Date: 1/4/02

Live-From Tulsa, OK in the Convention Center!

20,998 Fans in Attendance

(The NFWA logo appears on the screen and fades into the darkness. The FNS theme song/opening video play on the screen as the camera opens up to the sold out crowd in Tulsa, where fans are cheering and holding up signs such as "I SHOT THE SHERRIF", "I SHOT JR", "I SHOT MY WIFE", "I SHOT MR. BURNS", and "WIGGLEPUPPY" (nothing BUT crackheads)! The camera then cuts down to the commentary table, where Vince Johnson and Delaware Dave are seated)

VJ: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!!!! WE ARE LIVE, FROM THE SOLD OUT CONVENTION CENTER IN TULSA, WHERE THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF FANS HAVE JAM-PACKED THIS FACILITY FOR THE FRIDAY NIGHT SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!! Vince Johnson alongside Delaware Dave and Dave, what a night it's gonna be! We've got a huge Tag Team Title match-up tonight as Team Bruiser defend the titles against the Blood Hounds, Tristram and T Money!

DD: Yeah, Vince, that's a big match...but why waste it on these idiots here in Tulsa?! That's like...that's like feeding strawberries to pigs!

VJ: Well folks, with the New Year comes a bit of tragedy. Early this morning, we received a phone call from Angel...unfortunately she was involved in a terrible car wreck of some sort...her face was mangled badly, but the injuries are not serious, and tonight, she WILL do battle with Darkest Desires!

(10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...[BOOOOOOM] "We Right Here" by DMX blasts over the PA system and the crowd comes to it's feet as the NFWA World Champion Johnny Havok walks out onto the stage and down the ramp to ringside. He slides into the ring, signals for the tech crew to cut the music, and calls for a mic, as loud chants of "Havok, Havok" fill the arena)

VJ: There he is!!! The World Heavyweight Champion is here! At Total Annihilation, Havok will defend the title against none other than Scarlet KV...

DD: Yeah, but what's he doing out here now? My New Year's Resolution was to have a fluke-free evening!

VJ: Havok...he's got a mic...

Havok: Now I'm not out here to talk about the NFWA...I'm not out here to talk about the World Title, or the match with KV or Black Blood or any kinda sh*t like that!!! Believe it or not...there are some things in this world that are more important that this business...hell...there are some things in this world even more important than this...(holds up the World Title)

DD: What's he getting at, Johnson?

VJ: Havok...he doesn't look happy, folks!

Havok: (Brief pause) Now...about a week or so ago...back at Apocalypse Now, I defended the NFWA Title against Lightning himself...the NFWA legend! A damn Icon in this business! It was probably the biggest match of my NFWA career...AND DAMN IT I WON!!!!!! (Crowd pops in the background) I...beat...Lightning! 1...2...3...right here in the center of the ring! No bones about it! I beat the man fair and square, and if that doesn't prove to the boys in the back....if that doesn't prove to the guys in the office, and if that doesn't prove to each and every last one of you watching the show right now that I'm a True World Champ, then I don't know what will!!!!

DD: Will somebody cut his mic off?!

VJ: Stop it!!!

Havok: Now after the match...I tur...(sniffles) my fiancée Krystal was at ringside for the match. She accompanied me to ringside and...(stuttering) I-I-I...I just don't know...sh-sh-she was....(sniffles/voice cracking) she was out there the whole time...(a tear rolls down his cheek) man...how the he...wha...F*CK!!!

(Havok tosses the belt across the ring, then throws the mic to the arena floor, shattering it to pieces. The crowd is stunned as Havok paces back and forth in the ring trying to get himself together)

DD: What the hell is his problem, Vince?!

VJ: Johnny Havok...obviously very emotional right here...

DD: Well I don't blame him! I'd cry too if Scarlet KV was gonna beat my ass! But Vince...HE JUST SHATTERED AN NFWA MIC!!! Do you know how much that costs?!

VJ: Havok...

DD: I told ya this lunatic has no place in the NFWA, Vince! He's crazy!

VJ: DAMN IT! Johnny Havok was pouring his soul out right here in front of us! Will you show some damn respect?!

DD: NO!!!

VJ: Well screw you!!!

(Havok calls for another mic. He wipes his eyes, walks back towards the center of the ring and continues)

Havok: (Deep sigh) Look...I'm really not in the mood for some long speech, so I'm just gonna make this short and sweet! To the son of a bitch that took Krystal...you dirty...PIECE OF SH---(Deep breath) damn it, I dunno who you are, damn it!!! I dunno where you are...but if you're here...your beef is with Me...not Krystal!!!! So if you wanna get to me...(rips off his t-shirt/beats on his chest) you wanna get at me so damn bad...damn it, if you're here, let Krystal go!!!!! If you're here...come out here and face me like a f*cking Man!!!! C'mon, you son of a bitch...WHERE ARE YOU?!?!?!?!?!!? WHERE ARE YOU, DAMN IT?!?! WHERE ARE YOU??!?!

DD: Somebody smack this guy!

VJ: Johnny Havok has lost it!!! Havok...he just called out...

("E.M.S.P." by Kid Rock plays over the PA system, and the crowd cheers loudly as the Player appears on stage and starts down the entrance ramp to ringside)

DD: WAIT A MINUTE!!!!

VJ: Ladies and gentlemen...oh my goodness! Johnny Havok...he just called out the man...the man who abducted his fiancee Krystal...and now we've got the Player coming out here?! What's this all about?!

DD: It's obvious, Vince! PLAYER'S THE GUY WHO KIDNAPPED KRYSTAL!!!

VJ: He did not...

DD: YES HE IS!!! It all makes sense now, Vince!!! All those weeks in jail...not a woman in sight!!! All the frustration finally got to him, and he took it out on Havok's girl...

VJ: WILL YOU PLEASE?! The Player...

DD: Ya know something Vince...now that I think about it...Player always did look like a closet pedophile, didn't he?!

VJ: WILL YOU STOP?! The Player climbing into the ring with a distraught World Champion...what's this all about, Dave?! Why has the Player come out here?!

(The music dies down, as slight chants of "Player, Player" break out near the front row. Player grabs a mic, holds up a hand to Johnny Havok and speaks)

Player: Um...Mr. Havok...I can see...I can see you're not in a very good mood right now. Obviously, it wasn't a good holiday season for you, and I'm really sorry about this whole situation with you and your girl! But...

DD: BUTT?! Oh my God, Vince he said BUTT!

VJ: Will you shut up?!

Player:...but...Johnny...you wanna know how I planned on spending my holiday?! Huh? Well...I planned on...sitting by a warm fire...my beautiful girlfriend Sabrina at my side...we'd laugh...share presents...(sighs) and sitting on my mantle...all shiny...sparkling...sitting on my mantle would've been the greatest Christmas present of them all...the NFWA World Title belt...YOUR NFWA World Title belt! (Crowd cheers)

DD: Uh oh!

Player: Now that match with Lightning...that match that you used to prove to the entire world that you're a True Champion...now I may be wrong, but I do think that that match was supposed to be MY TITLE SHOT!!!!! It was supposed to be me and you...one on one...it was supposed to be the night where my dreams came true!!! But that didn't happen, Havok?! And ya wanna know why? It's because some jealous little **BEEEP** by the name of T Money took it upon himself to set me up!!! He screwed me over...and instead of getting my title shot, I spent the holidays sitting inside of cold jail cell for something that I didn't do!!! (Crowd boos) Well Havok...as you can see, I'm not in that cell anymore!!! I am here...you are here...and tonight, Havok...I want what is rightfully MINE!!! Tonight, I wanna give myself a late Christmas present! Havok...TONIGHT I WANT YOUR ASS!!!!!!! (The crowd goes crazy in the background)

DD: VINCE!!! What a pervert!!!

VJ: Ladies and gentlemen...the Player...he has just called out Johnny Havok!!! He has just challenged Havok for tonight...oh man...and look at the look on Havok's face!

DD: Yeah! What about it, fluke?! He took your girl, he just might take your belt too! HAHA!

VJ: He didn't take his girl!

Havok: (Sniffles) Player...you want my belt?! You want...RIGHT NOW I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THAT BELT!!!!!! (Mild pop) See...right now I didn't come here to deal with the NFWA! I came here for Krystal, and if I hafta go through every single person in the state of Oklahoma I will! Now you bring your ass out here talking about jail...talk about getting the title that you deserve! Well Player...I don't have a problem fighting you for the title! I'm not afraid of anybody, but right now you're sticking your nose somewhere it doesn't belong...ok?! So right now I'm gonna give you a choice...either get the f*ck outta my way...or I get run the f*ck over!!!!!

("Ooooh's" and ahhh from the crowd as Havok glares evilly at the Player. The Player starts to leave, but then turns, and steps up into the face of Johnny Havok. The crowd begins the stir)

VJ: We don't need to see this right now...

DD: Shut up, bitch! Hit him, Player!

VJ: Johnny Havok and the Player going face to face...we could have an explosion any second here, ladies and gentlemen...can we get some security out here?!

DD: Damn it, Vince, I wanna see this sh*t! These fans wanna see it! Finally somebody knocks that damn Johnny Hav---

T Money: (in the background): HEY!!! HEY!!! UP HERE!!!

(The Panthertron lights up, as Scarlet KV, the Blood Hounds, Firestorm and Darkest Desires appear in the NFWA locker room)

KV: My, my! Player...I am quite amazed at you! First, you come out here and blame Black Blood for ruining your holiday! My friend...you are simply in denial!!!!! (Crowd boos) We haven't forgotten last week...how you returned from your exodus...how you crashed Black Blood's party...and tonight, you dare come to the ring and make a challenge for MY TITLE?! (Chants of "you suck, you suck") Well, Player...there seem to be a few things that you don't understand! While you were doing hard time...YOU LOST your spot as #1 contender! That spot now belongs to me! You see, Black Blood is on the road to total rule of the NFWA! Total domination, and you...like Apocalypse...like the Riot Makerz...you are in our path! And like the others...you too...(smirks) will be destroy--

Player: (Climbing the ropes) Well KV, if you guys are feeling froggy...if you guys feel like destroying me...I'M RIGHT HERE! All you've gotta do is come out and try it!!!

DD: Wait a minute...now this guy...this idiot's calling out Black Bloo...

VJ: And look at KV!!! KV just motioned to the troops!!! Black Blood is coming! Black Blood is headed out here...Black Bloo--OH IT'S RAGE!!!!

DD: WHO?!?!?! RAGE??!?!?!

VJ: RAGE JUST NAILED KV!!! RAGE JUST NAILED KV WITH THAT BALL BAT IN THE LOCKER ROOM...AND LOOK AT BLACK BLOOD!!! BLACK BLOOD IS ALL OVER THE ONE MAN RIOT...

DD: GET HIM...GET THAT IDIOT!!!!!!

VJ: OH my goodnes...Rage trying to make an escape...SCARLET KV IS OUT!!! HE IS OUT LIKE A LIGHT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! And look at that smile on the Player's face...the Player...

DD: Um...he's sitting up there smiling, he'd better turn his ass around! Look at Havok!

VJ: Johnny Havok...Havok and Player had a confrontat---oh no! Havok just shoved the Player!!! Havok just...Player shoved him back!!!

DD: Oh, Vince!!! This is getting good!!! This is getting...

VJ: Tempers are flaring out here! Havok and the Player...we've got Black Blood backstage going after Ra--OH!!!!!!! HAVOK JUST HIT THE PLAYER!!!! HAVOK AND THE PLAYER!!!! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...OH MY GOODNESS, THE FIGHT IS ON!!!

DD: HAHAHA! This is great, Vince!!!

VJ: HELL NO IT ISN'T!!! Havok and the Player going at it tooth and nail in the ring...Havok running high off of emotion...the emotion of having his fiancee taken away by some...some fiend!!! And he is trying to take the Player's head off in the ring!!!

DD: Look at these two idiots beat the hell outta each other, Vince! I love it! I really...this is the greatest...oh!

VJ: And here come the officials!!! Jim Jonathan...Stephanie Jenkins...Doug Peterson...the Discipline Committee...officials are swarming the ring...ladies and gentlemen, it has absolutely broken loose! We've gotta commercial break! Fans...don't go away...we'll be back!!!!

****Commercial****

(The scene opens backstage, where we see dozens of officials trying to keep Havok and the Player apart)

VJ: Welcome back to the Slam, and ladies and gentlemen...there you see the scene in the locker room! Johnny Havok and the Player...these two athletes having to be held apart by officials...

DD: Let em go!

VJ: Don't let em go!!! Havok...Havok's in no condition to be fighting here!

DD: Well you heard what he said! Player got in his way...he deserves to get run the f*ck over! And I wanna see him do it!

(The officials drag the Player out of the room as security guards wrestle Johnny Havok to the floor. The scene cuts to another part of the locker room, where we see Team Bruiser talking to Panther)

RB: ...and you see what they just did to Riot Makerz! You know how Black Blood is, Panther...you know they're gonna try and screw us outta the Tag Titles! And...

Panther: (Smirks) You want me to make the match tonight no interference.

RB: Yes...it would help us out a lot!

Panther: (Chuckles) Help you out! Now...if I remember right, aren't you the same guys that are suing me?

RB: What the...us?! Sue you?! U...NO! panther...we would never...that's the past! We've dropped the case, and we...we really need you to do this for us! We really need your help, Panther! Please...

Panther: DIAMOND!

(Panther shoves Rick aside and walks over to the backdoor, where Diamond and Sabrina Wilson entering the building)

Diamond: (Hugs Panther) Hey sweety! What's up?

Panther: Damn it, Di! What's this I hear about you having a daughter?!

Diamond: Huh? You mean Destiny?

Panther: Damn right! I mean...we've been going out since October and you don't even bother to tell me that you have a kid?!

Diamond: (Sighs) Panther...look, I wanted to tell you! Believe me, but...I dunno...guys are usually intimidated by girls with kids and...well...I really like you, Panther.

Panther: Yeah...well I lo (COUGHS) like you too...but damn, you know how I feel about kids!!!

Diamond: I know...

Panther: And that's 3 damn months, Di! 3 months...and then you can't even tell me face to face! I gotta turn on the damn TV to find out about it!

Diamond: WELL I'M SORRY DAMN IT!!!!!! GEEZ!!!! (Brief silence) So...what, are you trying to tell me you don't wanna be with me anymore?

Panther: Nah...Di...(sighs) let's just talk...let's talk about this in private. C'mon!

(Panther takes Diamond by the hand and the two walk away, leaving the Bruisers alone with Sabrina. There's a brief, awkward silence as the camera cuts to ringside for the 1st match)

Darkest Desires Vs Angel

(The lights go out, "The Way You Like It" by Adema plays over the PA system, and a bright red spotlight shines over the entrance. The crowd boos as Darkest Desires walks out onto the stage and slowly walks down the entrance ramp to ringside. She climbs up the ringstairs, steps into the ring and raises her bullwhip into the air. The music dies down, the lights return to normal and "Girls just wanna have funs" blasts over the PA system. Pink lights flash over the arena as Angel struts out onto the stage wearing a black mask. She walks down entrance ramp, slides into the ring and poses as the crowd gives a mixed reaction. The music dies down, the lights return to normal and referee Ruby calls for the bell)

Ding Ding Ding!!!!

VJ: Well, ladies and gentlemen, there's the bell and this one is underway!!! Darkest Desires Vs the masked Angel...

DD: Damn, Vince. I know you said her face got mangled in the car wreck...

VJ: Does Angel look a little different to you?

DD: Yeah...she's wearing a mask!

VJ: No, no! I mean...maybe I'm wrong, but the last time I saw Angel...wasn't she a little smaller than that?

DD: Vince, you said the woman was in a car wreck! It's obvious that the swelling didn't go down! Call the match, you idiot!

VJ: (Rolls eyes) Well...there's the lockup! Darkest Desires and Angel--OH!!!!!! What strength by Angel...shoving Darkest Desires back into the buck...I'm dunno, Dave! Something...something's just different about her...

DD: Like I give a damn! I'd still drink her bath water!

VJ: You would, wouldn't you? Desires back up...there's another lockup in the center of the ring! Angel appears to have the strength advanta---OH!!!!! DESIRES DAMN NEAR SHOVED THROUGH THE MAT THERE!!!!! Good God...Angel must've been doing some serious working out in the hospital---OH!!!!! Clothesline by Angel sends Desires hard to the mat! And look at Angel now! Angel stomping away upon Darkest Desires...putting the boots to Black Blood's newest member!

DD: Tristram ain't gonna like this, Vince!

VJ: I know damn well Desires ain't liking this! Tina lifts her up by the hair...Desires backed into the buckle now...OH!!!! HARD KNEE BURIED INTO THE MIDSECTION OF DESIRES!!!! AND ANOTHER ONE!!! AND A CHOP!!!! ANGEL IS OPENING UP ON DARKEST DESIRES...C'MON REF! GET IN THERE!!!

DD: HAHAHA! Hey Vince...you know I love Black Blood, but whatever's gotten into this Angel bitch, I like it! I like it!

VJ: We apologize for Dave's language! And what's this now! Angel has Desires by the ha---OH GOD!!!!!!! She just bealed Darkest Desires right across the ring!!! Threw her like a damn frisbee...and Darkest Desires has had no offense whatsoever in this match-up! Desires...she's trying to get back to her feet...and Angel just shoves her back into the buckle! Angel solidly in control...and we've got a little bit of showboating here...

DD: Hey Angel...LOOK OUT!!

VJ: WAIT A MINUTE...HURRACAN---OH!!!!!! SITDOWN POWERBOMB BY ANGEL!!! THAT'S ALL! THAT'S ALL! 1...2...NO!!!!! DARKEST DESIRES GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!! HOW ON EARTH DID SHE KICK OUT OF THAT?!

DD: Well...she is a member of Black Blood! Scarlet KV doesn't surround himself with losers, Vince!

VJ: Well from what I hear, KV and Black Blood are still going after Rage after the attack before the break! KV caught that baseball bat right to the head...I'm not sure what kinda condition he's in right now...oh no! Angel...Angel setting Darkest Desires up on the top rope! What's she do...what's she...oh no! No...OOOHH NO!!!!!!! FISHERMAN'S BUSTER FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!! FISHERMAN'S BUSTER...DARKEST DESIRES' NECK MAY HAVE BEEN SNAPPED LIKE A TWIG!!! THERE'S THE COVER...1...2...THR...C'MON, DAMN IT!!! Angel just pulled her up!!!

DD: What the hell'd she do that for?! She had the win!

VJ: Angel...Angel may have just killed Darkest Desires with that last move! I'm not a fan of Black Blood but damn it, Ruby! You may hafta stop this thing!!! Angel...Angel lifting Desires up one more time...

DD: Uh...I think this is gonna be it, Vince!

VJ: Angel...DDT!!!!!! Desires' head driven right into the canvas...this thing is o---WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!!!!!

DD: What the...WHAT?!

VJ: THAT'S ANGEL!!! ANGEL'S ON THE STAGE...

DD: WHAT IN THE WO--OH VINCE, BRA AND PANTIES!!!! BRA AND PANTIES!!! HAHAHA!!!

VJ: Ladies and gentlemen, Angel is on her way out to the ring...and she's got company!!! Angel and a group of security guards...

DD: Wait a second, Vince...if that's Angel on the stage...who the hell is that in the ring?!

VJ: That's what I wanna kn---OH!!!!! SCHOOLGIRL BY DESIRES!!!! SCHOOLGIRL BY DESIRES...1....2...SHE GOT HER!!!!!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!!!

Announcer: Here is your winner: DARKEST DESIRES!!!!

DD: What in the world?!

VJ: DARKEST DESIRES HAS UPSET...NOT ANGEL, BUT WHOEVER THIS MASKED WOMAN IS!!! We were told earlier today that Angel was involved in a car accident...and now she's in the ring!!! Angel's in the ring...SPEAR ON THE MASKED WOMAN!!!!!

DD: CAAAAAATFFFFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHT!!!!!!!

VJ: ANGEL!!!! ANGEL HAMMERING AWAY...CLAWING AWAY AT THE HEAD OF THE MASKED WO--THAT'S TINA!!!!!!

DD: WHAT?! How the hell...

VJ: TINA'S THE MASKED WOMAN!!!! TINA...TINA HAS BEEN PINNED BY DARKEST DESIRES AGAIN!!!! TINA HAS BEEN PINNED...AND LOOK AT THIS!!! SECURITY GUARDS ESCORTING TINA OUT OF THE ARENA!!!!!

DD: Can you believe this, Vince?!

VJ: Hell no I can't believe it!!!! Tina has been foiled again!!! Just what lengths will this woman go to to get back at Darkest Desires?!!?!?

(The camera cuts backstage, where we see Commissioner Trish Stratus entering the arena)

DD: Hey wait a minute...that's Trish!!!!

VJ: What the...TRISH STRATUS IS HERE!!! The Commish is back...ladies and gentlemen...what's she doing here?! Don't go away!!!

****Commercial for Total Annihilation...January 27th from Los Angeles, CA...only on PPV*****

(The camera cuts back to the VIP Room, where we see Panther and Diamond snuggled up on the sofa watching the show)

Diamond: So...you still mad at me?

Panther: No, I'm not mad...I just don't know why you didn't tell me sooner!

Diamond: Yeah...well I'm sorry about that.

(Suddenly the door opens, and Trish Stratus enters the room)

Trish: Um...hey you two!

Diamond: Hey Trish.

Panther: (Smiling) Oh so somebody finally decided to bring their lazy ass to work!

Trish: (Blushes) Shut up, Panther!

Diamond: So...what are you doing here?

Trish: Well...actually I got a message on my answering machine that said you wanted me to be here tonight.

Panther: Wait...they told you I wanted you to be here?

Trish: Yeah.

Panther: No. Not me...all the trouble you were causing around here, I was glad when you left.

Trish: (Smiles) Don't make me smack you!

Panther: Well, I dunno who told you to be here. If you want, you can hang in here with me and Di.

Trish: Well...ok. Not right now though. I think I'm gonna stop by the caf and pick up something to eat. Good seeing you two again!

Panther: Aight! Later, Trish!

(Trish walks out of the room and closes the door. The camera then cuts to the interview area, where we see Amy Dumas standing with Darkest Desires)

AD: I'm here with Darkest Desires, and Ms. Desires...your stay in the NFWA has been very impressive so far. But the question on everyone's mind...is your relationship with Tristram strictly business...or is it something a little deeper than that?

Desires: (Devilish Grin) Well deary, I do believe that--OH!!!!

DD: WAIT A MINUTE!!! WHAT THE HELL?!

VJ: That...that's Sabrina Wilson! Sabrina Wilson from behind with an attack on Darkest Desires!!!

DD: This isn't right Vince...this isn't...NO!

VJ: OH GOD!!! SABRINA...DARKEST DESIRES THROWN RIGHT INTO THE INTERVIEW SET!!! We've got officials back there to try and calm Sabrina down...OH MY! What a kick!!! She just kicked Desires right in the face...Sabrina Wilson, ladies and gentlemen!

DD: She has got to be shot, Vince!!!!

(Sabrina is dragged out of the room, and the camera cuts out to ringside for the next match)

Venom Vs Darkstalka

(The arena lights go out, as "F*ck off" plays over the PA system. A dim blue hue covers the arena, and five gray wolves appear on stage followed by Darkstalka. The crowd boos loudly as Darkstalka and the wolves walk down the entrance ramp to ringside. Darkstalka climbs up the ring stairs, steps over the top rope and walks towards the center of the ring as the wolves are ushered backstage by NFWA ring crew. The lights return to normal, the music dies down and "Dragula" starts up over the PA system. A red spotlight shines on the stage as Venom walks out onto the ramp and walks towards ringside. He slides into the ring, shoots an evil glare into the camera, then suddenly turns and goes right at Darkstalka. The lights return to normal, the music dies down and referee Doug Peterson calls for the bell)

Ding Ding Ding!!!

VJ: There's the bell and the newcomer Venom not wasting anytime! Hammering away with right hands and forearms to the small of the back of Darkstalka!!! This is our first time seeing Darkstalka in action since his injury last fall...and right now he's not looking so hot!

DD: He's fixing to get burned by Black Blood! Look at this!

VJ: Venom now...Irish whip sends Darkstalka into the ropes...clothesline misses...elbow misses...here comes Darkstalka AGAIN--HIGH FLYING CLOTHESLINE CONNECTS!!! Venom is down, and there's the cover...1...2...NO! He got the shoulder up!!!! Venom just a half count away from coughing up the win here...and watch Darkstalka! Darkstalka winding up on the arm!

DD: Oh no!

VJ: Darkstalka...he might pull a page out of the Undertaker's book and go OLD SCHOOL!

DD: Please, Vince! This idiot Darkstalka's so dumb he flunked recess! What's he know about school?!

VJ: He's giving Venom a Grade A wrestling lesson right here! Irish whip into the buckle...DARKSTALKA FOLLOWS HIM IN WITH A HARD CLOTHESLINE!!!! Venom whipped to the other side...Darkstalka with a head full of steam--OH!!! Venom got the boot up and right into the kisser of Darkstalka! May have went to the well one time too many there, and watch Venom! Venom measuring Darkstalka...Darkstalka back to his feet--OH BOY!!!

DD: HAHA! BLACK BLOOD BABY!!!!!!

VJ: THERE IT IS!!! THE BLOOD VAIN!!!!! Don't tell me...2...HE GOT HIM!!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!!

Announcer: Here is your winner: Venom!!!!

DD: HAHA! What about that, Johnson?!?!?!

VJ: Just like that, Venom with that tremendous chokeslam...outta nowhere, and Darkstalka goes down! That's an impressive NFWA debut for the GNL TV Champ...

DD: Yeah, but do you know what this means, Vince?! That means that tonight Black Blood is 2-0 in matches! Tonight's gonna be another Black Blood night!!!!

VJ: We'll see about that! Up next, ladies and gent...wait a minute! Venom's got that title belt now! What's he...what's Venom do---OH!!!!!! HE JUST BLASTED DARKSTALKA IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THAT BELT!!! C'MON...

DD: HAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHA...

VJ: That's not funny! That...that was totally uncalled for!!!

("Dragula" plays over the PA system as Venom raises the GNL TV Title belt into the air. The camera cuts backstage to the Black Blood locker room, where we see Scarlet KV, Kammy and Firestorm. Suddenly, the door opens, and the Blood Hounds enter the room alongside Psyko Stevo)

KV: Well...

Tristram: We lost him, man!

KV: You....lost him?

T Money: Yeah...he's back here hiding somewhere, dawg! I dunno...

KV: What do you mean you lost him?!

Stevo: He just got away...

KV: (growls) DAMN IT!!! WE ARE BLACK BLOOD! The most dominant force in the NFWA! We are a near-perfect entity!!!! WE CANNOT BE OUTSMARTED BY THAT...THAT...OOOOOH...

Firestorm: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down dude! Listen...I know you're still a little upset by that thing with Rage earlier, but I've got something that's gonna make you happy!

KV: Oh really?

Firestorm: Yeah...I can't tell ya now...I'm going out to the ring! (Laughs) You guys are gonna love it! Just wait!

(Firestorm exits the room with a big smile on his face)

VJ: What the...what's he talking about, Dave?! What does Firestorm have up his sleeve?!

****Commercial****

(Suddenly the arena lights go out, and "N.O.T.O.R.I.O.U.S" By Notorious BIG begins to play over the PA system and all the suden out from behind the curtin emerges Firestorm with two fine hoes on each arm. Firestom is wearing a fine black armoni suit and has his long black hair in a pony tail. He has a cigar in is mouh as he struts confidently to the ring, he gets to the ring and steps up he holds the ring ropes apart so is two find ladies can step through the ropes he then steps over the ropes and grabs a mic.)

Firestorm:Hey, yo... Whats up?! Like the tie? I had it custom made, cost me 3,000 dollars money that some of you will only make in like a year of working,ha ha.

DD:My god that is a silk gold lined Black Blood Tie!

VJ:Where on earth did he get that kind of money?

Firestorm:Well anyway, I would like to call out someone I know very well, I know ya'll is probubly guessing Panther, but hell nah, that shiteater aint worth my time, I am calling out Trish Stratus...

DD:Trish Stratus?! He wants some more of that find pu-tang!

VJ:This is cable telivision!

DD:Yeah?...

(Trish Status's music begins to play as she struts down to the ring she steps up on the ring apron and Firestorm holds open the ring ropes for her. She stands in the ring kind of confused, Firestorm grabs the ring annoncers mic and hands it to Trish Stratus.)

Trish: So what you want?

Firestorm:Well sweety, baby, princess...I want to take us back to the year 2000, yeah been two years know, I want to show the world something they have never seen... roll the tape.

(The Panther tron sparks to life and it is in Panthers office two years ealier. Panter is in his office and he is with Firestorm who looks much different two years earlier. They are sitting in the same room not arguing coperating...)

Panther: Aight, Aight so if I am in trouble you are going to run down and you are going to deliver the big time to that mother fuc*ing foo Foley, got it?

Firestorm: Don't have to tell me twice. I will fuck him up...

Panther: Aight, then just sign here, then you got the commish job no questions asked until June 2002.

***
End Tape***

Firestorm:Lets go to the end of that tape again, what Pantehr said last. Commishiner until Jund 2002, heh heh. It don't matter that I messed up Panther to be the prez of this place, I was the commish technically all the while, so what I am saying is I am the new commish in town Trish!

VJ:Oh no, not this agian

Trish: But...

Firestorm: Hey, Trish their will always be a job for you, you know my left and right arm are taken, but you know I could always use one for my middle arm if you get my drift...? Heh

Trish slaps Firestorm dazing him for a moment. He then looks at her

Firestorm: Hey, maybe I should put you where women were ment to be, in my kitchen bitch!

(Firestorm pushes trish into the ropes he then grabs her by the neck and delivers a Big Time. Firestorm walks out with a sly look on his face.)

DD: HAHAHA! Can you believe that, Vince?!

VJ: Hell no I can't believe it! The son of a bitch...Firestorm...Firestorm is the Commish once again...and Trish...DAMN IT!!!

DD: Vince, this is the greatest thing...what a surprise by the NEW COMMISH!

VJ: Damn it...we need some help out here for Trish...wait just a minute, damn it! Leave her alone! Leave her...Firestorm's got Trish again, damn it!!! No!!! Not again...you son of a bitch, not again!!!

DD: Vince...you can't deny it now...this night is truly...

VJ: WAIT A MINUTE! IT'S PANTHER!!!

DD: WHAT?!

VJ: PANTHER'S COMING TO THE RING!!!! PANTHER'S COMING TO THE RING!!!

DD: LOOK OUT FIRESTORM...OH!!

VJ: PANTHER!!! PANTHER!!! RIGHT HANDS TO FIRESTORM!!!! FIRESTORM BEING ROCKED BY THE CEO...AND LOOK AT THAT SON OF A BITCH RUN!!!

DD: Yeah...get away, Firestorm! That Panther's an idiot!

VJ: Firestorm...he has just laid out Trish Stratus...thank God Panther was able to arrive when he did...but damn it, Dave?! Tell me what he said wasn't true! Tell me...tell me Firestorm isn't the Commish once again!!!!

***Commercial****

***Moment's Ago***

VJ: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the Slam, and this was the scene just moments ago! Firestorm called Trish Stratus...our Commissioner, out to the ring...

DD: She's not our Commish anymore, Vince, CUZ THE MAN IS BACK!!! HAHAHA!

VJ: Yes...Firestorm announcing to the World that due to a clause in his original contract, he is still the NFWA Commissioner! Firestorm is still in power here in the NFWA! Then take a look at this...this savage...brutal attack on a Woman! A brutal attack on Trish Stratus...

DD: Hey, Hey! She had no business putting her hands on Firestorm!

VJ: He had no business doing what he did to Trish! Giving her the Big Time...then the son of a bitch was gonna do it again, if not for Panther!

(***Live Action*** The camera cuts backstage, where Panther, Diamond and a group of EMT's are looking after Trish.)

Trish: (Moaning)

Panther: Trish...calm down! Calm...it's gonna be alright! It's....I promise, I'm gonna kick his oaky ass! Don't worr...

Firestorm (in the background): HAHAHAHA!!!

(Firestorm enters the picture with a huge smile on his face. Panther goes after him, but is held back by Diamond and security)

Firestorm: How bout it P-Dumbass?! Just like old times, ain't it!

Panther: Yeah, bring ya ass over here and I'll show you some old times, bitch!

Firestorm: Oh! Oh...you can't talk to me like that! I'm an official! I'm the Commish, damn it!

Panther: Yeah, well not if I have something to say about it!

Firestorm: Well ya know what, Panther, you don't! It's in writing! I'm the Commish, and until my contract expires, there ain't a damn thing you can do about it! As a matter of fact, you wanna be a tough guy...you wanna fight so bad...how about you fight tonight...against the Player?!?! Yeah...right here tonight, you and Player...one on one! How do you like that, dogg?!

(Firestorm laughs and walks out of the picture, as Panther looks on with an evil glare in his eyes)

DD: HAHA! Oh my God, Vince! Did you hear that?!?!

VJ: Firestorm...CAN HE DO THAT?! Can Firestorm...he just said that tonight Panther will go one on one...with the Player!!!! Oh my God!

DD: What a fan friendly Commish!!!!

Flag Match: Lightning Vs the American Patriot

(The camera focuses on the American Flag, which waves high above one of the ringposts as Star Bangled Banner by Jimmie Hendrix hits the pa's, lights go out, red,white, and blue pyros explode at the entrace way and on the Pantertron shows the Patriot ridding a vintage 68 Harly Davidson with an American eagle on its gas tank.. The crowd gives a mixed reaction (85% positive) as the Patriot walks out onto the stage, rubs his hand through his red, white and blue hair and walks down the entrance ramp to the ring. At ringside, Patriot climbs upon the ring apron, steps through the ring ropes and raises his arms into the air as the crowd reacts in the background)

VJ: There you see him. Made in the USA himself...the Patriot...tonight he has an uphill battle against the former 3-time NFWA Champion Lightning...

DD: Ya know something, Vince! I'm so sick and tired of you shoving that 3-time champion garbage down our throats every week! It's 3 time this! 3 time that! Well the key word in that sentence is FORMER!!!

VJ: What are you trying to say?

DD: Wha...(sighs) listen, I know you're Canadian but try to act like you have a brain for once! See, Kevin Taylor may be a two bit, asslicking jackass, but last week he told it just like it is! He told the whole world that Lightning is nothing but a has been! He's washed up! He's finished!

VJ: oh please!

DD: Don't please me! Whatever Lightning had left in him got squashed when Panther booted his ass right outta the NFWA at On Deadly Ground last year!

VJ: That's ridiculous!

DD: No, your mother's ridiculous! What I speak is the gospel, baby! Lightning's career is dead! It's buried! It's 6 feet under, and after the Patriot whoops his electric ass, we'll never hafta worry about him again!

VJ: Will you stop?!

(The music dies down, the lights dim and 2 lightning bolt criss cross in the rafters and explode on stage. "Ride the Lightning" blasts over the PA system, and loud cheers erupt across the arena as Lightning walks out from the locker room with a look of determination in his eyes. He climbs into the ring, walks to the center of the ring, raises his arms and bring them down as lightning bolts explode from the ringposts. The lights return to normal, the music dies down and referee Jim Jonathan calls for the bell)

Ding Ding Ding!!!

VJ: Well there's the bell and this one is underway! Ladies and gentlemen, the object of this match is to climb up that poll, and the 1st person to pull down the red white and blue will be declared the winner of this match-up!

DD: First off, idiot! It's pronounced pole, not poll!

VJ: I thought that's what I said!

DD: Well to do that you hafta know how to think in the 1st place. And 2nd, I don't think you should be allowed to call this match!

VJ: Excuse me?

DD: That's right! I remember what happened last time Patriot wrestled! You and your Canadianism...

VJ: Will you shut up?! Patriot trying to get this crowd rallied behind him! He's gonna hafta try pretty hard when he's facing a man as popular as Light-OH!!! And here we go!!! Lightning going right to work...

DD: A backfighter, Vince! A backfighter!

VJ: Patriot took his eye off the ball, and right now he's paying for it! And look at Lightning...fist and fire!!! Lightning unloading on the American Patriot! Irish whip now...Patriot off the ropes, ducks the clothesline...Patriot off the other side now--AND LIGHTNING CONNECTS WITH THE THESZ!!! LOU THESZ PRESS!!! PISTON-LIKE RIGHT HANDS off the side of the head of the Patriot!

DD: This is blatant disrespect for everything that America stands for!!

VJ: The Patriot is down, and watch Lightning! Lightning off the ropes...AND DRIVES THE ELBOW RIGHT INTO THE HEART!!! RIGHT INTO THE HEART OF THE PATRIOT!!! AND WATCH LIGHTNING, NOW!!! LIGHTNING'S GOING UP!!!

DD: Oh no...wait a minute! Patriot!!!

VJ: Lightning's headed up to the top rope! Lightning's going for the flag! If he gets it this thing'll be over---OH NO!!! Patriot from behind with an axehandle blow to the small of the back of Lightning! And another one!!! Lightning...Lightning in some trouble here, but he's still reaching!!!! Lightning reaching for the fla---OH MY!!! OH---POWERBOMB!!!!!!!

DD: HAHAHAHA!!!!!!

VJ: What a mo...HE JUST BROKE LIGHTNING IN HALF!!!! Lightning...he's out, Dave! He's out!

DD: Damn it, Patriot! You got him down! Get up there and get the damn flag!!!

VJ: Patriot...what's he doing here?!

DD: GET THE FLAG, BITCH!

VJ: DAVE!!! Patriot's got Lightning by the legs...we could be getting ready to see a Sharpshooter or something like -OH NO!!!! NO!!! Patriot with a boot straight south on the former Champion!! Lightning is writhing in pain!!

DD: F*ck Lightning! Get your red, white and blue ass up there and get the damn flag!!!!

VJ: How many times are we gonna say "red, white, and blue" during this match?

DD: How many guys are gonna screw your momma in the next 10 minutes? Call the match, skankhole!

VJ: (Gives Dave a mean look) Patriot has firm control of this match...and now he's going up! The Patriot...Patriot climbing the ropes! He's going for the flag! Lightning is down on the mat!! If Patriot can get this thing...what a win it would be for him!

DD: Lightning would never be able to show his face in the NFWA again! I'd love it! C'mon, Patriot!

VJ: Patriot...just a few more steps...

DD: C'mon, you idiots! USA! USA! US--HEY!!! NO!!!!!

VJ: OH GOD!!!! OH MY GOODNESS!!! LIGHTNING!!! LIGHTNING JUST SHOVED THE PATRIOT DOWN, AND THE BIG MAN JUST STRADDLED THE TOP ROPE!!!! The Patriot...he'll be singing in a higher octave after that one! And watch Lightning now...HARD RIGHT HAND!!! AND ANOTHER!!! The Patriot hung up on that top rope...

DD: Do something about this, ref!

VJ: Lightning...BIG CLOTHESLINE SENDS THE PATRIOT TUMBLING ALL THE WAY OUT TO THE ARENA FLOOR!!! The Patriot may have hit headfirst off the concrete...and watch Lightning, Dave!!! Watch Lightning!

DD: What's that idiot, doing, Vince?!

VJ: Things fixing to heat up here! Lightning out to the arena floor--what in the blue hell?!! Lightning...he's got the ring stairs!

DD: Wait a minute, Vince! He cannot do this...

VJ: It's no DQ!!! Lightning just grabbed the stairs, and watch the Patriot! Patriot trying to get his wits about him...

DD: Oh no! Vince...he's not gonna...he can't...PATRIOT! LOOK OUT...

VJ: Lightning--OH MY GOODNESS!!!!! LIGHTNING...HE JUST TOSSED THOSE STRAIRS RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF THE PATRIOT!!! RIGHT INTO THE FACE!!! THE PATRIOT HAS JUST BEEN...OH MY GOD!!!!

DD: Oh...Vince, I dunno if he felt the bolt...but he damn sure felt the STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!!!!

VJ: (Shakes his head) Idiot! The Patriot...he may have been busted open by that shot...and now Lightning has him by the hair! Lightning...what's he gonna do here?!

DD: I dunno, but if he comes over here...

VJ: Wait a minute...Lightning dragging the Patriot by that ha--OH!!!!!!! Patriot just slammed headfirst into the Swedish Announce Table!

DD: HAHA! Look out, Sven!

VJ: OH!!!! And again!!!!! The Patriot's head bouncing off that table like a basketball! AND ONE MORE TIME!!! LIGHTNING...LIGHTNING'S JUST VICIOUS!

DD: Hey, Vince! I dunno about the white and blue, but Patriot's definitely gonna be a redhead if ol bolt brain keeps this up...WAIT A MINUTE!!

VJ: OH!!!! PATRIOT JUST WHIPPED FACE-FIRST INTO TH RINGPOST!!!! Patriot...he is getting a true ass whipping from Lightning, and these fans here in Tulsa are loving every minute of it!

DD: that's cuz these fans here in Tulsa are idiots!

VJ: Well fans....we've gotta take a quick commercial break! Our tapes are rolling! If anything happens in this match, we'll show it to you on the other...

***Commercial****

(When the break ends, Patriot and Lightning are back in the ring)

VJ: WE'RE BACK, ladies and gentlemen! Lightning and the Patriot still going at it, and take a look at this now! Irish whip...reversal by the Patriot sends Lightning into the ropes...OH MY!!!!! PATRIOT OUTTA NOWHERE WITH A POWERSLAM!!! LIGHTNING HAS JUST BEEN PLANTED! THERE'S THE COVER...

DD: This is a flag match, you idiot!

VJ: (laughs) Patriot...just realizing there are no pinfalls in this one!

DD: Jackass!!

VJ: Patriot headed over to the corner now...and he's making the climb! Patriot going for the flag, but Lightning's hot on his trail! Lightning...he's got a handful of Patriot's tights...

DD: RAPE!!!!

VJ: Ra...WHAT?! Will you...Lightning trying to pull the Patriot down from that top rope...AND CATCHES A BOOT TO THE MOUTH FOR HIS TROUBLES!!! Lightning reeling after that shot by the Patriot...and watch this now...Patriot on the top...AND CONNECTS WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK!!!!!! Patriot...that's a 300-lb. Man going for a missile dropkick!!!! What...what agility by the Patriot!!

DD: Damn right, Vince! He sure puts the A in USA, doesn't he?

VJ: (Long silence) What the hell is that supposed to mean?

DD: (Shrugs shoulders)

VJ: (Sighs) The Patriot has Lightning by the hair once again...and drives the knee into the gut!! And again!!! Lightning reeling here, and watch Patriot! Off the ropes...Lightning ducks the clothesline...misses with the right hand--OH!!!!! THEY NAILED EACH OTHER!!! BOTH LIGHTNING AND THE PATRIOT GO DOWN!!!!!

DD: Damn it...Patriot was up on top, Vince! Why the hell didn't he grab the flag?!

VJ: Well when you're in the heat of battle...

DD: Heat of battle my ass! He had the match won right there! C'mon, Patriot!

VJ: Well both men trying to get back to their feet here! What a match this has been! Lightning certainly being put to the test, and watch this now! Patriot...Patriot starting to make the climb once again...and look at Lightning! Lightning...Lightning's climbing as well!

DD: What?!

VJ: Both Lightning and the Patriot climbing the turnbuckle...Lightning and the Patriot...both men going for the flag! Going for the glory...AND PATRIOT NAILS LIGHTNING WITH A HARD RIGHT HAND!!! Patriot...LIGHTNING FIRES BACK!!!! Ladies and gentlemen...Patriot and Lightning trading blows on the top rope...

DD: Patriot's winning!

VJ: He is not! Patriot and Lightning...fighting for the flag! Fighting fo--OH MY GOODNESS!!! LIGHTNING GOES DOWN!!! LIGHTNING GOES DOWN!!!

DD: HAHAHA!!! C'MON PATRIOT!!

VJ: Lightning fell from the top! Patriot's all alone! Patriot's home free!

DD: Damn it, Patriot! This is your chance, man! All you've gotta do is go up just a liiiiiittle bit higher, and you're a legend! Just grab the flag and you're at the top of the NFWA...Lightning will be gone forever, and you will reign supreme for truth, justice, and the American Waaaaaaaay!!!

VJ: LOW BLOW!!!!!

DD: NO!!!

VJ: LIGHTNING!!! LIGHTNING JUST RACKED THE PATRIOT WITH AN UNBELIEVABLE LOW BLOW!!!! THE PATRIOT IS HURT! THE PATRIOT IS WRITHING IN PAIN! AND LIGHTNING IS GOING UP!!! LIGHTNING IS GOING UP!!

DD: NO WAY!!!

VJ: Lightning's headed to the top with the Patriot...

DD: Damn it, Vince! Somebody do something about this!!!

VJ: Lightning has the Patriot!...is he gonna do what I think...yes! Ladies and gentlemen! Here it comes! Here it comes...THE LIGHTNING ROD!!!!!!!!! FROM THE TOP ROPE!!! THIS THING IS OVER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!

DD: No it's not! No it's not! GET UP PATRIOT!!!

VJ: LIGHTNING MAKING THE CLIMB!

DD: GET UP!!!!!!

VJ: LIGHTNING...LIGHTNING...

DD: GET UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

VJ: HE GOT IT!!!!!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!!!

Announcer: Here is your winner: Lightning!!!!!

DD: Damn it!!! Damn it, Vince!!!

VJ: Lightning pulls down the flag, and this thing is all over! Lightning stands victorious, and listen to this crowd?!

DD: Ahh, these people can kiss my ass, Vince! Patriot had this thing won and you know it!

VJ: Patriot...he put up a fight, but in the end, the Lightning Rod did the trick, and Lightning has won this thing! Now what about it, Dave?! Is he still washed up?! Huh?!

DD: (Holding his nose) Well, judging by the smell out here obviously not!!!

VJ: What a match-up!!!!

(The camera cuts back to the Riot Makerz' dressing room, where Amy Dumas is standing with Johnny Havok)

AD: Vince, Dave, I'm back here with the World Champion, Johnny Havok, and Johnny, I know this has been an emotional couple of weeks for you...ya know...with your fiancee being abducted and all, but earlier tonight, you were challenged by the Player for a shot at the World Title. You never really gave him an answer...

Havok: I tell ya what, Amy...the Player wants a shot at me? Well next week...FNS! All he has to do is step up to the plate! All he has to do is show up, and I will show him just like I showed Bruiser...just like I showed Lightning...and just like I've showed the whole damn world! I will show him that I am a true Champion...and I will show him that Johnny Havok is...THAT damn good!

AD: Well...that's great. Any news on the Krystal situation?

Havok: Well, Amy...

(Suddenly the telephone rings in the background)

Havok: Huh? What the...

(The phone rings again. Havok holds up a finger to Amy before walking over to the phone and answering it)

Havok: Hello...WHO IS THIS?!?!? WHO...SH*T!!!!!!!

(Havok tosses the phone against the wall and storms out of the room)

AD: Johnny!!!! Johnny!!!!

***Commercial for Strydex Pads...starring X-Pac...followed by about 14.24 X-Box commercials****

(The scene opens in the parking lot, where we see Johnny Havok leaving the arena with his luggage)

VJ: Welcome back to the Slam! There you see Johnny Havok...

DD: The show's not over yet? Where's he going?

VJ: Havok...just before the break, he got a phone call...I'm not sure who was on the other end of that phone...but I've got a feeling it's got something to do with Krystal.

(Havok hops into his car, revs the engine and tears out of the parking lot. The camera cuts to the hallway outside of the VIP room, where we see Panther and Diamond talking)

Diamond: Are you sure?!

Panther: Yeah...the contract holds up! I can't do anything about it.

Diamond: Well...damn. Can't you cancel the match or something? I mean...you're the CEO!

Panther: (Sighs) Nah. See...I made Firestorm the Commish when I was the Prez. His contract says that the only person that can overrule his decisions is the Prez. (Sighs) There's really nothing I can do...

DD: HAHA! Ya hear that, Vince?! Ya know what that means?!

VJ: Oh my goodness...ladies and gentlemen...Firestorm is the Commish, and later tonight we're gonna see it! Panther Vs the Player! This is unbelievable!!!!

X-Treme Title: Psyko Stevo (Champion) Vs The Rocker

(Pyro explodes everywhere as "Points of Authority" plays over the PA system. The crowd cheers wildly as the Rocker walks out on stage accompanied by "Deadly Candy" Alyssa Sanders. He's wearing a red t-shirt that reads "APOCALYPSE" in big black letters. The pair walks down the entrance ramp, Rocker slides into the ring and raises his arms into the air as the crowd cheers loudly in the background. The music dies down, the lights dim and "Between Angels and Insects" plays over the PA system. The crowd boos loudly as thick, white smoke pours out from the locker room, a bright red light shines on the entrance and...NO ONE COMES OUT)

VJ: Well ladies and gentlemen...we are awaiting the X-Treme Champion.

DD: Where is he, Vince?

VJ: I dunno. Psyko Stevo...a card carrying member of Black Blood...

DD: Oh no! Vince...you don't think...you don't think that idiot Rage got to Stevo in the back, do you?!

VJ: Well earlier on, Black Blood said they couldn't find him! Could Rage have...

(Suddenly, the Panthertron lights up, showing Psyko Stevo in the boiler room. Next to him is a shopping cart filled with various weapons)

VJ: Wait a minute...there he is! Psyko Stevo...where the hell is he, Dave?! Is he...is that the boiler room?

DD: (Soft laughter) I shoulda known, Vince! It's like KV said...it's now way Rage and his non-perfect ass can come close to touching Black Blood!

VJ: Actually, he said...

DD: Shut up before I smack ya!

Stevo: Well, well, well! (Devilish grin) So this is the 1st FNS of 2002...right?! Well folks...I really hope you've enjoyed this night so far...because it's about to get just a little bit more exciting!!! Rocker...it's a new year...how bout we give these people something to remember?

DD: What the...

VJ: What's he talking about?

Stevo: Oh...you don't get it, Rocker? Well lemme make it clear for ya...if you want the title...you'll bring it back here to the boiler room!!!! (Mild pop from the crowd)

DD: The boiler room?!

VJ: Psyko Stevo...challenging the Rocker to come back to the boiler ro--OH!!! THAT'S DAN HIBIKI!!!!!

DD: WHAT?!?!!

VJ: DAN HIBIKI...DAN HIBIKI IS HERE!!! HIBIKI IS HERE, LADIES AND GENT...oh wait! That's not him! My bad!

DD: (Rolls eyes) idiot!

VJ: Ladies and gentlemen, Psyko Stevo has told the Rocker to bring it back to the locker room...and ladies and gentlemen, it looks like Rocker's bringing it back to the locker room!

DD: I dunno, Vince! Knowing this Rocker he might be headed to the 1st train out of town! He's a big coward, ya know!

VJ: He is not! Rocker backstage now...Rocker on his way to the boiler room...

DD: HAHA! I don't even think he knows where the boiler room is, Vince!

VJ: You may be right! Rocker...Psyko Stevo awaiting the Rocker. He said that if Rocker wants that title shot, he's gotta bring it back to the boiler room...

DD: Hey! Ask that chick right there. She might know where the boiler room is!

(Rocker turns down a corridor backstage and walks towards 2 red doors. There's a big black sign on the door that reads "CAUTION: BOILER ROOM")

VJ: There it is, Dave!!!! There's the boiler room!

DD: Are you ready, Vince?!

VJ: I'm ready! Is Rocker ready?!

DD: Oh...he's gonna get the beating of his life...HAHA!

VJ: The doors have been opened, and here comes Rocker--WATCH STEVO!!!! ROCKER DODGES THE SPEAR...

DD: WAIT A MINUTE...OH!!!!!!!!!!

VJ: STEVO WENT FLYING RIGHT INTO THOSE STEEL DOORS!!! PSYKO STEVO...HE MAY HAVE KNOCKED HIMSELF OUT, DAVE!

DD: Stevo...you're near-perfect! You are not supposed to f*ck up like that!!!!

VJ: Stevo is down! Stevo is down and watch the Rocker! The Rocker has that shopping cart!

DD: That does not belong to you, you idiot!

VJ: Stevo trying to get back to his feet, and watch the Rocker! Rocker with a head full of steam! Stevo---OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!! THAT METAL SHOPPING CART JUST DRIVEN RIGHT INTO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!!! STEVO IS OUT!!! STEVO IS OUT! THERE'S THE COVER...1...2...3!!! DAMN IT WHERE THE HELL IS THE REF?!?!?!

DD: What the...THAT IDIOT LOCKED THE REF OUTTA THE BOILER ROOM!!!! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

VJ: Great! We've got an X-Treme Title match going on backstage, and we don't even have damn ref! Watch Rocker here...Rocker trying to get those doors opened back up...I have never in all my years seen anything like this! And look at Stevo! Stevo...oh my God, Rocker!!! Turn around!!!

DD: SHHHH!!! Be quiet, Vince!

VJ: Stevo just grabbed a window pane!!! My God, no!!! No!!! Look out, Rocker...OH MY GOOOD!!!!!!

DD: OH NO!!!!! YOU IDIOT!!!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL, VINCE?!

VJ: Stevo just charged in with that piece of glass...and referee Peterson...(laughs)

DD: It's not funny!

VJ: Referee Peterson opened the door...and that glass just shattered in the face of the Psykotic one!

DD: Vince, this is a 1st class conspiracy and you know it!

VJ: I don't know anything!

DD: Yeah, well that's true! But this is nothing but a conspiracy against Black Blood! Panther is paying these idiots...these dumb ass referees...OH MY GOD HE'S GOT A GUN!!!

VJ: What the...OH NO!!!!! ROCKER JUST PULLED A GUN!!! HE JUST PULLED A GUN OUT OF THAT CART!!! THIS IS GOING TOO FAR DAMN IT!!! This is...

DD: Um...NO BULLETS...OOOH!

VJ: OH MY!!!! Leg sweep by Stevo, and Rocker fell right on the glass! Right on the glass, and watch Stevo...STANDING MOONSAULT ON THE ROCKER!!! ON THE GLASS! THIS ONE COULD BE ALL...2...NO!!! He got the shoulder up!!!

DD: (Deep breath) Oh man, Vince! Can you believe that skankhole was actually gonna shoot Psyko Stevo?!

VJ: Well Stevo had better be thanking his lucky stars that was an empty pistol...and now he's got the gun! What's he gonna do with it here...OH!!!!! RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF THE ROCKER!!!! AND AGAIN!!! AND AGAIN!!! HE'S PISTOL WHIPPING THE ROCKER!!!

DD: HAHA! Yeah! He may not be able to bust a cap in his ass...but he can damn sure...whip his ass! Go Stevo, go!!!

VJ: Stevo is all over the Rocker...this thing is just...crazy! My God!!! He's got Rocker by the hair... Irish whip...reversal by the Rocker...AND STEVO GOES CRASHING HARD INTO THE SHOPPING CARD!!!! WE'VE GOT WEAPONS ALL OVER THE BOILER ROOM FLOOR!!!!!

DD: Cleanup on aisle 7!!! I repeat! Cleanu--

VJ: HEY, LISTEN YOU SON OF A BITCH! THAT WASN'T FUNNY THE 1ST TIME YOU SAID IT!!! IT'S NOT FUNNY NOW! SO FOR THE LAST TIME...SHUT...THE HELL...UP!!!!!!!

DD: (Brief silence) Geez! Who pissed in your Kool-Aid?

VJ: Your mamma! Watch Rocker...Stevo trying to get back to his feet--ROCKER DROPPER MISSES...STEVO WITH THAT GARBAGE CAN LID JUST KNOCKED THE HELL OUTTA THE ROCKER!!!!! Rocker is down! There's the cover by Stevo...1...2...NO!!! Rocker able to kickout once again!!! Oh my goodness, what a match!

DD: Look at that shopping cart...well look at what's left of it!

VJ: Yes! Rocker missed with that Rocker Dropper and landed right on that cart, and now look at Stevo! He just pulled something out of that...oh no!

DD: STEEL, VINCE! STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!!!!

VJ: STEVO'S GOT STEEL! Rocker's trying to get back to his feet...AND HE CATCHES A HARD SHOT TO THE BACK OF THE KNEE BY STEVO!!!!! AND AGAIN!!!!! Psyko Stevo is hammering that leg like a railroad spike!

DD: Yeah! He's gonna make him a cripple, just like that idiot Rage!!!

VJ: Yeah, you'd better watch what you say about Rage! He's still somewhere in this arena from what I hear! He could show up out here and...

DD: Please...he ain't that stupid, Vince! Close...but he ain't there yet! Trust me!

VJ: Rocker trying to get back to his feet, and Stevo's measuring him! Stevo waiting on Rocker...what's he thinking here...OH! He just tossed Rocker the chair...AND THE ROCKER JUST USED IT!!!!!

DD: NOOOO!

VJ: STEVO IS DOWN!!! STEVO IS DOWN!!!! ROCKER WITH THE COVER!!! 1...2...NEW CHAMPION! NO!!! It was only a 2!!!!

DD: Damn it, Vince! Your Canadian ass can't count in the 1st place, so quit trying to count out Black Blood!

VJ: Some of that Black Blood may have just been spilled after that last shot! Stevo trying to get back to his feet...

DD: What the hell is that idiot doing?!

VJ: Huh? Rocker's got that cart! Rocker's got...OH NO HE'S NOT!!! NO...ROCKER JUST PICKED UP THAT ENTIRE SHOPPING CART!!!

DD: Hell no!!!

VJ: Hell yeah!!! Rocker bringing that cart over to the X-Treme Champion! What in the hell is that man think---GOOOOOOOOOOD GOD!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!! STEVO JUST BOOTED THAT CART RIGHT BACK INTO THE FACE OF THE ROCKER!!!!!!!

DD: HAHAHA!!! Vince...have you ever seen anything like that in your life?!

VJ: Hell no! In all my years...Stevo just knocked the hell outta the Rocker, and look at this!!! Stevo...climbing that boiler!!!! Psyko Stevo is climbing to the top of that boiler!

DD: Vince, that can't be good for the pipes!

VJ: What?!

DD: That's right! Call the match! Chop, chop!

VJ: (Brief silence) Rocker trying to shove that huge shopping cart off of his face, and look at the Psykotic one! Stevo's atop the boiler! Stevo's gonna fly!!! Stevo...OH MY GOODNESS!!! THE PSYKOTIC SENTON!!!!!! FROM THE TOP OF THE BOILER ONTO THE ROCKER!!!! THIS THING'S OVER...2...3!!!!! HE GOT HIM!!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!!!

Announcer: Here is your winner, and STILL NFWA X-Treme Champion: Psyko Stevo!!!!!!

DD: HAHAHAA!!! Black Blood! Black Blood! Black Blood!!!!

VJ: Psyko Stevo with an impressive win...my goodness! You've gotta hand it to the Champion! That was without a shadow of a doubt one helluva...

DD: RAGE!!!!

VJ: What....OH!!!!!!!!! RAGE!!!!!!! RAGE FROM BEHIND JUST NAILED STEVO IN THE HEAD WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR!!!!!

DD: Oh my God, Vince! Somebody call 911!!!

VJ: Rage is in the boiler room! Stevo is down..and Rage is putting that chair on the ankle of Psyko Stevo!!!

DD: Oh my God...damn it, Vince! Where the hell is security?! Where the hell...

VJ: Rage has put that chair on the ankle of Stevo! Don't tell me he's gonna---OOOOOOOOOOOH GOD!!!!!!!!

DD: NO!!!!!!

VJ: RAGE!!!! RAGE MAY HAVE JUST SHATTERED THAT ANKLE!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!! OHHHHH MYYYY GOOOOOOOOODDD!!!

DD: HE HAS GOT TO BE THROWN IN JAIL!!!!!!

(Rage runs out of the room as Stevo lies on the floor screaming in pain. The camera zooms in on the fallen Stevo before fading to black)

*****Commercial*****

NFWA SLAM of the Night

FNS (12/28/01):

VJ: Boot to the midsection caught...OH!!!!! ENZUIGIRI!!!!!!!!! RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! THIS ONE'S ALL...1...2...3!!!!! HE GOT HIM!!!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!!

Announcer: Here is your winner: Scarlet KV!!!

VJ: Scarlet KV...outta nowhere with that enzuigiri picks up the victory... Hey wait just a minute! KV just pulled Ahmad into the ring!!! What is the meaning of this?!

DD: Well...you heard what he said about KV's mom, right...

VJ: oh wait just a..no! He's a manager, damn it! No...TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!!!!! AHMAD ITANI HAS JUST BEEN PLANTED...WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?! WHAT THE...AND LOOK AT KAMMY!!! KAMMY WHIPPING THE HELL OUTTA THE MAGDRA WITH THAT BULLWHIP!! KAMMY...DAMN IT! This is uncalled for! The match is over, damn it!

DD: Well I'll have you know that when Magdra and Kammy were together, Magdra would come over Kammy's house in drunken rages and do this all the time! Kammy's just getting her paybac--

VJ: YOU'RE HIDEOUS..AND SO IS THIS DAMN ATTACK ON THE MAGDRA!!! 2 weeks in a row, KV and Kammy...KV's got him up again! Don't do that!!!! KV's got Magdra...oh no---NO!!!!!!!! SPIKE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!!!! DAMN IT...THE MAGDRA AND AHMAD HAVE JUST BEEN LAID OUT!!!

("Dragula" blasts over the PA system and the crowd boos and tosses trash into the ring)

VJ: Damn him!!! Damn him to hell!

(***LIVE ACTION**** The scene opens back in the Black Blood dressing room, where Firestorm, the Blood Hounds, Darkest Desires, Venom and a few EMT's are looking after Psyko Stevo)

Stevo: (Clutching his ankle) AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

EMT: Mr. Stevo...just stay calm! Just stay calm. Please...

Firestorm: STAY CALM?!?! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN STAY CALM?! WE'VE GOT A DAMN MANIAC ROAMING THE ARENA WITH A DEADLY WEAPON AND YOU'RE TELLING US TO STAY CALM?!

EMT: Sir...

Firestorm: No, you listen! This sh*t has gone far enough for tonight! Breaking into our dressing room is one thing, but to do what he did to Stevo...ya know what? I'm the Commish! And I'm gonna show Rage what happens when you f*ck with Black Blood! Next week...Tristram...T Money...you two are gonna fight Rage in Handicap Match!!!! No...handicap cage match...no...ELECTRIC CAGE MATCH!!!! With barbwire...and C4!!!!

Tristram: (Smiles) I like that!

Firestorm: Yeah...I do too! And next week, I hope you cripple his sorry ass!

T Money: (Chuckles) You ain't got nothing to worry about, dawg! His ass belongs to us!

(The EMT's continue to look after Stevo as the camera cuts out to ringside for the next match)

The Magdra and Ahmad Itani Vs Kammy and Scarlet KV

(The arena lights dim as "Dragula" blasts over the PA system. The crowd boos wildly as Scarlet KV and Kammy walk out onto the stage and head down the entrance ramp to ringside. KV helps Kammy into the ring, then slides in after her.)

VJ: Well there they are...Scarlet KV and Kammy...

DD: The 1st Couple of the NFWA!

VJ: Don't go there!

DD: What?!

VJ: Nevermind. Scarlet KV...the #1 Contender for the World Title...and I can't believe what we just heard backstage! Our Commish...Firestorm...I still can't believe that! He's signed a match for next week...it's gonna be Rage taking on the Blood Hounds in an Electric Cage match!!!!

DD: Isn't that great, Vince?!

VJ: HELL NO IT'S NOT GREAT! IT'S A DAMN ASSASSINATION!

DD: Assassination my ass, Vince! Firestorm is just giving these people a match they wanna see! He's giving these people entertainment! He is without a shadow of a doubt the most fan friendly Commish we've ever had!

VJ: And we're stuck with the son of a bitch until June! Damn it!

("Dragula" dies down, the lights return to normal and "Never Again" by Ja Rule blasts over the PA system. Smoke pours out from the locker room, and the crowd goes wild as the Magdra walks out onto the stage, followed by Ahmad Itani and Lisa)

VJ: Here they come!!!!!

DD: "Here they come"!!! They need to take their asses to a damn rehab clinic!

VJ: The Magdra and Ahmad...and we saw what happened last week! We saw what damage Scarlet KV and Kammy caused, and you can be damn sure that they're not happy!

DD: I don't give a damn if these idiots are happy or not! Scarlet KV is the uncrowned World Champ! He can do what he wants when he wants, and if they don't like it...

VJ: Wait a minute!!!!

DD: GET AWAY, KAMMY!!!!!

DING DING DING!!!!!

VJ: WHOA!!!! THERE'S THE BELL AND MAGDRA WASTING NO TIME!!! THE MAGDRA IS GOING RIGHT AFTER SCARLET KV!!!! AND LOOK AT HIM GO!!!! RIGHT HANDS!!!! RAPID FIRE RIGHTS!!! TAGGING THE JAW OF THE PSYCHO OF MADNESS!

DD: C'mon, Jenkins! Illegal use of the hands....OH!!!

VJ: OH GOD, WHAT A SHOT!!! SCARLET KV JUST KNOCKED FOR A LOOP!!! Magdra with the cover...1...2...NO!!!! KV manages to somehow kick out, and look at Psycho of Madness now!!!! Scarlet KV running out to the arena floor!

DD: Hey, he ain't running! This damn Magdra's in there cheating his ass off in there, and this skankasaurus Stephanie Jenkins is letting him get away with it! He probably told the bitch he'd hook her up with one if his crackhead girlfriends if she helped them win the match!

VJ: SHE'S NOT A LESBIAN!!

DD: I don't give a damn what she is! They're trying to put the screws KV!!!!

VJ: Kammy out on the floor with KV now...trying to calm her man down...lord only knows how these two hooked up...

DD: Vince, don't hate cuz your right hand...

VJ: Hey wait a minute! Watch Ahmad!!! Ahmad's out there now!

DD: Run, Kammy! Run!

VJ: Watch Ahmad...OH!!!! RIGHT HAND TO THE JAW OF KV!!! AND HE TOSSES HIM RIGHT BACK IN TO THE MAGDRA!!!!!! Scarlet KV right back into the ring...MAGDRA WITH A SCHOOLBOY!

DD: NOOOO!

VJ: 1....2....HE GOT HIM...NO! Only a 2!!!

DD: That was a fast count and you know it, Vince! You know it!

VJ: OH!!! KV backed into the buckle now...and Magdra makes the tag to Ahmad...and right now we get to see Mr. Itani in action for the very 1st time here in the NFWA!

DD: Yeah...and KV's gonna knock his ass outta acti--WHAT IN THE HELL??? HEY REF!!! REF!!!!!

VJ: OH MY GOODNESS!!! MAGDRA JUST DREW KAMMY INTO THE RING, AND LOOK AT THE DOUBLE TEAM!!!! AHMAD AND THE MAGDRA!!! AHMAD AND THE THE MAGDRA DOING A NUMBER ON KV THE OFFICIAL'S BACK! AND THIS CROWD IS LOVING IT!!!

DD: Damn it, Steph! You Kamikaze slut! Turn around!!! No! Don't turn around! No!!!

VJ: Ahmad with an arrogant cover...1...2...KV kicks out!!! I don't care who you are, you're not beating Scarlet KV with a move like that!

DD: These 2 idiots are breaking every rule in the book! That TOTALLY lacks honor!

VJ: Ahmad with a handful of hair--OH! KV with a shot right to the throat...AND A JAWBREAKER!!!! Ahmad Itani goes down...and what about this now?! KV just made the tag to Kammy!!! Kammy is the legal person in this match!!!

DD: Uh...wait a minute, Vince! I dunno about this! I mean...I like Kammy and all, but I don't think she needs to be in there with this Itani, guy! He might throw her down and try to rape her!

VJ: What is it with you and rape tonight?! Kammy going face to face with Ahmad...talking trash to the manager of the Magdra!

DD: Look at this guy!! Undressing Kammy with his eyes! What a pervert!

VJ: He is not! Ahmad...I don't think he wants to fight a Kammy! Ahmad...he's backing away!

DD: He's scared, Vince!

VJ: He isn't scared at all! I think...I think Ahmad wants to be a gentlemen here...OH MY GOD! Kammy just slapped the taste outta his mouth!

DD: HAHA!

VJ: Kammy...she just slapped the hell outta Ahmad, and Ahmad isn't happy about that! Ahmad...Kammy's begging him to hit her! Begging for Itani...and he won't do it! Ahmad won't do it! AND SHE SLAPS HIM AGAIN!!!!! Kammy just slapped Ahmad a 2nd time...and Ahmad still refusing to strike Kammy!

DD: What a pussy!!!

VJ: Stop it!

DD: Oh c'mon, Vince! If that was me in there,I don't give a damn if Kammy was a man, woman of hermaphrodite! I'da knocked her right on her ass!

VJ: Ahmad still trying to be the bigger person! Trying to restrain himself from stricking Kammy...and listen to that little jezebel! Kammy talking smack! Kammy all up in the face of Ahmad...and Ahmad talking right back! We've got some heated words in there...

DD: He's all mouth and no action...WHAT THE F*CK?!?!?!

VJ: OH!!!!!!! HE HIT KAMMY!!!! AHMAD WITH A RIGHT HAND JUST CAUGHT KAMMY RIGHT ON THE JAW!!!

DD: OH MY GOD, HE HIT A WOMAN!!!

VJ: He...didn't you just say...

DD: THAT BRUTE!!! HE NEEDS TO BE SHOT, DAMN IT! GET HIM KV!!!!!

VJ: OH!!! KV INTO THE RING AND RUNS RIGHT INTO A BIG BACK BODY DROP!!!! KV back to his feet...he's in the wrong corner...AND WALKS RIGHT INTO A RIGHT HAND FROM THE MAGDRA!!!! AND AN INVERTED ATOMIC DROP FROM AHMAD...ITANI SPIKES HIM WITH A DDT!!!! THERE'S THE COVER...1...2...KV WITH THE KICKOUT! Folks...we've gotta take another break!!! Don't go away, we'll be back as FNS continues!!!!

***Commercial***

(When the break ends, KV has Ahmad set up on the top)

VJ: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the Slam!!! Scarlet KV has Ahmad setup on the top!

DD: Incoming! Incoming...HAHA!!!

VJ: BIG SUPERPLEX BY KV!!!! THE MAGDRA ALMOST DRIVEN THROUGH THE MAT!!! There's the cover...1...2...NO!!! Ahmad able to get a shoulder up! Ladies and gentlemen, what a night it has been here in Tulsa...and we've still got a Tag Title match! We've still got Team Bruiser Vs the Blood Hounds...not to mention Panther and the Player! I can't believe that!

DD: Wait a minute! Kammy wants some, Vince!

VJ: Huh...Kammy on the apron...begging Scarlet KV to be tagged in...and he obliges!!! It's Kammy Vs Ahmad pt. 2!!!

DD: HAHA! Pay attention, Vince! Kammy's fixing to show this idiot what Black Blood is all about...

VJ: OH!!!! Kammy with a hard kick to the chest of Ahmad!!!! AND ANOTHER ONE!!!! Kammy...those vicious martial arts kicks...lighting up the torso...AND THERE'S ONE TO THE HEAD!!!! Ahmad is down!! Ahmad is down!!!! Kammy with the cover...1...2...NO!!! Ahmad able to get the shoulder up...

DD: HAHA! Vince, can you imagine how embarrassing it woulda been for him to lose to a broad?!

VJ: You've got some nerve!!!

DD: What?!

VJ: Lose to a broad! Look at Kammy now! Kammy cinching up on the head of Ahmad! Modified reverse chinlock...hey ref, watch that forearm! That could be a choke!

DD: Choke?! Vince I'm surprised at you! Black Blood would never stoop to choking a man in a match!

VJ: Right.

DD: Yeah! Unlike this idiot Magdra, Black Blood has honor!

VJ: Stephanie Jenkins is right in there to Ahmad is still there! Kammy squeezing on that head, as Scarlet KV looks on with a sick smile on his face! The arm just dropped!!!

DD: Oh my God, Vince! This is great!

VJ: Ahmad's arm dropped once...referee Jenkins checks it again...and it drops again!!!!! If it drops again...if it drops one more time, this match is over!

DD: C'mon, Kammy! Just a little more pressure!!! Just a little bit...

VJ: The arm goes up a 3rd time...it...it...stays....OH!!!!! elbow to the gut and he hold is broken!!!!!! Ahmad has managed to escape, but watch Kammy! Kammy's not outta this one ye...(LOUD CROWD POP) OH...MY...

DD: OH NO!!!! VINCE!!!!

VJ: I...I...I'M NOT EVEN GONNA CALL THAT!!!!! Ahmad just grabbed a handful of Kammy...does that hurt as much as I think it does?!

DD: Oh my God, Vince, he's molesting Kammy...OOOOOH!!!

VJ: OH MY GOODNESS!!!!! GORILLA PRESS SLAM BY AHMAD!!!! AND LOOK AT THE MAGDRA! Magdra looking for the tag!!!! KV wants in as well! We've got a race for the tag, ladies and gentlemen...who's gonna get there 1st?! Will it be Kammy or Ahmad?!

DD: Damn it, Vince! Say we call the police and we report this Itani guy! That was a sex crime, and you know it!

VJ: Kammy crawling towards KV!!! Ahmad....THERE'S THE TAG TO KV!!! AND IN COMES THE MAGDRA!!!!

DD: NOOOO!!!!

VJ: The Magdra's in!!! The Magdra's in!!!! Right hand blocked...HE CONNECTS WITH ONE OF HIS OWN!!!!! And another one sends KV flying back into the buckle!!! Watch this now...Irish whip...KV HITS HARD OFF THE BUCKLE!!! AND AGAIN!!! Scarlet KV being whipped from pillar to post! Pillar to post!!! Magdra off the ropes...THERE'S THE BULLDOG!!! BULLDOG!!! There's the cover...1...2...OH!!!!

DD: KAMMY!!!!

VJ: Kammy went for a big splash, but she got the wrong man!!! She got KV!!! And watch Ahmad now! Ahmad back in the ring...

DD: Kammy...look out!!!

VJ: OH!!! Flying forearm by Ahmad sends Kammy through the ropes!!!! Kammy is down...OH!!! KV with a low blow to Ahmad!!!! What a cheap shot by Scarlet KV!

DD: That's payback for what he did to his girl earlier! Nobody touches Kammy that way and live!

VJ: Watch Magdra here! He's got KV by the hair...OH! Inverted atomic drop by KV!!! There's a boot to the midsection...and here it comes again!!! Piledriver! We've seen this before!

DD: HAHA! It's all over now, Vince!

VJ: If KV hits this move, this match will be over! Yes! Here it comes! Piledr--NO!!!!

DD: What?!

VJ: LOW BLOW!!!!! MAGDRA JUST RACKED KV WITH A LOW BLOW OF HIS OWN!!!!

DD: Vince...he cannot do that...NO!

VJ: YES!!! MAGDRA HAS KV!!!! MAGDRA HAS HIM SETUP!!!!

DD: KAMMYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

VJ: OOOOOOOH...POWERBOMB!!!!!!! POWERBOMB!!! MAGDRA WITH THE ROLL THROUGH!!!!

DD: NO!!!

VJ: 1...2...3!!!!!!! HE GOT HIM!!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!!!

Announcer: Here are your winners, the team of the Magdra and Ahmad Itani!!!!!!

DD: WHAT A CHEATER!!!!!

VJ: WHAT A WIN FOR THE MAGDRA!!!! OH YEAH!!!!!

DD: Oh no!!! Vince, that was nothing but a World Class fluke...and you know it!

VJ: Hey wait a minute! KAMMY WITH A LOW BLOW ON AHMAD ON THE OUTSIDE!!!!!!! C'MON!!!

DD: Serves that idiot right--HEY!!!!!!!

VJ: And now Magdra had Kammy!!! Magdra with a handful of Kammy's hair...

DD: Unhand her you fiend!!! Get him KV!!!

VJ: OH!!! Scarlet KV from behind with a clip to the back of the knee!! The Magdra is down...and look at that no good, lousy...Scarlet KV putting the boots to the Magdra! The match is over, damn it! Leave him alone!

DD: Vince, nobody screws the Psycho of Madness and gets away with it!

VJ: KV has the Magdra now...c'mon! This ain't right, damn it! This ain't ri--TOMBSTONE ON THE MAGDRA!!!!!!! SCARLET KV JUST TOMBSTONED THE MAGDRA...DAMN IT!!!!! What a sore...what's Kammy doing?! Kammy's got a chair now!!!! Kammy with a CHAIRSHOT TO THE BACK OF AHMAD!!!!! AHMAD IS DOWN...AND KAMMY JUST TOSSED THAT CHAIR INTO THE RING!!!! Black Blood is gonna try and end this man's career!

DD: And it couldn't happen to a nicer guy, Vince!

VJ: C'mon, KV!!! No!!! Scarlet KV has the Magdra up again! No! No!! Not on the chair!

DD: Bye bye, Magdra!!!

VJ: Tombstone on the chair...don't tell me he's gonna tombsto---WAIT A MINUTE!!!!! RAGE!!!!! RAGE FROM THE CROWD!!!!! RAGE FROM THE CROWD!!!

DD: KV!!!! LOOK OUT!!!

VJ: OH!!!!!!! He just nailed him right in the back with that baseball bat!! No pun intended! Scarlet KV is reeling after that shot...and watch Rage! Rage has him KV...

DD: NO!!!

VJ: TOTAL ANNIHILATION!!!!!! SCARLET KV HAS JUST BEEN SPIKED!!!! AND NOW KAMMY'S IN THE RING!!! And look at her! Kammy all up in the face of the One Man Riot!!

DD: Oh no!!! Get outta there, Kammy!!! He'll hit you too!

VJ: This could be a mistake here! Kammy talking some serious--OH!!!! SHE JUST SLAPPED RAGE RIGHT IN THE FACE...OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!

DD: YOU IDIOT!!!!!!

VJ: HE JUST HIT HER WITH THE BAT!!!! RAGE HAS JUST KO'D KAMMY...MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE HE JUST DID THAT!!! KAMMY IS DOWN!!! KAMMY IS DOWN! AND HERE COME THE BLOOD HOUNDS!!! TRISTRAM AND T MONEY ON THEIR WAY OUT HERE...AND RAGE MAKING A QUICK ESCAPE THROUGH THE CROWD!!!!!!

DD: SOMEBODY GET THAT IDIOT! GET HIM!

VJ: Rage has just made an impact, folks!!! KV is down!!!! Kammy is down!!!! We've gotta go to a commercial break! Stay with us!!!!

***Commercial***

(The scene cuts backstage, where we see Panther walking out of the VIP room. Suddenly, he's approached by Kevin Taylor)

KT: Excuse me...Panther!! Can I get a word with you?

Panther: You better hurry your ass up! What do you want?

KT: Well...earlier tonight, Firestorm...our new Commish signed a match between you and the Player. Are you worried in anyway?

Panther: Well first off, Taylor, Firestorm comes out here tonight with his little suit and all of a sudden he thinks he's some kinda big shot! Thinks he can come around here and start calling shots! Well lemme just remind you who the hell I am! I'm the CEO of the NFWA...I'm the brightest mind in the game, and it doesn't matter if he's the Commish, the Prez or the Prime Minister, cuz things around here will always and forever be going...MY WAY!

KT: Yeah...but what about the Player. I mean...he is a top contender for the World Title...and you...(chuckles)

Panther: What about me?

KT: Well...some of the guys have been talking...

Panther: About me?

KT: Yeah...and with all due respect...

Panther: What..uh...what have they been saying about me?

KT: Well...they've been saying that you've gone...you've gone a little soft since you've been seeing Diamond.

Panther: (Smirks) Is that right.

KT: It's not my opinion...it's just some...

Panther: See, you must like getting your ass whooped, don't you? (Crowd pops) Lemme tell ya, Taylor, I've beaten bigger, better and badder men than the Player in my sleep! I could give a rat's furry, flea-infested ass about the Player! But I tell ya what...you think I'm soft?! You think I'm going soft?! Well I'm begging you to watch that match tonight! Watch my match with the Player, and when...

(Panther notices Kevin Taylor looking at something in the background, and turns around. The camera pans out, revealing the Player standing behind Panther. He doesn't look happy)

Panther: Uh...is there a problem?

Player: I'm not a concern to you?! You don't give a rat's ass about me?! Is that what you said?

Panther: Did I stutter?

Player: Hey, listen, pal! You may be the CEO, but I don't give a damn who you are, you're gonna show me some damn respect!!!

Panther: (Laughs) Hold up! Hold up, kid! Now...Player...I dunno who the f*ck you think you are, son, but I'm not Johnny Havok, aight?! (Oooohs from the crowd) You got yourself a title match next week...good for you, but if you wanna live to see that match...I suggest you take your ass back to the locker room and stay the f*ck outta my face! Ok?!

DD: Uh oh!

Player: You...you know what Panther...maybe we don't hafta wait until later on! Maybe we can do this thing right here! Huh...(shoves Panther) c'mon!

Panther: (Smiles)

KT: Huh...guys...

DD: Look at this, Vince!

VJ: Panther and the Player...we've got a situation backstage, folks!

DD: This is getting good, Vince!

VJ: The Player just shoved the CEO! He just shoved Panther...OH!!! HE SLAPPED HIM!!! PANTHER JUST SLAPPED THE PLAYER!!!

DD: Did you see that, Vince?!

VJ: Hell yeah I saw it! Panther slapped the Player right across the face...here come Diamond and Sabrina now! Diamond and...Sabrina trying to hold the Player back! Player trying to get at Panther...and look at Panther! Panther telling him to bring it!!! Panther...

DD: He slapped the taste outta his mouth, Vince!

Sabrina: Player...just...

Player: You're mine, Panther! Ya hear that?! You're mine!

Sabrina: Let's go! Let's...c'mon!

(Sabrina ushers Player out of the room as Panther stands with a sinister smile on his face. The camera cuts back to ringside for the next match)

Tag Team Titles: Team Bruiser (Champions) Vs The Blood Hounds

("The Bloodline Anthem" by DMX is playing over the PA system as Tristram and T Money pace back and forth in the ring. Tristram has the GNL World Title belt draped over his shoulder, and T Money is carrying both the Universal and Toughman Title belts. Darkest Desires is in their corner)

VJ: Folks...we're ready for the Tag Title match...I cannot believe this night!

DD: Yeah Vince! I always knew that Player was nothing but a troublemaker!

VJ: Well folks...we're getting ready for the Tag Title match! Team Bruiser Vs the Blood Hounds, and I'm being told that Commish Firestorm has made this match no interference! No NFWA superstar may interfere in this match! And quite frankly, I'm surprised that he did that!

DD: Why?! I already told you the man is the greatest Commish we've ever had. He's a man of honor!

VJ: Yeah, a man that beats up on defenseless women!

DD: What a hypocrite you are, Johnson! Earlier tonight, that idiot Ahmad Itani practically raped poor Kammy out here in the middle of the ring, and all Firestorm does is defend himself and all of a sudden you wanna tell people he's a bad guy!

VJ: Kammy requested to be in that match! She knew what she was getting into! Trish Stratus didn't have a clue why she was asked to be here, and the son of a bitch attacked her! He is a no good, disgusting human being!

DD: You're just mad cuz he's getting more bitches than you!

VJ: Kiss my ass!

(The music dies down, and "WHOA" by Black Rob blasts over the PA system. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Team Bruiser walk out onto the stage with the NFWA Tag Team Title belts. They walk down the entrance ramp, slide into the ring and pose on the ropes with their belts. The music dies down, they hand the belts over to referee Jim Jonathan, and the bell sounds)

Ding Ding Ding!!!

VJ: Well, ladies and gentlemen, there's the bell and here we go! Tag Team Titles on the line! Tonight has been an up and down night for Black Blood! Can the Blood Hounds pull it out?!

DD: Vince, you know I like Team Bruiser, but let's face it! Black Blood is near-perfect! Bruiser's are just semi-perfect! I'm sorry but there's just no way...

VJ: Will you shut up?! Tristram starting this one off against Nick Bruiser! Let's see what he can do...there's the lockup in the center of the ring...Bruiser with a sideheadlock...go behind into a hammerlock . Bruiser solidly in control...but watch Tristram here! Tristram...looking for something to grab on Bruiser...referee admonishing the GNL Champ about using the hair...

DD: C'mon, Tristram! Don't get embarrassed in front of your little girlfriend there!

VJ: She's not his girlfriend! OH! Nice go-behind by Tristram into a wristlock...Nick with a fireman's carry takes Tristram up and over...AND HE DRIVES THE LEG RIGHT INTO THE ARM! And look at this! Cross armbreaker by Bruiser!!! We could have a submission here...Tristram able to get into the ropes! My goodness!

DD: Damn it, Tristram! Remember, this is supposed to be a Black Blood night! You lose this match and I swear to God you're outta the family!  

VJ: Tristram now...looks to bit a bit embarrassed after--OH! Thumb to the eyes of Bruiser!!! Handful of tights sends Tristram into the Blood Hound corner--HEY WAIT JUST A MINUTE!!!!! T MONEY...HAMMERING AWAY TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD OF NICK...AND WE'VE GOT A DOUBLE TEAM!!! THE BLOOD HOUNDS ARE DOUBLE TEAMING NICK BRUISER!

DD: Guys...look out for Rick!

VJ: OH!!!! RICK BRUISER FROM BEHIND WITH A CLOTHESLINE ON TRISTRAM--AND T MONEY JUST CATIPULTED INTO THE RING!!! T MONEY'S IN THE RING...RIGHT HAND SENDS HIM TO THE MAT!!! TRISTRAM CATCHES ONE OF HIS OWN!!! AND IT'S ALL BREAKING LOOSE HERE TONIGHT IN TULSA!!!!! THE BRUISERS AND THE BLOOD HOUNDS! THE BRUISER'S AND THE BLOOD HOUNDS!!!! SLUGGING IT OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING--OH!!! T Money just tossed out to the arena floor by Nick! And watch Rick here...hammering away on Tristram...OH! Rake at the face by Money!!!! Irish whip now...reversal by Bruiser---OH!!!! SHORT ARM SENDS MONEY RIGHT INTO THE KNEE OF RICK BRUISER! AND LOOK AT RICK DAVE! NICK HAS TRISTRAM SET UP!

DD: Wait a minute! Wait...

VJ: THE RIPPER!!!!!! TRISTRAM HAS BEEN LAID OUT! THERE'S THE COVER...1...2...THR...OH!!! T Money pulling Tristram to the outside, and I'm sure that would've been all!!!

DD: WHEW!!! That was close, Vince!

VJ: Team Bruiser looking real sharp in the early stages! Neither of these teams are fan favorites, but this ain't a popularity contest! It's all about the NFWA Tag Team Titles, and if the Blood Hounds can pick up the win, that would be quite an accomplishment for Black Blood!

DD: They'd control just about every major title in the NFWA!

VJ: And the GNL! Don't forget about Tristram and Venom! And this crowd seems to be solidly behind the Bruisers, as the Blood Hounds talk it over on the outside!

DD: Hurry up, guys. You don't wanna get counted out here!

VJ: T Money in the ring now...Nick Bruiser with a sly smile on his face. What is he up to?

DD: People tend to smile when they're whooping other people's asses, Vince!

VJ: Nick Bruiser...he just winked at Darkest Desires! What's that all ABOUT! Boot to the midsection by Money...OVERHAND CLUB TO THE BACK OF THE NECK! And look at T Money go to work!

DD: HAHA! He is a bloodhound! Go get em T Money!

VJ: HARD chop sends Bruiser back into the ropes! There's an Irish whip now...Bruiser ducks the clothesline coming off---oh my! Tag to Rick Bruiser...T Money hasn't even seen it...

DD: Oh T!!!! Look out...

VJ: OH!!!! HOT SHOT!!!!!! RICK BRUISER JUST HIT THE HOT SHOT! THE LEG IS HOOKED...1...2...MONEY KICKS OUT!!! Team Bruiser is on their game tonight!!! Rick has T Money setup now...Irish whip sends him into the buckle...AND BRUISER FOLLOWS HIM IN WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!!! T Money in some real trouble here! Bruiser whips him to the other---NO! Reversal by Mo--OH!!!!! BRUISER JUST HIT STERNUM FIRST OFF THE BUCKLE!!! WHAT VELOCITY AND GOOOD GOD WHAT A NECKBREAKER BY THE UNIVERSAL CHAMP!!!!

DD: HAHAHA! That was a near-perfect neckbreaker by TEEEEEEE MONEY!

VJ: I saw NO FLAWS! And T Money goes for the cover...NO HE'S NOT GOING FOR THE COVER! T MONEY HAMMERING AWAY TO THE FOREHEAD! T MONEY ALL OVER RICK BRUISER ON THE MAT! BANGING HIS HEAD...GOOD GOD T MONEY MAY HAVE SNAPPED!

DD: Yeah...he's gonna snap Bruiser's neck! He's pissed off now, Vince!

VJ: Yes he is! Watch Tristram in the corner...OH!!! Rick Bruiser facefirst into the boot...and there's the tag to Tristram! What's this...Tristram headed to the top...OH! Backbreaker by T Money!!! Money holding Bruiser on the knee...and watch Tristram here! Tristram off the top rope--GUILLOTINE LEG DROP!!!!!! WHAT TEAMWORK BY THE BLOOD HOUNDS!!!! The leg is hooked...1...2...thr...NO!!! Bruiser manages to get a foot on the bottom rope!

DD: I thought he had him there, Vince!

VJ: You're not the only one! And Tristram with a choke on Bruiser! Right in front of the damn official! C'mon ref! What are ya there for?!

DD: Stop bitching!

VJ: The man being blatantly choked in front of he ref! That ain't right, Dave!

DD: Oh! "That ain't right, Dave"?! You said yourself it's all about the Tag belts, and remember the golden rule! It's not whether ya win or lose...it's how ya cheat!

VJ: Oh, you ass! There's the tag back into T Money! Double Irish whip...Bruiser off the rope...AND RUNS RIGHT INTO THE REVERSE ELBOW! Rick Bruiser goes down hard...and watch T Money! He's signaling for something!

DD: Watch this, Vince! This is gonna be great!

VJ: T Money off the ropes...Bruiser trying to get back to his fe--OH!!!! THE MONEY KICK!!!! RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! THIS ONE COULD BE ALL! 1...2...no!! He kicked out! Bruiser somehow able to kick out...and T Money cinches up the chinlock!!! As this crowd...remarkable rallying behind the Bruisers!

DD: You say that like it's a bad thing! I mean...it's about time these idiots finally had the class to root for true wrestling heroes like Rick and Nick Bruiser! There may be hope for them yet, Vince!

VJ: Well you're rooting against them, so what does that say about you?

DD: It says in 5 seconds you're gonna be pulling my loafer outta your ass! I would never root against a fine man like Rick Bruiser!

VJ: Well you're damn sure not rooting for him! Bruiser's shoulders are on the mat! 1...2...NO!!! BRUISER GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!! Your hero almost got caught napping there!

DD: Please, Vince! Just give him a second to get his mojo working!

VJ: What, you're rooting against Black Blood, now?

DD: Vince, quit trying to stir up trouble! You're worse than that damn Kevin Taylor!

VJ: Bruiser trying to fight back to his feet here! T Money applying the pressure...trying to keep the big man on the mat but it's no use! Bruiser with too much power! And the crowd is on his side! The blood beginning to pump through the veins of Team Bruiser...

DD: Black Blood?

VJ: Hell no it ain't Bla--OH!!!! T MONEY BRINGS BRUISER BACK INTO THE BUCKLE! The back of his head just...damn it! There's the tag to Tristram, and take a look at this now!!! Tristram measuring Bruiser...Irish whip by Money--

DD: NO!!!!!! YOU IDIOT!!!

VJ: TRISTRAM SPEARED HIS PARTNER!!! TRISTRAM SPEARED HIS PARTNER!!!! BRUISER FROM BEHIND...INVERTED DDT!!!!!!!

DD: NO!!!!!

VJ: TRISTRAM IS DOWN! T MONEY IS DOWN!!!! THIS CROWD IS ON IT'S FEET...AND BRUISER'S GOING FOR THE TAG! BRUISER'S GONNA TRY AND MAKE THE TAG!!!

DD: What the hell was Tristram thinking, Vince?!

VJ: A double team move just backfired for Black Blood! Tristram and T Money trying to get back to his feet...Bruiser's getting closer...closer...THERE'S THE TAG!!! AND HERE COMES NICK BRUISER!!

DD: Calm down, Vince! Calm down...OH!

VJ: RIGHT HAND FLOORS T MONEY! THERE'S ONE FOR TRISTRAM!!! Irish whip sends T Money to the buckle! Bruiser has Tristram now...OH!!! HE WHIPS HIM RIGHT INTO HIS PARTNER!!!! Talk about a meeting of the minds...OH!

DD: YOU IDIOT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

VJ: Tristram just shoved his partner to the outside! NICK BRUISER CHARGES IN...AND DRILLS TRISTRAM WITH AN UNBELIEVABLE SPEAR!!!! This could be all...

DD: What's he doing, Vince?!

VJ: He just dragged Tristram out to the cent...oh boy!

DD: Wait a minute, Vince!!! Wait a minute...

VJ: Can Bruiser get it locked in...YES HE DOES!!!!!! SHARPSHOOTER!!! SHARPSHOOTER ON TRISTRAM!!!! RIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! LISTEN TO THIS CROWD...

DD: WATCH T MONEY!!!

VJ: Huh--OH!!!!! HARLEM DEATHLOCK!!!!! T MONEY FROM BEHIND...HE JUST LOCKED NICK BRUISER IN THE HARLEM DEATHLOCK! THE SHARPSHOOTER HAS BEEN BROKEN! THE SHARPSHOOTER HAS BEEN BROKEN...NICK BRUISER BEING CHOKED OUT...RICK'S ON TOP!! RICK'S ON THE TOP ROPE...

DD: OOOH!!!!

VJ: FLYING SHOULDERBLOCK!!! BOTH MEN GO DOWN!!!! Both Nick and T Money are down...but watch Tristram! Tristram has Rick Now---AND PLANTS HIM WITH A DDT!!!!! Rick Bruiser has been planted! There's the cover by Tristram...1...2...OH!!! Nick Bruiser makes the save!

DD: He's not even the legal man, Vince! What the piss?!

VJ: These 2 teams certainly giving it their all! Nick Bruiser and Tristram now...slugging it out in the center of the ring! Referee Jonathan has lost control once again...

Kaos (Over the PA): HAHA! This is gonna be great! You ready man?

Jericho: Tristram is gonna flip when he sees this...

DD: What the hell?!

VJ: Look on the Panthertron! That...that's Jericho and Kaos!

DD: Where the hell are they...

(The camera focuses on the Panthertron, where we see Justin Jericho and Kaos standing outside of a big white door. In the background, we can hear what sounds like a running shower.)

Kaos: (Whispering) We interrupt this regularly scheduled match for a Toooo Xtreme update! (Snickers) Hey Tristram? Desires...does this door look...uh...familiar to you?

Jericho: (Snickers) Well it should. You see earlier today, Kaos and myself paid a visit to Black Blood Central, and what we found is certainly...Xtreme! HAHA!

Kaos: F*ck Xtreme, man! We're fixing to get butt ass HARDCORE! TAKE A LOOK!

(Kaos slowly opens the door, revealing a young woman in the shower. The male fans in the crowd cheer wildly)

VJ: Did he say "butt ass"?

DD: Shut up, you idiot...hey wait...that ass looks kinda fami---OOOH! VINCE...DO YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS?!

VJ: OH MY GOODNESS! THAT'S DARKEST DESIRES!!! DARKEST DESIRES IN THE SHOWER! THOSE DIRTY ROTTEN SONS OF...THOSE DIRTY...

DD: THIS IS THE GREATEST MOMENT IN THE HISTORY OF FNS!!! I LOVE IT!!!

Jericho: (licking his lips) Damn...isn't that a pretty sight?

Kaos: Whooo! You ain't lying my man! Hey Desires...man! You play your cards right, and maybe, just maybe you and I could spend a little time together! (Snickers) How bout it, baby?! You could pretend my left leg is Christmas, my right leg is New Year's, and...SPEND SOME TIME BETWEEN THE HOLIDAYS!!! HAHAHAH!!

(***Tape ends*** Back at ringside, Tristram is pissed)

VJ: I cannot believe the audacity of those jackasses! How dare they film Darkest Desires in the shower?!

DD: ENCORE, BABY! ENCORE!!! HAHA!

VJ: Hey wait a minute! Tristram and Desires...they're headed back to the locker room! They're going after Too Xtreme...

DD: I dunno, Vince! Desires might be going to take Kaos up on his offer! HA!

VJ: Will you be serious! In the middle of the damn Tag Match, those 2 yahoos get up on the Panthertron...hey wait a minute!

DD: Uh oh! T!!!

VJ: T Money is all alone!!! T Money is all alone!

DD: Tristram...Tristram!!! COME BACK!!!

VJ: OH!!!! BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX BY RICK BRUISER!!!!! T Money just dropped right on the back of his head...and Tristram has left his partner! Tristram and Darkest Desires have left ringside!

DD: Somebody in the back, grab Tristram's Yankee ass and tell him to get back out here! His partner's getting killed--OH!!

VJ: BIG LEG DROP BY NICK!!! He just landed right on the head...AND RICK BRUISER'S CALLING FOR THE END!

DD: No! No! I mean, wait! I like them, right?

VJ: you said Rick was your hero!

DD: WELL HEROES ARE FOR SUCKAS! T MONEY'S GONNA DIE!!!

VJ: Rick has T Money...and Nick Bruiser's scaling the turnbuckles! I've heard about this move, folks! This could be all right here! Rick Bruiser...POWERBOMB!!! T Money just driven through the mat...AND THERE'S THE MOONSAULT!!! PERFECTLY EXECUTED! It's called Xtreme Intensity, and this one's all! Yes...1...2...3!!!!!!! THAT WAS A 3, DAMN IT!!! WHAT THE HELL?!

DD: FIRESTORM!!!!

VJ: WHAT?!?!? WHAT?!?! DAMN HIM!!!! FIRESTORM JUST YANKED THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING! THE BRUISERS HAD THE MATCH WON...AND THE SON OF A BITCH JUST KO'D THE OFFICIAL!!! DAMN HIM!!! DAMN HIM!!

DD: Calm down, Vince!

VJ: Calm down my ass! The no good son of a bitc..OH MY GOODNESS, DID YOU SEE THAT?!?!

DD: THAT'S THE COMMISH!!!!

VJ: I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHO HE IS! NICK BRUISER JUST VAULTED UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE, AND HE'S ALL OVER FIRESTORM!! NICK BRUISER IS BEATING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF THAT SON OF A BITCH! WHIP HIS ASS, NICK! WHIP HIS ASS!

DD: Vince, you no good, pottymouth jackoff! This is not the way a hero should act! Not on Firestorm's birthday!!! This is sooo unprofessional!

VJ: It's his birthday...HEY WAIT JUST A MINUTE!!! Powder in the eyes!!!! Firestorm with powder in the eyes of Nick! I thought this was no interference, damn it! This match is no--HARLEM DEATHLOCK ON RICK!! HAR--

Ding Ding Ding!!!

Announcer: Here are your winner, and NEW NFWA Tag Team Champions: The Blood Hounds!!!

VJ: WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT?!?! WHAT IN THE LIVING HELL??!!?

DD: IT'S NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, BABY!!!!!!

VJ: Team Bruiser had the match won, damn it!

DD: But they lost! Fair and square! And now Black Blood has all the gold!!!

VJ: Firestorm...this was supposed to be no interference! How can he...how can Firestorm do that?!

DD: He's the Commish! He can do whatever he wants, and Vince, now there's no way to deny it! Black Blood is without a doubt the most dominant force in the NFWA!!!!

VJ: Son of a bitch!!!

(The camera cuts backstage, where a split screen shows both Panther and the Player preparing to come out to the locker room)

DD: Uh oh!

VJ: Well folks, that damn Firestorm has been raising holy hell all night long, and up next is the match he signed! It's Panther and the Player! 1 on 1! It's next!!!

***Quick Promo for Total Annihilation followed by a bunch of other crap (AND YA KNOW I MEAN X-BOX)***

NFWA Rewind

Earlier tonight

Firestorm:Lets go to the end of that tape again, what Pantehr said last. Commishiner until Jund 2002, heh heh. It don't matter that I messed up Panther to be the prez of this place, I was the commish technically all the while, so what I am saying is I am the new commish in town Trish!

VJ:Oh no, not this agian

Trish: But...

Firestorm: Hey, Trish their will always be a job for you, you know my left and right arm are taken, but you know I could always use one for my middle arm if you get my drift...? Heh

Trish slaps Firestorm dazing him for a moment. He then looks at her

Firestorm: Hey, maybe I should put you where women were ment to be, in my kitchen bitch!

(Firestorm pushes trish into the ropes he then grabs her by the neck and delivers a Big Time. Firestorm walks out with a sly look on his face.)

DD: HAHAHA! Can you believe that, Vince?!

VJ: Hell no I can't believe it! The son of a bitch...Firestorm...Firestorm is the Commish once again...and Trish...DAMN IT!!!

DD: Vince, this is the greatest thing...what a surprise by the NEW COMMISH!

VJ: Damn it...we need some help out here for Trish...wait just a minute, damn it! Leave her alone! Leave her...Firestorm's got Trish again, damn it!!! No!!! Not again...you son of a bitch, not again!!! WAIT A MINUTE! IT'S PANTHER!!!

DD: LOOK OUT FIRESTORM...OH!!

VJ: PANTHER!!! PANTHER!!! RIGHT HANDS TO FIRESTORM!!!! FIRESTORM BEING ROCKED BY THE CEO...AND LOOK AT THAT SON OF A BITCH RUN!!!

DD: Yeah...get away, Firestorm!

Non-Title: The Player (TV Champ) Vs Panther

("E.M.S.P." by Kid Rock plays over the PA system and the crowd cheers as the Player walks out onto the stage followed by Sabrina Wilson. They walk down the entrance ramp, the Player helps Sabrina into the ring and climbs in after her, as the crowd cheers in the and takes pictures in the background)

VJ: Ladies and gentlemen, there you see the Player...and Sabrina Wilson. He came here tonight to challenge Johnny Havok...but instead got booked in a match against the CEO by that damn lunatic Firestorm!

DD: Vince, like I told you last match! Firestorm can do anything he wants...including fire your ass!

VJ: I've been fired before!

DD: Yeah, and spent about a month living a recycle bin out behind a Drug Emporium in Vancouver! You don't keep your mouth shut, Firestorm might send you back to that bin in a garbage bag! I mean bodybag! Well if it's your body, then it's a garbage bag!

VJ: Shut the hell up! The Player is not in a good mood! Especially after the confrontation he had backstage with Panther...which our broadcast colleague Kevin Taylor may have had a bit to do with!

(The music dies down, the lights return to normal and "Can't Deny It" blasts over the PA system. The arena lights dim, flashing red lights fill the arena and a HUGE pyro blast goes off on stage. Bluish white spotlights roam the arena for a moment before focusing on the entrance, where Panther and Diamond appear in a cloud of smoke. The pair walks down the entrance ramp to ringside. Panther hops upon the ring apron, helps Diamond into the ring and signals for the tech crew to cut the music. The lights return to normal, the music dies down, and loud chants of "Panther, Panther" echo throughout the arena)

VJ: Well ladies and gentlemen...

DD: What's this all about?

VJ: I dunno. Panther just called for a mic...what's he up to!

Panther: TULSA!!!! (Crowd goes wild) Now Player...make no mistake about it...you are about to be on the receiving end of one of those OH SO FAMOUS...1st Class, genuine, Grade A...P-Diddy style ass whoopings! You will get that in just a moment...but damn it...you saw what kinda night this has been! We've seen cheating...referees getting KO'd...all kinda crazy crap going on...and DAMN IT, we don't need that in this match! Player...you don't deserve a cheap match! These people aren't paying to see cheap matches! We all deserve to see a true to life wrestling classic...they deserve to see match without outside interference! Damn it, Player...they deserve to see a match with a clean finish! Now for the most part tonight...that hasn't happened, and to tell you the Truth...(smirks) I don't think we have a referee in the NFWA locker room that can truly give us the kinda match that we deserve! (Crowd boos) Wait...but don't worry! Don't you people fret...cuz after all...I am the brightest mind in the game...and I do believe I know just the person that is capable of refereeing this match...

DD: (Sighs) Ok! Don't hafta ask me twice! (Takes off his jacket, revealing a referee shirt)

VJ: Will you sit down?!

DD: What?!

Panther: Firestorm...(crowd boos) Commish...bring your big ass down to this ring right now, and show these people just what kinda referee you can be!! C'mon down!

VJ: WHAT?! FIRESTORM?!

DD: HAHA! Panther has finally seen the light! I told ya, Vince! Firestorm is a fair man! He's a fan friendly...damn it, he's the People's Commish!

("N.O.T.O.R.I.O.U.S." by Notorious BIG plays over the PA system and the crowd boos loudly as Firestorm walks out to the ring with a big smile on his face. He hops upon the ring apron, gives Panther a hand shake and steps over the top rope into the ring. The music dies down, Panther steps into the ring as well, and Firestorm calls for the bell)

Ding Ding Ding!!!

VJ: There's the bell...I just don't get this at all! After what Firestorm did to Trish...after all the GNL stuff...after all the things Panther and Firestorm have been through over the past 2 years, why would Panther make Firestorm the official for this match!

DD: Because Panther has realized what I've been saying all along! Firestorm is a classy guy...and Firestorm means ratings, Vince!

VJ: Get outta here!

DD: No, really! They may have had a few misunderstandings in the past...but Panther's a forgiving guy! Look at him!

VJ: Panther shaking Firestorm's hand...something's just not right about this...

DD: Hey wait a minute! She can't do that!!!

VJ: Sabrina Wilson just tossed a steel chair in to the Player!!! Player's got a weapon!

DD: Wait! This ain't another one of those X-Treme matches, Vince! He can not use that aginst Panther! Firestorm! Do your job!

VJ: Firestorm admonishing Player about the chair...and look at Diamond! Diamond just pulled one of her own out from under the ring...and she tosses it to Panther! The odds have been evened out!

DD: Well...Vince...

VJ: You don't know what to say so shut up! Panther and Player now...walking towards the center of the ring! We could have dueling chairs here, Dave!

DD: HAHA! No offense to pretty boy, but there ain't nobody that can swing a chair like Panther!

VJ: And Firestorm...that big asshole! He's gonna sit back and let this go! Panther and the Player are gonna try and kill one another!

DD: Vince, it's for the people! They can kill each other all they want, as long as these people go home happ-OOH!

VJ: PLAYER'S CHAIRSHOT BLOCKED BY PANTHER...PLAYER WITH A BLOCK OF HIS OWN! And listen to the steel!!! That clash of metal in the ring!! Panther and Player! My goodness!

DD: Hey, Vince, this may not be Pittsburgh, but this is still the STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL city! HAHAHAHA...WAIT A MINUTE!!!!

VJ: OH!!!!!! DID YOU SEE THAT?!?!

DD: WHAT DID THEY DO?!?! WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT, VINCE?!

VJ: PANTHER AND THE PLAYER...THEY JUST WAFFLED FIRESTORM WITH THOSE CHAIRS!!!! FIRESTORM IS DOWN!!! FIRESTORM IS DOWN!!! WATCH PANTHER!!!

DD: NOOOOO!!!

VJ: OH GOOD GOD WHAT A SHOT!!!!! PANTHER...OH MY GOODNESS! PANTHER BEATING THE HELL OUTTA FIRESTORM!!! PANTHER IS BEATING THE HELL OUTTA THE COMMISSIONER OF THE NFWA! WILL YOU LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!!!

DD: HE'S GONE CRAZY, VINCE!!!!!!

VJ: Oh my goodness, and here comes Black Blood!!!! T Money! Tristram! Venom! Reaver! Black Blood out to the ring...OH!!!! DOWN GOES VENOM!!!! The Player just knocked the hell outta Venom with that chairshot...AND THERE'S ONE FOR TRISTRAM!!!! REAVER CATCHES ONE AS WELL!!! THE PLAYER IS MOWING DOWN BLACK BLOOD WITH THAT CHAIR, AND PANTHER IS BEATING THE HOLY HELL OUTTA FIRESTORM IN THE BUCKLE...HEY WAIT A MINUTE! GET YOUR HANDS...T MONEY HAS SABRINA!!!

DD: Bitch had no business being out here!

VJ: T Money...don't tell me he's gonna...no!!! T Money's gonna put the Harlem Deathlock on---RAGE IS BACK!!!

DD: DAMN IT!!

VJ: RAGE...RAGE JUST TOSSED T MONEY INTO THE PLAYER!!! T MONEY HAS JUST BEEN SERVED UP TO THE PLAYER!!!! AND LOOK AT THE LOOK IN PLAYER'S EYES!!!!! HE IS STARING A HOLE THROUGH T MONEY!!

DD: Damn it, Vince! Do something about this! Do something...OH!

VJ: CHAIRSHOT!!! DOWN GOES T MONEY!!!! AND LOOK AT THE PLAYER!!! PLAYER HAMMERING AWAY ON THE UNIVERSAL CHAMP!!! GETTING PAYBACK ON T MONEY FOR WHAT I BELIEVE WAS NOTHING BUT A SETUP!!!

DD: Somebody...help T Money!! Help...this is not right, Vince!!!

VJ: T Money down on the mat, and Player's got the chair again! Player's got the cha---OH GOD!!! RIGHT TO THE FACE OF T MONEY!!!! T MONEY HAS JUST BEEN OBLITERATED BY THE PLAYER! AND HERE COMES KV!!! SCARLET KV OUT ON THE STAGE...AND RAGE IS HOLDING HIM AT BAY!!! RAGE WIELDING THAT BASEBALL BAT...JUST STOPPED SCARLET KV DEAD IN HIS TRACKS!

DD: This is not right, Vince! This is...nothing but a conspiracy...DAMN IT! Look at the Commish!!!

VJ: Panther has busted Firestorm wide open...Black Blood has just been laid out, and Rage is holding off Scarlet KV on the ramp!!! And look in the ring! Player with that chair raised high in the air!!! Ladies and gentlemen...oh my goodness...thank you for joining us on the Slam! For Delaware Dave, this is Vince Johnson saying so long!!!!!

 

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