We cut to ringside where Mike D. and Hank are ready to get the show rolling.

Micheal D.- What a hellacious show Hank!

Hank- Right you are, Mike. nWo is now in full swing with its first ever Pay Per View show, Gladiator, down in the history books.

Micheal D.- Will Dick's world title reign come to an abrubt stop tonight? Rammer took the bounty by eliminating BG at Gladiator, and now, his promised shot will happen tonight!

Straight away the nWotron flashes to life, showing a Diablo pulling up to a graveyard. Wicked D himself steps out, carrying a bodybag which seems to have something inside. He walks all the way through the graveyard to the back, past all the headstones, and to a ditch where mucky water is running. He unzips the bag and pulls the flap, which has a white 5 written on it, down, showing the face of Ken Hero!

Hank- What the... He's got a match tonight!

Wicked D nods and then zips the bag back up, tossing it into the ditch. Then he makes his way back and into the Diablo, driving away.

Hank - I don't know what that was about, but it looks like this match is down to a one on one. All right this is one hell of a way to start some action tonight, we got Morbius going up against Floyd!.

Michael D - Well most people would like to say that Floyd has this in the bag, but I'm more for the Morb Man on this one!

Hank - The Morb Man?

Step Up by Linkin Park blasts on the PA system and Morbius walks out on to the stage. The fans boo and Morbius starts cussing at them all, flips them off, and then slowly walks to the ring. He gets in the ring and raises his arms up as pyros shoot off. His music fades as he waits in the corner for his opponent.

Hank - Morbius is a scary looking dude, this should be a good bout tonight!

Immortal by Adema Plays, and Floyd comes out to a huge reaction. He holds a kendo stick in one hand and a cigarette in the other as he slowly walks down the ramp, slapping the fans hands along the way. He gets to the ring and enters. He waits in the corner for the match to begin.

Michael D - Floyd I'm sorry to say probably can't hang with Morbius!

The referee checks both men, then tells Floyd to put out his cig and throw his kendo stick to the outside. After that, the bell sounds and this match is under way. Both men walk to the middle of the ring and stare down at each other for a while. After a few words being thrown, the two men engage in a collar and elbow lockup to start things off. Morbius gets the early advantage, mainly because of his size and power advantage. Floyd backs Morbius into the ropes, then whips him to the other side of the ring. Morbius comes back, as Floyd ducks and connects with a back body drop sending Morbius down, but he gets right back up!

Hank - You can't keep this man down! This is insane!

Morbius taunts Floyd while on his knees, as Floyd kicks him in the face and the fans erupt! Floyd begins to go to work stomping on Morbius, and then picks him up. Floyd gets a few chops in, then a big kick, as Morbius bends down; Floyd hooks him up, and then nails a Piledriver! Morbius is down, but Floyd again picks him up and Irish whips him, but Morbius knocks the referee down, and then falls to the outside. As Morbius gets up, Floyd runs and baseball slides Morbius! Morbius is now busted open! Floyd goes outside the ring and grabs his kendo stick, but doesn't realize Morbius is up and right behind him!

Michael D - He's going to be in for a nice little surprise unless he turns around!

Hank - Well you got that right, I don't think he has any idea he's behind him!

Floyd turns around and swings wildly but Morbius ducks, then grabs him around the neck and connects with a vicious Chokeslam! Morbius grabs the kendo stick and sets it in the ring, then grabs a chair and sets it up. Morbius picks Floyd up, then picks him up in the air, and then drops him face first on the chair! Floyd is in pain, as Morbius picks him up and rolls him inside the ring. Morbius follows, then grabs the kendo stick and waits for Floyd to get up.

Michael D - He's just taunting Floyd!

Hank - What, are you going to go up there and tell him any different?

When Floyd reaches his feet, he glances and sees Morbius standing there holding the kendo stick, so he gets up and prepares for an attack. When Morbius swings, Floyd grabs the kendo stick and smashes Morbius in the head with it. The referee is starting to get back up, so Floyd tosses the kendo stick to the outside. Morbius is leaning in the corner and Floyd sees an opportunity! Floyd picks Morbius to the top rope, then climbs up and sets him on his shoulders and drops The Fallen Angel! Floyd goes for the cover and Floyd picks up the three count!

Hank - What a move by Floyd! And that was big enough to pick him up the victory over Morbius tonight!

Michael D - Damn! Oh well I will give Floyd credit, that was a pretty wicked move

Hank - Darn right it was!

Floyd spits on the fallen Morbius and exits the ring and stage area. The ref tries to help Morbius up, but Morbius pushes him off and walks out on his own.

'Dragula' by Rob Zombie begins the lights go out, then a red light shines on the ring and the ring begins to smoke. Judas steps out on stage with his brutality title and an angry look as he makes his way to the ring.

Mike D- Judas doesn't look to happy to be defending his brutality title to six men tonight.

Hank- No, he doesn't but, I don't think that is going to keep him from trying.

Judas begins to pull weapons out from under the ring as 'The Way I Am' by Eminem plays throughout the arena. The Black Scorpion comes out from behind the curtain as he looks around the arena slowly. He starts to walk slowly down the ramp, as fans reach for him to slap their hands but, the Scorpion ignores them and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Just then the lights dim and begin to flicker as 'Click Click Boom' hits the p.a system. The crowds reaction turns to loud boo's as Barty walks out on the stage with an arrogant smirk as usual. He walks down the ramp, reach out to touch the fans but, pulling back as they reach for him. Barty fiddles around with his hair before looking into the camera and admiring his own reflection. Barty then slides into the ring and gets to his feet before twirling around and tensing his body then climbs the top rope and poses about as Break Stuff By Limp Bizkit plays. Matt Styles comes out to the ring with both arms out in the air. He walks down the rampway and high fives the members of the crowd then gets into the ring. He climbs onto the turnbuckle with both arms out again and then gets on the second rope from the side of the ring and puts one hand up to the crowd. 'Cocky' by Kid Rock hits and the 'REAL Nature Boy' Christian Wright walks down the aisle cockily. Christian struts down the aisle as he makes his way to the ring. Christian slides in and poses on the middle turnbuckle. Wright leaps down doing a little Flair strut before being interupted by 'Iron Head' by Ozzy and Rob Zombie as the lights dim a little. Then the nWo tron reads Shadow Law and starts playing. Shadow Law comes out and walks down the ramp to the ring. Law enters the ring and goes to stand up on the turnbuckle as the music fades out.

Hank- We have one more competitor but, hey look Mike...

The nWo tron lights up as we see Jugernaught standing by with Mr. Black. Jugs not even dressed in his wrestling gear shakes Mr. Black's hand as the two laugh.

Mike D- It doesn't look like Jugernaught is going to get involved tonight. It's going to be a six man brutality battle royal.

The bell sounds as complete mayhem fills the ring. A chair shot rings out by Judas onto Matt Styles as Shadow Law smashes a garbage can over the Black Scorpion. Meanwhile, Christian Wright is taking it to Barty B Bad. He tries to push him over the top rope but. Wright reaches way down and nails a haymaker, knocking Barty out of the ring. As he hits the floor, someone reaches out and grabs him by the ankles and drags him under the ring!

Meanwhile, Shadow Law and the brutality champion Judas slug it out. Law backs him into the corner and whips Judas into a table set up in the opposite corner. He taunts the crowd and then tosses Judas over the top rope eliminating him.

Mike D- Well our champ has been eliminated so this match is now sure to deliver a new champion.

Matt Styles and Christian Wright go at it as the Black Scorpion and Shadow Law go at it at the other end of the ring. Matt Styles rolls Wright onto a table. He climbs up and signals for the Styles Clash. The table breaks as Styles tries to toss Wright out of the ring. Law from behind tries to eliminate the both of them. Styles falls to the floor eliminated but, Wright hangs on and rolls under the bottom rope. As Styles hits the floor, he too is drug under the ring. The Scorpion grabs Law and whips him to the ropes he nails a spinning wheel kick then goes to grab a chair. He waits for Law to get up to nail him but, Wright from behind grabs the chair and clocks the Scorpion with it. Law backdrops the Scorpion to the outside as Law and Wright stand at opposite corners stairing each other down.

Hank- This is it. It's come down to two men. Shadow Law and Christian Wright. Who is going to be more brutal...that's the question.

The two charge at each other with a thunderous double clothesline. Both men go down as they try to make it back to their feet. Law grabs a fire extinguisher as he sprays Wright in the face. Christain Wright falls back down as Law drops the elbow then sets a chair on top of Wright's face. He goes up top for a fist drop off the top rope. Christan lifts the chair in the nick of time nailing Law in the face. Shadow Law rolls around on the mat as Christian gets to his feet. He jams the chair into Laws leg a couple times then signals for the figure four. He wraps up his legs up as Law screams out in pain. Christian grabs the chair in his hand waiting for Law to sit up after he clenches the hold in tighter. Law does so only to get smashed into the face with the chair busting him wide open. He finally lets go of the hold and sets Law up by putting the chair underneath him. He goes for the reverse tornado DDT on the chair but, Law somehow reverses it into a spinebuster onto the chair. Both lay in the ring almost completely unconscious.

Mike D- I don't know who to pick. These two are giving it all they've got.

Hank- They certainly are Mike.

Law slowly gets to his feet. He waits for Christian to get up and nails a sidewalk slam. Law falls back over as he tries to pull himself up by the ropes. Christain back up, charges at Law but, Law back drops him over the top rope. He raises his hand in victory but, Wright never let go of the rope and never touched the floor. Wright back in, taps him on the shoulder. Law tuns around only to get caught in the 'Call of Nature'...afterwards Wright stands up signaling for the end. He sets a table up adjacent of the turnbuckle as he then forces Law up to the top turnbuckle for a superplex. He decides to go all the way to the top as he suplexes Law high into the air through the table. A 'Holy Shit' chant breaks out in the crowd as both men lay in the middle of the ring.

Hank- It just keeps getting better Mike.

Wright makes it to his feet and then goes to toss Law over the top rope. Law out on the apron, still holding on shoulderblocks Wright through the middle ropes and slings himself back inside with a sunset flip onto a chair. Both struggle to get up as a slugfest takes over. Law getting the upperhand, whips Wright to the turnbuckle. He follows up only to get elbowed in the face. Wright turns around and begins to untie the turnbuckle padding. Law regains his senses and charges into the turnbuckle but, Wright ducks out of the way. Law catches himself before he hits. He turns around only to get hit with a dropkick but, he grabs Wright's feet and slingshots him into the exposed turnbuckle. Shadow Law sets him up and lands the 'Law Breaker' as the crowd goes nuts. Wright stumbles to his feet as Law comes charging in with a clothesline to send Wright out of the ring but, Wright falls to the mat and Law goes tumbling over the top rope.

Hank- This one is over Mike. What a match we had here.

Mike D- No doubt about it Hank. This one could have gone either way but, thanks to Christian Wright and Shadow Law, these fans in the Saddledome were treated to a hell of a match!

The ref awards Christian Wright the Brutality championship as he does a Flair flop and falls face first onto the mat. EMT's rush out around the ring to help the fallen warriors backstage. One nWo official looks under the ring to see what happened to Matt Styles and Barty B Badd. He pulls out two bodybags marked 6 and 7 in white.

Mike. D- That may very well be the match of the night, Hank!

The nWotron takes us backstage where Wright has just left the medical table. He looks pretty damn happy until Wicked D steps out with a Singapore Cane and knocks the living hell out of him. He slides him into a bodybag with 8 marked on it.

The scene changes to Ichabod's locker room where he is sitting there coaching Deidre for her match. Brian Graves is there as well, all psyched up for his match tonight. There is a knock at the door.

Ichabod- Come in...

The door comes open and a beautiful young lady walks in. Graves and Ichabod both raise their eyebrows as Deidre rolls her eyes at them. The gorgeous lady whips a chair out from under the desk in the room and sits on it backwards. She pulls out a notepad and a wallet and flashes a badge at them.

Emily Stone- I'm Private Investigator Emily Stone, and I have some questions for you, Ichabod, about the recent events at Gladiator.

Brian Graves- What's this about, ma'am?

Emily Stone- Quiet! I'll ask the questions here. Ichabod, did you hold a personal grudge against Mr. Phillips?

Ichabod- Phillips? That ref? Only that he kept putting his nose where it didn't belong.

Emily Stone- Mmm, Hmmm.

Emily jots a few notes on her notepad.

Emily Stone- And do you know anything about the wherabouts of Jacob, Sarah, and Lisa Phillips?

Ichabod- Who?

Emily Stone- His family, Ichabod. Where are they? And where exactly were you in the arena last week when the lights went out on Mr. Phillips? Do you own any handguns, Ichabod?

Deidre- What exactly are you trying to insinuate, Miss Stone?

Stone looks up at Deidre, who has a menacing vissage right now. She doesn't seem to like the idea of Ichabod getting accused of something, overtly or covertly.

Emily Stone- Miss Miller, these questions are for Ichabod, and this would go a lot better for him if you'd keep quiet.

Deidre- What did you just say to me?

Emily Stone- You'll keep your mouth shut or I'll have you escorted downtown on principles.

Deidre leaps out of her seat at Emily Stone, spearing her through the chair to the floor. They roll around trading off punches as BG and Ichabod try to pull them apart. Ichabod grabs Brian and pulls him away, then grabs a broomstick and pokes it into the fray. Graves can't help but laugh a little as the two finally come apart. Deidre stands up breathing hard, and Stone tries to fix her mussed hair. The look of intensity is enough to shut Brian up.

Emily Stone- Fine, you want to play hardball, we'll play.

Emily tosses the notebook aside and walks out, slamming the door behind her. Ichy looks at Deidre who is still staring at the door, and then at Brian. Brian just shrugs.

The scene goes back to ringside where Mike and Hank look shocked.

Mike D.- What do you think she meant by that?

Hank- I don't know, Mike, but it seems like Ichabod is prime suspect in an attempted murder case... At any rate, we have the Television title up for grabs next up, lets get this show moving again!

Bother by Stone Sour hits the arena sound system as the lights get really dark and a blue haze goes around with flashing lights. Jack Frost and his Valet come out with Glitter flying from the enterance way reflecting the blue haze. They simply walk to the ring. Jack Frost climbs through the middle rope and stands in the ring waiting for his opponent.

Micheal D.- Did it get a little cold in here just now?

Hank- That was bad, Mike... real bad.

Special Delivery is heard throughout the arena as the begining intro plays...the softer music is starting to get louder when a few beats hit in and blue pyros shoot down from the top of the rafters leaving only a small gap for The Extreme Legend Brian Graves to walk through...then the beats really kick in and the song blares throughout. Brian walks in between the pryos as the fans start booing like crazy. Brian has a cocky grin on his face as he slides down into the ring and goes to the top left turnbuckle and flashes The Shocker to the crowd and hops down and smirks at the crowd.

Both men run at each other. Jack Frost ducks and turns around, grabbing Graves and lifting him up for an atomic drop. Brian Graves plants his feet however, and then turns and backs Jack Frost into the ropes, then whips him to the other side of the ring. Jack Frost comes back and clotheslines Graves out of the ring..., but he gets right back up!

Hank - Thats a real champion Frost!

Jack Frost taunts Brian Graves from inside the ring, as Brian Graves grabs his feet and drags him out! Brian Graves begins slam Frost against everything he can find, the ring apron, ring steps, announce table, security barrier, before finally rolling him back into the ring. Brian Graves leaps onto the top rope and does a nice senton bomb onto Frost, and goes for the cover and a quick 1 count.

Frost picks Graves up and whips him to the ropes, and then does a knee lift on the rebound. Jack Frost is about to drop an elbow, but Brian Graves is quick to his feet, and grabs Frost in a chicken wing.

Michael D - Brian Graves is fast as lightning!

Hank - Yeah, and lightning is hot, and can melt Frost!

Michael D - Hey Hank, how about lets stick with me doing comedy.

Jack Frost ducks, then reverses and hits a neckbreaker on Brian! Jack Frost grabs the downed Brian and slams him into a corner. As Graves stumbles out of the corner, Jack Frost picks him up, and does an electric chair drop! Brian Graves is in pain, as Jack Frost rolls him up, 1..2.. no Brian kicks out!

Michael D - We almost had a new Champion there.

Hank - You got a lot of faith in Frost don't you?

Brian and Frost lay there for a minute catching breaths. Finally, Graves is up and stalking toward Frost. Frost brings his foot up to kick Graves in the little BG's, but BG grabs his leg and twists it around into a sharpshooter. He locks it tight as Frost yells out in pain. He is trying to crawl toward the ropes, but Graves pulls him back to center and locks it in tighter and tighter. The fans begin to chant Jack Frost, Jack Frost! Graves looks a bit confused, but then suddenly he smiles and twists Frost's legs, turning it into an Angle Lock! Frost cries out in pain and begins to tap on the mat furiously.

Hank - Brian has made Frost submit!

Michael D - Graves really had the fans behind him didn't he? Brian Graves, Brian Graves. I couldn't hear myself think.

Hank - I thought they were saying Jack Frost?

Michael D - Hank, I heard Graves clearly...

Graves is handed his title and holds it up as the fans cheer like mad. He exits the arena as a frustrated Jack Frost climbs out of the ring and makes his way back.

We head backstage to where we see PKA and Ash in the locker room. PKA is lacing up his boots while Ash stands beside him.

PKA- I can't believe Dick used those knucks on me at Gladiator, that was a shocker.

Ash- Tell me about it, but hey you were gonna use some on him too.

PKA- Well you know me Ash, as I've said before Cheat to win, however it backfired on me then. Oh well, screw that. Dick can have his title for now I have the International Title.

PKA stands up and grabs his belt, putting it over his shoulder.

PKA- And nobody, not even Deidre can take it away from me. Let's go.

They exit the locker room and bump into interviewer Ralph Lillard.

Lillard- PKA, can I get a few words with you before you head out for your match?

PKA- Fine, hurry it up. What you want?

Lillard- Well, I was just wondering what ever happened to your segment? What was it called again?

PKA- If you're going to interview somebody, get your facts organized first Ralphus. The segment was My Time, you ass.

Ralph- I appoligize, but what ever happened to it? You haven't done it in a few weeks.

PKA- Well it turns out NWO is gonna be a pain in my side, they are complaining that I use too much of their air time for free, and its costing them. So, they want me to either pay for the segment myself, or get a sponsor. So currently, until I figure something out, its cancelled.

Ralph- Oh my that must-

PKA- Yeah, oh I bet it really breaks your heart. Now, get the hell out of my way.

PKA and Ash start to go again but Ralph stops them one last time.

Ralph- Please one more question. Any thoughts on your first title defense against Deidre?

PKA- I am very, very confident, Ralphus, that I'll retain my title. Deidre couldn't beat me to become the Champion two weeks ago, and this time will be no different. I AM, the champion of all nations, and Deidre, is the champion of all losers. Look at her compared to me, she can't touch me, she can't take my title. Especially in a Table match. Shame on you for asking such a stupid question. Its so obvious. Hey, its My Time, and she is NOT going to take MY TITLE.

PKA and Ash walk past Lillard as we fade out from backstage. The arena goes quiet as the camera pans along the entrance way...then My Time hits the PA System as the camera quickly takes shot of the VideoTron as it shows the words 'Grade A' and then flashes and we see the letters 'PKA' flashing. It changes to shots of PKA wrestling at his fast pase. The words continue to flash 'Grade A' -- 'PKA'. PKA and Ash walk out from behind the curtain hand in hand. PKA has a black beanie on his head with 'PKA' inprinted on it, some black sunglasses, white tape on his wrists, and some baggy black jeans with a white and red stripes down the side. PKA and Ash walk down the ramp still hand in hand, and PKA leads Ash as she walks up the steps. PKA hops up on the apron and holds the ropes for her, as she goes into the ring. PKA gets in the ring, and grabs her hand, raising her arm high. They spin around, and then PKA lets her hand go, and climbs the turnbuckle, sticking his arms out in a crusifix form as the crowd boos.

Michael D- What's with this crowd Hank? Don't they know they're booing THE champion of ALL nations?

Hank- I think they're prefectly aware of that fact Mike.

The lights go out and there is a fifteen second tense wait. Suddenly, Chop Suey begins to play. Pyros begin to shoot sparks from the left of the stage, building up from sources all the way around to the right until the sparks surround the stage. As soon as the last pyro on the right is lit, the same thing begins to happen from the ceiling around the ring from right to left. Just as the music begins to speed up and the drums kick in, the sparks reach a blinding crescendo and Deidre jumps through the pyros and runs to the ring.

Hank- And here she comes Mike, I wonder where she's been all week.

Michael D- Probably hiding from THE International Champion himself, Hank. She can't match up to 'Grade A' and she knows it!

Hank- How much exactly is PKA paying you to repeat his catch phrases?

Both competitors face each other from opposite sides of the ring as the referee calls for the bell. The ring attendant does his job, and this match is officially underway. PKA comes flying from his side of the ring and nails a flying dropkick that sends Diedre quickly down to the mat. She makes it back up to her feet, but PKA has beaten her to the punch. They lockup, and the International champ irish-whips her to the ropes. Diedre on the rebound tries for a dropkick of her own, but is denided. PKA easily moves off to the side. He grabs her, dragging her up to her feet by the hair. Another irish whip launches Diedre into the turnbuckle. PKA charges in, landing a nasty elbow to Diedre's head. He backs up, charges in again, but Diedre drops down to the mat, nailing a blatant low blow that sends PKA immediately to his knees.

Michael D- Hey! Come on ref! Do your job! Diedre should be immediately disqualified for that Hank!

Hank- Did you forget Mike that this is a table match?

Michael D- I know it's a table match Hank, but come on! Diedre's cheating Hank!

Hank- If you say so Mike.

Diedre quickly up the turnbuckle waits patiently. Finally PKA pulls himself up to his feet by way of the ropes. He looks up just in time to see Diedre fly off, nailing him with a missle dropkick. Diedre lays a few qucik boots into PKA's gut, and then slides out of the ring. She digs underneath the ring, pulling a table out. She grabs it, and looks up just in time to see PKA baseball slide right into her face. Diedre flies back, her back smacking against the security railing with a loud crash. The crowd ooohs in unison as Diedre slumps to the ground. PKA quickly it out of the ring, dragging Diedre up to her feet. He whips her into the steel steps, kocking them over.

PKA goes to drag Diedre to her feet when suddenly the lights begin to flicker. One by one they go out, throwing the entire arena into pitch black darkness. The lights fade back on. Mr. Black is standing right at the foot of the ramp. PKA turns, seeing him, and gives him a questioning look. Mr. Black opens out his palm, and a fine mist sprays into PKA's face. He drops to the ground in an instant, out cold. Ash sees this and immediately slides a pair of brass knucks out from her top. Diedre, now up to her feet, notices Mr. Black as well. She immediately shoves the ring attendant out of the way, grabbing his chair. She waves it defiatenly as she taunts Mr. Black, all the while Ash sneaks up from behind. She taps Mr. Black on the shoulder. He turns his head, and bam! Ash lands a very solid punch right across Mr. Black's jaw. He staggers back a moment, Diedre moves in, and Bam! The chair cracks down on Mr. Black's head with a sickening thud, crumpling from the force of the impact. The dark figure staggers backwards, then falls to the ground, motionless.

Michael D- Did you see that impact Hank!

Hank- See it? I FELT IT! That certainly wasn't what Mr. Black had in mind when planning this attack MIke, I think he made the mistake of underestimating Diedre, and now he's paying for it.

Ash turns her attention immediately to PKA, trying in earnest to wake him up. Diedre cautiously moves in, still holding onto the battered chair with a death grip. She looks down at the motionless Mr. Black, and slams the chair back down into him. She raises it overhead again, swings, NO! Mr. Black catches the chair just before it hits. How the hell did he do that? Diedre looks at him, stunned. He prys the chair from her hands, and sits up. She lands a big kick, knocking the chair into Mr. Black's face, but he simply ignores the impact, and gets right up to his feet! Diedre backpedals, wating, waiting. Mr. Black stalks in, she grabs the ring bell and swings right for his face. NO! In an instant, Mr. Black's hand rushes up, catching her arm in mid swing, grining her attack to a screeching halt. He twists her arm around, very close to breaking it, and Diedre howls in pain dropping the ring bell. Mr. Black's free hand races out, jabbing Diedre right in the throat, then locking on with a vice grip.

Michael D- My God Hank, what does it take to stop this guy?

Hank- The Hell if I know Mike. Maybe kryptonite?

Ash at last succeeds, as PKA groggily stirs, stigging halfway up. Diedre on the otherhand, is in a bad spot. Mr. Black has slowly raised her up into the air still choking the life out of her--with one hand no less! The crowd is cheering for Ichabod to come out, but there's no sign of him. We cut backstage to show Ichabod's lockeroom door. It's been blocked off with the barbed wire cross from his Gladiator battle with Necron! We can hear him yelling, shouting, cussing as he bangs on the door, trying to get it open.

Hank- Diedre has been set up once again!

Michael D- This is going too far...why isn't the ref doing anything Hank?

As if to answer that question, the referee reaches up, tugging. He succeeds in pulling his hair off, it was a wig! It's the crooked ref! Mr. Black slams Diedre's back against the ringpost, then rolls her into the ring. The referee drags her up to her feet as Mr. Black climbs in. PKA has finally come to his senses outside the ring, and Ash is trying to tell him what just happened. He looks up, seeing Mr. Black in the ring, and puts two and two together. He hops up to his feet, about to charge into the ring, but Ash grabs onto him, shaking her head telling him he's not about to go get himself injured. Mr. Black nods to the referee, who let's go of Diedre. Mr. Black raises one black gloved hand up, slitting his throat. He grabs Diedre's arm, pulls her in for the short-arm clothesline, and nails The Reaper!

Hank- The Reaper! NO! My God, Diedre just got chokeslammed striaght to Hell! Someone stop this maniac!

Michael D- We need some help out here, where's the nWo officials at?

On the nWo-tron, we get a shot of backstage, Spatter is blocking the hallway that leads to the entrance to the rampway. He waves his knife wildly about in the air infront of him, holding a group of nWo officials at bay. Back at ringside, the fans are booing loudly as the Mr. Black drags Diedre back up to her feet once more. The ref in the meantime has slidden out of the ring, grabbed the table, and has now slid back into the ring. He sets it up right next to the turnbuckle, and nods over to Mr. Black, who rolls Diedre onto it.

Michael D- Oh no Hank! What's he going to do now?

Hank- I've got a good idea of what it is he's doing Mike...

Suddenly PKA breaks completely away from Ash, and charges the ring. He whips the referee around, taking him down and out with a lightning quick series of lefts and rights. Mr. Black turns, looking at this intrusion in his work. PKA shoves the referee out of the way and goes right for Mr. Black, connecting with a solid dropkick to the face. The shadowy man staggers back, right into the turnbuckle. He sets him up onto the second rope, wraps his arm around, and nails a P-Krusher from the second rope! Mr. Black's head slams to the mat with a loud thud. PKA raises his hands into the air, celebrating, when behind him, Mr. black begins to twitch. PKA drags Diedre off the table, sets her up, and powerbombs her right through the table! The referee stumbles to his feet, calling for the bell. PKA turns around just in time to watch as Mr. Black sits back up! The claoked firue slowly starts to stand, when the fans start cheering wildly. Ichabod comes racing down the ramp headed for the ring. Out from the crowd, on the opposite side of the arena, is Brian Graves! Both men slide into the ring at about the same time, just as Mr. Black is back up to his feet. He looks at both of them a moment, laughs his deep booming mechanical laugh, and the lights in the arena black out once more. A few moments later, the lights fade back on and neither Mr. Black nor the crooked referee are anywhere to be seen. PKA, in the meantime, along with Ash, has decided to do the smart thing. Both are running up the rampway, not wanting any part of Ichabod and Brian Graves right now. The two men carefully help Diedre up to her feet, escorting her out of the arena and out to a waiting ambulance. The crew qickly gets Diedre up onto a gourney, the doors slam shut, and it speeds off to the hospital.

Hank- I've got a feeling that's the last we'll see of Diedre for a while Mike..she took a hell of alot of punishment from that heartless bastard Mr. Black! Damn him!

Michael D- You can bet there's going to be hell to pay for this, Ichabod's liable to do anything after what just happened to Diedre! Mr. Black had better watch his back from now on Hank.

Hank- Bad news I believe, a match next week is already in place? Deidre vs. Emily Stone? What the hell is the nWo trying to do to Deidre?

Mike D.- I think maybe Necron's little buddies had something to do with that. Will she be able to stand up to Miss Stone, the well trained Private Investigator?

Hank- I guess we'll find out, Mike. But first, its time to find out where the nWo Championship will rest after tonight. Its time for our main event!

Just as PKA and Ash get backstage, Wicked D is waiting and grabs them both, slamming their heads together. He slides them into a larger bodybag with 9-10 marked on it in white. The camera goes back out to the front.

"Fight Music" by D12 hits the sound system in the arena and the crowd burts out in cheers and applause. Pyro is shooting off in all directions as Rammer makes his appearance felt comming out from behind the curtain. On his way down to the ring he high fives a few of the fans. When he gets to the ring he slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and hops up onto the turnbuckle. Rammer showboats for the fans by doing a backflip off the top of one of the turnbuckles. Rammer leans against the corner of the ring waiting for the match to start.

Walk" by Pantera begins to play throughout the arena as the crowd all jump to their feet. Fans chant the lines to the famous song as Dick Gazinya steps out from behind the curtain in full wrestling attire and his nWo Championship to a wall of sparks. He raises his arms as he soaks up the crowd reaction then heads down the rampway. Dick swings some loose punches to loosen up as he looks out into the audience for fans holding his foam "Dick-Heads" and Dick Gazinya signs. He slides into the ring and salutes the crowd from all four turnbuckles before his music begins to cut out.

Finally, Wicked D appears on the ramp in black and white stripes. He looks out into the cheering crowd as he walks to the ring and slides in.

Micheal D.- Wicked D is the guest referee! After all the havoc he's been causing!!

Both men square off in the middle of the ring for a moment as the special guest referee Wicked D calls for the match to start.. Dick, and Rammer both lock it up, and The Dick throws him down, and chants of Dick! blare through the arena. Rammer gets quickly to his feet, and both men lock it up again this time Rammer getting the upperhand with a headlock, but Dick reacts with throwing him to the ropes... Gazinya nails Rammer with a big powerslam to the mat, and reacts also with a pin.. Wicked D remains standing for a moment looking at some woman in the crowd, and finally realizes, and Rammer kicks out of the 1 count.. Dick nails him with a forearm to the jaw, and swings him in the corner, but the fast Rammer runs up the ropes, and nails him with a corkscrew moonsault, and starts nailing him with rights and lefts when Dick is down.

Rammer climbs the top rope quickly, but Dick gets up quickly and press throws him across the ring! Dick goes to the second turnbuckle, and nails a fist drop, and pins him for the two count!

Hank-Intense match up so far Michael D! D... hmm... out of curiousity would that D happen to stand for Dick

Michael D- Hank you know the policy about drinking before shows don't you?! Have you been sipping the yack again!?.

Back in the ring, Dick has regained some composure, and shoves Rammer off of him. Rammer bounces the ropes and flies back to meet a dropkick from Dick! Rammer lands hard on the ringmat as Dick is at him in a flash. He picks Rammer up and slings him for the ropes hard enough to force him over, but Rammer grabs the ropes and swings over and under and back into the ring!

Hank- What an amazing feat of athleticism!

Dick looks pissed and runs over, trying to stomp Rammer in his multicolored head, but Rammer moves aside and leaps to his feet. He nails Dick witha clothesline and then lifts his own foot to stomp away. Dick retaliates with a low blow, and Rammer goes down to his knees. Dick is about to knee him in the face, but Rammer headbutts Dick right where it counts.

Micheal D.- There goes Gazinya's career in the movies.

Dick falls back against the ropes as Rammer climbs up, and hits a knife edged chop to Dick's chest on the rebound. He grabs Dick and does a tilt a whirl slam, then tries for a cover 1-2- no!

Dick catches a second wind finally and is up to his feet in a second. He rushes at the ropes and then back, nailing a diving clothesline on Rammer. Rammer goes down, and Dick picks him right back up, setting him up for a vicious suplex. Rammer looks stunned, and Dick signals for the end. He climbs the ropes as the fans go crazy. They keep yelling "Deva-station Deva-station" As the crowd chants, Wicked D for some reason puts on a blind fold. Dick sets up, but out of the crowd comes Brian Graves! He has a chair in tow and nails Dick off the ropes from behind. Dick goes down hard and hits his head on the mat, busting it wide open. Rammer slides over and tosses an arm across him, but out of the other side of the crowd comes Ichabod! He slides and pulls Rammer up, setting him up for he Bitch Thump! Ichabod takes out an NWWO shirt and shoves it in Rammers face.

Micheal D.- Ichabod looks pissed, Hank. I think he's kicking Rammer out!

Hank- There is still a title to be decided here, Mike.

Suddenly out of the crowd comes Sweet Dirty C!!! He has something in his hand, it looks like a branding iron. He slams it across the back of Ichy's head, knocking him down. BG tries to help, but recieves the same thing right in the face. Cheapy grab's BG's shorts and pulls them down, then lights the branding iron and lights it. He sticks it right on Brian's bare ass as Brian screams in pain.

Micheal D.- It says Sweet! It says Sweet, Hank!!

Hank- I guess he wants Brian to quit calling him "Sweat" Cheapshots, Mike!

Only now does Wicked D take off his blindfold. Rammer is able to get up, then he grabs the fallen Dick, who is covered in blood, and sets him up for the Skyscraper! He executes, then covers, 1.2.3!!

Hank- Rammer is the new World Champion! Rammer, Rammer, Rammer!!!!!!

The camera fades on Cheapshots looking up at the worn out Rammer with a smile as he is handed his World Title, and Malice goes off the air.