Kanyon: Welcome everyone to EAW Riot Rulz--Late Spring Break Edition! I'm Chris Kanyon along with--

Pamela: Pamela Paulshock--and currently no one around around is paying any attention to you. ^_^

Kanyon: Well, it's not like it's any different than the way I always was in WWE. =P Anyway, we got a hot show--in every sense of the word--on tap tonight.

Pamela: This show's stolen?

Kanyon: Sure, by you, lovely Pam. =P

Pamela: Awww, aren't you sweet? ^_^ No, you still are not getting into this skimpy bikini bottom, Chris.

Kanyon: Ego as huge as ever, I see. Well, you're not going to the be star tonight regardless of that swimsuit--six huge matches are going to take place tonight, one of which is a Bikini Beach Brawl! The main event tonight will be two nWo members, or at least we presume David's partner is a new member, taking on Krise Stratus and Savvy. Two members of Heyman's Extremists will be in singles action, when Nova takes on Nexus and Fasha takes on the Wisp!!

Pamela: In Extreme Matches of course, and the latter is probably going to cause Heyman to sport wood. Siiiiick freak. Although he DOES have a way with words. Say, what's Test been up to lately? I haven't seen hide nor tooth of ol' hossface in quite a while.

Kanyon: I'm not sure--

"A.F.U. (Naturally Wired)" cues up, interrupting their conversation...

Pamela: MIKEY!! ^_^

Kanyon: Well, it looks like we're going to be graced by the presence of the World Heavyweight Champion...

Pamela: That's "nWo/EAW World Heavyweight Champion," Chris.

Michael comes out from the back with the World Championship around his shoulder, and holds it up over it head, before putting it around his waist and heading down towards the ring. He climbs inside, calling for a microphone.

"A-LO-HA, from HA-WA-II!! You know, I'm a bit shocked at this reception. Aren't you all supposed to be a bit cooler than this? You know, layin' on the beach all day, chillin', working at concession stands and charging 5 bucks to tourists for a crappy burger, while back at your places you're roasting a pig on a spit and sucking down pineapple juice? It isn't like you have to spend any money on heating around here. You should all be a more amiable than this," Michael greets, and gets more booing in reply.

"Well I don't quite get it. You obviously don't appreciate a real superstar, except for the nWo fans in attendance of course. When my music hit, you should have all gotten on your feet, and clapped your grubby hands together for me. Last week, I bravely fought and successfully defended my title against a...a...psychotic bald-head, milk-sucking, tree-necked geek!! This gold-fever-afflicted madman threatened my very career and livelihood, attempting to cause me a possible broken neck, concussion, or compressed spine. I want to extend my eternal gratefulness to my nWo brethren for seeing to it that Kirk didn't unjustly leave that arena with the World Title. EAW challengers, be wary--with the nWo Classic and Wolfpack united, we will remain the dominant force here in this company. There's exactly two things you can all do about it: nothing, and like it. How about all the Classic nWo-ites and Wolfpackers give it up for YOUR World Heavyweight Champion!!" Michael poses, as the minority of nWo fans throw up "4 Life" and Wolfpack hand signals, chanting "MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY!!"

Pamela: MIKEY!! MIKEY!! MIKEY!!

Although those fans are drowned out with "MIKEY SUCKS!" chants.

"Thank you for your maturity and excellent debating skills, EAW fans," he smiles, shrugging it off until the chants die down a bit.

"However, now with Kirk out of the way, I was supposed to defend my title against Stone Cold, who got a fluke pin on me at Holy Wars," Michael grumbles, as an Austin begins. "Well, to quote him, 'eh-eh, that just ain't gonna happen.' Steve's currently in no condition to perform--and for once, that doesn't refer to him unable to show up to work sober," Michael says, the crowd booing. "Now, with him out of the running, who...oh who...is in line for a title shot?" he scratches his chin.

Suddenly, "Learn To Crawl" cues up! The crowd immediately cheers as Oseiko shows up at the backstage, dressed to compete in her newest ring attire. She looks over to Michael for a moment, then walks to a mic set aside for her and kicks it up into the air, snatching it easily.

"OI, MINNA-SAN!!!!!" She calls out. "YATTA NE!! Oseiko-chan, TADAIMA WA... HONOLULU-DES!!!" And the fans cheer louder.

"Michael-sama... I think if you'll look at the records, you'll see that I AM next in line... and I am way overdue for a rematch, ne?"

"Well...I think it isn't official until you've won a #1 contendership match," Michael half-smirks.

"Then I will..." Oseiko says. "I don't care who I have to face for that match, either! Michael-sama, it is my duty and my honor to reclaim the EAW World Title for the EAW and to take it from the nWo! And I won't rest until that's done!"

"I'm not really looking forward to any such match--you and I both know that our careers are threatening to destroy our marriage. You have all the time in the world to go for the title, but selfishly, you don't want to let me have my time to shine, is that it?"

"Iie..." Oseiko says. "What it is is that you're in the wrong crowd. If you weren't a part of the nWo I would allow you to keep the title, and I was willing to bow out if that were the case. But you chose to throw your lot in with them." Oseiko's eyes narrow. "Gomen ne, Michael-sama. But it was YOU who forced me to go back into the title run. You have no one to blame but yourself."

"Yet you have no sympathy for me after that lunatic Angel tried to kill me? Who is in the wrong there? He got exactly what he deserved."

"Of course I have sympathy for you, Michael-sama... it's for you... and your position. Which is why I am going to ask you to leave the Wolfpack. Right now." Oseiko says. "Return to the EAW and I will relinquish my chance for the No. 1 Contender's spot right here. It's your choice." Oseiko says with the most steadfast of seriousness.

"You know Oseiko, I didn't wake up one day and say, 'you know, I think I'll join the Wolfpack!' I was presented with an offer--a very tempting one. I pondered the situation carefully, I AGONIZED over the decision, and tried to figure out what was the right thing to do..."

He looks around, seemingly deep in thought. "Now, these fans of the EAW...why should I do what they want me to do? I have my own, loyal nWo fans. I got a crew of friends that I can rely on, and they can rely on me. I can do what *I* want to do, and that's just fine. You know what else? The EAW fans will cheer on a drunk who thinks he's a great sportsman because he goes out with weapons and kills unarmed animals, they cheer a whiny brat born with a silver spoon in her mouth that demands respect when it isn't earned, they cheer a mentally-unstable, violent, jacked-up geek with poor fashion sense, and they cheer a slew of licentious young women who lack any sort of moral code. Are *those* the sorts of fans I should be sucking up to? Why do I have to be subservient to them? Oseiko, they don't give a DAMN about any of us personally--they just want us to do tricks for them like a pod of trained seals and make them laugh. I mean, look how the fans treat some one who dares to decide to follow his real passion, after learning perhaps a little late that this isn't what he wanted to do. I can respect that, but they can't!" Michael states, as the fans mostly boo him.

"... sou ka," Oseiko says. "... then I have no choice. I apologize, Michael-sama... I must take the title back to the EAW. For your own good." And with that, Oseiko turns to walk away.

"Yeah, we wouldn't want you to hurt your little head and try to defend these mutants. Not that I blame you--*I* certainly wouldn't even try to justify the way these people behave. Keep living in that little world of yours, Oseiko. Keep ignoring reason. Me? I'll stick with my friends: people who like me for me. People who respect me. People who love me. Because that's what really matters Oseiko, not these people. They don't mean anything to me, and they shouldn't to you, either."

Pamela: Michael telling these people the truth! And it isn't what they want to hear. So they put on blinders and cheer for the little attention whore. =P

Kanyon: Oh brother, if that isn't the pot...

"..." Oseiko looks back at Michael. "... I guess I don't mean anything to you, either," she says coldly. "Sayonara." And with that, she drops the mic, and turns to walk away.

Michael turns away, "Aloha to you, too, Oseiko. Wow, she completely misses the point and tries to guilt trip me into doing what she wants. You support a real winner, people. She's certainly a wisened, thoughtful, compromising diplomat, alright." Michael tells the crowd, as they boo him.

"Well then, it looks like you unofficially have my next Pay Per View challenger. Oseiko, you're acting like a fool, and you're just proving what a bunch of close-minded, shallow, uncaring, dogmatic, manipulative sticks-in-the-mud that the EAW is. It's only fitting that *you* would be the best champion that the EAW could provide. However, this shameless performances just makes he feel all the more proud and all the more satisfied with the choice I made. Oseiko, I don't care how much humanity you actually have, how long you live, what sort of fans support you. I...still love you. I love you, for you. With all your faults, and believe me they are many. If you're going to make this title or this EAW and nWo issue, as some sort of condition for us to have a happy marriage, then I simply will refuse to chose. Trying to put me in that position is wrong, Oseiko, and you know it. I love you through all of it, and I will through that entire match, through ever kick, every suplex, ever slam, and every hand slapping the canvas. And after one...two...three--I'll remain champion, and I'll still love you. If you don't, then that's your problem, not mine," Michael tosses the mic away, climbing out of the ring and storming towards the back.

**Commercial Break**

Backstage, Michael appears coming through the curtain, title over his shoulder, visibly upset. "I cannot believe this.."

Atlantis runs up to him. She's in a small white bikini with a surong around her waist. "Mikey... are you OK?"

"Hi Atlantis...enjoying yourself here?" he asks, smiling.

"Yeah. It's nice. But how about you? I saw what happened."

"Yeah--while it doesn't sound becoming of a champion of my stature to say it, but this situation sucks," he sighs.

Atlantis nods. "... do you want me to talk to her? Maybe she just needs some girltalk."

"Well, judging by the way *that* went, couldn't hurt," Michael pats her on the shoulder. "What do you think?"

"I dunno. I think I just need to talk to her." She says. "You know, lay things out for her straight. Just us girls."

"Alright. Of course, if she wants to be the Ma...well, that expression is shot to hell. If she wants to be the champion, she's got to prove herself first. I had a few ideas on just how she could do that and shared them with certain people. I think it'll turn out magnificently."

"Oh? ^^ Like what?"

"Eh, you'll see. ^_^ I've heard you've been having guy troubles yourself with Pop Quiz. Thattafact?"

"Yeah, I haven't seen him anywhere." She sighs. "Not even the Extremists know about him.

"So, what happened exactly?" Michael asks, leaning against the wall.

"That's the thing. One day I'm tlking to him on the phone and everything is cool, the next day, he's not home and no-one knows anything"

"Oh--I was going to talk to him if you were having other sorts of problems, but I guess I can't when you don't know where he is," Michael scratches his chin. "Well, Oseiko should be around here somewhere because of her match, so maybe you can talk to her right away."

She smiles. "I'll talk to her. You go relax and I'll wait for her."

"Okay, thanks. Glad to see we stick together," he makes the Wolfpack hand signal. She smiles and gives him the sign back.

--

We come back as "This Is Now" by Hatebreed cues up over the speakers. Kennedy makes her way out, getting mostly cheers but a few doubters and the nWo fans are quite vocal in their protest. She gets inside the ring after stopping to spew out some water on the apron, and waits for her opponent, looking intense and focused.

"Trouble" by Pink cues up as Molly appears next from the back, accompanied by Mike Sanders. They hug on the entranceway and Mike gives her a few last-minute words of advice as they walk down to the ring together, and Molly seems to be drinking from a paper cup. Molly ignores the boos, and climbs in the ring. Molly takes a sip, gargling, and spitting it out, making goofy bodybuilder-style poses, before taking another sip and tossing it back to Mike. She offers Kennedy a pre-match handshake. Kennedy steps forward, about to accept it--and gets sprayed in the eyes with that mouthful of...water?

*ding, ding*

Pamela: Molly taking the offense here, kicking Kennedy in the midsection and slugging away!

Kanyon: What was that she sprayed in her eyes?

Pamela: Water? Soda? Orange juice?

Kanyon: It must have at least stung a little, because Kennedy was blinded by it for a moment, and Molly whipping Kennedy into the corner--backspring elbow coming--NO!! Kennedy avoids it!! Molly just hitting turnbuckle there--and Kennedy with a knee lift catching the charging Molly off guard!

Kennedy picks up Molly, snapmaring her and locking on a chinlock. Molly fights up, hoisting up Kennedy in a fireman's carry and rolling forwards, slamming her on the mat, then follows up with a reverse knee drop to the midsection. With her back to the ropes, Molly scissors her legs around Kennedy's neck, almost choking her. The referee keeps an eye on the leg positioning, as Molly grabs the middle ropes, getting some leverage on Kennedy.

The referee sees, and calls for the break, which Molly does on 4. Molly stomps away on Kennedy, picking her up and hitting a shoulderbreaker. Molly keeps Kennedy on the mat with an STF, but Kennedy reverses, ensnaring Molly in an Indian Deathlock!! Molly gets to the ropes to break it.

Kennedy momentarily takes control with a pair of elbows and a Facebuster, then follows up with an irish whip, back body drop, and a leaping knee drop for a near-2.

As Molly gets up, Kennedy goes for a Famouser, but Molly avoids it, kicks Kennedy hard in the midsection and against the ropes, then clotheslines her over the ropes to the floor!! Kennedy gets up slowly, and is dumped back in the ring almost immediately by Sanders, who doesn't get in a cheap shot, but acts a sole, biased lumberjack, not letting Kennedy benefit from a breather.

Molly sets up and hits the springplex on Kennedy, floating over for two. Kennedy kicks out, and Molly goes for an Irish Whip again--reversed by Kennedy, and followed up with a spinebuster off the ropes!! Kennedy follows up with a Bow and Arrow, getting Molly up under the chin. After losing her grip, Molly heads for the ropes, and Kennedy is up after her--grabbing her leg and dragon screwing it, then driving Molly down with a knee breaker!! Molly up in a daze, and Kennedy clips her knee out from under her, then drags her by her weakened leg near the turnbuckle, hitting a rolling leg snap off the 2nd rope. Molly bails to the outside, and Kennedy hits the far ropes, leaping over the top with a body press that Sanders steps into the way to take!!

As Kennedy gets up, Molly belly to belly suplexes her, slamming her back-first into the steel stairs!! Molly then gets up onto the apron, leaping off with a dropkick after a running start!!

Molly rolls Kennedy back into the ring, while favoring her left knee, then butterfly suplexes Kennedy, locking on a modified Camel Clutch as Kennedy is on her knees, and scissors her legs around Kennedy's body, making escape or reaching the ropes very difficult.

Kennedy attempts to reach the ropes, unsuccessfully, and fights hard to get to one knee, then to stand up--dropping down with a chinbreaker to break the hold!! Molly is momentarily stunned, and Kennedy springs into action, grabbing her by the neck and following up with an RKO!!

Kennedy makes the cover--

One! TWO!! TH--NO! DIDN'T GET HER!!

Kennedy springs up, shocked, and picks up Molly by the neck, setting up a DDT--but Molly counters with a Northern Lights Suplex, getting a two count, but Kennedy kicks out. Molly springs over Kennedy, landing on her feet (but putting most of her weight on her right knee. Kennedy gets up, and charges Molly shoulder-first, driving her into the turnbuckle. Kennedy rams her again, and attempts to climb the ropes, peppering Molly with rights--Molly counters with a short power bomb, getting a two until Kennedy gets the bottom rope. Molly drags Kennedy away from the ropes, getting her in a waistlock, then hitting a beautiful German Suplex, with a bridge!! Molly gets a two, but Kennedy shifts her shoulder to break the count. Molly, still holding on, rolls through, attempting another German Suplex. As they both stand up, Kennedy throws her own legs out of the way, breaking Molly's flow and getting a roll up--One! TWO!! Kickout!! Molly uses the ropes to pull herself up, and Kennedy kicks her in the midsection, about to set up the Pedigree--Molly takes her down by her legs before Kennedy can hook her arms, and rolls forward, pinning Kennedy's legs firmly--

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TWO!!

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THREE!!--while hooking her tights on the two count!

*ding, ding, ding*

Kanyon: Kennedy is shocked, and Molly is pretty damn proud of herself.

Pamela: Well, a win's a win!

Capetta: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Molly Holly!!

"Trouble" begins playing, and Molly jerks her arm away from the referee, putting the boots to Kennedy.

Kanyon: Well, Molly was a sore loser in her last match, but she's no better as a winner! Setting up the Valentine Neckbreaker--Blayze coming out from the back--and Molly dropping everything.

Molly slides out of the ring, and her and Sanders walk to the back, Molly a bit annoyed at the interruption.

Pamela: Awww...I wanted to see Daddy's Little Girl's Little Girl get punished a bit more. =P

Kanyon: Well, thanks to her Triad Angelic teammate, Kennedy escapes that, but there's plenty more action to come after this commercial break!

**Commercials**

During the commercial break...

Kanyon: We saw Molly showing a bit more of this aggressive streak of her's against Kennedy, but she may have reaped what she sowed--

*cut to footage*

Backstage, Savvy jumps Molly from behind. She throws Molly into a steel door, then takes a chair to her back, before dragging her out to a hallway and giving her a Final Rush through a catering table. She then trash talks a bit, but the cameras can't pick it up, except for the last part, "...You wanted to cheap shot ME? This is far from over..." After one last shot to the face, she walks away.

Pamela: Well, obviously Savvy is a coward, waiting until Sanders and her were apart to sneak-attack her from behind.

Kanyon: Well, I don't really condone that completely, but she did sort of ask for this. In just a few moments we're back to live action--

We cut backstage, where Paul Heyman is pacing. "Damnit, where is Fasha? She's taking forever to get here, and I want her to rip Hardy a new..."

Crysta walks up, carrying a totebag, wearing her ECW cap. "Hey hey Heyman."

Heyman blinks. "Ah, good...Crysta. At least ONE person can get here on time."

"Yeah. Nova's just outside. Fasha here yet?"

"No, she isn't." Heyman says. "I swear, that girl is going to be the death of me..." he says, shaking his head.

"Whaddup, Paul!" Nova greets from off-camera, pushing a wheelbarrow full of "toys" with him.

Heyman turns to Nova. "Hmm...I see that you're ready for tonight." he notes. "Been shopping with the Tommy Dreamer collection?"

Nova replies, "Eh--no kendo sticks or bowling balls, but I got the classic steel chair, an industrial strength snow shovel, a roll of barbed wire, 2x4 with nails sticking out of it, and a rubber chicken."

"...a rubber chicken? And I thought New Jack had some weird weapons..." Heyman notes, then looks at Crysta. "That wasn't YOUR suggestion, was it?"

Crysta shrugs. "... well, didnt' Akiko give Erica a rubber chicken for her match with Kane?"

"Well, I figured I could play fetch with Nexus after I bash his brains a few pegs down the evolutionary ladder--and they were all out of squeaky toys," Nova smirks.

Heyman smirks. "Good thinking. Though it probablly would be more effective with a pulley in the middle of it.

Nova taps his forehead, "Ahhhh...that's why they call you the Extreme Genius. Or why you call you the Extreme Genius."

Crysta giggles. "Well, either way, Nova's ready to take on Nexus and I don't see how Nexus even stands a chance."

Heyman nods. "Good, and remember this: I don't want you just to BEAT Nexus...I want you to MUTILATE Nexus! I want you to DESTROY Nexus! I want Nexus to bleed so much in the ring it will look like something his master did back in his "glory days"! I want you to go BEYOND Extreme in this match!"

"...okay..." Nova blinks. "You got some issues, man."

Heyman sighs. "Sorry, still pissed off at WWE screwing me over."

Akiko does a Kramer entrance at the door. "Did I hear somthing about mutilation? ^__^"

"Craving attention as usual, Akiko?" Nova smirks.

Akiko smiles. "Always. ^_^" She walks over and drapes her arm around Heyman's neck. "Howdy. So, the goody-goody of the group is late eh? ^__^ Good, I can start my whispering into your left ear before she gets to your right, eh? ^_-" She nudges Heyman.

Heyman smirks. "Ah, Akiko. Don't ever change. The would might implode on itself it you did." he states. "Yeah, Fasha's late. Don't know WHY she would be though...she's SUPPOSSED to beat the living hell out of Jeff Hardy tonight."

"Well, if she doesn't show, I'll take her place," Nova volunteers.

Akiko grins. "Mr. Double Duty. Oh that's right, you and Prancibald had a run in that never got settled, didnt' you."

"Exactly. So if Fasha's not here to take out that reject from the Children's Television Workshop, then I have a vested interest in it," he cracks his knuckles.

Heyman nods. "If that's the case Nova, don't wear yourself out on one to combat the other. I want BOTH of them to turn the mat color from grey to red, if you know what I mean."

Nova gives Heyman a salute as an affirmative.

Akiko smiles. "Damn... glad I got the night off. This'll be a good show if it'll get half as bloody as Paul wants." She adjusts the Extreme title around her waist, so it's facing the camera.

Heyman grins. "It will...one way or another..."

--

"Wolf" by Iced Earth cues up. Sparks and pyro blasts in the stage. Nexus rushes out of the back. He's got on his newer attire of dark blue jeans and ties on his biceps. His chest and face has bright warpaint and his hair is now a natural black. His mane waves wildly with a few feathers in it. He slides into the ring and begins to grab the ropes, shaking them like a madman, howling and pacing, running back and forth in the ring, like a caged animal.

Suddenly, the lights go out as the song abruptly ends. Flashbulbs go off in the crowds of course. And then, an errie air raid-like siren begins to fade in throughout the PA system...

Kanyon: Welcome back to Riot Rulz folks...and...did Nova change his theme?

Pamela: I don't think so...

Suddenly a spotlight fades on, and behind it directly is a single man, his appearance unrecognizable because the the bright light behind him.

Nexus stops his tantrum and kneels in the ring.

Kanyon: This is...what's going on? Is that Max again?

Pamela: I don't know, but this is freaking me out.

The air raid-like siren fades... and then the the spotlight turns off, the arena lights turn back on, and "Astonishing Panorama of the Endtimes" cues up! And standing at the entranceway is--

Pamela: *gasp*

Kanyon: What the...?

Indeed, it IS Ryokami! Fans half-boo and cheer him as he glances towards them. Then he walks down the rampway, walking to the ring, but not entering it, nodding to Nexus in acknowledgement.

Pamela: What's he doing here?

Kanyon: I don't know...I'm shocked he's even on Earth right now. What his purpose is here back in the EAW I don't know, but it seems Nexus is showing great respect and reverence to the former Fringe leader.

Pamela: Former? Maybe not anymore...

The music fades out, "The Extremist" cues up. Nova rushes out, pushing the wheelbarrow in front of him...looking at where Ryokami is standing...

Kanyon: A great deal of history exists between Nova and Ryokami...whether Ryokami is here to interfere or not, his very presence has got to have Nova uneasy.

Pamela: Well, regardless, Nova grabbing a steel chair and rushing into the ring--

*ding, ding*

Nova immediately takes a swing at Nexus, smashing him in the forehead. Nexus staggers back, shaking it off, and Nova delivers another one. Nexus seems to be sniffing the air, and blocks the next chairshot, yanking the chair from Nova's grasp, blasting him in the back twice. He whips Nova hard into the corner, charging in with a huge clothesline that sends Nova flipping out of the ring and to the floor!

Nexus grabs the chair, setting it up in the ring, and goes to the outside. He attempts to pick up Nova but gets nailed with a low blow. Nova grabs Nexus' tail, using it to throw him into the steel steps. Grabbing a shovel from the the wheelbarrow, he rushes towards Nexus, but he rolls out of the as Nova swings. Nova dives towards Nexus, ramming the handle against Nexus' throat. They struggle over it, and Nexus snaps his jaws down--biting the shove's handle in two!! Nexus then headbutts Nova, throws him head-first into the security railing, and takes the edge of the shovel with the spade and smashes Nova in the head with it.

Nova is rolled into the ring, and Nexus climbs into the ring, picking up Nova and driving Nova's ribs onto his knee...then hoists him up again...slamming him hard onto the steel chair set up in the ring!

Nexus howls, waiting for Nova to get up. As he does slowly, Nexus lunges onto him, but gets monkey-flipped off him. Nova springs up, grabbing the remnants of the chair and throwing it at Nexus, driving it into his snout with a dropkick!!

Both of them fall to the mat, and Nova rolls out of the ring, trying to shake off the pain. Nova throws a roll of barbed wire in the ring, and carries a 2x4 with nails poking out of all sides back in the ring with him. Nexus begins to get up slowly, and Nova leaps towards him, driving a knee into his throat! Nova then rakes the 2x4 across the snout and face of Nexus. Nova begins to unravel the roll of barbed wire and wrap it around the 2x4, before snipping it and kicking the roll aside. Nexus gets up and is nailed in the chest, stomach, and face with the 2x4, and Nova begins brawling with Nexus. Nexus fights back, beginning to bleed from several of the wounds, and bits Nova's forehead. Nova swings his fists to try to hit him, and Nexus responds by going down on all fours, shaking Nova from left to right as he has his head in his jaws. After spitting him out, Nexus gets up to his hind legs again, throwing Nova into the ropes and hitting a big boot. Picking up the roll of barbed wire, he drops it onto Nova, rolling it all along his body. He lays it on end, picking up Nova and planting him on it with the Lunar Bomb!

Ryokami watches on, very much amused.

Nexus pins Nova, getting a one, two--kickout just before the three!! Nexus is surprised, but doesn't waste a moment, picking up Nova and hoisting him over his shoulder, and running towards the edge of the ring--powerbomb attempt blocked by Nova who grabs the top rope, countering it into a headscissors sending Nexus over the top rope and into the wheelbarrow!!

Nova grabs the wire and 2x4, and tosses it out of the ring into the wheelbarrow, wheeling it up the ramp...but Ryokami follows, watching...

Nova dumps Nexus out of the wheelbarrow backstage, grabbing a pipe from a stack of them, and attempting to swing it at Nexus--Nexus grabs it, and stands up slowly. The two warringly tug on it, but Nexus leans back, lifting up Nova in the air--Nova lets go, dropping the floor, and ducks under a pipe sweep and jumps over a lower one. Nexus pops him under the jaw, though, and chokes him with the pipe. Nova tries to fight up, slipping his way free, and kicking Nexus in the back. A diving clothesline takes Nexus off his feet, and Nova picks him up, suplexing Nexus into the wheelbarrow. Cover on the wheelbarrow--kickout at two.

Ryokami looms in the background, and Nova turns around to face him--expecting him to strike...

Nexus gets out of the wheelbarrow, swinging the entire thing at Nova and knocking him into the other pipes, causing a pile of them to dump on top of him. Nova climbs out of it slowly, but gets caught by surprise as a charging Nexus DDTs him onto the pipes. Nexus picks him back up, hoisting up Nova in a chokebomb--but gets kicked in the stomach before he can execute the move. Nova picks up Nexus, and hits a Novacaine onto the wheelbarrow, then puts it on top of his opponent, standing on top for one, two--THROWN OFF of Nexus!!

Nexus is slow to get up, and both him and Nova have lost a lot of blood...Nova looks ready to capitalize, picking up Nexus as he keeps glancing to Ryokami warily--but as he attempts to pick up Nexus for the Krunch, Nexus counters with a reverse neckbreaker!! Nexus then picks up Nova, hoisting him up ready for another powerbomb...and charges forward and drives Nova's spine against the concrete wall! After recoiling from it, he rams Nova's back into it again, then backs up one more time, planting Nova's back against the wall hard and pinning him in place. The referee slaps his hand against the wall for one, two, three!!!

*ding, ding, ding*

Ryokami smiles, as Nexus lets go and Nova's body slides down into the floor, having left an indention of his body in the concrete...

Capetta: Here is your winner...by pinfall...Nexus.

Kanyon: Damn...

Pamela: Ryokami being there probably really threw Nova off him game. =/

Kanyon: Could be, but nevertheless, Nexus pulling off the win with a devastating finish. However, more important than that, what's Ryokami doing now? How'd he even get here?!

**Commercial Break**

As we come back, some generic-sounding porno-style music begins playing, as Kyewt bounces out from backstage, to whistles and catcalls from the crowd. She giggles, shaking her booty in her teeny-tiny bikini as she walks over to the part of the ringside area designated for this "match". There's a manned dump truck with a modest load of sand, ready to dump into the hole when ready. She kicks a little bit of sand into it and signals she's going to put Oseiko in there, and then gets up on the ring apron, beeending back...

Pamela: Chris...Chris?

Kanyon: What?! =P

Pamela: Need anything there? Maybe some suntan LOTION?

Kanyon: I'm cool. Welcome back to Riot Rulz, where we have an...intermission match planned.

Pamela: There's blood all over the mat, and after this, we got another Extremists' match--but if Fasha doesn't show, Nova's gonna be doing double-duty.

Kanyon: That'll be some tough luck for him, because Wisp can certainly be dangerous when he's not in control of himself.

Pamela: Eh, nothing Nova or Fasha can't handle--if the latter shows up--

"Learn to Crawl" by Black Lab cues up...

Pamela: Come on, Oseiko, haul it on out here! It's not like you're a prude or anything.

Oseiko comes out wearing the comparatively modest bikini she was in earlier, and looking towards the ring. She makes her way down the ramp, eeping a bit...

Pamela: Check out that mighty ninja, coming down to the ring stepping all dainty-like.

Kanyon: Well, that steel's a bit cold, and she is sensitive under her feet. Well, even Achilles had his heel, and we've seen that Oseiko can overcome that weakness if necessary.

Oseiko waves to the fans, and Kyewt sneaks up from behind, about to whap her on the rear--but Oseiko catches her hand, judo throwing Kyewt into the pool!!

Kyewt pokes her head out of the water, looking a little annoyed at that, clutching her chest from the sudden shock of the cold water...then smiles...slinking out of the water slowly.

Pamela: Bah, Oseiko's no fun. She was just playin'!

Kanyon: So it would be just playing if I slapped YOU on the rear?

Pamela: No, that would be a lawsuit.

Kanyon: Riiight, that makes sense.

Kyewt climbs into the ring...

*ding, ding*

Kyewt leaps at Oseiko with a body tackle, slapping her weakly, then getting up, grinding her hips, and dropping down on Oseiko's stomach. Oseiko sunset flips her, grabbing her legs and catapulting her into the corner. Oseiko then grabs her from behind--Kyewt goes behind, grinding her lap against Oseiko's, then backdrops her. Kyewt goes for Oseiko's feet, attempting to tickle her, but is gripped by her ear between Oseiko's toes and flipped over. Oseiko whips Kyewt into the ropes, Kyewt cartwheels forward, leaping up and taking Oseiko over with a hurracanrana!! She picks up Oseiko and throws her into the corner. She gets into position, grinding her hips again, and gets Kyewt's version of the stinkface--momentarily, until Oseiko shoves her out of the corner!! Oseiko scoops up and slams Kyewt, leaping off the ropes and dropping a leg--Kyewt yanks the waistband of Oseiko's panties, giving her a wedgie! Then she seems to dig her hand in a little--Oseiko quickly with an armwringer, and a set of armdrags. Kyewt gets back up, nailed with a dropkick!! Kyewt lands out of the ring, and Oseiko follows. Oseiko attempts to pick up the limp Kyewt, but she springs up and yanks Oseiko's head under the water, then yanks her head back out of it, Russian Leg Sweeping her. Kyewt drags Oseiko across the bridge, picking her up and setting up a Hentai-Plex, gripping a firm hold of Oseiko's chest--but Oseiko drives her elbows into the side of Kyewt, then turns around, roundhouse kicking her down. Kyewt gets up in daze, and Oseiko gives HER a wedgie, likely more painful than the one Kyewt gave her, and slaps her across the face, knocking her down. Kyewt smiles, leaping upward and trying to take Oseiko down by her legs...but Oseiko seems to be losing patience in this little game, and doesn't budge...Kyewt attempts to suplex her, no luck--then bumps and grins against her thigh. Oseiko gutwrench suplexes her, then locks on the tickle-lock submission. Kyewt giggles a bit, then quickly breaks out laughing, tapping...but unable to lose that way in this style of match. Oseiko pulls up Kyewt by her hair--and with a Bruce-Lee-style one-inch punch, sends Kyewt flying backwards and rolling directly into the hole. Oseiko climbs up into the dump truck, and reaches in, personally pulling a lever and dumping the load of sand into the hole!!

Pamela: YAAAH!! She's being buried alive!!

Kanyon: It's only about 3 feet deep, Pam.

*ding, ding, ding*

Capetta: The winner of this match, by burial, Oseiko!!

Oseiko half-smiles as her arm is raised, then then heads to the back. Kyewt pokes her head out of the pile of sand.

Pamela: Well, Kyewt's alright, although was pretty soundly defeated...and look, she's spitting it out!

Kanyon: I wouldn't have pegged her to do that.

Pamela: Oops, she lost her bikini top in the pile of sand.

Kanyon: Eh?!

Pamela: Oh, LG seems to have made her wear pasties. Disappointed, eh?

Kanyon: She isn't, I guess, shakin' them for the world to see anyway. Well, I guess we can get back to some actual wrestling after the break now?

Pamela: Heh, well, I guess if you insist--*headlocks Chris*

Kanyon: When I said "we" I didn't mean "we." =P

Pamela: Oh come on, you know if we did you'd lose to me anyway, just like you would to everyone else. ^_^ Stay tuned for more Riot Rulz after this break! HAHASTOLEYERLINE!!

**Commercial Break**

"Call Out My Name" by Inkubus Sukkubus cues up as we come back from break.

Kanyon: Welcome back to Riot Rulz, and this next match may be subject to change.

Pamela: Yeah--last we heard, Fasha had not yet arrived. Nevertheless, the Wisp is coming out her for live action, and we'll likely get some match out of it...

The Wisp bangs his head and does the gun-taunt on the ramp, before running down the ramp and sliding into the ring.

"Stick 'Em Up" by Quarashi cues up!

Kanyon: Well, apparently Fasha did arrive and things have been smoothed over.

Pamela: Good thing, too, because Nova doesn't seem to be in condition to pull double duty. So...where is she?

But Fasha doesn't come out. Her theme music fades out as the crowd buzzes over what has happened to Paul Heyman's cornerstone of the Extremists.

Kanyon: Then again...

Pamela: Hm...

"Stick 'Em Up" cues up again! But after a moment, STILL no Fasha!

Kanyon: Looks like Fasha didn't come after all. Well, this could be an easy trip to the pay winda for Wish.

Capetta: It appears that Wisp's opponent has not arrived for her match. So--

Suddenly a woman's scream that morphs into an inhuman roar cues up over the PA, and "Copycat" by Quarashi cues up! And out comes the Saiyan armor-clad CELIPA!!!

Capetta: Nevermind...

Pamela: Those are some strange clothes Fasha's in...is that Rubbermaid or foam rubber, or...?

Kanyon: Nope, Saiyan armor. And Fasha seems to be--well, remember how Mick Foley had different personalities?

Pamela: Yeah, that fat man-whore realized when he got stale he could masquerade as his uber-geeky childhood alter ego or...

Kanyon: Well, the point is that I'm trying to make--that isn't *really* Fasha there, but probably Celipa's taken over.

Pamela: ...well, let's see...

Celipa jumps over the top rope, and makes no hesitations in charging at the surprised Willow Wisp and leveling him with a clothesline!!!

Celipa goes to work right away on the Wisp, hammering him with rights, fast kicks, and a thrust kick as he gets back up after the clothesline. Then, another short-arm clothesline turns him inside out. She picks him up again, Powerbomb him hard into the mat with incredible force!! He begins to crawl up slowly, and Celipa gives a running kick hard into his midsection, sending him rolling out of the ring.

The Wisp climbs back up onto the apron, and flips over the ropes as Celipa charges in, taking her off her feet with a Hurracanrana. Back up--Russian Leg Sweep into a Compactor, but she kicks out at one.

The Wisp takes a few shots to Celipa's face--no effect. Then he goes for a back kick, but his ankle is caught. Enzui Giri--also to no effect!! Wisp kippups, and hits the far ropes--flying clothesline--CAUGHT and turned into a gutbuster! Celipa picks him up, holding him up high vertically, and leaps up and drives him into the mat with a Screwdriver!! She doesn't go for the pin, instead pulling him up and about to Gorilla press him, but a reversal into a small package saves the Wisp.

Wisp gets back up, whipping Celipa to the ropes, boosting her up, and dropping her throat-first across the top rope! Wisp follows up with a Sleeping Neckbreaker, covering her again, getting one, tw--TOSSED off violently by Celipa!!

Wisp back up, and rolls outside of the ring--Wisp grabs a chair, and smashes Celipa in the head with it...but Celipa still stands there. Another swing--Celipa head-butts the chair, and it bounces back, smashing Wisp in the face instead!! Celipa picks Wisp back up, and Swingslams him onto the chair!!

She picks him back up, tossing him into the ring, and climbs back into the ring. She signals she's going to finish him off, picking him up by the back of his mask--he thrashes to try to free himself--punching her in the base of her tail!! She breaks her grip, and the Wisp follows up with an inverted Atomic Drop!! He springs off the ropes, hitting a moonsault DDT to take down Celipa!!

He picks her up, setting of a Reverse-of-Fate, but...has no luck in actually hitting it. Celipa doesn't drop to the mat, rather remaining in place leaning backwards, and stands back up, grabbing Wisp and hitting the Franchiser!! Set up, and then a Celipa's Agony!! Then, looking not quite satisfied, she spots the turnbuckle, and with the Wisp on her shoulders, climbs up it...

Kanyon: Celipa not too familiar with the term "Overkill," and is going to the top rope--AN F-5 FROM THE TOP OF THE TURNBUCKLE!!!

Pamela: HOOOOOOLY...

Grabbing him by the neck...she suddenly goes Super Saiyan!!

Kanyon: AAAHHHHH...what in the hell?! Fasha lighting up like a lightbulb, and she's a blonde all of sudden...like one of those Super Saiyans.

Pamela: AHHH! My format blew away! ;_;

Kanyon: Wisp is major trouble here...

But Celipa merely--puts him back down on his feet--and tips him over with her pinky...and powers down, her hair going back to black.

Kanyon: Then again...

Pamela: ...well, that was anticlimactic.

The crowd looks confused and shocked as Celipa (?) nonchalantly exits the ring, the Wisp laying in it, unconscious.

**Commercial Break**

"All My Friends Crush You" By Neurotica cues up and Savvy comes out on stage. Krise Stratus comes with her. Both look determined for this match, knowing that in the main event against David Flair and a Mystery Opponant was a chance to give themselves the push they need.

They enter the ring and pose and pop for the crowd.

The music is then rudely cut off in the middle with an added record scratch sound...

"Superstar" cues up over the speakers after the breaking effect, and the crowd reaction turns a bit negative...changing only SLIGHTLY when they see who he comes out with.

Capetta: And their opponents, representing nWo Classic, first...being accompanied by Kelly Connelly-Flair, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, standing 6'2" tall and weighing in at 225 pounds...he now wishes to be known as..."THE ICON" DAVID FLAIR!

Pamela: WHOO! Kelly's back! And David with a new name! This is going to be a great night for the nWo, I'm feeling it!

Kanyon: Krise and Savvy watching on intently as Kelly and...the ICON David Flair...ugh, that sickens me to say that.

Pamela: Just call it as you see it, Chris. Flair all smiles right now, and I know he's got a major blockbuster on his hands with his partner.

Kanyon: Savvy and Krise seem eager...Flair with a mic...

Flair looks out to the crowd while outside the ring. "Ladies and gentlemen, today is a great day in nWo history. Today is the day that the nWo...both Classic and Wolfpack, get a major shot in the arm. And I just feel sorry for you two in the ring, because you're the first to get into this person's way. Ladies and gentlemen...my partner...the NEWEST member of the nWo...BRRRRROOOOOOOCK...LESNAR!"

Kanyon: WHAT!?

Pamela: HOLY...!

"Crush 'Em" by Megadeth cues up, and from the entryway, indeed, comes Brock Lesnar, wearing a black leather jacket with an nWo Logo on the back of it, and black tights that has the nWo logo on the front...ala Scott Hall and Booker T's WWF nWo attire, and his rib-cage logo on the back.

Kanyon: I can't believe I'm saying this, but it's really him! Brock Lesnar is now contracted by EAW...

Pamela: And Lesnar is now a proud member of nWo Classic! EAW, I have to say this, Here Comes The Pain!

Kanyon: Lesnar joining Flair at the bottom of the ramp, and now getting into the ring. This does NOT pose well for Krise and Savvy...

Pamela: Who Lesnar clotheslines as soon as he gets into the ring! Now THAT'S an impact!

Lesnar laughs at the fallen forms of Krise and Savvy, while David just grins in the corner. Savvy struggles up, then rushes in to lock up, hoping to use her strength, but Brock proves too strong even for her and pushes her back. He smirks as she gets back up to her feet. She goes in for another lockup and he fakes her out and boxes her ears. She's angry now and kicks him in the gut. While he's doubled over she gives him a DDT. While he's down, she straddles his back and begins to punch him in the head. But Brock just gets up! She's stuck on his back and he walks around a moment, with her piggy back on him. He grabs her by the head and bends over, flipping her off him hard on her back. She archs her back, holding it in pain.

Brock stalks her and begins to stomp away at her and then goes for a chinlock from behind, holding his knee in her back. She struggles in pain and tries to get away, but he continues to wrench. He lets go, but pulls her up and gives her a German Suplex. She's struggling just to get up to her hands and knees now. Brock smirks and looks to David, who nods his approval and holds out his hand. David gets tagged in.

David gets in and circles Savvy, stomping her a few times. He then gets down and puts her in a leglock, working her knee. She's starting to come around and begins to struggle and groan in pain to get away. Flair, ever confident, struts a bit before taking her down with a clip to the back of the legs. He goes to cover her, but only gets a two count, Savvy BARELY managing to get a shoulder back up from this.

Flair keeps circling Savvy, waiting for her to ALMOST get up to her feet, planning on clipping out her legs again, however as he attempts this time, Savvy steps forward and kicks David right in the head, knocking him down long enough to make the tag in to her partner Krise. Krise, being the fresher of the two, quickly goes to work on Flair, using her speed to out-move Flair, kicking him in the sides, before dropping him with her bulldog. She goes for a cover, but only manages to get a 1 count, Flair knowing where he was in the ring to get a foot onto the rope before the 3 count could be laid down. Krise gets back up, pulling Flair back up to his feet as she does so, but gets caught by surprise with what WOULD be a German Suplex, except that Flair is grabbing Krise by her side insted of behind her. Krise is dropped right onto the back of her neck, allowing Flair to crawl to his corner, and make the tag in to Lesnar, who grabs Krise's leg JUST before Savvy can be tagged in, and flings her by one leg head-first into a bottom turnbuckle. Savvy, seeing what happened to her teammate tries to get into the match to help her out, but Lesnar grabs her and flings her with an overhead Belly to Belly that sends her onto the arena floor, face first. As Lesnar starts to pick up Krise in the ring, Kelly grabs a chair on the outside of the ring, and slams the top of it right into Savvy's ribs, then runs to the other side of the ring before Savvy can get to her.

Lensar gets Krise back up to her feet, positioning her in the corner, as he repeatedly drives his shoulder into her sternum...until Krise jumps up, going to try and take Lesnar over with a sunset flip. However, this proves to be a bad idea, as Lesnar stops her momentum as she's going down, grabbing her and lifting her with ease...then dropping her HARD onto the mat with a powerbomb. Holding on, he lifts her up again, and drops her once again with a powerbomb. He continues this once more, before lifting Krise onto his shoulder, and drops her with the F-5. Savvy is about to dive into the ring, however Kelly hands David Flair the chair, and he hits her with it over the head, as Lesnar locks Krise into the Brock Lock. It's not long afterwards that Krise is tapping out.

*DING, DING, DING!*

Capetta: Here are your winners, the team of "The Icon" David Flair...and Brock Lesnar!

Pamela: WHOO! What a victory! What a showing! The nWo HAS gotten a big boost here!

Kanyon: If this is a sign of the nWo in the next few months, who KNOWS what is going to happen...

Kelly slides into the ring, raising the hands of David and Lesnar as the nWo anthem plays.

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As the nWo are celebrating in the ring, David holding up Brock's hand, JC Stone slides into the ring from behind--he nails David with the chair, then takes a shot to Lesnar, knocking him off balance but not out.

Dropping the chair, J.C. goes for the more direct approach, going fist-to-fist with the new recruit of the nWo! Brock takes control with a pair of knees to the midsection, and scoops up J.C. for the F-5! But J.C. slips free early in the spin, kicking Brock in the groin! JC then delivers his own Stonedriver Bomb on the near-300-pounder!! Afterwards, JC picks up a mic.

"Hey, Brock! Welcome to the EAW. Bitch!"

JC throws the mic down and climbs out of the ring as "St. Anger" cues up in JC's departure.