(The new NFWA logo appears on screen then slowly fades into the darkness. The scene opens in the locker room, where we see Tre Ramzey lying on the ground, surrounded by a group of officials)
RS: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to In High Gear...Rosie Sanchez and Pittsburgh Pete--WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!?!
PP: I dunno, Rosie, but that....that's Tre Ramzey!
RS: Tre Ramzey is down!! From who or what, I dunno--OH!!! THAT'S T MONEY!
PP: What?!
RS: T Money with that sledgehammer just hit Tre Ramzey right in the ribs, damn it! T Money...why is he attacking Tre Ramzey?! Why?!
(Officials usher T Money out of the room and EMT's attend to the fallen Tre Ramzey as the NEW IHG theme song/opening video plays on screen, and the camera opens up to the live crowd in the Continental Airlines Arena, where fans are cheering and holding up signs as green and red pyro shoots up from the stage. When the pyro stops, the camera pans the crowd, where fans are cheering and holding up signs such as "Angelfire's burning", "NJ IS KAMMY KOUNTRY", "HAVOK IMPULSE", "PANTHER 187" and "Pandora is my stepmom!" The camera then cuts down to ringside, where Rosie Sanchez and Pittsburgh Pete are sitting at the commentary table)
RS: Fans, we are live from East Rutherford, NJ! It's an historic evening indeed, as it marks the very last episode of In High Gear! Rosie Sanchez alongside Pittsburgh Pete, and Pete...(sighs) I never thought that this day would come.
PP: Yeah, I know what you mean, Rosie. I mean...In High Gear was the very 1st NFWA show back in 2000, and I gotta tell ya, we don't get along all the time, but it was damn sure great working with you, Rosie. I'm gonna miss ya!
RS: Well...I'll miss you too, Pete. But now isn't the time to get sentimental! We've got plenty of action in store for you tonight, just days away from Maximum Carnage, the final PPV in NFWA history, and we've got a huge Main Event scheduled for you tonight! It'll be Scarlet KV, the brand new NFWA Ultimate Champion! He does battle with none other than Spike and Tre Ramzey in a Flaming Barbwire Hell in a Cell match!!!! How's that for a way to end IHG with a bang?!
PP: Yeah, but what about Tre Ramzey! He just got his ass whooped in the back! How do we know if he'll even be able to fight here tonight?
RS: Well...he may very well be out of action. That'd be tragic for him, no doubt, as he's been looking forward to getting his hands on Scarlet KV for quite sometime. Folks, earlier today, I had a chance to sit down with Panther for an in-depth interview regarding that savage attack by Shawn Michaels and those crooked cops...or whoever they were! It's a a side of Panther that quite frankly, as long as I've known him, I've never seen before! We will show you that interview here tonight on Gear, and...
(The scene cuts backstage, where EMT's and officials are helping Tre Ramzey back to his feet.)
RS: And folks...once again, there you see Tre Ramzey...he was assaulted by T Money as we came on the air...
PP: Look at him, Rosie! He's coughing up blood!
RS: Ramzey...obviously suffering some internal injuries from that attack--AND T MONEY'S BACK!!!!!!!!!! T MONEY WITH THAT SLEDGEHAMMER SHOT RIGHT TO THE RIBS OF RAMZEY! AND ANOTHER TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!! T MONEY...HE HAS LOST IT! T HAS LOST IT! WHAT THE HELL HAS GOTTEN INTO HIM!
PP: I'll tell ya what! He's probably pissed off that he's not the Ultimate Champion any more! He's pissed because he got his ass beat by Scarlet KV last week on FNS!
RS: Those officials trying to get T outta there! Ramzey's hurt, damn it! Ramzey's...
***BUZZZ!!!! BUZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZZZZ!!!***
(The arena lights drop, and the "You Gets No Love" remix hits the PA system. Throbbing red and pink spotlights shine over the arena, thick smoke rolls out from the back, and red lasers fan out of the entrance in the form of a Superwoman "S". Suddenly, a diamond-shaped pyro blast goes off on stage, and the crowd boos wildly as Tina walks out from the back, followed by Firestorm, "Deadly Candy" Alyssa Sanders, and the World Class Superstars. The group starts down the entrance ramp towards the ring, dodging cups, bottles, and other items being thrown in their direction. They each climb into the ring, Tina walks over towards the ring announcer and grabs a mic. She walks back towards the center of the ring, and signals for the tech crew to cut the music as the lights slowly return to normal. The music dies down, Tina adjusts her blouse, and LOUD chants of "She's got herpes ***CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP***" echo through out the arena. Tina looks into the crowd with disdain as she wets her lips, slowly raises the mic to her mouth, and speaks)
Tina: Jersey...I AM NOT IN THE MOOD!!!!!!!!!! (crowd boos)
RS: Tina not in the mood?! That's a first!
PP: HAHA! Hey wait a minute! What the hell are you talking about?
Tina: Last Friday night...the ALMIGHTY Angelfire proved once again just why we are the most powerful organization there is! (crowd boos) You don't hafta like it, but you can't deny that we toppled each and every thing that crossed our path. (giggles) The NEW AGE!!! This new faction put together of Jayson Cage, Tresserhorn and "STEEL" (rolls eyes)...a group put together to help bring down Angelfire! (laughs) Well what happened to them?! I mean...Alyssa Sanders...DJP...they stepped into this very ring last Friday night against Kammy and Tresserhorn, and what did they do? THEY CRUSHED THEM! (crowd boos) Kerrboski and Steel! Steel Cage match! Live on FNS, what was the end result? STEEL GOT HIS ASS KICKED!!!!!!!!! (crowd boos again) See, whether you wanna admit it or not, last Friday night, Angelfire proved its dominance over the New Age, and we showed once and for all that no matter how hard you try, no matter how many people you have to back you up...NOBODY!!!!!!!!!!!! NOBODY has what it takes to defeat the Angelfire!!!!!!
(The crowd boos in the background, as chants of "Money, Money, Money" begin to break out across the arena. Tina smiles into the camera and continues)
Tina: (giggles) Oh yes...MONEY! The FORMER...scratch that! The EX-NFWA Ultimate Champion! T by God Money! (crowd pops) This man has to be the absolute lowest form of scum walking the face of this earth! I mean...I was gracious enough to offer this man a job! I offered him a spot in the Angelfire organization! I made sure that when this craphole of a fed closes this Sunday night, he would actually have some job security! He wouldn't hafta wait in an unemployment line with second rate trash like the Lightnings...and the Big Foots...and the Stevos...and oh yes...the Panthers! (crowd pops) I gave him a bigger paycheck...F*CK! I gave him the Ultimate Title on a silver platter, and how does he repay us?! BY GETTING HIS ASS KICKED BY SCARLET KV?!?!?!? (crowd pops) T Money...you guys can cheer him all you want, I really don't give a damn, but he proved to be nothing more than an embarrassment to Angelfire! He's a black eye on the face of this industry! (deep breath) Ya know...I'll admit my mistake in letting T Money, and yes, even that punk ass Kid Money into our organization...but my mistake wasn't half as big as the one you two goons made when you put your hands on me Friday night! We gave you idiots an opportunity, and you did nothing but bite the hand that fed you! Well that's ok, T! That's ok Kid! Because now the both of you are gonna suffer the consequences, and the suffering starts right here tonight!
(Tina begins to pace back and forth as the crowd boos in the background. In the crowd, a fan is holding up a sign reading "Tina go home!". In the ring, Tina continues)
Tina: Let's start with the Kid...Kid Money! A 2nd rate, half-assed, non-talent wrestle! (laughs) Boy...you should be down on your hands and knees thanking me for letting you into Angelfire! But you wanted to break out, didn't cha? You and your buddy T Money, well right here tonight, I'm gonna see to it that you're humiliated right here in the middle of this ring, when you LOSE the Light Heavyweight Title to "Deadly Candy" Alyssa Sanders!!! (Crowd boos) And you, T...you love to come out here and run down the Superstars! You love to talk about how you're better than DJP and Kerrboski! How they're nothing! You could beat their asses any day of the week! Well that day has come, and tonight, you've got them both! Triple Threat Match...I-C Title on the line, and whether you like it or not, that belt is coming back to Angelfire where it belongs! (scoffs) See...Friday night, we told you that Angelfire topples every obstacle thrown in its path! Well T Money...Kid Money...YOU'RE...NEXT!!!!!!!!
(The crowd boos in the background, as suddenly, the camera cuts backstage, where we see T Money assaulting an official)
PP: Hey! Now wait a damn minute!
RS: That's T Money!!! T Money...
PP: He's attacking an official! He can't do that!
RS: T Money's on a rampage! T Money...hey wait! He's not...he's not headed out here, is he?!
PP: If he is, I'm leaving! I've had my ass kicked enough in the last couple of weeks! Oh...
(The crowd begins to cheer as T Money turns down a corridor, taps the sound man on the shoulder and sprints up a flight of stairs towards the gorilla position. He shoves down a ring attendant, and "The Bloodline Anthem" hits the PA system as T Money walks through some curtains, walks down a narrow pathway, and steps out onto the stage to a standing ovation)
RS: T Money...T Money out on the stage, and look at the look on Angelfire's faces! Look at Tina...
PP: Hey, maybe he'll come down there and kick her ass! I'd love that! HAHA!
(Chants of "Money, Money" echo through out the arena as the music dies down. T then raises a mic to his lips and speaks)
T Money: Topple me?! Y'all think y'all can topp--LISTEN!!! Tina, don't get it twisted! I was the best thing ever to happen to Angelfire! Sh*t! I WAS ANGELFIRE! I carried all y'all mothaf*ckas, and y'all got the nerve to call me an embarrassment?! Y'all talk about how y'all gonna take me out...me and Kid Money! Well listen up, cuz I'ma only say this once! Tina...that little Harlem Deathlock from FNS wasn't sh*t, babygirl! I was just playing wit yo ass! See, you ain't even experience half of what the One Man Killin Spree is capable of...but don't worry, because you will in due time! (crowd pops) See...the only reason I ain't down there right now putting my foot in all y'all asses is cuz I need something from you!
RS and PP: What?!
T Money: See...Friday night...I shoulda won that match with Scarlet KV! I had that sucka beat, if it wasn't for you and your damn interference! Well that's aight...cuz you see, in that contract for the match, there was an automatic rematch clause...and I want my rematch for this Sunday night...live on PPV, at Maximum Carnage! Me and KV, 1 on 1...for the title! (crowd pops)
RS: oh my!
Tina: Now...lemme get this straight. After what you did to me this past Friday night...after you put your hands on me, after you embarrassed Angelfire...you have the nerve to come out here and ask me to give you a title shot!
T Money: Damn right, it's in my contract!
Tina: (mocking) "It's in my contract!" (scoffs) P-U-H...LEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSE!!!!!!!! (mild pop from the crowd)
PP: Heh. That was new.
Tina: See, T...there was a clause in your contract stating that you'd get a rematch if you lost the title...yes there was...but ONLY at the discretion of the CEO who...um...is not you! But...uh...that's me, isn't it?
RS: Oh, wait a minute.
T Money: Woman, you betta gimme my shot before I come down there and put my foot in yo ass...
Tina: T, T, T! Is that any way to talk to somebody who holds your future in the palm of her hands? (sinister smile)
(Chants of "Tina sucks" begin to break out across the arena, when suddenly a lightning bolt strikes the ramp. The crowd cheers wildly as "Eye of the Storm" hits the PA system, and Lightning walks out onto the stage)
PP: Wait a minute...now what?!
RS: It's Lightning!!!! Lightning on his way out here to ringside...
PP: What's he got to do with this? Look at that look he's giving T Money! What the hell is going on?
(The music dies down, and chants of "Lightning, Lightning, Lightning" echo through out the arena. Lightning and T Money stare one another down, as Lightning slowly raises a mic to his lips, and begins to speak)
Lightning: Excuse me Tea Bags...(mild pop) I didn't mean to interrupt or anything, but I think you're forgetting something. See...last Friday night, you lost the Ultimate Title to Scarlet KV! Yes you did! But before that match...I coulda sworn that somebody that looked just like me came down to this ring and challenged the winner of that match to a title match at the PPV! Now T...I know you're a little slow, so let me make things a little more clear! You had your chance...you lost, and now I'VE got dibs on the title shot at Maximum Carnage! (crowd pops) So Tuna...
Tina: TINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lightning: Uh...whatever! Your name could be Mary Jane Sanders for all I care, but I've been waiting 3 long months for a shot at this title, and I'm gonna get it this Sunday night, no matter what! So sign the match, because I can guarantee that by the end of Maximum Carnage, the belt will belong TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!
RS: Lightning...Lightning now out here saying he wants the title shot! Lightning...
(Suddenly, "Between Angels and Insects" hits the PA system, and the crowd pops yet again as Psyko Stevo walks out onto the stage with Mr. X-Treme Title draped over his shoulder. He gets right up in Lightning's face as the music dies down)
Lightning: Hey (shoves Stevo)...
Stevo: (shoves Lightning back)
PP: Oh my goodness! Rosie, what the hell?!
RS: Psyko Stevo out here now...as they say somewhere else, business is fixing to pick up...f*ck it! Business is through the roof!
Stevo: Oh listen to you, Sparky! So you've waited 4 months! Big deal! You've had the title 4 times already! Isn't that enough?! Huh? What about me? The guy who while you were sitting out on your ass for half the year, was busting his ass here in the NFWA night in and night out! The Ironman of the NFWA, the man whose loses you could count on 1 hand...the man who never received his shot at the NFWA Ultimate Title! What makes you think you deserve the shot more than me?
Lightning: Because I said so! Tina...gimme the shot!
T Money: Nah! I never thought I'd say this, but Stevo's right, dawg! You can't just walk your high and mighty ass off the streets and think you worthy of a title shot! As far as I'm concerned, you don't deserve sh*t!
Stevo: Right!
T Money: (turns to Stevo) Oh, but you do?
Stevo: Damn right!
T Money: Man...if my memory serves me right...wasn't you the sucka I beat to become the #1 contender in the 1st place?! (crowd oohs)
Stevo: (rolls eyes)
Lightning: You know what? The 2 of you can run your mouths all day about who beat who! Who did what! I don't give a damn, cuz I'll whoop both your asses right here right now! (crowd pops) But mark my words...that title shot at Maximum Carnage...it will belong to me!
Tina: Excuse me...girls! Girls...hello! (whistles) See...I could sit up here ALLLL day and listen to the 3 of you bicker about who's more deserving of a title shot, but as the CEO, it's my duty to settle this dispute, and to do that, I think I'm gonna take it to the fans! Now...Jersey...who do you think deserves a title shot at Maximum Carnage...Psyko Stevo? (crowd pops) T Money...(LOUD pop) er...(rolls eyes) or...LIGHTNING? (WILD pop from the crowd) Ahh! So it's settled...NONE OF YOU GET SH*T!!!!!!!! (crowd boos wildly)
RS: Awww...
PP: That whore!
RS: Tina...basically sticking it to Lightning, Stevo and T Money! Tina has...
Male voice: Wait a minute! Wait a minute...wait a minute!
(The crowd cheers in the background, as the camera focuses on the crowd. Standing in the skybox...with Maria and Shane McMahon at his side, with a huge grin on his face and a microphone in his hand is none other than...)
RS and PP: SNIPER!!!!!!!!!
RS: Sniper is here! Oh my goodness...Sniper...
Sniper: Now Tina...for the last few months you've been on this power trip...you get a bullsh*t job for some bullsh*t web host, and all of a sudden you think you're something special! Well you know what...I guess it's up to me, the Snip, to bring your ass back down to earth!
Tina: WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, SNIPER?!?!?!?! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
Sniper: (reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a sheet of paper) Well...I think I'm the Osiris...I think I'm the Purest Player in the game! But...uh...I've got this sheet of paper here that says I'm ALSO the Prez of the NFWA!
PP: WHAT?!?!?!!?
RS: OH BOY!!!!
Tina: That...that's impossible! I didn't sign any...Panther got rid of that position months ago!
Sniper: (smiles) Tina...whether you like it or not, I'm the Prez of the NFWA once again...and this contract says that all decisions regarding the Ultimate Title will be made by GUESS WHO???? That's right...ME! (crowd pops) And I say that somebody's getting a Title shot at Maximum Carnage! Somebody's gonna face Scarlet KV for that title, but who...? (sinister smile)
Tina: Sniper, you BASTARD!!!!!!!!! SNIPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PP: Where's he going?!
RS: Sniper...Sniper walking away! Sniper's leaving!
PP: Who's getting the title shot?! Who's facing KV at Maximum Carnage?!!?!?!?
***Commercial for Maximum Carnage: This Sunday from Philly! Only on PPV!***
NFWA Slam of the Night
FNS (7/19/02)
VJ: Kammy and Dark are sisters of destruction! They're best of friends, and now Kammy in the ring with that chair! Kammy with the cha--OH NO!!!!!!!!
KT: HAHAHA!!!! DID YOU SEE THAT?!
VJ: SHE JUST HIT DARK!!!!! SHE SWUNG FOR TINA AND CAUGHT DARK SQUARE IN THE HEAD--COUGH DROP BY ALYSSA!!!!!!!!! COUGH DROP, DOWN GOES KAMMY!!!! And now look at the look on Tina's face!
KT: Yes! Because she realizes it! She realizes that this night is officially an Angelfire night! Can you feel it, Veej?! Can you feel it?!
VJ: Tina with Dark by the hair...she just got her head taken off by that steel chair...and watch Tina now! Darkest Desires...she can barely stand--AND THERE'S THE DDTINA!!!!!!!!!!!!! TINA HAS JUST SPIKED DARK WITH THAT DAMN DDTINA! And...oh look at her! Tina now hooking the leg, and she just told Alyssa to count it!
KT: Hold your breath, Veej! Here it comes...1...2...3!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!! TINA WINS!!!!!!! DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?!?!?!?!?!?!? OH MY GOD! OH MY!
VJ: Disgusting!
(***LIVE ACTION***The scene opens backstage in the Angelfire VIP room, where Angelfire sits around on the sofa eating popcorn and drinking Diet Dr. Pepper (Superstars) as Tina paces back and forth around the room)
Tina: H...(sighs) somebody tell me how the hell he got to be Prez again! Who reinstated Sniper as Prez...(to Firestorm) WAS IT YOU?!?! (Shoves him) YOU SON OF BITCH!
Firestorm: HEY! CALM THE F*CK DOWN! I don't even have the power to do that!
Tina: Well the only other people are me and J...(shudders) IT DOESN'T MATTER! But if Sniper thinks he's gonna be using his power to push me around...he is SADLY mistaken!
(Tina continues to pace the room, as the camera cuts to the dining area, where we see Kammy watching a videotape of Maximum Carnage 2001. Tristram walks into the room behind her with the NFWA TV Title draped over his left shoulder)
VJ: This must be payback from earlier on…Kammy's got that staple gun again!
DD: What is she gonna…oh no! Oh no…don't do that!
VJ: Kammy is standing over Path with that gun…
DD: She's crazy! Somebody call the white coats! Call the ASPCA! Damn it, call the police! Somebody stop this…
DD and VJ: OOOOOOHHHH MYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!
VJ: Kammy…she just stapled Paths…she just stapled…
DD: That was too far damn it! That was too damn far!!!!!
VJ: Kammy…she just…I can't even say what she just did! Get some help out here for Path!
Kammy: (smiles/sighs)
Tristram: Hey Kammy.
Kammy: (startled) Huh? Oh...hey Tristram.
Tristram: (sits on the edge of the table) Whatcha watching there?
Kammy: Maximum Carnage from last year...my 1st NFWA PPV...(sighs) I can't believe that the fed is actually closing.
Tristram: Yeah, I know what you mean. I mean...I was beginning to think this place would be around forever.
Kammy: Yeah...(begins to tear up)
Tristram: Now c'mon, Kammy! Don't start that!
Kammy: I'm sorry, it's just...(sobs) it's just...I can't believe this! (bursts into tears)
Tristram: (awkward silence) Um...it's ok Kammy...(pats her on the shoulder) it's alright. I'm gonna miss this place too...but maybe things will work out for the best....ya know? (pauses) C'mon, stop crying!
(Tristram puts his arm around Kammy and wipes the tears from her eyes. Kammy stops crying and sort of smiles at Tristram, who smiles back..)
???: *AHEM*
(The camera pans out, revealing Darkest Desires standing with her bullwhip in her hands)
Tristram: Hey Dark! (gets up and walks over to Dark)
Desires: Kammy, our match is up next...I'm not interrupting something...am I?
Tristram: Nah...she's just been a little down with the fed closing and all. I was just trying to cheer her up...
Desires: Ok...ok. (to Kammy) You ok?
Kammy: (sniffles) Yes.
Desires: Well good...we're up. Let's go! And, uh...(to Tristram) I'll see you later!
(Kammy and Desires exit the room and head towards ringside. The camera then cuts to the hallway outside of the skybox, where we see security trying to T Money headed towards the door surrounded by a group of security guards)
Guard: Sir...if you please...
T Money: Nah! That sucka gonna tell me right now...(shoves the guard aside and bursts into the room) SNIPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SNIPER!!!!!!!!
(The camera follows T Money into the skybox. It's empty. He looks around for a moment, before turning towards one of the guards)
Guard: Sir...so can you please...just leave...please.
T Money: Aight...aight, I see how it is! Sniper's ass is gonna need some more convincing! Well that's coo wit me, see cuz if he's having doubts about giving me my shot at the PPV...before the night is over, I will change his mind! (shoves the guard aside and leaves)
RS: What the...what did he mean by that?! What is T Money planning to do?!
Darkest Desires and Kammy Vs Esmerelda and Pandora
("Get this Party Started" by Pink hits the PA system as the arena lights drop, and pink spotlights flood the arena. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Esmerelda starts down the entrance ramp towards the ring. She climbs up the ring stairs, steps through the ropes and walks towards the center of the ring as the music dies down, "Pestilent Existance" by Against All Authority hits the PA system, and the crowd boos as Pandora steps out onto the stage and prances down the entrance ramp to the ring. She slides into the ring, rolls around on the mat a bit, then tries to go after Esmerela, but is held back by referee Stephanie Jenkins)
PP: WHOA! Is she crazy?!
RS: (sarcastically) No!
PP: Oh.
RS: Pandora and Esmerelda...partners here tonight against the Sisters of Destruction, Darkest Desires and the NFWA Women's CHampion Kammy. Of course, for those of you who don't know, a match has been signed for Maximum Carnage, and Kammy and Darkest Desires are slated to meet live on PPV in, get this...A BARBWIRE MATCH!
PP: Barbwire?!?!
RS: Yes! You heard it here, folks! Kammy and Desires! This Sunday Night, Barbwire match! The Women's Title will be on the line!
PP: And I thought Pandora was crazy! ARE THEY NUTS?!?!?!?!?
(The arena lights drop, "The Way You Like It" by Adema hits the PA system, and the crowd pops in the background. Purple and blue spotlights shine on the stage as Darkest Desires and Kammy step out from the locker room, Desires with her whip in her right hand, and Kammy with the Women's Title belt draped over her right shoulder. Desires cracks the whip a few times, and white pyro sparks explode from the stage as she and Kammy continue down the entrance ramp towards the ring. Before they can get there, however, Pandora slides out of the ring, rushes up the ramp and goes right at Kammy)
PP: Hey...what the...
RS: Watch Pandora...OH!!!! Kammy ducks the clothesline--PANDORA DOESN'T DUCK ONE FROM DARK!!!!!!!!!!! Pandora trying to ambush SoD on the arena floor--OH!!!! Esmerelda out there now just nailed Kammy with a hard forearm! Kammy fires back with a right hand of her own, and it's picking up out here ladies and gentlemen! Kammy and Esmeralda! Slugging it out! Desires with Pandora by the hair--PANDY HEADFIRST INTO THE STEEL GUARDRAIL! DOWN SHE GOES! And watch Kammy now! Handful of hair brings Esmerelda back down to ringside! Esmerelda tossed into the ring...
Ding Ding Ding!!!
RS: And there's the bell! This match is officially underway!
PP: I don't think they give a damn about the match! These ladies are trying to kill each other! OOH!
RS: OH! Kammy with a big kick right to the solarplexes of Esmerelda! And another one to the side of the head has Esmerelda...well...
PP: She coulda broken her jaw with that shot! C'mon, Esmerelda! Get up!
RS: Kammy has her by the hair now...brings her back to her feet! Esmerelda hard into the corner now...AND KAMMY OPENING UP ON HER OPPONENT! KAMMY! BURYING BOOTS INTO THE MIDSECTION OF ESMERELDA!!! KICK AFTER KICK AFTER KICK! AND NOW SHE'S GOT HER BY THE HAIR! KAMMY WITH ESMERELDA--OOOOOOOOH!!!!!!! DAMN! ESMERELDA JUST LAUNCHED ACROSS THE RING BY THAT PINK HAIR OF HERS! AND THIS NEW JERSEY CROWD IS SOLIDLY BEHIND KAMMY!
PP: Yeah it figures! This state is the World's pisshole. Hey...speaking of piss...how long do you think it'll take for Desires and Kammy to get pissed at each other?
RS: What?
PP: I mean...we saw the beginnings of it last week on FNS! You saw how mad Desires got when Kammy hit her with that chair! And now with this Women's Title match...barbwire Women's Title match scheduled for the PPV sunday...there's no way they're gonna stay on the same page! They'll probably be at each other's throats by the end of the match! HAHA!
RS: I doubt that! Dark has gone on record saying that she was just a little upset, and we shouldn't read into that any further!
PP: Well Rosie, it's not like you can actually read in the first place...
RS: Excuse me?! I stood up for you last week!
PP: And I appreciate it, but you know that--OH!
RS: OH GOD! Pandora sent crashing hard into the steel stairs by Desires--WHAT THE HELL?!?!
PP: What the...ROSIE WHAT'S GOING ON?!
RS: WE'VE GOT...CAN WE GET SOME SECURITY OUT HERE?! THAT FAN JUST PUT HIS HANDS ON DESIRES, DAMN IT!!
PP: He did a little more than just put his hands on her! WOW!
RS: That's nothing to make light of! This idiot fan out here just...he basically assaulted Desires, and that is absolutely uncalled for! We here at the NFWA encourage fans to enjoy the show, but doing what this guy just did is absolutely uncalled for!
PP: Yeah, and it looks like he's gonna be enjoying the rest of the show in jail! I hope they give him the same treatment they gave Panther on Friday! This guy actually deserves it--HEY C'MON!
RS: THIS IDIOT'S GOT HER AGAIN!!! THAT SON OF A...HE JUST BROKE AWAY FROM SECURITY--OH IT'S TRISTRAM!!!!!!!!
PP: OH!!! CAN HE DO THAT?!?!
RS: TRISTRAM JUST NAILED THAT FAN WITH A HARD RIGHT HAND! AND LOOK AT TRISTRAM! TRISTRAM HAS SNAPPED! TRISTRAM'S BEATING THE LIVING HELL OUTTA THAT FAN IN THE FRONT ROW!
PP: Did that guy just make the biggest mistake of his like or what?!
RS: We've got security...I'm sorry Dark had to go through that, as these guards try to get Tristram off of that young man...OH!!!!!!! DARK WITH A HARD KICK JUST CAUGHT PANDORA RIGHT IN THE MOUTH! And now what's she doing?! Desires up on the ring apron...
PP: Um...I think she's pissed now!
RS: Damn right she is! Dark calling for the tag...AND THERE IT IS!
PP: Um...Esmerelda! Run!
RS: Desires hits the ring--AND DRILLS ESMERELDA WITH A SPEAR!!!!!!!! DESIRES WITH A SPEAR! AND LOOK AT HER GO!!! RIGHT HANDS! RAPID RIGHTS AND LEFTS TO THE HEAD OF ESMERELDA! OH MY GOODNESS, DARK HAS LOST IT! Darkest Desires a house of fire! What's this now...Pandora back on the apron--OH!!!!!!!!!! DARK WITH A RIGHT HAND SENDS HER CRASHING RIGHT DOWN TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR! And now watch Kammy! Kammy to the floor now, and she's going after Pandora! Kammy...Pandora gets back to her feet--AND KAMMY RUNS RIGHT THROUGH HER WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!!!!!!!! Hard clothesline by the Women's Champion has Pandora flat on her back, as Dark continues to go to work on Esmerelda inside the ring! She's got her on the ropes...and she's plastering her with those chops to the chest!
PP: Ow! Ya think Esmerelda's having 2nd thoughts about this match?!
RS: Irish whip now...reversal by Esmerelda...Desires--OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!
PP: WHAT?!?!?!
RS: Desires...Desires just collided with Kammy! Kammy sent crashing into the guardrail! Watch Esmerelda! From behind...OH! BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!!!!!! Desires' head just hit hard off the mat! Esmerelda with the cover...hook of the leg...2...AND--NO! Desires able to get the shoulder up!
PP: Yeah, but look at Kammy!
RS: Yes...God! Kammy...she hit that guardrail at full force...and there you see Tristram right there! He came to ringside to aid Desires against that crazed fan and...oh no, Kammy's hurt! Kammy is hurt and hurt badly!
PP: No crap! And Desires is about to be hurt even worse in the ring!
RS: The tag has been made to Pandora! And watch Esmerelda here...snapmare take over! Desires is down! Pandora--OH!!!!!!!!!!! ROLLING NECK SNAP!!!! Trying to rip the head right off the shoulders of Dark! Pandora with the cover! 1...2...NO! Desires once again able to get the shoulder up...and Pete, I'm concerned about Kammy! Kammy hasn't moved since hitting that guardrail!
PP: She's tough! Tell her to walk it off!
RS: Walk it off?!
PP: Yes!
RS: SHE JUST GOT HER BRAINS KNOCKED OUT!!!! Kammy...and now there you see Tristram!
PP: What's he doing?!
RS: Tristram with Kammy now...picking her up and carrying her to safety!
PP: hey wait a minute! What about the match?! What about the match?
RS: Tristram carrying Kammy to the back! Darkest Desires is all alone! Fans, don't go away! We've gotta take a commercial break! In High Gear will continue when we return!!!!
***Commercial***
(When the break ends, Esmerelda has Desires locked in a reverse chinlock)
RS: Fans we're back here on Gear! Rosie Sanchez and Pittsburgh Pete, and it has been all Pandora and Esmerelda during the break! Desires...really hasn't recovered since that collision with Kammy before the break...
PP: Oh, and what about Kammy? You don't care about her or something?
RS: I never said that!
PP: Well you act like it! The Woman's half dead and you sit here cracking jokes about her!
RS: Now--Pete, I was actually feeling sorry for you after Taylor hit you with that blackjack! I can't believe you!
PP: Well it's not my fault that you favor Darkest Desires over Kammy! Don't blame me for your bias!
RS: (sighs) Kammy has been carried to the back, and now Darkest Desires being forced to go this thing alone, as this capacity crowd in East Rutherford rallies behind the former Women's Champion! Esmerelda with that chinlock cinched in deep...but Desires...Desires appears to be trying to make a comeback here! Desires apparently trying to combat this hold!
PP: Tighter, Esmerelda! Tighter!!!
RS: Desires trying to fight back to her feet! Desires...you can feel the adrenaline running through her veins! You can feel it running through this capacity crowd as--HEY DAMN IT!!!! ESMERELDA'S FEET ARE ON THE ROPE!!! HER FEET ARE ON THE DAMN ROPES--STEPHANIE JENKINS BREAKS THE HOLD!!!!!!!!
PP: WHAT!?!?!?
RS: Stephanie caught Esmerelda in the act and kicked her feet off of those ropes! And look at Esmerelda! She is furious!
PP: And rightfully so! She can not put her hands on a wrestler like that!
RS: Esmerelda having words with Stephanie here! Esmerelda...OH! Esmerelda shoving Steph! Steph shoves her right back!
PP: OH! You're asking for it, Jenkins! You are so asking for it!
RS: Esmerelda--OH!!!! STEPHANIE DUCKS A RIGHT HAND FROM ESMERELDA...DESIRES FROM BEHIND WITH A SCHOOLGIRL! DESIRES WITH A SCHOOLGIRL...1...2...OH!!!!!!!!!! PANDORA JUST ABLE TO BREAK THE COUNT BEFORE THE COUNT OF 3!
PP: Oh my goodness! Rosie...what is the deal with your best friend Stephanie Jenkins?!
RS: What?!
PP: I mean how biased can you get?! This match...damn it, this match just turned into a 2 on 2 affair! NO FAIR!
RS: Well...(rolls eyes) I'm not even gonna respond to you, as Esmerelda now...making the tag to Pandora! And watch Pandy...Desires down on the mat...spent after the tremendous sum of punishment she's taken thus far in this match, and Pandora's headed up to the top rope! Pandora...she may be going for the kill here!
PP: I think she is, Rosie! She's gonna kill her good! HAHA!
RS: Desires is down! Pandora...off the top with a BIIIIIIIIIIG LEGDROP--OOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!!!
PP; NO!
RS: She moved! Darkest Desires moved outta the way, and Pandora got nothing but canvas!
PP: Damn it, Pandy! get up!
RS: Pandora is hurt, but Desires is hurt as well! Desires...she really needs to make a tag here, but her partner is long gone! This thing...it's basically become a 2 on 1 situation, as Pandora now, makes the tag to Esmerelda! Esmerelda...back into the ring, and she's got Desires by the hair! Bringing Desires back to her feet...
PP: Rosie...I think now it's safe to say that this is the end for Darkest Desi--HEY!
RS: OH! DARK WITH THE DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN ON ESMERELDA!!!!!!!!!! WHAT IS DARK GONNA DO HERE?!
PP: Pandy!!! Do something! Quick! Quick!
RS: Desires...OH!!!!!!!!!!! SLINGSHOT BY DARK SENDS ESMERELDA CRASHING HARD INTO THE BUCKLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF SHE HIT THE POST THERE, BUT AGAIN, DARK IS DOWN AS WELL! SHE CANNOT CAPITALIZE ON THAT OFFENSIVE MANEUVER!
PP: Well...she's got no one to blame but herself there. Desires being the selfish bitch that she is, viciously attacked her own partner, putting out of action...
RS: STOP!
PP: What?! I'm just speaking the truth! Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if that was all a plan to soften Kammy up for the match on Sunday!
RS: You're trip, Pete! You know that?! Both women back to their feet here! Esmerelda tries a right hand! Dark counters into a backslide!!!!!!!! Dark trying to bring her over into backslide!! Esmerelda trying to fight it! Trying to shove Desires back into the buck...
PP: Hey! Watch Pandora! Watch Pando--OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU IDIOT!
RS: PANDORA TRIED TO HIT DARK, AND JUST CAUGHT HER PARTNER RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!! DROPKICK BY DARK SENDS PANDY DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PANDORA DOWN ON THE OUTSIDE!!! ESMERELDA ON DREAM STREET ON THE INSIDE!
PP: Esmerelda...Pandy...NO!!!!!
RS: OH!!! DARK COMBINATION! DARK COMBINATION ON ESMERELDA!!!! THAT IS ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DESIRES WITH THE COVER!! THE LEG IS HOOKED! 1...2...3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ding Ding Ding!!!! **Cue "The Way You Like It"
Announcer: here are your winners, the Sisters of Destruction!!!!!!!
RS: Kammy and Desires pick up the win here, and give credit to Desires!!! She fought half that battle on her own...and damn it, what a battle it was!
PP: I'll give her credit alright...for being the biggest cheater and the biggest glory hog ever to walk the face of the earth! I mean...we're in Kammy's home state...we're just miles away from Woodbridge, and this egotistical...so and so has the nerve beat up Kammy just so she can win the match on her own!
RS: That is not what happened!
PP: That's what I saw!
RS: Clean your glasses! Give credit to Desires for the win...and I can only hope that Kammy isn't injured too badly in the back!
(The scene camera cuts backstage, where we see Kid Money walking through the hallways towards ringside)
RS: Oh my goodness, ladies and gentlemen, much more action still to come on In High Gear, including that Huge Main Event involving Scarlet KV, Tre Ramzey and Spike...but Up Next! The Light Heavyweight Title's on the line! It's Kid Money defending against "Deadly Candy" Alyssa Sanders! Angelfire's first chance for revenge! Stay with us!!!!
***Commercial***
(The scene opens backstage in the medical area, where we see Amy Dumas standing with a mic)
AD: Fans, welcome back to In High Gear...the very last IHG here on the Fox Network, and later on tonight, Scarlet KV, Tre Ramzey and Spike were scheduled to do battle in a flaming barbwire cell match...but folks...unfortunately I've got some bad news! If you recall, at the top of the show, Tre Ramzey was assaulted by T Money with a sledgehammer...and as of right now, he's beign examined by EMT's and medical staff. Tre Ramzey appears to have suffered some sort of internal injuries...and quite frankly, doctors are unsure whether or not he'll be able to compete tonight. Fans, I'll keep you updated through out the show on the condition of Tre Ramzey as well as any updates I hear on the status of that match...
Darkest Desires: (in the background) WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!
Tristram: (also in the background) DARK! WILL YOU PLEASE CALM DOWN...
AD: (confused) What the...?
(The shouting is coming from behind a big blue curtain that separates the beds in the medical area. Amy takes a step towards that curtain, when suddenly Desires comes storming out from behind the curtain, shoving Amy to the ground. Tristram then rushes out after her, stepping over Amy)
Tristram: Dark, will you calm down for a minute?! DARK!?!?!!?
PP: What the hell is this?! General Hospital?!
Light Heavyweight Title: Kid Money (Champion) Vs "Deadly Candy" Alyssa Sanders
(The lights flash a bright green as "Without Me" by Eminem starts up over the PA system. The crowd pops in the background as Kid Money steps out from the locker room with the NFWA Light Heavyweight Title strapped around his waist. He throws his arms into the air then walks down the entrance ramp to a strong ovation from the crowd. He hops upon the ring apron, steps through the ropes and walks towards the center of the ring, raising the title high into the air. The music dies down, the lights turn a dark pink as "My Generation" hits the PA system. The cheers turn to wild boos as "Deadly Candy" Alyssa Sanders steps out from the locker room and heads down the entrance ramp to ringside. As she gets closer to the ring, Kid Money leans against the ropes, holding them open for her)
RS: Well ladies and gentlemen...this is certainly a rare encounter! An intergender match for the Light Heavyweight Title as Kid Money does battle with Angelfire's Alyssa Sanders...Tina signing this match to, and I quote..."humiliate" Kid Money!
PP: Maybe, but this Kid Money's a killer damn it! I mean...he's one of the greatest X-Treme Champions in NFWA History! What the hell do you think he'll do to a little thing like Alyssa?!
RS: What's this here? Kid Money holding the ropes open for Alyssa...wait a minute!
PP: What's the matter, Alyssa? Scared?
RS: Alyssa Sanders...not trusting Kid Money here, and to be quite honest, I don't blame her!
PP: Damn right, Kid Money doesn't care who you are! He'll beat your ass, man, woman or child...HEY!!!!!!
RS: DIAMOND!!! DIAMOND FROM THE BACK!!! DIAMOND JUST TOSSED ALYSSA INTO THE RING!!!!
PP: What in the world?!?!?
Ding Ding Ding!!!
RS: OH!!!!! THIS MATCH IS UNDERWAY!!! AND NOW LOOK AT KID MONEY!!! STOMPING AWAY!! PUTTING THE BOOTS TO ALYSSA AS DIAMOND HEADS BACK UP THE RAMP TOWARDS THE LOCKER ROOM!
PP: What the heck was that all about?!
RS: This Sunday night, Diamond will meet Alyssa Sanders in a Beach fight! And that's if she can make it past Kid Money here! Watch this now! Kid with Alyssa now...bringing her back to her feet--OH!!! Hard boot to the midsection of Alyssa! And another one sends her back to the buckle!!! Kid now...Irish whip...ALYSSA HITS HARD OFF THE BUCKLE...AND WALKS RIGHT INTO A KASH KICK FROM KID MONEY!!!!!!!!! Kash Kick right on the jaw! And Alyssa Sanders...Deadly Candy is being absolutely obliterated!!!
PP: If somebody can get word to Tina, let her know that it don't look like Kid Money's gonna be toppling anytime soon!
RS: Kid Money with Alyssa once again...OH! Slapping her hard across the back of the head! AND A BOOT RIGHT TO THE GUT OF THE 100-LB FORMER WOMEN'S CHAMP! Kid Money...he's basically toying with her, Pete!
PP: No! He's doing exactly what Angelfire said Alyssa was gonna do earlier on! He's humiliating her!
RS: There's another Irish whip...Alyssa off the ropes and--WHOA!!!!!!!! HURACANRANA ATTEMPT BY ALYS--OH DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PP: WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!! That's it! That's gotta be it!
RS: POWERBOMB!!!!!!!! DAMN WHAT A POWERBOMB! ALYSSA DAMN NEAR GOT DRIVEN THROUGH THE MAT WITH THAT ONE! And watch Kid Money...Kid with the cover...1...2...wait! Oh boy!
PP: HAHA! Let the humiliation begin!
RS: Kid pulling Alyssa back up! Now I KNOW he's toying with her!
PP: And he's about to destroy her! AND IT'S ON YOUR HANDS TINA!
RS: Kid Money...bringing little Alyssa back to her feet! God only knows...WHAT THE HELL?!
PP: What...oh, it's that idiot Kevin Taylor! What the hell is he doing out here?!
RS: Kevin Taylor out from the locker room! Taylor on his way down here, don't tell me we're gonna hafta put up with his crap again! Don't tell...hey wait a minute! What the hell is he doing now?!
PP: He's begging to get his ass kicked! That's what he's doing!
RS: Kevin Taylor on the apron! Taylor...he's got the attention of Kid Money--OH!!!!!!! Kid...he just tried to take his head off with that right hand!
PP: Taylor...that idiot must have a death wish or something!
RS: He's affiliated with Angelfire in some wa--HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PP: What?!
RS: ALYSSA JUST HIT KID MONEY WITH SOMETHING!!! SHE HIT HIM RIGHT ON THE JAW! THE REFEREE WAS LOOKING AT TAYLOR...HE DIDN'T SEE A THING!
PP: What'd she hit him with?!
RS: I dunno what the hell she hit him with, but Kid Money just went down like he's been shot! And now watch Alyssa...Alyssa headed up to the top rope...
PP: Oh Rosie, don't tell me!
RS: Alyssa...Kid Money hasn't moved an inch since getting hit...what she hit him with I don't know! But Kid Money is down! Kid Money is out! Alyssa is on the top rope!
PP: no! Move, Kid! Move! Move!
RS: OOOOOOOH! SWEET SENSATION CONNECTS!!!!! THE SWEET SENSATION! HOOK OF THE LEG...2...DAMN IT!!!!!!!! WE'VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!!!!!!!!
Ding Ding Ding!!!! **Cue "My Generation"
Announcer: Here is your winner, and NEW NFWA Light Heavyweight Champion: "Deadly Candy" Alyssa Sanders!!!!!!!
RS: DAMN IT! DEADLY CANDY HAS STOLE THIS THING! SHE HAS STOLEN THE LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP FROM KID MONEY! AND THIS IS WHAT TINA WAS TALKING ABOUT! THIS WAS THE HUMILIATION...SON OF A BI--I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS SH*T!
PP: I can't either...I mean...Kid! How could ya lose to a woman!
RS: It was those damn knucks...or whatever she hit him with! And watch this asshole Taylor! Alyssa's got the Light Heavyweight Title and she's getting outta dodge! She's leaving...and Taylor...this bastard is actually getting into the ring! What the hell is he up to?!
KT: (music dies down) My...my...my...my...my! (crowd chants "Taylor sucks") IS THIS NOT A HISTORY-MAKING MOMENT OR WHAT?!?!?!? (LOUD boos as Taylor plants his foot into the chest of an unconscious Kid Money)
RS: Oh...he's asking for it! He's REALLY asking for it!
KT: Ladies and gentlemen...allow me...KEVIN...YANCY...TAYLOR...to congratulate the first female ever to become a 2 time...2 time...2 time...2 time...2 time Light Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOOOORRRRLD! "DEADLY CANDY"...ALYSSA...SANDERS!!!!!!!!!!
(WILD boos from the crowd, as chants of "Bullsh*t, Bullsh*t" echo through out the arena)
KT: Yes, yes! I love it too! I really...really do! Now...(Kid Money starts to stir, so he kicks him in the head) jerk! Now...as much as I LOOOVE Alyssa...and as proud of her as I am right now...just like I know that the rest of you are as well...I'm not out here for Alyssa Sanders! NO! I'm not even out here for this...foul mouthed...gap-toothed...RUFFIAN...Kid Money! I'm not out here for him! I'm out here for 1 reason and one reason only...and no, it's not even you, Rosie! I apologize, but as much as I'd like to, I just can't help you out on commentary here tonight! I'm out here for one man...and I'm sure right now he's sitting out on a street corner somewhere...maybe shivering on a crate, watching this through some department store window, and being the intellectual midget that he is, I'm pretty gosh darn sure that he doesn't know who I'm addressing! Well open your eyes...DELAWARE DAVE! (crowd pops) Because you had better believe that I am talking to you!
PP: Dave?!
RS: What's he want with Dave?! Dave doesn't work here anymore!
PP: unless he wants another ass kicking! Hell, we don't need Dave! I'll whoop his ass myself!
RS: Easy, Shamu!
PP: Now--WHAT?!
KT: Now Delaware...4 months ago...your butt...no! YOUR ASS was fired...right here on live TV by the lovely, fair-minded leader of Angelfire, that being Tina Laurer! (crowd boos) And since that time...I stepped up to the proverbial plate...proving once and for all that what I've been saying all along is the God-honest truth! And that's that Kevin Yancy Taylor is the #1 broadcast journalist in this industry! (crowd boos) Oh c'mon! You people don't hafta be envious! I mean, I was already the King of Tuesday nights...sitting right over there beside that fat tub of lard Pittsburgh Pete...week in and week out making that chicken sh*t, so-called color commentator look like a million bucks, because gosh darn it, I AM that good! The IHG ratings were through the roof...thanks to MY excellent, top-notch broadcast journalism! (crowd boos) Oh you can boo, but you know it's the truth! Suddenly, I go to FNS and Voila...IHG is a mere shell of its former self! A mere reminder of the days of yesteryear! I mean...let's be honest...if I had chosen to remain the host of In High Gear, do you REALLY think that this would be the very last episode?! (Crowd boos) I rest my case! Now Delaware Dave, I know you turn on your TV weekly...you watch FNS, you watch the PPVs, and you get JEALOUS! You envy me, just like all of these morons do! Just like Rosie Sanchez does! Just like your fatass of a cousin does! You envy me because with my silver tongue I've brought more life, more energy, more entertainment to these unwashed masses in the last 3 months than you have in the NFWA's entire 2 year history! And you couldn't handle that, could you, Delaware Dave? No you could not! Your jealousy had overcome you...it was pretty obvious after SlamFest that we'd probably NEVER see your sorry carcass again, so what did you do? You attacked me...from behind, might I add! Not once, but twice! You attacked me and you ran like the sniveling coward that you are! (crowd boos) Well David...a coward, I am not! KEVIN YANCY TAYLOR...I AM!!!!!!!!! And that's why, Dave...if you're watching right now...if you can hear me, I'm issuing to you a challenge! A challenge for this Friday Night in Atlantic City! You and I...in this ring...no sneak attacks...no guns...no knives...crossbows...whatever you've got up your sleeve! I challenge you, Dave...to a wrestling match!
PP: WHAT?!
RS: YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!
KT: Yes, Dave! I'm issuing a challenge, and in fact...I am so confident that I can defeat you in a 1 on 1 encounter that I will sweeten the deal, Dave! If you...somehow...by hook or by crook manage to defeat I...KEVIN YANCY TAYLOR...(crowd boos) in this match on FNS! Then...well...I will forfeit my contract to you!!
PP: What!?
KT: Yes...I will give up my position as the NFWA's color commentator, and I will leave the NFWA immediately! No more FNS...I won't do the PPV Sunday! I'll leave, and I'll hand my job over to you! That's how confident I am! (crowd pops) Yes, ladies and gentlemen, CHEER! CHEER LIKE YOU'VE NEVER CHEERED BEFORE, because this Friday night...IF Delaware Dave has the intenstinal fortitude to accept my honorable challenge...then I...KEVIN YANCY TAYLOR...will give him the beating of his life! I will beat him within an inch of his miserable life and show that without a shadow of doubt that I am the #1 broadcast journalist in the game...and most important of all, that I am BETTER! Repeat after me, Jersey! That I am BETTER...than he ever was! And that I am BETTER...B-E-T-T-E-R...BETTER! Than he ever...will...BE! (crowd cheers) THANK YOU! THANK YOU! YOU'RE A GREAT CROWD! REALLY...YOU ARE! (blows a kiss to the audience)
RS: OH WAIT A SECOND!!!!!!! KID MONEY!!! KID MONEY FROM BEHIND!! MILLION DOLLAR DREAM ON TAYLOR! MILLION DOLLAR DREAM ON TAYLOR!!!!!!
PP: HAHA! GO, KID, GO!!!! PUT HIM TO SLEEP! SLEEEP! SLEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
RS: OH DAMN! It's the Superstars! DJP and Kerrboski, the World Class Superstars out from the locker room! And they're doing a number on Kid Money! Kid Money...he's outnumbered here! DJP and Kerrboski...double teaming the now former Light Heavyweight CHampion...AND HERE COMES T MONEY!!!!!!!! T MONEY FROM THE LOCKER ROOM!
PP: AND HE'S GOT THAT SLEDGEHAMMER! YOU'D BETTER RUN, YOU IDIOTS! RUN!
RS: T MONEY--OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE ALMOST CAUGHT DJP WITH THAT SHOT, BUT DJP GETTING OUTTA DODGE! THE SUPERSTARS HEADED TO THE BACK! THEY'LL FACE T MONEY IN A TRIPLE THREAT MATCH FOR THE TITLE LATER TONIGHT! AND TAYLOR...OH GOD HE GOT CAUGHT!
PP: HAHA! Taylor, you idiot!
RS: Kevin YANCY Taylor tried to sneak his narrow ass outta there...OOOOOOOOOOH LORD he's gonna get it!
PP: Look at Kevin, Rosie--HAHA! LOOK! I THINK...I THINK HE'S PISSED HIS PANTS!
RS: Taylor...he is scared to death of T Money and Kid Money! The Young Killaz have Taylor, and look at Kevin...Kevin is absolutely scared to death--HE'S OFFERIN THEM MONEY!!!!!!!! KEVIN TAYLOR...
PP: He just handed them his whole wallet!
RS: Taylor...he's not getting off the hook that easily! Hell no....KNEE TO THE GUT BY KID MONEY! WATCH T...OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLEDGEHAMMER RIGHT TO THE FACE OF KEVIN TAYLOR!!!!!!!!!!! KEVIN YANCY TAYLOR IS DOWN...THANKS TO THE #1 SLEDGEHAMMER SHOT IN THE GAME!!!!!!!!!!! HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!
("The Bloodline Anthem" hits the PA system as T Money raises the sledgehammer into the air and Kid Money points at the Superstars, who are watching from the stage. The 2 teams stare each other down, as we cut to an IHG graphic of Panther)
RS: Oh my goodness, fans, it's electric in this place tonight! But fans...up next...the exclusive interview that I conducted with Panther earlier in the day. Folks...I will say once again, it is a side of Panther that I...as long as I've known him, have never seen before. It's an IHG exclusive, and fans...IT'S NEXT!
***Commercial for Maximum Carnage...followed by one for that move Blue Crush***
(Spike is caught in the back on a crate dressed up in his leather Jacket black tanktop jeans, boots and his golden flaming seven belt ...he is asked a question on what he intends to do tonight and what is next for him..)
" I intend , to be victorious ...to coin a phrase..for Fate and my Destiny (he pauses to laugh)...and..oh they'll feel the pain..."
(Spike bends down and brings up the barbed wire bat..looks at it and lays it on the crate to the side as he sits...)
"Oh yea they are gonna feel all the pain tonight...
(Spike pauses and bows his head..and claspes his hands together , and speaks once more...)
"My pain comes ....after tonight...when I leave this place, for what will hopefully be "greener pastures"...wish me luck,
Spike, in all his glory ..
will rest in peace...
(Spike moves his head upwards once more and glares at the interviewer, who cowers in fear...Spike slides down from the crate, looks at the interviewer, shoves him away...
"Bugger Off"
(The warrior walks from veiw, as the camera cuts back out to ringside, where Rosie Sanchez and Pittsburgh Pete sitting at the announce table)
RS: Fans, you just heard from Spike, and right here tonight, he will go into battle with Scarlet KV and...perhaps Tre Ramzey! We still don't know what condition Ramzey's in after being attacked by T Money, but assuming he's able to compete...it will be a triple threat, flaming barbwire cell match between these athletes! The Ultimate Title not on the line...
PP: Heh...we still don't know who KV's gonna be defending against at the PPV!
RS: That's true, and speaking of the PPV...earlier today...as I've said through out the show, I was able to catch up with Panther...Panther, not fully recovered from the vicious beating he received Friday Night at the hands of Shawn Michaels and a group of crooked cops! For those of you who missed it, here's what went down!
FNS (7/19/02):
Female voice: THAT'S HIM!!!! THAT'S HIM, OFFICERS!!!! THAT'S THE MAN WHO ATTACKED MY HUSBAND!!!
RS: What the...
VJ: Who in the wor--HEY!!!!!! That's....THAT'S REBECCA!!!! SHAWN MICHAELS' WIFE REBECCA!
Panther: (being shoved against the limo by 2 of the cops) What the hell is this?!
Cop #1: Sir, you have the right to remain silent.
Cop #2: Charges have been filed against you for the breaking and entering...also for the assault of a Mr. Michael Hickenbottom in San Antonio, TX. I'm sorry, sir, but you're under arrest!
Panther: What the...(being cuffed) this...this is bullsh*t!!!
RS: Can you believe this Vince?!
VJ: Panther...oh my goodness! Panther is being placed under arrest!
::LATER::
Crystal: What's wrong?
Diamond: (voice cracking) That was the police...they say...they don't have any record of Panther being arrested here tonight.
Crystal: Huh? What do you mean they don't have any record...
Diamond: That's what they said, Crystal!
Crystal: Well...if he wasn't arrested, where the hell is he, then?!
Diamond: I don't know, Crystal! I don't even know!
(Suddenly, the Panthertron lights up, showing a police car sitting on the side of a dark road. The only light we see comes from the red and blue lights on top of the police car. Suddenly, we see the door fly open, and we see what appears to be Panther being dragged out of the back of the car)
Panther: (chuckles) This doesn't look like a police station to me...(one of the cops shoves Panther facefirst against the hood of the car) HEY!
Officer #1: SHUT UP!
Panther: Don't tell me to shut up! Listen, I don't know who the f*ck you think you are, or who you think you're dealing with, but--OOH!!!
RS: HEY WAIT A SECOND!
VJ: That cop...that cop just hit Panther with that nightstick! What the...what the hell?!?!
RS: What is this, Vince?!
VJ: We've got...those cops...those 2 cops are attacking Panther! Panther...where the hell are they?!
RS: I dunno, but Panther's...this isn't right, Vince! This isn't--OH GOD!!!!
VJ: Oh dear Lord! That nightstick...right to the head of Panther! C'mon now, this is ridiculous! This is absolutely...Panther is down! Panther being beaten down in the streets by these cops...these crooked cops! Whoever they are! Dear Lord what is the meaning of this?! Why are they doing this to Panther?! Why?!?!?!
Familiar Voice: That's enough, gentlemen!
(The scene cuts back to Diamond's office, where we see she and Crystal watching the attack on the TV monitor. Back in the street, a flashlight is shined on Panther's fallen body. He's busted wide open, bleeding from the head, the nose and the mouth. Suddenly, the camera turns around, revealing the face of...)
VJ: OH! DAMN IT, THAT'S MICHAELS!!!!!! SHAWN MICHAELS...
HBK: That's right! (chuckles) How about it, NFWA! How about it, Diamond? Sweetie pie! Say hello to your little husband here! (turns the camera back around, focusing on Panther) Panther, Panther, Panther. Tsk, tsk! Did you really think you were above the law, my friend? Did you really think that you could commit such a crime against old HBK and get away with it?! (laughs) Well P...buddy, you were sadly mistaken! (the cops lift Panther up) Ya see pal...one thing you've gotta realize about crime...is that IT JUST...DOESN'T...PAY!!!!!!
VJ: OH!!!!!!! DAMN IT! THAT COP WITH ANOTHER SHOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THAT NIGHTSTICK!
RS: This is just ridiculous!
HBK: ...by closing the NFWA, I was doing the world a favor! I was ridding the world of an evil...as sinful program, and I think the World is thankful, but Panther...you just don't seem to get it!...that you too seem to be consumed by evil! Well Panther...there is only one way that I see fit of getting that evil outta you...and that's to beat it outta you! Ya know what...gimme that!
(Shawn lays the camera down on the ground, with Panther's body out of camera view.)
VJ: Michaels...what the hell is he doing, Rosie?!
RS: I dunno, but this is bad! I mean...Panther's out there all by himself! He's handcuffed! he can't defend himself, and now Michaels and these damn cops **THUD** what was...**THUD** what are they doing?!
VJ: Michaels...**THUD THUD THUD** Shawn Michaels...what the hell are they doing to Panther?!?!?! What in God's name...
(We see a small stream of blood run down the street in front of the camera.)
VJ: my God, what has Michaels done to Panther?! What has...God!
HBK: (sound of paper crumpling in the background) Thank you officers! Panther...(laughs) it's been fun, buddy! I'll see ya when I see ya...chump! HAHA!
(Michaels grabs the camera, takes one last shot of Panther's bloody body, then climbs into the back of the police car with the officers. The engine starts up, and the car pulls off, leaving Panther lying on the side of the road)
RS: Wait a minute! They're not gonna leave him out there, are they?!
VJ: Michaels and the police...they've just done a number on Panther and...my God he's stranded! Panther's been beaten down and left for dead!
(***EARLIER TODAY*** The scene opens at Panther's house, where we see he and Rosie sitting opposite one another, Panther on a black leather sofa, and Rosie sitting in a matching armchair. Panther's wearing a black and red "Panther 187" basketball jersey, black, loose fitting jeans, and black Iversons on his feet. On his head, he's wearing a two-tone black and red du rag and a rather large bandana to cover the injuries from the FNS beating. He's wearing dark shades...perhaps to cover a black eye. Rosie leans towards Panther with notebook in hand, and speaks)
RS: Panther...first off, I know that the two of us haven't always seen eye to eye...but I just wanna let you know that I respect and appreciate everything you've done for this company for the past 2 years. (Panther nods) Um...how are you feeling after the attack on Friday?
Panther: (blankly stares at Rosie)
RS: Well...(nervously) the beating...I'm not sure exactly how bad it was, or how severe...but on TV, it looked bad. I mean...
Panther: Stop right there for a second. Rosie...you saw what happened, didn't you? You saw it, I got my ass kicked, plain and simple, right?
RS: Well...with all due respect, it seemed like a little more than just a simple ass kicking.
Panther: Well ok then. It was more than an ass kicking. I got set up, I got beaten down and I got left out there for dead. How the f*ck do you think I feel after that sh*t happened? Huh?
RS: Well...
Panther: Laying out there on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere! Bleeding...hurt...bugs and sh*t crawling all over me! What the f*ck?! You think that sh*t amuses me or something? What...you think that was some kinda joy ride to me?!
RS: (nervously) I just...w-wanted to know how you're feeling after the attack, as your friend and former employee!
Panther: I feel like sh*t! Next question! (exhales deeply)
RS: Um...Panther...as you know, this Sunday night is Maximum Carnage...right here in your hometown of Philly. And...uh...that will be the last NFWA PPV. Now...i know that you're no longer CEO, and you really haven't had much to do with the NFWA since February, but Panther...as we sit here right now...just days away from the final show, tell me...what's running through your mind. I mean...for 2 years you built this company up to be one of the best in the biz...THE best in the biz. And now...seemingly overnight...that's been taken away...it's all been...wiped out.
Panther: (chuckles) Gee, Rosie, you make it sound so sweet. (Rosie laughs) You know...I'd really be lying if I said it didn't bother me that the NFWA is going out like this. I mean...sh*t...like you said, I put 2 years into that company. I mean...I put my heart and soul into the NFWA.I made it the #1 thing in my life...everything else came 2nd. I mean...yeah, it's like my child's dying or something like that, so no matter what I've said over the past few months, how involved I've been in the NFWA, yeah, it hurts to see it...basically all just come down to this. Am I sad to see the NFWA go...yes. I'm sad...but it doesn't make me angry, Rosie. (sighs) See...Michaels...Tina...all them in Angelfire, they'll come out and try to rub it in that they closed the fed. They destroyed the NFWA, like it's hurting me. So the f*ck what?! That sh*t doesn't bother me...as a matter of fact, had me and Di even won that match, I'll go on the record and say I was gonna close the NFWA myself! (laughs) You're looking at me like I'm crazy, but I'm dead serious. The NFWA...and this wrestling biz in general. It was a chapter of my life that I had a lotta fun with...I had a lotta success, but honestly, it's time to move on. You know? I'll always look back on these days as a good time in my life...2 great years in the NFWA, 7 years in this business overall...but it's time to move on to something new. I got in this game at a young age, and I'm ready to get out and move on to something else. That's the only way I can put how I feel about the NFWA.
RS: I understand. Back to the match at SlamFest...you said had you won, you would've closed the fed.
Panther: Yeah. I mean, everybody thinks that match was all about me fighting to keep the NFWA alive. I wasn't fighting for the NFWA, I could care less about the NFWA at that point. The only thing I was worried about was getting revenge for my wife and for my baby...my baby that Angelfire took away from me, and I promise, with God as my witness, if Tina thinks she's off the hook just cuz the fed is closing...(deep breath) Rosie...she has no idea. She...(sighs) look, I've had enough run-ins with the police lately...I'm just gonna leave it there. (laughs)
RS: (smiles) I see. **clears throat** Now Panther it's no secret that you've become very popular in the last year...I mean, sitting here talking to you right now, it's almost hard to imagine that I'm sitting here chatting with the leader of the feared Dynasty! The man who screwed Lightning out of the World Title at On Deadly Ground. Now...back to SlamFest. Rumors have been running rampant around the locker room that you've been deeply depressed since the loss...that actually losing the match...and letting down Diamond along with the rest of the NFWA locker room has been weighing heavily on your mind. Now...whether or not this is true, I'm not sure. But thinking back...and remembering the kind of person that you once were...remembering that you, in fact, doublecrossed Shawn Michaels a year prior to him screwing you out of the mixed tag at SlamFest 2...do you feel that...well...do you feel that karma has played a role in some of your luck this year? Do you feel that maybe...maybe at SlamFest 2...you got your just deserts from Shawn Michaels?
(Panther leans forward, slightly, resting his elbows on his thighs, as he cracks his knuckles. He looks down at the floor, seemingly troubled by the question. Then, Panther removes his shades, revealing, as suspected, a black eye)
Panther: Just deserts, huh?
RS: I'm just...
Panther: Nah, don't take it back. You said it now.
RS: I wasn't planning to.
Panther: Well that's good, but now listen to what I've gotta say. Now...Rosie, like I said, I've been in this biz for 7 years. 7 long years...and people in this biz...I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. There are a lotta dirty people in the wrestling biz. Now when I came into this game...I tried being Mr. Nice Guy. I tried playing Panther the Hero, and I got sh*tted on! There's no other way to put it. I tried to be a nice guy, and those same dirty ass people in this biz sh*t on me...they took advantage of me. I tried being loyal to my friends...my so-called friends. Each and every last one of them...even Sniper and Joanie. Each and every last one of them has stabbed me in the back, they've left me out to dry. Now that doesn't excuse anything I've done over the past 2-3 years, because I've done a lotta stuff I'm not proud of...but tell me something. If I'm trying to be successful...if the people closest to me were willing to turn their backs on me in order to reach success...why shouldn't I do the same thing?! Huh? (pause) What, was I supposed to just sit back and let people walk all over me for the rest of my career?! (scoffs) You're damn right I've pulled some rotten sh*t to get ahead. I've pulled some dirty tricks to maintain control here in the NFWA...just like things that have been done to me. See Rosie...I'm sure you've heard that old saying that "If you hang around dirt, you're gonna get dirty"...well it's basically the same thing. This business has a funny way of corrupting even the nicest people...and that's one reason I'm ready to get out of it right now. I'm done with it. But Michaels...(sniffles) Rosie, I sure as hell hope you're not gonna sit over there and tell me that I was wrong for doing what I did to him last year at SlamFest. (sighs) Rosie...you know me! You know me personally, and you know damn well what kinda sh*t that man put me through! You know it!
RS: Yes...I know.
Panther: This thing with me and Michaels goes back before the NFWA! I mean, this was a man who was supposed to be my mentor. This is somebody...he wants to talk about how he made me what I am today! And you're damn right he made me what I am today, he made me absolutely miserable! (deep breath) 9 months, Rosie! 9 months me and Joanie put up with him! We put up with HBK Inc! And it wasn't a professional thing! This went beyond profession! Michaels and his people...they tried to ruin my personal life, and I'm trying...(sniffles) I'm trying not to go off on a tangent or anything like that, but you have no idea what he put me through! All of that pain! I mean, damn, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have even known Tina! She would've been out of my life, and I'd be happy! (pause) Now last year at SlamFest...when I took that chair and I busted him upside his head, I did that for payback...for everything he did to me in the past! All the games! The political bullsh*t he pulled! (sighs) Rosie...the man's lucky that the beating me and Chyna gave him was all he got! (sighs) Now just when I think I'm done with that piece of sh*t...just when I think I don't hafta worry about him ever again, now he's back! (brief pause/rubs his right eye) Rosie...you said am I depressed, am I disappointed with the loss at SlamFest, HELL YEAH I am! The night before the PPV...me and Di...we were sitting back in the hotel room...I looked her in the eyes and I made her a promise! I PROMISED HER we would win that match at SlamFest 2! I made a promise that I would pay Angelfire back for what they did to her! To what they did to our child, and I promised her that the same thing would happen to anybody that ever...even thought of hurting her again! That and 10 times worse! And now...thanks to this...that...(sniffles) because of him, all of a sudden I'm a liar to my wife. Because of Shawn Michaels, I broke a promise to the woman I love...and now I look like half a man. Now I'm looking like somebody...like...(takes his index and thumb fingers and rubs his eyes)
RS: Are you ok?
Panther: (stares at the floor in silence)
RS: Panther...if you want, I can go...
Panther: (looks up/sniffles) Nah, keep that f*cking camera open, cuz this is the only time I'm gonna say this!
(Panther looks up at the camera with a look of intensity and fury. He's taking deep, rapid breaths, almost as if he's fighting back tears)
Panther: I cannot describe the pain that Shawn has put me through in the last month...much less the last 6-7 years! Now you would think after the beating me and Joanie gave his ass last year...after the beating I gave him in his own damn house! You would think he woulda learned his damn lesson, but he keeps on coming back! And he's gonna keep on, until he makes me do something I regret...(pauses to calm himself) Rosie...Michaels is pushing me...and I can see after Friday night, there ain't nothing I can do to him without him calling the cops on me. That's how much of a pussy he is. But I'm gonna end this thing between me and him...one way or another...this thing between me and Michaels is gonna end...and it can end 1 of 2 ways...we can do it legally...1 on 1, straight up, man to man and we can settle this sh*t once and for all...or #2...God as my witness...he had just better pray to God he accepts that challenge! (breathing heavily)
(Panther then buries his chin into his right hand, as he sits there, staring blankly at something in the distance. Rosie is silent, almost stunned.)
Panther: You got anything else you wanna ask me, Rosie?
RS: Um...(getting up) no...Panther, I think that'll be all.
Panther: Good.
(Panther immediately gets up and exits the room, as Rosie signals for the camera crew to cut. ***LIVE ACTION*** The scene opens backstage, where we see T Money walking towards the ring with the I-C Title in 1 hand and his sledgehammer in another)
PP: Ah! From bad to worse, Rosie!
RS: Strong...emotional words by Panther. Personally, I feel sorry for Shawn Michaels! I would not wanna be him, that's for sure! But fans, up next...it's the I-C Title 3-Way! T Money does battle with the World Class Sup...
(The camera cuts to the VIP room, where we see the World Class Superstars and Tina huddled up in a circle)
Tina: I guarantee you, it's a fool-proof plan! T Money is gonna wish...(spots the camera) GET OUT!!!!! DAMN IT, SHUT THAT CAMERA OFF!!!!!!! SHUT IT OFF!!!!!!! **camera goes black**
PP: What was that all about?!
RS: What does Tina have up her sleeve?!
***Commercial***
(The scene opens backstage, where we see Kammy walking through the hallways. She looks somewhat dazed, when she comes across Big Foot)
Kammy: Hey...Big Foot.
Big Foot: Hey Kammy.
Kammy: You seen Dark and Tristram anywhere?
Big Foot: Nah...I'm sorry. If I see em, though, I'll tell em you were looking for em.
Kammy: Ok, thanks alot! I appreciate it.
(Big Foot nods, and Kammy continues walking down the hall. She walks past a wooden door, when suddenly, Esmerelda bursts out of the room with a baseball bat and nails Kammy in the back of the head)
RS: OH!!! WHAT ON EARTH?!?!?!
PP: THAT'S ESMERELDA!!!!!!
RS: Esmerelda...attacking Kammy with that damn bat!!! What the hell...get some help back there!!!!!!! Kammy's been hurt enough already! Kammy's been...Esmerelda's got her by the hair...KAMMY SENT HEADFIRST CRASHING INTO THE DOOR!!!!!!!!!! THIS ISN'T RIGHT, DAMN IT! THIS ISN'T RIGHT!!!!!
(Officials burst into the picture to wrestle Esmerelda off of Kammy. Esmerelda drops the bat and walks out of the room, as officials look after Kammy. The camera then cuts out to ringside, for the next match)
I-C Title: T Money (champion) Vs DJP Vs Kerrboski
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen...the following contest...scheduled for 1 fall, is a Triple Threat Match, and is for the NFWA Intercontinental Championship! (crowd pops) And now...allow me to introduce to you...the special guest referee for this bout...
***BUZZZZ!!! BUZZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZZZ!!!!!***
RS: Oh what the hell?!?!? What the hell is this?!?!?!
(The "You Gets No Love" remix hits the PA system. Throbbing red and pink spotlights shine over the arena, thick smoke rolls out from the back, and red lasers fan out of the entrance in the form of a Superwoman "S". Suddenly, a diamond-shaped pyro blast goes off on stage, and the crowd boos wildly as Tina walks out from the back wearing a referee's t-shirt)
RS: Now what is this?! Tina is the special guest referee?!!??!?!
PP: What the...how the hell...Rosie...
RS: Tina is trying to screw T Money out of the I-C Title! I don't believe this!!!!!!!!!
(Tina walks down the entrance ramp, climbs up the ring stairs and steps into the ring. The music dies down, the lights turn a bright gold and the low drums of the Olympic theme are heard over the PA system. Golden sparks shower down from the rafters, and the crowd boos wildly as Kerrboski and DJP walk out onto the stage with the Tag Team Titles around their waists. They taunt the crowd as they walk down the entrance ramp towards the ring, pointing and waving in Tina's direction. They slide under the bottom rope, high five Tina, then climb opposite turnbuckles, raising their belts into the air as the crowd boos)
RS: Now this...Pete, this isn't right at all! How the hell...how is Tina gonna be impartial in this match?! Especially considering what T Money did last week on the Slam?!
PP: That's the thing, Rosie! She's NOT gonna be impartial! She's out here for 1 reason and 1 reason only, and that's to screw T Money out of the title!
(The music dies down, the lights return to normal and suddenly, 2 fireballs flare up in rafters and crash into the stage. "The Bloodline Anthem" hits the PA system, blue and red spotlights shine on the stage, and the crowd pops in the background as T Money walks out onto the stage with the NFWA I-C Title belt draped over his shoulder and his sledgehammer in his right hand.As he's walkin down the ramp, Angelfire suits rush out from the locker room and snatch the hammer out of his hand. T turns and hits one of the officials, as Kerrboski and DJP come up from behind and ambush T Money as Tina calls for the bell)
Ding Ding Ding!!!
RS: C'mon, now! Kerrboski from behind, attacking T Money! The World Class Superstars...using the distraction from those Angelfire suits, and now they're double teaming T Money on the outside! This match...signed under pretenses of a Triple Threat Match! This is nothing more than a glorified handicap match! An excuse to get the title off of T Money...Irish whip by Kerrboski--REVERSAL BY MONEY SENDS KERRBOSKI CRASHING INTO THE GUARDRAIL!!!!!! T FIRES OFF A CLOTHESLINE! HE JUST DECAPITATED DJP WITH THAT SHOT!
PP: HAHA! That's the way ya do it! C'mon, T!
RS: And now watch T Money...handful of hair now, and he's bringing Kerrboski back down to the ring! T Money--OH!!! Knee right into the gut of Kerrboski! And another! And Money sends Kerrboski into the ring! Tina calling for the bell--WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING?!
PP: What...she checking the turnbuckles or something?
RS: Tina...she looks to be removing that turnbuckle pad from the corner...T Money stepping through the ropes now--SON OF A BITCH! TINA...DID YOU SEE THAT, PETE!
PP: Hell yeah I saw it!
RS: T Money was stepping through the ropes...Tina using that middle rope to low blow the champion...AND NOW KERRBOSKI CAPITALIZES!!!!!!! Strangling away...choking away at the I-C Champion! This isn't No DQ, ya know! Tina, do something about this, damn it!
PP: Do something? She wants T Money's head on a silver platter! What the hell is she gonna do that'll help him in any way?
RS: Well...you're right about that...as DJP comes closer and closer to ringside! Kerrboski now with Money...bringing him back to his feet! What's he...NO! Kerrboski bringing T over to that exposed buckle--T BLOCKS IT! T MONEY BLOCKS IT!!!!!!! KERRBOSKI SENT FACE FIRST INTO THE EXPOSED STEEL! KERRBOSKI TASTES STEEL, AND MY GOD HE'S GOT TINA!!!!!!!!
PP: HAHA!! GET HER T!!! GET HER...
RS: Oh wait! DJP from the outside...tripping up T Money! And watch this now...DJP dragging T into the ringpost! What's he gonna do here?
PP: He's gonna bust his balls, Rosie--OH!
RS: OH!!!!!! AND T MONEY JUST POSTED BY DJP!!!!!!!!!!! T MONEY...
PP: He and Peaches won't be having fun tonight, I see!
RS: No doubt about it! T Money...oh he's hurt! T's writhing in pain as Tina...drags him out to the center of the ring! What is she doing?! This is blatant..I've never seen such a blatantly one-sided official in my life, Pete! And watch DJP! DJP into the rong now! Off the ropes here...what's he going for...OH! LIONSAULT!!! LIONSAULT CONNECTS! THERE'S THE COVER...1-2-TH--HEY!!! THAT WAS FAST COUNT! TINA!
PP: Don't act so surprised! After Friday, you know better than anybody that the bitch is no good!
RS: That's an understatement if I ever heard one! Kerrboski...he's barely moved since hitting that turnbuckle bolt! He's been knocked loopy, as DJP...stomps away to the chest and the face of the I-C Champion...and Tina looks on approvingly!
PP: Ya know, Rosie, as much as I hate to say it, I actually look forward to the closing of the NFWA, for the sole fact that I never hafta see that bitch Tina again! God I hate her!
RS: Now watch DJP! He's got T Money...backing him into the buckle here...AND UNLOADS A HARD CHOP TO THE CHEST!!!! DJP...ANOTHER! Lighting up the chest--T FIRES BACK!!!!! DJP...T MONEY! WE'VE GOT A CHOPFEST ON OUR HANDS!!!
PP: T's coming back! T's coming back!
RS: T Money...fighting for his life! Fighting to keep his title! OH! Son of a bitch! DJP with a low blow! Right in front of Tina! C'mon now!
PP: This is just too much for T! I'm sorry!
RS: DJP with T Money now, and he sets him up on the top rope. As Tina looks on with that sickening smile on her face...what is DJP...he's going up, Pete! We may be getting ready to see a superplex! Yes...he's got him hooked! T...
PP: Look! He's still got some fight left in him, Rosie! He's still got some fight left!
RS: T with a right hand, and another one! T Money...doing what he can to combat this move by DJP!!! Trying to fight off the self-proclaimed SuperStar and--OOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!! DOWN GOES DJP!!!!!!!!!!! DJP TAKES A BIG TUMBLE FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!!!!!!!
PP: HAHA!
RS: This is the time for T Money to capitalize! What can he do...
PP: hey watch Kerboski!
RS: What the hell...OH MY...HOLY CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT A MOVE BY KERRBOSKI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX FROM THE TOP! DAMN IT, I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT!
PP: Ahhh...that sucked!!!!!!!!
RS: Kerrboski...with a cat-like leap to the top rope taking T Money up and over...and this crowd doesn't like it a bit! The World Class Superstars are solidly in control!
PP: Hey Rosie...tell me something. If they manage to knock out T Money...who's gonna be the one to go for the pin? Who's gonna be the I-C Champ? This ain't a tag match!
RS: Well...that's a good question, as DJP and Kerrboski...they look to be ready to finish T Money off here! T Money...he's been on the receiving end almost since the start of this match here, and...wait a minute. Tina stopping the Superstars...what is she...what is she up to?! What...
PP: She just said "Get the chairs!"
RS: Get the chairs?! DJP and Kerrboski to the outside now...they're headed over to the timekeeper's table--C'MON!!!!! This ain't right!
PP: Damn right it ain't right!
RS: Tina trying to have T Money assassinated by Angelfire! They're trying to assassinate T Money as he brings himself back to his feet in the ring. The World Class Superstars with those chairs...measuring T Money!
PP: T...look out, man!
RS: T Money is battered! He's bruised!
PP: And he's about to get killed in there! Look out T!!
RS: OH!!! Double chairshot--T DUCKS--OH!!!!!!!!!!!
PP: WHAT?!!
RS: KERRBOSKI!!!!!! HE JUST KNOCKED THAT CHAIR RIGHT BACK INTO THE FACE OF DJP!!!!!!!! DJP IS DOWN!!! KERRBOSKI TOOK OUT HIS OWN PARTNER! AND WATCH T...FROM BEHIND! OH MY!! HARLEM DEATHLOCK!!!!!!!!!!!
PP: AHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! IT'S OVER!!!
RS: T's got it locked in! He's got it locked! This one will be ov--TINA WITH A LOW BLOW! THAT BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT DIRTY, STINKING, LOW DOWN BITCH!!!!!!!!!!! DDTINA ON T!!!!!!
PP: Damn!!!!!!!!
RS: T Money can't win here! He just cannot win! And now...watch Tina! What is she doing now?! Hasn't she done enough?
PP: Oh no, Rosie! It's like you said! She wants T Money dead!
RS: Tina now...holding T Money here! What the hell...oh no! Kerrboski's got that chair once again! C'mon, damn it! No! No! Don't tell me--OOOOOOOOOOH--T MOVED!!!!!!!
PP: OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
RS: T MONEY MOVED! TINA CAUGHT THAT SHOT FLUSH ON THE TOP OF THE HEAD!!!!! DOWN GOES TINA!!! DOWN GOES TINA!!!!!!!!
PP: HAHA! YOU IDIOT!
RS: Kerrboski...he can't believe what he's just done! He just knocked out his own boss!!!! And watch T Money...Money off the ropes...THE MONEY KICK CONNECTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE MONEY KICK! KERRBOSKI IS DOWN!!! T MONEY WITH THE COVER!
PP: But we don't have a ref!!!!!
RS: Yes...Tina is down! She is down and she is out--WAIT!!!! IT'S STEPHANIE JENKINS!
PP: HAHAHA! Rosie, I never thought I'd be so glad to see a lesbian!
RS: SHE'S NOT A LESBIAN!
PP: WHATEVER!
RS: Money's got the cover! Stephanie Jenkins hits the ring!!! There's 1...2...OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WAS 3!!!!!!!! I THOUGHT...KERRBOSKI JUST ABLE TO KICKOUT BEFORE THE COUNT OF 3!!!! I SWORE HE HAD HIM! I SWORE T HAD THIS MATCH WON!
PP: Hey! Who's...that's Shark!
RS: What?! What's he doing out here?! Shark on his way down here to the ring...T Money now...bringing Kerrboski back to his feet! Tina is out like a light! She has not moved an inch since that chairshot! And now watch T Money...
PP: Hey wait! Shark is in the ring! Shark is in the...
RS: OH WAIT A MINUTE! WAIT!!!!!!!!!!
PP: OH!!!!!!!!!!!
Ding Ding Ding!!!
Announcer: Here is your winner, as a result of a DQ, and STILL NFWA I-C Champion: T Money!!!!!!
RS: T Money...picks up the DQ victory...WHAT THE HELL DID SHARK DO THAT FOR?!?!?!? SHARK...HE JUST BASHED T MONEY'S BRAINS IN WITH THAT DAMN PIPE!!!!!!!!!! WHY?!
PP: I dunno...what, is he in cahoots with Angelfire or something?!
RS: Shark...he just snatched that title belt from the referee! He just snatched that belt, and he's leaving! Shark is leaving!
PP: THIEF! CLEPTO!!!!!!!!!! SHARK!!!!!!!! Wait...
RS: Shark's taking the I-C Title and he's leaving! Shark is leaving!!! T Money is down!! OH BOY!
***Commercial***
(The scene opens out in the parking lot, where we see Shark handing the I-C Title belt over to his assistant)
Shark: You take this back to the hotel, and you meet me back here in an hour, you hear me, Frenchy?
Frenchy: Yessir!
Shark: Good...get going!
(Frenchy hops into the limo, Shark slams the door shut and the limo speeds out of the parking lot, when suddenly, Shane McMahon enters the picture)
Shane: HEY! HEY!
Shark: (rolls eyes)
Shane: WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, PAL?! HITTING T MONEY IN THE HEAD WITH A PIPE! STEALING HIS BELT! WHAT'S UP WITH THAT, BRO?!
Shark: (shoots Shane a cold stare)
Shane: Oh...what?! Do you think that you can go around hitting people with pipes or something? Are you in cahoots with Angelfire?! Huh? Well let me tell you something...there is a new Sheriff in town, bucko! And that's the Snip! WHAM! BAM! And I'll tell ya something, if you think that in these last days you're gonna run roughshod over this company...heh...pal...you've got another thing coming!
RS and PP: OOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
RS: SHARK JUST NAILED SHANE WITH THAT PIPE!!!!!!! SHARK JUST...OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!
(The scene cuts backstage, in Scarlet Kaphion Vastle's Dressing Room, where we see Scarlet Kaphion Vastle leaving the dressing room. Suddenly, an NFWA Reporter and Cameraman walk up to SKV)
NFWA Reporter: SKV, what are your thoughts on you match against Spike and Tre Ramzey?
Scarlet Kaphion Vastle: (Shrug) They are both good atheletes. Neither are T Money level, however, they are both good. Tre Ramzey is good, but I can counter his moves with my great dexterity and intelligence. Spike is going to be the more dangerous one between the two, for two reasons. One, we fight VERY simular. Two, he's a vampire.
NFWA Reporter: (Coughs) Do you really believe he's a vampire?
Scarlet Kaphion Vastle: (Nods) I have seen vampires before.
NFWA Reporter: (Shrug) Thanks for the interview, I guess.
Scarlet Kaphion Vastle: (Nods) No problem. And just for the record... I am not planning on using weapons for the match.
NFWA Reporter: (Baffled) WHAT!?
Scarlet Kaphion Vastle: (Smiles) You heard me. I will not attack them with any weapons. Only physical limbs are my god-given weapons for this upcoming match.
(Scarlet KV walks away, as the NFWA Reporter stands baffled from what he just heard. The camera then cuts out to ringside, for the next match)
Jayson Cage and Krazed Vs Shark and Johnny Havok
("I'm Back" by AZ hits the PA system, and the arena lights dim. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Krazed steps out from the locker room and strolls down the entrance ramp to the ring. At ringside, Krazed pulls himself upon the ring apron, steps over the top rope and walks towards the center of the ring with his right fist raised high into the air. The music dies down, the lights flash a bright red, as "The Sickness" hits the PA system. The crowd pops as Jayson Cage runs out onto the stage, throws up a double bicep, before strutting down the ramp to the ring. He tags the hands of a couple of ringside fans before sprinting down the ramp, sliding into the ring, hopping onto a nearby turnbuckle with his arms extended into the air as the crowd takes pictures. As he hops down, the arena lights drop, the music dies down and the familiar "DU-DUM! DU-DUM! DU-DUM!" of the Jaws theme can be heard over the PA system. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Shark walks out onto the stage with an intense look in his eye. He tosses up his hands in TD fashion just as the music switches up to "Tom Sawyer" by Rush! Shark then starts down the entrance ramp towards the ring. He stops out on the arena floor, the music dies down and ***OOH-WAH-AH-AH-AH-AH*** "Down with the Sickness" hits the PA system, and the crowd pops as Johnny Havok rushes out onto the stage and down the entrance ramp. He slides into the ring, and goes right after Jayson Cage as referee Alan Cooper calls for the bell)
Ding Ding Ding!
PP: OH! LOOK OUT!
RS: Johnny Havok not wasting any time here! Havok ducking the clothesline from Cage! He hits off the rope--OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SPEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE RAN RIGHT THROUGH CAGE WITH THAT SPEAR!!!! AND DAMN IT, IT'S ON, PETE! IT'S ON!!!!
PP: Who signed this match, by the way?!
RS: I dunno! Very unique match with a member of Black Blood on each team, as Havok pounds away on Cage! He hasn't forgotten about SlamFest! He hasn't lived down that loss to Jayson Cage on the biggest PPV of the year, and Havok's trying to take it out of Cage's hide!!!! Havok now...he's got Cage by the hair--OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE JUST LAUNCHED HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE OUTSIDE! And now Havok's going out there after him! Johnny Havok...he wants a piece of Cage in the worst way!
PP: Look in the ring now!
RS: OH! Now Shark and Krazed trading blows! Shark and Krazed! Slugging it out! Trading right hands back and forth! Back and forth--OH!!!!!!!!!!!! CLOTHESLINE BY HAVOK SENDS JAYSON CAGE OVER THE STEEL GUARDRAIL!
PP: Hey wait a minute!
RS: They're taking it to the crowd, Pete! Cage and Havok are taking it to the crowd...my God is chaotic out here!
(The scene cuts out to the parking lot, where we see officials and EMT's attending to the unconscious Shane McMahon. Suddenly, Sniper and Maria enter the picture. They don't look happy)
Sniper: What the hell happened out here?!
Official: It was Shark, sir!
Sniper: (evil stare) SHARK?! SHARK?!
Official: Yes...I'm sorr...
Sniper: Maria, let's go!
(Sniper and Maria turn and leave, as the camera cuts back out to ringside, where Shark and Krazed are still going at it in the ring)
RS: Uh oh!
PP: (sing song) SOMEBODY'S IN TROOOOOUBLE!!!!! HAHA! YOU'RE GONNA GET IT NOW, SHARK! YOU'RE GONNA GET IT NOW!
RS: Earlier on tonight, we found out that Sniper is once again the Prez of the NFWA! He's been busy all night long trying to decide just who it will be that faces Scarlet KV for the Ultimate Title at Maximum Carnage! As Shark here...Irish whip sends Krazed hard into the buckle! Another Irish whip sends him to the other side! Shark scoops him up here...
PP: Uh oh!
RS: You know what's coming up here! YES!!!!!!!! ATLANTIS EXPRESS!!!! ATLANTIS EXPRESS! BY SHARK! TO KRAZED! THERE'S THE COVER...1...2...3! NO! Only a 2 count! Only a 2! But I wouldn't have been surprised if he got him!
PP: HA! Look at that crybaby Shark!
RS: Shark...I think he thought he had the win there! I thought he had it as well...OH WAIT A MINUTE!!!! Shark's got got referee Cooper...c'mon Shark! Concentrate on the match!
PP: He's an idiot, Rosie! You've gotta expect this kinda thing from him!
RS: Shark...I'm not sure what exactly has gotten into him lately! He just grabbed that official--ALAN COOPER SHOVED DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!!!!!!! WHAT WAS THAT?! WHAT THE HELL...
(Suddenly, 2 fireballs flare up in the rafters and crash into the stage. "The Bloodline Anthem" hits the PA system, and the crowd goes wild as T Money emerges from the locker room with his sledgehammer)
RS: OH BOY!!!! IT'S T MONEY!!! T MONEY...
PP: Now what?!
RS: Shark laid into T Money with that pipe in our last match, and look at T here! T...he's out here with that damn sledgehammer again!
PP: Hasn't he done enough damage tonight?!
RS: And look at Shark...Shark spotting T Money! Telling T to get the hell outta--DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PP: OH CRAP!!!!!!!!
RS: THAT SLEDGEHAMMER JUST RAMMED RIGHT INTO THE JAW OF SHARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RIGHT INTO THE JAW! SHARK IS OUT OF IT! SHARK IS OUT--WATCH KRAZED! KRAZED HAS HIM HOOKED...
PP: OOOOOOOOOH!
RS: SUPERNOVA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SUPERNOVA BY KRAZED! KRAZED WITH THE COVER...HOOK OF THE LEG...THE REFEREE IS WAY OUTTA POSITION!
PP: Can you believe this, Rosie?!
RS: THERE'S THE COUNT...2....YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ding Ding Ding!!!
Announcer: Here are your winners: The team of Krazed and Jayson Cage!!!!!!!!!!
RS: KRAZED!!! KRAZED AND JAYSON CAGE WITH THE WIN...THANKS IN PART TO T MONEY!!!! T MONEY HAS GOTTEN HIS PAYBACK AGAINST SHARK! HE HAS GOTTEN HIS REVENGE AGAINST SHARK!
PP: Yeah, but he doesn't have his belt! That's what he doesn't have!
RS: And look at that smile on T Money's face! T Money headed back to the locker room...Shark is down! Krazed has won this match--OH HELL!
PP: What the piss...
RS: THAT'S THE SUPERSTARS, DAMN IT!!!! THE WORLD CLASS SUPERSTARS FROM BEHIND!!! ONCE AGAIN ATTACKING T MONEY!!!!
PP; It's an ambush, Rosie!
RS: T Money is down--OH! Kerrboski and DJP...they are all over him! They are beating the hell outta T Money on the stage! And now watch Kerrboski here! Kerrboski and DJP bringing T Money back to his feet...
PP: What the hell...what are they...
RS: Oh no!!!! NO! The World Class Superstars bringing T Money over to the stage! That's a 10 foot drop...NO!!!! DON'T DO IT, DAMN IT!
PP: They're gonna toss him, Rosie! They're gonna to--
RS: KID MONEY FROM THE BACK WITH A BASEBALL BAT--OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PP: DAAAAYUM!!!!!!!!!!!! DID YOU...OH MY GOD!!!!!!!
RS: KID MONEY JUST SHATTERED THAT BASEBALL BAT OVER THE HEAD OF DJP!!!! DJP IS DOWN!!! DJP IS DOWN, AND NOW WATCH T MONEY!!! T MONEY FIRING OFF RIGHT HANDS TO THE JAW OF KERRBOSKI!!!! T MONEY...
PP: And here comes Sniper, now! Sniper's on his way out here...
RS: Sniper and Maria! On their way out to the ringside!!! Sniper...WAIT A MINUTE! Kerrboski just tried to hit Sniper--SNIPER CATCHES HIM WITH A RIGHT OF HIS OWN!!! T MONEY WITH THE HARLEM DEATHLOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!
PP: HAHAHA!!! He'd better be careful! That's the Prez! Sniper will fire his bitch ass!
RS: T Money with the Harlem Deathlock on Kerrboski! Kerrboski being choked out...
PP: Watch Shark!
RS: Huh?! Shark with that chair--OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE JUST CAME UP FROM BEHIND AND BLASTED SNIPER IN THE HEAD WITH THAT CHAIR!!! SNIPER IS DOWN! THE PREZ IS DOWN!!! AND THERE'S A SHOT TO THE HEAD OF T MONEY NOW!!!!!! T MONEY IS DOWN--HE HIT MARIA!!!!!!!!!! SON OF A BITCH!
PP: What is wrong with him?! Is he crazy?!
RS: Kid Money now...Kid Money coming down to the aid of his Tag Team Partner T Money--AND HE WALKS INTO A SHOT AS WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHARK...MY GOD!!!! HE'S LAID EVERYONE OUT!!!!!!!!!! SHARK HAS LAID OUT EVERYONE! MY GOD!!!!!!!!!
(Shark raises his chair into the air to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He turns and starts back up the ramp towards the locker room. The camera then cuts out to the parking lot, where we see Tina storm out of the backdoor, followed by Firestorm)
Firestorm: TINA!!!! TINA, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! COME BACK, PLEASE!!!! TINA!!
PP: What the hell?!
(Tina hops into the back of a running limo and slams the door shut. The car then pulls off, as dust flies up into the face of Firestorm)
Firestorm: TINA!!!!!!!!! TINA!!!!!!!!!
***Commercial***
(The scene opens out in the parking lot, where we see Shark's limo waiting out in front of the arena. Shark is walking towards the backdoor, and is about to get inside, when suddenly)
Sniper: YOU PIECE OF SH*T!
PP: OH!!!!!!!!
RS: THAT'S SNIPER!!!! SNIPER FROM BEHIND, AND HE IS ALL OVER SHARK! SNIPER BEATING THE HELL OUTTA SHARK...
PP: HAHA! What a Prez! Get him, Sniper! Get him!
RS: Sniper still scheduled to announce just who it is that'll be getting the title shot on Sunday Night!
PP: Hey wait!
RS: That's Firestorm! That's Firestorm--NO!!!!!!!!!! FIRESTORM WITH THAT SHOVEL JUST POPPED SNIPER RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!! DAMN IT, WHAT THE HELL...WHERE DID HE COME FROM?!
PP: I dunno.
RS: Firestorm...
Shark: Open the trunk!
RS: Shark screaming to his driver to open the trunk! What the hell is going on here! Shark with Sniper now! Firestorm has done his damage and he has left! And now Shark...
PP: Wait! That's the Prez! That's the Prez!
RS: Sniper...HE JUST SLAMMED SNIPER INTO THE TRUNK OF THAT LIMO!!! AND NOW SNIPER...THAT LIMO TAKING OFF! THAT LIMO TAKING OFF WITH SNIPER IN THE TRUNK! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PP: What about the title shot?!?!
(The camera cuts back into the arena, where a sudden, HUGE pyro blast goes off in the rafters. Orange and pink spotlights swarm the arena, and the cell begins to lower down from the rafters towards the ring, in which the ring ropes have been replaced with barbwire. As the Cell continues to lower, the camera cuts backstage, where Amy Dumas is standing outside of the medical area)
AD: Ladies and gentlemen...a quick word on the condition of Tre Ramzey. As you all know, Ramzey was assaulted earlier tonight by T Money...he was attacked with a sledgehammer, and unfortunately, folks, I just talked to a doctor, and Tre Ramzey will be unable to compete in tonight's match. However, the match will still go on...except that now, it will be a 1 on 1 encounter between Scarlet KV and Spike. Rosie, Pete...back to you at ringside!
Flaming Barbwire HIAC Match: Scarlet KV Vs Tre Ramzey Vs Spike
RS: Well folks...it is time. The moment is now at hand...the very last match in the history of In High Gear! And folks...once again, I would just like to thank each and every one of you who have supported us over the years...and again, Pete, as much as we don't get along...as much as we disagree, it's been a pleasure working with you.
PP; Yeah...I've got goosebumps in my stomach. This is the very last IHG match, and what a match it's gonna be! Oh boy!
(Silver and gold spotlights shine on the entrance, as "Nevermind" by Nirvana hits the PA system. The crowd boos as Spike walks out from the locker room and heads down the entrance ramp towards the ring. The Cell door is opened up, as Spike enters the ring, sliding under the barbwire ring ropes. He glares into a camera with a sinister smile, the music dies down, the lights turn a bright red as "Dragula" hits the PA system. The crowd then gives a huge pop as Scarlet KV walks out onto the stage with the NFWA Ultimate Title belt draped over his right shoulder. He flashes a slight smile into the crowd before walking down the entrance ramp towards ringside. He enters the cell, slides under the ropes into the ring and raises his title belt into the air as the fans cheer and takes pictures in the background. The lights return to normal, the music dies down and KV hands his belt over to referee Jim Jonathan. He hands it to a ringside attendant, who then locks the cell door. The Cage is set on fire as referee Jonathan calls for the bell)
Ding Ding Ding!!!
RS: Now folks, here we go!
PP: Can you feel this intensity, Rosie?!
RS: This crowd is on the edge of its seat, and fans...be ready for some brutality! Be ready for some pain! Some blood, as Spike and Scarlet KV go face to face! Eye to Eye! Nose to nose!
PP: yeah, and after the match, one of these 2 guys will be needing mouth to mouth--OH!!!!!
RS: OH GOD! Spike...slapping the face of the Champion! Slapping the face of Scarlet KV!
PP: And look at KV there! He says he's not the Psycho of Madness anymore! He's looking pretty Psychotic to me!
RS: KV...that look in his eyes! He claims to have turned over a new leaf! Well whether he likes it or not, he's gonna hafta use some violence here--OH! KV with a hard boot to the midsection of Spike! Another one catches him right on the top of the head! KV now with Spike by the hair...Irish whip--
PP: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!
RS: SPIKE NEARLY SENT FLYING RIGHT INTO THAT BARBWIRE! SPIKE ABLE TO STOP DEAD IN HIS TRACKS ON THAT ONE! But watch KV! KV charges in--AND CONNECTS WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK!!! RIGHT ON THE JAW OF SPIKE! KV GOES FOR AN EARLY COVER! HOOK OF THE LEG...2...AND NO! Spike just able to kickout before the count of 3!
PP: He's not gonna beat Spike that easily!
RS: Yes, but still, a hugh high impact move on the part of Scarlet KV! He's got Spike by the hair now...dragging him back to his feet, and he's got him hooked up for something! It looks like he's going for a suplex...SNAPS HIM OVER! Spike's back wacking hard off the mat, and watch KV! KV rolling through! KV now...bringing Spike back to his feet!
PP: not another one!
RS: OH!!!!!!!!!!!! YET ANOTHER SNAP SUPLEX TO SPIKE BY KV...AND HE'S ROLLING THROUGH AGAIN! KV'S ROLLING THROUGH ONCE AGAIN!
PP: Now wait a minute, Rosie! This is just evil, here!
RS: KV dragging Spike to his feet! He is relentlessly holding onto that suplex, and now here comes the 3rd! Here it comes...Spike blocked the Suplex!!!! KV tries it again...Spike blocks it a 2nd time!
PP: C'mon, Spike! C'mon!
RS: Spike...OH!!! HE'S GOT KV UP NOW...OH!!! AND LOOK AT KV! KV COUNTERS THE SUPLEX ATTEMPT INTO A DRAGON SLEEPER!!! A DRAGON SLEEPER!!! SPIKE IN SOME TROUBLE HERE!
PP: He'd better do something quick, cuz he's getting owned here!
RS: Spike...wait a minute...Spike now using his leg strength...trying to shove KV back into th--OH NO!!!!
PP: OH!!!!!! OH MY GOD!
RS: KV SHOVED BACK INTO THE BARBWIRE!!! SPIKE'S HEAD...
PP: oh my God, did you see that?!
RS: That's a counter to a dragon sleeper if I ever saw one!
PP: Damn near ripped his brains out--AND NOW LOOK AT THIS!
RS: Oh! Spike! Hammering away! Right hands! Right hands to the head of Scarlet KV! Opening up on the Ultimate Champion! And now watch Spike here...Irish Whip...reversal by KV sends Spike--
PP: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA--OOOOOH!!!!!!!!!
RS: AND THIS TIME SPIKE'S THE ONE SENT CRASHING INTO THE BARBWIRE!!! THAT'S REAL BARBWIRE STICKING OUT OF THE FLESH...RIPPING AWAY AT THE FLESH OF SPIKE!!!! And now look at that look in the eyes of Scarlet KV! What is he planning on doing?
PP: I dunno...but I do know he's still got something sadistic in that mind of his!
RS: KV with Spike by the hair now...Spike bleeding now from the head and his back! KV bleeding from the back as well...and the burning cell has yet to come into play! As KV...
PP: What is he doing--OH NO! Don't tell me Rosie?!
RS: KV...KV inching Spike's head into that barbwire! Spike...wrapping his hands around that barbwire trying to fight it! Trying to...KV--OH NO!!! NO!!!! GRATING HIS FACE ACROSS THAT BARBWIRE!!!! GRATING SPIKE'S FACE...OH MY GOD!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT!
PP: And listen to these sick, twisted New Jersey idiots! They're loving this!
RS: SPIKE'S HEAD JUST RIPPED APART! ABSOLUTELY RIPPPED APART BY THE ULTIMATE CHAMPION! And now watch KV...KV charges in at Spike--AND A BIG CLOTHESLINE! BOTH MEN OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE OUTSIDE! AND THEY'RE DANGEROUSLY CLOSE TO THAT CELL!
PP: Oh my God! Look at Spike!
RS: Spike...those 2 are right in front of us, now...and Spike's bleeding profusely! His face...to say that he's wearing a crimson mask is a gross understatement!
PP: Gross is right! And look at KV!!!!
RS: KV has Spike by the hair! That bleeched blond hair of his is now stained red with blood! As KV on the outside now--OH!!!! Ramming Spike's head hard into the ring apron--
PP: OH NO! AHHH!
RS: SPIKE STAGGERING INTO THAT BURNING CELL!!!
PP: HE JUST FLAMED HIMSELF!
RS: Spike has just been unable to catch a break here in this one! And KV's got him by the hair once again! Scarlet KV...with that blood-soaked hair of Spike's--AND AGAIN! Spike hard into the apron--AND RIGHT BACK INTO THE BURNING CELL!!!!
PP: OH NO!
RS: Spike getting the beating of his life here! As KV now...has Spike now--OH! Scoops him up over his shoulder...and that's great strength on the part of KV! Spike has him outweighed by a good 30 pounds!
PP: What's he gonna do?
RS: KV...it looks like he's gonna try and dart Spike headfirst into that flaming Cell! Don't do that, KV! Don't! KV...
PP: I can't believe this ,Rosie! Look out, Spike!
RS: KV charging in with Spike! He's gonna dart him into that thing like a javelin--
PP: WHAT?! OH!!!!!!!!!!!
RS: OH MY!!!! SPIKE ABLE TO WIGGLE FREE, AND SCARLET KV JUST SHOVED HARD INTO THE STEEL RING STAIRS! KV's knees...his hip, all bouncing against that steel!
PP: What resilience on the part of Spike! Ya gotta love him, Rosie!
RS: Fans...we've gotta take a quick break...wait a second. Spike measuring KV here...
PP: Don't take a break yet!
RS: KV getting back to his feet, but watch Spike! Spike now...from behind! Look out KV--OH!!! High knee to the back sends KV stumbling over those stairs...
PP: OH MY GOD! ROSIE! LOOK!
RS: OH!!!! KV GOES CRASHING HEADFIRST INTO THAT FLAMING STEEL...AND MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! MY GOD!!!! HE'S ON FIRE!!!! KV'S ON FIRE!!!!!!!!!
PP: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! SPIKE! SPIKE! SPIKE!
RS: THIS IS DISGUSTING! SCARLET KV ON FIRE DAMN IT!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!
***Commercial***
(When the break ends, SKV is lying unconscious inside the ring, while Spike searches for something underneath the ring)
RS: Folks we're back on Gear! The very last In High Gear, and I'm still in shock after what we saw before the break! Scarlet KV's head...his hair catching fire after being kneed into that flaming cell. Referee Cooper was able to put the fire out, but...man, the damage has been done!
PP: Yeah....and can you imagine what a win this could be for Spike?! A win over the new NFWA Ultimate Champion?!
RS: That would most definitely raise many people's opinions of this young man, as...oh for the love of shit!
PP: ROSIE! WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU!
RS: Spike's got a 2x4! He's got a barbwire 2x4, and now he's bringing it into the ring.
PP: Ya know, I was just thinking that this match could use a little more barbwire!
RS: KV trying to get back to his feet! Spike in the ring with that board! No...c'mon now...
PP: Rosie, I don't think you wanna watch this! Quick! Hide your face in my crotch!
RS: What the...THAT'S DISGUSTING--OH!!!!!!!!!! AND SO WAS THAT!!!!!!!!!! KV JUST STRUCK RIGHT IN THE BELLY WITH THAT THING! RIGHT IN THE GUT...AND LOOK AT SPIKE...JAMMING IT IN THERE FOR EXTRA EFFECT!
PP: He's probably may rip his stomach out with that thing...oh God!
RS: KV...and there you see him gasping for air! KV is in a great deal of pain...
PP: Yeah, but look at poor Spike! He's been mutilated in there!
RS: And he's about to maim KV with that thing! Look out, KV!!! Spike with that board--HE SWUNG FOR THE HEAD AND MISSES! KV now--OH BOY!!! OF...
PP: AHHHH!
RS: OOOOOOH MY GOD!!!!!!! WHITE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP USING THE BARBWIRE BOARD!!!! WHITE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! JAMMING THAT BARBWIRE RIGHT INTO THE THROAT OF SPIKE! THIS ONE IS ALL! KV WITH THE COVER...1...2...3!!!!! HE GOT HI...
PP: NO! NO! NO! IT WAS ONLY A 2!
RS: It was?!
PP: Yeah! What's the matter? Didn't they teach you the alphabet down in Mexico...or wherever you're from?
RS: Miami, if you must know.
PP: That's ok, they're both pissholes anyway!
RS: (sighs) I'm trying to be nice to you for the last 10 minutes of this show! Can you be nice for at least 10 more minutes?
PP: No!
RS: (rolls eyes) I tried, people. Spike able to kickout here, and watch these 2! Spike and KV...both men are bleeding! Both men are burned! Both men are writhing in pain, and look at KV now! KV able to pull Spike back to his feet here--OH! Thumb to the eyes by Spike has KV reeling.
PP: Yeah! What a man Spike is! Look out!
RS: Wait...Spike charges in at KV...KV caught him here and--OH!!!!!!!!!!! HOT SHOT!!! HOT SHOT OFF THE BARBWIRE!!!! HOT SHOT!!! Spike caught it right to the throat, and watch KV--BOOT TO THE MIDSECTION! Hard boot to the midsection, and he's got him setup! KV...he's got Spike and he's got him up...
PP: OOOOH!
RS: PILEDRIVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SPIKE HAS BEEN SPIKED!!!!!!!!!! NO PUN INTENDED! KV with a hook of the leg!!!! 1...2...NO!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT DO HAFTA DO TO DEFEAT SPIKE?!?!?! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU HAFTA DO?!
PP: I dunno, shoot him! If Dave was here, I'm sure he'd hand him a silver bullet or 2!
RS: Fans, this is the NFWA at its finest! Action you will only see here in the NFWA, and now where's KV going? KV rolling out to the floor!
PP: He's running!
RS: He is not! KV now...crawling underneath the ring...
PP: What the hell's he looking for?
RS: KV...he said he didn't wanna use weapons here! What could Scarlet KV--for the love of crap!
PP: Oh my God!!!!! What is that?!
RS: It's a wooden stake!!! Scarlet KV...
PP: Oh boy, I know what he's gonna do! Stake to the heart! He's really gonna end this thing, Rosie!
RS: KV...perhaps reverting back to his old ways as the Psycho of Madness! KV headed back into the ring, and look at the look in his eyes! KV...
PP: He's gone off the loco again, Rosie! He's flipped his wig!
RS: And he's gonna split Spike's chest with that wooden stake! DON'T DO IT, KV! WINNING THE MATCH IS ONE THING, BUT DON'T GO THIS FAR!!! DON'T DO THIS, KV! NO!!!
PP: I say do it! What a way to end IHG...this'll go right up there with the Mad Dog funeral! I'll love it! What are ya waiting for, KV?!
RS: He's having 2nd thoughts!
PP: Want me to do it? I'll do it!
RS: YOU SIT DOWN! KV...I don't think...I don't think that he can bring himself to do it...KV tossing the stake out of the ring!
PP: AHH! What a pussy!
RS: Stop! KV has the leg of Spike! We could have a figure four coming up--NO!!! SPIKE USING THAT FREE LEG AND SENDS KV CRASHING HARD INTO THE BARBWIRE!!!! KV'S BACK...
PP: HIS NECK...HIS BACK! AHAHAHA!
RS: KV is hurt! He is hurt badly, and watch Spike! Spike back to his feet--OH!!!
PP: THE STAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
RS: HE HIT IT!!!!!!!!!!! SPIKE HIT THE STAKE!!! HE HIT THE STAKE! THERE'S THE COVER ON KV!!! THE LEG IS HOOKED!!! 1...2...3!!!!!!!!! IT'S OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ding Ding Ding!!! **Cue "Nevermind"
Announcer: Here is your winner: Spike!
RS: SPIKE HAS WON THIS THING! SPIKE WITH A HUGE UPSET OVER THE NFWA ULTIMATE CHAMPION! MY GOD WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A MATCH AND WHAT A SPECTACULAR WAY TO END IHG!!! GIVE THESE MEN CREDIT! BOTH OF THEM! THEY CERTAINLY GAVE US A MEMORABLE WAR!!!!!!!
PP: You got that right...AND SPIKE WINS!!! SPIKE WINS!!!
RS: KV...tremendous fight from these 2 stallions, and folks! THIS is what the NFWA is all about! This is the NFWA at it's finest, as you see Spike...extending the hand to Scarlet KV...
PP: Now wait a minute, Spike! What are you doing?! Showing a bit of sportsmanship towards Scarlet KV...towards Ultimate Champion and YES!!!! Spike helping KV back to his feet...what an incredible match! What an unbelievable war!
(The crowd gives them a HUGE pop as KV raises Spike's hand, and the two pose for the crowd as the Cell stops flaming and begins to raise back up to the rafters.)
RS: Fans...after 2 years, our run here on the Fox network has come to an end! I'd like to take the time to thank everyone at Fox for believing in us and our product...as much as I hate to say it, thanks to Angelfire for giving us the funding to start this fed, and finally, thanks to all of you...the fans. Where would we be without the fans! Thank you! Thanks to each and every last one of you who...
PP: WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!?!?!?! IT'S T MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!
RS: What?! OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T Money just nailed Spike in the ribs with that sledgehammer...SCARLET KV NAILED AS WELL!!! C'MON, DAMN IT! C'MON!
(The music stops, and the crowd begins to boo as T Money continues the attack on Scarlet KV)
RS: T Money...this bitter...son of a...
PP: Now wait, Rosie! You were cheering him all night long when he was attacking Angelfire guys...
RS: But this is disgusting! T Money ruining this moment! Ruining this special moment right here on the final IHG!!! And now he's gonna hit him again! He's gonna hit...
PP: Wait a minute!
RS: That's Stevo!!! Psyko Stevo hits the ring...STEVO TAKING OUT THE KNEES OF T MONEY!!!!! Psyko Stevo coming to the aid of his former Black Blood teammate, Scarlet KV...AND NOW WATCH STEVO!!! STEVO WITH THAT BARBWIRE BOARD! STEVO WAITING ON T MONEY!!!
PP: LOOK OUT!!
RS: What the hell...IT'S LIGHTNING! LIGHTNING HITS THE RING NOW! LIGHTNING...
PP: Stevo, you'd better turn around you idiot! Turn around!
RS: OH! Lightning yanking the board out of Stevo's hands--LIGHTNING BOLT!!!!!!!!!!!! LIGHTNING BOLT ON STEVO! LIGHTNING BOLT ON STEVO!!!!
PP: Yeah...BUT WATCH T!!!!!!!!!
RS: OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLEDGEHAMMER SHOT TO THE HEAD MIDSECTION OF LIGHTNING, DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!! T MONEY...HE MAY HAVE BROKEN HIS RIBS WITH THAT SHOT!
PP: HAHA! "Feel the Bolt" my ass! Feel that, Sparky!
RS: Stevo is down! Lightning is down! The Ultimate Champion...KV is down! And now T Money has a mic! T Money has the mic!
T Money: SNIPER!!!!!!!! HOW MANY SUCKAS DO I GOTTA HURT TONIGHT BEFORE YOU GIMME THAT DAMN TITLE SHOT, DAWG?!?!? HOW MANY SUCKAS GOTSTA GO DOWN?!?!?! (crowd boos) SHUT UP! I ain't never ask for y'all support anyway! Sniper...I'm give you to the count of 10 or...or...(turns towards the announce table with a sinister look)
PP: Rosie, it's been nice broadcasting with you, but bitch, you're on your own! (drops headset/runs)
RS: Son of a bi...(sighs)
(As Pittsburgh Pete climbs over a guardrail and makes an escape through the crowd, T Money slides out towards the announcers table and hits it with the sledgehammer.)
RS: Look, I wouldn't suppose you'd take a check, would ya! (T grabs her by the hair)
T Money: 10 SECONDS, SNIPER! 10 SECONDS OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL BREAK THIS BITCH'S HEAD OPEN!
RS: SNIPER'S NOT HERE, T!!! SHARK THREW HIM IN THE BACK OF THE TRUNK!
T Money: 9...8...7...6...
RS: T...
T Money: 5...4...3
RS: Listen to reason! Please...
T Money: 2...1...
Female voice over the PA system: WAIT A MINUTE!!!! WAIT A MINUTE, T!!!
T Money: (startled) Who the...(looking around) Who is that?! Who...
Woman: It's me...JOANIE!!! (Crowd pops)
T Money: Joanie?! Where you at?
Joanie: Don't worry about it! But, uh...you wanna know who gets the title shot? Well Sniper's not available due to some unforeseen circumstances, but as the woman who reinstated him as NFWA Prez...as the woman who put Sniper back into power, I take it upon myself to determine just who will get the title shot. And I have made the decision that this Sunday night...Scarlet KV WILL defend the Ultimate Title against T Money...(mixed reaction)
T Money: (smiles) I knew it! I knew y'all would see it my way..
Joanie: AND...Scarlet KV will defend the Title against Psyko Stevo!
RS: What?!
Joanie: AND...Scarlet KV will defend the title against Lightning! Since you guys want it so bad...fine...you'll ALL get title shots!
RS: WHAT!?!??!?! What the hell does she mean by that?! Joanie said Lightning...Stevo and T Money...they're all getting individual title shots?! What does this mean?! Fans...for Pete...thank you for joining us on Gear! SO LONG EVERYBODY!!!!!!
(T Money looks confused as the camera pans the arena one last time before fading to black)
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