(Fireworks storm the Los Arcos Arena, as the tenacious crowd stands on their feet cheering loudly for H.W.A.'s Monday Night Glory to commence. Announcers Quinton Bunk and Kristine Woolard stand in the center of the ring with referee Danny Mustaine by their side, ready to begin the first match of the night.)

"Old School" Eric Bills: Welcome everybody to the Honorable Wrestling Alliance! And WELCOME to Monday Night Glory!!! We're here LIVE on ESPN and Sportsnet from Phoenix, Arizona here in the Los Arcos Arena!!! I'm "Old School" Eric bills....

Clayton "The Veteran" Lynch: And I didn't know regurgitated spam could talk.

"Old School" Eric Bills: And THAT would be Clayton "The Veteran Lynch." *sighs*

Clayton "The Veteran" Lynch: Heh. Ya know Billy, I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.

"Old School" Eric Bills: I'm afraid the word "smart" isn't a part of your vocabulary huh Clayton?

Clayton "The Veteran" Lynch: Oooh, good one. Ehhh heh. Hey Billy, here's a word of advice before we begin the show... Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.

"Old School" Eric Bills: Hah! I'll try and remember that one.... Boy you're on a roll tonight aren't ya?

Clayton "The Veteran" Lynch: Well, actually I'm on a chair but that's another story.

~A Slow calm hush rolls through the full arena. Suddenly "Murder Rap" by the Insane Clown Posse blairs over the PA system.~

GeT yA WiCkEd On!!!

The Veteran: What the hell?!?!

Eric Bills: What in gods name is that?

"When I sit there and right the shit for the mic I hold I make sure my beats are loud, and bold, and cold
Violent J is the name that I go by
Wakin up with blood on my hands and I don't know why
You motherfuckers tryin to get in my path
Don't be surprised when you get a shotgun up your ass
Instigators, I got one for that ass too
I'm gonna hang you from a street light, mangled and blue (eww)
You on my shit like a fiend coke
But if you say the wrong thing i'll put a slit in your throat
So, it's not the answer, no, i'm not a dancer, no
I'm not a hero, a zero , but I call myself a juggalo
And this is not a demo
ICP, Above The Law, we let it GO"

~Joker pops out from behind the curtain and stands a top of the stage. A large pop from the crowd as Joker takes a bow for them. One to the left and one to the right. He is wearing baggy jean shorts and a white beater with his hair pulled back into a braided ponytail. His face is all painted up and in there is a black shirt in his back pocket. He pulls it out and holds it up. It's Kemono's new shirt With a image of just his eyes ad his pierced lip and on the back it says "GORE! GORE! GORE! He puts it on and smiles and gives the crowd 2 thumbs up. Then he happily makes his way down to the ring."

Eric Bills: It's Joker Kardz!

The Veteran: Who?

Eric Bills: Joker Kardz! Kemono's little running buddy!

"Fantasizing, dramatizing, re-enacting MURDER MURDER"
"Fantasizing, dramatizing, re-enacting MURDER MURDER"

~Joker slides under the bottom rope and rolls forward, then back into a kick up. He jumps from each side of the ring waving his hands around getting reactions from the crowd. One fan holds up the Hatchet Man logo and Joker points to him and smiles.~

The Veteran: When did the circus come to town Billy?

Eric Bills: .........

"feel actions, speak loud like words, and verbs and adjectives They give the scrubs a chance to live Not who's first, second or third It ain't he said, and she said, fuck what you heard When you live like that your life is mangled In other words your neck is all tangled up I ain't a hoe, I always go for mine I was taught it's hard from the start, but you can always CLIMB"

~Joker stands in the middle of the ring and claps for all the fans of the HWA. He waves for them to stand and jump as the music plays. He walks over to the ring side tender and ask for a microphone. The tender tosses him a mic and Joker's music slowly fades.~

Joker Kardz: PHEONIX, ARIZONA!

~The crowd cheers once their home town is said.~

Joker Kardz: Now ya'll know what's up so I'm not going to ask. Now this past Monday we all got a new champion. But for some reason, oh god, I forgot? So umm this is kinda dump but do you think all you mother FOCKUS could remind me?!?

~The crowd starts chanting "KEMONO! KEMONO! KEMONO! KEMONO! Joker playfully smacks himself in the forehead and smiles.~

Joker Kardz: Who?!?

KEMONO!!

KEMONO!!

KEMONO!!

KEMONO!!

KEMONO!!

KEMONO!!

Joker Kardz: REALLY!?!?! BIG GUY HIMSELF!?!?!

~The crowd roars and Joker jumps in place and smiles again.~

Joker Kardz: Speaking of Kemono, The Man-Monster, The Dead Juggalo, One of the biggest, and only baddest mother fockus in the HONORABLE WRESTLING ALLIANCE!!!!!! So what do you say we bring him outÉ.

(As the lights go out, the only glimpse of light is coming from lighters of the fans, the crowd awaits. The Ring illuminates with black lights. Fog slowly fills around the ring. A Rhyme by children slowly begins to be said over the PA system.)

"And out of the darkness the zombie did call. To Pain and Suffering came brought to them all. Away ran the children to hide in their beds. For fear that the devil will chop off their heads. Tehehahahahahaha"

....1...2... He's Coming For You

...3...4... He's Back For More

...5...6...Pain is a Sickness

...7...8...He Feed's on Hate

...9...10...It Will Never End...

The Veteran: ........I need a hug..........

Eric Bills:......ummmm...... How bout later, Clayton?

("Drag You Down" by Finger Eleven begins to play, strobe lights begin to flicker along at the entrance way. He steps out on to the stage while the lights flash, then suddenly stop into Black lights. He stands there as blue flames shoot up all around him forming a wall of flames. As he makes his way threw the flames and down to the ring, he begins to walk down to the ring with black lights illuminating on him causing parts of him to glow while fog slowly rolls in. Now around the waist of Kemono is the HWA World Title. He looks up at the full crowd and points to the title. He makes his way down to the ring and takes a lap around the ring crawls up onto the apron and turns to face the crowd and raises his arms slowly and places his hands on his mask, unsnaps the latches and removes it and hands it to a ring side tender and discards the rest of his outfit and gets into the ring, he walks to the center, with his head down. He flicks his head back along with the braids. Kemono unsnaps the title belt and puts it over his shoulder. Joker opens his arms for a big hug and Kemono looks at Joker with a titled head. Joker jumps up and gives his friend a big hug. Joker then gets back down as Kemono takes the mic from him.~

Kemono: Well, well, well.

~The crowd starts chanting Kemono's name again.~

Kemono: Ok I'm the champ. And Kurt isn't which is good cause if he was I don't know....but seeing how I got the title like I said I would I plan on keeping it. So to the Angel of Hate and Jim Logan, our matches for my title aren't going to be easy. AoH your up first. Now don't think I forgot about you bub. When we meet for this it isn't going to be pretty. When we are done and over they will need to bleach this mat to get the blood out. Joker do me a favor, hold this...

~Kemono hands Joker the title. Joker smiles and puts the title around his waist and wears it as if he was the champion.~

Kemono: Now as for Jim Logan. I look forward to it. What you said about me being your "friend" for taking out Kurt Chavez, I didn't do it to become your friend. I seem how you are and you seem to be a worthy ally. But, but I am not going to go easy on you when we meet. When it comes to matches there are no friends...

~Joker grabs the mic and Kemono looks at him slightly annoyed.~

Joker Kardz: BIG GUY!!! I JUST HAD A GREAT IDEA!!!!!

The Veteran: He has ideas?

Joker Kardz: How about your first title defense will be this, now fallow me closely it gets complicated but you see we take a big cage, put it around the ring and put a roof on top! A No...Way...Out... Match. Under the ring, tables, ladders, and chairs. Any thing goes. HOW DOES THAT SOUND TO YOU JUGGALOS!!!!!!!!!

~The crowd roars as their imagination of the N.W.O match. Kemono folds his arms and smiles at Joker.~

Kemono: An N.W.O match?

Joker: YEAH!

Kemono: Joker, for once one of you ideas actually sound good. So I guess with that said... My first title defense will be at the upcoming PPV, Hanger 18 against the number one contender...... Jim Logan in a No Way Out match. Also bring an ambulance cause after wards it might be needed. Jim Logan.... you're mine.....bub.

~Kemono drops the mic and starts to exit the ring. Joker takes off the Kemono T-shirt and throws it into the crowd and fallows.~

Eric Bills: A No Way Out match?!? A Giant cage around the ring with weapons under the ring?!? Clayton! DID YOU HEAR THAT!! Clayton? Are you hiding under the table?

Lynch: We're back, and just before we get to the Nick Sharpe/Wulf match, this just happened backstage...

*the scene swtiches to backstage, and we see Nick walking up to the gorilla position, and his wife, and former NEW star, Meg suddenly runs up*

Meg: NICK!!! NICK!!!

*Nick turns around*

Nick: What is it hun?

Meg: I just got off the phone with mom... dad died.

*Nick and Meg just look at each other, and she starts crying, and jumps into his arms, and he hugs her*

Nick: God... I'm so happy for you...

Meg: Finally, my dreams have come true. This is the second greatest day in my life!

Nick: The first is our wedding, right?

Meg: Of course. Now get out there, kick Wulf's ass, and I'll hunt down a bottle of champaign.

*the scene switches back to Lynch and Bills.*

Lynch: Ok, even I can't come up with anything to say about that.

Bills: .....

Lynch: For once, we agree.

Woolard: Our next match, is a one on one match with a twenty minute time limit.

*"Superbeast" by Rob Zombie hits, and Wulf methodically makes his way to the ring, accompanied by Damien Craven. The two seem to be discussing their strategies as they approach the ring. Once in the ring, he stands atop the second turnbuckle, and with a euphoric stare, howls loudly, up into the rafters.*

Bills: Wulf's recently said he's gunning for Jim Logan... and after the major attack he hit him with last week, I'd be looking over my shoulder if I were 'The Strike Eagle."

Lynch: Logan is dead in the water because Wulf is gonna plow over Sharpe, then make mince-meat of Jim.

Bills: I don't know about that... Nick's never been one to take lightly. And you know how some of these wrestlers are. The older they get, the more dangerous they become. I remember you being like that.

Lynch: Compliments aren't gonna get ya anywhere, son.

Woolard: First, currently in the ring, this is Wulf! And his opponent, here is Nick Sharpe!

*"Deaf Forever" by Mot?rhead hits, and from behind the curtain comes Nick Sharpe to a loud cheer. Suddenly, from behind the curtain comes Eric Cross. Eric walks alongside Nick as he makes his way to the ring, and then walks up the ring steps, and eyeing Wulf. As Nick climbs in between the ropes, and stands in the corner, Eric walks over to the broadcast position, and takes a seat beside Bills and Lynch, pulling on a headset.*

Bills: Welcome to the booth, Eric. What a surprise to be joined by you tonight.

Lynch: Yeah. Greaaaaat surprise...

Eric: It's nice to be here. I decided to get a up close shot of watching Coach wrestle.

Bills: Coach?

Eric: Hey, he trained me. He's my coach.

Bills: The bell rings, and the match begins! Nick and Wulf circle around, watching each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Eric: I did some studying about these competitors before they came out to the ring. Wulf is 6 feet, 5 inches, and 286 pounds. Nick, at a height of 5'10" and a weight of 243 is outweighed by 43 pounds and is 7 inches shorter. Also add to this that Wulf has been active this whole time while Nick has been rehabbing.

Lynch: Tell us something we don't know.

Eric: Nick's mother's favorite meals to cook are Chili-Mac and Spaghetti. Wulf's mother's favorite meals to cook are Linguini with a white clam sauce and Baklava. An added bonus, even though both women are masters of Greek and Italian cooking, neither one has ever been to a foreign country, with the exception of Canada and Mexico.

Lynch: Ok, I didn't know that.

Bills: They lock up, and Wulf pushes Nick into the corner, and the ref forces them to break the collar and elbow, and they circle again. They lock back up, and Nick with a headlock, Wulf sends him into the ropes, Nick slides under Wulf's legs as Wulf goes for a standing shoulder block. Nick back up, Wulf turns around, Nick locks his head, DDT by Nick sends Wulf to the mat. Both men back up, and Nick with a forearm, and another, and he has him against the ropes, and he whips Wulf, Wulf rebounds, Lunar Spike! Wulf brings Nick down! Pinfall... ref breaks it when Nick drapes his foot over the bottom rope. Nick showing why he's the wiley veteran.

Lynch: Nick's only a veteran because he's been a loser for 20 years.

Eric: Quite a misquoted fact there, "Old School." Nick holds the record for "Most Professional Wrestling Titles Held At Once"... at one time he was co-holder of 3 different tag team titles, a television title, two heavyweight titles, and even a Juniorweight title from a Japanese federation to boot.

Lynch: Get away from me, boy. Yer botherin' me...

Bills: Wulf pulls Nick to his feet, and runs at the opposite ropes, rebounds, but Nick moves at the last minute as Wulf goes for his flying forearm! He crashes in the ropes, and turns around... Nick with a boot to Wulf's gut, pulls Wulf's arm over his head, put his arm over Wulf's, locks the tights, Big vertical suplex! Nick floats over, but Wulf kicks out at 2...

Eric: Wulf himself is not a lightweight when it comes to titles either. He has held 36 World and Heavyweight Championships throughout his career. An interesting sidenote, both he and I even have something in common. Whereas Chaz and I are known as the Wrecking Crew, albiet East Coast Wrecking Crew, Wulf was four-time DWF Tag Team Champions with a wrestler known as Big T as "The Wrecking Crew."

Lynch: You have a lot of free time nowadays, don't you?

Eric: Somewhat... why do you ask?

Bills: Both men back to their feet again and Nick kicks him in the gut, and spins his back to him... blue thunder bomb! 1... 2... kickout at two again. Nick gets to his feet, as does Wulf, and Wulf with a sideways knee into Nick's gut. He turns Nick around... big release german suplex! Nick just bounces off his head and shoulders, and flips over. Wulf over, and locks him in a camel clutch! Nick powering up... Wulf not locking the hold in tight. Nick's up, he's holding onto Wulf tight, and falls backwards, Nick falling down on his back, Wulf's head bounces hard off the mat as he goes down. Nick slowly gets back up, Wulf still down. Nick grabs Wulf's feet, and drags him into the middle of the ring...

Eric: Nick knows he can't get Wulf up for either version of the Sharper Image, so he looks to be going back to his deep knowledge of technical moves.

Bills: He puts a leg between Wulf's, crosses the legs... turns him over... SHARPESHOOTER!!! He has Wulf locked in the Sharpeshooter! The ref is checking on him, but Wulf is still out from being dropped backwards on his head when Nick got out of the Camel Clutch.. and the ref calls for the bell!!!

Woolard: The referee has decided that Wulf cannot continue... the winner of the match is Nick Sharpe!

Bills: Nick with the win!

Lynch: But remember... Wulf DID NOT tap out... this will come back to haunt Nick, I'd count on it.

Eric: Well, it's been fun, but it's time for me to head back to the back.

(But just as Eric heads to the back, leaving Nick Sharpe in the ring to celebrate alone... AoH comes out from under the ring. AoH comes from behind Sharpe and locks his arms and hits the vertebreaker.)

Clayton "The Veteran" Lynch: AoH isnt done tongiht and he just gave Sharpe THE SAVING!

"Old School" Eric Bills: But the sick bastard isn't done. He is getting a table.

(AoH sets up the table on the outside and he slides back into the ring and drags Sharpe to the apron. He throws out his arms and then picks up Sharpe. He holds him in a double underhook position. Then leaps off the apron and does a Tiger Driver through the table.)

Clayton "The Veteran" Lynch: DAMNATION off the apron through a table!

School" Eric Bills: What CARNAGE!!!! Angel of Hate will meet Sharpe in just a few days, but IÕll tell ya what Lynch, AoHÕs actions tonight will NOT be overlooked in the Falls Count Anywhere match!

( The lights go out, and eric lights begin to flash as the first coards of the song begin to play.)

I Ran

I walked along the avenue.
I never thought I'd meet a
girl like you;

Meet a girl like you.
With auburn hair and tawny
eyes;

The kind of eyes that
hypnotize me through;

Hypnotize me through.
And I ran, I ran so far away.
I just ran, I ran all night and day.
I couldn't get away.

A cloud appears above your head;
A beam of light comes shining down on you,
Shining down on you.
The cloud is moving nearer still.
Aurora borealis comes in view;

Aurora comes in view.
And I ran, I ran so far away.
I just ran, I ran all night and day.
I couldn't get away.

Reached out a hand to touch your face;

You're slowly disappearing from my view;

Disappearing from my view.
Reached out a hand to try again;

I'm floating in a beam of
light with you;

A beam of light with you.
And I ran, I ran so far away.
I just ran, I ran all night and day.

I couldn't get away.

( Eric runs out on stage, and Cheers to the fans, headbanging to the song. His tron video shows pictures of the Crew doing stupid things. He slide in the ring, and waits with his National championship.)

("Save the Mexicans" Starts to play, as The Kurt walks out on to the stage. Mexicans start daning everywhere, then "Greed" by Godsmack blasts over the PA. The Kurt makes his way to the ring, and slides in, as the fans cheer him on. )

(Shortly thereafter, the ECWC come down to the ring.)

(Just as the bell rings however, two unknown figures appear from the crowd, while Eric Stevens and the Kurt high tail it.)

"Old School" Eric Bills: OH MY GOD! DreamMaker has made his way to HWA!

Clayton "The Veteran" Lynch: Not just DreamMaker but Larry, Ms. Barker, and K Lub as well. But who is the other guy?

"Old School" Eric Bills: I've seen him before in China and Japan. His name is Donn Manes. He's a very explosive young talent. How he came to be with the team formerly known as Sweet Dreams is beyond me though. K Lub hasn't wrestled since he injured his neck.

Clayton "The Veteran" Lynch: Ironically enough the same injury that took Larry out of wrestling. K Lub, Ms. Barker and Larry are on the out side searching underneath the ring. What are they looking for?

(DreamMaker and Donn Manes spin Eric Cross around and hit a Double BrainBuster to him. Chaz turns around and Donn Manes and DreamMaker begin kicking him repeatively, calf, side, head, back, knee. Chaz gets chopped down due to the kicks and then Donn Manes does a standing side dropkick to Chaz's ear and DreamMaker does a spinning side sick at the same time to the other side. Chaz collapses to the ground.)

Clayton "The Veteran" Lynch: Well it appears Manes and Make are on the same page and have come to HWA to make a statement.

(K Lub and Ms. Barker both pull out ladders as Larry pulls out a table. K Lub and Ms. Barker slide the ladders into the ring and DreamMaker and Donn Manes set them up in opposite sides of the ring. Larry sets up the table in the middle of the ring and then helps K Lub and Ms. Barker put Cross and Stockwell on the table. DreamMaker and Donn Manes climb to the top of their ladders and mark to the crowd.)

"Old School" Eric Bills: DreamMaker has never been one to slowly make an impact on a federation and same with anyone who has as a tag team partner.

(DreamMaker and Donn Manes leap off the ladders and hit leg drops to the ECWC. Larry and K Lub help them up as they all throw their arms in the air. The crowd chants "HO-LY SHIT, HO-LY SHIT")

"Old School" Eric Bills: Well that'll be a disqualification giving the East Coast Wrecking Crew the win....

Clayton "The Veteran" Lynch: But I'll tell ya Billy, they sure as hell don't look like winners right now!

"Old School" Eric Bills: We just have word that a "situation" has occured in the back during the commercial break!

(The shot is of Vice's locker room. Vice is walking in when he see Kittie tied up to the lockers covered in blood with "AoH" spelled out across her chest which was revealed from a semi ripped shirt. Vice unties Kittie as she hugs Vice and Vice looks up and screams.)

Clayton "The Veteran" Lynch: Now that is what I call the work of a truly disturbed person.

"Old School" Eric Bills: Person? That is the work of a monster. A demon, AoH has crossed the line again.  

Eric: And there goes the bell for the main event!

( The two men step out of their corners as they encircle each other. Charging they then lock up with Angel of Hate taking the lead with his obvious upperbody strength. He pushes Vice to the side as he taunts him. Vice lunges again as they lock up. AoH pushes him aside once more as Vice then looks to the ropes. With the crowd behind him, he bounces off the ropes and clotheslines the big man. Angel of Hate staggers a little as Vice goes for the ropes again. Bouncing off, he then flips over the big man for a sunset flip. Grabbing the legs, the rookie pulls on AoH until AoH stops suddenly and throws a fist down at Vice. Luckily, the quick Vice moves out of the way as Angel of Hate's fist goes into the mat. AoH quickly turns around, but is met with a dropkick by Vice. )

Clayton: The rookie giving it all he's got.

( Vice gets back on his feet as does Angel of Hate. Vice goes back to the ropes, but this time Angel of Hate is ready. Vice comes barreling at AoH, but is caught by a spinebuster. The rookie goes down as he rolls out of the ring to catch a breather. AoH is right behind him though as he rolls under the bottom rope. Angel of Hate lifts Vice up in a scoop slam position. )

Eric: He's not going to do what I think he's going to do, is he?

( Lifting Vice over his shoulder, Angel of Hate then charges at the steelpost. Vice's shoulder goes barreling into it as Vice ricochets off of the post and falls to the mat. AoH slides back into the ring with a sly smile on his face as Vice lies on the mat holding his shoulder. He begins to move at the seven count as he meets Angel of Hate in the ring. AoH begins to pick him up once more and irish whips him into the turnbuckle. He charges after him and scores a big splash on him. He backs up and attempts another, but instead finds Vice's boot. AoH goes down as Vice follows up on the turnbuckle. )

Eric: High impact move by Vice here.

( He leaps off with a 450 Splash onto AoH. He hooks the leg and goes for the pin. )

Clayton: 1......2..Kickout by Angel of Hate. He practically bench pressed Vice off of him.

Eric: AoH is indeed showing his strength to Vice.

( Vice is thrown off of AoH as he begins to lift himself back up. He grabs Angel of Hate by the hair and begins to lift him up. He sets him up for a Tornado DDT, but AoH pushes Vice off and capitalizes with a big boot. The rookie goes down as AoH follows up with a few stomps and knees onto Vice. He slowly picks him back up as he then throws Vice back over the top rope onto the outside. He goes through the ropes after him as he takes the rookies head and slam it into the guardrail. )

Eric: I see now why this is a grudge match.

( His head snaps back as he crawls over to the steelpost. He rests for only a moment as AoH charges as Vice once again. The rookie moves in time as Angel of Hate barrels into the steel. Grabbing AoH by the hair, Vice then rolls him into the ring with himself right behind him. Vice then grabs AoH once again, but is cut short by a low blow by Angel of Hate. AoH then lifts him up and takes him quickly back down with a backbody drop. He goes for the pin, but it's barely a two count. )

Clayton: The kid may be stupid, but atleast he's determined.

( AoH continues his assault with a few more stomps and knees to Vice's ribcage. He drags him close to a turnbuckle and then begins to climb. He shoots for a Shooting Star Elbow Drop, but Vice moves in time and AoH hits nothing but mat. Vice begins stur, but so does Angel of Hate. They both stagger to their feet as AoH attempts a scoop slam, but Vice wiggles his way out and lands on his feet behind him. Suddenly, Vice executes his 'Dissolute Thoughts' onto AoH and goes for the cover. )

Eric & Clayton: 1........2.....No!

( Angel of Hate kicks out at the last second. Vice rolls off of AoH exhausted as he then lifts him back up. Another irish whip to the ropes and a leapfrog by Vice. Angel of Hate suddenly stops as Vice leapfrogs him and as Vice turns back around he executes his 'Wishful Thinking'. Vice's head slams to the mat as AoH goes for another cover, but it's still only a two. AoH gets to his knees and picks up Vice slowly. He sets him up between his legs and drives him to the mat with a Tiger Driver. He goes for a another pin, but the rookie kicks out near the three count. Angel of Hate gets back to his feet and drives an elbow to Vice's chest. Picking him back up, he begins to squeeze Vice with a bearhug. )

Clayton: Bear hug on Vice who seems to be going limp now. The crowds behind him, but it doesn't seem to be motivating him much.

( Vice struggles only a little as the referee gets in his face asking if he submits. The rookies keeps shaking his head no as he finally ear claps the big man and frees himself. Angel of Hate charges back at Vice, but Vice sidesteps and sends AoH to the outside. Vice slumps in the turnbuckle breathing heavily as Angel of Hate slowly gets to his feet on the outside. Suddenly, the crowd cheers loudly as Vice gets to the turnbuckle. With AoH almost to his feet, Vice leaps off the turnbuckle with a splash. Struggling to get back his feet, Vice leans against the ring apron and slides in as AoH still lies on the outside. Angel of Hate slowly gets to his feet as Vice reaches over the top rope and pulls AoH in, but AoH delivers a shoulder to his mid-section. Then another. Vice backs away from the ropes as AoH slowly climbs in. The rookie charges, but is caught with a big boot by Angel of Hate. Vice goes down as AoH slowly picks him up, showing some of his exhaustion. Suddenly, he scores his 'Erasing the Faith'. )

Eric: Cover by Angel of Hate and think he's got it. Ring the bell.

Clayton: The young rookie gave it his all, but now look at him, he's not even moving.

(The images the United States at night over its major cities. Boston, Denver, Detroit, NYC, Washington D.C., Dallas, Chicago, St Louis and San Francisco. The light soulful piano melody of "Lose Yourself" by Eminem continues to play as images of American citizens in happiness, in tears, and in protest begins to be shown and Jim Logan looking over the city of Dallas, watching the tragedies unfolding.)

(spoken)Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted-In One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? (spoken)

Yo, His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin

What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now

(Then it shows him suiting up in miltary gear, heading to fight the enemy. As Eminem gets into his deep rhyme, its show's Jim Logan in combat, fighting of the enemies.)

The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah! '
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity

Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked

He's so mad, but he won't give up that

Is he? No

He won't have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes

It don't matter, he's dope

He knows that, but he's broke

He's so stacked that he knows

When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's

Back to the lab again yo

This whole rap shit

He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The Bunk: JIIIIIIIIIM LOOOOOOOOOOGAN!!!!

(The lights go out and the crowd falls silent. A huge blast of bright white pyros by the entrance stage goes off, lighting up the arena by itself for a moment. A Metal Guitar rift begins to blare slowly as Tealish and white lights surround the the entrenceway... )

"Hey You....." "Big Star..." "Tell Me...." "When its OVER....."

(The crowd stands on their feet and gives a mixed reaction of cheers and boos, as they recognize the music.)

-Mack McMichaels Logo lights up the Glory TRON-

"Hey You...."

"Big Mood...."

"Guide Me...."

"To SHELTER...."

(The words "American Icon" appear on the HWA-Tron and Mack McMichael's entrance video plays.)

"'Cause I'm Through..."

"When The Two...."

"Hits the Six...."

"And it's Summer...."

"Cloud..."

(The Song picks up greatly in Volumne and Speed...)

"COME!!! SHOVE IT!! SHOVE IT!! SHOVE IT!!!"

(Mack trots out from the back...)

"SHOVE!!! SHOVE IT!! SHOVE IT!! SHOVE IT!!"

(The Teal and red stobes hit Mack, as he begins to move with the flow of the music.)

"THE SUN!!! SHOVE IT!! SHOVE IT!! SHOVE IT!!"

(Mack Continues his body movement to the music.)

"ASIDE!!! SHOVE IT ASIDE"

"I Think God Is moving Its Tongue..."

"Theres no crowds in the street..."

"And No Sun..."

"in my own summer.."

(Mack begin his walk to the ring.. He walks slowly to the ring showboating all the way down there.)

"The Shade...."

"Is a tool...."

"A Device..."

"A Savior..."

"See I Try..."

"To Look Up..."

"To The Sky...."

"But My Eyes Burn...."

(Mack enters the ring as "My Own Summer (Shove It)" by The Deftones goes quiet and all the lights come back on. Mack is standing in the ring awaiting the start of this matchup.)

*ding ding ding*

(This match goes back and forth for a while until Kemono rushes down to the ring and GORES Jim Logan when the referee is down. This allows Mack McMichaels to attain control of the match-up and cover Logan. Only, the referee's count is too slow allowing Logan to kick out before the three. The match comes to an end when Jim Logan hits Mack McMichaels with the Eagle Strike and gets the three count.)

Eric: Oh my!!! Jim Logan gets the victory! And he will move on to face the World Heavyweight Champion, Kemono at Hangar 18!!!!!! Folks, you do NOT want to miss out! We'll see you next week!!!!