Malice comes on the air with a Matrix style opening featuring letters, numbers and coding which merge together forming the nWo logo representing the Netlink Wrestling Organization . In the background you can see a vague logo which reads WOW. All of a sudden, the image rips in half as a silhouette of a man in green walks to the foreground of the screen, carrying a briefcase. He stops and opens it, then throws it at the screen as a gigantic WoW Championship flies out of it and stops, covering the entire screen. The show immediatly cuts live to inside the Air Canada Center in Toronto, Ont. The fans cheer and hold up their signs as they see themselves on the gigantic wraparound screen which sits ontop of a long silver stage. The stage features darkgreen lazer lights moving back and fourth over two smaller screens resembling large computer monitors. In the foreground, 13 Stitches is there playing "Side of Lies"
Hank- Welcome to Malice!
Mike D- We have a hell of a line up tonight ladies and gentlemen!
Hank- Thats right, a massive superhero brawl with the Jobber Title on the line is first up, lets get it over with!!
The Batman theme plays as Disciple Martin comes out dressed as Catwoman. He swings that heavy mallet he carries for just these matches.
Michael D.- We have a lot of newcomers to the Jobber Division tonight, Hank. I hope they remember the rules.
Hank- Sadly, I know them. Everyone has to dress as a superhero. The lamest one loses automatically. Everyone has to shout out each move before they do it. The last one in the match loses. I'm kinda sick of these matches, they go nowhere. Its a waste of time.
Dester Nefranco as Spiderman Gick Dazinya as The Tick Mexican Jackhammer Casio as Daredevil Mexican Jackhammer Boniqua as Piccolo (what?) Zero as The Spleen Professor Zandor as Wolverine Violent Ed as Professor X B-Pac as Jesus Alana Jeffries as Val Halen Akua Wakea as Captain America
Disciple Martin eliminates Zero as the lamest superhero.
Hank- My God...
Mike D.- Ya have to call your moves, ya fools!
In one fell swoop, Ed, Bpac, Alana, and Akua are all eliminated.
Hank- So sad to see B-Pac competing on this level.
We're down to Zandor, the DNE and the Mexican Jackhammers!
Gick to Boniqua: "Frog Splash" Gick forgot to mention he was climbing the ropes and Disciple Martin smashes him with the mallet, eliminating him. Casio to Zandor: "Right hand, right hand, right hand right hand!!!" Sadly, he was hitting with his left hand,andDisciple Martin cracks his skull, eliminating him. Boniqua: "Stand up. Run at Zandor. Big Splash." Boniqua goes for the cover 1..2..3! Zandor is eliminated... somewhere under that mass of flesh. Its down two Nefranco and Boniqua now.
Nefranco: "Dropkick. Stand up. Clothesline. Pin."
Nefranco loses his balance and falls.
Boniqua: "Walk over, pin."
Nefranco kicks out.
Nefranco & Boniqua: "Stand up"
Nefranco forgot to say kickout, and Martin is headed over. He swings the mallet but Nefranco ducks, and Disciple hits Boniqua instead! Boniqua is eliminated! Dester NeFranco is the new Jobber Champion!!!
Everyone walks to the back.
Michael D.- Whats wrong, Hank?
The camera shows Hank with his head in his hands.
We head backstage to where PKA, Adam Payne, and Ash stand by with Ralph Lillard in front of the interview section that has a huge nWo banner as well as a WoW one below it. Ralph begins.
Ralph: As you know--
PKA: Aight get out of here now!
Adam grabs Lillard and chugs him off camera. You can hear a crash in the background. PKA turns to the camera with mic in hand.
PKA: We're our own people, we don't need a stupid reporter to ask us questions that we already know of and know the answers to! Damnit I know I'm facin' three other people tonight in a Double Elimination match for the nWo Title, those people being Quake, who I beat a year ago in WoW..Christian Wright-who in September of 2002 I defeated in a tag team match, and Weltmeister, someone whom I haven't faced ever. Now all of those four are obviously good athletes but they are just gonna have to sit back and take this one as it hits them because boys, I've requested that this match become a No DQ, Falls Count Anywhere match! That's right, you heard me right, a Hardcore match! Seeing as how you are all a little crazy, Quake being a Quack not knowin' a damn thing about me, Christian with his imaginary girlfriend, and Weltmeister with bein', well, he's downright crazy that's all! I figure I should be a little crazy also so I'll fit in and that's where the stipulation I mentioned comes in! See boys not only am I going to walk out the new nWo Champion and lead the nWo against the WoW.. but I am going to take each and every one of your asses to the ultra f'n violent world that I love! Come on now, I thought you knew!
PKA hands the mic over to Adam Payne who now stares into the camera.
Adam Payne: And about my match with Kevin Bishop, my partner, against Shaun Craven and The Enforcer, well, it may be a handicap match if Craven doesn't show, but regardless, I'll make each of you bleed--plead for mercy, beg me to stop: I won't! You will all feel my pain tonight and that is definately a promise!!
The three exit the picture and we fade away. Nobody's Listening" by Linkin Park hits the PA System. We can hear it saying "C-C-Comin' at ya, Come Come Comin' At Ya" and then BOOM pyro shoots off as the lyrics get underway.
[Peep the Style and the kids checking for it]
Adam Payne walks out onto the stage in a very confident way.
[We drop right back in the cut]
Payne balls up his fists, hits his left shoulder with his right fist, then hits his right shoulder with his left fist, followed by raising his arms up high.
[We're just rolling with the rhythm]
The giant of a man stalks up to the ring steps, his eyes full of focused fury.
[But in the meantime there are those who wanna]
Adam Payne climbs up on the apron and goes into the ring, climbing the turnbuckle.
[TRY TO GIVE YOU WARNING]
Payne raises his massive arms, and the fans all the while are booing like crazy!
Hank: Payne looking impressive tonight, I have to wonder how well he'll be able to operate without his usual partner in PKA.
Michael D: Of course he's impressive, have you seen the SIZE of those arms? He could probably hold a Mexican Jackhammer Boniqua in each hand--and juggle them!
The lights go black and A World So Called starts to play... *When passion's lost and all the trust is gone, *Way too far, for way too long *Children crying, cast out and neglected, *Only in a world so cold, only in a world this cold *Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes, *Then watch them drift away *Some might say, we've done the wrong things, *For way too long, for way too long. And out from the curtains with a big jump of pyro, Kevin Bishop walks out onto the stage. He looks out to the crowd with no sign of emotion on his face. He looks out to the crowd and walks down the ramp and when he gets to the ring he slides in and takes a seat on the far side's corner. He now awaits his opponent.
Hank: Bishop dominated poor Gick Dazinya last week Mike...let's see how he does against a real challenge though. Should be interesting to see how he and Payne work out as a team.
Michael D: I'll tell ya how they're going to work out as a team. That's easy: they aren't. For long, anyways.
Every light in the arena dims but not to an absolute black. A light from the rafters above the ring shines down a heavenly effect. Crawling in the Dark then hits the PA system, when the lead kicks in two white pyros go off either side of the entrance ramp and as the vocal then kicks in the sturdy figure of The Enforcer emerges from the thick smoke given off by the pyros. He holds his arms out in a crucifix style with eyes closed. As the next chorus kicks in his eyes open and arms drop before he breaks into a run toward the ring and toward the heavenly light shining down on it.
Hank: Another new face in the nWo, Zak Reynolds, makes his debut. Should be interesting to see what this guy's able to do.
Michael D: Not much, if you ask me. Payne's going to simply overpower this kid...and I get the distinct impression The Enforcer is going to have a handicap match on his hands tonight. He might be good, but there's no way he's going to hold his own against 'All Power' and Kevin Bishop together.
Dimly lit, the words "How does it feel?" can be heard. Blue strobe lights begin to flash, "To treat me like you do?" Shaun steps forward slowly, taking in the arena and the people within it. Ignoring snide comments and jeers from the crowd, he slowly makes his way to the ring. Rolling into the ring, he grabs the turnbuckle and slowly pulls himself up.
Hank: Well, looks like your hunch was way off Mike.
Michael D: If you say so Hank...Hold up! I'm just getting word from the front office...
The ring attendant holds up the mic, glancing about at the crowd and the 4 men ready to tear each other apart in the ring, he announces there has been a last minute change, and that the match is now a Fatal Four Way Elimination match. The last two standing will go on next week to face each other for the brutality title! And with that, the bell rings, and all Hell breaks loose. Bishop and Craven immediately turn on their partners, waylaying into them with quick punches and kicks, catching Payne and Enforcer off guard. Bishop whips Payne to the ropes, Craven attempts a thumb to the eye of Enforcer, but Reynolds darts out of the way and lands a hellacious roudhouse kick square to Shaun's jaw, sending him to the mat in a hearbeat.
Payne on the rebound, Bishop darts behind him, trying to lock on a sleeper, but the big man just backs up and flattens Bishop against the turnbuckle. Craven up to is feet, shaking off the cobwebs goes for a quick haymaker punch, but Enforcer acts in an instant (almost as if he's hard wired to auotmatically react with a certain technique) catches his arm, twisting it under his shoulder, and in a blinding insant he smashes Craven's face with an open hand palm strike and bowls him over with a knee to the gut. He releases Craven's arm, grabs hold of his head, rams his knee into Shaun's face repeately, then drops down in an instant to one knee and sends him stumbling back with a huge uppercut.
Hank: Wow! Did you see that Mike!
Michael D: Holy shit! That was insane! He just like snapped into it, as soon as Craven trhew the punch. Like...like the whole routine's so drilled into his head it's automatic. Damn impressive Hank!
Payne grabs hold of Bishop and chokeslams him to the mat with a tremendous thud. Payne drags Kevin to his feet, and whips him to the ropes. Bishop on the rebound, Payne attempts a lariat, Bishop ducks, keeps on going, Bishop hits the opposite ropes, rebounds--BAM! Enforcer plans him to the mat with a shuffle sidekick. Payne whilrs around, takes a vicous left from Zak reynolds. Thei big man staggers back a little, shakes off the blow, and waylays at Enforcer with a huge haymker--Enforcer reacts insantly, again, grabbing onto the arm and tucking it underneath the shoulder.
But before he can start his lethal combo, Payne grabs hold of him and deilvers a giant headbutt. Enforcer stumbles back, Payne grabs him up, and lifts him overhead in a military press. He pumps once, twice, three times! BOOM! Craven from behind nails a blatant low blow, and Payne buckles, his face grimacing in pain. Bishop races in and nails a flying dropkick, sending Payne crashing backwards, he falls over Craven and Enforcer comes crashing down atop him. The referee drops down to count...1...2...NO! Adam Payne powers out from the forced pinfall, sending Enforcer rolling off to the edge of the mat.
Hank: Some amazing impromtu teamwork between Kevin Bishop and Shaun Craven.
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Michael D: You know Hank, if I didn't know any better...I'd think Bishop and Craven had this whole thing planned out in advance...
Payne up to his feet, a little slower than usual, but he looks pissed! Craven is backpedaling like crazy, trying to get away from the angry giant. Payne's just stalking in for the kill, his eyes gleaming with murderous rage. Craven nears the ropes, Payne closing in, and he's pleading for Payne not to hit him--WHAM! He suddenly breaks from the helpless act and suckerpucnhes Payne right across his chin, turning the big man's head. Payne turns his head back, slowly, and gives Shaun a defiant smirk.
He moves with a sudden surge, about to clamp his huge hands down onto Craven, but at the last second he whirls around and clamps down those giant hands right onto Kevin Bishops throat, tossing the man halfway across the ring with one tremendous angry heave. Shaun takes advantage of the situation however, and drops down, nailing Payne with another blatant low blow, buckling him over. Craven quickly to his feet grabs hold of Pyane's head and attempts a bulldug, only for Payne to shove him forward, right into a superkick from Enforcer, sending Craven down to the mat with a thud. Shaun rolls out of the ring, shaking his head back and forth a mintue, tyring to know loose the cobwebs.
Bishop leaps off the top turnbuckle, nailing a dropkick, sending enforcer down to the mat in an instant. Bishop quickly flips him over, and latches on a camel clutch. He looks up just in time to see Adam Payne's big boot come crashing right into his face, forcing him to relenquish the hold. Payne grabs hold of Bishop, turns around, and powerslams him to the mat with a tremendous crash. He hooks the leg...1...2--WHACK! The steel chair cracks loudly down across Adams broad back, echoing throughout the arena. The ref immediately is on his feet, calling for the bele. Craven has just been disqualified!
But he shows no signs that he really cares, and raises the chiar back up, to nail Adam Payne again. The referee moves in, and struggles with Craven, trying to pry the chair out of his hands. Craven shoves the ref out of the way, and slams the chair down against Payne again. And again. And again! He raises the chair up for a fifth shot, but is interrupted as Enforcer plows into him, tackling him to the mat. Reynolds quickly overpowers Shuan, and begins beating him mercilessly with repeated blows to the temples until the referee finally prys him off. Bishop shoves Payne off, and is quickly to his feet. He grabs Enforcer from behind, about to lock on a tazmission, but reynolds immediately reacts, grabbing the arm and judo flips Bishop to the mat.
Enforcer still has hold of the arm, and drops down, locking on an armbar submission! Bishop's face lights up with pain and anger--the audacity of this guy trying to make him submit!Bishop kicks around, at last his foot lands on the ropes, and the referee immediately warns Enforcer to relenguish the hold. 1..2....3..Enforcer lets up, hesitantly, just as Adam Payne pulls himself to his feet. Enforcer drags Bishop up, still holding onto his arm, only to send him stumbling forward with a well placed kick to the shin. Bishop stumbles forward, right into a hellacious rising uppercut from Reynolds, sending him tumbling back right into the massive arms of Adam Payne, who grabs him up, looking to go for a fallway slam, but then spins him and nails a gigantic rock bottom, slamming Bishop to the mat with a tremendous crash. He hooks the leg...1..Encrocer racing to break the count...2...nearly there...3! Enforcer nails an elbow drop, a second too late, as the referee calls for the bell. Payne quickly is to his feet, and the ref goes to hold both men's hands up, as the winners--but both men almost simeltaneously toss the referee aside, and stare one another down, measuring each other up The two are about to come to blows when a whole horde of nWo officials race down to the ring, forcing both me apart from each other.
Michael D: Well...uh...damn! What the hell do I say about this? Who the hell would've figured Adam Payne and Enforcer would be meeting next week for the brutality title?
Hank: Even I didn't think of that possibility. Your winners folks, Adam Payne and The Enforcer, Zak Reynolds. That should be one hell of a match next week!
The lights in the arena turn off. The crowd sits in the dark for a few moments when pyro erupts on the stage and the WoW logo begins spinning on the rampway and in the ring.
Hank - "Looks like it's WoW time! What a match this week...Rose versus Rammer!"
Michael D - "Rammer isn't to fond of getting in the ring with a girl, but being the only man to be able to wrestle for both brands, I can see why he would take offense to this. He's ready to take his frustration out in the ring."
The lights go out for a few seconds and blacklights come out from underneath the ramp as strobelights go off in every direction. Loco by Coal Chamber begins to play as Rose comes out in a white bodysuit. She does a roundoff back handspring tuck and each time her hands and feet hit the ground, pyros go off. She slides in the ring, and awaits Rammer.
Hank - "Did you see that!?"
Rose mounts Rammer and begins delivering lefts and rights to his head but Rammer powers and shoves her away. Rammer gets up and delivers a super kick to her face. He pulls her up by the hair as the crowd begins to really boo Rammer. The ref yells for them to get into the ring but Rammer ignores him. He swings Rose by her hair into the steel steps. The fans start an "Asshole" chant as Rammer flips them off.
Hank - "C'mon get her in the ring! This match hasn't even officially started yet."
Rammer grabs Rose and rolls her into the ring and follows. The bell rings to officially start the match. Rammer goes for a cover....1....2....kickout by Rose. Rammer scoops Rose back up by the hair again as the refs warnings go unheard. Rammer clenches a fist and swings to strike her when she ducks and waist locks him from behind before delivering a perfect german suplex. Rose gets up and climbs to the second rope and comes off with a 360 degree legdrop across the throat on Rammer. She goes for the cover....1....2.....kickout by Rammer. She pulls Rammer to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckles. She charges in doing a hand spring but Rammer moves and she colides with the top turnbuckle winding her. Rammer hits the ropes and nails her with a clothesline from hell. Rammer goes for the cover....1....2....kickout by Rose.
Michael D - "She's one tough little minx isn't she?"
Rammer begins to complain to the ref that he isn't counting fast enough. Rammer picks Rose up and tosses her through the ropes to the outside in front of the announce table and follows. The ref begins a count. Rammer picks her up and irish whips her towards the steel post but Rose reverses sending Rammer into the steel. Winded, Rammer stumbles back allowing Rose to deliver a bulldog to the ground. The crowd begins to cheer and get behind Rose. She slides under the rope to break the count and then slides back out. Rose approaches Hank and Michael D and pushes Hank out of the way scooping up his chair.
Hank - "Hey! What do you think you're doing?"
Rose just ignores Hank and approaches Rammer. She lifts the chair into the air but the ref slides out of the ring and grabs the chair. As the ref gives the chair back to Hank, Rammer sees the opening and hits Rose with a low blow. Rose buckles over in pain.
Michael D - "I guess girl parts can hurt too."
Hank - "You're an idiot."
Rammer slides Rose into the ring. He climbs to the top rope and comes soaring off with a corksrew plancha and lands on Rose. Rammer gets up and looks down at Rose, apparently out. He begins to laugh and point while at Rose while taunting the booing crowd. Rammer places one foot on her chest for the cover....1.....2.....shoulder up by Rose! Rammer becomes frustrated and pulls her up. He signals for the 'Downtown Slam' and hoists her up on his shoulders in a crucifix position. Just before he slams her face down to the mat someone hops up on the apron and points at Rammer.
Hank - "What? Who the heck is that?"
Rammer spots the man and realizes who it is...it's former WoW star...MASON! With the distraction Rose swings momentum in her favor as Rammer still holds her in the air. She swings down in front of him and quicly rolls Rammer into a small package. The ref counts....1....2....3!!! The bell rings and Rose gets the victory.
Hank - "I don't believe it! It's Mason. He and Rose were partners and really close friends years ago in the WoW. Now he's back!"
Mason steps into the ring and helps Rose up. Rose sees him and smiles before giving him a big hug. Rammer begins to complain to the ref but the referee says it's final. Rammer gets up and charges at Rose and Mason. He hits the two of them sending Rose through the ropes and to the outside. He grabs a hold of Mason and delivers a 'Downtown Slam' to him. The crowd boos again as Rammer gets out of the ring and kicks Rose one more time before leaving upset. Yelling at Rose and especially Mason.
Hank - "What a turn of events. Mason makes a big return but Rammer short lived it, but none the less, Rose got the victory."
The show cuts to a promo for the WoW Elimination Chamber featuring Ichabod, Brimstone, Rammer, Rose, Storm & Phuze. Who will win the WoW Championship?? "My Way" by Limp Bizkit plays as Prez Darren of the WoW heads to the ring to a mixed reaction. He smiles as he walks up the steps and into the ring. He is handed a microphone.
Prez Darren - "You know, as the Elimination Chamber draws closer, it's nice to see the competitors getting along so....nicely. Rose and Rammer will just about do anything they can to tear eachother apart before the big match, and right here last week, Ichabod and Damien Brimstone were going at it tooth and nail to try and settle an old rivalry. That's when two men failed to be ignored in all of this. They made their precense felt in that match and helped my ratings making me money. The WoW has truely re-surfaced and it's just beggining. Everyone has their reasons to do what they do in this business but it's only fair to hear it from the men themselves. So it's my pleasure to introudce the two men who made their impact last week....."
Darren has not yet finished his introduction when the crowd begins to react, the controversial duo already on the stage, having made their way in quietly. Instantly they are showered in a mixture of cheers and boos, though neither Phuze or Storm appear to be affected by it. For a moment, that seems to stretch into an eternity, the two stand atop the stage, contemplating the masses that react to what they did the week prior. Storm for the most part is collected, his features never betraying his emotions. Phuze, on the other hand is clearly smirking, making it clear that boos and cheers, he really does not care which one he is getting. And then they are on the move, the two WoW wrestlers making their way to the ring, climbing it with easy and sliding in, where each is tossed a microphone.
Phuze - "Thank you Darren..."
Phuze's glance towards Darren leaves much to be desired. Obviously Phuze does not let go of grudges easily, and the rivalry that existed between the two men can still be felt in the air between them. But the crowd is still going, some boo, simply because they do not like the two, others boo because Phuze went against his own rules and interfered on somebody else's match (old fans of WoW will remember that Phuze has always been an opponent of interferences)...the rest of the crowd is cheering, because they simply enjoyed the events of the week before.
PHUZE - "I know...I know...I'm not supposed to interfere, because it makes for disruption and unfairness and blah blah blah...I know it all, hell I wrote the f***ing book on the evils of interfering. And I still stand against them, but there are times when things need to get done, and this was one of those times."
Mixed reactions from the crowd, Storm pacing around the ring, measuring the crowd, quietly taking it all in before he raises his microphone to his mouth. He is a mountain of a man compared to the other two, much smaller men.
STORM - "There is a storm brewing over the horizons. A tempest approaches and a soul pleas for its saving. One must to what is necessary to set things straight and for a life the two of us shall stop at nothing, until our destiny is fullfilled."
OK...now the crowd is quiet, mostly because Storm just confused the hell out of them with his enigmatic talk. So Phuze takes in the responsibility of translating for the slow of mind and those who have not kept up with current events.
PHUZE - "Surely you all remember Phantom, my partner in the LOBO Elite Team. Word has reached us, through his sister Pixie that he finds himself in limbo, stuck in a plane between life and death. He was one of the few men that was always at my side when I needed it, this time it is time to return the favor, and Storm has been kind enough to help on this quest. We know Brimstone has 'connections'. Evil bastard can pull sh!t off that most of us sane people that have not sold our soul to the devil can not. He knows how we can reach our man, and if we have to beat it out of him, then so be it. An interference should drive our point home. WE WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES...to get to Phantom."
More reaction from the crowd, who now beginst to understand where things stand, but clearly this matter is much more complicated than it seems at the surface.
STORM - "This is far greater than anything Ichabod or Brimstone have ever faced, let it be known that we will make a warpath, and if they stand in the way there will be no hesitation when it comes to putting away obstacles."
Michael D - "The chief has spoken"
Hank - "Yeah...but that still does not explain why they attacked Ichabod."
And as if on cue, Phuze us at it again, running one hand over his hair.
PHUZE - "And lets not forget that the WoW Championship is on the line as well. If we can kill two birds with one stone, then I am all for it. We striked first, and we did it because we are fully capable of doing it. I do not care if Ichabod is pushing paper and presiding over the nWo. Ask Darren here...I am not afraid of taking on the higher ups of the federation. So Ichabod, where ever you are...get it in that bald, oversized head of yours, your mouth may be big, but that does not at all put points in for intimidation factor when it comes to us. You talked a lot of sh!t when the WoW was reintroduced...I expect you to back it all up, because when I am looking down at that bloody ass of yours that you call a face, I want to make sure you know you are aware of exactly who you are looking up to. I don't wrestle, remember that...I bring a f###ing battle, and there is nothing that brings me more joy than another mans vitae smearing my knuckles..."
The arena suddenly goes dark as mysterious humming noises fill the arena. A drumset begins as ten blue lasers arranged equidistant around the nWoTron begin to gyrate around cutting arcs through what looks like dense fog. The distorted guitar begins as the lasers continue to cut and finally circle around to point directly at the curtain. Their foci swirl around and around the curtain until...
"I'm over it!"
The music pauses just then as an explosion of blue pyro ignites the stage in a superheated inferno. The music continues as the smoke clears and Ichabod stands there, head down, fists clenched down in front of him.
"I hear it fading"
Ichabod throws his hands out as another blast erupts, this one three times that of the first. The entire set up engulfs him as fans gasp and yell. Before the fire can even clear, he steps out of the flames and onto the ramp, the lasers flashing off and on but following him, and blue screaming pyros flanking him as he powerwalks to the ring.
"You see I cannot be forsaken"
Ichabod stops at the apron long enough for the dim strobe lights to begin, slowly at first, then building in intensity. He climbs onto the apron and throws his arms out in a crucifix position as the lights come up. Ichabod steps into the ring and stares at Phuze and Storm, daring either of them to make the first move.
He continues the stare down as the fans are begging for something to happen. Storm and Phuze stand there with arms crossed, waiting for the nWo President to proceed with his purpose. Ichabod gets very close to Storm, face to face, threatening him with his eyes.
Hank- This is extremely exciting for the fans. These are two WOW legends we've never had a chance to see in the ring, Mike.
Michael D.- No kidding, Hank. They've never even been in the same promotion before. We should have known they'd meet sooner or later.
Ichabod looks right into Storm's eyes, inching closer and closer. Storm steadies his gaze and unfolds his arms, almost begging Ichabod to attack.
Instead, Ichabod snatches the mic away from him in the blink of an eye and turns toward the fans. Cheers and pops erupt all over the arena as Storm's face turns red in fury. He looks to Phuze, who shakes his head imperceptibly. Calm seems to return to the Storm.
Ichabod- We seem to have a bit of a konflict on our hands here. Last week, I fought a very important battle in this constant ongoing war I have with Damien Brimstone. The battles I've had with the likes of him, the Harvesters, are unrivalved in their degree and seriousness.
But a phantom from the past appeared, joined by his new found partner, and sly as foxes the two of them sauntered onto that battlefield to meddle in long term business, as it were.
Ichabod- Who the hell do you think you are? Oh yeah, I forgot, WOW Legends, right? Let me tell you a little something about real WOW legends. A real legend, like myself, stays there from day one, from the time ink marks my name on the contract, until there's nothing left to fight for but a scrap of a federation, a crumbled building in a mess of soot. Were either of you there the day WOW fell? NO! I was there, I watched it fall, rise, fall again, rise again, rise all the way to a glory neither of you witnessed because you ran with your tails between your legs long ago. And then I watched it fall farther than the rock bottom it had seen so many times before. I watched WOW burn in hell before my eyes while I bled for days over it.
Where the hell were you when WOW needed you most?
Hiding? Resting? Relaxing? Not giving a shit? That seems to be the attitude of 94% of contracted wrestlers these days, they dont' care about anything, not even glory, unless its easy come by. You got your easy glory by returning after all these years. When that chance arose, you two choads jumped at the chance to see your names up in lights again. But for how long? How long will it be before that laziness you disguise as apathy takes over and you're gone again, while I still stand and fight every opposition before me?
What gives you the right to return now? What inner crazed undeserving narcissus makes you believe you have earned the right to stand here in a ring before me? Before these millions of fans that have watched unerringly, remaining more loyal to WOW than either of you burnouts ever were or will be?
I've built my legacy year after year under the banners of WOW and nWo. What have you done? Dropped a dubious bomb on an impervious wrestling business some x years ago when WOW was still a fledgeling suckling at the teets of fame and success. You dominated an adolescent fed over a bunch of mismatched people searching for their own spot in wrestling's aloof reality.
But you disappeared, and in your absence, WOW and its associates were tempered. The former coals were put under so many pressures until diamonds shined out blindingly into the eyes of rival promotions. We were able to bring so many nuance, shocking things to the fans of wrestling in that time. We built ourselves upon worthy pedestals and rightfully stood above anyone who wasn't with us.
And now, you come, ghosts from a time when WOW was merely a carter, I mean charter, organization, and try to challenge us? I daresay you are both well out of line.
But thats ok, because it has become my specialty putting people back in line. You both will be dealt with come the elimination chamber, when I take back the WOW Championship, a championship so marked with blood, sweat, and tears, that neither of you will recognize it from the newly plated one you gazed upon in your days. And the gala had there by the true fans of WOW will ring in your ears, beating you out of town like the drums of the lion and the unicorn.
Phuze and Ichabod stand face to face as the tension mounts. Suddenly Storm blindsides Ichabod with a double axe handle knocking him down. Darren hops out of the ring with a smirk on his face as Phuze and Storm double team Ichabod. They pick him up. Phuze holds him open for Storm but as Storm approaches Ichabod kicks him in the gut and breaks free of Phuze. Ichabod fights back hitting Phuze with some strong rights backing him against the ropes. Ichabod clotheslines him over the top rope and then turns his attention to Storm who approaches. Ichabod spears him to the mat and continues the attack. Ichabod picks Storm up and is about to deliver the "B!tch Thump" when a steel chair comes crashing down on his back by Phuze. Ichabod releases Storm and falls to the mat. Storm holds up Ichabod for Phuze who cracks the steel chair against Ichabods face busting him open.
Hank - "This is uncalled for!!!"
Prez Darren stands at the top of the rampway smiling at the destruction inflicted on Ichabod. Phuze then holds the steel chair on Ichabods bleeding face as he lays on the mat. Storm begins to climb the ropes obviously with the intent to come crashing down on the chair. As Storm reaches the top rope all the lights in the arena go out. The fans scream.
Hank - "What the hell is going on?"
The lights come back on and everyone sees Damien Brimstone in the ring and begins to cheer. Phuze spots him and charges with the steel chair but Brimstone kicks the chair into Phuzes face. Storm then flies off the top rope but is caught by the throat of Brimstone and chokeslammed to the mat. Phuze and Storm roll out of the ring and begin backing up the ramp shouting obsenities to Brimstone and Ichabod. Brimstone picks up one of the microphones.
Brimstone - "Filthy monkeys. Each and everyone of you damn dirty apes sickens me, repulses me, and I find that with every growing second I can think of nothing more beautiful, no sight more wonderous in all creation, than to be the very author of your Extinction! You made the biggest mistake you could ever possibly imagine interfering with Long Term business."
"And now? Now you have tasted a sample of the wrath I have in store for each one of you. This is not over. This is not finished. Not by a long shot. Because you groped and grabbed and attempted to strike me down with your grubby little paws, you have just opened up a door you cannot close. You have crossed the line seperating you from the rest of the mindless herd of sheeple, and I won't forget. I will always remember how you dared to interfere with my revenge. And for that, you will pay. All of you."
"Dearly."
Brimstone drops the microphone as the fans cheer. Prez Darren gets upset on the stage and begins to speak.
Prez Darren - "So this is how it's going to be, eh? None of you can seem to keep your hands off eachother before the Elimination Chamber match. Well, then next week, right here on Malice. We are going to have ourselves a tag match. It will be Phuze & Storm taking on Ichabod & Damien Brimstone....in a NO disqalification match!!"
Prez Darren throws down the mic and exits. The fans go nuts.
Hank - "I don't believe it! Ichabod and Brimstone must team together to take on Phuze and Storm?? This is a blockbuster match and it's going to happen right here NEXT WEEK!"
The lights in the arena suddenly turn off as the fans sit in darkness for a few seconds. With a large bang, all four ring posts explode in sparks and a flashes. The theme from "Terminator" plays as the arena lights turn back on to a bright red as Weltmeister walks out from the back. Weltmeister walks to the ring steps over the top rope before climbing to the second rope and flexing his giagantic arms before the crowd.
Hank- That man looks ready and capable of walking out of here the champion tonight, Mike.
'Cocky' hits as Christian Wright walks out, Bohemoth close behind him. Wright does a little 'Flair strut', and gives the crowd a 'WHOO!' as Bohemoth behind him points to Wright. The two walk down the aisle, as Wright seems totally focused on (opponent's name), walking over to top side of the ring, and leaping to the apron. Grabbing hold of the ropes, Wright leaps into the ring and raises his arms to cheers from the crowd, still keeping his focus on the opponent.
Mike D.- Wrights been having his share of problems with Sam on his mind...
Hank- Or is it SAM?
"Nobody's Listening" by Linkin Park hits the PA System. We can hear it saying "C-C-Comin' at ya, Come Come Comin' At Ya" and then BOOM pyro shoots off as the lyrics get underway.
[Peep the Sylte and the kids checking for it]
Michael D.- I heard PKA requested a hardcore matchup tonight, and Ichabod's only response was that the match would end up being no DQ before it was over, but not by his ruling!
Hank- What do you suppose he meant by that?
Party Up plays and Quake makes his way straight out from the curtains and walks casually to the ring, heating up the crowd with signs advertising certain products endorsed by QVC! In the ring he poses on the turnbuckle applaudes the crowd........
Hank- And there's nWo's most controversial champion to date. Quake, who was handed the title by Mainstreamer! This is his first defense, will he make the Streamer proud?
Quake isn't even in the ring five seconds when all three opponents pounce on him. Weltmeister, PKA, and Christian Wright are stomping him on the mat, until suddenly, PKA clotheslines Weltmeister right over the top rope. He leaps up onto the rope and does a corkscrew moonsault onto Welt outside the ring!
Christian Wright jerks Quake off the mat and picks him up for a quick tilt a whirl backbreaker! Quake tumbles to the mat again and Wright goes for the cover 1...2... Kickout by Quake!
Michael D.- Don't forget, Hank, this match is double elimination, you have to get pinned or submitted TWICE before you are out of the match!
Outside, PKA is rolling Weltmeister in the ring. PKA goes up to the top rope, looking for a moonsault, but Welt is quick to his feet and hits a powerful spinning backfist! PKA drops like a rock! Quake is on his feet now, and he floors Wright with a forearm smash, then rushes over to clobber Weltmeister in the back of the head with a 3/4 facelock and a bulldog! He sneaks over and covers PKA 1..3.. no! PKA rolls out at the last second!
Wright has gotten back up and is making his way over to Weltmeister, but Welt is to his feet again, grabbing Wright up for a double vertical foward suplex! Wright hits the mat hard, but Weltmeister's not done yet! He picks CW back up again, this time planting him with a spinning piledriver!
Hank- Look at the sheer power of Weltmeister!
Weltmeister goes for the pin just as Quake is putting PKA in a Mexican surfboard. 1...2....3! Thats one elimination against Christian Wright! And PKA is tapping! One for PKA!
Quake rolls off of PKA and heads for Weltmeister. Weltmeister stands up to meet him, but instead meets a running double leg dropkick! Quake leaps to the second rope and drops a leg on Weltmeister. 1...2... no! Welmeister tosses Quake off like a rag doll!
Michael D.- Christian Wright is moving in on the fallen PKA.
PKA finally gets to his knees and nails a low blow on CW. Wright crumbles as PKA grabs him in a reverse chin lock. He locks it in tight while Wright reaches around for some leverage. Quake is coming up from behind, but PKA sees him and lets go, turning around to plant Quake with a drop toe hold right onto Wright!`Its a pin 1...2... Wright reverses it,, 1...2...3! Quake suffers a point against him!
Mike D.- Weltmeister is the only man in this match left with no eliminations against him! He may very well be the new nWo Champion!!
PKA has made it over to Weltmeister, but Weltmeister picks him up and launches him against the ropes. On the return, he spins PKA around and launches him up in an overhead full nelson slam! He goes for the pin 1...2...3! PKA is out!
Hank- Its down to three men now as PKA leaves dejectedly!
Michael D.- And two of those men already have a penalty against them!
Weltmeister watches PKA go, but just then, Quake and Christian Wright double clothesline him from behind! Quake hits a blizzard suplex on the big man, just as Wright is going to the top rope. He goes for the pin, but Wright comes flying off with a flying jalapeno! He nails both men and covers them both. 1..2..3!! Quake is out of this tournament!
Hank- We're going to see a new nWo champion tonight, Mike! What will Mainstreamer say?
Mike D.- Better yet, what will Weltmeister have to say? That pin counted against him too!
Wright is on his feet as Weltmeister gathers himself. Quake is exiting, shaking his head, but Wright is arguing with the ref!
Mike D.- Christian Wright is trying to claim the match is over!
Hank- He thinks that because Quake was also pinning Weltmeister that counts as two pins!
The ref is vehemently shaking his head, and Christian Wright moves just as Weltmeister is coming at him with a clothesline from hell! He hits the ref! The ref is out, and Wright spins Weltmeister around to hit him with a haymaker!
Weltmeister stumbles back, but uses his momentum to bounce the opposite ropes and come back with a big Thesz press!
Hank- That may be the biggest Thesz press I've ever seen, Mike!
Mike D.- Look up on the ramp, Hank!
Brother Brimstone is standing on the ramp with his arms crossed staring into the ring!
Meanwhile, Weltmeister is pounding on Christian Wright. He crawls off and slings him to the ropes, but runs to follow him there, grabbing him up and leaping onto the second rope to execute the Warhead!!
Hank- Thats it! Its all over!
Weltmeister rolls Christian up in the ring. But the referee is not there!!
Weltmeister pushes off of Wright, looking around for the downed ref. Meanwhile, nWo President Ichabod suddenly emerges on the ramp, pushing Brimstone aside and running down to slide into the ring. He looks left to Wright, and then at Weltmeister.
Mike D.- Look at the bandages on his face from the attack earlier! He's out for blood! But it was Phuze and Storm, not Weltmeister and Christian Wright!
Hank- Too true, but both of these men have it out for Ichabod for their own reasons. Believe it or not, Ichabod is thinking clearly through his anger and is going to use his hunger for blood to eliminate one problem tonight!
Ichabod makes his choice and goes for Christian Wright. He picks him up and starts nailing him with right hands. Weltmeister turns and sees it and shrugs, and watches as Ichabod obliterates the only challenge left for the nWo Championship!
Brimstone rushes into the ring! He slides up next to Weltmeister and looks up at him, then rushes over to clothesline Ichabod. Ichabod gets up and gets in Brimstone's face. Words fly, but here comes Phuze and Storm again! Brim and Ichy turn to meet them and all hell breaks loose! They slide in the ring amidst kicks from Ichy and Brim, but Storm low blows Brimstone! He grabs Ichabod and plants him with an overhead suplex! Storm helps Phuze up, then turns and looks around. He sees Christian Wright!
Wright backs away, right into Weltmeister, who grabs him up for a chokeslam! He goes for the pin, but still no ref! Storm just grabbed Weltmeister up off Christian Wright!
Mike D.- Oh no! I knew mixing WoW with nWo was a bad idea!!
The two giants are face to face. A smile curls Storm's lips, when suddenly Phuze clobbers Weltmeister from the side! Phuze lifts Weltmeister up and Storm spears the hell out of him! They look ready to inflict more punishment, but Ichabod and Brimstone have gotten chairs! They nail Storm with a Con-chair-to! Then Phuze! Wright sneaks over and covers Weltmeister just as the ref is coming to, 1..2...3!!
Hank- Oh my God! Christian Wright just won the nWo Championship!! Christian Wright!
Back in the ring, Ichabod and Brimstone look around surveying the damage they've caused with Phuze and Storm. Their eyes come to rest on one another as they drop their chairs.
Michael D.- They don't need to be fighting tonight! They've both got to be fresh for next week!
The two old foes stare into each others eyes intensely, looking ready to attack, when suddenly, Weltmeister leaps off the top turnbuckle where he had climbed with a double clothesline!! The sheer size of the man is enough to knock both Ichy and Brim out in the ring, and he leaves them lying there next to Phuze and Storm! He climbs out and walks past Wright without looking, then turns at the curtain and faces the devestation, raising his arms to do his trademark flexing pose as Malice goes off the air.
Boniqua: "Kickout. Stand up. Overhead belly to back suplex. Chinlock."
Nefranco: "Grab the rope. Stand up. Spin kick."
[The number one question is]
[How could you ignore it?]
[Over basement tracks]
[With raps that got you backingthis up like..]
[[REWIND THAT]]
[Rise from the ashes of the stylistic division]
With these non-stop lyrics of life living]
[not to be forgotten]
[But Still Unforgiven!]
[Talk this and that/so I suppose]
[It gets to a point feelings gotta get hurt]
[And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt]
[[IT GOES]]
[BUT EVERYONE IGNORES ME!]
[[TOLD YOU EVERYTHING LOUD AND CLEAR]]
[BUT NOBODY'S LISTENING!]
[CALL TO YOU SO CLEARLY]
[BUT YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR ME!]
[[TOLD YOU EVERYTHING LOUD AND CLEAR]]
[BUT NO-BODY'S LISTENINNNNNG!]
Fight Music by D-12 hits and Rammer steps out on stage. He makes his way to the ring pointing a finger at Rose and bad mouthing her. He gets to the bottom of the ramp when Rose bounces off the ropes to get momentum and flies over the top rope with a cross body block on Rammer knocking him to the ground.
Phuze raises his microphone to speak, but the crowd is still to animated for him to really get any words in. He chuckles to himself.
"You see I'm falling in the vast abyss"
"Clouding my memories of the past"
"At last, I see"
"I can't speak it, or else you will dig my grave"
"You feel it finding, always winding"
"Take my hand now, be alive!"
"Because I'm not the only one"
"We walk amongst you feeding, raping"
"Must we hide from everyone?"
[The number one question is]
[How could you ignore it?]
PKA, Adam Payne, and Ash walk out onto the stage in a very confident way.
[We drop right back in the cut]
[Over basement tracks]
[With raps that got you backingthis up like..]
[[REWIND THAT]]
PKA raises his arms up, with his fists touching each other, as Payne balls up his fists, hits his left shoulder with his right fist, then hits his right shoulder with his left fist, followed by raising his arms up high too. Ash raises her arms, then points to each man.
[We're just rolling with the rhythm]
[Rise from the ashes of the stylistic division]
With these non-stop lyrics of life living]
[not to be forgotten]
[But Still Unforgiven!]
PKA grabs onto Ash's hand and holds it up in the air. The three make their way towards the ring.
[But in the meantime there are those who wanna]
[Talk this and that/so I suppose]
[It gets to a point feelings gotta get hurt]
[And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt]
[[IT GOES]]
PKA holds Ash's hand until she gets up the steps, then he slides in. Adam Payne climbs up on the apron and goes into the ring, climbing the turnbuckle as PKA does the same at the other end..
[TRY TO GIVE YOU WARNING]
[BUT EVERYONE IGNORES ME!]
[[TOLD YOU EVERYTHING LOUD AND CLEAR]]
[BUT NOBODY'S LISTENING!]
[CALL TO YOU SO CLEARLY]
[BUT YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR ME!]
[[TOLD YOU EVERYTHING LOUD AND CLEAR]]
[BUT NO-BODY'S LISTENINNNNNG!]
Ash stands in between them holding her arms up in the air pointing to each man. PKA puts his arms out in a crusifix and Payne raises his massive arms with the fans booing like crazy.
