Instead of a fireworks display after the opening, the strains of the WWF/E produced song "No Chance In Hell" cues up to an EXTREMELY negative reaction from the crowd.

BG: Welcome to nWo Extreme Zone...BG Hyde here with Monoka...and I have to ask, do you know what this is about?

Monoka: Why would I know anything about this?

Suddenly, from the entryway comes...

BG: VINCE MCMAHON? What is HE doing here?

Monoka: Who knows? But the chants that he SO loves are starting up already!

BG: Well, Holy Wars has passed already, and we did NOT expect to see...

McMahon gets into the ring, pulling a microphone out of his jacket pocket. "All right, cut the music!" he shouts into the microphone, just glaring out to the crowd as the "Asshole" chants that he's got coming at him. "SHUT UP!" he shouts out angrily.

Monoka: Well, you have to admit...he has no lack of vocalization skills.

BG: But WHY is McMahon here?

McMahon glares out to the crowd. "You see, that's the biggest problem with you people...you don't appreciate someone that is much better than you are. You people here don't appreciate someone who, if it wasn't for me, none of you would even BE here right now! If it wasn't for MY vision, wrestling would be nothing more than a minor fad. I MADE wrestling what it is today! And you people show no appreciation of that!"

Monoka: Um...I'm torn on how to call this.

BG: McMahon exaggerating the points here, but that doesn't really matter, as the fans don't really agree with him...

"And I'll say this right now...as long as I live, there will NEVER be another crossover between EAW and WWE. Because quite frankly, EAW isn't worth my superstars' time. They have more important things to deal with than some two-bit promotion that can't even keep control. And quite frankly, I..."

The crowd ERUPTS in cheers at this, and gets even LOUDER when "Superstar" starts to play over the speakers. McMahon looks towards the entryway, an EXTREMELY angry expression on his face as he turns his gaze there.

BG: Well, David Flair's music playing...but Flair is not coming from the entryway...

Monoka: Because he's coming from behind! McMahon doesn't realize the nWo Classic Leader is right behind him, and is packing the crowbar with him!

BG: McMahon turns around...and Flair just cracks that crowbar right over the head of the WWE Chairman! And the fans here are LOVING it!

Monoka: Flair looking out to the crowd...he has to have something on his mind right now, but what could it be?

BG: Flair grabbing the legs of McMahon...he can't be thinking what I think he's thinking, can he?

Monoka: Oh yes he is! There it is, the Legendary End by David Flair...on Vince McMahon!

BG: McMahon screaming in pain...tapping out like he's been shot in the legs or something! Vince McMahon may regret this night for a long time! Flair FINALLY letting go of the hold, and grabbing the mic...

"Hey Vince...a message to the WWE...we don't WANT you here, and if you come back, you'll get your asses handed to you once again!"

Monoka: GO FLAIR! WHOO!

BG: Amazing to hear David trumpet the call of defense...but he still has a lot to explain right now...

Monoka: Well, maybe if you kept quiet, he would.

Flair looks out to the cheering crowd, a big smile on his face, and a small tear flowing down his cheek. "DAMN, it's good to be back in nWo Country!" he says, getting another loud reaction from the crowd now, smiling and holding his hand for silence. "Now, as you saw at Holy Wars, the Legend Killer has returned, and with a purpose. You all may question it...why did I help the Black Hearts...Wolfpack members...when I am the patriarch of the Classic division. Why, you ask? Simple...because we're both nWo...despite the colors of our logo, the fact remains that the logo stays the same. We are nWo...a unit that is meant to be the most dominate force in ALL of wrestling!"

Monoka: Preach on, brother Flair! Preach on!

Flair sighs. "However, there is someone in our ranks that foolishly has decided to try to drive a rift between the two nWo Factions. Chris Waters...come out here right now, we have to talk."

BG: Well...this is a unique twist...what could Flair have in mind for this?

Monoka: Well, the nWo Commissioner coming out now to go face to face with Flair...what could the boss want to talk to him about?

Waters gets into the ring, and has a sheepish smile on his face, as he goes to hug Flair. Flair, however, holds up a hand, stopping him right in his place. "Don't even think about it, Waters, cause I'm NOT in the mood for you sucking up."

This comment by Flair gets a good "Oooh" from the crowd, as Waters looks nervous now.

"You see Waters, even though I haven't been around physically in the company for a while, that does NOT mean I haven't been watching. Specifically...watching YOU."

BG: I don't think this is a good time to be Chris Waters right about now...Flair looks like he's ready to kill the nWo Commish.

Monoka: I...can't believe that I'm seeing this.

Flair looks deep into Waters' face. "You see Waters, I've seen you trying to drive a wedge between the two nWo groups...I've watched you trying to make it seem like we were warring factions...forgetting the REAL enemy. The enemy named EAW!"

Waters gulps a bit. "Now...Mr. Flair....I..."

"SHUT UP!" Flair interrupts, glaring with intensity at Waters. "I don't want to hear any excuses. However, I'll make your punishment for trying to undermine my plans quick. You're going to stay in this ring, and you are going to actually COMPETE."

BG: WOAH! Waters is actually going to have a MATCH tonight!

Monoka: What is Flair doing!? Waters isn't a wrestler!

"And I don't give a damn if you're not a wrestler Waters, this is your punishment! You're going to wrestle tonight...and your opponent Waters? Mr. JC Stone!" Flair announces!

Waters goes wide-eyed as Flair states this, shaking his head in disbelief.

The opening bass guitar riffs of "St. Anger" by Metallica cues up, and as the drums start up, JC Stone heads out. No ill effects apparent from his previous match, he adjusts his gloves as he slides into the ring, looks to the crowd... and like a shot, attacks Waters!!

Waters gets rocked a bit by the attacks by Stone, trying to block and kick out Stone's knee.

Stone jerks away, but then grabs Waters, and hits him with a thunderous STO!!

Waters bounces off the mat, ala the Rock when hit with the Stunner, and falls out of the ring as this happens, apparently trying to recover.

JC takes a step back towards a camera, then glances at it. "Y'know, I almost feel sorry for the guy. Almost."

Monoka: Cocky son of a...

BG: Stone is in full control of the match right now...

He smiles devilishly, and dashes forward, sliding out of the ring, methodically stalking Waters, not picking him up yet.

As Stone stalks...Waters suddenly gets up, shooting in to try to get him with a double leg takedown!

BG: Well...that was unique!

Monoka: JC is taken a bit by surprise by the sudden attack, and gets taken down! Go Waters!

JC fights it off though! With a quick nippup he's back on his feet, and he kicks Waters in the gut, then pick him up, lifting him up over his head in a gorilla press! Then drops him down into a modified powerbomb on the outside!! As Waters writhes in pain JC quickly slides into the ring, then goes back out to break up the ten count, then pick Waters up. He dusts off his shoulders a little, just toying with him, and then suddenly grabs him and delivers a DDT!!

Waters falls into the DDT almost vertically, staying straight up for a good second or so before falling down, seemingly out cold.

JC sits up, looks around, and mimics looking at an invisible watch. "Hmm... two more minutes." He gets up, and grabs Waters, sliding him back into the ring, and climbs the top rope, measuring him up... and does a beautiful turnaround moonsault!!

Waters coughs a bit after being hit with the move, holding his chest afterwards...rolling towards Stone though as the crowd's reaction is...well...mixed due to what Flair said to Waters earlier.

JC stands up, looking down at Waters with his arms crossed... then smiles, as he points upward, then jumps up, hitting the Hawk Hammer fist drop on Waters! Then he gets up and shouts out, "S! D! B!!!"

BG: He's calling for the Stone Driver Bomb! We haven't seen this move in a good long time!

Monoka: Come on Waters, continue to fight! You can do it!

Waters struggles to get up, attempting to shove Stone into the ropes as he gets up.

He's shoved, but he just stops himself from getting slingshot. "Ooohh, is THAT it! Okay, time to drop you on your head again.." JC grabs Waters and goes to hook his arms, about to deliver the wicked Tiger Driver he calls the Stonedriver Bomb!

The referee seems to get distracted by something on the outside...allowing David Flair to get into the ring, and sprays spray paint right into the eyes of Stone as he's prone!

JC lets out a scream as he covers his face, releasing Waters as he staggers back!

BG: What the hell is Flair doing! He's trying to blind JC Stone permanently! I thought he was PUNISHING Waters!

Monoka: Hey, who cares! This is classic right here! And Waters goes for a quick roll up pin after Flair slides out of the ring while JC is caught off guard.

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This causes a boo from the crowd...as Waters kicks Stone out of the ring, and Flair hands Waters a metal baseball bat...which he swings at Stone repeatedly while Stone is blinded!

Stone is struck repeatedly by the bat! He covers up instinctively but the bat's stronger than him--

MMMEEEEOOOOOWWWWW!!! =^..^=

Suddenly "Cat House" cues up!!

Waters goes wide eyed...and tries to slide Stone into the ring for a quick pin before the person BEHIND that theme can come out!

Ariel runs out on all fours! She quickly scales the turnbuckle and leaps at Waters like a shot, pounding away at him as JC rolls out of the ring, stumbling to the announcer's table unknowingly.

"WATER... dammit, where's the *bleeeep*ing WATER!! My eyes--!!"

BG: Right...here...HEY! LET ME GO!

Flair pulls Waters out of the ring as they go to the back, BG TRYING to get to help Stone, but security keeping her at bay.

Taka: Ladies and gentlemen...the referee has ruled that the winner of this battle, as a result of a disqualification...CHRIS WATERS!

Funaki: In-DEED!

Taka: And also has informed me that Scorpion's Pyre's Tag Team match will start in a minute and a half!

THIS gets a cheer from the crowd.

Ariel leaps off and perches onto the top rope, looking shocked, then goes to the ref, complaining to him.

"But he had a bat!! Didn't you see that?! It's WATERS who should be DQed, not JC!!" she's heard saying.

"That was outside of the ring..." the referee explains, brushing off her complaint as the camera fades out to commercial.

**Commercial Break**

As fire and pyrotechnics explode at the entrance, Kaye and J.C. Stone make their way down the ramp to their music. JC still has the spaypaint in his eyes from just earlier and shakes his head, starting to get his sight back, but still impaired. They head down together and climb into the ring. As JC kneels down flexing his muscles, Kaye stands bhind him and raises her arm,s dropping them, igniting the ringposts.

After the cheers and their music dies down, Paul Wight stomps out of the back to his music with Chris Waters. He stops halfway down and rears back, raising his arm with a yell as sparks and fireworks explode on the stage and Frosti's music starts as she comes out. When they meet in the center of the ring, they both rush the ring, sliding in and beginning a brawl.

After a brawl with everyone in the ring, the ref manages to get order and the match begins with Frosti and JC in the ring. They're trading blows. JC is taking the hits and giving them back with his street fighting skills. Frosti realizes that fist for fist, she can't go against JC and ducks a swing he sends her way, made easier by his impared vision, spearing him in the middle, taking him down. Now that she's on top of him, she pummels him and when he's a bit dazed she pull shim up with his head under hers and suplexes him. Kaye leans over the top rope, reaching and stomping her foot, needing a tag. But Frosti baits him and he lunges for a tag in the wrong corner. Wight laughs and grabs him by his head and drops off the apron, snapping JC's neck on the top rope. He stumbles back, holding his throat and flailing about. Frosti goes off the ropes and dropkicks JC down. Kaye leans over, still trying to get JC's tag.

Frosti smirks and tags in Wight. Wight walks over to the downed JC and cockilly steps on JC's head, then steps over, putting his weight on JC for a moment. Paul then yanks JC to his feet by his neck then up over his head. Paul benches JC three times before tossing him high in the air, sending him crashing back down.

Kaye runs in suddenly and shoulderblocks Wight. Frosti starts in but he ref forces Kaye out. This bought JC a little time though and from her corner, Kaye is able to reach over the top rope and tag JC's hand. Kaye goes through the ropes and meets Wight head on. Wight smashes her across the face, but she focuses her energy, only letting it snap her head sideways. She slowly looks back to Wight. Paul just smacks her again, snapping her head back and again she glares back at him. He swings again and Kaye blocks with her arm, then sends a throat thrust to Wight. He grabs his throat and Kaye continues, then kicks him in the gut. He doubles over and she puts his head between her legs and starts to go for a powerbomb... but without her superstrenght she just doesn't have it and Paul has a chance to recover and raises up, sending her over his back, crashing to the mat. He turns and looks down at Kaye, and in a mocking way, raises his arms, and brings them down, Kane-style. He begins to stomp at her.

Meanwhile, Frosti is jumping up and down, eager for a tag in. Paul picks Kaye up to her feet and drags her to the corner, tagging Frosti. Frosti climbs the turnbuckle and Paul picks Kaye up and plants her hard across his knee in a backbreaker and holds her there. Frosti leaps off the top with a flying elbow, planting it across Kaye's neck.

Frosti picks up the beating on Kaye. In the Pyre corner, JC is trying to rub his eyes free of the blindness. Frosti drags Kaye to the corner and forces them to tag. JC is surprised as Frosti grabs him by the hair and flips him into the ring.

Kaye is rolled out of the ring, and Frosti puts the boots to JC. JC tries to get up, but walks into a kick to the jaw by Frosti and is whipped into the corner, then put into the Tree of Woe. Frosti heads to the far corner, charging in and leaps at JC Dropkicking him into the chest and face!! JC collapses to the mat, and Frosti pulls him away from the corner, hooking the leg--gets a two, but shoulder up by JC!

Frosti pulls him up in a headlock, and drags him back towards the corner, ramming his face to the turnbuckle--but JC blocks another attempt, back-elbows her, and slams her face into it, hanging her up in the corner! He climbs up, hammers with with 9 shots, lets out a howl, and brings down a hard tenth!! Frosti staggers out of the corner, and JC locks on a sleeper--driving her down into the mat with a neckbreaker!! He covers, but no count--JC doesn't see that Frosti has got a foot on the ropes!

JC rubs his eyes again--THUMB TO THE EYE by Frosti as she gets up!!

BG: Frosti dazed and slowly recovering, and JC hanging in the ropes now...wait, it's...Oseiko?!

Monoka: Oseiko coming out through the crowd?! What the hell's she doing here?!

BG: Oseiko with a water bottle--spraying JC in the eyes with it! I think she's trying to help him clear up his vision...

Monoka: SECURITY?! COME ON! GET HER OUT OF THERE!!

JC at first seems to be suffering irritation, but with more rubbing he seems to be recovering...Frosti waits for JC to get up and turn around--going for a superkick--

BG: BLOCKED BY JC!!! He can see!! Into a Dragon Screw by Stone! Into the Fatal Encounter!

Monoka: JC locking on his ripped-off move thanks to the illegal interference of Oseiko, being heavily booed out here as she high-tails it to the back.

BG: Kaye hoping for Frosti to tap--but gets to the ropes! Excellent ring presence there.

Frosti gets up slowly, and gets slapped hard by Kaye, and thrown into the corner! Kaye stomps away on Frosti, taking out some of her anger towards the nWo on her. She whips her to the far corner backfirst, and as she staggers out of the corner Kaye grabs her around the throat!

Up in the air and PLANTED into the mat! Kaye covers--

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The crowd boos as the referee merely scolds Wight, and Wight goes back to the apron near the the corner, and Frosti easily tags him in.

Wight steps over the ropes, back into the ring, headbutts Kaye as she stands up. Kaye back up, Wight picks her up over his head, slamming her backfirst into the corner. A HARD slap across the chest, and Wight puts a boot under the throat--Frosti gets in the ring, stomping at Kaye in revenge for the chokeslam. JC comes in to try to save, but the referee holds him back!! Wight picks up Kaye, chokeslamming her in the center of the ring to the cheers of the nWo crowd, and Frosti goes up to the top rope---

JC decks the nWo referee, hitting the Stone Fall, and shoves Frosti off the top rope, causing her to crash into the ringside barricade. Stone then goes after Wight!! He delivers several shots to the Devastator as the referee rolls out of the ring, calling for a disqualification...

Here are your winners--the nWo's Paul "Devastator" Wight and Frosti!! the result is announced.

Monoka: Kaye getting up, and the Pyre double teaming Wight! To the ropes, and double clothesline--Wight flips out of the ring and lands on his feet!! Wight merely shrugging it off. Well, we have our winners, shame they didn't get to finish it in the ring fairly, though.

BG: Well, JC has had a bad night, and wasn't about to put up with any more nWo favoritism. Clearly the referee was biased. He stopped JC from making that save but he didn't for Wight.

Monoka: Well, Wight was close enough to act quickly--and would you try to get in Wight's way?

BG: Probably not...

Monoka: Well there ya go. Tough luck for the Pyre, but...it happens.

**Commercial Break**

"Faith of the Heart" cues up as we come back from break, and the pro-nWo crowd boos...

BG: Welcome back to the Extreme Zone, where appropriately we're going to have a match for the Extreme Title--under modified Triple Threat rules.

Monoka: Yup, the only way to win the title is to pin Akiko. Akiko can retain by pinning either of her opponents.

BG: Winning can only occur by pinfall or submission anywhere in the building, and the first challenger for the title not getting a warm reception.

Monoka: These nWo fans are displaying their displeasure for the EAW and its wrestlers. How they'll react to some one "on the fence" like Akiko remains to be seen.

Derek ignores the reaction from the fans, coming to the ring looking ready to compete. Hir music fades out...

"Psycobetabuckdown" by Cypress Hill cues up, and the reactions from the crowd melt into cheers.

BG: The other challenger for the Extreme Title about to make his way out. Some might say he's the most underrated and overlooked talent in either the nWo or the EAW.

Monoka: That's probably because he's mainly concerned with the Extreme Title, and it is has unfortunately been eluding him for quite a while. In a straight-up fistfight, few in the business can quite match up to him except for maybe the Undertaker, Wight, or Tank Abbott.

BG: ....yeah, Tank Abbott.

Monoka: Hey, it's not his fault WCW turned him into a dancing goon! Bullwhip's a tough S.O.B. with his rough edges, but he's a gentleman at heart.

BG: Suuure he is.

"Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed cues up, and a good bit of the fans get on their feet, cheering. Some aren't as enthusiastic, though...

Monoka: Now coming out, the Extreme Champion herself, BG! Is she EAW, is she nWo? Only her psychiatrist probably knows for sure.

BG: Well, it's appropriate she comes out to theme music by the band Disturbed--some say that she, especially in Pogo-chan form, isn't wrapped too tight.

Monoka: Better to be like she is than like Oseiko is. That girl's got major issues--maybe our beloved nWo World Champion will finally see what an anchor she and dump her for a real woman...

BG: Like Atlantis? =P

Monoka: Ehhh, along those lines, but she's hooked up with Pop Quiz right now, so someone else...

BG: Well, Akiko in that part-way Pogo makeup, I'm not sure what to call her--tonight, with the EAW Extreme Championship in hand. All eyes are on the champion as she enters the ring.

Monoka: Probably there are some on Derek we haven't even seen yet on her...

BG: Akiko removing the belt now--CHARGING AT DEREK!!

Akiko charges at Derek and floors hir with the Extreme Title belt, to the cheers of the crowd. She stomps at the challenger, kicking hir out of the ring. She quickly rolls out, following, and Bullwhip stays close behind. Irish Whip by Akiko--reversed--and Akiko is clotheslined by Bullwhip! Derek charges Bullwhip--back body dropped onto the floor!

Bullwhip slams both his opponent's heads into the apron, and then tosses Derek into the stairs! Akiko starts to get up, and peppers Bullwhip with kicks to the midsection, knocking him down with a heel square into the jaw, then hits a standing moonsault! However, Bullwhip tosses her off him before she can get a count.

As Bullwhip gets up, Akiko kicks him in the ribs, and prepares to use the stairs to vault into him, but he catches her and drives her to the floor with a Full Nelson slam!

Bullwhip wastes no time pulling a glass table from under the ring, but is blindsided from a chairshot by Derek! Bullwhip staggers into the table, dazed, but shakes it off. Derek with ANOTHER chairshot! Bullwhip pounds himself in the head, and punches the chair back into Derek's face! Bullwhip catches it, and attempts to blast Derek over the head with it, but Derek charges into the chair horn-first, blasting it right back into Bullwhip's face!!

Derek hooks Bullwhip in a front face lock, and attempts a DDT from the apron onto the glass table (still not set up yet, but lying on the outside)--Bullwhip counters, tossing hir onto the announce table!

Monoka: Bullwhip not about to eat his own glass, and tossing the freak onto our announce table!

BG: Akiko pulling Derek off, neckbreaker out of the floor! And Bullwhip and Akiko staring each other down!

They approach each other cautiously, and Bullwhip goes on the offensive, hitting rights on Akiko, and planting her with a Legacy Bomb! Bullwhip then sets up the glass table, and hoists up Akiko--Electric Chair Drop position!! DRIVES AKIKO THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE!!

"Holy Shit!" chants erupt, and Bullwhip goes for the cover--One!

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--Derek makes the save!! Derek covers--One! Two!!

Bullwhip pulling hir off! Bullwhip scoop slams Derek to the mat, picking up the steel chair again, but Derek grabs it from the other end--and both run over Akiko as she gets up from the floor!!

Derek drives the end of the chair into the gut of Bullwhip, sandwiching him between the apron and the chair, then jabs him in the stomach with the legs of the chair. Bullwhip eggs hir on to hit him over the head again--which Derek responds to by tossing the chair back to him. Bullwhip attempts to hit Derek with it--but Derek stretches hir mouth open, taking the chair and Bullwhip's arms into hir mouth!! Derek leans hir neck back, and swings hir body around, spitting him out and sending him crashing back-first into the ringpost! Derek picks the chair back up, and as Akiko gets up, takes a swing--Akiko is dazed but manages to duck it, spray Mist into the face of Derek, and knock hir down with the Double Deuce!! Akiko, blood streaming down her face and neck, climbs onto the apron, leaping off with a Swanton Bomb!! Covers--

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Akiko takes a breather, gets up while slapping Derek in the side of the head. She attempts to spike Derek onto the floor with a DDT, but Derek rams Akiko into the apron. Derek sets her up on the apron, throwing a few chops across the chest, then climbs in, choking Akiko in the ropes. Derek to the far ropes, then leaps on Akiko's back, driving hir weight down on Akiko! Shi then climbs back into the ring, tossing Akiko into the corner. Set up on the second rope, and Derek attempts a bulldog--Akiko fighting back, and shoves Derek off the turnbuckle. Derek getting up, and Akiko leaps off with a missile dropkick! Akiko covers--

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Derek climbs up to the top rope, perched and waiting for Akiko to climb to the top rope. Bullwhip starts to get up--Derek Dragon-Dives from the top rope, clotheslining both Akiko and Bullwhip! Derek pulls up Akiko, headbutting her and hitting her with a combination of kicks--Bullwhip gets up though, and from behind hooks up Derek in a half-nelson suplex, tossing hir behind him and nearly on the top of hir head!

Derek gets up in a daze, and Bullwhip backdrops her into the center of the ring, and Akiko somersault legdrops onto her from the apron!! Bullwhip and Akiko apparently make a truce--and run into opposite ropes--CLOTHESLINE AND SPINNING HEEL KICK COLLIDE!!--as each intended to double-cross the other.

All three get up slowly, and begin brawling, hitting each other with rights. Bullwhip hits Akiko with a Jumping Cradle Piledriver, and attempts a quick cover, but Derek makes a save. Bullwhip whips Derek into the corner, then picks up Akiko hanging her out to dry on the ropes. He then sets up Derek on the turnbuckle for a Psychotic Explosion. She then kippups, and sneaks up and kicks Bullwhip low between the legs--and a stacked superplex puts all three down!! Akiko climbs to the top, as Bullwhip inches towards Derek...Bullwhip crawls towards Derek...Akiko off the top rope with a Shooting Star Press!!

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Akiko gets up, bloody and bruised but victorious, and lets her hand be raised before ducking out of the ring, grabbing her blood-covered Extreme Championship.

"Here is...are..your winners...Bullwhip and Akiko Nakano!!"

Monoka: What?!

BG: I don't think Bullwhip even was trying to pin Derek, but was in the wrong place at the wrong time when Akiko came off the top with that Shooting Star. However, who is the champion?

"and so...STILL the nWo/EAW Extreme Champion--Akiko Nakano!!"

Monoka: Uh oh--and Bullwhip did NOT want to hear that...

Bullwhip starts to recover, and in frustration, pulls up Derek, whipping hir to the ropes and DRILLING hir on a chair with a spinebuster, before rolling out of the ring and heading towards the back.

BG: The Extreme Championship still eluding Bullwhip, and Derek was in a bad place to be when he realized it.

Monoka: Too bad, so sad--another EAW chump taken out of the picture for now, at least.

BG: Well, there's plenty more show to come, so stay tuned!...

Monoka: *holds up the Wolfpack/Classic nWo t-shirt* And BUY THE SHIRT!!

**Commercial Break**

We cut to the backstage area, where we find David Flair walking to the back. "McMahon made to scream like a bitch, Waters taught a lesson, JC getting spraypaint in his eyes...damn, it's good to be back." he notes. Flair keeps walking, apparently seeing someone, a smirk on his face as he sees...

Michael Connelly, with the EAW/nWo World Title over his shoulder. "Hey...David..." Michael half-heartedly waves.

Flair nods. "One of the most interesting things to happen since I left on sabbatical..." he notes.

"What is?" Michael asks.

"Seeing you wearing nWo logos...no matter which side." Flair notes. "Warms the heart to see it, actually."

"Well, I don't exactly consider myself too close to nWo Classic. I see a great bit of difference between them, and frankly I don't buy what Classic is selling. Anyway, what exactly did you mean out there...?"

Flair smirks. "What I meant is no matter what the beliefs and such of whatever nWo someone chooses...the fact of the matter is that we're both nWo factions. We're both working for the same purpose...to become the elite of wrestling, and to prove our dominance. And it's time that both our groups realized that."

"Cut the vague rhetoric--what's that mean, action-wise? Seems like you intend to do *something* to try to make that happen, right?" Michael asks.

"I've already done my part." Flair notes. "I sent out the olive branch to the Wolfpack...now its up to all the nWo family members to hopefully make this work. And the first step is for you to add a little more red to Angel's red, white, and blue."

"You can count on me for that..." Michael smiles. "This title is going nowhere, and I'm going to show that self-important, undeserving, pompous idiot what I've learned ever since he scored a lucky upset over me in the past. He thinks I actually care what he thought about that little dispute in my marriage? Let alone, the things he said...whatever happened to Mr. Family Values, anyway? He should learn a few things from his WWE counterpart."

Flair nods. "Good. And if he tries anything AFTER the match as well..." he begins, reaching into his right jacket pocket, and tossing a can to Mikey. "Try this on him."

"Heheh, you got it," Michael smiles, pocketing it in his jacket.

Flair nods, passing Mikey, patting him on the title belt. "Make the nWo proud. Both factions." he says, walking off to his locker room.

Michael keeps his eyes on him, "Although remember that the Wolfpack has a midset of our own that makes us unique. A different flavor, in fact. We can be a little more united, but we're not to be controlled. We're like the wind, baby."

"I'm not trying to control, I'm trying to just set a sail to steer things in the right direction." Flair finishes as he leaves camera.

Back in the arena...

We come back from commercial break, where a referee is preparing for the next match. But before it starts, Chris Waters comes out, still looking a little ragged from his match with JC earlier. He gets into the ring, grabbing a mic..."Well...now that Mr. Flair and I have had a long talk and understand each other now...we can get back to business. And that business is to continue the work of the nWo Triple Crown Champion...the tower of power himself...PAUL..."THE DEVASTATOR"...WIGHT!"

"The Zoo" cues up, and to an ERUPTION of cheers from the nWo crowd, the Triple Crown Champion makes his way out to the ring, a "DEVASTATOR" chant cuing up from the crowd as well.

Waters smiles as Wight gets into the ring. "Big man, I know you're feeling good now...and I know that you're ready to take on anyone that so challenges you."

Wight nods. "Damn right I am!" he states. "I've already got 3 people gunning for me for the 3 Minute Devastation Challenge...and I'll show all three of them why I am the BEST damn Triple Crown Champion of ALL time!"

Waters smirks. "And let that be a message to anyone trying to take this title from him...you have a TALL mountain to climb!"

Suddenly, "Bullets" cue up! Out comes Erica Angel, dressed in her blue jeans, sneakers, her Triad Angelic T-shirt, and a "USA" leather jacket. She wastes no time in climbing into the ring and getting up face to face with Wight himself!

The crowd gives her a HUGE negative reaction, NOT liking her coming out. Waters gets right in her face. "What the hell do YOU want?"

"I want what I always wanted in the first place..." Erica says. "A CHANCE. At Holy Wars I beat the Big Show, and I think that more or less proves that I can hang with the hosses... Paul WEIGHT!" Erica quips on his name. "So I've come to collect... I WANT A THREE-MINUTE DEVASTATION MATCH!! And after I beat that, I want the Triple Crown Title!!"

Waters smirks. "Oh, I get it...we have a comedian on our hands here, ladies and gentlemen. We have someone who actually thinks that beating some cheap knock-off of the Devastator actually means she's next in line!" he says with a chuckle. "Erica...in case you didn't hear...Wight already has 3 other people going for the Devastation Challenge. You're not in the IMMEDIATE plans, little miss flag girl. So why don't you and your Charlie's Angels knock-off squad go have some Evening Gown matches or something."

"You know what, Water?! I'm getting damn sick and tired of you mouthing off... no, I'm sick and tired of you period!! What is it? Not giving me a shot because I'm a woman? Or maybe... what Tazz said was true..." she looks to Wight. "... that another color's added to YOUR black and whiteness? Like a yellow streak?"

"No Erica..." Waters says, getting in her way again. "NEITHER is true. The female one is not true, as the first person Wight will next face is a female, so that's wrong. And the reason he's not facing you now, is...and I'll say this slowly so it gets through the peroxide that surrounds your brain...HE...HAS....OTHER...PEOPLE...THAT...ARE...MORE...WORTHY..."

Erica is blatantly ignoring Waters now. "... How about ditching this cyst here and why don't you tell me what you REALLY think. Or are you afraid you can't beat me?"

Wight picks the mic, and is about to say something...but instead, goes to punch Erica right in the jaw, to an eruption of cheers!

Erica jerks back, and falls to her side!

Wight grins, kneeling down next to her, holding the title up. "YOU SEE THIS! THIS IS AS CLOSE YOU'LL EVER GET TO IT!" he says, then spits on her!

Suddenly Erica kicks Wight right in the groin!! As he doubles over she rolls to her feet, slingshots across the ropes, and delivers the Hammer of Justice right into Wight's jaw!!

Wight falls down, trying to wobble up to his feet again.

Erica measures up Wight, and goes to charge in for what looks like another HoJ when suddenly Waters is behind her, and swings a metal baseball bat right at her back as hard as he can!

Erica cries out, and staggers down, landing on her hands and knees!

As she's down, Wight goes over to her, grabbing her now, lifting her up with a suplex...as Waters says "TOTAL DEVASTATION!", Wight jumps up, and drops her with a piledriver from that position!

Erica gasps, and twitches spastically as she grasps her head in agony.

Wight smiles, standing with all his body weight on her as Waters slides out of the ring, grabbing a can of spray paint that Flair left at ringside when he sprayed JC in the eyes, and gets ready to "brand" Erica.

Suddenly Kennedy and Blayze come out!! Kennedy's got a familiar sledgehammer in hand as she attacks Wight with it, hitting him in the small of the back!!

Waters tries to attack Kennedy, but Blayze, ala her teacher, grabs the metal baseball bat, and swings it right in Waters' gut, sending him falling out of the ring. Wight also rolls out, deciding that the message they want to send has been sent, as the fans boo and throw trash at the Triad Angelic.

Kennedy sighs, then goes to grab the microphone. "Okay, what is this, Bizarro World?!" She looks back at Wight as he leaves. "Don't you think this isn't over, Wight! The hunt's just begun for you, big man!!" Kennedy throws down the mic as "This Is Now" cues up.

Waters glares to the ring, saying something as he points to them, as Wight holds the Triple Crown Belt high. Blayze goes to help Erica up, as the crowd starts a LOUD "Triad Sucks!" chant.

*COMMERCIAL!*

The New World Order voice is then heard thoughout the arena, followed by the Wolfpack howl as Erik and Honey come out wearing Starburst nWo Logo shirts. Erik imitates w/Chyna-era Eddie Guerrero as he steps back, leaning back and going "woah" with a smile looking at Honey...which causes her to giggle. This causes mixtures and cheers and whistle from the nWo crowd to the home team.

“Set it Off” by P.O.D. hits as Fireworks explode at the entrance way. Then, Arianna and Aria made their way to the ring to a decent reaction for a team that is making their first appearance, mostly because they’re seen as only T&A.

Erik and Aria starts off with the classic collar tie-up. Erik give Aria a smirk which read “Give it up, Babe,” Aria responded with a monkey flip to the now corner. She popped back up and drops an elbow to the heart. She then slaps Erik head around a bit with a smile on her face as she taunts him. Aria goes to pick him back up, but she is met with a boot to the gut as Erik gave a quick suplex with a headlock following. He taunts her a bit as Aria, showing off her flexibility, manages to knee him in the face. Aria then places on a headlock of her own, then moves into a quick roll-up to get only a two-count.

Erik recovers as he gives Aria a shot to the face, must to the displeasure of Honey(To a degree) as he then hits her with a neck breaker for a two-count of his own. Erik then picked her up and tosses her out of the ring! He then gloats to the crowd as Ari then dropkicks him out of the ring, much to the crowd’s disapproval. Honey takes this chance to give Ari a clothesline, sending both of them out of the ring.

All four competitors are outside as the ref administers the 10 count.

“ONE!”

Erik picks up Aria as he Irish Whips her to the steel steps as Honey and Ari begins a brawl of their own.

“TWO!”

Erik goes for a clothesline at the recovered Aria, but she moves out the way as she then uses his own momentum to ram his face into the steel post.

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

“FIVE!”

Aria decides to add on to the pain with Reverse DDT to the ground as Ari and Honey finally went back into the ring.

“SIX!”

“SEVEN!”

“EIGHT!”

Aria pushes Erik back into the ring as she slide back in and made the tag to Ari. However, before Ari could even lay a finger on him, Erik made the tag to Honey as she then jumps in.

The two ladies engaged into a series of hip tosses and arm drags. Honey then broke the cycle with a stiff clothesline, knocking Ari down. Ari recovers as she goes for the Ari-Go-Round, but Honey counters it into a powerslam for a two count. Honey picks her up as she now goes for a power bomb, looking to end this one quickly, but Ari counters into a Samurai DDT. She then runs to the ropes as she then does a handspring into a standing moonsault on top of Honey for the two-count. Ari drags her to her corner and makes the tag as Aria now goes on the top rope and goes for a springboard dropkick, but Honey shoves Ari in the way as she then takes the opportunity to capitalize with a belly to belly suplex. Erik asks for another tag which Honey ignores for the time being as she goes for an armbar. Aria struggles to get to the ropes, which she eventually does.

As Aria clutched her arm, Honey drags her to her corner as she goes to tag Erik. Erik comes in and begins to stomp all over Aria. After a few stomps, Aria rolls out of the way and trips Erik. She now signals Ari to go to the top rope. Erik gets back up and goes for a clothesline, but Aria ducks as she then hits a Diamond Cutter-ish move. She then points to Ari who follows up with a Frog Splash on top of Erik while Honey comes out and shoves Aria out of the way.

Not looking for her team to lose, Honey gives a stiff kick to the gut of Aria as she goes for the Honeybuster. However on the second power bomb Ari goes after Erik, but he dodges as he dropkicks her into Honey, causing her fall into an impromptu Hurricanrana. Aria now goes onto the apron as Ari recovers with a stiff chop to the chest as she then goes for a Crimson Sniper But Aria then springboards off the ropes from the apron as Ari lets Erik fall back, grabbing onto Erik’s neck as she then hits him with a flying cutter move. Ari then floors Honey as Aria goes for the pin.

“ONE…”

“TWO…”

“THREE!”

*ding, ding*

“Set it off” plays as the crowd begins to boo. The Referee then raises Ari and Aria’s hands in triumph.

**Commercial Break**

BOOOOOONG...
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There's a mixed reaction as he comes out, the majority of the boos coming from the pro-nWo crowd.

"Now I've got it on good authority that Max Hairdo and his bald-headed pyro goon are here in the building tonight," he growls into the mic as he paces back and forth through the ring. "Let me just cut through the bullshit, and say GETCHER ASSES TO THIS RING, NOW!"

There's a stunned awe from the crowd as he asks for that. After a bit, the lights go out completely...a feeling in the air that should be ALL too familiar to The Undertaker....

"Yeah... that's right," he growls. "...get on down here, so I can whup both yer asses..."

Taker stares down the ramp, slowly pulling off his shades and glaring.

A bell gongs...begining the playing of "For Whom The Bell Tolls", a darker red light than Kane's usual one in the ring as it plays, a black figure literally forming on the entry ramp!

KRAAAA-KOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

"Slow Chemical" by Finger Eleven follows shortly after, and the entrance ramp erupts into flames as Kane follows in behind the figure. The Undertaker snarls at both of them, and raises the mic to speak again. "You may hurt my brother last night, but you didn't finish the job... Now are you two gonna get down here, or are you gonna be foolish and stay up there until you piss me off?"

Max raises a hand, the music dying out, as he stands on the ramp. "Know your place, former carrier of darkness..." he begins, without the help of a microphone, yet his voice booming throughout the arena!

"You seem to forget whose yard you're in," Taker retorts. "If I remember correctly, the last match you had, you got beat by an 11-year-old girl... You had the nuts to cheap-shot me in my garage with burn-boy there, but you won't bring your hairdo to my ring?" He sniffs loudly, and then asks around to the crowd. "You smell that? Smells like chicken-shit to me..."

The crowd "Oooo's" derisively at Max, and Taker waits...

Max raises a hand...and suddenly, a lightning bolt strikes, CENTIMETERS away from Undertaker's feet and face! If he had leaned forward at the time, it would have hit him!

"..." Taker just turns his head to the side calmly. "You think after having your inbred cronies set me on fire, having Kane smash me with my own bike, that little lightshow is gonna intimidate me? I'm about ten seconds offa reachin' down yer yellow gizzard and rippin' out yer heart!"

"You still think I am Max CONNELLY, don't you?" Max begins, glaring at him from the ramp. "Max Connelly is DEAD, former spirit of darkness. I am Max Stygian, New Lord of Darkness. And if you think your pathetic threats about assaulting me are intimidating to me, then you have very much to learn."

"Words, Maxie," Undertaker snorts. "Even I did more than talk when I held that spirit." With that, he drops the mic, and hops out of the ring.

Kane smirks, motioning for the Undertaker to bring it...

Max just stands there, waiting, not moving one muscle...apparently WAITING for him to come to him!

Taker finally arrives, nose-to-nose with Max, cracks his neck to the side, and then punk-stomps Kane.

Kane, infuriated by this, goes attack--

Max holds up his hand to Kane, preventing him from attacking, then glares at Taker, his face seemingly saying "Well, where's your bold actions now?"

Taker... grins, and then BITCH-SLAPS Max! The crowd once again ooo's...

Max...doesn't budge! He grins, and laughs at Taker's attack, as if it were Michael Cole hitting him and not the Undertaker!

Taker nods, and then rears back and slugs Max.

Max gets knocked back, off his feet...but only for a short time, as he kips up this time, just shaking his head at Undertaker!

Taker takes a shot at Max again, going for a shot to the gut--

And he punches black smoke! Max has vanished...and is now BEHIND Taker, punching with full force to the small of Taker's back!

With that, Kane starts pounding on Taker while he's doubled over, and Taker immediately starts brawling!

Max allows Kane his few shots, before leaping into the air like a demon, and clocking Taker in the face with a flying punch right to the nose!

Taker growls, blooding streaming out of his nose and over his lips and chin... He starts slugging at Max now, even as Kane pounds at his back...

Max, using little movement, simply dodges...focusing something with his hand...black energy forming in it, taking shape...

Kane finally wrenches Taker in a full-nelson, and forces him to face Max...

Max smiles, forming a dagger with the dark energy! "Your time has passed, former lord of darkness. The new age of evil begins!" he says, raising the dagger to strike Taker right in the chest!

Taker jerks to the left at the last possible moment, which doesn't prevent the blade from making it's strike, but does keep the attack from being fatal. He screams in pain, nonetheless, and his knees give out from under him. Only Kane's grip on him prevents him from falling to the mat.

Max grins. "Good, make your suffering long and slow..." he says, glaring...ready to strike again!

*KRAAAA-AAAASH!!!!!*

Stone Cold Steve Austin sprints to the ring, fighting off Kane with five or six blows and a Stone Cold Stunner! Kane flops and bounces to the mat, dropping Undertaker and rolling out of the ring. Stone Cold then turns his attacks to Max, slugging away...

Max gets hit a few times...but on the fifth punch or so, he reaches to grab Austin's hand, squeezing it!

Stone Cold grimaces under the grip, but reaches down with his other hand for a low blow!

Max falls back at this one, but quickly gets back up, kicking Austin in the gut HARD!

Austin doubles over from the kick, gagging reflexively.

Max grins, hooking Austin into the Dead On Impact, and dropping him HARD onto the arena rampway!

Stone Cold writhes on the floor, holding the top of his head and groaning painfully.

Max grins sadistically at this, grabbing one of Austin's legs, his arm charging with darkside energy...before swinging down at full force, apparently going to break Austin's leg at the knee!

Austin screams in pain, rolling around and clutching his knee in agony, while Kane laughs and claps Max on the back. The Undertaker stares up at the ceiling, breathing in short, tortured gasps as he slowly tries to pull the blade out of his chest...

Max smiles evily, grabbing Austin's OTHER leg now, going to repeat the process!

Stone Cold kicks him away, and hobbles up to his good leg, and immediately locks Max in for a Stone Cold Stunner!!!! Kane growls and rushes toward the two of them, but too late to stop the Stunner! He reaches down to seize Stone Cold by the throat, and begins snarling at him before lifting him high in the air for a chokeslam!!!!

Max slowly gets up after the stunner, and as Austin's being dropped with the chokeslam, grabs a chair, and adjusts it so the edge of it goes right into Austin's back as he lands!

Austin grimaces at the impact with the chair, and reaches up to grab Max's pantleg, still trying to get up...

Max quickly grabs Austin's other leg, and strikes down with great force, going to make BOTH legs broken!

Kane drags the Undertaker down to the ring, grinning and taunting all the way down. Only snippets can be heard, most distinctly: "--but your brother's not here to help you now--"

Max grabs Austin by the neck now, dragging him towards the ring with little care or mercy for his well being, and flings him in roughly.

Kane grins maniacally, eyes wide as he reaches up with both hands to ignite his pyro. Two stylized crucifixes descend from the ceiling on chains. Stone Cold stares up deliriously, muttering out curses, while the Undertaker just smiles numbly...

Max glares down to Austin. "And Austin...don't think that your mystic friend will help you to get revenge on me." he begins, grinning a sick, evil grin. He waves a hand, casting SOMETHING over Austin, then motions for Kane to put them onto the crucifixes.

"...You'll get yours soon enough," Undertaker drones... in his OLD voice. "All you've done is awaken something that I've tried to put to sleep all my life..." His skin is already pale, and his eyes are glazed over. "You'll have a year... of prosperity in your evil..."

Stone Cold just glares as the spell is cast over him. "When I heal from this, you son of a bitch..."

"IF you ever heal from this, Snake." Max says. "This spell will keep you from being healed by good magic...like the one that mystic has. Anger fuels this spell...and until that subsides...you'll remain without help in healing." he says, grinning...then turns to Undertaker. "As for you, you've been talking too much..." he says, raising his hand...sparks forming on the fingers.

Undertaker grimaces, holding back a scream while the black lightning washes over him... and then he is still... A close-up on his face shows the only motion from his is the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes... and the unsettling rhythm of his eyelids... blinking open and closed, open and closed...

And then the arena goes dark...

Blue light washes over all in the ring...

Static blares on the speakers and noise crackles across the screen of the JumboTron... The Judgment Day triplets giggle mercilessly and point accusingly... Images flash: Kane burying his brother... The Undertaker of old, rolling back his eyes... a cemetary...

And then a voice: "...SOON..."

BOOOOOOONG...
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BOOOOOOONG...

And then finally... a phrase flashes across the screen:

AT WRESTLEMANIA, THE DEAD WILL RISE... AGAIN

Kane stares at the screen, and then at the Undertaker. The realization sinks in... and he glares at Max. "You... can't help me now..."

Max nods. "Destroy him, spawn of the flame." he says, glaring up at the two on the crucifixes. "Our pact is done...for now."

In the Ring, the Undertaker's crucifix erupts into purple flames... which oddly enough aren't burning him as Extreme Zone fades to commercial.

We come back from commercial to the announcer's desk, where both BG and Monoka watch stunned.

BG: I...don't know how we can explain what we just saw before the break...

Monoka: Max Stygian has taken out BOTH Undertaker and Steve Austin...and it looks like neither will be back for a LONG time...

BG: I don't know the reason behind what he did, but I'm sure that there will be SOME type of repercussion due to this...

Monoka: Let me just say this...this is NOT an nWo matter...so we're out of it!

BG: Nice way to show concern...

"Gonna Fly Now" cues up in the arena, and there's a negative reaction due to the crowd nature as the challenger for the main makes his way out.

Taka: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the nWo/EAW World Championship! Introducing first, representing the vile EAW...clad in Red, White, and Blue...the Super Patriot, Kirk Angel!

Funaki: InDEED!

BG: Kirk Angel making his way out here now for this World Title match, he's made it abundantly clear that this is something that's he's ready for.

Monoka: Why he's even getting this shot though is beyond me. He has done NOTHING recently to warrant a title...

BG: He never turned in his re-match for the title back when he lost it for Michael's first reign.

Monoka: But...well...SHUT UP! *pout*

BG: In any event, Angel has one of the best chances of beating Connelly for the EAW Title...he's beaten Connelly before, and has held that belt in the past. But it's NOT going to be easy...

"A.F.U. (Naturally Wired)" plays next, and the crowd reaction turns into a THUNDEROUS ovation as the champion makes his way out.

Taka: And his opponent...from Mars, P.A....standing at 6'2" tall and weighing in at a trim 235 pounds...a man of the people, ready to show the world his skills, a part of nWo Wolfpack...the most EEEEEEEEEVIL

Funaki: InDEED!

Taka: World Heavyweight Champion...MICHAEL CONNELLY!

BG: I'm really getting sick of these entrance announcements by Kaientai...

Monoka: Aw come on, you can't fault the guys. At least we treat them better than WWE ever would have.

BG: In any event, Connelly coming to the ring now, and look at the intensity on the face of Kirk Angel as he watches the champ make his way to the ring, a cocky air about him.

Monoka: Hey, when you're the World Champion, you have every reason in the world to be cocky. He's the best in the world right now, and he is glad to know it.

BG: Connelly now in the ring...and we're about ready to get started!

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CHAMPIONSHIP
Kirk Angel vs. Michael Connelly (c)

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As soon as the bell rings, Kirk goes right onto the attack, spearing Mikey down to the mat, and grabbing his leg to work it over, preparing Mikey for defeat. Connelly, surprised by this aggressive action by Angel, tries kicking away, and squirms to the outside of the ring to regain his bearings...however Angel won't let him, following Connelly to the outside as well. Connelly gets back into the ring, the Olympian following...Connelly on the ready, kicking him while he's down. He goes to baseball slide into a dropkick, but Angel gets back up, and grabs an ankle, going for an early ankle-lock on him! Mikey quickly scrambles to the ropes in time though, and slides out of the ring, surprised by this. Angel just gets into an armature wrestling stance, motioning for Mikey to get back into the ring and fight.

BG: Kirk Angel in the first few seconds of this match already getting Mikey off his game plan, and looks like he's ready to end this match quickly.

Monoka: Probably because he's been slacking in his workout regiment, and doesn't want the advantage of stamina to go into Mikey's favor.

Angel goes towards the side of the ring that Connelly is on, ready to reach out and grab him back into the ring, but Connelly grabs Angel's leg off of the mat, causing him to fall back on the mat, and Connelly takes advantage of this, ramming Angel's legs hard into the ring apron. Angel's pain is evident, as Connelly continues his work, sliding back into the ring, and grabbing the head of Angel with his legs and starting to squeeze with all his might. Angel struggles to get out, and that proves to be to his advantage, after punching Connelly's legs a bit to get the hold loosened enough to slip out, and get back up to his feet. He kicks an awaiting Connelly in the gut as he gets back up to his feet, and sets him up for a suplex...but Angel's leg gives out due to the attack by Connelly earlier in the match. Connelly grins, and gives Angel a quick snap suplex, rolling into it for a pin as he does....but only manages to get a two count.

BG: Kirk Angel has been weakened in this match now due to the attack on his legs, and Connelly going right back to work with the move.

Monoka: Brilliant tactic by Connelly! If he takes out Angel's legs, Angel won't be able to get some of those high impact moves that he's so famous for, and Connelly can get the win easily!

Connelly takes Angel's leg as the challenger is down, and starts to work away at the wheel's of Angel, holding it in a side leg lock, pressing his body weight against it as he does. Connelly keeps pulling away at the hold, but Angel manages to turn this into something to help him, grabbing Connelly's head and rolling him into a pin, however before a pin count can be laid down, Connelly slips out of the hold, and grabs Angel's leg for an attempt at a Texas Cloverleaf! Angel pushes him off though, bringing Connelly down, but decides to just pull away so he can recover. Connelly is quickly up to his feet, and catches Angel with the Connelly Comet, pulling him back up after they fall, and following it up with the Crimson Tide! He goes for the cover, but Angel BARELY gets up a shoulder...showing that he will not go down easily.

Connelly seems to be getting a bit upset about Angel's determination in this match, and grabs the Olympian by the head, going to lift Angel back up to his feet, and sets him up for the Condition Red...and drops him HARD with it. Wanting to get the match done quickly, he goes for the cover again...

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Monoka: IMPOSSIBLE! No one kicks out of the Condition Red!

BG: It IS possible, as Kirk Angel just got the shoulder up after being hit with the Condition Red, and looks like he's still ready to fight!

Connelly is cursing this happening, and goes to pick Angel back up to his feet, ready to drop him with another Condition Red, however this time Angel is ready, and in desperation, turns it into a modified version of a Northern Lights Suplex!

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Connelly BARELY gets out of the pin, to the relief of the crowd. Angel seems to be getting back into the swing of things, and as Connelly gets back up to his feet, Angel gets behind Connelly, and drops him down with the Olympic Slam!

BG: Kirk Angel is in full control of the match now! Connelly is down and out!

Monoka: But the moron isn't going for a cover. You'd think that someone who has been around...

BG: Uh oh, the straps are going down...and he goes right for Connelly's leg! Connelly clawing away as Angel puts the champion in the Ankle Lock...

Monoka: And the referee falls down in surprise at this, hitting his head on the turnbuckle!

BG: That's not what happened, Connelly pulled the referee off of his feet! But Angel STILL has gotten the submission onto Connelly!

Monoka: But Mikey managing to fight out of the hold now! Mikey sliding to the outside of the ring...and blasts Angel with forearm shots repeatedly!

BG: Connelly trying to knock out Angel apparently, now sliding back into the ring, and drops him with a facebuster! But there's no referee to make a count for this match!

Monoka: That doesn't matter though, it looks like Connelly isn’t going to be content with that! He's setting Angel up on the top rope, and it looks like he's going to drop Angel with a superplex!

BG: But Angel fighting it...Kirk Angel fighting away at Connelly from the top rope, grabbing him by the waist....HOLY!

Monoka: Kirk Angel just tried to kill Michael Connelly there! He just flung him with an overhead Belly to Belly suplex, and Connelly's head hit the steps as he went down!

BG: Kirk Angel may have knocked Connelly out cold with that move, and he sees Connelly's condition on the outside, and quickly goes outside of the ring to roll him back in! Connelly is just dead weight right now!

Monoka: But it doesn't matter, the referee is out cold! Even if Angel gets the pin, he...

BG: Wait a damn minute! The Black Hearts are coming out now, as Kirk Angel goes to revive the referee, Angel is completely unaware...

Monoka: GOAL! Akira with a HARD kick to the head of Kirk Angel that sends him out of his game...and Glenda drops him with the Oklahoma City Special!

BG: The Black Hearts running off like thieves in the night now, as Connelly barely draping his arm over Angel's body...not like this!

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Monoka: WHOO! Connelly retains the title! Michael Connelly with a hard fought victory over Kirk Angel, and...

BG: Connelly wouldn't have won the match if it weren't for the Black Hearts sticking their noses into the match when they didn't belong. You KNOW this isn't over between Connelly and Angel.

Monoka: Oh well, for now, Kirk has LOST, and Connelly STILL the champ. All is right with the world!

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