**The camera focusses on a couple of individuals as they arive at the Corel Centre. One of the individuals has blonde hair and heads towards their position in the TWF lighting/FX booth. The other individual appears to be on the maintainance crew, and is busy doing clean up work. Just then, a rental car pulls up and out steps Brandon Clayborne and Abraham Jones. Clayborne heads off towards the locker rooms, as Abraham unpacks the rest of their gear. Scene fades out as the camera pans over to the maintainance worker, who is no longer there**

**The arena lights go dark. "Bodies" by Drowning Pool roars from the arena speakers. The sellout crowd is on its feet, hollering and screaming as the camera pans across the arena. Various signs are seen in the crowd**

**Fireworks go off, as the pyrotechnic show on the stage turns the entire arena into a spectrum of colors. The camera pans once more across the front row seats, as the fans continue to stand, screaming as the camera catches them on television. The boisterous Ottawa area crowd roars at a fever pitch, as "Let's Go Sens!" chants start up throughout the arena. The camera then switches to a close up of the announce team of Nick Page and Shawna Johnson**

Nick Page: "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Corel Centre. Tonight, the Titan Wrestling Federation presents Sunday Night Rising, live from Kanata, Ontario. I'm Nick Page, together as always, with the lovely Shawna Johnson."

Shawna Johnson: "Thank you, Nick. Glad to be here as always."

Nick Page: "After the Pay Per View, Deadly Games, we should be in for quite a night, Shawna. We've got the first round matches for the newly named TWF Generation Title, as well as a Battle Royal to determine who receives a World title shot at next month's Pay Per View."

Shawna Johnson: "Don't forget Raven Starr and the Great Mooda's match. Flaming tables, it could get dangerous."

Nick Page: "Indeed. But first things first. We've got...wait, I'm told something is going down in the parking lot."

**As Abraham walks through the parking lot, carrying his and Brandon's gear, he's attacked from behind by a man dressed in all black, wearing a black mask. The masked man clobbers Jones over the head with a crowbar, and drags Jones' limp body towards a rental car. He opens up the trunk, then dumps Jones inside, shutting the trunk and leaving the scene**

Nick Page: "Well folks, it looks as though Brandon Clayborne's manager has just been taken out and dumped inside a rental car's trunk. We'll try to find out more information on who was responsible for this attack as the night goes on. But right now, we start things off tonight with an interview with TWF World Champion Steve Diamond."

Shawna Johnson: "Diamond has the gold, that makes him a powerful man."

**Diamond comes down to the ring with his entrance music playing, confetti and fireworks goes off as Diamond steps out with the Heavyweight title around his waist. He has two blonde women on each arm, he slowly walks to the ring, he helps the women in and one of them passes him a microphone. Diamond removes the title from his waist and places it on his shoulder. He then begins to speak**

Diamond: "Well, well, well, I said I would do it didnt I. I said that at Deadly Games I would pin Heydon Hall and become the Champion of the world. Many of you thought I was dreaming, many thought it would never happen but to all of you I say, if I'm dreaming I don't want to ever wake up. You see this right here in my hand is the TWF Heavyweight Championship, all you fat, overweight, pig farmers out there in TV land and the men in the crowd tonight here in the arena, maybe you should start dreaming, dreaming that you are Steve Diamond, dreaming that you are the TWF heavyweight champion, because let's face it, I'm better looking than all of you."

Nick Page: "The crowd doesn't like the way Diamond is so arrogant."

Shawna Johnson: "Yes, but it's true."

Diamond: "I'm out here not to talk about Heydon Hall, I know I've talked about him a lot in previous weeks but now there's no need, I've placed him in..what was it the Hall of Pain, I'm here to talk about this battle royal tonight. You see for the winner there will be joy, they will be headlining the next Pay Per View against me, but you see, you see that last bit, that's the bad news. You see, I'm just untouchable, I know out there there is all these women who want me, all the men want to be me. That is no different than the men in the TWF locker room back there, they all want to be me, not beacuse I'm the champion but because everyone wants to be your new role model, everyone wants to be Steve Diamond."

Nick Page: "I certainly dont want to be him."

Shawna Johnson: "I wish you were, then I'd be next to him."

Diamond: "Now as a champion I want to be a champion of the people. I want you all to have a champion you love for the company you love. So I'm going to give a woman out there a chance for a kiss with Steve Diamond. I'm gonna close my eyes and let these two blondes I'm with pick a woman, then when I open my eyes I will give her a taste of heaven, a kiss from Steve Diamond."

**Diamond closes his eyes and the two blonde women walk around outside the ring. They pick a nice slim, attractive woman. The woman claps her hands but is pushed down by a woman of 300 lbs or more, with long unwashed hair and teeth missing. She jumps over the barrier and gets into the ring. Diamond opens his eyes and drops the title belt and microphone. The woman is really excited as Diamond picks up the microphone and speaks**

Diamond: "Oh God...I guess...I guess you get a kiss. First things first. Get down in your natural position, get down on your kness and beg for a kiss."

**The woman gets down on her kness and prays to Diamond, she begs and grovels at his feet. Diamond then speaks again**

Diamond: Ok enough, enough stand up."

**Diamond starts to walk around her while she stands still**

Diamond: "Are you ready for a taste of heaven, is there a warm feeling in your stomach. Well close your eyes and lean forward.."

**The woman does so, Diamond drops the microphone, he closes his eyes and puckers up, he moves his lips closer to hers and then opens his eyes. He looks at the woman and then suddenly nails her with the 'Diamond in the Rough', as the crowd can't believe what they are seeing**

Nick Page: "I dont believe this."

Diamond: "I said I would kiss a woman, this is no woman, this is a beast. Now I hope the guys in the back saw that, saw the 'Diamond in the Rough' just like Sandman, Stevie J, Apehead and Heydon Hall. That will be the move that shatters your dreams of becoming the TWF Heavyweight champion and getting a win over me."

**Diamond looks at the woman and then drops the mics, as the two blondes hand him the title belt and he begins to leaves with them as the woman lays flat in the ring as security are seen holding her husband back. Suddenly, commotion comes from the crowd, a man leaps over the guard rail, and slides under the the bottom rope. The man is Heydon Hall in his ring attire. Diamond is oblivious to Hall's presence. Diamond walks backwards still holding the belt up, he then bumps into Hall. Hall immediately grabs Diamond by the hair, and sticks his head under Hall's arm setting him up in dragon sleeper position, and then just as quickly performs a roll of the dice-like move that Hall calls 'the Painkiller'. Hall gets up and picks up the World title and Diamond's microphone, and stands over Diamond**

Hall: "All hail, the new champ!"

**Hall drops the mic, and drops the belt across Diamond's waist and exits the ring, smirking all the way to the back, as the crowd goes nuts**

Nick Page: "It looks like Heydon Hall has taken it upon himself to shut Diamond up. I'm sure their pathes will cross in the not so distant future."

Shawna Johnson: "Hall's just a sore loser. Diamond beat him, and Hall can't take it."

Nick Page: "Yeah, that must be it. Was it me, or did Steve Diamond seem drunk? He wasn't making too much sense."

Shawna Johnson: "Nah, that's just him. He's unique. That's one of the qualities that helped him become World champ."

Nick Page: "Well whatever the case may be. I guess we're in luck. We've got another mouthpiece who just loves to hear himself talk coming out now."

Shawna Johnson: "Have more respect for the Commissioner!"

Nick Page: "As if he deserves it."

**"My Way" by Limpbizkit plays over the loud speakers. the fans all stand and start to boo instantaneously. Cannon Storm steps out onto the ramp way. He is dressed in a navy blue suit, black dress shoes, and a navy blue tie. His facial expression tells the audience that he thinks very little of them, and strides cockily towards the ring. As he approaches the ringside area he walks over to the steel steps and proceeds to climb up and enter the ring through the middle and top rope. He walks towards the center of the ring, still listening to the round of boos thrown in his direction. He allows for the negativity to continue before indulging the fans with his words**

Storm: "I was actually excited when the Titan Wrestling Federation was coming to Canada for a while, I hadn't been here in quite some time. But listening to you Canadians responding to me as I came out here...I can't wait to get out of this screwed up country!"

**Crowd starts to boo**

Storm: "Speaking of screwed up, our president, Dave Anderson, thinks that he is going to form some sort of rebellion against the alliance, by plotting in his little office. Then Dave, you go out and seek the advice of one Jared Blazer as to how you think you can actually pull off overcoming the EOD/Revolution's dominance of this federation. Sure, at Deadly Games it seemed as though the Alliance had a bad night, right? If not for Inferno successfully defending the Hardcore title, we would have lost every single match. However, I see it in a different light. looking back on the evening, Sniper and The Captain lost by count out, nothing accomplished by Clayborne and Jurado. But don't worry boys, you will get what is forthcoming your way. Justin Daniels losing to Lance in the Hardcore contender's match, only by luck. Just a little miscommunication, that's all. That sort of thing happens from time to time. Again, nothing that the Alliance can't overcome. It seems like Scott Jurado was a little pest that night, costing Mark Wilder the Television title. But don't worry X, your torment at the hands of the Alliance has not yet begun. Then, during the North American title match, quite possibly the greatest match in the history of the TWF, was tainted by none other then the appearance of The Great Mooda. But Mooda, like many others, you will get what's coming to you tonight. So as I see it, tonight WILL be the night of the Alliance. Sniper will march on his journey to become the first ever TWF Generation Champion. Raven Starr, will demonstrate why he is the toughest SOB in the TWF. Inferno will yet lay to waist more challengers that think they are hardcore. Then the Battle Royal, Justin Daniels and Devon Storm will clean house, and then decide from there, who will be the number one contender for the World title!"

**Crowd boo loudly as Cannon just brushes it off**

Storm: "But switching gears now, onto a more important matter. Dave, this thing between us, this power struggle that you deem it to be, seems like a rather feeble attempt to gain more headway over me. True you are the President, but what the hell have you actually done here!?"

**Crowd boos, then starts a chant of "You suck!" "You suck!"**

Storm: "I'm surprised you Canadians can actually speak and drink beer at the same time." [boos continue] "Dave, can you tell me what you have actually accomplished on Rising, that is noteworthy of being called a success? I mean, it was ME who formed the EOD/Revolution, the most dominate force in this sport. It was ME who booked the matches, only to have your bald head just nod and say, 'looks good to me Cannon'. Dave, it was ME who made Sunday Night Rising the number one watched syndicate on Television. You know it, and I know it. I heard from my sources Dave, that you have expressed an interest in taking the New Blood under you wing to oppose the Alliance? Dave, this time I think you really have fallen over the deep end. But hey, go ahead, take them to that run down cemetery called the Anderson Wrestling Academy training facility, train them, work their assess off. Then bring them back only to have them crash and burn, just like your career ended Dave."

**Crowd boos loudly**

Storm: "But Dave, you might be thinking to yourself, this is my company, Rising is MY show. Well, Dave you can have Rising, because quite frankly, there is nothing really left for you to do that can make it an even more success then I have. But Dave, while you were on vacation in Mexico, laying by the pool, relaxing, I was in the midst of finalizing a business venture. You see Dave, maybe Jared was right, maybe I have been in the shadow of you for the most part. Maybe, it's time for a change Dave. For you see, that little business deal I am referring to was with the TV company that airs Sunday Night Rising. You see Dave, this competition between you and I isn't going to die down any time soon. No, I have a feeling that it will erupt in the near future. As a matter of fact, on August 7th, everybody will bear witness to an Eruption!"

Storm: "That's right Dave, because now, we will see if Cannon Storm can hold his own in the world of sports entertainment as an owner! So Dave, I bid you good luck, and try not to run Rising into the ground, we have certain standards to maintain around here."

**The crowd seems bewildered by the announcement of the new show that will air on TWf television, headed by Commissioner Storm**

Storm: "Now, I took it upon myself to book the main event for Wednesday Night Eruption. So on August 7th, the main event of Eruption will be, the current Titan Wrestling Federation World Champion Steve Diamond, defending the World title against.....'The Wild Child' Christopher Drake!"

**He tosses the microphone down, and exits the ring. As Cannon is leaving up the ramp way, he takes the time to look around and see all the shocked faces and take in the boos. He then disappears behind the curtain**

Nick Page: "I can't believe it. Cannon Storm has signed a deal to broadcast his own TWF program. I'm....I'm speachless."

Shawna Johnson: "And did you catch the main event? Steve Diamond against Christopher Drake for the World title. Wow, what a way to kick things off with the new program."

Nick Page: "I'm certain President Anderson will have something to say about Storm's announcement at a later date. But right now, we've got to move things along on THIS program. So let's get to our first match of the evening."

Ring Announcer: "Introducing first from Chicago, Illinois, being accompanied by Rachel Von Vuvick. Weighing 220lbs.....PSYCHOTIC JAYYY!"

**Jay a little paranoid, walks to the ring slowly searching the crowd while his girlfriend Rachel tries to get him to relax before the match. Once down at ringside Jay goes and checks under the ring before sliding underneath the bottom rope. Before the bell rings Jay nervously checks the crowd one more time before competing**

Ring Announcer: "And his opponent from Springfield, Missouri. Weighing in at 295lbs.....JARRED MICHAEELLLSS!"

**Static is heard over the arena speakers soon followed by "˜Whatever" by Godsmack. Jarred Michael's steps out onto the stage clad in a charcoal black wrestling trunks, kneepads, and wrestling boots with black laces. The boots come to his upper calf with the back out of them and have the letters "JM" on the sides in silver lettering. Jarred moves to the end of the stage looking over the crowd and slowly makes his way down to the ring side area. He circles the ring once and then climbs up on the apron, taking a moment to look over his shoulder towards the crowd. Michael's then steps into the ring between the middle and top rope and moves to the center of the ring where upon he throws his first high into the air**

Nick Page: "Lets get this one started. Another match to qualify for the TWF Generation Title. Jarred Michael and Psychotic Jay lock up. Jay with a small package. Cover, 1...Kick out. What in gods name was that? Michael's with a forearm to the jaw of Jay. Back against the ropes, irish whip by Jarred, rebound and a powerful dropkick from Michael's. Jarred up, Jay up and they lock up again, they struggle for control. Jay puts a leg behind Jarred's and shoves him back, Jarred to the mat. Jay stomps on Michael's, Jarred up now and catches a boot from Jay, single leg takedown and now his drives an elbow to the Jays knee. He picks Psychotic up and sets him up in a suplex, executed perfectly!"

Shawna Johnson: "Michael's in control now."

Nick Page: "He's slugging away on Jay's head, Rachel is climbing into the ring now, Ref pushing her out now, Jay with an eye gouge. Jay now DDT's Michael's, wait! Reversal. Michael's grabs both legs of Jay and takes him down. Jay still holding on, pulls Michael's down with him! A sleeper/choke hold. Jarred is fighting, but is fading quick. Jay wrenching back on it now. The ref lifts Jarred's arm, drop, lifts it again, drop. If it drops the third time this one is over. Up and he holds it up, he is trying to fight out of this, punches to the ribs now. Jay releases. Michael's rolls over and is holding his neck. Jay standing over him now and slaps on a camel clutch! Jay is working Jarred slowly but surely."

Shawna Johnson: "Jay is really taking a technical approach. Maybe it's his split personality, a good wrestler!"

Nick Page: "Say what you will Shawna, but I've always liked Psychotic Jay. He releases the hold, and now pulls a dazed Jarred to his feet, that might be a mistake. Jay grabs him and goes for the bulldog, Jarred pushes him off, grabs his smaller opponent in a gorilla press! He is holding him up and pressing him up high in the air, lets go, catches him and spins him into the mat with a powerslam! What a move. Cover, 1...2..Kick out! That was close, I thought Jay was done. Jarred pick him again and knocks him back to the mat with a right hook punch! Rachel Von Vuvick is screaming for Jay to get up. Jarred turns toward her and tells to shut the hell up Jay gets up grabs Jarred from behind for the german suplex, slams his back to the mat. He holds on and picks up the rather large Jarred for another german suplex. Jarred elbows Jay in the face, Jay lets go and it holding his nose. Jarred not punching the hell out of Jay. Grabs him, lifts him up. Looks like a torture rack! He's spinning around and just dropped Jay with a neckbreaker. Cover 1...2...th..kick out."

Shawna Johnson: "Jay can't expect to match strength with this guy."

Nick Page: "Jay was almost pinned again here, but he's got more heart than most in this federation. Jay getting back to his feet, Michael's irish whips him to the ropes, Psychotic with slides under his legs, up and stomps to the gut of Michael's, DDT! Both men are down. Jay the first to move, he is inching his way over the fallen body of Jarred, he lays his arm on his chest. 1...2...Jarred with a shoulder up. Jay is up to his feet, Jarred on one knee. Jay off the ropes and drops him with a dropkick to the head. Rachel is clapping and smiling, telling him to go to the top and finish him off. Jay is handing over the ropes and pulling his way to the corner. He is groggy as hell but is making his way to the top rope for the Suicide Killer. Jay is up, the fans are on the edge of their seat. He leaps and this looks perfect. Jarred raises his knees and catches Jay in the stomach. Jarred with the cover. 1...2...3...!"

Shawna Johnson: "Jarred outsmarted Psychotic Jay! He got the win."

Ring Announcer: "Here is your winner by pinfall.....JARREDD MICHAEELLLSSS!!!

Nick Page: "Impressive win for the newcomer. He moves on to face the winner of Devon and Tony Cage next week."

**We see the rookie Romeo walking through the hall, headed to the ring for his big match. As he passes a group of TWF superstars we hear**

"Oh Romeo! Hey loverboy-over here!"

**As Romeo turns around we see the Captain as he stands from where he was seated. At his side is Commissioner Storm. Romeo's eyes bug out as he realizes what is about to happen. Captain calmly folds up the chair he was sitting on as he continues**

Captain: "Hey, jacka**. We've got a little problem. Seems you've been defacing the name of the EoD/Revolution Alliance and well, that aggression will not stand. So, it's time you took your licking, like a good little rookie."

**Captain lays out Romeo with a chairshot to the head and now both men go to work on Romeo. Captain continuously slams the chair into his head, while Commissioner Storm kicks him repeatedly and the cracking of ribs can be heard. As Romeo quits struggling the two men slow in their beating. Captain looks over at Storm, inspiration shining in his eyes. The two men smile and shake hands, and the Captain makes his way to the ring, with his chair still in hand**

Nick Page: "Oh my God! Devon Storm just annihilated Romeo. We'll see how this affects Romeo's performance, as his match is coming up after the Devon/Tony Cage match."

**The arena lights dim and the TitanTron lights up saying "19!" in big red letters. It flashes twice then it changes to "CHILD PRODIGY!!" and flashes twice again and then changes to "DEVON!!" flashing twice again. "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana rips through the arena with those famous guitar riffs. As Dave Grohl pounds out the four explosive drum beats four pyrotechnic explosions ignite in synch with the beat. The crowd is already on their feet even before Devon steps out from behind the curtain. His expression is cheerful, but he can't hide the obvious pain of not having Taja on his arm as he goes to the ring. He pulls off his 19 AGE IS JUST A NUMBER t-shirt and tosses it into the crowd before hopping on the ring apron and into the ring, posing as flashbulbs ignite around the arena**

Ring Announcer: "In the ring at this time. Hailing from Columbus, Ohio and weighing in at 256 pounds. The CHILD PRODIGY, DEVVVOON!"

**The fans once again let out a roar of applause, but it is quickly swallowed by howling guitars of "Stone Cold Crazy" by Metallica. The fans cheers instantly turn to boos. As the drums break in and the guitars let loose a fury of ripping riffs pyro ignites on the stage. After the shower of sparks dies down Tony Cage steps out onto the stage. The boos seem to get even louder in the arena as he flashes a shit eating grin for the fans he loves to hate. Then from behind him comes the stunning Ms Assets. Some guys start to whistle at the fine female specimen. He jogs to the ring, hoping up once on the ring apron and then over the ropes. He runs to the opposite ropes, in front of the announcers table. "I'M THE SHIT!" he yells down to Nick and Shawna. He turns around to face his opponent**

Ring Announcer: "His opponent. From Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at 275 pounds. He is accompanied to he ring by Ms. Assets. TONY CAGE!"

Nick Page: "Well Tony Cage may be making his debut here in the TWF wrestling ring, but he's no stranger to this business. He holds five titles, including two world titles."

Shawna Johnson: "Most impressive. Almost as impressive as Cage's quick side headlock out of that collar elbow tie-up."

Nick Page: "And Devon sends Tony Cage into the ropes, but gets more then he bargained for when Tony rocks his socks off with a hard clothesline to the chest sending the Child Prodigy to the mat. Devon getting back up slowly as Cage takes a short breather and goes back to the offensive. Cage backs Devon into the corner with a series of hard knife edge chops to the chest. Cross corner whip and Devon's in the turnbuckle. Cage runs across and delivers a dropkick right in the chops. I sure hope Devon's dental insurance is paid up."

Shawna Johnson: "I think I saw a few pearly whites go flying from that move. Devon is still holding tight though in this match. Cage is really working him over though."

Nick Page: "That he is as he pulls Devon to the middle of the ring and plants him into the mat with a DDT. Cage not letting up on the offensive goes for the pin, but it's still too early as he only gets a one and a half count. Devon getting pulled to his feet once again, oh Devon drops to his knees and takes Cage with him with a stunning jawbreaker that sent Cage reeling back into the turnbuckle. Devon mounting a quick comeback now with a few chops to subdue Cage. Devon puts Cage up on the top turnbuckle. Devon drops the hammer down with a spectacular superplex putting Cage right in the center of the ring. That move was picture perfect!"

Shawna Johnson: "Devon IS picture perfect! MMMM."

Nick Page: "I meant the move. Now Devon pulls Cage to his feet once again. Cage into the ropes and Devon puts him down with a powerslam. Devon holding on for the pin, but gets only a two count. Devon back to his feet in a flash, Cage still shaking the cobwebs off. Devon waiting on Cage to stand to his feet. Cage is up and Devon levels him with a superkick to the chin. Cage goes reeling back into the ropes, and then down to the mat. Devon still working the energy of the match as he ascends to the top turnbuckle. Devon comes off with a beautiful splash onto Cage. Devon decides to slow the match down a bit with a cross arm-bar."

Shawna Johnson: "I'm surprised that Devon has been able to keep his head in this match without the encouragement of Taja on the outside."

Nick Page: "Well it just goes to show you that Devon is a great competitor, and unlike some other wrestlers, doesn't depend on Taja to get the job done."

Shawna Johnson: "Speaking of getting the job done, look at Ms. Assets getting up on the ring apron!"

Nick Page: "The referee is distracted and Tony Cage uses it to his advantage raking Devon's eyes. Devon letting go of the hold. Cage back to his feet and hoisting Devon up to his. Cage really lays the hurt on Devon with a reverse powerbomb. Cage blows a kiss to Ms. Assets as she gets back off the ring apron. Cage pulls Devon up and wraps his arms around him and puts him back on the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Cage bounces off the ropes and drops a fist on Devon's forehead. Cage doing a bit of showboating around the ring now that he has Devon down and out. Cage hauling Devon to his feet once again. Cage slapping the face of Devon a few times. He's really humiliating him in the ring."

Shawna Johnson: "Cage is really playing with fire, he better put Devon away quick if he's going to do it."

Nick Page: "Devon swings a clumsy right hand, and Cage easily ducks it and grabs the disoriented Devon from behind planting him into the ring with a German suplex. Cage bridging the back. One..two...almost a three count there! Devon really kicked out in the nick of time. Devon has to get his wits about him if he wants to carry on and get the new Generations Title."

Shawna Johnson: "Well Cage is certainly making an impressive debut. Devon might not be a superstar of the TWF, but he's not to be taken lightly, a win over him would get Cage a lot of respect backstage."

Nick Page: "That it would, and it looks like he's on his way to finishing this match off as he puts Devon into the ropes and puts him down with a big boot to the face. Cage doing some more showboating now for the fans who are still booing him like crazy."

Shawna Johnson: "And why shouldn't they, he has no respect for the fans of the sport. You heard him in his promos, he called them redneck pieces of trash!"

Nick Page: "Still, he's doing just fine in the ring without the fans behind him. Tony cage has Devon in the middle of the ring and he's grabbing Devon's arm. It looks like he's going to hit Devon with the Slamdown, which will set him up for the End. Cage pulls Devon into the Slamdown, but no, Devon ducks beneath Cage's clothesline and twists Cage's arm behind his back in an armlock. Wait a minute! Oh man! Devon with an armlock suplex! I haven't seen one of those since back in the day. Devon executed it perfectly. You can tell that he's been practicing that exact counter for such a time as this. And now the fans are back on their feet."

Shawna Johnson: "The fans are on their feet and Devon is on the top rope."

Nick Page: "Devon explodes off the turnbuckle with an ax-handle smash that sends Cage reeling and into the ropes. Cage coming back and Devon picks him up and slams him down with a pancake! Devon is really showing up Cage and getting some retribution for all that showboating Cage was doing at his expense earlier in the match. Devon hoists Cage to his feet and wraps him up. Cradle Piledriver! Oh man, did you see the authority Devon put into that move? You can tell he really wants this one."

Shawna Johnson: "I can tell you what I really want from Devon. Devon is DIVINE!"

Nick Page: "Easy there walking hormone, Taja's probably watching this from home. Devon picking up Cage again. Devon might go for the Devon Driver now and secure this match. No Devon whips Cage to the ropes and plants him with a spinebuster that shakes the entire ring. Shawna I practically felt that move all the way out here, and don't you go saying what you'd LIKE to feel."

Shawna Johnson: "Harumph."

Nick Page: "Devon pulling Cage back up to his feet. Devon hoists Cage up in a huge jackknife powerbomb and drives him into the mat. Good God, Devon is really working Cage over tonight. Welcome to the TWF Mr. Cage!"

Shawna Johnson: "Not the housewarming I think he expected."

Nick Page: "Devon goes for another submission move putting Cage in a half Boston crab. Devon is just toying with Cage now. He knows he's got this thing in the bag. It's only a matter of Devon stopping long enough to pin him. Devon letting up on the leglock and pulling Cage to his feet again. Devon scoops Cage up and puts him down on the mat. Devon comes off the ropes and drops a leg across Cage's throat. Devon picking up Cage again. I think Devon is finally done playing around. He's looking around the arena, and I think the fans know what's coming next. HOLY!"

Shawna Johnson: "Nope I don't think they were expecting that!"

Nick Page: "Cage just leveled Devon with the Slamdown! Cage picking up Devon now and THE END! THE END! This could be it. Cage pins Devon."

1...2...3! CAGE HAS PULLED IT OUT!"

**Cage can hardly believe it himself as he stumbles around the ring, briefly letting the ref raise his hand before rolling out of the ring. As Cage exits up the ramp a more ominous figure comes from the crowd**

Shawna Johnson: "What is HMW doing here!?"

Nick Page: "I think you know as well as I do, he's here to strike out against Devon, yet again! And there he goes HMW choking out Devon. Devon is helpless, getting thrashed around by HMW."

Shawna Johnson: "This is going to get old really quick you know."

Nick Page: "Well can you blame HMW, I mean nobody seems to be taking him seriously, I think he's making a statement to more then just Devon. HMW finally letting up on Devon and grabbing a mic."

HMW: "Devon, how did that feel? How did it feel to be choked out...rookie. That is how Taja felt, doesn't feel too good does it. Your air supply cut off, struggling against the pain. Well Devon I wanted to show you something."

**HMW grabs Devon by the hair and forces his gaze to the TitanTron. Footage starts playing of HMW's heinous attack on Taja from Deadly Games**

HMW: "You see Devon, that was just the start. That was the start of this game I'm playing with you. What better way to send out a message to the rookies then by destroying the child prodigy, and his little bitch."

**HMW nails Devon in the head with the microphone causing a resounding thud to echo from the arena PA. Taja comes running from the back. She pushes HMW, barely moving him and tries to get to Devon. HMW just stares at her pathetic attempts, his gaze ice cold. He walks over to her and she starts backing off and into a corner. Taja is shaking her head as HMW signals for the wreckagemission. Behind HMW Devon comes and nails him in the back of the head with the microphone causing another sonic cacophony to flood the arena. Devon spins him around and kicks him in the gut and plants him with the Devon Driver. Devon grabs Taja and the two quickly flee the ring area. Just before exiting to the back Devon grabs a mic of his own**

Devon: "I guess this makes me the veteran killer."

**Devon drops the mic and takes Taja to the back and to safety before HMW can come to his senses**

Shawna Johnson: "Wow, a close call there for Taja. She almost found herself in the hospital again!"

Nick Page: "Still, the match is lost, and HMW has gotten another poignant message across, but Devon has put out his own broadcast as well. I can't wait to see this rivalry come to a head."

Ring Announcer: "Introducing first from Detroit Michigan. Weighing 258lbs.....HUMAN WRECKKING MACHHIINNE!"

**As "Violent Reaction" by American Headcharge plays as HWM shows up on the titan tron in red letters, HWM then appears at the top of the ramp way as smoke fills his path way, he is seen wearing a hooded top, the hood pulled up over his head covering his eyes and his goatee beard is the only visible feature of his face, he slowly swaggers to the ring, when he gets to the ring he stands on the ring apron as a spot light shines on him he raises his arms and the fireworks go of behind him, he then climbs in between the ropes and takes off the top ready for action**

Ring Announcer: "And his opponent from Melbourne Australia, being accompanied by Bruce the Bulldog. Weighing in at 215lbs.....ROMEEOOO!"

**Arena goes to black and we hear 'want some come get some" and then "I'm on the drug" starts to play and we see a young man wearing no t-shirt and a pair of black baggy pants step out with a bulldog on a leash he is holding a jolly rogers (pirate Flag) as they both walk down the ramp. Romeo slides under the ring and waves the flag around then throws it in the crowd**

Nick Page: "We'll see which one of these two men will advance in search for the TWF Generation Championship. Human wrecking machine quickly on the attack. Clotheslines over the top rope. Romeo looks stunned. Bruce is barking at HWM and Romeo goes over to console him. HWM to the outside in hot pursuit of Romeo. Romeo under the bottom rope. HWM follows, Romeo stomps at the neck and shoulder of HWM but he is fighting it off. He grabs Romeo with both hands around the neck and throws him into the middle of the ring! He jumps on top of him and slugs away with vicious punches. He picks up Romeo and sends him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex."

Shawna Johnson: "Wow, I haven't seen this side of HWM since his match with Raven Starr almost two months ago.."

Nick Page: "You're not kidding. He really wants that Generation Title and start getting the respect her deserves around here. Romeo up and chops the chest of HWM, reeling back now. HWM catches Romeo in the stomach with a knee lift. He bounces himself off the ropes and spears Romeo. Romeo grabs his head and wraps his leg around and is squeezing the life out of Machine. Machine slides his knees up, and grabs Romeo around the waist, he is lifting both himself and Romeo up. Romeo not letting go, HWM runs and pounds Romeo's back into the corner turnbuckles. Romeo lets go. HWM stomping him in the stomach, Romeo drops, HWM stomping away on his chest and is now pressing his knee into the throat of Romeo. Ref is warning HWM to get off of Romeo."

Shawna Johnson: "These refs are having to work for their paychecks this week."

Nick Page: "HWM backs up and Romeo slaps HWM in the face, punches in the ribs and finishes the combo up with a forearm to the face. Romeo steps back and mounts the second rope, jumps and shoulder blocks HWM to the mat. Romeo applies an armbar. HWM getting to his feet. Romeo snaps his arm sending HWM back to one knee. He is kicking HWM in the back of the head now. HWM trying to fight it off. He yells and rises to his feet. Reverse the arm bar and flips Romeo to the mat. Romeo up and they are standing their staring at each other, pacing and stalking around the ring looking for an opening. HWM charges, Romeo ducks and punches, HWM block and locks on the Wreckplex. Up and over! Romeo crashes to the mat. HWM picks him up and sends him into the ropes. Lou Thesz press, he is punching the daylights out of him. Up and posing to the fans. It looks like these fans have a newfound respect for HWM."

Shawna Johnson: "I sure do, he was in bit of a slump but he looks like he is a new man, machine rather."

Nick Page: " Romeo is dazed and stumbling around the ring. HWM with a schoolboy rollup. 1...2...kick out by Romeo! Both men up again and HWM for a piledriver, lifts him up, with momentum Romeo extends his arms up, grabs HWM and sends him face first into the mat. Cover, 1...2...Kick out by HWM. Romeo stomps on the chest of his opponent, grabs his legs ROMEO LOCK! HWM reverses it and both men are down again. These men are full of fire and looking for anyway to finish each other off."

Shawna Johnson: "I like it though, the fast action and heart in that ring is enough to fill this great city."

Nick Page: "Romeo the first to his feet, SUPERKICK by Romeo! HWM ducks and spins him around...WRECKAGE MISSION! WRECKAGE MISSION! Romeo is fading fast. Romeo looking for an escape and pulls him and HWM as they fall through the ropes to the outside! HWM has yet to let go. Romeo is unconcious. HWM is still wrenching that move in Romeo. The ref telling him to let go and get in the damn ring! HWM listens, picks up a lifeless Romeo and rolls him into the ring. HWM follows, cover. 1...2...3! Ref calls for the bell, this one is over!"

Shawna Johnson: "This was an awesome match, Nick."

Ring Announcer: "Here is your winner by pinfall.....HUMAN WRECCKKING MACCHHIINNEEE!!!

Nick Page: "Human Wrecking Machine moves on to the second round to face the winner of the next match."

Nick Page: "Well fans, our next match is a qualifier for the Generation Title, pitting Sniper against Justin Morris. Hold on...I am getting word that Sniper is being held up backstage. Oh jeez, what is this all about?"

**Scene begins backstage with Raven, Captain, Inferno, and Sniper talking backstage. Sniper is standing there with Raven. It looks as if he is scolding Sniper. Sniper just standing there with his head down. Captain and Inferno look like they are getting frustrated with what he has to say**

Sniper: "Look guys, I've been busting my ass since I got here. With the Alliance and all the other stuff going on?
(Raven cuts him off.)
Raven: "What? Is it too much for you to frickin' think about? Look man, when I was working to put together my end of this Alliance deal I wanted to align myself with nothing but the best, but you have yet to prove that to us. You are making me look like an assh*le! Now I'm telling you this once, because quite frankly that's how many times I need to tell you. You lose another goddamn match out there and you are done! No if, and, or buts! I am getting sick of making excuses for you.!"
Sniper: "I never asked you make excuses for me, Rave. I was just being held back..."
(Raven cuts him off again)
Raven:"Held back? By what? You kicked your best friends ass and since then you have been on a downward spiral. You need to rethink your priorities! We are a unit, we don't kick our friends to the curb like you did!"
(Captain steps in front of Raven and gets in Snipers face.)
Captain:"I've sat back long enough. I am not in charge of this magic carpet ride, but I will tell you one thing. Not only will you be out, but you will be out for GOOD! You cost us our tag match last week and I am not putting up with you making us look like fools anymore!"
Sniper: "I'm not worried about making you look like fools, I am worried about getting back on track here. I've got a lot to prove here and I will do just that, you'll see and I expect an apology when my match is over!"
(Sniper walks away from them and makes his way towards the ring.)
Inferno:"That dumb prick is in over his head!"

Nick Page: "Looks like trouble in paradise already. Who needs a rival alliance when they are self destructing from within."

Shawna Johnson: "You're not kidding, Nick!"

Nick Page:"Let's go to the announcer."

Ring Announcer: "Introducing first from Decatur, Illinois. Weighing in at 295lbs.....SNIIIPERRR!"

**Heavy, violent breathing is heard over the PA is the arena lights slowly fade to black. All of the Jumbo-trons fade to scribbles as the breathing fades into Monsters Under the Bed by V Shape Mind. Soon the arena lights turn on and the arena is engulfed in a dark blue light as silver lazer lights being to flash in front of the entrance as Sniper emerges wearing a NEW Wrestling cutoff, blue jeans, and boots. He also wears a pair of sun glasses. He walks to the ring in a focused manner, perhaps slapping a few hands, but rarely. He enters the ring and removes his shades as the arena lights once again go back to normal**

Ring Announcer: "And his opponent from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Weighing in at 243lbs.....'THE ORIGINAL' JUSTIN MORRISSS!"

**As Hoobastank's "Running Away" blares throughout the arena speakers, "The Original" Justin Morris makes his way to the stage. The crowd rises to their feet as Justin poses on the rampway. Justin high-fives some fans on the way to the ring. He slides into the ring and poses from the turnbuckle which gets even more cheering from the crowd**

Nick Page: "This is getting underway as Sniper has attacked Morris while he was posing on the ropes. This big man has a lot to prove not only to himself and the fans but to his buddies in the back. Sniper with clubbing forearms to the back. He turns The Original around and drives a knee inot his ribcage. Sniper with a big right hand to his head. Morris is shaken up. Sniper steps, and clotheslines Morris over the top rope! Sniper looks like a deranged man in that ring right now. Morris back in and Sniper back on the attack. Irish whip, duck under by Morris, off the opposing ropes, Sniper catches him in a powerslam. Sniper to his feet. He is wiping his hands as if he had just finished off Morris. What is wrong with him? He is cocky even though he hasn't proved to be nothing more than a bag of hot air. Morris is up and lowblows Sniper, irish whip by Morris, reversed, Sniper with a short arm clothesline that sends Morris to the mat. Justin rolls out of the ring to rethink his strategy. Sniper walking over towards the ropes. Morris grabs his feet and trips him to the mat. He pulls Snipers legs to the corner post and slams his knee right into the ring post, and he does it again for good measure."

Shawna Johnson: "That's one way to take Sniper down. I've seen this strategy done before."

Nick Page: "Let's see if Justin can be successful though. Sniper is getting up, Morris hops to the apron, mounts the top turnbuckle...MOONSAULT! He connects, he picks up Sniper by the hair and is punching away on his skull! Morris grabs, locks his head under and DDT! He is taking it to Sniper now. Cover 1...2...Kick out."

Shawna Johnson:" I didn't think it would be that easy."

Nick Page: "Sniper has a lot on the line here, he needs to get back in the groove in which he started this match. Oh here we go! Sniper being set up for a piledriver. Backbody drop by Sniper. Crushing elbow drop. Sniper rolls him around and slaps on a blatant chokehold. The ref breaks it up after a count of four. Sniper sends Justin into the corner of the ring, stretches his big foot out and is choking Morris again with his foot across his throat. Ref counting. 1...2...3...4...break! Sniper now driving some elbows into the side of Justin's head., grabs him and sends him into the opposite corner. Full of steam Sniper is running towards Morris, looking for the spear. Justin jumps up, Sniper dives underneath and busts his shoulder through the ropes in into the ring post. Morris pulls him out and with a standing armbar we can see the pain in Snipers eyes.."

Shawna Johnson: "He looks like he is going to cry!"

Nick Page: "He's just getting frustrated. Sniper seems to underestimate his opponents. Morris now with a suplex. Can he get him up? Yes! Roll over for the cover. 1..2..kick out. Morris trying to weaken Snipers legs now with a figure four leglock. He has it cinched in. The ref is asking for Sniper to give. He says "No". Morris is pulling his left foot adding pressure to the ankle joint and the knee. This is a very painful move if applied correctly. And it looks like this kid has it on perfectly. Sniper is dragging both their bodies closer and closer to the ropes, almost there, he grabs the bottom rope and the hold should be broken. Morris is still holding on. Warning by the ref, Sniper is writhing in pain. The ref counting 1..2..3..4.., just in time Morris lets go."

Shawna Johnson: "I guess Justin's emotions are getting the best of him. He is sinking to Snipers level!."

Nick Page: "It's called fighting fire with fire. Morris is up and stomping on Sniper, he bends over to grab Snipers hair again. Sniper wraps his big paw around Justins neck, looks like he is going for the chokeslam. Snipers legs are weak though and he can’t stand up straight. Morris breaks the hold and dropkicks Sniper in the knees. Sniper is down! Sniper now hits Morris with a cheap shot to the groin! They are both up now, Sniper with a suplex attempt, he can't get The Original up, his legs can't support all the weight! Morris with a reversal, stalling and he just planted him with the J.M. Special! Cover..1...2...3!

Nick Page: "Justin Morris has advanced in this tournament to become the first ever TWF Generation Champion!"

Ring Announcer: The winner of the match by pinfall.....'THE ORIGINAL' JUSTIN MORRRIISSS!!!"

Shawna Johnson: "Captain Devon Storm is running to the ring! He's got a chair in his hand and asks the ring announcer for the microphone!"

Captain: " You are the most pathetic piece of trash that I have EVER seen! Did you hear what we said to you about losing this match! You are through, for GOOD!"

**Captain throws the mic to the mat, cranks back with the chair in hand and smashes it across the skull of Sniper! Captain reaches down and grabs Sniper by the top part of his wrestling attire, the tank top. It reads Sniper on the front and Alliance on the back**

Captain: "Alliance huh? You're a disgrace to everyone in this arena. The EoD didn't come here to be associated to losers like you!"

**Captain rips the upper part of Snipers attire and slaps him in the face. Sniper is still groggy from the J.M. Special and the chairshot. Captain sets him up and spikes him to the mat with the Dead End DDT into the bent steel chair! Sniper is motionless. Captain stares down at Sniper and spits on him. He steps back and raises his arms to the fans, as he steps over the top rope**

Shawna Johnson: "I guess that's that! What a giant that Captain Storm is!"

Nick Page: "Well he was warned but I never thought it would end up like that. I guess Sniper is no longer a part of the EoD/Revolution Alliance."

Nick Page: "Folks, while we went to commercial, an attack took place following the Justin Morris/Sniper match. Let's look at the footage."

**As the commotion of the Storm attack on Sniper went on, we see a masked man sneak through the crowd, and come up on Justin Morris from behind. He nails Morris with a tazer, then throws some kind of salt substance in his eyes, causing Morris to roll around in agony as EMT's tend to him. The lights cut out for a few seconds, as the masked man disappears**

Nick Page: "Last word we've received from the back is that Justin Morris has been taken backstage and is being treated for whatever substance that was that was thrown into his eyes. He's expected to be ok."

Shawna Johnson: "Nick, I think that was the same guy that attacked Abraham Jones earlier on."

Nick Page: "If it is, I wonder what he's got against Jones and Morris. But up next we've got a Flaming Tables match between Raven Starr and The Great Mooda."

Nick Page: "Looks like things are ready to go for our next match-up: The Great Mooda vs. Raven Starr in a flaming tables match! This is sure to be a knockdown drag-out fight!"

**The lights dim as "Black" By Sevendust hits. Out onto the ramp walks a behemoth of a man. As he makes his way down the ramp, gold pyros shoot off on either side of him. As he reaches the ring, the lights come back up and we see it is the Captain. He is wearing his black leather pants with gold lacing and matching black leather vest. He is holding on to a large plastic mug and smiles as he passes the ring and heads towards the announcer's table**

Nick Page: "What's he doing here? This isn't his match. Great, it looks like he's headed our way!"

Shawna Johnson: "That's fine with me; the big man can sit next to me if he wants."

**Shawna waves the Captain over by her, and the Captain pulls up a chair. He smiles and winks knowingly at Shawna as he takes the offered headset**

Captain: "Thanks Shawna. How's the commentating team doing tonight?"

Shawna Johnson: "Pretty good now that you're here."

Nick Page: "Just what are you doing here?"

Captain: "I figured I'd lend my excellent oratory skills to the team for this next match. Plus, I figured it was a good spot to watch what's going to be an off the chart match up and enjoy a little Bacardi 151."

Nick Page: "Great, you're drinking while you're down here?"

Ring Announcer: "The following match, is the Flaming Table Match!! Introducing first, from Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada. He stands 7' tall, weighing 378 lbs....THE GREEEEAT MOOOODAAAA!!"

**The arena goes completely black. The sound system blares into life with an extremely loud version of "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns n' Roses. A carpet of smoke rolls out onto the stage as The big man makes his way to the center of the entrance ramp. A small white light shadows the figure. Two deafening "banging sounds" erupt in the building, as we see two blue lightning bolts fire down from what appears to be the center of the arena towards the great Mooda. The two bolts strike the pyro-techniques and the stage bursts into five fire balls evenly stretched across the stage, each of which fires six feet into the air. The giant makes his way down to the ring, giving hi-fives to the fans he has following his career. As he approaches the ring, he reaches up, grabs the top rope with both hands and climbs up and over the ropes. He stands in the center of the ring, and raises his hands above his head. With this another blue lightning bolt fires to the entrance ramp, and as it hits, the music stops. He takes off his jacket and leans back against the ropes waiting for his opponent**

Captain: "Ya big man, you just watch your step."

Nick Page: "Mooda and Devon Storm locking eyes here, now Devon, we don't need any trouble."

Captain: "Hey, I'm just out here having a drink and about to watch Raven send this guy to hell."

Ring Announcer: "His opponent, from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing 265lbs, accompanied by 'The Zombie' Aston Steele.....'THE SUICIDE MACHINE' RAAAAVEN STARRRR!"

**The lights go black, "I FEEL SO GOOD, I FEEL SO NUMB...." As guitar riff kicks in, Raven, and Steele dart from the ramp way and run to the ring. Purple and green pyrotechnics explode in a chain from the ramp to the ring**

Nick Page: "The bell sounds for this match, Mooda and Raven are locking eyes now. Raven charges at Mooda, but Mooda chops him in the chest. Mooda with another chop, staggers Raven, Mooda grabs Raven and tosses him into the ropes. Raven off the other side, Mooda lifts him up in a gorilla press slam, Oh, turns it into a gut buster! Raven rolling around clutching his ribs."

Captain: "That's ok Raven! He's nothin!"

Nick Page: "Mooda picks up Raven now, he lifts Raven up off his feet in a choke, referee Carl Everton places the count on Mooda, who breaks at four and drops Raven to the mat. Mooda with a boot to Raven's chest, Raven is picked up again, irish whip into the ropes, Raven ducks a clothesline, Raven off the other side, Drop Kick! staggers Mooda. Raven up and drop kicks Mooda's knee. Mooda is hunched over, Raven grabs him by the hair, and slaps him with the back his hand?"

Captain: "That's called a good 'ol fashion bitch slap!"

Shawna Johnson: "A well deserved bitch slap too."

Nick Page: "Raven locks Mooda into place now, Raven lifting up Mooda...YES! suplex on the big man, a nice display of strength on the part the Raven. Raven mounting Mooda and giving him right after right hands, Everton steps in and Raven stands up. Raven picking up Mooda now, Raven going for a belly to belly suplex. Mooda blocks it, Raven tries again, but to no avail. Mooda lifts his arm in the air, Raven sees it and quickly spins behind Mooda as his arm comes crashing down. Raven with a shot to the back of Mooda's head, and another one. Low blow! doubles over Mooda. Raven walks around to the front of Mooda again, DDT!"

Captain: "Come on Raven, clean up the trash."

Nick Page: "Raven now working on the neck of Mooda, he has on a camel clutch and wrenching back on Mooda's neck. Raven releases the hold, and picks up the big man now, irish whip into the ropes, reversed by Mooda, Raven bounces off, ducks a boot to the face, Raven stops, Mooda turns around. Drop kick! Raven up, and drop kicks Mooda a second time, Mooda backing into the ropes. Raven runs against the ropes and charges at Mooda, cross body block. Mooda catches him, and power slams Raven to the floor! Raven hit hard right out in front of us. Mooda stepping over the top rope in pursuit. Mooda jumps to the floor, he picks up Raven, tosses him into the steel steps! Mooda looking over towards the captain, as he stalks Raven."

Captain: "That's right big man, walk that way."

Nick Page: "Mooda picks up Raven, and walks him over to the broadcast table, he lays Raven against the table and chops at his chest, and another one. Every chop he looks over at Devon Storm, Mooda places Raven against the ring post and backs up likes he's gonna charge. He points to Storm, then runs at Raven...Raven caught him! SUICIDE SLAM on the floor! what a counter by Raven! Raven now dishing out right hands to Mooda's head. Raven walking over to the ring announcer, and steals his chair. Mooda to his knees right now, Raven stand over Mooda, and drives the chair right on his back."

Shawna Johnson: "Mooda felt that shot, just like the rest of us here."

Nick Page: "Raven tosses the chair into the ring, Mooda stands up, Raven rolls him under the bottom rope and follows in. Raven picks up that chair again, as Mooda using the ropes to get up, Mooda turns to face Raven, with chair cocked and ready to use. Raven tosses the chair at Mooda, who catches it, Raven with drop kick to the knee, Raven follows up with a clothesline to the chair and connects with Mooda's face! Mooda doubled over,Raven hooks him into place, PILE DRIVER on the chair! Mooda looks hurt, Raven just got enough of that to take effect. Raven rolls to the outside and grabs a table, slides it in the ring and rolls back in. Raven setting up the table, picks up Mooda, Mooda with a knee to Raven's mid section, he grabs Raven by the throat SPINNING CHOKE SLAM! right through the table! but the table wasn't lid on fire, so the match continues! Mooda picks up Raven, he hoists him in the air, then delivers a running power bomb." Mooda now goes to the outside and grabs a table. he tosses into the ring and gets back in."

Captain: "Looks like it's go time...."

Nick Page: "What are you talking about!?"

**Captain stands now, the fire from the tables reflected in his eyes. It's obvious he's not gonna take this anymore**

Captain: "If I were the two of you, I'd move."

**Shawna and Nick scramble to get away from the table, as Captain begins clearing it off. With one more swig from his rum, he pops the lid from his mug and pours it all over the table. With a gleam in his eye, he pulls a plain, stainless steel Zippo from his pocket and sets the announce table ablaze. Then he turns toward the ring**

Nick Page: "It looks like the Captain had an ulterior motive for being out here all along. I knew you couldn't trust him! He's making his way towards the Great Mooda now. He grabs Mooda and whips him out of the ring. Mooda is stumbling around as the Captain follows him out of the ring. Raven Starr is up now, and is headed to the top rope! This can't be what I think it's going to be! Captain picks the giant Mooda up in an elevated power bomb! As he does Raven flies from the turnbuckle and lands a dropkick right in Mooda's face-driving him down into our table! I can't believe it! Mooda was just sent through that flaming broadcast table! But Mooda has to go through a regular table in order for Raven to win. Raven grabs a table and slides it into the ring. Storm picks up Mooda and rolls him under the bottom rope. Storm is going back into the ring!" We don't have a damn work area anymore!

Shawna Johnson: "Look at all this carnage out here, I hope my hair doesn't catch fire!"

Nick Page: "Chloe is at ringside now! and just like last week, she lights the table of fire. Storm with choke slam on Mooda! Storm now pointing to the table and telling Raven to put him through it with the crux! I don't think Raven could lift Mooda."

Shawna Johnson: "Well, we're all about to find out. I think he can!"

Nick Page: "Raven has Mooda up, and hooks him into the Crux position. He tries to lift Mooda but can only get him halfway up. The Captain is shouting at Raven to get him up. Raven tries again....and has him up! I can't believe it! CRUX right through the table! Raven did it, Raven was defeated the monster Mooda."

Ring Announcer: "The winner of the match.....'The Suicide Machine' RAVENNN STARRRRR!!"

Nick Page: "Unbelievable show of strength by Raven to get the big man up. What a match!"

Shawna Johnson: "What carnage!"

Nick Page: "We're almost set for our first title defence of the evening, as Apehead McGhee takes on Sam Bash for the Television title."

**The opening chords of AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" boom from the PA. The fans explode into cheers as Apehead steps out nonchalantly to the stage, bobbing his head to the beat. He holds up the gleaming Television Title and points to it getting a huge cheer from the crowd. He smiles and lays the belt over his shoulder as he makes his way to the ring slapping hands with fans along the way**

Ring Announcer: "Coming to the ring at this time. Hailing from Coney Island, New York and weighing in at 205 pounds. THE TWF Television CHAMPION! APEHEAD MCGHEE!"

**Apehead does a few more Kodak moment poses with the TV title before handing it over to the referee**

**"Song of the South" by Alabama blares from the arena speakers and the fans immediately erupt into a chorus of boos. Out steps Sam Bash holding a beer can. He takes a long chug of the beer then tosses it over his shoulder and wipes his mouth with his arm. He starts yelling obscenities to the fans as he staggers to the ring. He stops at the ring apron and motions for the fans to kiss his ass to which they boo even louder. He uses the stairs to get up to the ring apron, tripping over the bottom rope as he enters and stumbling a bit**

Ring Announcer: "And his opponent. From Rebel Roads Mobile Home Park in North Carolina. Weighing in at 303 pounds of beer swiggin gut. The challenger. SAM BASH!"

**More boos from the crowd as the bell rings**

Nick Page: "We haven't seen much of Sam Bash lately..."

Shawna Johnson: "Thank God!"

Nick Page: "...as he has been out the ring thanks to a fifteen day suspension handed down from President Anderson for Bash's unprovoked attack on referee Calvin Everton. It looks to me that Bash has been hittin' the sauce while he's been out of the ring, we'll see how well his mental capacity is for this match."

Shawna Johnston: "C'mon Nick, we already know Bash has the mental capacity of a thimble."

Nick Page: "Apehead with a quick leg takedown on Bash. Bash slow to get back to his feet. Is this some kind of joke? I've heard of ring rust, but Bash looks like he hasn't wrestled a day in his life. He must be really wasted. Bash goes for a lariat, but Apehead sees it coming a mile away and drops him with a drop toe hold. Apehead is disappointed, all the work and training he's done for this past week seems to be in vain. My kid brother could probably pin Bash right about now."

Shawna Johnston: "You have a kid brother?"

Nick Page: "Well, no, but if I did, he'd be able to pin Bash. Bash back to his feet and trying to clear his head. Bash and Apehead now tied up in the center of the ring. Bash gets the advantage, but quickly loses it as Apehead slips out of his hands and grabs him around the waist, putting him down again with a sidewalk slam. Apehead decides to hold on for the count. Two and a half! Bash really is sluggish in there."

Shawna Johnston: "Eeew, he even LOOKS like a slug!"

Nick Page: "Apehead now isn't going to draw this match out any longer then he has too. Apehead off the ropes and takes Bash down with a football tackle. Apehead back up to his feet, second turnbuckle elbow drop into Bash's pudgy chest. That's laying it to him Apehead! Apehead has Bash back up on his feet and hits him with a few elbow smashes sending Bash reeling back into the turnbuckle. Cross corner whip and Apehead follows in with a shoulder tackle that rocks Bash, even through all the flab."

Shawna Johnston: "Like running into a rubber wall! That Bash is DIIIIIISgusting."

Nick Page: "Apehead drawing Bash out into the center of the ring, Snap Suplex puts Bash hard onto the mat. I'm suprised Apehead got the big man up and over so quickly. Apehead really has no worries about losing his Television title tonight. Apehead hauls up the hefty Bash once again. Toss into the ropes and GOOD NIGHT SWEET PRINCE! I just love saying that, although I think Apehead was asleep before he even got to this match. Such a poor showing for a great athlete, somebody get him in AA. Apehead on the top rope and the flashbulbs are igniting across the arena tonight. Apehead Splash. Apehead hooks the leg."

One...two...three. Apehead has won it!"

Shawna Johnston: "Not too surprising there."

Ring Announcer: "Winner of the match, and still TWF Television Champion.....APEHEAD MCGHEEEEEEEE!!!"

Nick Page: "Another successful title defence for Apehead, whose becoming quite the TWF character. Now it's time to move on to the Hardcore title match between Inferno, Diamond Douglas Paddick, and Lance."

Ring Announcer: "The Following match is for the TWF Hardcore Championship!!"

**"Cocky" by Kid Rock hit's the PA and then fans start to cheer a little bit as Inferno walks out onto the top of the entrance with his Hardcore Title over his shoulder. He stands there grinning as he looks around. He blows the fans a kiss as he starts to strut down the entrance way. Inferno gets to the ring and he climbs up onto the apron. He crouches down and looks around the arena as he climbs through the ropes. The music dies off as Inferno sits up on the turnbuckle with the Hardcore title on his lap..**

Inferno: "I must apologize for being quiet all week because the truth is, I have had some things on my mind. Early in the week I got a call from Cannon Storm, the Comish, and we were talking away and he asked me about what I wanted to do here in the TWF, what was my ultimate goal and I had to be honest, my ultimate goal in this federation is to win the big one and hold it for a while. Storm came back with a response that shocked me. He said if I wanted to win the big one, if I wanted to be the man around here, then i had to grow up and let this hardcore shit go....

Inferno: "So all week, I've been trying to make a decision, trying to decide what to do. This isn't easy for because all of you out there know I love this shit. I love being Hardcore and I love being the King of it.. But there comes a time in a mans career when he has to re-adjust his focus, rethink what he is doing and by keeping that in mind I now say that from this moment on, I relinquish the TWF Hardcore Championship and further more I add that who ever wins this next match, be it Lance or DDP, they will then be known as the Hardcore Champ..."

**The lights go black, "I FEEL SO GOOD, I FEEL SO NUMB...." As guitar riff kicks in, Raven darts from the ramp way and run to the ring. Purple and green pyrotechnics explode in a chain from the ramp to the ring..**

Raven: "You know Inferno, I have to come out here and say what your doing, man it's wrong! Ever since you came here all you talked about was being this hardcore guy, this king of hardcore and now you come out here and relinquish the title.. What's up with that?"

Inferno: "Look mate, I don't need you coming out here and questioning my decision. I am the leader of this alliance, I wear the daddy pants around here and if you have a problem with me, or with what I do, you need to talk to me about it backstage and not in front of all these people.."

Raven: "What did you say?"

Inferno: "I said these people, they don't need to hear your complaining, now let's just go back there so the show can continue.."

Raven: "No the bit about being the leader..."

Inferno: "Are you questioning what I said Raven?"

Raven: "No, it's just interesting that you think your leader of this Alliance, you know there is a lot more to all of this then what you think Inferno..."

Inferno: "Look Raven, just drop it and leave it. We don't need to talk about all of this now. Like I said, you got a problem, you talk ot me back there and not in front of these people, they don't need to hear Alliance business, this conversation Raven, is over! With that in mind, someone hit my damn music!"

**"Cocky" hits the P.A again and Inferno drops the microphone. He goes to walk past Raven and Raven steps in his way. The two just stare at each other, talking some trash as slowly Inferno pushes his way past Raven. Raven just stands there for a moment as Inferno exits the ring and walks to the back. Raven follows after a few moments..**

Nick Page: "Folks, it appears that the hardcore title is now vacant! Inferno just denouncing his right to the championship, so we will have a new hardcore champion crowned here tonight."

Shawna Johnson: "A big opportunity for either DDP or Lance to boost their careers by winning the hardcore title."

Ring Announcer: "Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan. Weighing 202lbs...LLLLLance!!"

**"Voodoo" by Godsmack starts playing through the PA system and the lights go out. Two Green Spotlights shine down on the entrance way that is now filled with smoke. The smoke clears revealing Lance to the crowd, who give him a mixed reaction. Lance carrying a table to the ring, sets it up by ringside and then slides under the bottom rope**

Ring Announcer: "His opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing 237lbs....Diamond Douglaaaaaaas Paaaaaddick!!"

**"Hit 'em up" by 2Pac plays and out comes Diamond Douglas Paddick, he's wearing jeans and leather coat, he struts to the ring with confidence, he enters the rings by going up the steps and pauses and turns and looks back before entering the ring**

Nick Page: "Lance wasting no time, just ran over and drilled DDP in the head causing him to fall to the outside. Lance leaps over the top rope onto the floor. Lance picks up DDP and drives head right into the table he set up. DDP now tastes the steel steps and goes down hard. Lance reaching under the ring, pulls out a stop sign! DDP making his way to his feet, turns and Lance nails him in the head with the stop sign, DDP goes down again."

Shawna Johnson: "Lance is very aggressive this week Nick, he sees a golden opportunity now that Inferno has relinquished the hardcore title."

Nick Page: "Lance picks up DDP and attempts to toss him into the guard rail, by DDP reverses it and sends Lance in hard. DDP moves in and chops at Lances chest. he grabs Lance and walks him over to the table, DDP now looks like he's going to end this one early. He sets up Lance for a power bomb, Lance is fighting it, DDP gets him up....Lance with a flurry of right hands to DDP's head causes him to drop Lance and both men hit the floor. Lance with a shot to DDP's face and makes his way to his feet. Lance stomps on DDP's chest and looks under the ring again. Lance pulls out a steel chair, and is holding up to the crowd, who yells in appreciation. Lance turns around with the chair but DDP is up and kicks him in the mid section, and now DDP grabs the chair. DDP jabs the chair into Lances gut, doubling him over, then DDP drills Lance in the back with the chair! Lance rolls inside the ring and is in pain. DDP looks under the ring and pulls out a Kendo stick."

Shawna Johnson: "Both men are now into the weaponry. DDP won that kendo stick match against Sandman at Deadly Games."

Nick Page: "DDP rolls inside the ring as Lance is up and turns around, Lance walking right into a shot from the kendo stick! DDP now drives the kendo stick into Lances ribs, and again! DDP tosses the kendo stick aside and picks up Lance. DDT! DDP now rolls outside and grabs the steel chair, and rolls back in. DDP places the chair on the ground and picks up Lance. CHOKE SLAM! right on the chair! DDP picks up Lance, irish whips him into the ropes and grabs the chair and swings, but Lance ducks under the chair. Lance off the other side, Drop Kick! OH, the chair caught DDP right in the face! Lance up HURRICANRANA! Lance now feeding DDP with right hands. DDP is busted open from that chair shot, Lance picks up DDP, sets him up, PILE DRIVER on the chair! Lance in control now, Lance now slides to the outside, he moves the time keeper out of the way and grabs the ring bell. Lance heads back into the ring, DDP on his needs trying to get up, Lance waiting with that ring bell in hand. DDP staggers to his feet now, he turns around and Lance charges. DDP tastes the ring bell!"

Shawna Johnson: "That was a vicious shot. I don't know if DDP can recover from that one."

Nick Page: "Lance drops the ring bell and picks up DDP, he sets him up for a power bomb. NO! DDP back flips Lance right on the steel chair! DDP drops to his knees and catches his breath. DDP using the ring ropes to get up now Lance crawling over to the opposite ropes and makes his way to his feet. DDP charges in Lance ducks and flips DDP over the top rope, but DDP holds on and lands on the ring apron. Lance stands up right, DDP grabs him by the hair and spins him around, nails him with an elbow to the forehead. DDP now hooks Lance into place, looks likes he's trying to suplex him onto he table outside. DDP tries bu can'r get Lance up as he hooks the bottom rope with his leg. DDP tries again, but no, Lance jabbing DDP in the ribs, he breaks loose. Lance grabs the middle rope and spears DDP in the mid section. He grabs DDP by the back of the head, and runs him over to the turnbuckle and drives him head first, Lance quickly on the top rope! DDP looks up, Lance leaps, OH MY GAWD! Lance just put DDP threw the table with a flying head scissors! Both men on the floor, but DDP felt the worst of that move."

Shawna Johnson: "DDP really hit that table hard, this could the it!"

Nick Page: "Lance is up and has DDP by the hair, Lance pulling DDP to his feet and rolls him inside the ring. Lance follows suit and slide under the bottom rope, DDP favoring his back now. Lance has him up and walks over to the ring bell laying on the canvas. Lance looks like he's going to choke slam DDP on the ring bell! Here goes...NO! DDP fighting back with stiff elbows to the head. DDP now lifts Lance onto his shoulders, maybe for a DVD. Lance kicking his feet and slips out the back door. Lance off the ropes, DDP goes for a super kick, Lance slides along the canvas. Lance up, as DDP turns around, Lance with a spinning roundhouse to the gut doubles over DDP, Lance off the ropes BREAKDOWN! DDP face first on the ring bell! Lance goes for the cover....

1....

2....

3!!! Lance is the new Hardcore champion!

Ring Announcer: "The winner of the match, and neeew TWF Hardcore Champion....LLLLANCE!!"

Nick Page: "Lance has won his first title here in the TWF, what an effort."

Shawna Johnson: "Ya ya, Lance is lucky that Inferno walked out and dropped the title."

Nick Page: "That doesn't matter now, all that matters is that Lance is the new Hardcore champion"

Nick Page: "Ladies and gentlemen, we're back. We just witnessed the Hardcore Title go through another startling change of possession. First Da RamBla vacates the title, and now Inferno does the same. One can only wonder how long Lance will want to hold onto it until he decides he wants to forfeit it as well."

Shawna Johnson: "It's strange if you ask me. You'd think guys would be honored to hold a title, regardless of which title it is."

Nick Page: "Well you can be certain that the winner of our next match won't forfeit his shot at the World Title. This is the moment everyone has been anticipating, so without further adieu, let's hand it over to the ring announcer."

Ring Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the main event of the evening. This 10 man Battle Royal is for a TWF World title shot at next month's Pay Per View. Our first two participants are in the ring at this time. First, from Pittsburgh, PA, weighing in at 235 lbs.....GRAVIS!"

Nick Page: "Gravis is in for a long night, having drawn the number one seed. If he intends to win this thing, he'll have to go through all nine other competitors to do so."

Shawna Johnson: "Nick, in the history of battle royals, has anyone who has drawn the first seed ever gone on to win?"

Nick Page: "I'm not quite sure the answer to that. But if I'm Gravis, I'm hoping there's a first for everything."

Ring Announcer: "Also in the ring, from Chicago, Il, weighing in at 374 lbs.....'CAPTAIN' DEVON STORM!"

Nick Page: "Storm's in pretty much the same boat that Gravis is in. It's going to be a long night for both these men if they hope to win it all."

Shawna Johnson: "Yeah, but there's a big difference, Nick. Storm weights almost 400 lbs! It might take two men just to hoist him over the top rope."

Nick Page: "The bell has sounded, and the battle royal is under way. Storm attacks Gravis right off the bat, peppering him with kicks and punches, staggering Gravis back into the corner. Seems the big man wants to use his size advantage early and often. The Captain has Gravis pinned against the turnbuckle, planting his rather large boot under Gravis' chin. Storm follows up with a couple of well placed back elbow smashes to the side of Gravis' head. Storm with a whip to the opposite corner, sending Gravis crashing hard into the turnbuckle. Storm follows up with a running splash, crushing Gravis into the corner."

Shawna Johnson: "I think he wants to do away with Gravis before the next competitor gets to the ring."

Nick Page: "Storm backs away from Gravis, as Gravis crumbles to the mat. Storm stands over him, and begins to stomp away on him. Storm lifts him to his feet, almost toying with him, he strikes Gravis with a bitch slap, as the crowd boo's at the Captain's antics. Storm turns to the crowd and laughs, as he maintains hold of Gravis. He turns his attention back to Gravis, but I think that bitch slap got Gravis going. He responds with a low blow knee, sending the big man to the mat, clutching his crotch area. Gravis now with a flurry of kicks and punches of his own, as the big man tries to regain his senses after the low blow. Gravis drags Storm to his feet, an irish whip into the ropes, and floors him with a clothesline from hell. He took his lumps early, but it appears as though Gravis is mounting an assault of his own."

Shawna Johnson: "Not for long, Nick. It's almost time for the next competitor, and we both know who it is."

**Countdown clock begins...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...buzzer sounds**

**"Wicked" by Korn plays**

Nick Page: "Here comes Justin Daniels, Storm's EOD/Revolution Alliance partner. Gravis continues his assault on Storm, landing a couple of knee drops to the big man's chest/shoulder area. He seems oblivious to the fact that Daniels is sprinting to the ring. Daniels slides under the bottom rope, charges at Gravis and levels him with an axe handle to the back of the head. Daniels proceeds to stomp away on Gravis, giving his stablemate time to recover. Daniels lifts Gravis to his feet, and executes a backbreaker on him. He picks him up again, and an irish whip into the ropes, met with a running clothesline from Daniels, sending Gravis to the mat. Storm seems to have recovered, as he gets up and joins his stablemate in the assault. Daniels grabs Gravis by the hair and holds him for Storm, who hammers him with a right hand. Daniels lifts Gravis to his feet, as Storm backs away. Daniels with a whip towards Storm. Storm floors Gravis with a big boot. That caught him right on the chin!"

Shawna Johnson: "Gravis is keeping in there valiantly, but I think the two on one disadvantage is just too much to overcome."

**Countdown clock begins....10...9...8...7...6...5...**

Nick Page: "It's almost time for Brandon Clayborne's entrance, but in the meantime Daniels lifts Gravis to his feet, with another irish whip towards Storm. Storm uses Gravis' momentum to lift him up in a gorilla press slam. He holds him over head for a couple of seconds, then proceeds to dump him over the top rope! My God, Gravis landed hard on the arena floor after that brutal move by the Captain."

**...4...3...2...1...buzzer sounds**

**"We Ready" by Archie plays**

Nick Page: "Brandon Clayborne charges towards the ring. The two EOD/Revolution members are waiting for him. It looks like Clayborne's going to face the same disadvantage that Gravis had to deal with. Let's see if he can fair better than Gravis did."

Shawna Johnson: "What's the saying, Nick? Another lamb being lead to the slaughter."

Nick Page: "Brandon Clayborne slides under the bottom rope, but is immediately met by Daniels and Storm. Daniels and Storm stomp away on Clayborne, as he tries valiantly to get to his feet. Clayborne makes his way to a standing position, but he's backed into the ropes by Storm and Daniels. Daniels lands a flurry of punches while Storm lands some solid kicks to the midsection of Clayborne. Storm and Daniels grab onto Clayborne and whip him into the ropes, setting him up for a double clothesline...but Clayborne ducks under the clothesline attempt. Clayborne off the ropes and flies through the air with a cross body block on both men. Clayborne gets up quickly and executes a dropkick on Daniels, as Daniels gets to his feet. Daniels staggers back against the ropes. Clayborne with a dropkick on Storm, staggering the big man, but not knocking him down. Clayborne with another dropkick attempt, but Storm is ready for it and just shoves Clayborne's feet away, sending Clayborne crashing to the mat awkwardly. Storm and Daniels make their way over to Clayborne, landing an array of stomps and kicks to the prone Clayborne. Storm seems to be directing traffic, as he's barking instructions to Daniels. He points at the top turnbuckle, and Daniels nods his understanding. Daniels makes it over to the turnbuckle, climbing to the top. Storm grabs Clayborne and lifts him to his feet. Clayborne tries to break the giant's grip, landing punches to the midsection of Storm, which have very little effect. Storm kicks Clayborne in the gut, doubling him over. Oh no...he's setting him up for a piledriver. I don't like the looks of this."

**Countdown clock begins...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...buzzer sounds**

**"Joe Mama" by The Workhorse Movement plays**

Shawna Johnson: "Oh my God, they could end the young rookie's career!"

Nick Page: "Scott Jurado races to the ring, but I don't think he'll make it in time. Daniels leaps off the top rope, holding onto Clayborne's feet, as Storm jumps into the air, then comes crashing down, driving Clayborne's head into the mat. Oh dear God, they just executed a spike piledriver on Clayborne. Storm picks up Clayborne's limp body and unceremoniously tosses him over the top rope, sending him crashing to the mat."

Shawna Johnson: "Nick, Clayborne's not moving. This doesn't look good."

Nick Page: "EMT's rush over to Clayborne, as Jurado finally hits the ring. He hesitates, and makes his way over to Clayborne rather than sliding in the ring right away. Storm and Daniels lean over the ropes, jawing at Jurado, taunting him to get into the ring. He looks down at Clayborne, then back up at the two men in the ring. He storms the ring, into the awaiting arms of the EOD/Revolution Alliance. Jurado with a flurry of wild rights and lefts, as he tries to fight his way into the ring. Meanwhile, as the battle continues in the ring, the concern is for Clayborne's well-being as the EMT's carry him up the ramp on a stretcher. It appears as though they've immobilized his head, which leads me to believe there might be some kind of neck/spine injury that they don't want to chance anything."

Shawna Johnson: "I think the fans are still in shock at the sight of Clayborne's limp body after he was driven head first into the mat by Storm and Daniels."

**Fans start to chant "Brandon! Brandon!" as the EMT's carry him backstage**

Nick Page: "The fans here in Ottawa show their adoration and respect for young Clayborne. My gut tells me this won't be the last we see of that promising young star. While this is going on, Storm and Daniels have managed to gain an advantage over Jurado. The two have Jurado pinned in the corner and are peppering him with kicks and punches, as Jurado tries to fight back, landing one punch for every two of theirs. The two on one assault is just too overwhelming for Jurado. Storm lifts Jurado to his feet, and hoists him up in a bearhug. Daniels makes his way over to the corner, climbing onto the turnbuckle. He sits atop the top turnbuckle, with his feet on the second turnbuckle, as he calls out to Storm. Storm releases the bearhug, but drags Jurado over to Daniels. Don't tell me they're gonna do a spike piledriver on Jurado as well."

Shawna Johnson: "I've always been a fan of Storm and Daniels, but enough is enough. This is getting too far out of hand."

**Countdown clock begins...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...buzzer sounds**

**"More Human than Human" by White Zombie plays**

Nick Page: "Christopher Drake charges the ring. He's carrying his kendo stick! He slides under the ring ropes as Daniels and Storm are still busy setting Jurado up. Drake rears back and slams the kendo stick into the back of Storm's head! Storm crumbles to the ground, dropping Jurado from his grasp. Daniels jumps off the turnbuckle, attempting a flying axe handle smash on Drake, but Drake is ready for him and belts him in the midsection with the kendo stick. Drake has just taken out both members of the EOD/Revolution Alliance!"

Shawna Johnson: "Is he siding with Scott Jurado?"

Nick Page: "Drake helps Jurado to his feet.....wham! He just floored Jurado with the kendo stick, breaking the stick in half. Drake discards the broken weapon, tossing it outside the ring."

Shawna Johnson: "I guess that answers that question."

Nick Page: "I don't think anyone could ever accuse Christopher Drake of being a team player. Drake makes his way over to Storm, lifting the big man to his feet. Drake with a swift kick to the knees, toppling the giant. Drake mounts the Captain, and begins pummelling away on Storm. Meanwhile, Jurado and Daniels are both up now, and they tie each other up, exchanging punches. Jurado gets the upper hand, and whips Daniels into the ropes, catching him with a running lariat. Meanwhile, Drake lifts Storm to his feet, whips him towards the turnbuckle, and follows him in with a knee to the stomach."

**Countdown clock begins...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...buzzer sounds**

**"No Leaf Clover" by Metallica plays**

Nick Page: "Another TWF newcomer, Terry Glass, makes his way towards the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and makes his way towards Storm and Drake. Jurado continues to work over Daniels, hammering him with a forearm smash. He grabs Daniels from behind, and locks in a sleeperhold. Glass and Drake begin to double team Storm, working away on the big man. Glass and Drake lift Storm, and have the big man halfway over the top rope. Storm is fighting it, trying to use his weight and size to stay alive in this battle royal. They've almost got him out, but he's putting up a fight. Scott Jurado sees what's going on. He releases the sleeperhold on Daniels and runs over to Drake and Glass. Jurado helps them out, and they've done it! Devon Storm has been eliminated from the battle royal."

Shawna Johnson: "But it took three guys to do it, Nick!"

Nick Page: "Jurado leans against the ropes and points at Storm, yelling something at him. Huge mistake by the rookie, turning his back on the guys in the ring. Glass makes his way over to Daniels, as Drake backs off slightly. He's measuring Jurado. Jurado turns around.....LIGHTS OUT! Drake caught him square on the jaw with that superkick, sending Jurado back into the ropes, toppling over the tope rope and onto the floor. Scott Jurado has been eliminated!"

Shawna Johnson: "Rookie mistake, Nick. He turned his back on Drake, and instead was too preoccupied with trash talking to someone who was already eliminated, and it cost him big time. Maybe he's right, maybe he's not ready to compete with the 'big boys' yet."

**Carmen suddenly kicks on the strobelights in the arena while Pyrhetta Blaze and Ashton Steele tosses three smoke grenades around the ring from the crowd. Suddenly, Mark Wilder (still dressed in black and wearing specialized googgles to mute out the strobe effects) comes out from under ring, armed with a tazer and nails Jurado. He then slams Jurado face first into a guard rail before pulling out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffing Jurado to the guard rail**

Nick Page: "What the hell? I can't see a thing!"

**Pyrhetta tosses Wilder a microphone as he rips off his mask to reveal himself**

Nick Page: "It's Mark Wilder! What the hell has he got planned now?"

Mark: "Hello, Scotty boy, you miss me?"

**The fans boo and Mark laughs as he kicks Jurado as he tries to get up**

Mark: "Not so high and mighty now, are you, Scotty? Or should I call you Miami X? Doesn’t matter, a loser is still loser even when you change the name."

**Tazers Jurado again**

Mark: "Did I say you can get up?"

**Shakes his head in disgust and spits on Jurado. Then he steps away and looks down at Jurado**

Mark: "You know Scotty, I bet, that until just a minute ago…you thought you were on top of the world…that you had everything under control. Got news for you Scotty boy…you were never in control. I had you nailed from the moment you signed on to participate in Renegades. Think about it…why do you think it was so easy to attack me in the parking lot that night? And why do you think none of the EOD or Revolution were around when it happened? Maybe if you paid attention at Renegades, you might have seen it coming."

**The Jumbotron screen suddenly flashes to life and we see a clip from Renegades where Mark is talking to the members of the EOD/Revolution Alliance just before Raven’s second round match**

:::Mark: "Okay guys, you what to do. Raven, I wish you the best of luck...and just remember people, whatever happens tonight...don't get involved, no matter how bad it may be."

**Then the screen goes back to black. Back down at ringside, Mark is laughing as Jurado tries to get up…but Mark tazers him again**

Mark: "Is it starting to sink in, Scotty? Let’s take things a little further…like at the end of Renegades."

**The jumbotron screen flashes to life again and it shows Mark talking on his cell-phone as he’s on his way to the car just before Jurado attacks him

::: Mark Wilder - Okay, everything's ready...he's on his way? Yeah, I'll see you there. Later, babe."

**:::Suddenly, Jurado jumps Wilder from behind and starts beating on him**

**Screen goes black again and Mark is still chuckling**

Mark: "Did you ever wonder what I was talking about? Or who I was talking about? It was you. I had someone monitoring you on the cameras we had installed all over the place. I knew you’d come after me and I knew I had to make it look convincing by letting you beat on me. I was just making arrangements for Carmen to meet me at the hospital afterwards. And then…there was the pay-per-view. Just in case you thought it was a set-up…I told Raven and crew not set up any security measures and to let you attack me. I knew that you had something, and I could have prevented it…but I didn’t. I just let it happen so you’d start to feel good about yourself. And oh boy, did it ever work!"

**He laughs again**

Mark: "There you were riding high and talking about how you destroyed me and how you were finishing the job. In the meantime, I was kicking back in a hotel somewhere laughing my ass off knowing that you fell for it…hook…line…and sinker. There you were, at the top of it all, laughing about how you gave the EOD a bloody nose. Never thinking for a moment that it was all one big set-up...damn, it's a long fall from the top ain't it?"

**He gives Jurado a final kick, then shakes his head in disgust**

Mark: "Really pathetic…you know that? The great Scott Jurado, the prodigy, Miami X….and his New Blood. There you are…broken, bleeding, Brandon’s career is over, thanks to the EOD/Revolution Alliance, Morris is off getting his eyes flushed…and Abraham…well, you’ll find him locked in the trunk of a Honda Accord somewhere but I forgot where it was parked."

**Mark spits at Jurado again and smiles**

Mark: "But if it makes you feel better, Scotty boy…I accept your little challenge."

**Then he turns and walks back up the runway, followed by Pyrhetta and Ashton Steele as Korn’s "Here to stay" begins to play. As they walk behind the curtains, Wilder is met by a steel chair to the skull. The camera pans over and sees Justin Morris, his one eye bandaged up, holding the chair ready to strike once more. TWF security gets in between Morris and the EOD/Revolution contingent before anything else can happen**

Nick Page: "I can't believe what we just saw. Security is cutting Jurado loose, as Wilder and his thugs are attacked by Morris backstage. Meanwhile in the ring, Glass has Daniels and whips him into the ropes. Daniels rebounds off the ropes and is met by a kick to the midsection, which doubles him over. Glass sets him up for a nicely executed snap suplex."

**Countdown clock begins...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...buzzer sounds**

**"Genocide" by Unwritten Law plays**

Nick Page: "Brent Nelson on his way to the ring now. Meanwhile, Glass has Daniels tied up against the ropes, Glass is trying to lift Daniels over the top rope. Daniels is fighting, trying to stay alive. Drake makes his way over to help Glass eliminate Daniels. Wait! Drake from behind Glass, lifts him up and over the top rope! Glass' momentum carries him into Daniels, sending both men toppling over the tope rope. Christopher Drake has just eliminated both Justin Daniels and Terry Glass!"

Shawna Johnson: "Drake's a veteran, Nick. When he sees an opportunity, he takes it. Glass was too busy worrying about eliminating Daniels that he forgot that there was another man in the ring with them. We're seeing alot of rookie mistakes being committed tonight, Nick. These guys are going to have to learn from these mistakes, otherwise they'll never make it far in this business."

Nick Page: "Nelson in the ring now. He's a veteran and won't make the kind of mistakes that Glass and Jurado have made tonight. What's this? Drake backs away and allows Nelson a chance to get in the ring. Nelson and Drake converge in the center of the ring. They're face to face, nose to nose. It looks like a stare down, with neither man willing to blink. I didn't realize there was animosity between these two men, but maybe this stems back from their IWC days."

Shawna Johnson: "To my recollection, they never feuded in the IWC. Maybe there was some bad blood backstage or something between the two."

Nick Page: "In any case, both men continuing to stare each other down. Drake makes the first move by shoving Nelson. Nelson retaliates with a shove of his own. Drake with a wild swing at Nelson, but Nelson ducks and lands a solid right of his own. Nelson takes advantage of a stunned Drake, and takes Drake over with a snapmare. Drake back up quickly, but is met by a clothesline from Nelson. The North American champ is getting the better of Drake for the time being. Nelson walks over to Drake, and lifts him to his feet. He whips Drake into the ropes, and catches Drake with a back body drop, sending the 'Wild Child' crashing to the mat. Nelson looks pumped up, as he goes in for the kill. Nelson lifts Drake to his feet, sending him once more into the ropes. Drake bounces off the ropes and is lifted up by Nelson into a fireman's carry, slamming him down to the mat. Nelson drags Drake to the middle of the ring, then lifts him to his feet. Drake with a rake of the eyes, causing Nelson to stumble backwards."

Shawna Johnson: "Smart move by Drake, breaking Nelson's momentum and giving himself a chance to recover."

Nick Page: "Drake stalks his way over to Nelson, grabbing him by the hair. He reaches back and flattens Nelson with a hard left hook. Drake, still winded a little from Nelson's earlier assault, picks Nelson up to his feet. He whips Nelson into the ropes and catches Nelson with a spear as Nelson bounces back off the ropes. Drake lifts Nelson to his feet and sets him up...brainbuster by Drake!"

**Countdown clock begins...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...buzzer sounds**

**Slipknot's Heretic Anthem plays**

Nick Page: "Triple 6 lumbers towards the ring. The big man has an eery look in his eye."

Shawna Johnson: "That's a look of confusion, Nick. Triple 6 probably thinks he's at a grocery store and is annoyed because he can't find the lettuce."

Nick Page: "......."

Shawna Johnson: "What? He's no Einstein."

Nick Page: "Triple 6 steps over the top rope and makes his way towards Drake and Nelson. Drake is busy working over Nelson, peppering him with rights to the head. Triple 6 grabs Drake from behind, and lifts him up in a reverse bearhug manuever."

Shawna Johnson: "Is he giving Drake the Heimlich maneuver? Drake's not choking, you big dumb goof!"

Nick Page: "Would you stop it! Triple 6 releases Drake from the hold, and executes a vicious chokeslam, sending Drake crashing to the mat. Meanwhile, Nelson makes his way to his feet. He runs at Triple 6, but is met by a big boot to the face. Triple 6 grabs Nelson and lifts him to his feet. He lifts Nelson up in a bearhug, squeezing the air from Nelson's lungs. Drake finally gets to his feet and lunges at Triple 6's knees, clipping the back of his knee, causing his leg to buckle. Drake quickly over to the turnbuckle, mounting the top rope. He waits for Triple 6 to turn around. Triple 6 drops Nelson, and turns towards Drake. Drake leaps off the top rope and connects with a missile dropkick, sending the giant stumbling backwards into Nelson. Nelson catches Triple 6 with a kick to the midsection. He grabs Triple 6 and rams his head into the mat with a facebuster."

**Countdown clock begins...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...buzzer sounds**

**"Superstar" by Saliva plays**

Nick Page: "Former World champ Heydon Hall rushes towards the ring. He's the tenth and final competitor in the battle royal, lucking out and drawing the last seed. Hall slides under the bottom rope, and is met by a knee drop by Drake. Drake quickly goes to work on Hall, as Nelson ties Triple 6's arms in the ropes, and proceeds to kick and punch the big man. Drake lifts Hall to his feet and whips him into the ropes, but Hall ducks under Drake's clothesline attempt and counters with a shoulder tackle of his own. He picks up Drake...suplex by Hall. Nicely done! Triple 6 finally gets his arms free from the ropes, as Nelson continues to work him over. Nelson grabs onto Triple 6's arm and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Triple 6 reverses it, sending Nelson into the ropes. Nelson bounces off and Triple 6 attempts another big boot, but Nelson with a baseball slide and avoids the boot. He gets up and delivers a standing dropkick to the big man, causing him to fall forward. Hall turns his attention to Triple 6, as Hall and Nelson work together on the big man. Hall and Nelson whip Triple 6 into the ropes and connect with a double clothesline, sending the giant sprawling to the mat. Drake makes his way to his feet, but he too is met by a running double clothesline by Hall and Nelson. Drake uses the ropes as leverage, trying to get to his feet. Nelson and Hall pick up Triple 6 and whip him into the ropes, towards where Drake is leaning. At the last minute Drake sees the massive girth of Triple 6 hurdling his way, and instinctively drops to the ground, pulling the top rope down with him. As Triple 6 hits the ropes, he topples over, as Drake had pulled down the tope rope, and Triple 6 crashes onto the arena floor."

Shawna Johnson: "Triple 6 is eliminated! I don't know if Drake did that on purpose, but that was one helluva move to eliminate the big man."

Nick Page: "Now it's down to three men for the chance to fight for the World title at next month's Pay Per View. It all comes down to this. Drake, Hall and Nelson. Drake seems to be at a disadvantage, as Nelson and Hall seem to be working together."

Shawna Johnson: "It won't last. With a World title shot on the line, they'll both do whatever it takes to win, even if it means turning on each other."

Nick Page: "Nelson points at the opposite side of the ring, and directs Hall. Hall waits for Drake, as Nelson picks him up and attempts to whip him towards Hall. I think they're setting Drake up for the Hall of Pain. Nelson with the irish whip towards Hall, but Drake was able to put on the breaks just as he reached Hall and planted him with the LIGHTS OUT! Hall goes tumbling back over the top rope and is...no! He's able to hook his arm onto the top rope and pull himself back in. Meanwhile, Nelson takes a run at Drake, but Drake with a leapfrog. Hall sees Nelson coming at him and instinctively bends over, sending Nelson over the top rope with a back body drop! Oh my God, Hall just eliminated Nelson!"

Shawna Johnson: "I don't think Hall meant to do that! He looks shocked."

Nick Page: "Drake charges at Hall, catching a stunned Hall with a high knee. Drake grabs Hall and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Drake executes a powerslam on Hall. He follows up with an elbow drop to Hall's head. He lifts Hall up, and whips him into the ropes. Drake follows him in, going for a clothesline, but Hall's able to duck and flips Drake over the top rope for the win! He did it! Heydon Hall has won the battle royal! Drake doesn't look too happy with himself, as he was in control of the match and made what he must feel is a stupid decision to run at Hall near the ropes like that. But in any case, Heydon Hall is your winner."

Ring Announcer: "Winner of the match, and earning himself a shot at the TWF World title.....HEYYYDON HAAAAAAAAAALL!!!"

Nick Page: "Hall falls onto the ropes, it's the only thing keeping him up, but Hall has done it, he'll meet Diamond at the next pay-per-view, he'll get a shot to try and once again to become the world champion. Hall finally gets enough strength to climb the turnbuckles and throw his arms up in victory."

Shawna Johnson: "It's a different reaction from Christopher Drake, as he makes his way back up the entrance ramp. But maybe Commissioner Storm's announcement that he's receiving a title shot at Eruption will help ease the pain."

**As Drake disappears behind the curtains, and Hall remains in the ring celebrating, Steve Diamond storms down to the ring, and blindsides Hall with the World title belt. He starts beating on a helpless Hall as the fans boo loudly**

Nick Page: "Steve Diamond is exacting his own brand of revenge on Hall, as an exhausted Hall can't do much about it."

**Suddenly, Christopher Drake re-emerges from the back, and strides towards the ring. He slides under the bottom rope**

Nick Page: "It's Christopher Drake! He's standing in the ready position, waiting for Diamond to turn around....LIGHTS OUT! Drake just levelled Diamond with the Lights Out superkick. Diamond falls to the canvas and the World title drops from his hands. Drake looks down at the belt, then picks it up and stares at it."

Shawna Johnson: "Looks like Drake is sending his own message to Diamond for their match at Eruption."

Nick Page: "No doubt. It looks as if Wednesday night is going to be..."

**Just then, the arena lights go dark**

Nick Page: "What the hell is going on? I guess we're going off the air earlier than expected."

Shawna Johnson: "Maybe Anderson didn't pay his electricity bill on time."

**Suddenly, we hear that all too familiar eery whisper, "Let the Bodies hit the floor....let the bodies hit the floor....let the bodies hit the floor....let the bodies hit the...**

Nick Page: "Why is the TWF theme playing? What the...."

**"....FLOOOOOOOOR!!!". Just then, the arena lights come back on, as "Bodies" by Drowning Pool blares throughout the arena. The crowd erupts as Jared Blazer appears on the entrance stage, dressed in a pair of black jeans and an all too familiar 'Untouchables' tshirt**

Nick Page: "It's Jared Blazer!! I don't believe it! He's here!"

Shawna Johnson: "What is he doing here?!?!"

**Blazer stands up on the stage and stretches out his arms as the crowd goes wild. Inside the ring, Drake seems to be beside himself. He glares towards Blazer, his teeth clenched, his knuckles turning white from grasping the World title tightly. Suddenly, two men walk out from behind the curtains and flank Blazer, sending the crowd into an utter frenzy**

Nick Page: "OH MY GOD!! It's 'Pied Piper' Kirk Visconty and Shadowflare!!!! Have they aligned themselves with Blazer?!?! Folks I can't believe it, but we're out of time!"