Signs in the crowd tonight include: "MEGAN NEEDS THE DUDE'S SEED!" "JC Stone, Anger Management Is Your Friend!", "Connelly Fears Angel!" a few "Welcome Back Arana" signs, a sign with pictures of The Hurricane and Nova saying "The Super Powers EXPLODE!", "MARRY ME KRISE!", "JC is Harder than Stone!", "WE WANT BLOOD!", "Paul Heyman is my Hero!", "David Flair is a lucky bastard!" with a picture of Kelly in a revealing swimsuit, "Nova Invented Bringing Signs To Wrestling Events!", "Mikey Fears Haircuts!" "Hire Eugene!", "Ryokami for President!" and a few generic "EAW" and "nWo" signs.

Kanyon: Welcome everyone to Saturday Night Riot Rulz! Tonight we're going to see a couple of returns, a debut, a tag team match with a mystery guest referee, a match of two old rivals, and the leader of the nWo Classic against one of the most outspoken anti-nWo wrestlers.

Pamela: Allow me to correct--David is the leader of the nWo. Period. Not just classic.

Kanyon: True enough, although it seems that the Wolfpack has some issues with Flair's control of the nWo, period.

Pamela: He's also taking on J.C. Stone, who has done...well, I don't know just what he's done to deserve the privilege, but he wants to get to Brock, and this seems to be what he has to do first.

Kanyon: J.C.'s made it clear he wants a shot at Brock Lesnar, nWo Classic's newest member, but we haven't had an official response yet Lesnar yet.

Pamela: Yet.

Kanyon: Yet.

An unfamiliar stock music tune cues up...

Capetta: The following match is scheduled for one fall...introducing first, from White Sands, New Mexico...La Garra Rojo!

She rushes out from the back, jumping in place on the stage momentarily, and doing a backspring with her back to the camera, springing backwards a few times, and flipping out, landing on her feet. She wears a mostly black, skintight bodysuit with a mask similar to the Michelle Pfeiffer Catwoman. The gloves seem to be made to resemble cat paws.

Pamela: And...who the hell is this?

Kanyon: Not a name I'm familar with, but I suppose we'll see just what she's made of.

Pamela: If that's Paul London, he could have sprung for a little more stuffing in the chest.

Kanyon: Well, she certainly looks athletic, although she's going to be having an uphill battle against--

"Sweetness" by Jimmy Eat World cues up...

Capetta: And her opponent....from the Darkside...standing 5'6" and weighing 123 pounds...Arana Recluse!!

Pamela: Oh yeah, I'll bet this one will be a tough fight...

Kanyon: Arana likely knows about as much about her opponent as we do, but she doesn't seem at all deterred. Arana's been appearing only sporadically in EAW lately...it is expected that now will be the start of regular appearances though. Whether she has any clear competitive goals or not is unknown, because up until now she seemed to mainly have a rivalry going with Oseiko...

Arana rushes the ring, flipping inside.

*ding, ding*

Garra wastes no time trying to make the most of her opportunity, charging at Arana and letting loose a flurry of elbows. Irish whip is reversed by Arana, and Garra is caught with a dropkick on the rebound. Garra up, and Arana backdrops her, then locks on a scissored sleeper. Garra tries to fight free, rolling from side to side, and crawls just far enough to put her foot on the bottom rope.

Max Stygian then appears on the stage, taking a seat on a gothic-looking throne that also appears in a puff of smoke, and he takes to watching the match.

Arana is distracted for just a moment--Garra swipes at her face with her right hand--Arana backs off, covering her eyes. Garra leaps up on her back, pummeling her on the top of the head, then swinging around and takes her over with a Hurracanrana! Arana gets back up--arm wringer from Garra into a wristlock, and she climbs the top rope...walking it like the Undertaker, and leaps off with a twisting arm drag, taking down Arana and locking a side armbar on her.

Arana rolls up to a reduce the leverage, and throws a few kicks to break the hold. Garra leaps to the ropes, and springs off the second rope with a flying clothesline. Arana gets back up, and is set up for a suplex by Garra. A knee into the head by Arana breaks the move, and Arana hits some midlevel kicks on Garra, comes off the ropes and hits a neckbreaker. Arana begins a Boston Crab, but uses her own legs to pin Garra's down, reach back, and pulls back on Garras neck. Garra tries to fight free, refusing to give up, and rocks forward, attempting a backslide but getting only a one.

Arana gets back up, catches a charging Garra with an armdrag takedown...Garra back up--forward flips, reverse flips--dives between her legs, roll up on Arana gets a one count! Garra knees Arana in the midsection, sets up a powerbomb--Arana lands on her chest and crashes down to the canvas on top of her, pulling a leg back in a pinning predicament--

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Arana doesn't look too disappointed, and wrenches back on Garra's arms in a surfboard attempt. Garra reverses--Arana flips over Garra and faces her, slapping her across the face! Inverted Neckbreaker drives the back of Garra's head into Arana's knee. Arana attempts a modified version of the Walls of Jericho/Kumo No Amimono, but doesn't cinch it all the way...then stomps on Garra stomach before catapulting her into the corner!! Arana boosts Garra up high in the air, driving her face-first into the canvas!! Coming off the ropes, Arana attempts to drive an elbow onto the back of La Garra's head, but she rolls out of the way. Garra takes a painful swipe at Arana's back, digging her "claws" into her. Using this moment, Garra hits a well-done German Suplex on Arana, bridging her for a

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Garra capitalizes, leveling Arana with a clothesline! She goes for another one--but it is reversed into a Fujiwara arm bar!! Garra scrambles for the bottom rope, getting it for the break.

Arana kippups, hitting the ropes to pick up speed and taking Garra down with a headscissors. She climbs up to the top rope--Arana leaps off the top rope, spiking Garra with a Venom Fang!! Arana picks up Garra, hitting the Venom Trap combo, and then locking on the Arana Clutch. Garra taps!!

*ding, ding, ding*

Capetta: The winner of this match, by submission, Arana!!

Max gets up from his throne, applauds--then both disappear...

Kanyon: Arana is victorious here in her return match, but why exactly Max was here...I'd rather not know, probably.

Pamela: Arana seems curious herself, but she won, so she isn't too concerned about it right now.

Kanyon: Well, when we come back, a pair of friendly rivals square off--but might it get rather personal if they take it that far? Tune in next when Nova takes on the Hurricane!!

**Commercial Break**

As we come back from break, "Intergalactic" cues up...

Capetta: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Silicon Valley, California, standing 5'10" and 220 pounds...Nova!

Kanyon: Conspicuous by their absences is Crysta and Heyman. Think they're scared, or Nova is worried for them?

Pamela: Yeah, I'd be sooo scared of that nose-picking, comic-bagging, back-issue-collecting, goofy-looking green little virus Helms. Criminals may be a cowardly and superstitious lot, but Helms is lucky he has super powers or he'd really be in some trouble. Wotta geekwad.

Then, "Dare" cues up...but no Hurricane. "Dare" cues up again...still no Hurricane. Suddenly, the arena lights go out...thunder crashes ala the Undertaker's old school entrances. After a while..."Hurricane" by Bush cues up. Out comes Helms...black jeans and boots, black leather jacket, hair undone and hanging out, and half of his mask ripped off his face. Capetta gets a card for the announcement.

Capetta: ...and his opponent...from his Inner Sanctum...standing 6 feet tall and weighing 210 pounds..."The Wild Storm" Greg Helms!

Pamela: Well...this is different...

Kanyon: You like it, Pam?

Pamela: Let's not go that far--I just said it's different.

Nova doesn't back down, waiting in a fighting stance as Helms comes to the ring...

*ding, ding*

Helms gets in the center of the ring...Nova walks towards him, and taunts him, thrusting out his chin for a shot. Helms takes a swing, decking Nova and knocking him on his ass.

Nova wiggles his jaw, getting up, smiling--then springs back up--leaping on top of Helms and pummeling him with rights. Helms gets back up, and Nova goes for a clothesline, but it gets ducked and Helms back body drops Nova onto the apron. Nova lands on his feet, and climbs back in. Collar and elbow tie up, and Helms takes the advantage--Nova back elbows Helms, and scoops him up, slamming him on his knee into a backbreaker. Nova holds him down across his knee, but Helms powers up, headbutting Nova, whipping him into the ropes, and catching him with a surprise spinebuster!!

Helms makes a cover, but Nova kicks out quickly. Helms whips Nova to the ropes, takes him over with an arm drag. Nova back up, and a Crossface Halo by Helms; Helms doesn't go for a cover, instead pulling up Nova again immediately, dangling him by his neck similar to the setup for the Widow's Peak, and then twists his body and slams Nova into the mat with a neckbreaker-style move. Helms pummels Nova with a pair of knees, then pulls back on the arms as he knees on Nova's head. Nova slips free of the submission, rolling over and pinning Helms--long one count, and a kickout.

Both get up, and Nova strikes Helms with some elbow shots--whips him to the ropes, and catches him off the ropes with a rocker dropper! He picks up Helms and sets up a Spin Doctor, but Helms reverses, and drives him into the mat with a DDT. Helms knocks him down with a running clothesline, then quickly climbs to the top, leaping on him with a cross body as Nova recovers. Rather than going for a pin, Helms goes back up to the top rope, leaping off and driving a deep Savage-style elbow into the sternum. Cover by Helms gets a two...

Helms picks up Nova, holding his legs open and ramming him into the ringpost, leaving him hanging upside down. He dropkicks Nova in the midsection, then pulls his head up, leaping and landing with a hangman's neckbreaker!!

Helms dumps out Nova to the floor, and rolls up some of the ringside padding, and begins choking Nova with some cables. Nova tries to get away, and Helms rolls him onto the announce table...

Pamela: Hey, hey, hey--keep it in the ring, or at least on Kanyon's side of the table.

Kanyon: Both sides of the table may soon be the same height, and Helms setting up Nova for a piledriver!!

Pamela: Eep!--

Kanyon: Piledriver blocked by Nova, and a SLEDGE-O-MATIC on the table...the table buckles and cracks but does not break!

Nova looks confident, and pulls up Helms to finish the job, but Helms reverses, and leaps off the table, driving Nova onto the concrete with an Eye of the Hurricane!!

Kanyon: Helms with a counter in the nick of time, but pulling it off on the concrete floor! Trying to get into the ring now to avoid being counted out...Nova slowly crawling after him, in a hell of a lot of pain but not out of this match yet!

Helms gets in at 7--Nova at 9...the two begin fist fighting before they're even on their feet yet, and Helms takes control...as he gets up, he whips Nova to the ropes--double clothesline!! Helms gets his second wind, getting up before Nova's up to one knee, and grabs him by the throat!

Helms signals for the Hurri-Chokeslam, hoisting up Nova--countered! Nova with the Novacaine! He makes the cover...

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Nova uses his advantage to go up to the top rope. He's about to leap off with a Swanton until Helms begins stirring. Leaping down from the top, Nova puts the boots to Hurricane and hits a vertical suplex, then holds on, hitting a reverse DDT on Helms, then following up with another! Now going back up to the top, Nova leaps off and hits the Swanton!--

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Nova looks frustrated, and puts a boot into the face of Helms before picking him back up again...whip to the ropes, Samoan Dro--reversed into a Crucifix by Helms!!

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Helms gets up, catching his breath, and picks up Nova, setting him and driving the upper back and neck into the mat with a vicious powerbomb, almost like J.C. Stone's version! Picking him up again, he attempts another--Nova pummels him with rights, rolling though with a sunset flip--

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Helms doesn't go for a cover right away, stomping away on Nova's head, and it appears he's busted open...

Helms picks him up--whips him into the corner--Helms charges in--Nova gets a boot up...gets up to the second rope--leaps off--Dropkick counter by Helms! Helms tosses Nova into the corner again, sets up, and hits a spectacular Hurribreaker!

Pamela: ...stick a fork in him...

Kanyon: I think that Helms may have gone WAY too far on that one, but it looks as if the match is securely--? HuH?! Helms picking up Nova again--

Helms then hits another Hurribreaker, this one in the center of the ring, and covers Nova--

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*ding, ding*

Capetta: Here is your winner, by pinfall, "The Wild Storm" Greg Helms!

Helms pummels Nova as his music plays, getting the blood all over his hands. He then uses it to write--in the middle of the ring with it--"R.I.P. Hardy."

Pamela: Yikes...so he turns into a real sick puppy overnight?

Kanyon: Well, I'm not sure just what causes Greg to snap, but I've never seen this side of him before, in EAW, WCW, or WWE.

Helms gets up and leaves...Nova wipes his face with his hands, looking rather pissed as Helms exits...

Kanyon: I don't think this is a satisfying match conclusion for Nova...Greg may have made a big mistake making an enemy out of a friend. We'll be back in a few moments, folks...

**Commercial Break**

We come back from break with Pamela Paul shock in the ring...

Pamela: Ladies and gentlemen, here to make a special announcement on behalf of the nWo--Kelly Connelly-Flair!!

"Bitch" by Meredith Brooks cues up over the speakers now, and Kelly makes her way out. She's wearing a nWo Classic Tube Top, Black skirt, and black high heel pumps. She's also carrying a metal briefcase with her as she makes her way to the ring...rather seductively. She points to the ring, and smiles to Pam...as if to say "Love your work!"

"Why, thank you," Pamela replies.

Kelly walks up the ring steps slowly...and enters the ring ala Stacy Kiebler...pausing long enough for the perverts in the crowd to get a glimpse of her rear. She then gets in the ring, and smiles to Pam, going for a hug.

Pam accepts the hug, "Welcome to Riot Rulz, Kel. Now, Kelly asked me for an exclusive interview to announce a new addition being made by the nWo...I'm not an nWo announcer, but I'm honored to be here. So, spill it," Pam hands her the mic.

Kelly smiles. "Well, first off Pam...there's something I'd like to address. And that's the people out there that want to try and stop the bullet train that is the success of the nWo..." she starts off...

"There are plenty of them, although they don't really seem too organized," Pamela nods.

Kelly shrugs. "It doesn't matter, really. Because there's an old saying Pam: Whether you like it...or you don't...it's the best thing going today!" she says, smirking. "And that message is ESPECIALLY true for my hubby's opponent...what's his name? Jeremy Kidney Stone...The Right Stuff?"

"...something like that," Pamela shrugs.

"Anyway...one more thing. Oseiko...I'll say this to you because you're family: don't fight us. I don't want you to get hurt." Kelly says, showing compassion!

"Plus, she is the wife of the nWo and EAW World Champion...what do you think about that?" Pamela asks.

Kelly hmms. "As long as there's no favoritism and Mikey doesn't just hand her a title shot, there's nothing for me to say about that." she says with a shrug.

"It doesn't seem he's about to do that, either. So, what's in the case you got there?" Pam asks.

Kelly smiles. "I'm glad you asked, Pam!" she says, setting it into the corner. "Now Pam...am I right in assuming that a good majority of the EAW roster, both wrestlers and other personnel, are a bit upset that when people in the nWo decisively win championships, we decorate them to let people know they are ours now?"

"Yes, they are..." Pam nods.

"Well, being the fair minded organization that the nWo is, we have decided to give EAW a fair chance to try and do the same to us."

"So in that case is a title of the nWo's own making?" Pam guesses.

"You're wise beyond your years." Kelly says with a smile...and she unlatches the case's latches, then opens it. Inside, is a title belt. The shame is reminiscent of the old, square-ish design of the Intercontinental Championship, but with some differences. There are black nWo logos on the Earth design, the top of the belt, and on the side plates. There is also a nameplate at the bottom of the front plate. "Pamela Paul shock...this, is the nWo Trans-Global Championship!"

"Trans...Global?" Pamela blinks.

"Yep. Nice belt, don't you think..." she holds it up for Pam to get a better look.

"Very much so--unusual name for a title, though." Pam takes it in her arms, looking it over before handing it back.

"Hey, if that ogling lecherous McMahon can make Intercontinental work, we can EASILY make Trans-Global work." Kelly notes. "And we WILL make it work, by nature of our first champion."

"Who is your first champion?" Pam asks.

"Well...that remains to be seen." Kelly says. "You didn't think that we'd just hand someone the belt like a certain bloated Iron-Cross wearing wrestler was, did you?"

"Okay, I see. How you going to do it? A single match, tournament, fatal four way, battle royal?" Pam queries.

"The last answer is correct. Next EAW show, there will be a 12 person battle royal, and the WINNER will be the FIRST EVER nWo Trans Global Champion. 6 EAW wrestlers, and 6 nWo MEGA-Stars!"

"Sounds great...have they been selected yet?" Pam asks, "Or will they be surprised?"

"Well, before I name our nWo Participants, there has to be some restrictions put in. We have to make this fair to all, after all." Kelly states.

"Sure, go right ahead."

"First of all...no one that is currently a part of a tag team...whether the Girls of Goth, Latina Heat, Ari and Aria, or SCORPION'S PYRE..." she says, stressing that last one. "...is allowed to compete in this match."

Pamela nods.

"Secondly, no one that has held the nWo/EAW World Heavyweight Championship before is eligible to enter. Unfortunately that means my husband, but he's willing to make that sacrifice."

Pam nods again.

"Third, no one who is currently holding a championship in this company is allowed to compete for the title. You have a belt already, don't be a gold hog!" Kelly states.

"I think that's a good idea, also," Pam nods in agreement.

"Fourth, no one over 305 pounds in this match. We like mobility, so we don't need no-talent hosses cluttering up the ring."

"Well, Wight and Spike would be excluded by the other restrictions anyway," Pam notes.

"And finally, besides the 6 nWo participants...only ONE member per other stable is allowed in this match. Meaning if the Triad wants someone in this match, they have to pick ONE person. Same with the Extremists and the Fringe."

"Sounds fair enough..." Pam agrees.

"Of course it is. nWo is a fair group, after all." Kelly says with a smile.

"Thank you, Kelly--and we're looking forward to seeing that match," Pam smiles.

Kelly holds up a hand. "Wait...don't you want to know the nWo participants for the match?" she says with a smile.

"Alright--who are they?"

Kelly smiles, and as she mentions them, video clips of the person she mentions shows on the screen. "They are...the psychotic beauty and grace of Frosti...the dangerous Extreme nature of Bullwhip...the high flying skills of Willow The Wisp...the great future potential of Erik O'Reily...the equal potential and grace of Honey...and the power, skills, and brutality of...BROCK...LESNAR!" she concludes.

"Aside from the two rookies, sounds like a great lineup. Obviously the nWo has faith in all of its members," Pamela comments.

"Of course we do." Kelly says with a proud smile. "EAW, this is a challenge to you: try taking this title from us, if you dare. Because this title is nWo...and when you're nWo...you're nWo..." she smiles, and lets Pam conclude.

"4 life?"

"That's right." Kelly says, "Bitch" cuing up again, as she holds the Trans-Global title belt high in the air, then goes to leave, all smiles.

**Commercial Break**

"Set It Off" by POD cues up in the arena now to a good reaction, as the challengers for the tag team titles make their way out.

Capetta: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the EAW Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, the challengers. From Venice Beach, California, at a total combined weight of 270 pounds...Arianna and Aria!

Pamela: Bimbos United making their way out to the ring!

Kanyon: That's not their team name and you know it Pam. Nevertheless, they are coming to the ring, ready to try and take the tag titles...

Pamela: TITLE, Chris. They didn't get the other belt, remember.

Kanyon: ...away from the Girls of Goth tonight. Hopefully this match won't be as brutal as the last one we saw.

Pamela: Hey, that was actually fun. Greggy looks a lot better now when he's not pandering to the crowd like that.

Kanyon: In any event, the challengers now in the ring, and get ready for a even more positive reaction for the champs!

The lights dim in the arena, 16th century style candles line the entryway, and "Bring Me To Life" plays over the speakers, signaling the arrival of the champions and their manager.

Capetta: And their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by their manager, Viki Greene, from Roswell, New Mexico...at a total combined weight of 272 pounds...they are the EAW Tag Team Champions...Sin and Shade...THE GIRLS OF GOTH!

Kanyon: Tonight, Washington DC belongs to the Gothic Side! The EAW Tag Team Champions are getting a great reaction!

Pamela: And look, they have to resort to having their manager wear the tag title belt...because the REAL Tag Team champions have...

Kanyon: Don't start that again. The Goths getting into the ring now, and both teams waiting...

Pamela: Yes, the great announcement...and I know who the special referee is! ^^

Kanyon: I figured that YOU would. In any event...

Capetta: And now, introducing...the Special Guest Referee for this contest...Dude Love!

Kanyon: ...oh no...

"Magic Carpet Ride" cues up in the arena now, and the lighting starts getting really colorful as the other dimension version of Mick Foley, Dude Love, struts his way out to the ring, wearing his ring attire pants, and a tye dyed referee shirt.

Kanyon: Who did Dude Love bribe to get this kind of assignment.

Pamela: What makes you think he had to bribe anyone? He's the best person for this kind of assigment...plus he's a LOT cooler than his WWE Counterpart. Especially with what he did to Megan! ^^

Kanyon: I figured you'd like that. Dude Love now into the ring, the Gibsons aren't sure what to make of this. The Goths...almost look like they expected this.

Pamela: Probably that sick freak friend of theirs Lilith told them.

Kanyon: Dude...well, he's checking the challengers...like a referee should...and now he goes to grope. Gee, what a great thing to do...

Pamela: Hey, why are the Gibsons looking upset? It's an HONOR for this to happen to them.

Kanyon: PLEASE...Dude now calling for the bell, and this match is underway!

Shade waits for Aria to get back up to her feet and attempts to hit her with a diving swinging neckbreaker, but Aria moves out of the way just in time, and makes the tag to Ari. Ari gets into the ring, and catches Shade off guard with a nicely placed kick to the face that sends the champ into the ropes, then she takes Shade down with a powerslam. Ari goes for the cover, but only gets a two count.

Kanyon: So far a pretty even match between the two teams, wouldn't you agree, Pam?

Pamela: Eh, girls of a feather. They're probably just going through the motions for some...special fun...later.

Kanyon: Sometimes I wonder about you.

Shade catches Ari as she comes off the ropes for a body splash, flinging her behind her with a Fall Away Slam, then makes another tag to Sin, who leaps over the top rope with a guillotine legdrop on Ari while she's down on the mat. Sin grabs Ari into a rear naked choke, but Ari manages to roll back with the move, getting Sin in a pinning prediciment. Sin manages to fight out though, then both get back up to their feet, while the two are locked up, Ari catches her with a front dropkick that knocks her down. Sin however flips Ari over with the move, causing her to hit her lower back onto the second turnbuckle. Both competitors struggle a bit after a while of being down and out on the mat, then dive towards their respective corners, each making a tag to their respective partners. Shade and Aria go at each other, avoiding each other's moves a bit, then start unloading on each other, giving a clinic in the middle of the ring of their wrestling moves...which ends with them clotheslining each other down to the mat.

Kanyon: Shade and Aria both down, Dude Love looking to lay in a count!

Pamela: Good, hopefully they're both out cold and we can move on.

Kanyon: Dude counting...wait, he's stopped. ...why did he ask for the bell to be rung?

Pamela: Hmm, this could be a good move. Let's see what the Dude has to say...he's got a microphone...

Dude Love looks to both fallen team participants, who look confused. "You know, having seen this match as close as I have...I have to say that I'm not really feeling the love here. So, in honor of that, I have decided that this match is thrown out. The Gothic Cuties are still the champs...but the result is a no contest!"

Kanyon: WHAT!?

Pamela: YES! Finally a referee I can agree with! What a great call by Dude Love right there!

Kanyon: Dude Love has just screwed the fans out of a finish to the match, and the two teams don't look happy at all about that!

Pamela: HEY! He's a referee! It was a judgment call by the referee here!

Kanyon: And it looks like both the Goths and the Gibsons are going to make Dude Love pay for...

Pamela: No they're not! Latina Heat coming to the rescue of Dude Love, and getting him out of there quickly!

Kanyon: The Latinas barely saving Dude Love...and with this stare down, we'll be right back!

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The scene switches suddenly to the bare breasts of a headless human girl.

"36... 24... 36..." Ryokami's familiar voice mutters off-camera as we see a pair of female hands... Anette's... glide over up the headless girl's stomach, then cups the breasts, squeezing them gently. "Those numbers happen to be the measurments of one Trish Stratus. Hence, they are Krise Stratus' measurements as well. And they are certainly desirable measurments, aren't they? They happen to be the measurements of this poor girl as well. We intentionally removed her head to bar anyone recognizing her... also, well... her face wasn't much to look at after the car accident she suffered, wasn't that right, Anette?"

"Mmmmn, yes..." Anette answers, continuing to grope the breasts, gently tweaking the nipples. "Really pretty girl, too..."

"How do her breasts feel?" Ryokami asks.

"Soft skin... firm... they feel juicy..." Anette answers, talking as if she's handling ripe fruit rather than human flesh.

"Taste them..." Ryokami asks.

Anette peeks from behind the headless girl and smirks. Then moves over, sitting on her lap and leaning in close. The camera zooms in to catch Anette slowly flicking her tounge along the nipple of the corpse's right bosom. "Delicious..." She looks to Ryokami... then lets out a soft giggle before leaning down and sinking her teeth into the soft flesh, biting through the nipple and tearing a nice chunk out of the dead girl's bosom.

"Just... imagine, Krise... that these are YOUR breasts Anette is eating..." Ryokami says. "It may happen... after my match with you... I may have my Dead Sexy Anette... slowly devour your shapely breasts... your long legs, size 7 & 1/2 feet, torturing you, making you scream in agony... only until after she violates you, literally eating you out... may I finally decide to kill you mercifully..."

"Mmmnn..." Anette finishes the right breast, leaving a bloody ribcage underneath, then proceeds to eat the left, starting with its underside. Ryokami watches on, and visibly shudders, as if getting turned by the gruesome act.

"Just remember, Krise. This could be you." Ryokami walks away, as Anette bites off the nipple, chewing and swallowing it...

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Back at the arena, both Kanyon and Pamela are absolutely disgusted by what they have seen.

Kanyon: ... that... those sick...

Pamela is speechless... looking down at her own breasts, she hides them and shivers.

Kanyon: Folks, we apologize for what has happened... we'll be right back...

*** Kanyon: We're back folks and this match has already started! Ryokami Vs. Krise Stratus, Anette at ringside! Let's take you to the action!

Ryokami wastes no time in getting the upper hand on the smaller Krise, delivering a sleeping neckbreaker first! Krise manages to recover quick however, and hits a dropkick that staggers the skull-faced killer. Krise tries to attack him again, but this time he weathers the blow! She backs up in shock, giving Anette time to catch her attention; Krise turns to face Anette, who taunts her by patting her stomach, eluding to the previous promo, giving Ryokami an opening to lock on a sleeper hold! But Krise is quick in grabbing the ropes, forcing Ryokami to break the hold. Krise tries fighting back, but Ryokami seems to be too tough for her to handle. Krise won't give up though, fighting back with everything she has! But every time Krise manages to get the upper hand, Ryokami comes back with a powerful move that knocks the Stratus Cat-Girl for a loop! She continues to get beat down severely, but suddenly she hits a Chick Kick out of pure desperation! She gets up first surprisingly, Ryokami getting up a moment later, and he charges her. But she back drops him to the outside! She goes in to fight Ryokami, but Anette joins in! Krise manages to escape what appears to be Anette about to bite into her arm and rushes to the ring, but Ryokami meets her half way, and locks on the Kajaku Tsume!! Krise immediately passes out to the nerve hold, and Ryokami picks up the win!

Winner: Ryokami

After the match, Ryokami picks the unconscious Krise up and props her up onto the corner.

Kanyon: Wait, wait a second... what're those two maniacs going to... oh, come now... they're not REALLY going to...

Pamela: THEY ARE!! Anette just ripped Krise's top off!! The puppies are free! And now Anette's going to make herself a Puppy Pie!! ;_;

Anette looks as if she's about to bite into Krise's breasts... but then just pulls back and drapes her torn top over her chest, taking Ryokami by the hand as the two walk away.

Kanyon: ... they didn't do it...?

Pamela: Whew... good. Poor Krise. She almost went flat on us just now! ^_^;;

**Commercial Break**

"St. Anger" cues up over the speakers now, to a positive reaction from the crowd as the main event is about to start.

Capetta: Our Main Event contest is scheduled for one fall, with NO time limit! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan...standing 6'3" tall and weighing in at 230 pounds...J.C. STONE!

Kanyon: Main event time here on Riot Rulz Pam, and after the wild night that we've had here already, we have THIS match to close us out.

Pamela: That's right, the Lesnar Wannabe Stone going up against the ICON of EAW, the nWo Classic Leader, David Flair!

Kanyon: I think that's kinda off color, calling Stone a Lesnar wannabe. Stone HAS challenged Lesnar though to a Detroit Street Fight...

Pamela: Chris, get it right. Stone has a death wish, so he challenges Lesnar to a match where Lesnar will absolutely DESTROY JC Stone!

Kanyon: I think you underestimate JC's stamina, but anyway...for JC Stone in this match, this a bit more personal. Flair holds a victory over Stone from a few years ago...

Pamela: And you can bet that Flair will make it 2 and 0 tonight! He's THAT good now...plus he's the only man in wrestling to have TWO Consecutive pin-fall victories over Eighteen!

Kanyon: Don't remind me.

The camera breaking effect starts up...

"Superstar" by Saliva cues up in the arena now, and the crowd boos heavily as the nWo Classic Leader and his bride make their way out.

Capetta: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by his wife Kelly...now residing in Charlotte, North Carolina...standing 6'2" tall and weighing in at 225 pounds...representing nWo Classic..."THE ICON" DAVID FLAIR!

Pamela: Look at Flair, Chris! Style, a great wife, and a legendary name. Flair has it all!

Kanyon: You forgot to mention an ego the size of Alaska, Pam. Kelly accompanying Flair to the ring...and Flair turning to take everything in...BUT HERE COMES STONE ON THE ATTACK!

Pamela: HEY! Flair isn't even in the ring yet! This is a cheap attack by Stone!

Kanyon: You go and try to tell Stone that! JC Stone pounding away on Flair on the outside of the ring...and gets caught in the back of the head with a high heel shoe by Kelly!

Pamela: Well good! JC deserved exactly what he got there, the match hadn't even started yet!

Kanyon: JC turning around to just GLARE at Kelly, and Flair with a facebuster onto the steel ramp! Stone taken down, and Flair and Kelly BOTH laying the boots into Stone while he's down! Come on referee, get some order in this match!

Pamela: The Flairs are just evening up the odds here. I bet JC regrets attacking Flair on the ramp now!

Kanyon: Stone fighting up to his feet from the stomping though, pushing Kelly back, and slugs Flair HARD in the gut! Stone throwing Flair into the ring now, and this match is now officially underway!

Despite not getting the win from that, JC doesn't seem to be too upset about it, and he grabs Flair again, flinging him into the ropes, and lifts him up over his head with a body press. Flair thinks quickly, and rakes the eyes of Stone, landing behind the former Tag Champion, and quickly goes for a backslide, but still only manages to get a two count from this match. Stone goes to get back up to his feet slowly, but Flair is ready for him, driving a knee right into Stone's back as he gets up. Stone falls to the ropes, draped on the bottom one, and Flair decides to go and drive another knee into the back, but Stone moves at the last second, causing Flair's leg to bend wrong. Stone seems to realize this, and rushes in, going to put Flair into the Scorpion Deathlock! Flair manages to squirm out of it, grabbing at the ropes before Stone can get too far with the move. Stone tries to pull Flair off the ropes, but Kelly is holding Flair's hands, allowing for "The Icon" to push away at Stone. While Stone is down, Flair slides out of the ring to regroup.

Kanyon: David Flair trying to get a time out, Kelly quickly over there to check up on her husband, and it seems thus far in this match that JC Stone has Flair's number!

Pamela: Well, when you attack someone on the rampway, it's easy to get an advantage. I would like to see how he would have done in this match had Flair gotten a fair shake!

Flair continues to walk around the ring, getting his bearings back for a bit, however Stone quickly slides out of the ring, ready to go right after him on the outside of the ring. This seems to have been Flair's gameplan though, as he uses a drop toe-hold onto Stone, causing his face to drop right into the top ring step! Kelly is all smiles now, as Flair picks up Stone, and rams his back right into those steps now. Hearing the referee's count, Flair takes Stone and rolls him back into the ring, and slides in afterwards, ready to continue his assault. Stone gets up to his knees now, and Flair blasts him in the face with a nicely placed dropkick, trying to continue building up the cut that is on Stone's face from hitting head first into the ring steps. Flair gets up, and struts a bit while Stone is down on the mat. He then turns around, and gets kick a bit low by Stone, who struggles back up to his feet, and then blasts Flair in the gut with a HARD knee shot that sends Flair about half a foot off the mat. Stone repeats the process two more times, and on the third one, he grabs Flair while he's in mid air, and drops him HARD with a DDT onto the mat! He quickly rolls over for another cover, but again only manages to get a two count on Flair.

The anger in Stone's face seems to be building now, as he can't seem to put Flair away with anything that he's trying out there. He glares a bit down at Flair, then gets an idea...and grabs at Flair's leg, going for a Figure Four Leglock! Flair knows his ring presence though, and quickly rolls JC in for a cover, but only manages to get a two count on Stone now. Both competitors get to their feet slowly, and start trading right hands with each other now, going to desperation fisticuffs to try and get the other person weakened. JC's slight weight advantage gives him a bit more power behind the punches, and he manages to send Flair into a corner with the move. Stone grabs Flair's arm, flinging him HARD into the corner...hard enough to send him flipping over the top rope and landing on the apron. Stone has his back to Flair, and gets caught off guard, as Flair locks Stone in the Superstar Necklock!

Pamela: That's the way Flair! Choke Stone out, make him turn blue in the face! Make him pass out!

Kanyon: Flair letting go of the hold though, not wanting to get disqualified here, but the damage has been done already to JC Stone. Stone is holding his throat in pain, and Flair looks HAPPY about it.

Flair climbs up to the top rope as JC tries to recover. Flair comes off the top, going for a cross body block, but Stone quickly leaps up, and spears Flair down to the mat as Flair comes off the top rope! JC goes for the cover again, but this time, Kelly is there to pull her husband out of the ring and prevent the match from ending in a victory for Stone.

Kanyon: Now what is the deal with that? Can't Flair fight his own battles here?

Pamela: I told you, Chris, she's just evening things up from the attack before the bell rung!

JC slides out of the ring after Flair, and the two of them start to fight each other outside of the ring now, brawling with each other...unaware of the count. Stone grabs Flair, and slams his face into the ring post on the outside of the ring, just as the referee reaches a 10 count!

Capetta: Both David Flair and JC Stone were counted out of the ring, the result of this match is a double count-out!

Kanyon: The match is over now, but I don't think Stone is done with Flair just yet! JC picking up Flair now...and Flair fighting back...but Stone slamming Flair's face into the ring post again stops that attempt.

Pamela: JC Stone is a psychopath! He rolls Flair back into the ring, and now he's going for steel chairs! The match is over, damnit!

Kanyon: Flair unaware of what JC Stone has planned...wait, Kelly seems to be calling someone to the ring now...

Pamela: Hope it's for someone sane...Stone is setting one of those chairs into the ring, and setting Flair's head on it...

Kanyon: It looks like Stone is planning to do the ConChairTo to Flair...wait a second...

Pamela: It's Brock Lesnar! Brock Lesnar standing tall and proud out there, and Stone's glaring a hole at one of the newest nWo members.

Kanyon: JC telling Lesnar that he wants him in the ring now, and almost challenging him to get into the ring!

Pamela: But he's taking his eyes off of Flair! Flair has the steel chair in hand...WHAM! Right to the head of Stone!

Kanyon: Brock Lesnar providing the distraction long enough for Flair to use that chair, and now Flair with the Stunner on Stone!

Pamela: No no no Chris, that's the Legend's Fall! And he did it to perfection! Now he's locking in the Legendary End!

Kanyon: JC Stone is screaming in pain now, but does not look like he wants to tap out to this move!

Pamela: If he was smart he would. But then again, the match is over, so it wouldn't matter anyway!

Kanyon: Kelly and Lesnar seem to be smiling at the suffering that Stone is in right now...and Stone's eyes are going glassy on him...

Pamela: Well, Stone may not tap out, but Flair will make DAMN sure that Stone will pass out! And Lesnar pounding away at Stone's face as he's locked in the hold!

Kanyon: FINALLY officials getting out of here to pull Flair off of Stone...this is a travesty of justice, and the nWo is enjoying this!

The camera fades out as Flair lets go of the hold, and he, Kelly, and Lesnar stand tall in the ring together!