.. TOTAL .. ANNIHILATION ..

CHAIN MATCH
The Undertaker VERSUS Kane

# " Deadman Walkin' " # The music of the "American Badass" The Undertaker fills the arena. The fans are electric tonight! The Undertaker makes his way out from the back along with his unlikely agent Paul E. Heyman. The Undertaker raises his arm on the top of the ramp as Heyman pats his client on the back. 'Taker turns and gives Heyman a deadly stare to the delight of the fans before continuing down the ramp and entering the ring. The referee attacks the chain to 'Taker's arm as he awaits his half brother, the man he'll be facing tonight, the "Big Red Machine" Kane.. # " BOOM!! " # "Slow Chemical" by Finger Eleven plays as Kane makes his way out from the back with the black towel over his head. Kane dumps the towel on the bottom of the ramp before climbing onto the apron and stepping over the ropes. Kane gives his half brother a deadly stare with a sick grin on his face as the referee attaches the chain to his arm too. The referee wisely steps out of the way. Now, only a chain separates the two men. "Ding - Ding - Ding!" The match is underway.

Kane and Undertaker just stare at each other for a few moments until Kane makes the first move, striking 'Taker with a right hand to the face. 'Taker responds with a soupe bone of his own, straight to the face of Kane. Kane falls into the ropes and 'Taker runs up, clotheslining his half brother over the top rope and out of the ring - forgetting about the chain. 'Taker stands with his right arm over the rope due to the chain. Kane yanks the chain, pulling 'Taker over the top rope and to the outside. 'Taker landed awkwardly. Kane runs up and kicks him in the stomach as the fans let out a roar of cheers, they don't particularly like any of these men but it appears that they want the psychotic monster to win the match. Undertaker climbs to his feet but Kane begins to choke him out with the chain! This is why chain matches are a lot more dangerous than regular matches. The Undertaker can't get out of it as he struggles to breath. Kane runs towards the ring post, slamming 'Taker head first into the steel! 'Taker turns around looking dazed, Kane then strikes him with a huge uppercut to the jaw! 'Taker falls down to the floor as Kane looks down at him with a psychotic look on his face. Kane then pulls 'Taker up and rolls him back into the ring before following himself.

Kane pulls Undertaker up and backs him into the corner. Kane strikes him in the face with a right hand and goes to irish whip his brother, but 'Taker blocks. Kane walks back to 'Taker and gets a right hand to the face. 'Taker then leaps out of the corner with a flying lariat, using the steel chain to knock Kane down! 'Taker looks exhausted, he waits for a few moments.. KANE SITS UP!! What the fuck?! 'Taker's eyes widen in shock as Kane chuckles a like a psychopathic monster. 'Taker hits Kane with a kick to the face, right between the eyes, knocking him back down to the mat! Undertaker reaches down and pulls Kane back up. 'Taker hits Kane with a kick to the gut before manoeuvring behind him - locking him into the modified Dragon Sleeper. Kane can't quite escape as 'Taker shouts for him to tap out. Remember, you can win via submission or pinfall. Kane won't tap, but he slowly fades away. 'Taker eventually releases the hold after several more seconds. Kane gets up and turns around.. BIG BOOT FROM THE UNDERTAKER! Kane goes down like a tonne of bricks! The Undertaker falls to his knees, covering Kane, ...1..2..., Kane kicks out. It's gonna take a lot more than that to take Kane out. 'Taker lifts Kane up and hits him with a quick jab to the face before backing him into the corner. The Undertaker twists Kane's arm around and goes up onto the top rope. 'Taker begins to walk the ropes.. Old School Style! 'Taker can't finish off the move as Kane runs into the ropes! 'Taker falls groin first into the ropes! He yells in agony! Kane seems to snap, he nails 'Taker with a HUGE right hand to the face. 'Taker falls but Kane keeps him showing some immense strength. Kane pulls 'Taker back into the ring. Kane goes for a clothesline with the chain, but 'Taker somehow evades the attempt.. FLYING LARIAT! 'Taker just took Kane out with a huge lariat! Kane slowly gets up. 'Taker kicks him in the gut and locks him in a headlock type of submission, trying to ware him down but it's not happening as Kane pushes 'Taker away but not very far due to the chain. 'Taker turns around, wrapping the chain around his first.. SMACK! What a right hand with the chain to the face! Kane falls down to the mat, he's out of it! He's out cold! 'Taker lifts Kane back up and wraps his hand around his brothers throat.. CHOKESLAM! WHAM! ALL THE WAY TO HELL! Kane his out of it! he's out of it! The Undertaker has this one won! He covers Kane, ...1...2..., NO! How the hell did Kane kick out?!

The Undertaker can't believe it. He drags Kane towards the ropes towards Paul Heyman. Heyman retrieves a steel chair and hands it to The Undertaker, who then opens it up and sticks Kane's head in between.. Oh no, he can't.. Kane his a sick human being but NOBODY deserves this! The Undertaker his about to slam the chair down but Kane counters with a kick to the mid-section! 'Taker naturally doubles over. Kane removes the chair from around his neck and nails 'Taker over the head with it.. WHAM! ANOTHER VICIOUS CHAIR SHOT FROM KANE! 'Taker his busted wide open! Kane drops the chair and proceeds to wrap the chain around Taker's neck! Kane his choking his OWN flesh and blood out! 'Taker counters with several elbows to the face of the Big Red Machine and turns around.. He then takes Kane down with a monstrous clothesline, using the chain as an extended arm! Kane goes down in a heap! 'Taker kneels down and lifts his brother up by the throat, he's going for another Chokeslam but NO! Kane wraps his hand around 'Taker's throat! The Undertaker gasps for air, which isn't coming and his forced to release Kane! Kane, like a psychopathic indestructible monster, lifts 'Taker into the air for a Chokeslam but 'Taker drops out of it and spins Kane around. 'Taker lifts Kane up for a Tombstone Piledriver but Kane slips down behind 'Taker! The Undertaker now has the chain across his throat as blood pours from his gashed forehead. Kane laughs sadistically as he lifts up, snarling like a vicious animal.. TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!! The canvas is stained with The Undertaker's blood. Kane touches The Undertaker's head, removing some of the blood before staring into it psychotically.. Kane covers his brother, the referee counts, ...1...2....3! Kane has prevailed! He has defeated his brother in this brutal encounter!

WINNER: Kane

We cut to the parking garage to where we see a limousine pull up. When the limo eventually comes to an holt, none other than "The Game" Triple H hops out with a HUGE grin on his face. Triple H looks proud of himself for a reason, he looks as though he's looking forward to something. Suddenly we see Michael Cole jog up to Triple H. Triple H groans before beginning to speak.

' the game ' Triple H : What the hell do YOU want, Michael Cole?

' backstreet wannabe boy ' Michael Cole : Just to get a few words in with you ahead of your match with Shawn Micha--

Triple H cuts Cole off.

' the game ' Triple H : Who? Shawn Michaels?

' backstreet wannabe boy ' Michael Cole : Yeah, you two have a lot of hi--

' the game ' Triple H : Is Michaels the guy who says I've been livin' in is shadow, Michael Cole?

Cole nods.

' the game ' Triple H : You're kiddin' me, right?

Cole shakes his head.

' the game ' Triple H : Ugh, you've gotta be jokin' with me.. Shawn Michaels, yeah, we do have a lot of history but it doesn't mean ANYTHING. It means nothing at all. Ya see, when we step into the ring tonight we will end this rivalry once and for all.. The rivalry will end with Shawn Michaels laying flat on his back like a bloodied mess.. Shawn Michaels will be laying, staring into the sky asking his beloved God.. "Why me, Lord? Why? Why was I punished?" It's simple, you see Shawn, I betrayed you a few years back and we started this whole thing and too be quite honest, I'm gettin' sick of it.. Tonight Shawn, tonight is THE END of our rivalry and the end of YOUR CAREER!

Triple H laughs before heading towards the arena leaving Cole shrugging his shoulders as we switch to a different location.

The scene cuts to the backstage area where Eric Bischoff is seemingly talking to someone in front of him, that the camera is not willing to show.

' easy e ' Eric Bischoff : I can't believe the NERVE that Vince McMahon actually has to call himself the better man. I mean, can you believe that? He actually BELIEVES that he is more of a genious then me! It's ABSURB!

Eric rubs his chin, thinking to himself.

' easy e ' Eric Bischoff : You know, I have a plan. A plan to take him OUT of the game. Haha, it'll be sure to take "Mr.McMahon" out of the ball game. In fact, that's an Easy E GUARANTEE! And you should know, when Eric Bischoff Guarantee's something.. It ALWAYS ends up happening! Haha.

Bischoff stands up and walks over to the cameracrew.

' easy e ' Eric Bischoff : Get these stupid little cameras out of here. What do you think this is, kid? A damn festival? Hurry up, Get out of here! Me and my.. 'client'.. have matters to discus.

Eric literally pushes the cameracrew out of his office, as he then tends to the 'business' at hand.

The scene opens up backstage where Kevin Kelly is standing by The Rock. The fans cheer at the top of their lungs, screaming as LOUD as possible for the appearance of 'The Great One'. Kevin Kelly raises his microphone, conducting the interview.

' double kay ' Kevin Kelly : Rock, tonight you have a huge match. Possibly the BIGGEST match of your career, some say.

The Rock raises an eyebrow, looking surprised.

' the great one ' The Rock : Let The Rock start off by saying.. FINNNALLLLLLLY... THE ROCK, HAS COME BACK!.. TO NEW YORK! (The Fans Burst Into Cheers) Second of all, WHAT Did you just say, jabroni? If The Rock heard you correctly, you called this the BIGGEST match The Rock has EVER been apart of. Are you kidding The Rock, Kevin Kelly? Are you trying to get INSIDE The Rock's head?

' double kay ' Kevin Kelly : No I--

' the great one ' The Rock : Ah shut ya mouth jabroni. Do you think The Rock could care about Ric Flair? Do you actually THINK.. that The Great One see's the old man as a threat? Good god Kevin Kelly, how many doughnuts have you been eating? The fact of the matter is, is that tonight.. when The Rock walks down the PEOPLES asile.. when The Rock climbs into the PEOPLES ring.. and when The Rock HITS the PEOPLES ELBOW, there will be NO MORE fairy-tale! There won't be Ric Flair strutin' around like he's The Rock's RIGHT HAND MAN! (Fans Cheer) Oh No Jabroni, there will be NONE.. of that! What there will be, is Ric Flair layin' in a hospital bed after he's just got the SMACKDOWN layed down on his roody poo.. CANDY ASS!

Kevin Kelly takes a 'step back' approach to the interview as the arena is virtually BUZZING!

' double kay ' Kevin Kelly : How does it feel, Rock, to be apart of this great moment? You have the fans, you --

' the great one ' The Rock : What kind of question is that, Kevin? Do you think The MILLIONS.. (The Fans Chant 'And Millions') of The Rock's Fans care about that stupid question you just asked? (Kevin Shrugs) How does it feel to be apart of this moment? The Rock says this, you can stick your sweet talk up your candy ass because The Rock has come to Madison Square Garden to do ONE thing! And that's Layeth The SMACKETHDOWN ON ALLLL THEIR CANDY ASSES!! (The Fans Erupt)

' double kay ' Kevin Kelly : What abou--

' the great one ' The Rock : Whoa Whoa Whoa WHOA! You just made the SINGLE most BIGGEST mistake in your little life, jabroni. You just INTURRUPTED The Rock! Did The Great One give you PERMISSION to open your mouth? (Kevin Kelly Shakes His Head) In fact jabroni, get outta here! The Rock'll do this damn thing without your monkey ass.

The Rock pushes Kevin Kelly out of the camera's view and then moves into the "center of picture". The Rock raises the microphone back up, as The Fans are going absolutely WILD!

' the great one ' The Rock : Ric Flair, you can move around the arena with your hair slicked back ALL ya want for what The Rock cares, but you will NEVER.. And The Rock MEEEANS NEVER.. defeat The Rock. No matter how GOOD you are jabroni, The Rock is simply BETTER! The ROCK is simply.. electrifying. (The Rock Sniffs The Air, Getting A HUGE Response From The Crowd) Ric Flair, The Rock is gonna tell you something significant. The reason your candy ass won the World Title 16 times was because you couldn't keep that sum' bitch longer then TWO measley SECONDS! You think you got The GREAT ONES number? Hell Naw Jabroni, you ain't even got The Rocks jock strap. Tonight, when you strut your hundred year old monkey ass down the ring, The Rock'll check your candy ass DIRECTLY into the SMACKDOWN HOTEL! Haha, it's simple jabroni.. you bring the ass, and The Rock will bring the WHUPPIN'! (The Rock Smirks) The Rock will forever be the peoples champ, just like your ancient ass will forever be The Peoples TRASH! (The Fans Begin Chanting 'ROCKY, ROCKY, ROCKY'!) Tonight, Ric, you meet The Great One. Tonight you meet The Peoples Champ, in full flight, because The Rock says this, whilst your getting your wrinkley dryed up skin oiled by Randy Orton The Rock is shinnin' up his black boot REEEAL nice just for you. The Rock is POLISHING the mighty black boot, onlt to stick that sum' bitch STRAIGHT UP.. YOUR CANDY ASS!! (The Fans Continue To Explode With Cheers!) It DOESN'T MATTER if your an Icon, because quite simply The Rock is a LEGEND. The Rock is a LEGACY and tonight jabroni, your ancient antique ass is gonna hit Ha-ha, (The Rock Whispers) IF YA SMELL .. WHAT THE ROCK ... ISSS COOKIN'!

The Peoples Champ flahses the 'Peoples Eyebrow', as he then tosses the microphone back over to Kevin Kelly who looks absolutely ridiculous standing by himself in the corner. The Rock walks out of the camera's sight, leaving the fans crazied.

ICON VS ICON MATCH
The Rock VERSUS Ric Flair

# IF YA SMELL (Drums) WHAT THE ROCK (Drums) IS COOKING! # The fans stand in OVATION as The Rock makes his way from the back with a kick in his step! With the ENTIRE Arena going absolutely NUTS, The Rock makes his way down the rampway and manages to climb up onto the turnbuckle where he raises his arm up in the air. Whilst in the process, The Rock sniffs the air ; soaking in the amaizng atmosphere. As The Rock lowers his arm, he glances over the THOUSANDS and THOUSANDS of people in which are standing in ovation. The Peoples Champ elects to climb down and into the ring, where he adjusts his elbow pads and so fourth ; # WoOooOoO! # The sound of this particular music cannot be mistaken. Slick Ric, the 16 time World Heavyweight Champion emerges from the back wearing a fancy red robe. Ric runs his hands through his hair, slicking it right back. Some of the fans on the rails talk some trash as Flair passes them by. Meanwhile, in the ring The Rock paces up and down looking EAGER for the match to get underway. Flair aware of the situation cautiously climbs up the steel back steps, and very carefully enters the ring. As Flair stands in the corner that he entered from, he un-ties his red robe and throws it over the ropes onto the outside. The refree signals for the bell as The Nature Boy and The Peoples Champ begin cirlcing one another ; ' Ding - Ding '

Ric Flair and The Rock lock up horns, each trying to gain the early advantage of strength. Ric Flair manages to hustle Rocky back into the turnbuckle, from where the referee then breaks them up. Ric SLAPS The Rock across the face! The crowd watch on in anticipation as the two lock up again, THIS time The Rock gaining the momentum. Rocky pushes Flair into the turnbuckle, but The Nature Boy is quick to respond as he reverses the positions by tossing The Rock into the turnbuckle. Flair is like a fuckin' MANIAC! Ric is opening up on Rocky with right and left hands into the gut! The referee manages to pull Ric away, but WAIT! Ric Flair pushes the referee OVER! The Rock swings Flair around, right hand, right hand, another right hand, The Rock leans back and SPITS on his right hand, and WHAM! The Rock sends Ric Flair straight down to the canvas with a HARD jab to the jaw. The Peoples Champ continues the assult by sending right boots to the face of the '16 Time World Champion'. Rocky brings Flair back up to his feet and CONNECTS with a perfectly executed D-D-T. The Rock quickly gets back to his feet to deliver a few more vicious stomps to the head, putting Flair out of his misery for the meantime. Flair is helepd up again by Rocky, who Irish Whips him into the ropes. Flair bounces off a set of ropes and runs RIGHT into a Samoan Drop by The Great One! Rock hooks the leg. ONE ... TWO .... TH-KICKOUT! The Peoples Champ goes straight back to work, this time locking Ric Flair in a Headlock! The referee ask's Ric if he quits, but is simply screamed at with 'NO!'. The Rock pulls back harder whilst gripping to The Nature Boy's neck as HARD as he possibly can. Ric reaches out to the ropes but is FAR away from them. What the fuck!? Flair managed to RAKE the eys of The Great One! How in God's Name did he DO THAT!? Ric gets up and shakes off the cobwebs. He connects with a few right hand jabs, followed by a series of knife edge chops. The fans respond to the noise, as Flair chops Rocky all the way back to the ropes. Ric uses his forearm against the temple Of The Rock, before attempting an Irish Whip, but ROCK REVERSES! Rocky sends Flair into the ropes and bends down but Flair was ANTICIPATING IT! SMACK!! THE NATURE BOY DRIVED HIS BOOT RIGHT INTO THE CHEST OF THE ROCK WHILE HE WAS BENDING DOWN! THE SOUND OF THAT IS FUCKING SICK! The Rock rolls around the mat in pain and eventually drops to the outside. Ric Flair follows in pursuit, taking th match to beyond the ring.

The Rock slowly get's back up but Flair is RIGHT in his face to meet him with ANOTHER series of knife edge chops! What the fuck is the dirtiest player in the game gonna do? He's got Rock by his arm and is looking at the rail? RIC FLAIR WHIPS THE GREAT ONE INTO THE STEEL RAIL!! The fans let out an "Ooh" as The Rock's back is virtually CRACKED upon the steel rail. Rock moves a few steps forward to Flair holding his back in pain. Ric drives his right knee into the abdomen not ONCE.. BUT TWICE! AND A RAKE TO THE EYES FOR GOOD MEASURE! Ric Flair is a DAMN cheap shot artist! Flair takes Rocky over to the steel steps. BANG!! THIS IS SICK! DAMNIT! RIC FLAIR SMASHED THE ROCK'S HEAD INTO THE STEEL STEPS! THE ROCK IS BLEEDING, DAMNIT! THE ROCK HAS BEEN BUSTED OPEN AT THE HANDS OF THE NATURE BOY! The Fans start up a 'ROCKY' chant as Flair slides Rock back into the ring. The dirtiest player in the game slides back into the ring, and lifts up The Rock's head to show to the crowd exactly what he has done. Flair climbs back up to his feet and brings The Rock back up with him. What the fuck is he doing? Ric Flair is positioned for a BEAR-HUG .. But WAIT! NO! MANHATTAN DROP! The Rock bends over holding his private parts. What NOW!? Flair has a sadistic smirk across his face. Ric flicks Rocky's arm over his shoulder, and connects with a suplex! Ric makes the cover. ONE .... TWO .... THR-KICKOUT! The Fans sit on the edge of their seats as Flair climbs back to his feet. The Nature Boy grabs Rock's head and pulls it up, FORCING The Great One to get back up. The Rock looks exhausted! Flair with ANOTHER CHEAP SHOT! This time with a Back Rake! Damnit, this has GOT to stop! Rock screams in agony, as he is TAKEN DOWN BY FLAIR! RIC TAKES ROCK DOWN WITH A KNEE CLIP!! LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT RIC FLAIR! Ric is using a fury of right hand punches to the jaw and forehead of The Rock, where he has already been exposed. This is SICK! Ric FLAIR.. IS A SICK HUMAN BEING, DAMNIT! Flair is RAKING the bloodied face of The Rock!

'Slick Ric' finally lets go, allowing for The Rock to have some breathing space. Flair walks around the ring, receiving a MASSIVE amount of boo's. Rock is on his knees, struggling to get back up to his feet. Flair wrenches him up, and whips him HARD and FAST into the opposite turnbuckle! Rock's back once again collides heavily awkardly. Flair makes his way over to The Rock in a casual manner, thinking he has the match won. SHOULDER THRUST! Right into te abdomen! And ANOTHER! And ANOTHER! Ric Flair is absolutely CRAZY tonight! Flair CHOKES the Rock with his bear hands. For christ sakes, would the referee STOP this damn ambush! Ric Flair delivers a NAIL-BITING chop to the chest of The Great One! The Rock falls to one knee, looking completely and utterly GONE! The fans once again start up a Rocky chant, trying to urge their 'Champion' on. Ric pulls The Peoples Champ up again, and looks like a shark who smells BLOOD! Ric Flair Irish WHips ; NO! The ROCK counters and whips FLAIR into the ropes! The fans cheer loudly hoping that The Rock has it in himself to produce something spectacular. Flair rebounds off the ropes .. SPINEBUSTER!! THE ROCK HIT'S A FUCKING SPINEBUSTER ON RIC FLAIR! HOW THE HELL DID HE FIND THE ENERGY TO DO THAT!? FUCKIN' INCREDIBLE! The Rock SLOWLY.. SLOOOWLLLY gets back up to his feet, using the ropes for assistance. Ric Flair looks EXTREMELY groggy as he struggles dramatically to get back up to a vertical base. Ric falls down to one knee, as his head is tilted towards The Great One. Ric suddenly charges at Rock with a clothesline, but The Rock COUNTERS! The Rock avoids it! Could it be? ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! OH MY GOD, WHAT A FUCKING COMEBACK BY THE GREAT ONE!! The Fans are absolutely ELECTRIFIED as The Rock manages to put the right arm over Ric Flair! The refree drops to the mat for the count! ONE ...... TWO ..... THREE!! THE ROCK HAS DONE IT! THE ROCK HAS FUCKING DONE IT! WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A COMEBACK! The Rock RIGHTFULLY advances in on the World Heavyweight Title Tournament.

WINNER: The Rock

HIW camera's make their way inside the room of which Raven is in. Raven sits in the corner amongst the wreck which once was a locker room. We also see Julio Dinero and CM Punk standing at the opposite side of the room next to the door. The camera zooms in on Raven, who starts to speak.

' the dark prince ' Raven : Mind games.. Mind games. Taz, you were always weak psychologically. You are strong on the outside, you are a superb wrestler on the outside but inside (Raven puts to his head) You're weak. You see Taz, I am the smarter of the two and I am the one who will walk out of the match up with the victory and a ticket to the promised-land, a ticket to the next round of the High Impact Wrestling World Championship tournament. Taz, you scorn me with your foul language and I appreciate that, I appreciate the energy you waste upon me. I really do. Taz, with all of the talking you have done already I do believe that I can defeat you. When that bell rings.. "Ding - Ding - Ding".. My time will come.. My time to take the World Title is almost near.. It's coming soon.. You see, everyone almost certainly boasts about previous achievements.. Why? Confidence? My disciples Julio and CM Punk have accomplished a lot, so have I but I don't dwell on it.. I sincerely do not care about anything along those lines, I care about one thing: Destruction.

Raven pauses for a moment.

' the dark prince ' Raven : This up and coming match will display destruction, like Extreme Championship Wrestling did in it's hay day before it slowly demised into mere ashes, ashes like myself, Taz, Justin Credible & The Sandman.. We are the ashes of Extreme Championship Wrestling and tonight we will spark a new flame, we will battle.. Who really was the number one star in Extreme Championship Wrestling? Who? You have claimed to be, you all have.. But what about me? What about Raven?!

Raven sighs before continuing.

' the dark prince ' Raven : Sandman, you’re not hardcore to the bone – you’re merely a pretender. You deserted Extreme Championship Wrestling for WCW where you became a parody of yourself, where you became the "Hardcore Hak". You were pathetic, Sandman, and nothing has changed.. Nothing at all. I was the biggest star to EVER grace an ECW ring and I will prove that tonight when I defeat you, Justin Credible and Taz.. Three people who like to claim they were as big as the Raven but quite evidently weren’t.. You can quote me on this, quote me now.. Quote the Raven.. Nevermore!

The scene draws to a close just moments later.

HIW cameras re-appear in the parking lot where Michael Cole seems to be anxiously waiting someone. Suddenly, the noise of a vehicle can be heard coming closer to our camera's. It's a.. Its STONE COLD in his MONSTER truck! The fans go CRAZY as they see the monster truck stop just in front of Michael Cole, who looks like a MIDGET compared with the truck. Austin turns the motor off and opens the door. He climbs down onto the MASSIVE tyre and then manages to jump down to ground level. Michael Cole and the cameracrew quickly make their way around to him.

' backstreet wannabe boy ' Michael Cole : Mr. Austin, is there any chance that we might be able to conduct a small interview?

' texas rattlesnake ' Steve Austin : You want ta' interview Ol' Stone Col'? You want ta' get an update on how Stone Cold is gonna whoop TWO sum' bitches?

' backstreet wannabe boy ' Michael Cole : Yeah.. is now a good time?

' texas rattlesnake ' Steve Austin : Ah shaddup you backstreet boy wannabe. Look at ya. Tight lil' shirt. Tight lil' pants. Your a god damn PANSIE Michael. Your a DISGRACE! Your PA-THETIC! Do ya think Stone Cold want's you ta' bug him as SOON as he arrives at the arena? EH EH! Stone Cold Steve Austin doesn't want ta' have ta' answer your "STOOPID" lil' questions. The Texas Rattlesnake ain't up for it.

Cole seems to be embarrassed, as his cheeks turn red.

' backstreet wannabe boy ' Michael Cole : I guess this is not a good time for you, I --

' texas rattlesnake ' Steve Austin : Do I hafta' spell it out for ya Michael? I already told ya I ain't answerin' ya stupid lil' questions. What more do I hafta' do ta' get it through that HEAD of yours? Do I hafta' BEAT it into you, son? Is hat what Stone Col' has ta' do?

Michael Cole stutters ; obviously nervous.

' backstreet wannabe boy ' Michael Cole : N.. N.. No. No. Not at all.

' texas rattlesnake ' Steve Austin : Then stop flappin' ya gums son, cause one day ya never know ; The Texas Rattlesnake might just decide ta' BITE ya! Do ya think I'm worried about those two lil' bastards? Haha, you gotta be kiddin' me son. Matt Hardy? Christian? They are NOBODY'S! They are TRASH! They are what I would feed ta' my Rattlesnake, son. Matt Hardy walks around with that blonde bimbo thinkin' he's achieved somethin'. He thinks that Torrie Wilson is his brightest STAR! HA-HA! I have NEVER, and I mean NEVER heard so much bullcrap in my lIFE! Do you hear me Michael? IN MY LIFE! He has that other lil' bastard followin' him, actin' like he's a servant to Matt. PUH-LEASE! Matt, you scrawney lil' jackass, you ain't got nothin' on Stone Cold. Hell son, you can't even hold Stone Col's JEANS! Your JUST like every other sum' bitch who thought he was somethin'. Tonight, when you step into tha' ring with The Bionic Redneck.. I GUARANTEE ya, your ass is gonna cop a beating! A 3:16 BEATIN'!

' backstreet wannabe boy ' Michael Cole : What about Christian?

' texas rattlesnake ' Steve Austin : If ya would shut your trap for ONE second son, then ya wouldn't be askin' that. Christian is JUST like Matt Hardy. He pretends ta' have the peeps. He PRETENDS ta' be the best, but he ain't nothin' but another pile of crap! Tonight, Imma' put this jackass outta business for good.. AN' THAT'S ALL I GOTTA SAY ABOUT THAT!

Austin looks at Michael Cole, who is obviously scared.

' backstreet wannabe boy ' Michael Cole : Good Luck Austin, it --

' texas rattlesnake ' Steve Austin : Luck? I don't need luck son. I'm Stone Cold Steve Austin ; THE TOUGHEST S.O.B in this BUSINESS! Luck is for stupid lil' bastard's like Matt Hardy and Christian who couldn't fight their way out of ah' wet paper bag! Haha!

Stone Cold brushes past Michael Cole, heading off prehaps to his locker room to get ready for his match-up later on tonight. The scene fades away, re-appearing in the Arena itself.

SINGLES MATCH
John Cena VERSUS Chris Jericho

# " Word Life! This is basic Thuganomics! " # John Cena's very own rap signifies the entrance of the 'Doctor of Thuganomics". Cena makes his way out from the back with a microphone in hand. He eventually enters the ring after removing his Basketball Shirt and slapping a few of the fans' hands. Cena calls for his music to cut, and it does so. Cena then raises his microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.

' doctor of thuganomics ' John Cena : Lemme hear ya make some NOISE!!

The fans respond with cheers as Cena smirks.

' doctor of thuganomics ' John Cena : Right 'den yo', tonight I have a BIIIG match with the 'King of the World' dawg, Chris Jericho..

Why Too Jay
Dawg, how did ya come up wit' tha'? It's kinda gay
Hey hey, I'm not one for petty insults and cheap shots
But I've been thinkin', tonight I'll make an exception, it's Chris Jericho.. So why not?
Jericho man, I'm gonna beat 'chur ass one - two - three
Why? 'Cause you can't see me!
Dawg, it's true..
Yeah man, true 'dat Johnny C's gonna beat 'chu!
You ain't no King of 'da World..
You ain't even tha' que--

# " BREAK THE WALLS DOOOOWNNN!! " # Cena is interrupted by the music of Chris Jericho! Jericho makes his way out from the back with a cocky look on his face.

' king of the world ' Chris Jericho : Will you puh-leaase shut the hell up! Ya see Johnny boy, I've been sittin' in the back lookin' at a monitor and you've bein' makin' my ears bleed you sanctimonious sonuva bitch! An' worst of all, you've bein' disrespecting a LARGER THAN LIFE.. LIVING.. LEGEND! You've bein' disrespecting ME, Chris Jericho.. The first ever WWE.. UNDISPUTED.. CHAMPION OF THE WORRRLD!!

' doctor of thuganomics ' John Cena : Woah woah daw--

Jericho quickly interrupts Cena.

' king of the world ' Chris Jericho : Wait there just a second, JERKY. Did I actually give you PERMISSION to speak? I'm Chris Jericho God-Dammit! The King of Bling-ah Bling and I'm sick to death of your stupid little raps so ya see Johnny, tonight.. No no.. Wait.. In fact.. RIGHT NOW I'm gonna come down to this ring and lay a Why-Too-Jay Beat down on your ass! Junior, it'll be a beat-down you'll NEVER.. EVEERRRR forget!

Jericho storms down to the ring after removing his jacket like a man on a mission! He slides under the bottom rope and takes it right to Cena, hitting him with a stiff forearm to the face. Cena goes down. Jericho continues the assault with a series of stomps to the mid-section of John Cena. Jericho lifts Cena up and throws him into the corner. Jericho follows up with a turnbuckle clothesline, he then swiftly turns and goes for another clothesline but Cena ducks!. Jericho turns and runs back at Cena but Cena scoops Cena over his shoulder and drops him over the ropes, but Jericho lands on the apron! Cena turns and gets decked with a right hand from Chris Jericho! Cena backs off allowing Jericho time to re-enter the ring. Jericho runs and takes Cena out with a clothesline! The angered Chris Jericho goes down to the mat and follows up with a series of rights and lefts to the face of John Cena! Jericho then gets up and walks over to the corner. He climbs up onto the second buckle before posing. Cena gets up, Jericho leaps off the buckle with a double axe handle but he leaps straight into a kick to the gut! Jericho doubles over. Cena lifts Jericho up and holds him in the air allowing the blood to rush to his head before dropping down with a suplex! Jericho holds the back of his head in pain as Cena backs off into the ropes, he's pumping it up! Five Knuckle Shuffle! He connects with Jericho! Cena goes for the cover, ...1...2., Jericho kicks out. Cena continues the assault with some mounted punches before climbing back up to his feet and backing into the corner. Cena does the "You Can't See Me" taunt as Jericho climbs off the mat and to life.

Cena sprints out of the corner and goes for a clothesline, but Jericho ducks the attempt and springs to life, nailing John Cena with a lag lariat to the face! Cena falls down onto the mat holding his jaw in agony. Cena slides to the outside as Jericho climbs to his feet shouting "I'm the King of the World.. Bay-bee!" Jericho walks around the ring for a few moments and he sees Cena on the outside, slowly climbing up to his feet. Jericho walks towards the ropes and uses them as a sort of vault, leaping over with a vaulting body press - he lands on Cena! Both men go down on the outside! The referee begins to administer the count, he reaches three and Jericho his up. Jericho slides back into the ring to break up the referee's count. He then slides back to the outside and lifts Cena up. Jericho scoops Cena up and drops him on the barricade face first! Cena bounces off awkwardly. Jericho kicks him in the gut and slides him back into the ring before following himself. Cena his on all fours, Jericho runs up and takes him out with a kick to the mid-section. Cena his in SERIOUS pain right here on Annihilation. Chris Jericho his taking it right to the Doctor of Thuganomics. Cena climbs to his feet. Jericho bounces off the ropes and goes for a Bulldog, but Cena ducks the attempt. Jericho turns and runs at Cena but Cena hoists him up onto his shoulders.. F-U! F-U CONNECTS!! Both men go down to the mat, Jericho his out of it! He clutches his back in agony as Cena lays flat on the mat in pure exhaustion. Cena eventually crawls over Jericho, perhaps taking a little too much time, ...1...2...., NO! Jericho just gets his shoulder up! How did he manage that? How did he kick out of the F-U?!

Cena gets up with his hands on his head, he can't believe it and neither can the fans. Cena pulls Jericho up, LOW BLOW! Cena doubles over! The referee never saw it! Jericho with a school boy roll up. ...1, Jericho opts to continue to roll through - locking Cena in the Walls of Jericho! Cena screams in agony as Jericho screams the words "Tap! Tap you sonuva bitch!" out loudly. Cena reaches towards the ropes.. AND GRABS THEM! Jericho is forced to release the hold! He doesn't like this. Jericho begins to argue with the referee in protest. He turns back around and finds himself on John Cena's shoulders. John does the "You Can't See Me Taunt" but Jericho drops down behind Cena. Jericho comes off the ropes and takes Cena out with a Bulldog! Cena turns around on the mat, in the centre of the ring! Jericho runs towards the ropes and leaps off with a massive Lionsault, he connects! He connects with the Lionsault!! Jericho hooks the leg, ...1...2... THREE! Chris Jericho wins! He has defeated John Cena! What an impressive victory for the self-proclaimed King of the World!

WINNER: Chris Jericho

HIW cameras head backstage to where A-Train is getting himself ready for the match he has later on tonight. He stands in front of a large mirror, with a look on his face that can only represent a man who is completely focused.

' train wreck ' A-Train : It's TIME! Time for two pretty little PUNKS.. to feel the WRATH! To feel the WRECKAGE!

A-Train stares intensely into the mirror.

' train wreck ' A-Train : World Championship Tournament, Round 1. I'm gunna completely and utterly STROLL through it. I will LEAVE a Train Wreck in my path, as I follow my lead to my destiny. That World Championship, HaHaHa.. it belongs to ME! It DESERVES to be around MY waiste! Nobody else! Not Eddie Guerrero, not Randy Orton. ME!

An evil grin rises onto the face of A-Train.

' train wreck ' A-Train : Eddie Guerrero. HA! Does he even KNOW who the HELL he's going to step into the ring with? Does that small, talentless MORON actually think he stands a chance? Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. This is the baddest, fastest, most INDESTRUCTABLE beast going around today! My destiny awaits. You, Eddie, you will be sent back to feeding the MEXICANS! I WILL FORCE YOU INTO GOING BACK TO TACO BELL! You DON'T compare, Eddie! You NEVER have, and you NEVER will! Tonight, in just a few moments time, I will RUN THROUGH YOU LIKE A HOUSE ON FIRE! That World heavyweight Championship is in the BALANCE! It's up for GRABS! It's AWAITING it's MASTER to grab it by the scruff of the neck! Eddie Guerrero, you my weakling.. Haha! You.. are about to be no longer known to man. In fact by the end of tonight, there will be NOTHING even left of your worthless body because by the time our match-up is over, your gonna be smashed up.. and your gonna be FLATTENED.. SOMEWHERE.. In a TRAIN WRECK!!

A-Trains smirk turns into a sadistic laugh, as he continues to glare at himself in the mirror.

' train wreck ' A-Train : As for you, Randy. Consider yourself in the wrong place at the WRONG time! Just like the name, you'll come to realise that the torture your about to go through.. the pain, the SUFFERING.. It's ALL just boiled down to one simple word. Annihilation! I hope you're ready boys because this is ONE Train that ain't gonna be stoppin' for passengers anytime soon! Ha-Ha!

With that said A-Train steps out of the camera's sight.

The scene opens to show the concrete surroundings of one of the superstars locker rooms. The camera pans out and shows someone doing up their tape around their wrists. We see the letters FTW and the crowd instantly begin to boo inside the arena. Taz stops and looks into the camera looking just as usual and just as pissed as always. He begins to speak whilst looking directly into the camera.

' fuck tha world ' Taz : The Time has fucking come. Tonight The Sandman, Raven and Justin Credible shall become Just another Fuckin Victim to the Human Suplex Machine. Tonight in a EC Fuckin’ W rules match The One Man Wrecking Crew is going into that ring to Choke Da Fuck Out of all of them bitches and afterwards when Im declared the fucking Winner Im going to show the rest of you bitches in the back what it is like to be brought up in the streets of Brooklyn. Make this a warning to everyone in High Impact Wrestling tonight I leave three broken bodies inside that ring and tonight I shall become one step closer to the HIW World Heavyweight Championship. Bitches.. BEAT ME IF YOU CAN .. SURRRVIVVE.. IF I LET YOU!!

Tazz spits into the camera and then punches down the cameraman as the screen goes to static with the crowd inside the arena booing at the top of their lungs.

We are backstage once again, where Randy Orton and Midajah are snuggled up inside The Evolution Locker Room.

' the sexy idol ' Midajah : Just thinking about that lovely gold championship around your AMAZING body pleasures me.

' Legend Killer ' Randy Orton : Haha, your dead right baby. Before you know it, that fantasy will become a reality. In due time Midj', I will be crowned as the HIW World Heavyweight Champion!

' the sexy idol ' Midajah : It's about time that professional wrestling is graced with someone so perfect. For years upon years we've had to endure looking at painfully UGLY faces such as Steve Austin, Chris Jericho and Kurt Angle.. but it's all about to change, thanks to you, Randy. At last the world will have a PROUD.. and sexy (Midajah Winks At Orton).. champion.

Orton leans over and kisses Midajah softly on her lips.

' Legend Killer ' Randy Orton : Baby, not only am I the future.. but I am the PRESENT! I am a money maker, a man who brings in the ratings.. a man who defines the word champion. Tonight, when the time is right, I'll hit the RKO on Eddie Guerrero and A-Train before they can even THINK of how to counter it. It's my time.. It's Evolutions time.. tonight is the start to a new era. Tonight is where the legacy of Randy Orton truely begins. I'll FORCE A-Train into shaving that back, baby. I mean, if he's human then he'd definitely feel like an idiot when he's competing against me. What is his plan, exactly? Is it to disguise himself as a hideous gorilla? Or maybe, Midj'.. maybe it's because A-Train simply can't AFFORD to hire somebody to shave that back. Not everybody can be like me, in fact, NOBODY can. I'm a monkey maker, lady thriller, championship material SUPERSTAR! Tonight is the night that Randy Orton lives up to the expectations.. Tonight is where two idiots.. two morons.. two WANNABEE'S.. are EVOLUTIONISED!

Just as Randy Orton and Midajah lean over to kiss one another, Triple H and Ric Flair walk into the Locker Room.

' dirtiest player in the game ' Ric Flair : WOOO, I told ya Hunter that this kid's a charm! Haha! WoOO!

' the game ' Triple H : You ready, Randy?

' Legend Killer ' Randy Orton : I was born ready, Trips.

' dirtiest player in the game ' Ric Flair : Then let's get on the move! WOOO! Stand up! Stand up, Randy! Stand up Midajah! It's time ta' go out there, WOOO, and kick some ass the way that only EVOLUTION knows! WoOOoOoO!

' Legend Killer ' Randy Orton : Haha, steady the boat Ric. There's no need to rush. Afterall, it IS only A-Train and Eddie Guerrero we're talking about. I mean, do you honnestly think that A-Train could 'Train Wreck' The LEGEND Killer? Haha, guys, I've fryed many bigger fish in my time then A-Train.

' the game ' Triple H : Yeah, tonight will be no sweat. Hell, EVERY solitary fight is no sweat. We are the VERY BEST that this business has to offer. Eddie Guerrero and A-Train, Haha, they wouldn't even be worthy of SHINNING our shoes.

' dirtiest player in the game ' Ric Flair : You got that right! WooOo! Come on, it's time ta' PARTY! It's time ta' get the ball ROLLIN'! WoOoO! Follow Tha' NAYTCHA' BOY!

Ric Flair is going completely off his nut, as he walks out of the locker room first. Triple H and Randy Orton exchange a grin as The Game then makes his way out of the camera's sight. Randy Orton and Midajah get up together, hand in hand, walking out of the locker room as the scene fades away.

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Eddie Guerrero VERSUS A-Train VERSUS Randy Orton

# VIVA LA RAZA! # The sound of Eddie Guerrero's theme music blasts over the PA system. The fans have mixed reactions as Eddie Guerrero makes his way out from the backstage area with Chavo following closely behind. Eddie prances his way into the ring whilst Chavo finds himself trash talking a few of the fans behind the rails. Gray Smoke begins to shoot out at the top of the ramp, along with the music of A-Train's. The fans don't exactly make their full 'impressions' felt, although there is a hell of a lot more boo's than cheers. With a mean look on his face, A-Train walks down the asile and climbs into the ring. He walks over to where Eddie was standing, thus making the Guerrero to move to the other side of the ring. A-Train beats his hairy chest a couple of times and raises his arm up in the air showing no emotion in his facial expressions at all. # EVOLUTION! # Randy Orton and Midajah emerge from behind the black curtains as they receive a chorus of jeers. They slowly walk down the ramp, soaking in the atmosphere. Many of the fans lean over the rail talking trash, but Orton and Midajah shrugg it off by shouting a word or two back. Randy helps Midajah up the stairs and holds the ropes for her, as a few whistles are made. The referee signals for the bell as Randy Orton see's Midajah out of the ring with a peak on the cheek. 'Ding Ding'.

Straight away Eddie Guerrero goes after Randy Orton with thunderous right hands to the forehead. Orton bends over, backing back by coping VICIOUS right and left hand clubs! A-Train turns Guerrero around with AUTHORITY! WHAM! A-Train delivers a HARD right hand to the jaw of Eddie Guerrero, and ANOTHER! A-Train bounces Eddie off the ropes and sends him to the opposite of the ring ; Eddie bounces off the ropes AND DUCKS a big boot! Guerrero bounces off another set of ropes .. OH MY GOD!! A-TRAIN JUST TOOK GUERRERO'S FUCKING HEAD OFF WITH A MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE! The fans are in AWE! Orton attacks A-Trian from behind knocking him down to one knee. Randy grabs the head of A-Train with his right hand, almost like a modified headlock, whilst he proceeds to belt down on the skull of A-Train with SICKENING right hands! Randy then applies the proper headlock, squeezing as hard as he physically can. The ref asks A-Train several times, but he refuses to give up. Orton tightens his grip on 'The Trains' neck! Guerrero slowly gets back up and quickly runs to the ropes. What the fuck? DROPKICK TO THE LEGEND KILLER'S FACE! WHAT A MOVE! The boots of Eddie Guerrero connected SEVERLY with Orton's face! Eddie brings Randy back up to his feet. Kick to the gut of The Legend Killer, Eddie wraps his right arm around Randy's neck! Another modified headlock? NO! D-D-T! Eddie makes a cover. ONE .. TWO .. KICKOUT! Guerrero claps his hand's yelling at the referee to count faster. Eddie hammers down a few fast right jabs to take the sting out of Orton as he climbs back up. WAIT A SECOND! A-TRAIN IS BACK UP!! A-Train awaits for Guerrero to turn around! The fans begin to cheer, urging and stomping their FEET for him to turn around. Eddie FINALLY turns around and TRAIN DELIVERS A BIG BOOT RIGHT TO THE FUCKIN' FACE! A-Train is on a fucking MEAN STREAK! Train picks Eddie up with two hands, lifting him high up in the air whilst choking the LIFE out of him in the process! Eddie Guerrero is absolutely DEFENCELESS! WAIT A SECOND! ORTON IS BACK TO HIS FEET AND DROPKICKS A-TRAIN IN HIS CALF, THUS CAUSING BOTH EDDIE AND A-TRAIN TO FALL DOWN AWKARDLY!! SMART Move by The Legend Killer!

Randy goes back to work quickly, helping A-Trian back up. Orton delivers a kick to the gut and connects with a perfectly executed Neckbreaker. Eddie Guerrero uses the ropes to get back up and hobbles over to Randy Orton, who takes FULL advantage of the current disability that Guerrero has. Randy places Eddie's arm over his shoulder and hoists him up into the air. GREAT move by Orton, letting the blood rush to the head! WHAM!! HANGING SUPLEX! Orton makes a quick cover. ONE .. TWO .. TH-KICKOUT! Randy grabs the head of Latino Heat and wrenches it up as he gets back up to his feet. Randy turns Guerrero around so that his back is facing him. What the HELL does he have in mind? Orton hooks the arms of Guerrero! FULL NELSON SLAM! Eddie rises in agony, holding his back! Meanwhile, A-Train slowly gets back up, looking rather stunned. A-Train try's to shake off the cobwebs as The Legend Killer climbs the turnbuckle. Oh my god.. Don't tell me.. Orton waits in a crouching position on the top rope. A-Trian turns around, facing in Orton's direction! OH MY GOD!! ORTON CONNECTS WITH A FUCKING CROSSBODY FROM THE TOP ROPE!! ORTON FOLLOWS THROUGH, COVERING A-TRAIN! ONE ... TWO ... THRE-KICKOUT! A-TRAIN KICKED OUT! How the FUCK did he kick out!? The Fans are in complete AWE! This is an AMAZING match-up! Orton slowly climbs back up to his feet, taking things a lot slower. Orton grabs ahold of A-Trains head and wrenches it upwards, FORCING 'The Trian' to get to his feet. Randy irish whips 'The Train' into the turnbuckle. The Legend Killer charges at A-Train but cops a Forearm to the jaw for his trouble! A-Trian continues to lean against the turnbuckle as Orton charges at him FOR THE SECOND TIME. AGAIN, A-Train uses his forearm to effect causing Orton to walk away with his jaw in his hand. A-Train with AMAZING STRENGTH, picks Orton up and SCOOP SLAMS him HARD into the mat! A-Train grabs both of Orton's legs.. What the fuck has he got in mind? A-Train falls back and CATAPULTS Randy into the turnbuckle! The Legend Killer falls back down to the ground, holding his throat. Eddie Guerrero is back up and attacks A-Train from behind, but 'The Train' BARELY moves! A-Train turns around to Guerrero.. EDDIE LEAPS UP ONTO A-TRAIN FOR A HURRICANRANA! BUT A-TRAIN CATCHES HIM IN MID-AIR! OH MY FUCKING GOD! 'The Train' adjusts the position that Eddie is in, and places him on his shoulders! Oh No, your kidding me. Could it be/ TRAIN WRECK!! A-TRAIN CONNECTED WITH THE TRAIN WRECK!! OH MY GOD.. EDDIE GUERRERO IS LAYING MOTIONLESS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING RING!! The CARNAGE in the ring is UNBELIEVABLE! A-Train raises his arms in the air, SCREAMING his lungs out! This is fucking SICK! WAIT JUST A SECOND! IT'S ORTON!! RANDY ORTON IS BACK UP TO HIS FEET AND IS STALKING A-TRAIN!! 'The Train' slowly turns around to see where The Legend Kilelr is and GETS NAILED!! RANDY ORTON CONNECTS WITH THE RKO!! IT'S GOTTA BE OVER! ORTON HOOKS THE LEG! ONE .... TWO .... THREE!! He's done it! After a match through fucking HELL, Randy Orton has defeated A-Train and Eddie Guerrero to move on in the World Title Tournament! My god.. What a MATCH!

WINNER: Randy Orton

Whilst Randy Orton and Eddie Guerrero make their way backstage, A-Train is FURIOUS in the middle of the ring. He is REFUSING to leave. Suddenly, the HIW-Tron flicks on and we see Vince McMahon in his comfortable chair in his fancy office. McMahon has his reading glasses on and looks like he has something up his sleeve.

' genetic jackhammer ' Vince McMahon : You know, as I was sitting in MY comfortable chair that MY company supplied, I sat back and I watched an entertaining match-up. (Vince Smirks) I came to the conclusion that having A-Train LOSE this match, well.. quite frankly WOULDN'T be fair! I thought to myself.. 'Why Let Such Good Talent Go To Waste?'. And then it came to me. Being the GENIOUS that I am, I thought of something INTERESTING.

A-Train and the Fans appear to be getting anxious.

' genetic jackhammer ' Vince McMahon : A-Train this involves yourself.. so if I were you, I'd stand tight. Next WEEK.. On Annihiliation.. will be a BATTLE ROYAL consisting of FOUR HIW Superstars that DIDN'T make it through to Round 2 of the World Championship Tournament. HOWEVER, those four of course will be picked by The GENETIC Jackhammer ; yours truely.. because damnit, I'm Vince McMahon and I can do WHATEVER the HELL I want! By the END of tonight, you will ALL know the Four Superstars who will participate in that Battle Royal. Haha, but here's the catch. The WINNER of that match-up will be crowned as the FIRST EVER High Impact Wrestling Intercontinental CHAMPION!

A-Train stays exactly the same as before whilst The Fans are cheering at the top of their lungs.

' genetic jackhammer ' Vince McMahon : The FIRST man in that Battle Royal, will be the man that is standing in the ring before you. A-TRAIN! HA-HA! (Fans Continue Cheering Loudly) I told you that I will ALWAYS be the better man then Eric Bischoff. It's because NOBODY.. NOBODY.. SCREWS WITH ME! NOBODY, DAMNIT!

Suddenly A-Trains face turns from doom to an evil smirk. The fans are STILL cheering extrememly loudly, as McMahon speaks once again.

' genetic jackhammer ' Vince McMahon : Have a nice night Ladies and Gentlemen and enjoy the rest of the show ; courtesy of the CREATOR, courtesy.. of Vincent Kenedy MCMAHON!

McMahon flashes a huge grin before the HIW-Tron flicks off and the location of the scene changes.

We cut backstage to where we see Scott Hall walking through the corridors with the toothpick in his mouth and with a confident look on his face, but suddenly, Hall stops to where we see none other than the 'American Dream' Dusty Rhodes standing in the corridor talking to backstage interviewer Josh Matthews. Rhodes turns to see Hall and begins to speak.

' american dream ' Dusty Rhodes : Howday part-nah! What be up wit' you Scotty, gettin' ready for your match 'gainst 'dem boys Mordecai n' Double Jay?!

Hall simply nods.

' da bad guy ' Scott Hall : Ch'yeah.. Why?

' american dream ' Dusty Rhodes : Jus' wonderin', ya see, back in 'da hay-day da Amewican Dweam was kickin' ass 'n takin' names day in day out, an' I see potential in ya Scotty boy..

' da bad guy ' Scott Hall : Is that right?

' american dream ' Dusty Rhodes : Yeah, you could be 'da new Amewican Dweam.. Scott Hall, da Amewican Dweam numba' two.. If ya weeeell!!

Scott looks confused, he doesn't know what the eccentric old man his talking about.

' da bad guy ' Scott Hall : Chico, that's great an' all but I've got a match to go to.

' american dream ' Dusty Rhodes : Wemembah' Scotty, teach 'em a darn lesson if ya weeeeelll!! Be clubberin' 'em 'til ya win! Do it for ya'self an' Amewica!

Dusty pats Scott on the back.

' da bad guy ' Scott Hall : Yeah chico, I plan on doin' it for ME.. And me only, now if you'll excuse me.. Da Bad Guy has got some punks to attend to.

Hall pushes past Dusty and heads off through the corridors. The camera turns around and we see Dusty smirking.

' american dream ' Dusty Rhodes : I like 'dat guy..

With that in the books, the scene switches to a different location.

We cut to the backstage area, well, what we presume to be the backstage area. The room is littered with candles and in the centre of the room there is the infamous staff of Mordecai. Then, the camera turns around to reveal Mordecai seemingly praying to the staff. Mordecai begins to speak.

' the preacher ' Mordecai : Lord, you are too forgiving.. TOO FORGIVING! I keep telling you, these people do not deserve to be forgiven for their sins.. They take you lightly lord, they take me lightly and I am telling them to redeem themselves and to stop their sinning ways but they will not listen, they will not take my advice.. They would rather go to hell, Lord.

Mordecai briefly pauses before resuming.

' the preacher ' Mordecai : Scott Hall his a prime example, a alcoholic, someone who indulges in the low-life activities of the creatures which line the sewers.. The creatures which lay directly at the bottom of the hot pits of hell. However, Lord, you are too lenient.. You will forgive him, but I won't.. I will PUNISH him for his sins, I will destroy him.. His day of reckoning as come, and I will send him to the cess pit known as hell.

Mordecai pauses once more before staring up into the ceiling.

' the preacher ' Mordecai : Jeff Jarrett, the same goes for you.. Sure, you do not indulge in alcoholic beverages but you are still a sinner.. You have sinned in the past and continue to do so, that is why I will not forgive you for your actions like the almighty will.. I will make you pay for your sins, like I will make all of these people pay for their sins.. Lord, I condemn all of these sinners.. TO HELL!!

The camera then cuts away from Mordecai and returns to a view of the ring inside Madison Square Garden.

HARDCORE MATCH
Brock Lesnar VERSUS Scott Hall VERSUS Mordecai

# " Here Comes the Pain! " # rattles through the arena, signalling the entrance music of Brock Lesnar whom makes his way out from the back with a stern look on his face. Brock walks out from the back with Vince Russo following closely behind, clapping for his client. Brock hops up onto the ring apron, and on queue the pyrotechnics hit, and Lesnar climbs through the ropes and into the ring as the old New World Order music fills the arena and out from the back emerges the 'Lone Wolf' Scott Hall. Hall walks out from the back, doing his usual taunts. Hall stops at the bottom of the ramp and does the "I'm Scared" hands motion as Lesnar paces around the ring in anticipation. Hall climbs into the ring and he and Brock stare each other down, but not for long as a white flash engulfs the arena. The mystic music of Mordecai hits and out he comes, along with the staff and robe. Mordecai walks down to the ring slowly, setting a series of pyrotechnics off before placing his staff into the holder which sits at the bottom of the ramp. Mordecai then takes his robe off and walks up the ring steps, not removing his eyes from his opponents. Mordecai eventually steps through the ropes and takes place in his respective corner as Hall and Brock back off a little, not knowing what the unpredictable Mordecai as the bell rings, signifying the start of the match up.

Suddenly, Brock strikes Mordecai with a kick to the gut and begins to hammer away on his opponent's back with a series of clubbing forearms. Then, Scott Hall joins in. Mordecai jolts up and pushes Brock away, sending him into the ropes. Mordecai then turns his attention to Hall. Mordecai hits Hall with a right hand before sending him across the ring with a irish whip. On the return Mordecai lifts his foot up into the air, Hall has no time to react.. WHAM! Big Boot to the face! Hall goes down to the mat and rolls out of the ring and to the outside floor as Brock returns to action. Brock backs off into the ropes and runs at Mordecai, hitting him with a clothesline but it hardly phases the big man who rallies back with a hard right hand of his own, knocking the 'The Pain' down. Mordecai then goes for a big elbow drop, but Brock rolls out of the way! This could be the opening for Brock Lesnar! Suddenly, Scott Hall reaches into the ring and pulls Brock out. Hall throws Lesnar into the ring post, Lesnar falls backwards and his almost beheaded by a Scott Hall clothesline! Hall turns to the ring to see Mordecai leaning against the turnbuckle. Hall slowly makes his way round to ringside, taking a steel chair from next to the announcers. Hall then runs and slides into the ring.

Mordecai steps out of the corner after conducting what looked like a prayer. Hall swings the chair and connects with Mordecai! Mordecai falls back into the corner. Hall drops the chair, he then kicks Mordecai in the gut and plants him with a quick DDT onto the steel! It's all over, it's got to be! Hall covers Mordecai, ...1...2..., Mordecai JUST kicks out. Lesnar slides back into the ring. He climbs to his feet and goes after Hall, hitting him with a right hand. The two proceed to exchange blows, with Brock taking somewhat of an advantage. Lesnar eventually nails Hall with a kick to the mid-section before whipping him into the corner. Brock goes for a big corner splash but nobodies home! He turns around and manages to nail Hall before Hall hits him. Hall falls into the ropes, Brock runs up and disposes of him with a clothesline! Hall falls out of the ring and to the outside, hitting the apron on the way out. Hall could be SERIOUSLY hurt here, he holds his head in agony on the outside of the ring. In the ring Mordecai climbs to his feet, Lesnar walks towards him - Mordecai hoists him up, SPINEBUSTER!! What an impact!! Brock lays flat on his back, Mordecai doesn't go for the cover instead he lifts him up and kicks him in the gut before lifting him up onto his shoulders into a Razor's Edge type position showing some immense strength! Mordecai his going for the Crucifix Bomb, NO! Brock drops down behind Mordecai and hits a low blow! Mordecai doubles over. Brock turns him around and scoops Mordecai up onto his shoulders.. F-5! Lesnar just connected with a huge F-5 to Mordecai! Mordecai lays flat on his back, Lesnar stumbles around before falling on top of Mordecai, into the cover, ...1...2..., broken up by Scott Hall! Hall broke the count up with a double axe handle!

Hall picks Lesnar up and throws him over the top rope and to the outside. Hall then climbs out of the ring too. Hall drags Lesnar around the ring and throws him into the ring steps! Hall takes the top off the announcers table as Lesnar slowly climbs to his feet, Hall kicks Lesnar in the gut and sets him up for a powerbomb, placing his head in between his legs! Hall goes to lift Lesnar, but just can't quite manage it. Lesnar counters with a huge Back Body Drop! Hall goes crashing onto the outside floor! Lesnar looks exhausted. Russo makes his way around the ring and hands Lesnar a guitar, the guitar which belongs to Russo's former client Jeff Jarrett! Brock stalks Hall, with the guitar in hand. Hall goes onto his knees. Lesnar measures him up, LOW BLOW! Scott Hall was playing possum! Jarrett doubles over in agony as Hall springs to life, Hall climbs to his feet and picks the guitar up! The tables have turned! Mordecai climbs reaches down and out of the ring, grabbing Hall's hair! Hall swings up, SMACK! Hall just nailed Mordecai with the guitar! Mordecai is out of it, the big man has been taken down! Hall drops what's left of the guitar and turns his attention to Lesnar. Hall kicks Lesnar in the gut and somehow lifts him up.. OUTSIDER'S EDGE!! THROUGH THE TABLE! OH MY GOD! BROCK IS OUT OF IT, HE'S OUT OF IT!! Hall crawls onto the broken table and covers Lesnar, ...1....2...3!! Scott Hall advances in the World Title tournament!!

WINNER: Scott Hall

Suddenly, Vince McMahon walks out to the top of the ramp, inturrupting Scott Hall's victory.

' genetic jackhammer ' Vince McMahon : I'd hate to spoil a good moment for you Scott, but quite frankly, I'm the boss and I can do whatever the HELL I please! You see, I need FOUR participants in the battle royal next week for the Intercontinental Title. I was sitting in the back, looking over this match carefully.. and it came to me. What would a battle royal be without MORDECAI? (The Fans Boo) Haha, I knew you'd like it ; that's why Vince McMahon is a GENIOUS! So Mordecai, big guy, you can COUNT yourself in the Battle Royal next week! Haha! Oh, and Scott, I hope you didn't mind.. In fact, I KNOW you don't mind!

McMahon laughs out aloud as he makes his way backstage. Mordecai has a sadistic grin on his face as the scene fades out.

We cut backstage to where we see Torrie Wilson oiling Matt Hardy up before the match. Shannon is parked on the leather couch watching closely and Matt can't seem to help but notice it.

' version 1 ' Matt Hardy : Do you mind, Shannon? Mattitude is in preperation mode.. I don't need two eyes staring a HOLE through me.

' mattitude follower ' Shannon Moore : Sorry Matt.. I'm just nervous about tonight. I mean, Mattitude has a chance to be at the TOP of the mountain.

' version 1 ' Matt Hardy : Ah, you are quite the in-experienced Shannon. There is no CHANCE or MIGHT about it.. Mattitude IS going to the top of the mountain. I mean, come on guys, do you honestly to god think Mattitude would fail in it's path to glory to a guy who pretends to have fans, and a guy who is drunk 90% of the time?

Torrie add's her opinion into the discussion, as she also continues to oil up Matt's back.

' seductive ' Torrie Wilson : Don't have any doubts Shannon. I have got Matt prepared in, well.. (Smiles) The best possible way.

Torrie and Matt share a smirk, but is unfortunately broken by Shannon's stupidity.

' mattitude follower ' Shannon Moore : But Matt, how can oil prepare you for a match?

' version 1 ' Matt Hardy : Nevermind my Follower. YOU just concentrate on preparing the AFTER-PARTY, because baby.. 'Vee One Ah' is goin' off air in STYLE! Ha-ha!

Torrie finishes up oiling Matt's back, as we quickly move onto another location in the arena.

HIW camera's take us backstage to where Christian is "gelling" his hair up to be perfect. You can see how much care Christian has for it, as he gently tries to manoeuvre it about.

' peeps champ ' Christian : Sh'yeah, this haircut so totally rocks the UNIVERSE Big C.

Christian proceeds in making his hair look 'perfect'.

' peeps champ ' Christian : How can those two other dorkchops even THINK they can compete with this? Look at those ab's, baby. Big C is so TOTALLY the stud of High Impact Wrestling!

Christian flexes his ab's for the camera as he still continues the procedure with his hair.

' peeps champ ' Christian : Matt Hardy..pssh. That's a name that REEKS of Suckitude! Pssh, his Mattitude doesn't even COMPARE with Vitamin C! I put the C in Cool, sh'yeah, and Matt totally put's the R in REEKASAUROUS! Haha. IN due time, I so totally will become the King of HIW, I mean pfft, How could you beat being World Heavyweight Champion AND The Peeps Champ? Haha, They're going to love it. The Peeps will more then likely shead a tear. Maybe even BURST out into tears of joy, because afterall, The Peeps have had to watch me being held back. Tonight though, it's a different story.. a TOTALLY different story. Soon, Christian is gonna be wrapped in cher GOLDAGE! Hehe, As for Matt Hardy and Steve Austin.. Dude, they so totally need to get a LIFE! Look at Austin for example, the reekazoid drink's beer ; that's ALL he does. What kind of Champ is that, pfft? It's time the industry is graced with superior talents. Talents like Vitamin C, baby! Tonight and forever on, It'll be known that the entire WORLD.. Every single DORKCHOP in the world.. Is JEALOUS OF CHRISTIAN!!

Eventually, Christian manages to perfect his hair style. Christian grins from ear to ear as he addresses the matter one last time.

' peeps champ ' Christian : Dude! You are ONE sexy beast! (Christian Checks Himself Out, And Points To His Heart) I'm doin' this one.. for the PEEPS!

The Peeps Champ makes his way out of the camera's sight, as the scene draws to a close.

3 WAY ELIMINATION MATCH
Christian VERSUS Matt Hardy VERSUS Steve Austin

# CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! AT LAST .. YOUR ON YOUR OWN! # The fans boo as Christian's old theme song rattles through the arena. Christian struts out in style with a huge grin across his face. You can tell by the way Christian is walking that he's definitely confident tonight. As he climbs into the ring, he makes his way over to the turnbuckle where he raises his arms up in the air. The Peeps Champ points to his heart and then out to the THOUSANDS and THOUSANDS of fans, but gets very little positive feedback. The lights turn to a grayish blueish as The start-up of Version 1 begins. "OHHH YEAHHH!" The music begins getting into a rhytem as Matt Hardy makes his way out from the back, with Torrie Wilson and Shannon Moore following behind. Torrie and Shannon stay on the outside as Matt climbs into the ring, keeping a close eye on Christian. # GLASS SHATTERS! # The fans jump up out of their seats, going completely NUTS, signalling the entrance music of Steve Austin whom makes his way out from the back with a focused look on his face. Austin walks out wearing the usual black 'AUSTIN 3:16' vest, with his black trunks, black knee pads and black boots. Steve storms down the ramp, climbs up the steps and makes his way into the ring. Christian and Matt Hardy take a step back as Austin poses on all four of the turnbuckles. With the fans going absolutely CRAZY for the Texas Rattlesnake, he takes his vest off. The refree calls for the bell, signalling the start of this contest. 'Ding Ding'.

Christian and Matt Hardy start it off, exchanging several right hands before Christian finally gains the advantage. Christian with a toe kick to the gut, neckbreaker! Austin waits for Christian to get back up and LEVELS him with a vicious right hand, followed by a SERIES of left's and right's. Austin back's Christian back into the ropes and whips him across to the other side of the ring. Christian rebounds and Austin connects with his Lou Thesz Press! Austin hammers away with right hands to Christian's forehead before quickly getting back up to his fed, bouncing off the ropes and driving his elbow RIGHT into the face of Christian! Matt Hardy gets back up, but is met THROWN out of the ring by The Texas Rattlesnake! Shannon attends to Matt on the outside as Austin goes right back to work on The Peeps Champ. Stone Cold lifts Christian up and throws him into the nearby corner. The fans begin getting involved in the match as Austin proceeds to belt the living CRAP out of Christian with several right boots to the mid-section. Christian falls down on his ass, with NO WHERE to go in the corner. Austin sticks his middle finger up RIGHT in his face, before stomping a MUDHOLE right through The Peeps Champ! Austin grabs Christian by the head, forcing him up to a vertical base. Stone Cold with a kick to the gut, he pushes Christians head in between his legs. Powerbomb? NO! PILEDRIVER! Christian's NECK was virtually dis-structured in that move. The Texas Rattlesnake makes a cover. One .. Two .. Kickout! Matt Hardy is back in the ring, and stalks Steve Austin from behind. Matt applies a Reverse DDT, and HITS IT! Matt makes the cover. ONE .. TWO ... KICKOUT! Version 1 gets back up and stomps on Steve Austin like a mad man! 'Vee One Ah' makes his way over to Christian, where he lifts him up to his feet. Right hand to the mid-section, one to the face. Matt Hardy positions Christian in between his legs. What the? CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB! Holy shit, where the fuck did Matt pull that one from? Matt Hardy makes his way over to the turnbuckle ; He climbs to the top rope. Matt Hardy holds his V1 sign up high! Don't tell me? LEG DROP FROM THE TOP ROPE! The Hardy Boy's have been FAMOUS for that move! Matt Hardy covers. ONE .... TWO .... THR-KICKOUT! Close call, but nevertheless Christian is STILL in the match. Austin gets back up but takes a breather as he watches Matt Hardy pull Christian up to his feet. "AHHHHHH!" comes from The Leader Of Mattitude. Is it The Mattitude Adjustment? Matt Hardy grabs Christians neck, swings.. WHAM!!! MATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT! CHRISTIAN'S OUT OF IT! Matt Hardy hooks the leg ; ONE .... TWO .... THREE! Christian's eliminated! It's down to Matt Hardy and Steve Austin!

Eliminated: Christian

Austin has Hardy's number, drilling him with two hard right hands as SOON as Matt gets back up. Stone Cold whips Matt Hardy into the ropes and catches him with a MASSIVE SPINEBUSTER! AGAIN, Austin climbs over Matt to thump him with VICIOUS right hands. Stone Cold applies an arm lock in the middle of the ring! Hardy tries reaching out to the ropes but to no effect, as he is FAR, FAR away! Austin pulls back harder, applying even MORE pressure on V1's arm. Matt Hardy slowly crawls towards the ropes as Austin leans back, making it excruciating for Matt. Once again, Matt makes it closer, and closer, and a little more closer. All of a sudden, Matt Hardy is JUST out of reach of the ropes. Austin pulls back EVEN more, but Matt Hardy crawls a little closer. Hardy's got the ropes! What an amazing effort, but the damage is done! Austin gets back up and proceeds to STOMP the absolute HELL out of Matt Hardy. Steve brings Matt back up to his feet and delivers a big time clothesline! Austin covers Hardy. ONE ... TWO ... TH-KICKOUT! What can Austin do from here, what can he dig up? He rises to his feet, as does Matt Hardy. Austin grapples Matt from behind! What the? BACK BODY DROP! Once again, Austin quickly gets back up, lifting Version 1 up with him. Stone Cold flicks Matt's arm over his shoulder. The Texas Rattlesnake hoists Matt up and drops him like a bad habit with a Fisherman's SUPLEX! One.. Two.. Thr-Kickout! Austin storms back up to his feet, staring a hole right through the referee. Meanwhile, Matt Hardy manages to get to his feet. Austin turns back around and receives a PERFECT dropkick! Matt slowly gets back up, as he uses the ropes for good assistance. Austin shakes the cobwebs off as he meets Matt in the middle of the ring. Matt positions Stone Cold for a.. MATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT!? The fans sit on the edge of their seats, Matt swings! NO! Austin counters! Stone Cold pushes him to the ropes, KICK TO THE GUT! MIDDLE FINGER! STUNNER!! AUSITN GOT IT! AUSITN HIT THE STONE COLD STUNNER ON MATT HARDY!! Matt Hardy is completely LAID out! Stone Cold drops to his knees, COVERS Matt Hardy! The referee makes the count. ONE .... TWO .... THREE!! Austin's done it! The Texas Rattlesnake has advanced in the World Championship Tournament!

WINNER: Steve Austin

We switch to the backstage area, to a locker room. The locker room floor is lined with loose beer crates and cigarette packages. The camera pans around to reveal the one and only 'Hardcore Icon' The Sandman! The Sandman holds a can of Budweiser and doesn't look too pleased ahead of his big match up against three other former ECW wrestlers in Taz, Raven and Justin Credible. Sandman stares directly into the camera and begins to speak.

' Hardcore Icon ' The Sandman : So, I was called a few days back by Eric Bischoff who told me that I had got myself a lil' match, lil' match with three other former ECW wrestlers.. Extreme Championship Wrestling, people loved that fuckin' place and so did I. People would die for ECW and the World title, but even better, people would KILL for it! I was one of those people. I would do anythin' for that damn title, I'd take any mother-fucker on and make them pay.. Pay the ultimate price, the ultimate price and by that I mean to step into the ring with the Hardcore Icon and become his little BITCH!

Sandman chuckles a little before continuing.

' Hardcore Icon ' The Sandman : Taz, go about makin' threats son and they'll all fly back into your face in the forms of my fists. Oh yeah, that's right. Ya see Taz, I'm not scared of you.. I don't fear you, Vince Russo and Jasmine St. Claire - In fact, I couldn't give a flyin' fuck about all three o' ya! Raven, you like to play these mind games.. You ALWAYS loved to play with people's heads and get under their skin to throw 'em off their games, well I got news for ya, it don't work. You see, mind games fuel my rage and when I get pissed I'm likely to unleash my rage on the nearest thing possible, and tonight, it'll be either you, Taz or Credible..

Sandman chugs down the beer. Sandman then lets out an "Ahh" as he begins to speak once more.

' Hardcore Icon ' The Sandman : You three guys, you're all hardcore in some way or another but I take it to a whole new level! I've beaten the best in the past and guys, lets face it, none of you are really in your prime.. I mean, who have we got here? Scotty Flamingo, Aldo Montaya and some guy who's s'posed ta' scare me 'cause he's from New York? Pfft, whatever. Anyway, nothin' will change the fact that I'm gonna go out there and take you three punks out 'cause I'm HARDCORE.. I'm HARDCORE.. To the fuckin' bone!

Sandman chuckles a little as we go to a close up of one of the discarded beer cans before returning to the arena.

We cut backstage once again, this time to where Justin Credible and Francine are preparing for the up-coming contest.

' just in credible ' Justin Credible : Who the fuck do these "Exe-ECW" guys think they are? I'M the man that carried that place. I took it from a jobber of a place, to being REMEBERED. It was ALL me! All these fuckin' tools like taz, they did nothin'. They did absolutely NOTHIN'. Yet, they get all the credit. For fuck sake Francine, I was HARDCORE from dawn to dust.

' queen of extreme ' Francine : Baby, you've got this match. You OWN them. Taz, The Sandman and Raven don't have your number baby. They haven't a thing, but you, Justin.. you have the chance to become the first ever HIW Heavyweight Champion.

' just in credible ' Justin Credible : Yeah, that's right Francine, and you can bet your ass that Justin Credible is going to PROVE to the world that I'm no jobber. I'm the BEST thing that ever happened to professional wrestling. I'm as COOL as a CUECUMBER, baby! There ain't NOBODY better then me and here in High Impact Wrestling, the world is gonna realise that. The world is gonna come to grips with the fact that Justin Credible is as fuckin' hardcore as it gets.

Justin begins softly punching the air, as Francine continues with the discussion.

' queen of extreme ' Francine : You don't have a THING to worry about Justin. You ARE the best, and there's no doubt in my mind that you will go the way. That World Championship has YOUR name on it, Justin.

Credible agrees with her by nodding his head.

' just in credible ' Justin Credible : You know, fuck what the critics say. Tonight when I go out to that ring, and I display images of ECW at it's best, then there's NOTHING they can judge me on. I'm gonna take this tournament by storm.. I'm gonna turn it into something BEYOND Extreme! Fuck Taz, Fuck The Sandman and FUCK Raven! All they need to know is that Justin Credible Not just the COOLEST! Not Just The Best! But THAT, my friend, is JUST-IN-CREDIBLE!

Justin Credible stretches his arms, as Francine does the talking.

' queen of extreme ' Francine : Tonight is YOUR night, baby. It's the night where you put the critics to sleep, and let your talent run wild. Haha.

The two make their way out of the room, as the scene switches back to The Ring.

ECW RULES
Justin Credible VERSUS Raven VERSUS Taz VERSUS The Sandman

# " Beat me if you can... Sah-Vive.. Sah-Vive.. Sah-Vive.. If I let'chu! " # Taz's old ECW music fills the arena, summing up this match perfectly - ECW! The man from the Red Hook Section of Brooklyn, New York makes his way out from the back with the black towel on his head. Taz storms down to the ring like a man on a mission, he's ready to kick some ass and takes some names tonight here on the first EVER edition of High Impact Wrestling Annihilation! Taz climbs through the ropes and enters the ring as a modified version of Nirvana's "Come as You Are" fills the arena signalling the entrance of the 'Dark Prince' Raven. Raven stops on the ramp to do the crucifix pose, but suddenly, Justin Credible runs out from the back and clocks Raven from behind with the Singapore Cane which he holds! WHAM! Another huge cane shot! Suddenly we hear Metallica's "Enter Sandman" play from the PA system! The fans begin to cheer loudly as The Sandman makes his way out through the crowd! Sandman hops over the barricade and enters the ring behind Taz. Sandman spins Taz around and plants him with a kick to the gut, The Hardcore Icon then follows up with a big DDT in the centre of the ring! Taz lays spread-eagled on the mat as Sandman looks down at him. Meanwhile, back up the ramp we see Justin Credible beating away on Raven with rights and lefts! Credible pulls Raven up and drags him down to the ring. Credible goes to hit Raven with another right, but Raven blocks and takes Credible down with a short-arm clothesline! Raven pulls Credible up and sets him up, lifting him into the air, and dropping him on the barricade gut first with a suplex! Credible falls back, heaving in agony as Raven turns and slides into the ring.

Raven and The Sandman engage in a stare down until Raven kicks Sandman in the gut, but Sandman somehow manages to block before reeling Raven in. Sandman goes for a DDT, but instead Raven reverses via pushing Sandman down to the mat. Sandman gets up clutching his back, Raven backs off and nails Sandman with a Super-Kick square to the jaw! Sandman falls down to the mat and rolls to the outside as Taz re-enters the ring! Raven turns around.. WHAM! TAZ-FUCKING-PLEX! TAZ-PLEX! RAVEN GOES FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE AND OUT OF THE RING, TAZ HAS JUST KILLED HIM! RAVEN HIS OUT COLD! Raven lays motionless on the outside as Taz paces around the ring. Then, Credible and Sandman re-enter. The two link arms and goes for a double clothesline, but Taz ducks. The two men turn and get floored via a diving clothesline from Taz! Taz does the cut throat motion before going to the outside and wondering around to ringside. Taz retrieves a steel chair and re-enters the ring. Sandman his the first up, Taz errantly swings the chair as Sandman ducks! Credible his up.. WHAM! CHAIR SHOT TO THE SKULL OF JUSTIN CREDIBLE! Credible his out of it, he's out of it! He rolls out of the ring in agony as Taz turns his attention to The Sandman! Sandman runs towards Taz and receives a hip toss. Sandman gets up and looks around, he doesn't know what's going on here.. Taz grabs him from behind.. TAZ-MISSION! TAZ-MISSION LOCKED IN ON THE SANDMAN! HE'S GOTTA TAP! HE'S GOTTA TAP DAMN IT! THERE'S NO WAY HE CAN ESCAPE! Raven enters the ring and break up the submission with a clubbing blow to the back! Taz turns looking distraught, Raven kicks him in the gut .. RAVEN EFFECT! IN THE CENTRE OF THE RING! Credible slides back into the ring, this is an all out BRAWL!

Credible spins Raven around and lifts him up into a Tombstone Piledriver position before spinning around.. OH MY GAWD.. THAT'S INCREDIBLE! Raven lays flat in the ring as Taz begins to stir. Credible turns to The Sandman and goes for a right but Sandman blocks and connects with a toe kick. Credible doubles over. Sandman then drags him towards the ropes and throws him into them. On the return Sandman lifts Credible up and plants him with a massive Piledriver in the centre of the ring! Sandman wonders towards the corner and slowly begins to unfasten the top turnbuckle pad, why the hell is he doing this?! He's got BAD INTENTIONS on his mind! Raven his up, he slowly staggers towards Sandman who lifts him up and drops him headfirst on the steel! HOLY FUCK! Raven his busted wide open! He turns around.. WHITE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!! Sandman into the quick cover; ...1...2....3! He's done it! The Sandman has defeated his former ECW alumni to advance in the World Title tournament!

WINNER: The Sandman

As the ring clears, Justin Credible is left last to make an exit. The HIW-Tron flickers on once again, and like before, Vince McMahon appears.

' genetic jackhammer ' Vince McMahon : Hold the horse there, Justin. Don't consider yourself COMPLETELY un-lucky, because just like A-Train and Mordecai, you TOO will have the chance to become the FIRST EVER High Impact Wrestling Intercontinental Champion! Haha, have a nice week Justin.. Rest the body up. I'm sure you'll need to.

The tron flickers off, with the last footage of Vince McMahon smirking evily.

We open up the new scene in the corridor where Shawn Michaels is stretching his hamstring. The fans burst out into cheers, as Michael Cole suddenly walks up to HBK with a microphone in hand.

' backstreet wannabe boy ' Michael Cole : Shawn, Shawn Michaels. Can we get a few quick words before your match?

' heart break kid ' Shawn Michaels : Yeah, but make it quick because as you very well know, The Heart Break Kid hasn't got all day.

' backstreet wannabe boy ' Michael Cole : Sure thing Shawn. First off, what are your thoughts about the match being elected as a CAGE Match?

' heart break kid ' Shawn Michaels : Well Michael, there's no secret that the Cage Match is an extremely painful match. Hell, you can ask every single guy in the back and they'll all tell you the same thing. Without a shadow of a doubt, you will go through tremendous pain. Yeah, I'll probably end up barely being able to walk.. but Michael, rest assure, I'll STILL.. be walkin'!

' backstreet wannabe boy ' Michael Cole : Which brings me to my next question. Triple H, a guy you have had a much celebrated history with. Your thoughts on tonight?

Shawn let's out as a sigh, as if it's a 'chor' to talk about The Game.

' heart break kid ' Shawn Michaels : Our history is big, it's REAL big. You know that, I know that, he knows that, and EVERYBODY around the WORLD knows that. What they also know, is that during the early years it was SHAWN MICHAELS that carried his ass to the top. It was SHAWN MICHAELS who put Triple H on the map. I basically BROUGHT Triple H up to be what he was. I MADE him! Triple H denies that though, but did you really expect him not to? I mean, we ARE talking about the biggest BACK-STABBER in the industry. You see, I moved out of the way after YEARS and YEARS under the limelight. I decided I needed a break from wrestling, but Triple H likes to think that he FORCED me out. Haha, come on Michael, even YOU know the real story. Triple H is trying to kid himself out of something that he can't accept. He doesn't want it to be true, but the fact of the matter is that it's DAMN true! It was only when I left the business, that Triple H lead the way. It was only after Aitch Bee Kay left wrestling for a long period of time, that Triple H became the best. Which proves only one thing.. I am a DAMN good teacher for Triple H to become the cream of the crop STRAIGHT AFTER I left! Ha-ha. Tonight, it's about proving once and for all that Shawn Michaels STILL has it. That Shawn Michaels is STILL the Heart Break Kid. You see, time has passed.. things have changed.. But there's one thing that WILL always stay the same and that's Shawn Michaels being the BEST damn wrestler to EVER grace a ring. It's time that Triple H realises that he's caught up in his OWN game. It's time ONCE AND FOR ALL.. That The Game Dances to some SWEET .. CHIN .. MUSIC! Sorry buddy, but this interview.. is OVER!

Shawn Michaels makes his way out to the ring, obviously, as we are left with Michael Cole.

' backstreet wannabe boy ' Michael Cole : There you have it Ladies and Gentlemen ; Triple H, Shawn Michaels, up NEXT!

CAGE MATCH
Shawn Michaels VERSUS Triple H

# TIME TO PLAY THE GAME! # "The Game" by Motorhead fills the arena and out from the back emerges the "Cerebral Assassin" Triple H. Triple H slowly walks down to the ring before climbing up onto the apron and doing his usual spitting of the water technique as the arena lights return. Triple H climbs through the ropes and into the ring before looking up at the fifteen foot tall steel structure which stands just above the ring. Triple H waits in the centre of the ring as the cage is lowered around him. # AWW SHAWN! # The groans fill the arena and out from the back to "sexy boy" emerges "The Heartbreak Kid" Shawn Michaels. Michaels dances on the ramp for a few moments before making his way down to the ring. Michaels stops outside of the cage as Triple H stands in the far corner of the ring. Michaels climbs up onto the apron and enters the ring through the cage door, then, it slams shut. Both men are locked inside the steel structure, the referee also stands in the cage with the two men. Michaels and Triple H stare each other down as the referee calls for the bell - "Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Michaels and Triple H continue to stare each other down for a few moments, remember, this rivalry was spurred back in the old World Wrestling Entertainment promotion and will seemingly end here tonight on HIW's debut show: Annihilation. Triple H his the first to strike with a right hand but Michaels fires back with one of his own. The blows continue to be exchanged in the middle of the ring until Triple H hits Michaels with a toe kick to the mid-section. Michaels naturally doubles over, Triple H sets him up for the Pedigree early but Michaels reverses with a huge back body drop which sends Triple H flying over Michaels head and crashing down to the mat with impact! Triple H gets up clutching his lower back. "The Game" receives a middle-kick from Michaels. Michaels then leaps into the air and hits Triple H with a dropkick to the chest! Triple H falls back into the ropes and bounces forward, into a drop toe hold from the "Showstoppa". Michaels gets up and walks towards the turnbuckle, he wants to end this one early - he's putting the World Title tournament before his personal rivalry. He slowly excels up the cage, but Triple H gets back up and yanks Michaels' legs - dragging Michaels back down to the mat! Michaels gets up with his hand on his back. Triple H backs off into the ropes and on the rebound he takes down HBK with a high knee to the face! Triple H covers Michaels; ...1...2.., Michaels kicks out. That never really had any trouble of endangering HBK. Triple H gets up and pulls Michaels up. Triple H sends Michaels into the ropes, but Michaels comes flying back with a flying forearm smash to the face! Michaels poses for a little as HHH clutches his jaw. Triple H climbs to his feet and receives a kick to the gut from Michaels. Michaels then lifts HHH up and hits a big vertical suplex! Michaels poses for a moment before going over to the turnbuckle. He slaps his elbow a few times before leaping off with a Diving Elbow, but Triple H wisely gets the hell out of the way! Michaels goes crashing down to the mat as Triple H slowly climbs to his feet. Michaels gets up clutching his elbow, he receives a kick to the gut.. PEDIGREE! It's all over! It's all fucking over! It's got to be! Triple H hooks the leg; ...1...2..., NO! Michaels SOMEHOW got the shoulder up! Triple H can't quite believe it, he climbs to his feet and makes his way over to the ropes.

Triple H climbs onto the turnbuckle, he's looking for the escape route. He reaches up onto the top of the cage and begins to drag himself up, but Michaels climbs to his feet despite suffering that Pedigree. He rushes towards the ropes and climbs up onto the turnbuckle, he's going to follow Triple H. Michaels locks his arms around Triple H's waste and falls back.. WHAM! WHAT A GERMAN SUPLEX FROM THE TOP ROPE! Both men are down, both men are out cold! What a move! Michaels sits up, he's hurt. He crawls over the prone body of Triple H; ...1..2..., Triple H kicks out! Michaels can't believe it. He pulls Triple H up and throws him against the ropes before following up with a big dropkick. Triple H stands against the ropes, leaning back against them. Michaels grabs him via the hair and begins to rub his face against the steel cage! Triple H his in pain, clearly. Michaels eventually releases Triple H, who his now bleeding from the forehead. Triple H moves forward, Michaels goes for a Super-Kick but Triple H catches and knocks Michaels down with a short-arm clothesline! The tables have now turned! Triple H staggers towards the cage door, which the outside official opens. Triple H slowly climbs through the ropes but Michaels gets up and crawls towards Triple H. Before Triple H can properly step through the ropes Michaels rolls him up with a school boy; ...1...2..., Triple H just kicks out. Both men return to their feet. Both men are hurting due to the nature of the cage match. Triple H hits Michaels with a right hand to the face, hitting Michaels in the nose and busting him open! Michaels fires back with a right of his own, nailing Triple H in the face. Michaels continues to assault his opponent. He locks Triple In a waste-lock, LOW BLOW! Triple H climbs to his feet as Michaels goes down onto his knees.. Triple H places Michaels between his legs PEDIGREE! SMACK! Michaels his out cold, can Triple H cover him in time to get the victory?! Triple H takes his time, and slowly he covers Michaels; ..1...2..., he took a little too much time with the cover. Triple H gets up, he turns to the referee and begins to argue with him insisting that it was a three count. Triple H turns back around.. SWEET CHIN MUSIC! Triple H goes down in a heap, Michaels has knocked Triple H down! Michaels staggers towards the turnbuckle and goes up top. He climbs up the cage, Triple H his still down... He reaches the top, he has this one won.. Surely. Michaels looks down at the prone body of Triple.. HE LEAPS OFF THE TOP OF THE 15 FOOT STEEL CAGE WITH AN ELBOW DROP! HE CONNECTS WITH TRIPLE H! HOLY SHIT! Michaels lays on top of Michaels; ...1...2....3! Shawn Michaels has done it! He as defeated his long time nemesis AND advanced in the World Title Tournament!

WINNER: Shawn Michaels

# BOOOOOMMM!! #

What the hell is this?! Shawn Michaels and Triple H have been to hell and back tonight, and now Kane his here?! What the hell does he want?! Kane walks down the ramp with a sick look on his face. Kane scares the referee away and climbs up onto the apron and through the cage door, into the steel structure. Kane laughs a little as Michaels rolls of Triple H. What's he gonna do?! He as no business here! Michaels slowly climbs to his feet and turns around, he staggers forward and gets Kane's huge hand wrapped around his throat.. CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM TO THE HEARTBREAK KID! Triple H slowly climbs to his feet, he turns around and walks towards Kane.. BIG BOOT TO THE JAW! The fans boo EXTREMELY loudly at the top of their voices, Kane looks pissed off. He's a psychotic human being! Triple H rolls out of the ring, as Kane climbs over the top rope. What the fuck is he doing NOW!? KANE GRABS A STEEL CHAIR! Holy shit, Don't do it Kane! Michael is busted open for fuck-sake, and Kane has a CHAIR in hand! Michaels is as groggy as a drunken sailor, don' turn around damnit! NO! DAMNIT! KANE SMASHES THE STEEL CHAIR OVER SHAWN MICHAEL'S HEAD! DAMN KANE! DAMN HIM STRAIGHT TO HELL!! Kane makes his way backstage FINALLY, but the DAMAGE has been done!

# NO CHANCE.. THAT'S WHAT YOU GOT! #

You have GOT.. TO BE KIDDING ME! Vince McMahon walks out to the top of the ramp with a HUGE grin across his face and a microphone already in hand.

' genetic jackhammer ' Vince McMahon : Let me get something off my chest, damnit. What Kane did out there had NOTHING to do with myself. I shall have you know that Vince McMahon doesn't associate himself with FREAKS! (McMahon Shakes His Head) What Kane did out there.. was ALL.. because of HIMSELF! It had NOTHING to do with me, damnit! NOTHING!

Vince paces up and down the ramp as the Fans don't know WHAT to do, whether to cheer or boo.

' genetic jackhammer ' Vince McMahon : I came out here to announce ONE thing, and ONE thing only. Triple H, you will be that FOURTH man in the Battle Royal for the chance to become the FIRST EVER Intercontinental Champion! You see ..

WHAT THE FUCK!? Vince McMahon is being ATTACKED by Randy Orton, Scott Hall and DUSTY RHODES!! OH MY GOD! THIS IS A FUCKING AMBUSH! Dusty delivers repeated right hands to the back of the head as Scott Hall and Randy Orton talk the trash and drive boots into the gut every now and then. SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING! THIS IS FUCKING SICK! Scott Hall HOLDS Vince up by his arms, as Randy Orton goes BALLISTIC with right and left hand shots to the head! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS FOR!?

# I'M BACKKKK.. BETTER THAN EVER! #

Don't tell me, Eric Bischoff is behind all of this? He walks out to a tremendous amount of boo's, as his huge grin on his face tells the story before it's even read.

' easy e ' Eric Bischoff : Ha-Ha-HA! I TOLD you Vince! I TOLD you that I will always be your superior. Look at you now! HA-HA-HA! Your BLEEDING. Your on the ground. YOUR AT MY KNEES! (Eric Bursts Out With Laughter) You know, Vince, you tried to flex your muscles tonight by making that Battle Royal for next week. You TRIED to show that you're the ultimate owner.. but you know what? Just like in the ol' NITRO - RAW days, I SHOWED YOUR ASS UP! Once again, I OUT-CLASSED YOU! I dare you, Vince.. I DARE YOU to take a look at the ratings sheet. ANY MONEY that the ratings are SKY-HIGH right now, right at this moment! Why? Because of ERIC BISCHOFF!

Holy shit.. Madison Square Garden is displaying a RAMPAGE of jeers! Eric has to basically YELL EVERY WORD for you to hear him! Meanwhile, Dusty Rhodes, Scott Hall and Randy Orton lay off Vince as they all smirk to one another.

' easy e ' Eric Bischoff : Vince, let me introduce you to SCOTT HALL .. RANDY ORTON AND DUSTY RHODES .. Our NEWEST faction! HaHa! (Fans Boo Tremendously Loud) You know what? I was going to drop the bombshell NEXT WEEK.. but I've changed my mind.. because it just seems so FITTING to announce it right now. (Eric Smiles) Vince, OUR first pay per view is going to ROCK the very foundations of professional wrestling and it's gonna be all thanks to one man ; Easy E, Eric Bischoff. Ladies and Gentlemen, you will BARE WITNESS.. to NO MERCY! As for you, Vince, I hope you liked what you saw because these three men are going to DOMINATE HIW whether you like it, or you don't. Haha!

NO MERCY AS HIW'S FIRST PAY PER VIEW!? What a NIGHT it has been! Annihilation fades off the air, with the very last footage of Scott Hall, Randy Orton and Dusty Rhodes raising their arms up high in the air over a bloodied Vince McMahon. Tune in next week, as Annihilation promises to be HUGE!!

' Event Information '
Main Event 8	HHH vs. HBK - Cage Match
Roleplay Count 8	024
Show Location 8	Madison Square Garden
' OOC Message '
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