. Megan: Welcome back to Mayhem, everyone! We've just been informed that the number one contender for the EAW World Title, Michael Connelly, will be out here in a moment to announce his tag team partner for the upcoming tag match. Paul: Right. Oseiko's chosen "Stone Cold" Steve Austin as her tag partner, so Michael'd better have somebody good in mind. Megan: Well, here comes that hussy Atlantis, leading her charge to the ring. I'm sure the two of them put their heads together to come up with a good choice to counter Oseiko's. Paul: Well, don't think Michael hired Atlantis to do all this thinking for him, he's just chosen her to do the more mundane tasks and help him on his road to his second World Championship. I'm sure he'll have just the right partner for the job! Michael and Atlantis get inside the ring...and Atlantis takes the microphone. Atlantis: Pheonix, Arizona, allow me to present your future, new EAW World Heavyweight Champion! Master of several wrestling styles--a skilled mat technician as well as a gifted high-flyer! He has a vast knowledge of wrestling holds, and combined with his martial-arts training he's a lethal weapon even unarmed. He's the man you love to watch in the ring, the man you women dream of, but all of you love to hate. From Mars, Pennsylvania, currently residing in Pittsburgh! The Dawning Legend, Michael Connelly!!" Paul: *cheers and claps* Megan: *gags* Michael does a leaping split and a backflip, then leaps forward and takes the microphone. "Oseiko has already announced her partner, so now the pressure is on me to deliver. Oseiko had a lot to say...sounded good, but you know--talking about honor so much then picking AUSTIN as your partner seem to be contradictory. Now, even if that matter about the evil Debra is 100% true--that doesn't make the Austin we know a saint. This is the same guy that assaulted non-wrestlers without provocation. This is the same guy who broke into Brian Pillman's home to try to assault HIM after breaking his ankle, requiring him to defend himself with a gun. This SAME AUSTIN unzipped his pants and literally urinated on a legend in this business!! Really classy guy, he is. GREAT choice, Oseiko," Michael shakes his head. "And you, Austin--you think it's all about the title? Don't project your beliefs onto me, you boorish thug. You said long ago that if you're not here to try to get the title, you don't belong here at all--and that applies for whatever company you worked for. I believe that should be every wrestler's ultimate goal here. HOWEVER, that doesn't mean it has to be the main and only driving force for someone here. The title means a lot to me, but also the money, the lure of the exposure. The more tension between champion and challenger, the more intrigued fans are. The more--they'll pay to see the outcome. The title is important yes, but also the money, the exposure--the possibility of a movie career down the line. Those are all very much important. The desire you have for this business doesn't have to be limited to just titles, Steve. So in short, you were wrong. "Now, as for my partner...I have made my choice. I've talked to several possible candidates, and even the person I selected does not know for certain who I've picked. So, Atlantis and I talked it over..." Michael hands the microphone to Atlantis. Atlantis nods, taking the microphone, "So, after much debating on the matter, and careful consideration, Michael's tag team partner at Extreme Zone will be A--" NEW WORLD ORDER! Before Atlantis continues, the screen goes black and white, and the strains of "Superstar" cue up, as "The Legend Killer" David Flair comes out. He's wearing not an nWo shirt...but his "David 187" shirt, letters in the style of the original "Austin 3:16" shirt, and the words "Your Legend Dies Here" on the back. He marches to the ring with a purpose. Michael looks confused, but interested... Paul: Was she about to announce David? Megan: Unless his name starts with A... Paul: Maybe she was about to say, "a man who needs no introduction," or "a willing challenger to Michael when he wins the title," or "a great wrestler and future Hall-of-Famer" or something like that. David slides in the ring...and having planned this...a fireworks display like the one he had at the last PPV explodes suddenly all around...David basking in it all. Megan: *grumble* Egomaniac. Paul: Hey! Mikey may be a little full of himself, but that's the next EAW Champion you're talking about! He's earned it! Atlantis signals for the music to be cut, and hands the microphone to Michael. "David--did you hear your name mentioned? I sure as hell didn't." David smirks...and pulls a microphone out of his pants pocket...then puts a hand on Mikey's shoulder, chuckling a bit. "Oh Mikey...Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. You know...I wanted to talk to you before you made a big mistake about your patner choice...because I have a good idea who you were about to pick." "Well, first of all, let me commend you on the nice custom job to that shirt--you find it in the 'white trash' bin at the local Goodwill?" Michael notes, changing the subject. David seemingly ignores that comment. "Now...if I'm not mistaken...your partner that you were going to choose was someone that you had talked about teaming with before...former Triple Crown Champ...Ego possibly bigger than Hogan's...black and white hair...tell me if I'm close at all." "Black AND white hair...former Triple Crown Champ...ego," Michael puts them all together, "Oh--you suspect Akiko, correct?" Michael asks. "Yes...and I'm here to tell you, that's a VERY bad decision...seeing who you're facing." David states, apparently making a pitch to Mikey. Atlantis takes the microphone, "Well, you rudely interrupted--what's your business here, David?" she asks. David smiles. "Ms. Martel, Mr. Connelly...I want to tell you quite simply that your best choice to compete against Austin and Oseiko is not Akiko, or anyone else in the company...except for yours truly." Michael asks, "And--your reasons for that, please?" "OK...first off: Akiko is a friend to Oseiko. If in a match with her, when she's not Pogo-Chan, then her friendship could get into the way. I have no such weakness holding me back." David begins. "Two, I have a deep, underlying hatred for Austin...and because of that, I will do whatever it takes to take him out. Three...unlike Akiko...I have held the World Heavyweight Title...and would know how to compete against another former World Champion, as well as the current. Need I go on?" Michael and Atlantis huddle together, and Michael takes the microphone as they break away, "I think you're severely underrating her ability, however--let's think about this from a purely business standpoint. "This is a tag team preview of sorts of our Pay Per View main events if you're the partner, as opposed to Akiko being in the spot. There's a bit more interest there--even though we've seen Akiko beat you before," Michael answers, rubbing it in. "So, despite that little indiscretion, I accept your offer," Michael smiles. David frowns a bit on the mention of Akiko beating him once...but shrugs it off. "Perfect. Think about it...the Dawning Legend and the Legend Killer standing side by side. It shall be...glorious!" "Alright, Oseiko," Michael looks towards the camera challengingly. "You have your partner, I have mine. May the better pair win..." he says, as the three exchange some handshakes. David grins sadistically to the camera. "Austin...187. 187..." is all he says as we go to break. **** We open to a shot of Sonnette, standing in the middle of a racing track--a graphic appears identifying her as: "Sonnette She smirks, "I'll race my trainers, I'll race a cheetah, I'll race your car, I'll race a RACE car. I'll race a bullet fired from a machine gun. I'll race the radio waves transmitted from a station headquarters. I'll race the Flash, 30 meters, 100 meters--and beat 'em all. At my speed, shoes don't really make much difference--I'll STILL beat you. However--those ordinary shoes only are good for that one thing... Sonnette then speeds off in the distance as we go to a wide angle shot, then we see her leap onto a set of rails around a long flight of stairs, dashing back and forth between them as it is shot in slo-mo, looking like a scene out of The Six Million Dollar Man, then leaping high into the air, somersaulting and landing on both feet. "But when it comes to grinding, I choose the original grinding shoe--SOAP!...that's the story." She then revs up, speeding off over the horizon, as we see a shot of the rails, which are glowing red-hot as the Soap logo appears on screen. **** *bzzzzzzz-zzzzzz-zzz-- "I'm a Slave 4 U," by Britney Spears plays throughout the arena, mostly to a few cheers and boos, but mostly catcalls as the Wolfpack's Cruiserweight Queen Bee makes her way to the ring. Megan: --and we're back! Coming up next, we'll be seeing one of the future stars of EAW getting a big chance at stardom. Sadly, she sports the nWo Wolfpack logo. Honey comes out, getting a mixed reaction, and wearing a baby nWo Wolfpack t-shirt, that hugs her body in quite a pleasant way... Paul: I don't think that logo ever looked better, though! Megan: Honey gets a chance to take on a top quality EAW star in Akiko tonight, in a match Akiko's even looking forward to. Paul: Well, I'm doubtful at just what Honey can do against Akiko--hell, face it, Akiko'll make short work of her--and I don't even like Akiko. =P Megan: Well, she should be given the benefit of the doubt. Honey removes the Wolfpack shirt, folding it up and gently setting it near the ringpost, waiting for her opponent... "Cherry Bomb" by Shonen Knife cues up next, and the crowd breaks into cheers... Megan: Akiko has yet to hold the EAW World Title, but the way she's broke into EAW so successfully since coming here from PWF, most fans and insiders agree it's only a matter of time before she adds that title to her growing legacy. Paul: Well, as much as a attention hog she is, she's still an amazing competitor. Shame that she just can't accept the greatness of David Flair. Megan: Well, David's not the story here--just two EAW stars, one a current big name, the other a future one, ready to get it on in the ring. Paul: Huh? Megan: Not THAT way. =P Honey is looking around a bit--likely wondering who or what may be watching her... Paul: You have to wonder just how that's playing on her nerves...that could really hurt her already small chances her tonight... Honey (of nWo Wolfpack) vs. Akiko Nakano *ding, ding* Honey comes flying out of the corner immediately towards Akiko--Akiko with a crescent kick counters, knocking out Honey. Akiko waits for her to get up, springing up and taking her over with a headscissors, then rains down palm strikes on the top of her head as Honey is held in place. Honey gets up, and Akiko comes off the ropes and attempts a Crucifix, but Honey counters, pressing Akiko overhead, dropping her and driving her own head into Akiko's abdomen, then drives forward, driving Akiko's back into the mat as Honey rolls through and leaps back up to her feet. Megan: Very athletic moves there from Honey, and quick thinking demonstrated! Akiko getting back up--rushes towards her and dropkicks her!! Honey taken by surprise, and Akiko going for a neckbrea-- Paul: Reversal, slipping free, and an inverted Atomic Drop!! Scoops up Akiko and hits a side backbreaker! Megan: Holding down across Akiko's chin to keep up the pressure on the back. Akiko trying to bridge up--Honey locking on a bearhug--squeezing tight, and a belly to belly suplex!! Paul: Honey isn't fooling around here tonight, running forward--DROPPING A KNEE into the upper back!! Megan: Keeping up the pressure, Honey going for a German Suplex--Akiko breaks free--hard kick into the small of the back! Honey on the second rope--Akiko vaults over--legdrop across the back of the neck!! Paul: Akiko showing off a bit, but also able to know just what to do in every situation--now vaulting over the ropes with a slingshot--into a SUNSET FLIP!! . . . ONE! . . . TWO!--Kickout! Megan: Honey rolling forward, pulling Akiko away by the ankles--quickly into a Boston Crab--Akiko crabwalking backwards, underneath her legs--tripping up Honey! Akiko into a Figure Four--foot right into the hinder by Honey breaking up that submission attempt--Honey ducks the spinning kick--CAUGHT with the other foot, however! Akiko locking on a hammerlock, now bending the neck--drives Honey into the mat with a neckbreaker variant! Now into a Triangle Choke! Paul: A move well known and feared in the ultimate fighting world--Honey trying to fight free of it--and gets the foot on the rope!! Someone with Honey's lack of experience wouldn't have been able to survive long in that hold. Megan: Akiko keeping it locked out just a few seconds longer before breaking--breaking the hold, but going back to the arm, pulling Honey away from the ropes by it, then DRIVING her knee into the elbow joint! Paul: Locking the arm backwards as Honey tries to get up--back elbow strike by Honey, and shoulder rams Akiko into the corner!! Megan: Honey charging in now, and MONKEY FLIPS Akiko out of the corner--lands hard on her back!! Akiko getting up--leaps off the turnbuckle with a front dropkick into the chest!! Cover by Honey-- . . . ONE! . . . TWO! KICKOUT! Paul: Honey seems to have an unusual amount of fight in her tonight--maybe it's due to the fact that so many doubt her, maybe she just wants to prove herself to her mentors, but Akiko seems to be getting far more than she bargained for here. Megan: Honey taking a breather for a moment, and now locking on a sideheadlock on Akiko--going for a Bulldog--COUNTER! COUNTER! Akiko with a belly to back suplex on the upstart!! Kippup, and a somersault legdrop across the throat!! Pulling her up by the head--snapmare--DROPKICK in the back of the head! Akiko off the ropes--rolling neck snap!! Paul: OOOOH--that could give you a case of whiplash, and Akiko softening up the neck of Honey. Megan: Pulling her up now--Akiko with a full nelson, wrenching back on the arm and neck--RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX!! Paul: HOLY--Honey landing right on the back of her head!! And that may have knocked her unconscious!! Megan: Akiko hooking the leg-- . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . ..KICKOUT! Paul: Honey looks pretty dazed, but was conscious enough to kick out there. Akiko checking to see if she's alright--SMALL PACKAGE BY HONEY!! . . . ONE! . . . TWO!--Kickout!! Megan: Honey playing possum there, suckering in Akiko, but wasn't enough--Akiko throwing Honey out of the ring, angrily now. Akiko climbs out to the apron, springing off, and hits an Asai Moonsault onto Honey on the outside!! Paul: Honey in a bad way, trying to make an escape--and Akiko rams Honey's shoulder into the steel stairs!! Megan: Hoisting her up--and drops her down onto the shoulder again!! Akiko now with hard kicks into the ribs, whips Honey into the guardrail! Paul: Akiko rolling Honey back into the ring, and doesn't look good for the youngest Wolfpack member ever admitted to their ranks--Akiko yanking the weakened arm and shoulder across the top rope, wrapping it around--raking the eyes on the rope!! Megan: Akiko not hesitant about bending the rules from time to time, and Akiko locking on a headlock--up the ropes for a Tornado DD--SPINEBUSTER COUNTER by Honey!! Paul: The hell?! Well, it wasn't a very powerful one, but it was one nonetheless. Honey demonstrating some incredible counters here tonight, and she'd damn well better take advantage now! Megan: Dragging Akiko away from the ropes to the center of the ring--what's she going to do now? Paul: SET UP!! Powerbomb coming up!! Megan: Hoisting up Akiko--drives her to the mat with the Powerbomb!! Cover-- . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . ...KICKOUT! Paul: Honey clutching that right arm, and Akiko's offense seems to have taken much of the sting out of that powerbomb of Honey's. Megan: Honey picking up Akiko--another Powerbomb? Yes--picking her up--DROPS AKIKO WITH A SECOND POWERBOMB!!--Jacknifing the legs now, Code Red style into a pinning combination-- . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . ...KICKOUT!! Paul: Smart move there with that pin followup, but the move seems too weakened to do the job just yet. Megan: Honey pulling up Akiko--whipping her into the corner...charging in--Akiko with a dropkick to the chest!! Up to the second rope--off the second rope with a clothesline as Honey gets up! Honey back up--Akiko with kicks to the chest--Honey ducking the Roundhouse--catches Akiko--suplex set up--blocked by Akiko--SPINNING NECK BRE--TWIST OF FATE!! TWIST OF FATE!! Akiko with the Twist of Fate, and the crowd popping huge on that one-- Paul: Akiko now going up to the top rope--SWANTON BOMB ONTO THE SHOULDER!! Hooking both legs-- . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!! *ding, ding, ding* "Cherry Bomb" cues up... Capetta: The winner of this matchup, by pinfall, Akiko Nakano!! Megan: And Akiko doing a little bit of showboating near the end, but pulling off the win against an extremely determined Honey! Paul: Well, Honey's probably going to be ticked anyway, losing again. And wins and losses are what count, Megan. Close only counts in horseshoes. Akiko raises Honey's hand and gives her a hug, before heading out through the crowd... Honey takes a few moments to rest, before she's about to climb out of the ring, though... Out from the crowd, an audience member pulls off a rubber mask--it's Ryokami!! He makes a beeline for Honey, who shrieks and runs out towards the other side of the ring-- Megan: RYOKAMI!!-- Paul: Oh shi-- Suddenly, lights go down throughout the arena--not all of them, but enough to cause mass confusion. The commentator's table seems to have its equipment down as well... There is enough light to see two figures running around the ringside area--until a third, a male figure, and a fourth, join in--and cut off Ryokami. They double team him, although he shoves the female aside, and Sudden Impacts the male... Another female figure appears, and as the scuffle continues, Ryokami ends up suplexed onto the announce table, and gets a Shooting Star Press from the apron through it!! Ryokami still fights back, climbing out of the rubble, and assaulting all those around him, before exiting towards the backstage--however, one of the female figures Superkicks the other male figure...seems to realize her mistake, then rushes towards the backstage... The lights go up, and we see a flash of blue before the female rushing towards the back disappears from view... The lights go up, and we see Oseiko standing over a fallen Bullwhip. Oseiko looks confused, not seeing where Ryokami or the other woman went to. Bullwhip gets up, dazed, and charges for Oseiko, trying to attack her!!-- Megan: We're back, folks...we've had some technical difficulties. Paul: Honey is hiding near the stairs, shooken up but apparently okay... Megan: And Bullwhip apparently thinks that Oseiko attacked him--security out here now, breaking them up...we'll need a commercial break to straighten this out, folks... -_- **Commercials** Megan: Welcome back, everyone! The lighting situation isn't 100% corrected--but it was more than a matter of flipping a few switches--it seems something literally chewed through some wiring to cause this. Paul: Something--canine-like? Megan: It seems so--Nexus apparently did this to aid his leader in this most recent attempt to get at Honey, but it was thwarted thankfully, by Bullwhip, Oseiko, and someone else... Paul: Well, I think we should be keeping Honey somewhere much safer from now on. Megan: Agreed, from the very first moment this happened. Hopefully Honey agrees... "Don't Mess With Me" by Lil Kim cues up, and the crowd reaction is mixed as Latina Heat make their way out. Lexay grabs a mic. "Phoenix..." She starts. "Are you ready to rock!" The fans cheer. "YEAH!" "Are you ready to Party?" "YEAH!" ¿Usted es tan estúpido y patético que usted concuerda automáticamente lo que digo? "YEAH!" Lexay and Shakira both busts out laughing. "Oh you are so pathetic! Did you have any idea what I was saying!" Lexay snickers. Shakira takes the mic as she explains. "She asked if you were so stupid and pathetic that you'd automatically agree with anything she said! Man, talk about a heard of sheep!" The crowd boos as Lexay takes back the mic. "Don't worry, we got something to make it up to ya. ¿Usted aprecia modelando? You like to see two beautiful Latina girls strut their stuff?" The crowd cheers. "Sorry...not tonight, but we have the next best thing! We're going to give you a pose, and for 15 seconds, you'll have the chance to get a Kodak moment of the best thing that has happened to your miserable lives." Shakira takes the mic back. "So get out your cameras boys, because now, it's...
Lexay smiles. "Oh, and Chris Kanyon! We saw you looking at us in both of our matches, and tonight? This one's for you!" She now takes out a Authentic NBA Los Angeles Lakers Jersey with the name "Bryant" printed on the back, as we as the number 8 on the front and back. Lexay now approaches Shakira who now moves back, scared of what "Kobe Bryant" might do to her. "Kobe" has her trapped in the corner as "he" now grabs onto her clothes in a motion to rip them apart as they both now freeze in that position for approximately 15 seconds. At about the 10 second mark though, "Freedom Fighter" by Creed cues up, and the crowd cheers loudly as the American Angels make their way to the ring. They look to be all business as the enter, and are ready for action when they get in. Latina Heat vs. American Angels Erica and Shakira start out the match with a tight grapple, and Erica uses her mat wrestling skills to get Shakira down to the mat, and wrenches away at her arm. Shakira manages to use her flexibility to get out of the move, squirming up to her feet, and she reverses the arm-wrench into one of her own...only managing to keep it on for a short time as Erica leaps up...going for a modified dropkick. She quickly tags in her brother, who quickly gets into the ring and trips Shakira down to her face. He seems to be setting up for a quick win, but Lexay manages to get the tag in before he can do anything with Shakira. Lexay kicks Kirk in the head as soon as she gets into the ring, knocking him down and allowing Shakira to get out of the ring. Lexay then hits Kirk with the Mach 1, and goes for the cover, but only manages to get a 2 count on Kirk, as he manages to kick out with ease. Lexay attempts to cover Kirk again, but he manages to slip out of it and get to his feet. Lexay turns around, and quickly gets caught with an overhead Belly-to-Belly suplex, making Lexay land roughly onto the mat. Kirk makes the tag to Erica again, and they manage to hit Lexay with the Patriot Plex. Erica goes for the cover, but only gets a two count when Shakira slides into the ring and kicks Erica off of her. Shakira and Lexay start to double team on Erica, but the referee doesn't stop them, as Kirk tries to get into the ring to protest these actions, but gets interrupted by the referee. Kirk gets back onto the apron shortly afterwards, and Shakira illegally gets into the ring to continue the match. Shakira starts to work away at the back of Erica, driving her knee repeatedly into her back...before going to put a Boston crab onto Erica. She wrenches the hold a bit, and when the referee isn't looking...Lexay slides into the ring and kicks away at Erica's face for a bit. She quickly slides out of the ring before the referee sees what happened, and Shakira drives her knee repeatedly into Erica's back as she's down on the mat. Shakira goes to the top rope, apparently going to give Erica a moonsault from the top rope...however she doesn't count on Erica realizing what's happening at the last minute, turning over and getting her knees up and catching Shakira in the gut. Erica takes this chance to quickly roll to her corner, making the tag to her brother as Shakira tags in Lexay. Kirk ducks a clothesline attempt by Lexay...grabbing her from behind and dropping her hard with a German Suplex. Shakira attempts to stop Angel...but when she gets too close, she gets an overhead Belly to Belly suplex for her troubles, and rolls out of the ring. Erica goes to keep Shakira out of the match while on the floor, while Kirk waits for Lexay to get back up to her feet...and when she does, catches her in the Olympic Slam, followed by the Ankle Lock...causing Lexay to scream in pain. He keeps holding the move on...but suddenly, the bell rings, despite Lexay not tapping. Kirk blinks, thinking the match is over, but the referee tells him that the match isn't over. On the outside, Erica has been taken out by Shakira, and Kirk is about to get back to the Ankle-Lock onto Lexay, Shakira slides in and catches him off guard, setting him up for the Spiral Powerbomb....and Lexay catches him with the Dragonrana while he's in the air. The referee counts, and a three count is awarded. The replay after the match shows that it was Shakira that rung the bell earlier in the match...Kirk looks visibly angry. **Commercial Break** Fade in from commercial. The founder of Deadman, Inc. walks past some techs in the backstage area, chewing tabacco noisily. A couple of cameramen and sound technicians on break nod respectfully as he stops at the craft services table to get a bottle of water. "Quite a number your brother did on the Hardley Boyz," one of them mentions, trying to start up conversation. The Undertaker stops, and looks at the young man for a moment. "Er, that is, he did a good job," the kid stammers quickly. "What they were about to do to Ariel was--" Undertaker shakes his head with a grin. "I getcha, I getcha. Relax, kid. I know my brother did good." Suddenly, without warning... The techs and cameramen on break scatter, and the Undertaker wobbles before crashing forward into the table! The figures of the Hardley Boyz stand there...grinning evily. Ryan steps foward. "Your brother sealed your fate...destiny shall be a cruel mistress for you." he says, as J-Von sets up a steel chair into a seated position. Bubba picks up Taker, and whips him towards Ryan, who attempts to drop toe-hold Taker onto the chair. "Y'd....bet'r get... job done..." Taker groans, instinctively, but vainly trying to fight off Bubba Matt and J-Von. "Oh, they will..." a new voice...that of Max Connelly, states. He sets up the chair on Taker's throat, ala the HHH/Taker feud set up for WrestleMania X-Seven. "Let's see if this brings back memories for you, Mark. You're the guy that makes people famous, right? Well the Hardleyz and I? We're already famous...for kicking sorry asses....such as yours." As Max talks...the Hardleyz have set up the fire table. Taker chokes, thrashing impotently with his arms, and kicking out in a rather pissed off manner. "Ah'm not kiddin', bitch..." Taker growls. "You'd BETTER kill me..." "Funny, I thought you were supposed to be the 'Dead Man'." Max states, grinning. "Besides...why kill you? Making you suffer is WAY more fun." he states...as Ryan has gotten a sledgehammer out. He...well, let's just say he decides to play golf with it as his club and Taker's crotch as the golf ball. Taker shouts out in a combination of rage and agony, writhing about as he stops struggling to get out from underneath the chair... Max smiles. "Hmm...I wonder, have you ever wondered how Foley felt at the 1999 Royal Rumble?" he asks, pulling out a pair of cuffs from his pocket. "Frosti and I were going to use these later, but I guess they'll be good here..." he says, cuffing Taker's arms behind his back after getting off the chair, then Ryan takes out a blindfold and puts it around Taker's eyes. They help Taker back up to his feet...before Max blasts Taker HARD over the head with the chair...then the Hardleyz pick Taker up...and Max knocks him down again, doing this over and over. Taker sells the first couple nicely, grimacing angrily with clenched teeth, growling in pain and rage, but after that, it becomes moot. Taker is UNABLE to sell after this, and the Hardley Boyz find him heavier and heavier to lift after each blast... Max tsks a bit. "And here I thought he was indestructable..." he says, grabbing a bottle of water and dumping it on Taker's face to seemingly try to revive him. All the water does is wash the blood off of Taker's face, except that which blots on the blindfold. Max takes the blindfold off of Taker, and holds his eyes open. "I think that it's time we do what Kane couldn't to you...Taker...you're about to feel what your brother felt all those years ago..." As Max talks, the Hardleyz are pouring gasoline on the Dead Man...singing "This is the way we burn the prick..." as they do so. Max nods when Taker is completely doused. "Fry him," is all Max says, stepping back to watch as Bubba Matt and J-Von double-powerbomb Taker through the table...stepping back so they don't catch on fire either. The Undertaker's broken, bloodied, gasoline-soaked form goes crashing into the depths of hell, as Mayhem fades to commercial... **Commercial break!** As we return from commercial, EMTs rush a trauma cart with a smoking body past the Big Red Machine in the backstage area! "Move, move, MOVE!" The head EMT, a busty blonde, shouts as the team rushes the steaming cart to the ambulance. "..." Kane blinks, then quickly follows. "Hey! What's going on?" he asks. "Kane!" comes the frantic voice of EAW's Michael Cole. He seems out of breath. "Your brother, the Undertaker... Hardley Boyz and Max Connelly... Gasoline... Fire Table..." He rasps and wheezes, obviously having run for quite a bit to find the Big Red Machine... "..." Kane looks back at the smoking body, his mismatched eyes narrowing. "... Those sons of..." He glares at Cole. "He's being taken to Aerith?!" "I... I think so," Cole nods, huffing. "... Good..." Kane adjusts his glove. "... I'm going to find them... I'm going to make them pay..." And with that, Kane leaves Cole and heads down the hallway. Megan: Well, that certainly doesn't bode well for Max and the Hardleyz... @_@ Heyman: Kane should be locked! He's a psychotic monster, in ANY REALITY! This just gives him an excuse to unleash that on EAW, like Raw must suffer it! Megan: Anyway, we're finally down to our main event! Kyouki Shoujo's Extreme Champ answers the challenge of the nWo Wolfpack's enforcer! Heyman: This should be good, Megan! Dare I say, this should be EXTREEEEEEME! "Psycobetabuckdown" by Cypress Hill hits on the PA as Bullwhip comes out with a negative reaction, ignoring the crowd's response during the process. Capetta: The following contest is scheduled for onefall! Making his way to the ring, the challenger, representing nWo Wolfpack-- Capetta cuts his announcement short as Trish NAILS Bullwhip from behind with her Extreme Title as he makes his way down the ramp! Bullwhip gets up and glares as he immediately charges towards her. Megan: Trish and Bullwhip wasting no time getting this started, laying into each other with vicious blows! Trish using that belt of hers to her advantage, ramming it into his head repeatedly to fend off his attacks! Paul: Bullwhip counters with a shot to the midsection. Some champion Trish is, hitting Bullwhip with a cheap shot. Megan: You would know, Paul, being the "innovator of Extreme" that in a match like this, you do whatever it takes to gain the upperhand! Trish taking the low road now, nailing Bullwhip where it hurts! And they aren't even in the RING yet! Trish hauling Bullwhip into the security railing, bashing his head repeated into the wall! Ha! Taking a fan's drink now and smashing it over his head! Paul: Bullwhip shrugging off now laying her out with a hard clothesline! Bullwhip brings out a poolstick. "Wanna cheapshot me, Bitch?" And with that he rams it into Trish's midsection repeatedly. Trish doubles over, eyes going wide with pain. "Whoulf!" She stumbles back a few steps, and doubles over as she faces away from Bullwhip and toward the ring. Bullwhip runs over and trips her over with his right foot, not wanting her to get off easy. He now pulls out a chain from his pants pocket as he wraps it around his fist as he now goes to hammer away on Trish. Megan: OH! And I think he may have broken Trish's nose before the match even officially starts! Trish clutching her nose now, swinging at Bullwhip blindly-- He dodges a few but some eventually land which stuns him for a few moments. Paul: And FINALLY they get into the ring, as Trish struggles a bit to haul her challenger in under the ropes! Not a wise choice, trying to muscle him around like that... Megan: Too true, Paul. Trish's advantage as an Extreme competitor don't lie in her brute strength, but we finally seem to have this match officially underway!  CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Bullwhip vs. "The Blue Tygress" Trish Stratus (c) Bullwhip goes under the ring as he then recover, regrouping a plan of attack. He then bumrushes Trish as she enters the ring, causing both of them to go back outside of the ring. He then grabs the poolstick and butchers her at the face relentlessly. Megan: The referee barely had time to ring the bell before Trish and Bullwhip got out of the ring again, Paul! Trish trying to block those swings from the poolstick, scrambling for cookie sheet from one of the Shopping Carts of Woe... and ramming into Bullwhip's throat! OUCH! Bullwhip drops the poolstick as he clutches his throat, trying to shrug it off. Paul: Trish smashing Bullwhip in the nose with that cookie sheet, and then tossing it away to get another toy to inflict pain with... clips his ankles with a kendo stick and chopping into his ribs with it as he falls! Bullwhip rolls around as he grits his teeth in pain from the shots. He then rolls out the way of the next shot as he counters another by grabbing ahold of the stick. Still holding the kendo stick, Trish flips into a somersault, and crashes onto Bullwhip with a Hardyz Leg Drop across the chest! She tosses the stick away, and applies an impromptu chokehold submission with her legs, wrenching tightly at him. Bullwhip decides that playtime's over as he somehow finds the strength to roll over and picks her up and counters with a quick powerbomb. Megan: Trish's body bouncing on the hard, unforgiving floor... the small amount of padding doesn't give one bit! Trish writhing now as Bullwhip starts to lay into her again! Bullwhip proceeds to continue his assault as he now, as JR would say, stomp a mudhole in Trish. Trish grabs Bullwhip's foot and twists hard, yanking him to the floor as she rolls away. She grabs a steel chair and cracks Bullwhip in the face with it, and she places the chair in front of Bullwhip's face as he lays against the steel steps. She sprints over to the railing and runs along the top of it, a la Jeff Hardy, and gives Bullwhip an improvised Van Terminator outside of the ring! This takes it out of Trish a little bit as well, but causes the crowd to give a raucous pop! Bullwhip is still dazed from the Van-Terminator as a crimson mask forms on his face. Trish lifts Bullwhip to his feet, leaving the chair on the floor as she twists him around for an Unprettier... Bullwhip has just "noticed"(read: Tasted) his own blood on his face as he shoves Trish into the ringpost. Bullwhip now seethes. "...That's it..." As he now reaches under the ring and grabs out a few barbed wire bats and a a sledgehammer. Trish shakes off stars as she raises her arms to lessen some of the impact of the blow, and then bulldogs Bullwhip as he turns his back to her to get his toys! Bullwhip slowly recovers...planing to go for the Chaos Gore... Paul: GOOOOOORE!!!!!! GOOOOOOOOOOOORE!!!!!!!!!!! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!!!!!!!!!!! Megan: Eek! Maybe not, Paul! Trish sidesteps, and Bullwhip crashes headfirst into one of the Shopping Carts of Woe! OUCH! That's gotta hurt! @_@ Bullwhip is nearly unconscious, Paul... That Chaos Gore attempt has really taken a lot out of him. Megan: Trish getting really vicious now, ramming that Cart into Bullwhip over and over! Bullwhip is virtually helpless, still recovering from the failed gore attempt as he asorbs the Cart shops... Trish then seems to get a crazy idea...and sets up the cart on top of Bullwhip...one side on him. She then climbs the top rope...and drops all her weight into the cart...collapsing it onto him. Bullwhip is taken out as he is then pinned, being the first pinfall attempt for the match, but kicks out at the count of two! Paul: The Blue Tygress is looking very frustrated at this first pinfall attempt, Megan... Seems to me she wants to get this over with quickly. Megan: Indeed, Paul... Trish setting up Bullwhip in a full-nelson for a Butt-Buster--! But Bullwhip counters with an impromptu chartbuster as he now gets a wicked idea... He goes outside of the ring as he now grabs out not one, but two tables which he places in the ring. He then sets them up, crossing each other into an "X" pattern. Next, he places her on top of the table as he then goes to the top rope for a moonsault attempt... Paul: BULLWHIP DESTROYS THE BLUE TYGRESS THROUGH BOTH TABLES!!!!!!!!! HE'S GOT THE PIN--NEW EXTREME CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Megan: NO!!!!!!! TRISH WITH THE SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE INSTANT!!!!!!!! She's still in the game, ladies and gentlemen, but she's fighting an uphill battle from here! That moonsault through the table should have finished her off, but she's still trying to fight! Paul: Bullwhip is tearing her apart, Megan! He's got her opened up, and the Blue Tygress now wears a red mask of her own blood!!!!! Bullwhip slowly recovers. That moonsault through the table has also taken abit out fo him as we as he now lays her out with a bicycle kick. Trish flails back and crashes onto her back from the kick, but as Bullwhip approaches her to lift her up, she cracks him over the head with the kendo stick, laying broken in the corner. It gets the job done, giving Trish the opportunity to reverse-kippup into a handstand and twist Bullwhip to the floor with a Hurricanrana! As Trish goes to lift up Bullwhip, he gives her a shot to the gut as he hits a neckbreaker to be 0.999999999% away from a 3-count. Frustrated, he now measures her, setting up for a 2nd Chaos Gore attempt. He now runs, but Trish sidesteps and uses his momentum for an Irish Whip into the ropes! She collides with Bullwhip for a Lou Thesz Press, and starts punching down viciously! Megan: Trish is giving Bullwhip a run for his money and... Heyman: Hang on! It's nWo Time! Here comes Eric Bischoff...and he's packing heat in the form of a steel chair. Megan: WATCH OUT TRISH! Paul: BLASTS HER WITH A STEEL CHAIR SHOT! Bullwhip recovers, realizing this, then goes to have words with Bischoff, apparently not too happy. Megan: Bischoff and Bullwhip arguing...but I don't think that he realizes what's happening behind them! Heyman: Wight, Waters, O'Reily and Flair all in the ring now...and they're apparently planning on something... Megan: The nWo pulling Trish by her limbs...stretching her out... Frosti then comes in with a chair as well as a sick smile on her face as she then taunts Trish a bit, next sets up a chair as then... Megan: Frosti going to...oh no... Heyman: Defroster! Defroster on that unfolded chair! Flair smiles at this. "Wight...lift her!" he says...as Paul Wight picks up Trish as high as he can over his head. Megan: Wight with the Chokeslam! Bishoff now instructing Bullwhip to go back on the match as the nWo exits the ring... Heyman: Here it is...new Extreme Champion here...WHAT THE HELL? HOW IN THE HELL DID TRISH KICK OUT OF THAT? Megan: Well, Trish showing great stamina in... Heyman: THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL SHE COULD HAVE DONE THAT! Bullwhip is abit shocked, thinking that the nWo did as much as to make sure Trish couldn't kick out. The nWo is in shock, and they all slide back into the ring, ready to make sure that Trish doesn't kick out again. Megan: This isn't right, Paul! >=\ This is damned mugging, not a title defense! The nWo is ganging up on Trish and it's as legal as a headlock! I can't stand it... Paul: Well, it IS Extreme Rules, Meg... Trish is good, but she should have anticipated for this... Megan: WAIT!!!!! Here comes the cavalry! Akiko and Oseiko, sprinting into the ring! Oseiko taking down Wight with a tornado DDT!!!!! Akiko laying out O'Reilly, and from the looks of things, she's gonna go POGO-CHAN IN A SECOND!!!!!!!! Megan: Look at the cowardly attack by Flair! He just hit Akiko in the back of the head with that metal baseball bat, and now is sliding out of the ring to let things just play out. Heyman: BRILLAINT tactical planning by Flair there! That's why he's the best world champion we ever had. Frosti goes for a superkick on Trish, but Bullwhip clotheslines Trish first, and Frosti ends up hitting Bullwhip! Bullwhip flops over the ropes, crashing to the floor, as Oseiko fights O'Reily and Wight to the back--AT THE SAME TIME. Akiko meanwhile, though staggered from Flair's baseball bat, gets into a struggle with Frosti as nWo Classic's only female competitor prepares Trish for a Splitting Edge, leaving only Trish in the ring... with David Flair. Flair smiles...and goes to clip Trish's legs out from under her, at the same time Bischoff and Waters set her up for a con-chair-to! Trish ducks this, however, and the chairs clatter together with a loud *CRACK!* as Trish lands on her back! She rolls behind Bischoff and Waters, and bulldogs both of them just as Bullwhip climbs back into the ring! The Wolfpack challenger then goes over to David Flair and shoves him angrily, having words and pointing an accusing finger to his nWo partners. Flair argues back...the words not being made out as both Bischoff and Waters roll out of the ring in pain. Megan: It looks like it may come to blows between Wolfpack and Classic now, with Flair and Bullwhip getting in each other's faces, Paull... Trish getting to her feet slowly, and lands a swinging neckbreaker on David Flair! And then up to Bullwhip! TWIST OF FATE! SHE MAY HAVE IT! Bullwhip is down! And she's up to the top turnbuckle... SWANTON STRATUS BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THE PIN!!!!!!!!!!! The crowds chants along with the referee's count: "ONE!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRE---------" Heyman: NO! BULLWHIP GETS THE SHOULDER UP! HE'S STILL IN THIS MATCH! Megan: Both Bullwhip AND Trish want to win this match...and will not stop fighting until they do! Heyman: Trish lifting up Bullwhip now for her X-Treme Stratusphere... can she pull this off? I think he's a little heavy for her to try THIS MOVE, Megan... Megan: Wait a minute...DAMN DAVID FLAIR! HE just blasted Trish in the back with that steel chair! Heyman: He's looking out for his allies, that's all! Flair now...he's putting Trish in the Legendary End! Megan: Trish is refusing to tap! She's biting her own hand to keep from screaming in pain, drawing blood! She refuses to yield, Paul! Don't give in, Trish! Not like this! David seems to adjust the move...so Trish is on her back while Flair holds the move on. "PIN HER DAMNIT!" he shouts to Bullwhip! Bullwhip glares at David and says to him, from reading his lips, "Fuck you, Flair!" He stares Flair down, even as he has the Legendary End locked in on Trish... Flair glares...not liking the fact Bullwhip isn't doing what he asked. Megan: Look at how valliantly Trish is fighting this...she just will not give up! Heyman: That shows how the bleach in her hair has affected her brain...if she were smart, she would have tapped by now! Trish grimaces, trying to roll around in the Legendary End, when Bullwhip says a few more hot-tempered words to Flair... and then stomps on Trish as she's held down! Reluctantly, he finally pins her shoulders to the mat. Flair lets go as the referee counts Trish's shoulders to the mat...and grabs the mic from Capetta. "YOUR WINNER, AND NEW nWo EXTREME CHAMPION...BUUULLLLLLLLLWHIIIIIIIIIIIIP!" he exclaims happily, pulling a can of spraypaint from his pocket. Megan: No, no, NOT THIS! C'mon, she's given everything she HAD to this match! Don't do this! Paul: This is what happens, when the nWo proclaims victory, Megan... Sad but true, they leave their mark on their vanquished foes! Megan: David tearing at the back of Trish's shirt to "brand" her... Ugh. This makes me sick... WAIT! AKIKO! AKIKO! Tackling David before he can spray Trish, and dragging her out before Bullwhip can react! Trish loses her title, but is saved from further humiliation! Flair glares...but shrugs...and for the camera to see, he takes the Extreme Title belt and sprays the letters nWo on onto it. "It's nWo property now..." he says with a grin. Megan: The EAW Extreme Title is now in the hands of the nWo! Folks! We're out of time! For Paul Heyman, this is Megan Eko, signing off Mayhem! Good night!
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