Valentine's Day Massacre 2007

[Stang Ivo]

- 00:30

[You change channels over to the iNDemand Pay Per View network, where the screen is filled with the Valentines Day Massacre logo, and music is playing. The logo fades and the heartbeat and chugging engine sound of an industrial music track plays, “We’re In This Together Now” by nine inch nails begins playing, and then you see footage from Monday Night Havocs past, with Emperor Wang squaring off with Paul Hurricane, Eddie Dean crushing Mike Stone with a kick. The shot jump-cuts to show Highlander and Van Coth double chokeslamming H-Bomb and grinning after, as well as Syndrome walking through a darkened hallway. Then the shot fades to black as TCW jumps in several strobing shots of his Dublin Dive down onto various opponents, crushing them with blunt force.

The shot changes to show a makeshift studio in the production trailer of the WCWF’s series of semi tractor trailers. Seated at a long row of television screens at a desk, are Dud Mackenzie and Maya Marcus, both dressed in red and black. The fans in the arena are milling about, going to their seats, and Dud Mackenzie grins into the camera as the show begins.]

Dud Mackenzie – Folks, welcome to the Countdown to Valentines Day Massacre, I am Dud Mackenzie and with me is Maya Marcus. We’re going to take a quick look at the matchups before the Pay Per View begins to get a better understanding of how these matches came about.

Maya Marcus – Our opening bout, Dud, is one that the internet has been buzzing about! With the sudden and unexpected departure of Inquisitor from the NWC, and his subsequent arrival here, the fans are waiting for his official WCWF debut.

Dud Mackenzie – You got that right. Inquisitor is a dominant individual, but his opponent Boulder is no slouch in the ring as well. His promotional video is just one sick fight after another, and his manager Luke Marx seems to be just dead set on training him to fight like a cornered animal at all times.

[The shot changes to show Inquisitor in the last few minutes of his match at Monday Night Havoc. The crowd is going wild as Inquisitor slams Bolan into the mat in The Horror, and then, the shot freezes and returns to the production truck.]

Dud Mackenzie – Let’s hope that Boulder’s training regimen is up to the task of taking on The Horror…because that move is a downright career ender!

- 00:25

[Maya nods and the screens behind them fill with a shot of Johnny Bearskin, raising the U.S. Title up in the air, surrounded by the Red Shadows. Then, on either side is Jason Johnson, and The Edge. Dud Mackenzie points at the screen with an impressed look on his face.]

Dud Mackenzie – The United States Championship, held by Johnny Bearskin, is up for grabs in a three way match with Jason Johnson, the Pitt Viper, and The Edge. Edge has been a World Title holder, and more than that in his history. Now, working for the Organization, he has made it clear that he simply wants to clear the WCWF of any other stables’ influence.

Maya Marcus – The Organization has bristled some of the roster, and more than that, has made a few of them go renegade…namely Red Wolf and the Red Shadows. Red Wolf has been mailing in tapes from around the country, from undisclosed locations, and the Red Shadows have declared open war on the WCWF.

Dud Mackenzie – With the inclusion of a No Disqualification Match tonight, involving Red Wolf, I wonder if he’s even going to show his face in the Delta Center. He must know this is an Organization TRAP!

Maya Marcus – Well, this may be true, but Dud, the US Title match is going to shape who Matty Williams AND Red Wolf will be tracking down in the future.

Dud Mackenzie – All three men should be concerned about Red Wolf’s challenge to the authority in the WCWF, and the fact that he’s threatened to jump the Organization’s dog in this fight, The Edge.

-00:19

[The plasma screen changes to show Matty Williams and Red Wolf standing across from one another, and in the background is Williams’ new valet/bodyguard Big Smack Scott, and the shot is wreathed in flames. Dud nods with a little grin as he continues to speak.]

Dud Mackenzie – Folks, the Williams and Wolf feud is coming to a head tonight, with both men meeting in the opening contest with a No Disqualification rider in the agreement, in this new phase of the WCWF, the “law and order” phase, can a No Disqualification match end in anything but tears?

Maya Marcus – Dud, Red Wolf has declared himself above the rules put forth by the Organization, he has declared war on the WCWF’s upper management. This No Disqualification match is an invitation for the Organization to get involved, I’m sure! Just a way for Red Wolf to say: “COME AND GET ME.” We’ll see if he gets his wish!

[The shot behind them fills with an image of a dank boiler room, and Syndrome is standing across from Tombstone. The mood seems to darken as Maya Marcus visibly looks shaken even talking about this match.]

Maya Marcus – The WCWF’s Shoot Title scene has always gathered around it the sickest, most twisted individuals, as well as the most honorable men the world of pro wrestling has ever seen. Tonight, from the bowels of the Delta Center, up to the ring, will be the second ever Boiler Room Brawl. The first had Sean Cage facing off with Justin Sane in their Best of Se7en series, which has stood as one of the most bloody and violent feuds in the history of our sport!

Dud Mackenzie – Oh mother, lock up the kids! This match between Tombstone has been brewing since New Year’s Evil, since Tombstone won the damned title from Syndrome, and folks, their feud has come to blood more than once. This match, this chance for Syndrome to win the title back is going to show everyone who claims to be a fan of ‘extreme’ wrestling to be careful what you wish for!

-00:16

[The shot shows the four teams involved in the World Tag Title Match, The Horsemen, The Padenko Brothers, Viva Los Vegas, and The Parkhouse Boys, and the legend: TLC is underneath it. The fans are milling into the arena on the other screens, the Delta Center filling up nicely.]

Dud Mackenzie – The World Tag titles are held by the Organization’s version of the Horsemen, a group of men who have never knowingly copped to any kind of rule. But, the Highlander and Coth both have had certain things to say about the World Tag Title. Tonight, the first time either man has ever had to climb a ladder to gain their belts, and I wonder if they’re ready for the challenge?

Maya Marcus – Well, Dud, if you go down to the locker area, you’ll hear the familiar ‘boom, boom, boom’ of Highlander’s pre-game preparations. The WCWF is going to get a wide eyed look at the monsters of the ring, all four teams poised to destroy each other for the gold!

-00:14

[Behind the pair, the Intercontinental Title shows, and then a busy overpass over the highway near the Delta Center, the snow is blowing, and the lighting rigs are swaying in the brutal wind. The live shot of the windy overpass changes to a shot of Morphine hunched over, wrapped in chains, staring up into the camera, and across from him with his arms crossed over his ample chest is Wolfgang Smit, with a massive skull with lightning bolts on his stomach, one of the symbols of office for the Red Shadows.]

Dud Mackenzie – The WCWF has seen a total of three Overpass Matchups. The first, between Death Blade and Kid Holocaust, ended with Holocaust getting hit by a car. The second, between Death Blade and Roadkill, ended with Blade taking the ride…and recently, Eddie Dean’s match against Death Angel was another page in the history of the Overpass Match.

Maya Marcus – Morphine requested this match after getting screwed by the Red Shadows in his Morgue Match against Wolfgang Smit, and this match is going to show that Smit might not have any moves left against Team Ivo. Tonight, several of our matches just ooze with political machinations, and this one is no exception.

-00:10

[The screen fills with a picture of Eddie Dean and Emperor Wang, wearing Hayabusa’s mask and ring gear, with the WCWF Cruiserweight Championship between them. Both men have intensity in their eyes.]

Dud Mackenzie – Folks, the balance of power could shift with any ONE of these matches, but one match has two men without a serious link to any of the three major stables running the WCWF. Eddie Dean pummeled Russell Brown to regain his Cruiserweight Championship, and has gone on a tear with beating several employees of the WCWF, including myself.

Maya Marcus – He has gone off the deep end, with his strange training schedule and that weird training facility out in the desert, he’s come back with an intensity that he hasn’t ever shown. Emperor Wang has called him ‘honorless’ and has decided to remove the World Cruiserweight Title from Eddie Dean’s possession.

Dud Mackenzie – Well, I haven’t heard whether or not Dean has decided to accept the match between me and Wang against him and a partner of his choice, but I bet he’s going to turn tail and RUN!

Maya Marcus – I don’t know if that’s likely to happen, Dud.

-00:05

[The screen behind them shows the World Heavyweight Title, rotating between H-Bomb and The Celtic Warrior. Both men look like they’ve never been in better shape, and H-Bomb’s eyes are serious and grim staring into the camera lens.]

Dud Mackenzie – Our main event. World Heavyweight Champion The Celtic Warrior faces off with challenger H-Bomb. Folks, H-Bomb’s path to the Number One Contendership is truly amazing, the way he faced off with Ric Flair, and beat him with his own move to move ahead is a story that people will remember for a long time.

Maya Marcus – What’s more than that, he’s asked for this match to be just a regular meat and potatoes wrestling match, no gimmicks or tricks, just skill against skill alone. Folks, TCW has agreed to it, but ONLY if H-Bomb calls TCW a LEGEND with his own mouth after he beats him!

Dud Mackenzie – IF he beats him, that is!

Maya Marcus – Dud, I know I’m not alone in thinking that if H-Bomb wins the World Title, things are going to be awful around here for the next couple months. So, I’d rather focus on the better of the two outcomes…if you don’t mind!

[Dud thinks a moment, then shudders, nodding.]

Dud Mackenzie – You’re probably right, Maya…well folks, we’ve got three minutes before the Pay Per View starts, so be sure to order now, because the Valentines Day Massacre is about…to…BEGIN!!

[The shot ends with a blast of flame, and the theme song for VDM, “We’re In This Together Now” by nine inch nails plays loudly over footage of each of the wrestlers involved in tonight’s card. The shot continues for the next three minutes, and then the preview show fades to black.]

ORDER NOW!!
[The opening guitars and keyboards along with the synthesized screams of Trent Reznor’s voice begin playing, modified with a mechanical sounding heartbeat as Reznor’s voice begins singing his lyrics. The scene changes to show Boulder crushing a man beneath his Rock Slide, then jump-cuts to show Inquisitor delivering The Horror on a guy into an asphalt parking lot surface’s tarmac, then a blast of blood spraying out, and showing a running Eddie Dean flying out of the ring, connecting with a suicide dive plancha out onto Kobra, knocking him out! The music hits the chorus, and we see H-Bomb delivering the Fallout to Ric Flair in the middle of the ring, then TCW landing the Dublin Dive from the Tower of Pain II, and then it shows flashes of everyone involved in the card as the music plays, until it ends with a black screen, and shows dripping blood dropping down onto a black surface, lit by a lone naked lightbulb.]

Voice Over – Now…Powerade and Delta Airlines Presents WCWF Valentines Day Massacre…LIVE FROM SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH!!

[“We’re In This Together Now” blasts over the PA, and the shot changes to show the interior of the Delta Center, where the fans are going wild and red and white pyro is blasting up out of the ringposts, and all around the entryway. The pyro blasts in concert down the aisle to the ring, which again explodes in a massive heart shape, and the fans are a chaotic jumbled sound. The cameraman whips around, showing several signs, one of which reads: “Inquisitor says NO TO TEAM IVO!!” and another that says ‘RED SHADOWS RULE! BEWARE THE SHADOWS!’, finally the camera pans over, and shows the announce team’s table, which is positioned in a classic near the ring area. There’s also a second press table, with several men speaking into their microphones, talking while the broadcast begins.

Now we see Devon Solie, wearing a black blazer and white dress shirt with silver tie and WCWF emblazoned over the right breast, and next to him wearing a Team Ivo hockey jersey and a pair of wraparound shades is Shane Ivo. At the far end is Austin Becker, wearing a VDM t-shirt, and nodding to the fans nearby, raising up a fist. The fans around the announce team are hamming it up for the camera, and the three announcers names appear underneath them in blood as Devon Solie begins speaking.]

Devon Solie – Ladies and gentlemen, fans at home, welcome to Valentines Day Massacre, the WCWF’s February Pay Per View, and man, with this capacity crowd screaming behind me, guys, I have to say that tonight’s card is truly one for the record books. I’m Devon Solie, joined here by Shane Ivo and Austin Becker, this one is shaped up to be a CLASSIC!

Shane Ivo – Solie, I’m surprised you made it down to ringside with all the security backstage patrolling feverishly to keep order back there. It’s like Germany in the thirties back there! My father has crossed the line, ordering everyone to keep out of other guy’s matches…let me say, this kind of fascism has been tried before and has failed!

Austin Becker – You know Shane, you and I never agree, and I hate to say I can see your point. But your father has said that he and the fans are growing tired of the same damned thing happening in title matches, and every match in between of men running out and causing trouble. He just wants matches to be won on their own merits!

Shane Ivo – Then he should buy an ownership stake in Ring of Honor! Or, the idea I prefer…hand the reins over to ME, and I’ll show him how to run a railroad! AHHAAH!!

Devon Solie – You know, I think I’d prefer fascism, Shane.

Shane Ivo – Don’t worry, Solie, you’d still have a job if I ran this place…the toilets aren’t going to clean themselves! AHAHAHAH!

Devon Solie – Great. Anyway, the reality of the situation is that we’re going to see the boss’ vision in practice with our first match between Red Wolf and Matty Williams. They’ve asked for, and received the blessing of the front office, for a No Disqualification Match. Hell, Williams is bringing his heater down to the ring, Big Smack Scott, and Red Wolf has yet to comment on it!

Shane Ivo – Well, then let’s stop running our mouths and get on with it!

Austin Becker – Hear, hear! Let’s get it ON!

[The fans behind them scream and cheer as the shot changes to show Holly Johnson standing in the ring, smiling, wearing a black and red evening gown with a rose motif, and her hair hanging in ringlets around her face, and a slit in the front showing off her stomach and the underside of her breasts in a seductive heart-shaped hole.]
[Holly is grinning, and that dress is a bona fide knockout. The crowd is chanting and cheering for Red Wolf as she brings the mic up, and waves out to the front row. The crowd is clapping for her as her announcements begin.]

Holly Johnson – Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a No Disqualification Match scheduled for one fall…Introducing first…from Nome, Alaska…RED WOLF!!

[Wolves howl, and from the loudspeaker, a cut of Red Wolf saying ‘THIS IS THE VOICE OF THE RED WOLF’ can be heard. Then, guitars play as ‘Of Wolf and Man’ by Metallica begins thrashing over the loudspeakers. Red spotlights pierce through the darkened Delta Center, swirling around over the crowd in wide arcs, then it focuses on an upper portion of the upper deck of the Delta Center, where, on the guardrail sits Red Wolf, wearing his leather mask over half of his face, and the black and red facepaint covers his face underneath. The man is wearing a long black leather trenchcoat, hanging down over the railing, showing that Red Wolf is just seated amongst the fans. The crowd in the arena is chanting his name as he looks up, and produces a microphone that looks like it’s been modified somehow, and wrapped with red electrical tape.]

Red Wolf – Holly, before you continue, allow me the indulgence of interrupting you.

[Red Wolf’s voice is low, and he doesn’t seem to be getting rude.]

Red Wolf – Tonight, Matty Williams expected to get his hands on me, to fight with me, to beat me down. Tonight, Stang Ivo expected that I would just walk into this arena, and produce for him a presence he can sell…but like the savages of the wild…you cannot cage this wolf. You cannot cage the spirit of the WOLF! YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT THE WOLF!

[As he says ‘WOLF’ a massive pyro explodes around the ring, blinding the cameras, and standing outside the ring, arms outstretched with smoke curling around him is Red Wolf! The fans roar cheers as he walks up the stairs, and steps through the ropes, climbing into the ring. The crowd is off-balance by the sudden disappearance and re-appearance of Red Wolf, and Holly waves smoke away from her face, and continues.]

Holly Johnson – And his opponent…from Brisbane, Australia…making his way to the ring with his bodyguard Big Smack Scott…MATTY WILLIAMS!!

[“Rockstar” by N.E.R.D. plays, and the pyro blasts all over the ringside area and down the ramp as Matty Williams runs out from the back, and stops on the entry platform jumping up and down, firing off middle fingers at Red Wolf and laughing. He stops and points both hands dramatically at the entryway as the massive Big Smack Scott walks out of the backstage area, dressed in leather pants with a black sleeveless leather jacket. The crowd is booing as he grins and walks ahead of Matty Williams who is laughing and jumping up and down behind Scott.]

Devon Solie – Well it looks like Matty Williams is pleased with himself here, bringing down his bodyguard to keep an eye on things. I fully expect to see this man doing more that just keeping an eye on this match.

Shane Ivo – What are you, stupid? Of COURSE Matty Williams’ man is going to get involved. Red Wolf was stupid enough to agree to a No-DQ match, right?

[The fans are booing as Williams pauses before getting in the ring, looking back and forth, getting pissed off. Scott shakes his head, and whispers something to him, heading to the other side of the ring. Williams climbs the stairs and Red Wolf cracks his neck back and forth, and throws his leather mask out of the ring. Now, he’s got BS Scott behind him, and Matty Williams slowly stalking him in the center of the ring.]

Austin Becker – This doesn’t look good for—GOOD GOD!

[Red Wolf spins on his heel, and leaps from a standing position in the ring, over the top rope, and to the outside with a flying bodypress, crushing Williams’ bodyguard down to the floor, landing roughly on his head and shoulders! Williams’ eyes widen, and he runs to the corner post, leaping up, and cutting a sick moonsault down onto both men outside the ring!]

Devon Solie – HOLY!! –Did you see that?! Williams is just giving everything he’s got in this opening bout!

[Red Wolf’s head is crushed by the upper thighs and ass of Williams crashing down onto him, but BS Scott is underneath and gets knocked silly from the impact! Williams rolls off the pile of humanity, wincing with pain. Red Wolf rolls onto his stomach, covering his head up, holding his neck. Williams shakes his head and gets to his feet. The ref rolls out of the ring, reminding Williams that while he can’t be disqualified, he can only win the match in the ring!]

Shane Ivo – Whoa! This one takes a dumb turn right at the start! What do you expect, though, neither man has the sense God gave a retarded mule.

Devon Solie – Am I to take it by that comment that both of these men have refused to join Team Ivo, Shane?

Shane Ivo – SHUT UP. Idiot.

[Williams is back up, and grabs Red Wolf, smashing his face down into the guardrail surrounding the ring. The fans in the front row are cheering as Williams does it again, and slaps five with a few of the guys with Matty Williams t-shirts on. Wolf is shaking his head and wincing, and as Williams goes to grab him again, fires out with a closed fist right into Matty’s gut! Williams staggers back and Red Wolf runs forward, clotheslining him over the railing and into the side aisle! The crowd separates as Security backs them off, and Red Wolf crosses the barricade and follows Williams.]

Devon Solie – What a clothesline by Red Wolf! He’s following over the railing, and Williams is unconscious by the looks of it.

[Williams is indeed out cold, and Red Wolf grabs him by the back of his head, and brings him to his feet. The fans around them are going wild, screaming and cheering, as Red Wolf pounds the forehead of Matty Williams with a thundering right hand! The shot of Wolf staggers Williams back, and Wolf runs at him for another brutal clothesline, but Williams ducks it and tosses Red Wolf over the guardrail into the ringside area! The crowd cheers as Williams drops to a seated position, holding his neck. Red Wolf is arching his back at ringside, and Big Smack Scott is on his feet looking pissed off. As Red Wolf gets up, Big Smack Scott runs forward and kicks him in the midsection, lifting him two feet into the air!]

Austin Becker – BS Scott is a massive human being, and Red Wolf is knocked up in the air!

[Wolf lands on his gut, and BS Scott reaches down, hoisting up Red Wolf, and putting him over a shoulder, running toward the corner post, and fires him like a dart into the post! Wolf ricochets off the post, and he spins in the air, and bounces off the apron on the way down, looking like he was gored by a bull elephant! The fans are screaming as Wolf reaches up with an open hand, shaking, and trying to get to his feet. Big Smack Scott slowly walks over to Wolf, and yanks Wolf to his feet, and roughly slams him down into the mats outside the ring, and Wolf collides with the mats with a grunt and a wince.]

Devon Solie – What strength on the part of Big Smack Scott here…he’s just manhandling Red Wolf!

[Red Wolf is trying to get back up, and manages to get to his hands and knees, and BS Scott grabs him up again, rolling him into the ring. Williams is back up, and rolling into the ring, yelling something over to Scott, who nods, and shoves a photographer out of his chair! Williams walks over to Red Wolf, and stomps down onto his shoulders and neck as hard as he can, keeping Red Wolf on the mat. Scott tosses a steel chair in the ring, and the ref looks over, not doing anything. Williams grabs up the chair, and slams it down across the shoulders of Red Wolf!]

Devon Solie – A shot from that chair, and Wolf looks like he’s out cold!

[Williams raises the chair again, but Red Wolf rolls out of the way! The chair bounces off the mat, and Wolf staggers to his feet! Williams runs forward with the chair, but Wolf leaps forward, spearing Williams’ feet out from underneath him, sending the steel chair flying away! The crowd leaps to their feet! Wolf shouts in anger, and hops back up to his feet, pointing down at Williams, and shouting obscenities into his face. Williams looks like he’s got the wind out of him, and Wolf grabs him up, and roughly yanks him back down to the mat in a vicious spinning backbreaker, that compresses Williams’ spine, and the guy shouts with pain!]

Devon Solie – I’d be a liar if I said that I expected to see any wrestling whatever in this match, but that backbreaker looks like it was a hell of a shot on the young man from the Gold Coast’s spine!

Shane Ivo – Wolf is definitely a strong man, but not the smartest guy ever…he’s forgetting about…HAHAHA!

[Shane’s laughing because Big Smack Scott is back in the ring, and scoops up the steel chair! Red Wolf sidesteps as the big man brings the chair down, and boots the massive BS Scott in the balls! Scott drops down to a knee, and Red Wolf steps around him, hooks his neck, and reverse DDTs the big man from his kneeling position backwards, stretching his upper thighs and slamming his neck back down into the mat! The fans leap to their feet, and Big Smack Scott rolls out of the ring, shouting and holding his neck! Red Wolf’s eyes drop to look at the steel chair and the fans pop huge!]

Devon Solie – WOW! Red Wolf has eliminated Williams’ bodyguard, and he’s looking for that damned chair!

[Wolf grabs the steel chair, and slams it down onto the chest of Matty Williams, who covers up and rolls onto his side, his eyes wide with pain, then slamming shut as Red Wolf guillotines him in the ribs with the chair in a dropping motion that crushes him into the mat! Red Wolf raises the chair again, and slams it down into the spine of Williams, sticking him to the mat like a bug! Williams shouts with pain, and Wolf tosses the chair out of the ring, and grabs Williams by the hair!]

Shane Ivo – Wow! Red Wolf just pummeled Williams! HAHAHA! Yeah! Beat him down!

[Red Wolf hooks Williams by the neck, and swings him over his shoulder, then drops him down as hard as he can in the Red Terror! The fans leap to their feet as Williams gets stuck with the move, and falls into unconsciousness! The crowd is cheering as Wolf grabs Williams up again! They begin chanting ‘RED TERROR!’ at the top of their lungs as Wolf drapes Williams over his shoulder again, and then slams him down a second time in the Red Terror!]

Devon Solie – OH MY GOD! That was sick! Two Red Terrors! Williams is out cold!

[The ref comes over for the count, and is dragged out of the ring by Big Smack Scott! The fans are booing as Scott pummels the ref with several shots, and then scoops him up and piledrives him down into the mats outside the ring! The fans are chanting “YOU SUCK!” at the top of their lungs, and Red Wolf is getting up, looking confused, then pissed. He runs to the ropes, but gets a chairshot to the top of his head, dropping him to the canvas!]

Devon Solie – That rat BS Scott knocks Red Wolf out with a chairshot and he—OH COME ON!!
[Big Smack Scott rolls into the ring, and grins, getting back to his feet. Scott grabs up Red Wolf, and puts him into an STO, like the beginning of the Rock Bottom. He brings Red Wolf up, but instead of slamming him into the mat, he brings Wolf’s lower back down across his knee! The fans groan in sympathetic pain as Wolf’s eyes flutter closed, and Scott gets back up to his feet, brushing off his hands. Williams is still out, and he drags him by a wrist over the unconscious form of Red Wolf!]

Shane Ivo – Woah! That was a hell of a move! Wonder what he calls that one?

[Wolf is unconscious, and another ref runs down to the ring, and slides under the bottom rope. He slams his palm into the mat…ONCE!!








TWICE!!











THREE! Williams wins it! Wolf is still unconscious, as is Williams as “Rockstar” by N.E.R.D. begins playing over the PA system. The fans are screaming, half-cheering half-booing Williams, whose hand is being raised, but he’s still unconscious. The fans are on their feet as Wolf’s foot kicks on the mat, and his eyes open, though narrowed. Williams is pulled by the ankle out of the ring, and BS Scott is helping him backstage!]

Holly Johnson – Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…MATTY WILLIAMS!

[The music continues playing as Williams and BS Scott head out of the arena. The shot changes to show Dud Mackenzie standing backstage with none other than Warden McKay. Mackenzie is dressed in his black WCWF polo shirt and slacks, and Warden McKay is wearing a black suit with a narrow red tie and black shirt, and carrying a police baton. He’s grinning with malice into the lens of the camera.]

WINNER: Matty Williams

HOLD: Big Smack Shot to Pin

[Warden McKay grins maliciously as Dud Mackenzie smiles politely into the camera as well. They’re standing in front of a chain link fence with a WCWF logo on a tapestry behind it. The fans in the arena begin booing the second this pair appear on the WorldTron above the entryway. The crowd is chanting ‘YOU SUCK’ at the top of their lungs. McKay pretends as though he can’t hear the roaring of the crowd as Dud begins speaking.]

Dud Mackenzie – Fans, I’m here with Warden McKay, who has two major matches coming up…one for his Parkhouse Boys, the Tartan Destroyer and the Glasgow Brute…the other for Tombstone against one of the sickest minds in the WCWF, Syndrome…McKay…any concerns for your men here tonight?

[Warden looks a little pissed as he grabs the microphone away from Dud Mackenzie, and shoves him out of the shot. Mackenzie looks shocked and staggers back.]

Warden McKay – Mackenzie ya wee twat! Tonight is the greatest moments of these *bleep*mooks lives! Their greasy little lives have been spent in agony waiting for the day good old Warden would come back with his dominating crew, and show them what REAL wrestling look—

[The lights go out. The fans in the arena cheer wildly as there’s sounds of a scuffle, then a wet smacking sound over the PA system, then shadows scuffling around, and when the lights come up, a bloody and battered Warden McKay is seen tied up by the neck, strapped to the chainlink fence with a piece of rusted metal buried into a gash on his shoulder. If he were still conscious, he’d be screaming, no doubt…there’s no doubt, however who did this to the man, and the medics are frantically trying to get him down!]

Devon Solie – Good Lord! Someone get back there! What the hell happ—

Shane Ivo – Come on, Solie! You KNOW what happened back there! Syndrome, my dad’s MAD DOG attacked and nearly KILLED Warden McKay! Who else could be going around free in that gulag?!

Devon Solie – You may well be right, Shane! I can’t believe the depths to which Syndrome would sink!

[The shot changes to show Holly Johnson standing in the ring, smiling and holding the microphone. She brings it up, and the fans are shouting and cheering as the lights in the arena dim, going low, and nearly out.]

Holly Johnson – The following contest is scheduled for one fall…

[THROW UP YA RAWKFIST IF YA FEELIN’ IT WHEN I DROP THIS!

All lights in the arena go out except blue and red flashing lights above the ring. The entrance way has a red and blue streak running through it. Rawkfist - Thousand Foot Krutch hits the arena as The Inquisitor comes out and looks around at the crowd.]

Holly Johnson – Introducing first, fighting out of Death Vally, Arizona…THE INQUISITOR!!

[He throws his fist up in the air and throws it forward a few times as the crowd does the same. Pyro (ala Kurt Angle, but in red and blue only) shoots up from the sides of the entranceway. He runs to the ring and slides in. He steps up on a turnbuckle and throws his fist in the air as the crowd does so with him. He begins to throw his fist forward as the crowd does it in unison with him. He jumps down and steps on the opposite turnbuckle and does the same as the lights cut back on and his music fades.]

Holly Johnson – And introducing his opponent…from Boulder, Colorado, joined by his manager Luke Marx….BOULDER!

[The lights go out and “Rolling” by Limp Bizkit starts on the pa system after a few seconds a video of Boulder doing various moves to various wrestlers starts to play a solitary yellow light shines down on the curtain and Boulder emerges from behind the curtain at this point the video package is Showing Boulder doing his finisher to various wrestlers Boulder begins to walk to the ring seemingly not paying attention to the booing crowd looking very focused. He gets to the apron and slides under the rope the announcer than announces him. Boulder turns to the curtain and is ready to go. His Manager Luke Marx is already at the ring waiting for him. Boulder is standing in the ring with Inquisitor, and the fans are cheering wildly.]

Devon Solie – Boulder and Inquisitor are nearly an even match in size and strength, but I think the advantage is going to come when skill is pitted against skill…

Austin Becker – Unlike many big men, myself included, who simply rely on brute force to win matches, Inquisitor went OUT OF HIS WAY to learn the technical end of the business…I have a lot of respect for a guy who’ll do that to win…

[The fans are roaring as both men circle one another. Then with a blast of motion, Boulder and Inquisitor lock up, and Boulder shoves him back as hard as he can. Inquisitor keeps locked with him, falling back, and then connecting with an amazing dragon arm drag down to the mat! He cinches into it, and then floats over into a crossface chickenwing, and Boulder is screaming and cheering from the audience is drowing out the yells from the huge man. The ref comes over, but Boulder manages to kick one of his huge feet out and hit the bottom rope. The ref slaps Inquisitor on the shoulder, and he lets go of the hold, and gets to his feet.]

Devon Solie – Wow! Inquisitor with a clean break, and the crowd is eating it up!

[Inquisitor and Boulder are rounding each other again, and Boulder is rubbing his shoulder, trying to get pain out of it. Boulder throws a vicious punch, rocking the jaw of Inquisitor. Inquisitor takes two more of the punches, then ducks a third, following back up with a muy thai knee to the midsection of Boulder, whose air goes out in a gush, and he staggers back, Inquisition following up with several forearm shots to the head, and then hooks the neck of Boulder, snapping him down to the mat with a modified STO cutter move called the Kaki Cutter, and Boulder’s on his back! The fans leap to their feet, and Inquisitor covers him up.]

Devon Solie – WOW! That move is called the Kaki Cutter, and it’s just waylaid Boulder!

Shane Ivo – Luke Marx is going out of his mind! HAHAHAHA!!

[The crowd is cheering as Inquisitor covers Boulder with a forearm across his face and another arm hooking his massive leg. The ref goes over for the count, but Luke Marx grabs the ankle of Boulder and puts it on the bottom rope! The crowd is booing as the ref stops the count, and Inquisitor looks up into the eyes of the referee, then over at Luke Marx. The crowd is cheering as Inquisitor gets up, and leaves the ring in a fast maneuver, running at Marx, and spearing the hell out of him! The crowd cheers as Marx is literally knocked out of one of his loafers! Luke is holding his ribcage, and the fans are chanting ‘INQUISITOR!’]

Devon Solie – What an impact! That was just sick! I don’t believe what I just saw!

Austin Becker – That’s what happens when a non-wrestler comes down to ringside and decides to mix it up with one of our guys! See?! I think that he’ll think twice before interfering again!

[The fans are seconding that emotion as Inquisitor points down at Marx and jaws at him, but doesn’t notice until too late the massive Boulder getting to the top of the post, and leaping off in a flying moonsault, and crushing Inquisitor to the mats outside the ring!]

Devon Solie – HOLY---DID YOU SEE THAT?!

[The fans don’t even believe they’ve seen that and begin chanting ‘HOLY *bleep*’ at the top of their lungs as Boulder slowly gets back up. Inquisitor is wincing and trying to get to his feet, but Boulder is up first and bashing down on his face and neck, raining down ugly stiff forearms and punches! Inquisitor is struggling to get back up, and Boulder grabs him by the neck and head, and throws him headfirst into the guardrail! Inquisitor drops to the mats, and the fans faces nearby look really concerned. They go a little quiet as Inquisitor’s hands grasp at nothing, and he barely tries to cover up.]

Devon Solie – Wow…I…I think Inquisitor is really hurt here, guys. I don’t think Boulder landed that last one righ—

[Solie’s mic turns off as he and Austin Becker leave the announce position and go over to Inquisitor along with several medical technicians! The fans are standing now, but the eerie thing is that none of them are really making much noise. Inquisitor’s eyes open slightly, but he can’t move very much as he talks with a tech.]

Shane Ivo – I don’t know what to tell you, fans…it looks like…uh…

[The shot changes to show the ringside area, but not near Inquisitor, and that is even more eerie. The shot stays on the outside of the ring, but doesn’t float over to look at Inquisitor laying on the mats outside the ring. Boulder is up and shouting down at Inquisitor, and some of the fans aren’t booing, just shouting stuff at him, cursing at him as he shoves techs away, trying to get at Inquisitor. Solie yells at him, shoving him back, and the referee is also shouting in Boulder’s face, pointing to the timekeeper. The camera comes back, and Inquisitor is on a backboard, getting strapped down. Boulder shakes his head, looking angry, and Luke Marx is also trying to hold him back.]

Shane Ivo – Well, it looks like my broadcast partners are coming back…

[There’s a sound of gear shuffling, then Devon Solie and Austin Becker’s voices are a little grim and serious as they come back.]

Devon Solie – Well, folks, I don’t ever like talking to you like this, but we never shrink away from facts as they’re presented…it looks like Boulder landed that moonsault in such a way as to impair Inquisitor’s ability to continue…he..well…he’s--ah...

Austin Becker – He’s paralyzed..but we’ve been told by the medical techs that this is a temporary paralysis from a compressed spinal cord, though we’re trying to get a handle on what’s going on…they’re wheeling him back now.

[The fans are cheering as Inquisitor raises one of his fists in his ‘Rawkfist’ salute, but the pain on his face shows. The crowd is clapping and cheering for him, but Boulder looks pissed off. The fans are yelling at Boulder, who’s barely being kept away from the backboard as it gets wheeled up the ramp. The fans are clapping and chanting “THANK YOU INQUISITOR” and then hockey-clapping. Boulder is looking pissed as Holly Johnson comes down to the ring.]

Holly Johnson – Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner as a result of a technical knock out….BOULDER!

[“Rollin’” by Limp Bizkit begins playing and Boulder is yelling at Luke, who’s desperately trying to keep him from leaving ringside.]

Devon Solie – I don’t know what the hell Boulder’s problem is! Why isn’t he just shutting his damned mouth and getting back in that ring?!

[The medics get Inquisitor to the top of the ramp, and Boulder blasts through the techs with a pair of linebacker forearms, bowling them over, and rages up the ramp! The fans scream and boo as Boulder starts laying out medical technicians, and grabs Inquisitor’s gurney, yelling curses in his face. Inquisitor’s eyes are rolling in their sockets from pain, and he’s doing everything he can to get up, but Boulder runs the gurney toward the edge of the entrance platform!]

Devon Solie – WHAT THE *bleep* IS HE DOING!?

Austin Becker – THAT MOTHER*bleep*ER!

[The fans are screaming bloody murder as the gurney sails off the top of the entry platform, turns 90 degrees in midair, and lands on the concrete, crushing Inquisitor underneath, strapped to a backboard! The crowd is booing and screaming, like people who just witnessed a crime, and Boulder grins sadistically and raises his fists in the air. Suddenly, his music cuts and several cops along with Van Coth and Tenzing run out, and start beating Boulder down! The fans are a little confused until Stang Ivo comes out, yelling at both men, telling them what needs to be said, and Tenzing and Coth leave. The cops shock prod Boulder, dropping him!]

Devon Solie – Cut the damned broadcast! Cut the damned broad—

[The shot ends. That’s all....for now.]

WINNER: Boulder

HOLD: Not Applicable
[You wonder for a moment if the broadcast is going to continue, then the crowd can be heard, and the camera shows a shaken and angry Devon Solie, Shane Ivo, and Austin Becker staring into the camera. The fans behind them are milling about, and they are sounding a little upset, concerned for the well being of Inquisitor…Devon clears his throat, and then begins speaking.]

Devon Solie – Folks, we’ve regained control of the broadcast here…Valentines Day Massacre is back on the air…The situation with Inquisitor, which was just moments ago verified as being a desperate event…is that the Superstar’s situation is not clear at the moment. The fans here are in shock at what they witnessed the so-called wrestler calling himself Boulder has done…I’m personally sickened by what’s happened here, and I hope that once Inquisitor is back on his feet…I sincerely hope he gives this asshole what he has coming.

Shane Ivo – This is one of those moments I’d hoped I’d never have to report on, because I just don’t know how to deal with permanent, dire injury happening during my broadcast. But the show, as they say, must go on…I understand it that the authorities have Boulder in custody, and on his way to a damned cell for a good damned long time.

Austin Becker – You know, guys like Boulder, they thrive on the competition, sure, and Inquisition did a verbal number on the guy…but NO ONE deserves to have advantage like that taken of them…NO ONE.

Devon Solie – As Shane puts it, the show must go on…Up next, we have a Three-Way Dance…And the participants have been told that nothing like what happened in the last match will be tolerated…

[The shot changes to show Holly Johnson standing in the ring, and the fans are shouting and beginning to clap as the lights in the arena dim down.]

Holly Johnson – Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Three Way Dance for the WCWF United States Championship scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the WCWF United Stats Champion…a member of the Red Shadows…Lieutenant Johnny Bearskin!!

[The fans boo as the lights turn red and the “1812 Overture” begins playing over the PA system. The fans boo as Johnny Bearskin walks out from the backstage area dressed in black uniform pants with a broad red stripe down the leg. He’s got over his shoulder, the US Title. The crowd is sort of surprised to see him, and he’s got wraparound shades, like Bret Hart’s old shades, and the fans begin chanting “YOU SUCK!” at the top of their lungs. The crowd hates him for selling out and he doesn’t seem to give a damn. He walks down to the ring, and walks up the staircase, and steps through the ropes, raising his belt in the air as he walks to the center of the ring.]

Devon Solie – Well, the fans are letting Bearskin know just what they think of him, here.

Holly Johnson – And introducing his first opponent…making his way down to the ringside area…from Washington D.C.…The Pitt Viper…Jason Johnson!!

[The fans are screaming as “Unforgiven” by Disturbed begins playing over the PA system, and sirens begin wailing over the loudspeakers. From the backstage area walks Jason Johnson, raising his fists up in the air, and shouting to the fans. He’s wearing his ceramic shoulder pad and an evil grin, walking to the edge of the entryway. The WorldTron shows last week’s unholy beating he gave Berrock, as well as the end to that match, and Johnson laughs along with the staccato pyrotechnics that blast up all around him. He walks toward the ring, unfastening his shoulder pad, and runs up the stairs and into the ring, climbing halfway up the posts raising a fist in the air. Some of the fans cheer for him as he drops down into the ring pointing at Bearskin, who raises the belt into the air, and jaws at him.]

Holly Johnson – And their opponent…from Houston, Texas…A member of the Organization…He is THE EDGE!!

[The crowd half-cheers for Edge as the “Hallelujah Chorus” begins playing and sparks shower around the ring entrance. The fans are clapping more as he enters from the curtain and nodding to the roaring crowd. He’s wearing an underarmor shirt, and his black, white, and green trunks, with DOMINATION across the legs, and THE EDGE written diagonally across his midsection. The fans are chanting for him as he walks down to the ring, pyro blasting up in flaming columns, and the WorldTron is showing his matches with TCW, and others in the WCWF, and the crowd is just going berserk as he heads into the ring.]

Devon Solie – This crowd is deafening!

[Johnson and Edge are looking at one another as Bearskin paces back and forth in the center of the ring. The crowd is rising in volume as Edge strips off the underarmor shirt, and throws it out to the ravening fans. The bell rings and both Jason Johnson and The Edge run at Bearskin, who runs forward and blasts both men with a running double clothesline that would impress the Ultimate Warrior! The fans pop a little as Edge drops to the mat, and Johnson is knocked halfway out of the ring! Bearskin reaches down for Edge, who grabs his wrist, and hammers at his elbow with several phoenix-eye punches. Bearskin’s eyes go wide with shock and fear and he backs off.]

Devon Solie – What vicious blows by The Edge! He has just shown that his will to gain that title is absolute! He’ll stop at nothing to get it!

[Johnson is back up and grabs Bearskin by his wounded arm, and whips him into the far ropes, and when he gets back grabs him in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Bearskin bounces off and Edge is back on his feet, in a low crouch. Johnson spares him only the slightest glance before dropping down onto Bearskin’s chest and pummeling him further. Edge runs over and gives a little jump before kicking Johnson in the jaw, knocking him away from Bearskin! The crowd is cheering as Edge lands, seemingly with foresight and precision with a knee down into Bearskin’s injured arm.]

Shane Ivo – Man! The Edge is giving this injun a Wounded Arm! I thought it was Wounded Knee! AHAHAHA!

Devon Solie – What a crappy joke…damn…

[The fans are booing as Edge immediately bars Bearskin’s arm and wrenches it back from the wrist, holding him down with a grapevine around his neck, yelling to the ref to come over! Johnson is rubbing his jaw, and his eyes narrow in anger as he gets back to his feet. Bearskin is howling in pain, but refusing to give up as the ref asks for the submission. Johnson stomps down on Edge’s face, and Edge lets go of the hold! The crowd boos and Johnson stomps again. Edge rolls onto his stomach, and the fans are booing as Jason Johnson grabs up The Edge, and hooks his neck, whipping him down to the mat in a neckbreaker!]

Devon Solie – Good Lord what impact!

[Edge grabs his head, and covers up as Johnson snaps back to his feet and grabs Johnny Bearskin from the mat, and yanks his arm damn near out of the socket with a whipcrack armdrag, bringing him down to the mat on his face! The fans half-cheer, half-boo! The crowd is going wild as Bearskin shouts in pain, clutching at his elbow and shoulder. Johnson stamps down on the elbow of Bearskin a few times as Edge gets back to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs and rubbing his neck. Johnson grabs the arm of Bearskin, stepping with his ankle in the crook of Bearskin’s arm, then dropping down in an Indian Death Lock position with his arm!]

Austin Becker – OUCH! That looked like it hurt like a bitch!

Devon Solie – No doubt! Man, I don’t know if I like Bearskin’s chances here!

[Bearskin shouts with pain, and rolls onto his stomach, tucking his arm underneath, and Johnson is about to grab him again. The Edge runs up, and clips Johnson’s knee out from under him! Jason shouts in pain and drops to his back. The Edge stomps on the left side of Johnson’s leg, crushing it under boot with stiff as hell stomps, and then drops to the mat on his shoulders, rolling out of the ring. The crowd is cheering and the ref is shouting at The Edge to get back into the ring. Edge grabs Johnson by the heel, and drags him over to the ringpost. The fans are cheering as he yanks Johnson’s heel back, and slams Johnson’s leg around the post! Johnson shouts in pain, and Edge then crotches Jason around the post!]

Devon Solie – WOW! That’s gotta hurt! Damn, nobody’s going to be walking straight after that one!

[Bearskin is on his knees, and he’s got his arm tucked under, still tender from the stomping that was given. The crowd is cheering as Edge rolls back into the ring, a slight grin on his face. Johnson is clutching his balls and rolling onto his stomach. The fans are cheering as Bearskin rises to his feet, and Edge meets him with a stiff kick to his hurt arm. The fans cheer as Edge nails him again with another shot. The crowd cheers again as Edge hooks his arm, and drags him to the mat again in a half-chickenwing!]

Devon Solie – GOOD GOD! Look at the pain on Bearskin’s face! This is just torture to watch!

[Bearskin is struggling wildly to get to the ropes, and just as he’s about to give up, Johnson leaps over and lands on both men with a flying elbow drop! Edge lets go, and Bearskin’s arm is twisted even more, and he tucks it back under. Johnson is limping and grabs Edge by the head, bringing him up to his feet, and running him to the ropes, launching him over the top with pure power! The fans boo as Edge topples out of the ring, bouncing off the apron as he falls to the mats outside! Johnson turns to Bearskin and running punt-kicks Bearskin’s wounded arm as hard as he can! The fans shout boos as Johnson drops to a knee in pain.]

Devon Solie – All three men are in dire straits here! I can’t imagine how this one’s going to end! Possibly with one or all of these guys with permanent injuries!

[Johnson grabs up Bearskin, pounding him occasionally with rights to Bearskin’s head, which he can’t protect because of his arm’s damage. The fans are shouting as Johnson hoists Bearskin up over his shoulder, and brings him down hard in one of his Tri-Breakers, the ugly as hell Viper-Shoulderbreaker, crushing Bearskin’s neck and shoulder down onto his knee! Bearskin’s eyes flutter and close, and Johnson shouts with shock and pain as he drops the massive Native American to the mat, clutching at his knee.]

Austin Becker – Johnson can’t follow up after that one! Edge’s move hurt him too bad!

[Edge is rolling back into the ring, shaking his head, and getting back to his feet. He grabs up Jason Johnson, and hauls him into the corner, firing at his midsection with punches and forearm shots. Johnson’s face goes tight with pain as the air is driven from him, and Edge backs off, and slams into Jason’s face with a huge discus punch! Johnson’s legs kick up and he drops to his ass in the corner! Edge shakes out his hand, looking like he might have hurt himself with that shot. Suddenly Johnny Bearskin runs forward, leaps up, and bashes into Edge’s spine with a jumping dropkick! Edge’s knees collide with Jason’s face, and he staggers back with a pained look.]

Devon Solie – WOW! Bearskin with a dropkick!

[Johnson is out cold, and Edge is clutching one of his legs. Bearskin reaches down and brings Edge to his feet, but finds he can’t hold up Edge with his arm, and Edge hooks his arm again, and leaps up in a crossface armbar, and Bearskin howls in pain! The fans are cheering as Edge pulls back and shouts with effort, grapevining a leg around Bearskin’s neck! Bearskin is howling with anguish, and the ref comes over and asks for the submission! The fans are cheering even as Jason Johnson gets to his feet. Bearskin’s eyes are closed, and as Jason tries to come forward, his knees buckle underneath him!]

Devon Solie – It looks like…IT IS!!

[Bearskin finally relents and taps his shoulder, tapping out of the armbar, and Edge almost immediately breaks the hold and rolls away, holding his head. The fans are cheering as ‘Hallelujah Chorus’ begins playing over the PA system, and Edge raises his fists in the air. The ref raises Edge’s wrist and motions for the bell, which rings. Jason Johnson is on his knees, looking frustrated and pissed at the mat. The fans are cheering as Edge rolls out of the ring, and grabs the United States Title, raising it into the air. The crowd is chanting for him as he leaves the arena.]

Devon Solie – The Edge has come out of this match as the new United States Champion, making Bearskin submit to that modified armbar. That was just amazing! Folks, I know we haven’t seen the last of Bearskin OR Jason Johnson here. This match was definitely a change of pace for The Edge. He broke clean, and finished off with a considerably changed submission finisher.

Shane Ivo – I want that ref investigated! It’s clear he’s a fast counting son of a bitch on my father’s payroll!

Austin Becker – Look, Shane, you father’s a lot of things, but this match was ALL Edge out there! He had a plan and stuck with it! I have to hand it to him!

Holly Johnson – Here is your winner, and NEW United States Champion…The Edge!!

[The crowd continues chanting as the shot changes from the arena to a backstage shot.]

WINNER: The Edge
HOLD: Cross Armbar

[Stang Ivo]

[In the backstage area we can see H-Bomb standing in front of a row of lockers, taping up his fists, and looking down, seated on a regular bench in a regular locker room area. The fans in the arena begin cheering as he appears on the WorldTron in the Delta Center. The crowd chants H-Bomb’s name as he packs a fist into the palm of his hand, testing out the tape. Then he turns and stares into the camera for a moment, collecting his thoughts, and his hair hangs down in a feral looking mane in front of his face. When he speaks, it’s low and measured, a scary tone for anyone who’s ever watched a WCWF broadcast before.]

H-Bomb – The time has come, Warrior. The time when you and I find out whether or not we’re man enough to take what we want from another man. When you and I first interacted with one another, it was across two gatherings of men, and in fact, I came out of that contest the loser….right? But, as you’re about to find out, Warrior, not all defeats come without a lesson learned. I took the best beating the roster of the WCWF had to offer. The Red Shadows…the Organization…hell, you and Shane’s butt-buddies all had a go, and ended up only knocking me down for a three count. Because, Warrior…I’m still kicking.

[H-Bomb rises up, and now, you can see his granite-hard musculature has easily gained ten pounds in the last month or so. He stares into the camera with intensity, and a serious look on his face that is equal measures intense and anticipatory.]

H-Bomb – I’m relishing in the thought of getting to do you harm, Warrior. I can’t wait to get my hands on you, and begin beating you down…one on one. I can’t wait to begin firing punches into your head, into your sternum, into your mouth, and end the nigh-endless stream of trash-talking. And I can’t wait to take you to your limit…to the very edge of what you’ve got…and PUSH…YOU…OVER.

[H-Bomb slams a taped fist into his palm, which connects with a loud crack. The shot changes to show the ring, where Holly Johnson is standing and smiling, and hundreds of fans are waving small Japanese flags, and cheering for the Japanese Superstar, Emperor Wang. The crowd is fired up, and they look to be ready for this next contest. Holly nods and brings up the mic, the crowd roaring with approval.]

Holly Johnson – Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the WCWF World Cruiserweight Title…Introducing first, the challenger…from Tokyo, Japan…he is EMPEROR WANG!

[Sparks blast out of the entryway doorway, and it creates a fountain of sparkling pyro as Emperor Wang heads out of the backstage area, dressed in black silk sequined robes, and taped fists. He’s also wearing the Hayabusa traditional mask in a black and gold motif, as well as black and gold silk pants with black tight leather boots. He walks down the ramp as koto music plays over the PA system, and he nods to the crowd waving Japanese flags and cheering for him.]

Devon Solie – These fans have been anxiously awaiting this match, guys. The Mantle of Hayabusa versus the World Cruiserweight Champion, Eddie Dean. One is a master of submission holds, and the other is a brutal fighter bent on…well, we don’t know what the hell has possessed him lately.

Shane Ivo – Eddie Dean is a junkie, pure and simple. Only now, it’s violence he’s addicted to, not heroin. And I for one applaud his no-nonsense treatment of that skunk, Dud Mackenzie. Hell, I oughta slap that putz around myself!

Austin Becker – Yeah, I bet you know a LOT about slapping putzes, Shane.

Shane Ivo – Damn right I do—hey, wait a minute!

[The announcers laugh as Holly continues announcing the match.]

Holly Johnson – And his opponent, from Columbus, Ohio….he is the WCWF World Cruiserweight Champion…EDDIE DEAN!

[“As We Speak” by Soilwork begins playing, and the lights dim in the Delta Center. Hayabusa in the ring has tossed the silk robes over the top rope and is walking back and forth. The crowd is half-cheering, and some of the fans are waving a banner in the upper decks of a maroon-brick tower with a rose entwined around it, and chanting for Dean. The fans are clapping and cheering as Eddie walks out from the backstage area, dressed in black and maroon tights with charcoal gray boots, and black wrist tape and elbow pads. He’s also wearing his hair back in a ponytail and is clean shaven. He looks clear eyed, and more focused than he has in a long time. The music continues, and on the WorldTron, it shows a long view of a field of roses, with Eddie Dean standing among them with his arms crossed over his chest, fists near his face, and the sky overhead grows dark. Lightning flashes once, and a skull and crossbones appear over where his arms are crossed and his head is, then cuts to a montage of Dean’s matches. Dean walks down the aisle, and the fans are going nuts. He’s got the World Title around his waist, and takes it off before getting into the ring.]

Shane Ivo – Well, give a dog a bath, and guess what? It’s still a dog. This guy sucks.

Devon Solie – I haven’t ever seen Eddie Dean look this intense, guys.

[Dean gets into the ring, and the fans are roaring as the lights come up. The fans are screaming as Hayabusa stalks back and forth, and Dean tightens up his wrist tape. Dean hops forward, and he and Wang lock up in a collar and elbow. The fans are screaming as Eddie Dean goes for an armbar, but Wang cartwheels away. Dean looks a little shocked, and his kicked in the chest, driving him back into the ropes. The fans cheer as Dean rubs his chest looking pained. Wang brings up his hand, and makes the ‘bring it on’ gesture! The fans leap to their feet, and Dean looks pissed and runs at Wang, and throws out a crescent kick that strikes Emperor Wang in the chest, staggering him! Dean then, in a fluid motion, sweeps the back leg of Wang, dropping Emperor down to the mat!]

Devon Solie – Emperor Wang is down!

[Eddie Dean kips up to his feet, and in a swift motion leaps from a neutral stance to a front flip, crushing Wang down with a senton splash, and then in a leaning back move, grabs his legs in a cradle! The ref slides over for the pinfall! The fans scream and cheer, and the ref begins the count!]

Austin Becker – Eddie Dean going for a pin early, this could com back to haunt him.

[The crowd is half-cheering as Wang kicks out of the pin at an early two. Dean gets to his feet, and Wang does as well, throwing out a few stiff kicks into the champion’s ribcage. Wang runs forward, and jumping knee strikes Dean in the shoulder, knocking him out of the ring. The fans leap to their feet as Dean bounces off the apron and lands on his back outside the ring. Wang runs over to the corner, and jumps up onto the post, waiting for Dean to get to his feet.]

Shane Ivo – Wang is waiting for his shot up there, but this can’t possibly go right for him! HAHAHA!

[The fans are screaming as Dean uses the guardrail to get up, and Wang leaps off in a flying crescent kick, connecting with Eddie Dean’s jaw, flipping him over the guardrail into the front row! The fans scatter as Dean lands on the concrete. Emperor Wang gets to his feet, and reaches over, hip tossing the champ over the guardrail and to the mats outside the ring. The crowd chants for Wang as he stomps down on Eddie’s right shoulder a few times then jumps into the air for a kneedrop!]

Devon Solie – Whoa! Emperor Wang is going for a—DAMN!

[Eddie rolls out of the way, and Emperor Wang lands on his knee on the mat! The crowd is cheering, and Wang drops to his back, clutching his knee and shouting with pain. The crowd half-boos as Dean gets up, and stomps the side of Wang’s leg, crushing his patella under boot. The fans are now booing as Dean runs a short distance, then soccer kicks the ribs of Wang with a stiff toe kick. The fans boo as Eddie laughs and stomps his ribs again.]

Austin Becker – Wow! I think Eddie Dean is trying to cut off the air supply of Emperor Wang. He’s crushing those ribs with stiff kicks and stomps. His Kamikaze Krash knocks out his opponent, and a man who can’t breathe is easier to knock unconscious.

Shane Ivo – Can’t Dean just be kicking the crap out of some Foreigner? Get it?

Devon Solie – What? What the hell are you talking about Shane?

Shane Ivo – Air Supply? Foreigner? Man, nobody gets how hilarious I am!

[The fans are shouting and screaming as Dean grabs Emperor Wang The crowd boos as Dean hooks Wang by the neck, and whips him into the post face first! Wang crushes his face against the post, and twists his neck. The crowd boos as Wang spins in the air, and drops to his stomach, holding his head. Dean cockily walks toward the ring, and leans in, swiping an arm across the mat, breaking the count. The fans are shouting for Dean to clean this up, and get back in the ring.]

Devon Solie – The crowd is booing Dean here, shouting for him to bring Wang back into the ring.

Shane Ivo – (humming) I’m bringing Wang back…mothers don’t know how to act…

Austin Becker – Shane. Please. Stop.

[Outside the ring, Dean brings Emperor Wang to his knees, and Wang fires a shot into the gut of Dean, and then another, and finally, staggers Dean, and Wang gets back to his feet. He runs forward and leaps up, hooking Dean’s neck in a hurancanrana, swinging Dean around, and then flinging him onto the ramp on his back. Dean winces, and Emperor Wang runs forward, hopping onto the guardrail, then sunset flipping off of it and landing on Dean’s chest and shoulders with his knees! The fans cheer and begin chanting for Emperor Wang!]

Devon Solie – WOW! What a sunset flip!

[The fans are clapping as Emperor Wang fires a stomp down onto the shoulder of Eddie Dean, who grunts with pain. Wang brings Dean up to his feet, breathing hard, and fires a stiff dagger-punch into Dean’s shoulder socket, which drops Dean back, staggering. Wang looks down, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. Eddie runs forward, and slams the hell out of Wang’s jaw with a cross chop up his torso and into his jaw, sending Wang off his feet, and landing on his back on the ramp. Eddie Dean grabs up the Emperor, and hooks his neck, running a short way, then leaps up and crushes Wang to the steel ramp in a running bulldog!]

Austin Becker – WHOA!

[Wang bounces off the ramp face first, and rolls onto his back clutching at his eyes and mouth. Dean gets back up to his feet, and grins down at Emperor Wang. Dean grabs up Emperor Wang, and runs him toward the ring, and slams him into the apron of the ring chest first. Wang staggers back and Dean nails him in the spine with a stiff as hell front kick! The fans groan in sympathetic pain. Dean hooks him around the waist, and throws Emperor Wang up and over his head in a release belly to back suplex. The fans shout as Wang lands on his head and shoulders onto the ramp again! Wang grunts with pain, and Dean gets back up breathing heavy.]

Devon Solie – Man, Eddie Dean has gone off the deep end with his intensity, here. I haven’t ever seen him this focused or brutal in his matches.

Shane Ivo – Well, you have to understand that now, he’s just fighting for nothing in particular. He’s the champ, so this is just to prove the point that he can beat on whoever he wants.

Devon Solie – Well, don’t count Wang out yet, the man has some serious skill in coming back from adversity…

[Wang is clutching his neck, and Eddie grabs him and rolls him into the ring, after running with him a short distance, and rolling him under the bottom ropes. Dean rolls into the ring, and drags Wang to the center of the ring, and brings him to his feet. Wang is on wobbly legs, and Dean fires out with a Kamikaze Krash, but Wang leans back and grabs his ankle, wrenching it to the side, and slamming his knee into the mat! The fans leap to their feet as Wang steps over the ankle lock, and changes it into an STF! The fans are chanting for Emperor Wang as he locks the hold in, and Dean is shouting in pain, and struggling to get free!]

Austin Becker – Emperor Wang is masterful with those submission holds, he can put one on you from just about any angle. Reminds me of The Edge, with his skill in putting men on the mat.

[Dean struggles hard against the hold, and finally, screaming in pain, reaches the bottom rope, and grabs it! Emperor Wang releases the hold, looking frustrated, and getting to his feet. The second the hold is off, Dean pulls his leg up to his chest, and rubs it, wincing in pain, and shouting curses at the mat. Emperor Wang runs forward, and stiff stomps the side of Eddie Dean’s knee! The fans cheer as Dean shouts in pain.]

Devon Solie – Wow! Emperor Wang is looking to take the Krash out of Eddie Dean’s arsenal!

[The fans are clapping and cheering as Wang yanks Dean by the ankle back to the middle of the ring, and stomps the back of his calf, and Dean shouts again, pulling his leg up in pain. Emperor Wang runs to the corner, and hops to the top of the post. Dean is in pain, and a little loopy as he rolls onto his back, shouting with agony. Emperor Wang leaps from the top in a shooting star press, and flashbulbs start strobing all over the arena, but Dean pulls both his knees up, and pistons both of his feet up in a laying down mule kick into Emperor Wang’s jaw! Wang is propelled back in a sick looking backflip by the shot, and Wang is unconscious on the mat!]

Shane Ivo – AHAHAHAHAA! Now THAT was a counter!! AHAHAHA!

[Wang is laid out in a five-pointed star pattern on the mat, and Dean gets back to his feet, limping over to Emperor Wang, and reaching down, pulls him to his feet! Wang is falling down, but Dean jumps up and NAILS him with the Kamikaze Krash anyway! Wang is still limp as a wet noodle as he crumples to the mat. Eddie winces, and covers him, and the ref comes over for the three count.]

Devon Solie – Kamikaze Krash! Wow! I think Dean’s got this one won here.

[Emperor Wang’s wrist is pinned to the mat, and Dean has a forearm across his jaw. The ref begins his count, and gets the three, with Emperor Wang kicking after the three! The fans are cheering and “As We Speak” by Soilwork begins playing over the PA system. Eddie is getting up, his eyes filled with pain as he uses the ropes to get to his feet, and his head down, breathing heavy.]

Devon Solie – Well, Eddie Dean definitely earned this win over Emperor Wang. I can’t understand his motivations, but no one can question his skill in the ring.

Shane Ivo – I can’t understand why this guy won’t quit beating up on interviewers!

[The crowd is booing Dean as he raises his fists, holding the World Cruiserweight Championship and nodding. He staggers for the ropes, and steps out before the ref can raise his fist in victory.]

Holly Johnson – Here is your winner, and still WCWF World Cruiserweight Champion…EDDIE DEAN!!

[The fans are booing as Eddie Dean limps out of the arena, raising his World Cruiserweight Title. The shot stays on Dean as he walks up the ramp out of the Delta Center toward the backstage area. The shot then changes to show The Celtic Warrior standing with Morphine in a barred cage backstage.]

WINNER: Eddie Dean

HOLD: Kamikaze Krash to Pin
Shoot Title Boiler Room Brawl

[The door to the boiler room is open a crack, and Tombstone finally appears, shoving the cameraman aside. He is dressed in a black silk dress shirt, open at the throat, and looking around with a pissed off look on his face. The fans in the arena are watching this portion on the WorldTron, and begin their low rumbling cheer as the man pauses in front of the darkness of the boiler room. The rumble of the fans is picked up on the mics attached to the camera, but the narrow hallway leading into the boiler room is quiet except for Tombstone’s breathing. Tombstone’s eyes stare into the darkness, and the crowd is getting louder.]

Devon Solie – Well, Tombstone’s down there, he’s uh…he’s heading into the boiler room now.

Shane Ivo – Tombstone is a brave guy. I don’t know how SMART…but definitely brave.

[Tombstone pushes the door further open, and steps into the darkness of the boiler room. The cameraman flips the night vision lens up, and now, the folks at home can see the boiler room in bright green, and Tombstone is looking around with jerky fearful motions in the blackness. The thin strip of light in the boiler room offers only an image of a massive cast iron boiler, and the cinder floor. Tombstone opens his mouth like he wants to talk, but then as the door closes, plunging him into darkness, all he can manage is a shocked shout. The cameraman whips around to look at the door, able to see Syndrome standing there, leaning against it, and staring into the darkness, grinning. The fans scream as they see Syndrome slowly produce a long, jagged piece of metal from the back of his jeans. Tombstone turns around, and rushes toward the door, knowing that something is there.]

Austin Becker – Aww hell! No! Don’t do it—

[But Becker goes unheeded as Tombstone runs forward, and Syndrome plunges the long piece of metal into his side like a matador stabbing a charging bull. Tombstone howls in agony, and Syndrome twists the hunk of metal, notching it between two ribs. Tombstone scrabbles at the piece of metal, but Syndrome nails him with an overhand punch, knocking him to the floor, in the night vision, his face is ghoulish, and his eyes shine silver like a vampire’s leer. Syndrome licks his lips, and grins into the camera.]

Syndrome – Oh, Tombstone? Toooooombstone? How does that feel? Well, I know it’s not a knife in your back, but I wanted you to get some metal in you at any rate. The metal should have cut one of your lungs…I think…Yeah…I can hear it, the blood slowly trickling into your lung as it goes flat like a bicycle tire. Seems to me, you thought it would be funny to put metal in me, take what belongs to me…end my career…So, now, I’m going to put you out of business for a while…

[His guttural laugh is chilling as he spins on his heel and decks the cameraman! The shot blasts the static of Syndrome’s promos for a full minute. The shot quickly jumps back to the announce station, but the sound of the static can be heard over the PA system from the WorldTron.]

Devon Solie – Ah folks, it seems as though Syndrome didn’t want outsiders looking in on this and I…well…This is just crazy. Syndrome has apparently stabbed Tombstone, somewhere here in the Delta Center…I can’t say as I like the sound of Syndrome and Tombstone locked in a damned room together.

Shane Ivo – You know what I like the sound of Solie?! Pain! AHAHAH!

[The shot quickly jumps to show another cameraman waiting outside of the boiler room as the door opens, and Syndrome has blood smeared across his white wifebeater, cheeks and all the way up his taped fists and wrists. He slowly walks out of the boiler room, and grins into the camera. The crowd is cheering wildly as Syndrome reaches into his front pocket, and produces a small key, jamming it into the lock of the boiler room door, slamming it closed, and snapping it off in the lock! The fans gasp in horror, as Tombstone is on the other side of that door, fighting for his life!]

Devon Solie – GOOD GOD! This has gone too far! Syndrome has just trapped Tombstone in the boiler room with a knife sticking out of his chest! This feud has gone TOO FAR!

[Syndrome walks calmly past the cameraman, heading toward the ring, taking off his bloody shirt and tossing it down into a trash can backstage. The fans wait for a few moments, and then Syndrome appears walking out of a side entrance to the arena, and the fans leap to their feet! The fans are screaming, popping for Syndrome as he begins putting on another shirt walking towards the ring, looking calm. He heads up to the ring, ascending the stairs, when suddenly, Warden McKay runs from out of the crowd with his shock-cane! The crowd screams as he brings the cane down on Syndrome’s back!]

Devon Solie – OH MYGOD! Syndrome has been shocked by that cattle prod! I don’t believe this! Warden McKay is ---HOLY SH—

[Syndrome’s eyes open as he pistons a foot out, and NAILS McKay in the balls! The fans are screaming and cheering as Syndrome pulls himself up to a standing position. He grabs Warden McKay, and hurls him head first down into the steel stairs! The crowd groans in sympathetic pain as McKay crumples against the steel, and drops to the mats outside the ring, clutching his neck, kicking his left leg. Syndrome runs over and stomps the hell out of the base of McKay’s neck. The fans shout as Syndrome reaches down, yanks Warden McKay to his feet, and then slams him down into the stairs with the brutal Catalyst DDT!]

Devon Solie – Good GOD! The fans are deafening! The crowd is going wild here, and McKay looks like he’s been put out of commission permanently.

[Syndrome kicks McKay again in the head for good measure, then rolls into the ring, where Al Simmons nods to the timekeeper. The fans cheer wildly as the tech tosses Syndrome the Shoot Title. The bell rings, and Syndrome slings the Shoot Title over his shoulder as “Heart’s Filthy Lesson” begins playing over the PA system. The fans are cheering and clapping as Syndrome pats the Shoot Title, and steps through the ropes. The crowd is still on their feet as the shot changes to show the security team trying to break down the boiler room door, using a battering ram.]

WINNER: Syndrome
[The shot is of the backstage area, several security guards are trying to break down the door to the boiler room, and conspicuous by their absence are Glasgow Brute and Tartan Destroyer, the security team finally gets the door open, and of the medics shoves the cameraman out of the way, and the head of security yells at something over the din.]

Head of Security - Hey! Get that guy out of here! We need some space! Hurry! Hurry!

[The security guards are shoving the cameraman out of the way, but not before they get a shot of Tombstone shuddering in the cinders of the boiler room, blood pooled around his body. His skin is turning blue and he's obviously going into shock. The crowd in the Delta Center is screaming and cheering as the shot changes again to show the Horsemen backstage with Stang Ivo. Van Coth is looking down at the floor seated on a long bench, and in the background, Highlander is pounding rights into a support beam of the Delta Center. The crowd in the arena are shouting and cheering as the men appear on the screen, and Stang looks serious.]

Stang Ivo – Coth, Highlander. Tonight, the plan’s simple. I want the Team Ivo boys eliminated, I want the Parkhouse Boys destroyed, and the Viva Los Vegas guys…Broken. The World Tag Team Titles come home with you tonight, right?

[Coth looks up at Ivo with an inscrutable look. Then he closes his eyes and exhales.]

Van Coth – I have never failed you, Ivo. Not in the past, not in the future, so, remain calm. Tonight’s TLC match will be another in the long line of victories for Van Coth. And moreover, the Horsemen.

Stang Ivo – Yeah, well…Highlander, you ready?

[A final shot into the pillar, plaster falling from the ceiling and Highlander shaking the plaster dust from his hair, grinning. He walks over to the owner of the WCWF, and the crowd in the arena cheers as he claps a chalky plaster-covered hand on the shoulder of Ivo roughly, causing Stang to stagger forward a little with a chagrined look on his face.]

Highlander – Worry not, everything will go according to plan.

[The crowd is still cheering as the shot changes to show Viva Los Vegas standing backstage with none other than Maya Marcus. She’s looking stunning, and Viva Los Vegas stands on either side of her, Aaron Presley rubbing his chin and looking a little pissed off. He stares down his nose at Maya, who brings up the microphone and grins into the camera.]

Maya Marcus – We are literally minutes away from these two men entering into the match of their careers, facing off with three other teams in a match that has a legendary status among those in the pro wrestling industry. The crowd here in the Delta Center and all the people at home want to know, Aaron, Frankie Diamond…Are you ready for tonight’s Tag Title Match?

[Aaron laughs, and slaps Frankie Diamond on the shoulder, and he nods and chuckles.]

Aaron Presley – Darling, you know what you’re looking at right now? You’re looking at the next Tag Team Champions of the world. You want to know why? Because when you trot out old timers like Coth and Highlander, big fat *bleep*s like the Waffle House Boys, and the retarded Brothers Yank-Off, and you put them across from two machines like ourselves…there’s only one mathematical outcome.

Maya Marcus – And that is?

Frankie Diamond – Spell it out for her, AP.

Aaron Presley – VLV with the WTT. It’s about inevitability, Maya, bottom line. Frankie is 320 lbs. of All American Bowling Green devastation in human form. We are a pair of wild cards, baby, and you need to keep an eye on us tonight, because VLV is coming home with the gold.

Maya Marcus – Frankie? Anything from you on tonight’s match?

[Frankie grins and leans down to the microphone, and opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, then changes his mind, just grinning down at Maya, and shakes his head. Aaron laughs, and claps Frankie on the shoulder, and Viva Los Vegas heads out of the shot. Maya turns to the camera, and nods.]

Maya Marcus – Well, Viva Los Vegas, is looking impressive, and seems to be very confident of their chances. Now, --

[Suddenly, The Celtic Warrior shoves his way backstage, and stands in front of Maya, staring at her with mute rage. He motions for the mic, and takes it from her, then, just as he grabs the mic, the Padenko Brothers wheel in Morphine’s cage, where he’s seated on the floor, clutching his knees and resting his head against the bars, a thin line of drool cascading from his chin and pooling on the canvas straitjacket. The crowd cheers wildly as TCW brings up the microphone, and motions back to Morphine.]

The Celtic Warrior – I don’t know what the hell kind of show you’re running here old man Stang, but you cross cut my damned interview about the greatest match in the history of wrestling, pre-empting the damned spot where I explain just how Team Ivo is going to destroy the competition tonight. First off, this man Morphine is facing off in an Overpass Match with Wolfgang Schmuck for the WCWF Intercontinental Title. Then, we’re going to see me beat the confession out of H-Bomb that I AM A LEGEND. But first, the appetizer to the buffet of greatness on tonight’s menu: Jacob and Boris Padenko…the MUTANTS from POLAND, the Post-War destroyers, The most destructive force in the WCWF, because they have something no other team has: HUNGER. They’ve been denied shots in the past because of the *bleep*ty politics that take place around here in the boardroom, and A-Number-One politician? Stang Effing Ivo. Well, good thing that the apple fell far from the tree, because Shane is granting these men the opportunity to come out and TAKE what Stang has denied them. The Padenkos don’t speak much English. So, they’re not going to be saying I Quit anytime soon. Maybe “Ich Beendigte”

Jacob Pandenko – Hey, TCW..That’s German. Don’t worry, the Horsemen and the others won’t get to hear the Polish translation. EVER.

The Celtic Warrior – I LOVE THESE GUYS! Tonight, it’s going to be Kill or Be Killed, and you’re looking at two killers. Believe it.

[The Celtic Warrior laughs and The Padenkos head toward the ring, and the shot changes to show the announcer’s table. The crowd is cheering and waving their signs as Devon Solie winces at the volume of the fans’ cheering. Shane Ivo looks like the cat who’s got the cream, and Austin Becker is punching the air to the fans down below, and the crowd is eating it up.]

Devon Solie – Wow! This crowd is going wild, and while we’ve been watching some pretty disturbing images tonight, I cannot believe that the crowd has anything left after that horrible attack on Tombstone in the Boiler Room Match, and not to mention the heinous post match attack of Boulder on Inquisition. This has been one hell of a shocking night, and down in the ring, the techs are hoisting up the hardware for our next match, a Tables Ladders and Chairs match for the World Tag Team Titles. This is also an Elimination Match, which means you can go for the titles, OR…you can pin a team, and eliminate some of the competition for climbing up the ladder.

Austin Becker – Right you are, Devon. Tonight, the four teams in this match are no less than the best the WCWF has to offer. But four of those men, The Horsemen and The Parkhouse Boys, are massive men with very little experience in climbing ladders.

Shane Ivo – Not to mention, that they’re going to be facing off with Team Ivo’s Padenko Brothers. These two men are now focused machines of destruction, and they’re going to walk out of the arena tonight with the World Tag Titles around their waists. I have it on good authority, that they’ve been training doubly hard to face off with the stiffs in this match.

Devon Solie – Well, your father seemingly bought out the champs, and while the crowd here is still behind Coth and Highlander, I don’t know if any of the other teams have a chance. Highlander himself is one of the greatest wrestlers in the history of the sport much less the WCWF. And Van Coth –

Shane Ivo – Look, Devon, I get it, you like those guys! They’re your favorites! Whatever you say, old man. But here’s the scoop: The Padenkos have been studying the Horsemen, and have found a weakness. One of the basic things that (thank God) Ivan Putski managed to beat into them boys is ‘WATCH YOUR OPPONENT’. And I have it on good authority that the Padenkos are READY.

Devon Solie – I won’t cop to your accusations of bias, Shane. But I will ask, whose authority are you talking about? You’ve said that twice now, “On good authority”, whose authority, Shane?

Shane Ivo – On the only authority I trust. MINE. HAHAHAHA!

Devon Solie – You know, I walk into those all the time, and they NEVER get old, Shane. *sigh* Anyhow, the ‘Wild Cards’ the VLV boys have said that they, too, are ready. And while they’re dark horses, sure, they might be ready for prime-time.

Austin Becker – Guys, I can tell you from experience, smaller guys, faster guys, need to maintain their energy level in a match like this, and when you add in tables and chairs to the already dangerous ladder situation…well, what the hell are we sitting here talking about it for?! Let’s get to the action!

[The fans roar their approval as the shot changes to show the SMOKING hot Holly Johnson standing in the ring beneath four ladders set up in a crisscross pattern, the WCWF World Tag Team Titles swaying on leather cords above the ring, about twenty feet above. The crowd is cheering, and several of the ringside fans are holding up four fingers in the Four Horsemen sign. Holly grins and nods to the fans as she brings up the microphone.]

Holly Johnson – Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Elimination Tag Team Title Match for the WCWF World Heavyweight Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, from Bowling Green, Kentucky and Memphis, Tennessee….Frankie Diamond…Aaron Presley…VIVA LOS VEGAS!!

[The fans leap to their feet as the lights in the arena go black and the WorldTron begins showing images of VLV wrestling in Mid-South Wrestling, and Ohio Valley, busting heads and taking names in all kinds of matches, as “Little Less Conversation” by Elvis Presley, the Junkie XL remix plays instead of the normal “Viva Los Vegas" and Frankie Diamond and Aaron Presley walk out from the backstage area, wearing black and silver tights with spangles on the ass spelling out VIVA LOS VEGAS, and black satin workout jackets with high collars. Frankie and Aaron dap and then walk down to the ring, nodding to the music, and slapping five with some of the fans as red, white and blue lights blast all over the ring, and down the ramp toward the ring.]

Holly Johnson – And the second team, from the Parkhouse Penitentiary, in Glasgow, Scotland…Tartan Destroyer…Glasgow Brute…THE PARK HOUSE BOYS!!

[The fans go nuts, booing and throwing garbage as Destroyer and Brute slowly walk out from the backstage area, wearing their normal wrestling gear, and smirking down toward the ring. Frankie and Aaron are pacing back and forth, whispering last minute game plans to one another.]

Holly Johnson – The third team hails from Poland…they are members of Team Ivo…Jacob and Boris…The PADEKNKO BROTHERS!

[The Polish National Anthem plays over the PA system, and Boris and Jacob walk out of the backstage area, dressed in black unitards, looking like Olympic wrestlers, but for the massive tow chains around their necks and wrapped around their arms. The crowd leaps to their feet, and while they don’t know much about the Padenkos, they are cheering for them, and a contingent of Polish-Americans are waving a flag of the Republic of Poland in the upper decks. Jacob slaps Boris and points up to the flag, and both men salute the fans. The crowd continues cheering, as the Brothers Padenko reach the ring, and begin eyeing the furniture set up around the ring.]

Holly Johson – And the final team in the TLC match…They are the WCWF World Heavyweight Tag Team Champions of the World…from the Highlands of Scotland…THE HIGHLANDER…and fighting out of Stuttgart, Germany…VINCENT VAN COTH!!

[The crowd leaps to their feet as thundering hoofbeats begin blasting over the loudspeakers and the PA shudders above the ring as pyrotechnics explode all over the ramp, and the WorldTron shows the Cherry Picker Match, Highlander and Coth both chokeslamming opponents, and just DESTROYING the competition. Highlander walks out from the backstage area wearing his family tartan kilt, and a yellow and red lion rampant t-shirt. Coth is wearing black pinstriped dress pants and black electrical tape wrapped around his fists and up to his elbows in a very precise manner. Coth and Highlander don’t run down to the ring, making their way slowly toward the ring, and Holly gets the hell out of Dodge, to make sure that she’s not in the way when the bell rings.]

Devon Solie – Good Lord. Look at that mass of humanity in that ring…I wouldn’t want to be in ANY of these teams’ way for those titles.

Shane Ivo – Especially the Padenkos. HAHAHA!

[The Horsemen enter the ring, and the token referee Butch Michaels points to the timekeeper, and the bell rings beginning the match. The fans are rumbling as Coth and Highlander both run forward, and begin hammering down on the backs of the Parkhouse Boys! The fans cheer as Aaron and Frankie begin throwing punches into the jaws of the Padenkos, driving them from the ring, and out to the outside! The crowd is cheering, roaring, and Highlander manages to throw Glasgow Brute over the top rope, and out onto a table near the guardrail! Coth whips Tartan Destroyer into the ropes, and then climbs the post in a flash, and leaps off with a diving elbow drop onto the gut of Glasgow Brute, crashing down through the table!]

Austin Becker – WOW! First table taken out early in this match!

[Highlander runs forward, but Tartan Destroyer leaps up and avalanches the big man in the center of the ring, staggering him, and knocking one of the ladders over on its side! Destroyer is following up, and on Highlander like a pit bull on a damned poodle, firing rights into Highlander’s jaw, driving him into the corner where the ladder is now toppled. Frankie has Boris Padenko hooked in a side headlock, and then snap DDT’s him into the mats outside the ring! The fans gasp, and Aaron Presley delivers a Shake Rattle And Roll style Neckbreaker on Jacob! The fans are chanting V L V and clapping, but across the arena, there’s a Let’s Go Horsemen and Hockey Clap afterward chant going up.]

Devon Solie – These men are brawling out there, and you’d better believe that there’s not going to be a great deal of scientific holds or any kind of grappling going on.

[Frankie Diamond stomps the chest of Boris, and runs over and grabs one of the chairs from the mats outside the ring. Aaron yells to him, and Frankie tosses the chair to Aaron, who BLASTS Jacob in the head with it! The fans cheer as Jacob drops to a knee and Aaron tosses the chair aside. The Highlander meanwhile, has grabbed Destroyer by the throat and tossed him back into the corner on the ladder. He stabs a foot out and stamps the living hell out of Destroyer’s groin. The crowd is cheering as Highlander makes a throat cutting gesture as Coth is pulling himself to his feet using the guardrails. The crowd is chanting for all of the men now.]

Shane Ivo – HAHAHAHA! Watch this! You can’t hit Padenkos with chairs! It just pisses them off!!

[Jacob rises from his kneeling position, bruises forming on his bald pate, and his eyes filled with blind rage. Frankie is busy pummeling Boris, and Jacob NAILS Aaron in the gut with a swift low kick, and follows up with a waistlock into an overhead toss-suplex, sending Presley head and shoulders first through a table! The crowd gasps as the table crushes under the weight of the young superstar, and Presley lands on his back, clutching his neck. Frankie doesn’t notice as he’s trying to strangle the life out of Boris on the mats outside the ring.]

Shane Ivo – AHAHAHA! Did you see that?! HAAHAH! I told you! Ohh…damn, now here comes Boris!

[Highlander runs forward and spears Destroyer into the ladder, Highlander’s shoulder colliding with the jaw of Destroyer, mashing the back of his head into the ladder again. Highlander roars with fury toward the rafters, and begins climbing the ladder set up opposite the one teetering in the corner. Coth, meanwhile is shaking his head, and walking around the ring toward the Padenkos and VLV.]

Devon Solie – It looks like Highlander’s going up top…is he…is he going for the belts?!

Austin Becker – I don’t know if he’s—OH MY GOD!!

[Highlander gets halfway up, and leaps off of the ladder, in a flying frog splash. But, instead of crushing Destroyer, he connects with the top of the ladder instead! And physics takes over from there, and the ladder levers up, and tosses Destroyer up about ten feet, and out of the ring through a table! Highlander lands outside the ring, clutching his chest, and grinning like a damned madman! The crowd is chanting ‘HIGHLADER RULES’ as Highlander winces and clutches his chest nodding.]

Devon Solie – I don’t believe what I just saw! I know it just happened, but Destroyer is OUT! Good GOD!

[Coth has reached Aaron Presley, and stomps his chest! The crowd is cheering as Aaron is trying to get up and Coth reaches down, and picks him up from the mats outside the ring. But the second Presley is up, he’s firing punches at blinding speed into the jaw of Coth, and actually manages to force him back, right and left, fists pistoning out at what looks like impossible speed, treating Coths’ jaw like a punching bag, and then leaping forward, and crashing into him with a last-ditch-effort clothesline, knocking Coth DOWN! The fans leap to their feet chanting ‘HOLY *bleep*!’ at the top of their lungs!]

Devon Solie – It’s not often that I use that kind of language, but I second the crowd’s emotion on this score! I have never seen ANYONE take Coth down like that, that was Presley’s size!

[The crowd is still on their feet as Jacob has his tow chain around Frankie Diamond’s neck, and yanks him roughly off of his brother! Boris is red faced from the pummeling and his nose is clearly broken, and blood is streaming out of his mouth. Then his eyes open and a grin spreads across his face, blood streaming through his teeth like a sluice duct, making him look like a crazy son of a bitch. He’s back on his feet, and the Padenkos grab Diamond, and then slam him down into the mats outside the ring with a double chokeslam, but they hook his legs so they jam his neck when he hits the floor!]

Shane Ivo – WOOOOOHOOOO! Damn! Did you see THAT?! Yeah, that’s right. Padenkos, baby…POLISH POWER! AHAHAAH!

[Coth is trying to get up as Presley fires a few shots down into his jaw. Coth is grabbing the bottom ring rope, trying to get back up, but Presley stops his onslaught as he notices his teammate knocked out on the mats outside the ring. He runs to his rescue, but Jacob runs forward and NAILS him with the Polish Hammer in his face, with his tow chain wrapped around his fists, knocking Presley out cold! Boris runs over, and covers Aaron Presley! The ref runs around the ring, and lays down beside the two men!]

Devon Solie – This might be it!

[The ref gets a three count, but Aaron manages to kick shortly after the three. The fans are half-cheering, half-booing as Boris grabs Coth by the head, and brings him to his feet. Jacob runs forward, and spears Coth into the ring, crushing his back against the apron, and dropping him to a seated position. Jacob grabs one end of his tow rope, and wraps it around Coth’s neck, and tosses it up over the ropes into the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. Boris grabs a steel chair and just MAIMS Coths’ face with it! Jacob is on his feet, yanking the chain down, and strangling Coth with the tow chain!

Across the ring, Highlander gets to his feet, and makes a cover on Tartan Destroyer. The ref slides over and slaps the mats outside the ring, getting an easy three count again! The fans are cheering as Highlander is getting up, grinning. The crowd is clapping for Destroyer and Brute. The fans are still cheering as Syndrome runs down an aisle, carrying a steel chair! The crowd screams as he begins savaging Glasgow Brute with the chair! The crowd is half-booing as Syndrome’s face has turned into a crazy wild expression, and he is finally stopped by the full brunt of the WCWF security staff, dragged bodily away from the ring.]

Shane Ivo – What the f—What in the hell is Syndrome doing down here?!

Devon Solie – I don’t think he’s done with Warden McKay’s boys yet, Shane. But, then, I can’t imagine what the hell drives a man like the WCWF Shoot Champion.

[The crowd’s cacophony is insane as Highlander walks over and grabs Boris Padenko from behind, and whipping him into the guardrail! Coth is struggling, and Jacob lets him go, the tow rope pulling over the top rope, and Coth collapsing, his lips turning blue. Jacob turns on his heel, yelling something to Boris in Polish, and heads to the ladder, beginning his ascent. The crowd is cheering as Highlander looks up at Jacob climbing and Boris laying on the mats. One way or another he can win this one. Highlander makes a snap decision and slides into the ring, chasing down Jacob Padenko.]

Austin Becker – Highlander making the obvious choice there. He’s going to make sure that Jacob doesn’t snatch that Tag Belt from the rafters, there.

Shane Ivo – Yeah, well…Heh…I wouldn’t be too sure…

[Jacob’s eyes dart over his shoulder, and a small smirk appears as he leaps from the ladder down in a flying forearm shot, a la Lex Luger, blasting Highlander in the face! The crowd cheers wildly. Boris reaches down to grab Coth, who grabs him around his neck in a death grip, and gets to his feet, just throttling the man, trying to kill him. The fans are screaming as Coth hoists Boris up, and tosses him down onto a table, which buckles but does not break. Jacob gets up, wincing and looking down at Highlander. Outside the ring, Coth grabs a steel chair, and mauls the gut of Boris with it, slamming him with it a few times. Boris clutches his gut, and rolls onto his side on the table.]

Devon Solie – Van Coth is not being stingy with that damned chair.

Shane Ivo – The guy’s a damned menace.

[The crowd is cheering, clapping as Coth climbs onto the guardrail. He leaps off and slams Boris across the throat with a guillotine leg drop! Applause rings out as Coth drops Boris through the table with the leg drop! Highlander is getting to his feet, even as Jacob continues his climb to the top of the ladder. Highlander goes to the other side of the ladder, and climbs up as well. Jacob is at the top already, and is trying to unfasten the belts, but Highlander blasts him with one of his pillar-shaking rights, knocking his grip loose. His arms flail, and Highlander rears back again, and fires out with a haymaker that sends Jacob off the ladder, clearing the top rope, and crashing through a set up table outside the ring! The fans leap to their feet and chant ‘HOLY *bleep*!’ as Jacob is among the blasted remains of a table. The ladder teeters and totters, and Highlander looks grimly determined to grab the World Tag Title Belts.]

Devon Solie – WOW! The fans are deafening, and it looks like Jacob Padenko is out!

[Coth is back up to his feet, but Boris is as well, his face covered in blood, and his eyes wild at seeing his brother tossed from the ring. He boots Coth in the gut, even as Highlander grabs the belts at the top of the ladder. Boris hooks Coth’s neck propping him up against the ring apron, and then blasting him with the Polish Hammer! Coth’s neck whips back, and slumps down to the mats outside the ring. The crowd is on their feet, cheering as Boris makes a cover! Highlander’s feet wobble as the ladder kicks out from under him and he clutches at the belts above. The ref runs over and begins the count.

….1….

Highlander struggles with the belts…


….2….



Highlander gets one of the belts loose, then the other, and the crowd leaps to their feet as he plummets to the ring…



3!! The ref motions for the bell just as Highlander hits the mat! The crowd is going wild as the ref gets to his feet, holding up Boris’s wrist! The fans are shouting and Highlander rises to a seated position, clutching the belts to his chest. The fans are still cheering as the ref comes into the ring, and Highlander nods to him. The ref reaches down for the belts, and Highlander looks at him like he’s out of his mind!]

Devon Solie – What the hell is going on?! Highlander, the Horsemen lost! Coth was counted out!

Shane Ivo – Finally, you get something right!!

Austin Becker – Wait, wait a minute! Highlander CLEARLY had the belt! Highlander had the belts even as Boris got the three!

Devon Solie – Well…Wait, though, Boris CLEARLY pinned Van Coth after that brutal Polish Hammer!

Austin Becker – Let’s see what the ref has to say…

[The crowd quiets down as Butch Michaels goes into the ring, and grabs a microphone. He’s a serious looking man, and holds the World Tag Titles in his hands, looking pensive. The fans are rumbling as he makes a ‘quiet down’ motion with his hands.]

Butch Michaels – Nobody wants this…It’s never easy when something ends in this manner…But upon review of the tape down here at ringside…the wins were simultaneous. This match is a draw, NEITHER team wins the World Tag Titles…the Titles will be held up, with contenders for the titles to be named at a later date!

[The fans are now incensed! They begin booing and chanting ‘BULL*bleep*!’ at the top of their lungs, and Butch begins leaving the ring. Highlander looks like he’s going to tear Butch’s head off, but then just shakes his head, annoyed and heads to the ropes. Coth is still trying to get to his feet, looking like that last shot took something out of him. Highlander rests on the top rope, looking down as the World Tag Titles leave the arena with the ref. The shot changes to show a wintry overpass, somewhere near the Delta Center. The shot is a steady tripod shot of the Overpass.]

WINNER: N/A

HOLD: N/A

[Stang Ivo]

[The shot changes to show the snowy overpass, wintry winds blowing across the enclosure. The overpass spans all four lanes of the highway, and the pedestrian walkway is made from steel chain links in an arch over the walkway. There’s a lot of snow blowing around, and there’s a sound like a winch being activated as a GENIE lifter hoists up the cage that Morphine was in earlier. Crouched in one corner of the cage is Morphine, arms wrapped around his knees and shuddering, eyes squeezed shut. The sound of the lift ends and has positioned the cage in front of the opening to the far end of the walkway. Mid-evening traffic continues to zip by underneath the overpass as the complex lock on the front of the cage digitally counts down, a heavy lock with two pairs of horizontal bars blocking the hinges.

The shot then zooms in on the other end of the overpass, where Wolfgang Smit walks in from the opposite end. He’s dressed in a denim jacket with the sleeves carved off, and a black Red Shadows shirt. He stares over to the cage, a strange look on his face. Then the strange look becomes a grin as he runs forward with something in his hands, and then runs into the cage at full force, causing it to teeter wildly. Smit’s hand jabs forward into the complex lock, shoving something that looks like a small handheld tazer, which sends a flash of sparks out of the cage, and the lock’s digital clock freezes at 00:10. Smit laughs and then grabs the cage, and begins pulling it off of the GENIE! The fans are screaming as Smit drags the cage onto the overpass. Inside the cage, Morphine stares out wild-eyed, and begging for Smit not to do whatever it is he’s thinking of doing.

Smit looks at him, confused for a moment, not understanding that he’s looking at the same disturbed man who faced off with him in the Morgue Match. The crowd in the arena are cheering but, there’s no commentary available on the match as Smit yanks the cage free, his massive bulk shuddering as he drags the cage onto the overpass. Smit grins and reaches into his vest, producing a pair of tin snips, and begins opening the wall to the overpass. Morphine, shuddering and sobbing into his hands in the cage, looks up as the countdown timer on the lock begins ticking again.

Smit finishes his work shortly after the clock reaches 00:05, and begins tilting the cage on its bottom, and leans it, door up, over the edge of the overpass. His eyes go wide as a loud buzzing crack shocks his attention, and the door’s lock pops off. Inside the cage, the sobbing hitching hiccups of Morphine’s dementia become hysterical laughter as he uses his feet to press off the back wall of the cage, and leap from the cage and out over Wolfgang’s head in a gliding arc! The cage slips from Smit’s grasp and topples over the wall down into the path of traffic, and shatters as it hits the pavement, and a large truck hauling lumber bashes through the steel bars. The crowd in the arena scream again as Morphine is struggling with the straight jacket, laying against the concrete barrier that forms the foundation for the over arching steel fencing.

The crowd screams as Wolfgang looks down at Morphine with a hungry and angry look and runs over, smashing his head against the concrete with a running Cactus Jack knee! Morphine is crushed against the concrete, and slumps to the side. Smit grabs him up in a rough bearhug and whips him across the walkway, tossing him into the weakened steel chain link side. The crowd screams as Morphine bounces off, and lands on his shoulder and neck, struggling with the canvas straightjacket. The crowd is screaming as Smit slowly walks over and yanks Morphine up to his feet, and blasts him across the jaw with a right that knocks him back down to a seated position. Smit follows up by grabbing onto the chain link, and fires down several more punches from Wolfgang Smit, which just collapse him down into the concrete of the overpass walkway. Morphine’s head rocks from every punch as he’s not able to answer any of the shots. Some people would think that maybe The Celtic Warrior put him in this situation to just get his ass kicked. But Morphine’s giggles can still be heard through the shots ringing down into his mouth. His laugh becomes a gargling mess as blood bubbles up from his wounds.

The crowd is screaming and cheering and Morphine gets blasted again, leaving him face down on the pavement, and Smit grabs him by the back of his pants and the straitjacket buckles, and tosses him into the concrete in an open handed Death Valley Driver! The crowd is screaming as Morphine hits the concrete, and seemingly gets knocked unconscious. Smit grabs Morphine again by the shoulders, trying to bring him to his feet, and Morphine’s eyes widen and open fully, and his bloody line of a grin becomes a wide ‘o’ as he lunges forward, and latches his mouth on the neck of Smit, biting down and chewing at Smit’s neck! The crowd screams as Smit’s eyes become wide and filled with horror! Smit smashes Morphine across the back with forearm shots, and finally pulling Morphine away from him with a slow tearing motion, and a strip of skin gets pulled away, blood spraying out! Smit shouts with pain and turns away, looking down at his wound with fright, possibly concerned that he might have caught whatever madness this young man has.

Morphine’s arm makes a sickening crunching sound, and he twists his way out of the straightjacket like a man possessed. Smit grabs a handful of chain link, nursing his bloody chest and neck, and Morphine runs forward, and brings his sleeves around the neck of Smit and grabs hold of them, strangling Wolfgang Smit with his straightjacket sleeves. Smit batters at him, scrabbling at his back, whipping around in small circles, this way and that, finally whipping Morphine free from him. Morphine is hurled to the ground, and throws off his straightjacket, groaning.

Smit walks forward, and looks down, noticing a small piece of the cage, a half of one of the bars, long enough to be a baton. Morphine is getting to his feet, as Smit brings up the pipe, and swats Morphine in the neck with it. Morphine covers up, grunting, and Wolfgang bashes him over the nape of his neck three more times, blood spattering up onto his chest from a wound that cracks open on the back of Morphine’s skull. The crowd in the arena is chanting for Morphine, and the fans are going wild as Smit tosses the bar through the open portion of the chain link. There’s the sounds of tires screeching and then the raucous hollow bang of several cars colliding beneath the overpass. A tire gets flung out from the wreck, and the camera slowly pans toward the hole in the overpass. Smit’s eyes narrow as he grins, and spits out blood onto the concrete walkway. He grabs up Morphine and runs him toward the opening, trying to bum’s rush him out of the overpass.

Morphine blocks the attempt with both feet as he brings them up, and cuts a very sophisticated backflip over Smit, who hits the concrete wall with his gut and closes his eyes in pain. Morphine gets back up from a crouching position, runs forward, and jumps through the air, and lands a forearm shot to the back of Smit’s head, knocking him to the concrete. He follows up by grabbing the massive man’s shaggy mowhawk, and blasts him in the side of the head with several punches. The fans in the arena shout and cheer, chanting Morphine’s name as he belts the side of Smit’s head. Smit finally swats Morphine away, shouting in rage and a little bit of fear. Morphine stumbles, and then Smit grabs him as he rises to his feet, and swings him around in the air, and drops him in a Big Bossman sidewalk slam, crushing him into the actual sidewalk! Morphine’s eyes squeeze shut, and Smit gets up and immediately follows up with a leaping elbow drop across the jaw of Morphine, enveloping him in his massive arm flab.

Morphine drops down, laying on his back panting as Smit gets up, and shakes his head, blood spattering to the left and right as he looks down at Morphine. Morphine rolls onto his side, coughing, blood pooling around his mouth. Smit looks up at the chain link, and pulls on it with both hands, then begins climbing up the wall. He climbs about halfway up the chain link, then throws himself off the chain, and splashes Morphine into the concrete! The fans scream and shout as Morphine’s legs shudder underneath the massive weight of Wolfgang Smit. Smit gets up, and wipes the blood from his face.

Smit grabs up Morphine, and shoves him toward the hole in the chain link, and Morphine, limp as a rag doll, tries to stop himself from going through the hole and down below. The camera slowly pans over again, but now you can see that there are several cars wrecked beneath the overpass, underneath a truck that has jackknifed and landed on its side. There is a fire underneath the jackknifed truck, and people milling about below. The people look up and scream as they see Smit trying to force Morphine out through the hole, palms planted across Morphine’s face, blood smeared. The people are pointing and shouting up at them.

Smit’s eyes go wide as Morphine again begins gnawing on the hand of Smit, chewing away. Smit shouts in pain and backs off as Morphine wipes blood away from his mouth, and runs forward driving a kitchen sink knee into the stomach of Wolfgang, and then clobbering him in the back of the head with a double axe-handle, dropping him like a calf in a slaughterhouse. Morphine stomps down onto Smit’s head, and brings him up to his feet, and brings Smit toward the hole, and locks him into a three quarter face lock. He then runs up the side of the cage, and instead of flipping over, he yanks down and delivers the Six Feet Under down onto Smit out of the hole! The people down below scatter as both men plummet down to the wreck, and crash down through the back window of a mini-van that was wrecked on its side! The crowd in the arena cheer as the people surrounding the wreck begin looking into the back window of the mini-van and then back away, as howling laughter emits from inside.

Morphine’s hands reach up, shaking through the back window, and he pulls himself up through the safety glass, and, covered in blood. He raises a fist, and the approaching sirens cause him to whip his head around in a frenzy, and then he leaps from the wreck, and darts across the highway, and the other four lanes of opposite traffic. The people are still buzzing as Morphine howls laughter and heads off into the night. The shot changes to show The Edge walking around the backstage area. He has the U.S. Title draped on his shoulder. Just before he reaches the locker room Dud Mckenzie steps in front of him blocking his path. The camera zooms in on the face of Dud than switches to The Edge.]

Edge - What do you want Dud.

[Dud begins to speak with a lot of excitement in his voice.]

Dud - Did you see that great match that just took place.

[The Edge rolls his eyes…and speaks with sarcasm.]

Edge - No Dud. I’m afraid I missed it. Maybe its got something to do with me celebrating my U.S. title win, but since you brought it up what happened.

Dud - Well Morphine and Smit--

Edge - Who?

Dud – Well, surely you saw the match between Eddie Dean and Emperor Wang.

Edge - You mean the guy who ripped off my name.

Dud - I don’t know about all of that. But he just got a win over the Japanese master of submission Emperor Wa--.

Edge - Whaaatttt! Another guy ripping something off The Edge. Master of submission. Give me a break. You know what Dud I’m getting ready to head back to the ring and put those two posers back in their place.

Dud - Remember Mr. Ivo said -

Edge - I know Dud. He said as long as it took place in a WCWF ring, and it won’t be a surprise attack they will see it coming.

[Just as soon as The Edge lets out the finale word. A man appears whispering something in his ear. A look of rage consumes his face. The Edge takes off in a fast pace.]

Edge – WHERE?! Where is that son of a bitch?

[The Edge stops looks at Dud.]

Edge - You seen him Dud?

Dud - Seen who?

Edge - Where you hiding him Dud?

Dud - Hiding who?

Edge - Sean Cage. I just heard he was here and looking to get a piece of The Edge.

[The shot changes to the broadcast table, where the announce team look simply shocked at what has taken place, the Intercontinental Title Match and the interview with Edge both.]

WINNER: Morphine

HOLD: Six Feet Under
[Devon Solie is looking into the camera, and the fans are just going berserk for them. They are cheering and chanting for the man called 'Sean Cage'. Their chants are wild, and they continue cheering as Devon tries to continue the broadcast.]

Devon Solie - Folks, tonight, we have seen a great deal of monstrous competition, we've seen some truly shocking events, and with that announcement by Edge, I don't know what in the hell he's thinking. Nothing on my sheet says that Sean Cage, The Cure, is anywhere in the building tonight.

Shane Ivo - Well, we all know that Edge is out of his *bleep*ing mind. We all know that he runs his mouth, and makes threats, and tries to get people to come out and respond to him. He's just a spoiled whore. Spoiled stupid whore.

Austin Becker - Shane, he sounds like someone else we know.

Shane Ivo - What?! How dare you!? How dare you talk about Devon like that?! I thought you two assholes were friends! Sheesh! The nerve of some people!

Austin Becker - You know what, Shane? You're about as useless as a pecker on a Pope. You do, however, have a point about Edge talking smack. However, I believe he is truly looking for a fight with Cage, I mean, he's ever been about proviing that he is the toughest son of a bitch in Wrestling today.

Devon Solie - Yes, guys, but you can't -

PA System - AHEM.

[The fans begin cheering and screaming as the WorldTron fills with a shot that puts a smile on the face of everyone in the Delta Center. Sean Cage stands in the locker room. The fans are now insane as the shot shows him clearly standing in front of a row of black steel lockers, arms crossed over his chest, cigarette jutting from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes darkened by some kind of weariness. He's wearing his Best of Se7en shirt, and black denim jeans, staring into the camera, smoke curling up in front of his eyes. His voice is quiet, gravelly, as he spits the cig out off-camera, and barks a laugh into the lens.]

Sean Cage - The Edge, E-Unit...Ed. Whatever the *bleep*. Look, man, I know you want to get your ass kicked, I know that deep down you have yet to reach the drop dead bottom, and want to see what it's like to get your ass kicked by a man. But...I don't know if you understand that I'm not there tonight. I don't know who the *bleep* people say you're coming to see, but it ain't Cage. Our fight...it ain't happenin' captain. Not tonight anyway. Besides...I think you better be watching your back for someone else on Stangy Boy's payroll....A dude with a grudge...and a dude who's able to keep that *bleep* on the dl until it's time to strike...Don't be a *bleep*ing putz, Edge...keep yourself healthy...Someone on your team has it in for you...

[The fans are screaming and cheering as Cage leaves the locker area of wherever the hell he is, and the shot changes again to show Holly Johnson standing in the ring, mic raised. Half of the arena is cheering for H-Bomb, and the other half is screaming their lungs out for The Celtic Warrior.]

Holly Johnson - Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall...introducing first, the challenger...from Greenwich, Connecticut...he is a three time former WCWF World Heavyweight Champion, and is the WCWF's number one contender....He is H-BOMB!!

["Til I Collapse" by Eminem begins playing, and then the fans leap to their feet as H-Bomb walks calmly out of the backstage area, dressed in his wrestling gear, and has his head down, hair hanging in his face. The crowd is cheering and chanting for him. He nods with the chants, and as Eminem begins rhyming he throws his fists in the air, and pyrotechnics blast up all around the arena! The crowd shouts and screams, and then...The shot blasts to static. The tape spools to an end, and all you can see on your television is a shot of:


The shot apparently shows the Delta Center in ruins, smoke billowing out of the roof, it looks like God Almighty himself stomped down on the place. The shot just freezes on the immediate aftereffect. The rubble. The smoke. Then...The WCWF seems to have gone off of the air. You look on the news, hoping to hear about what might have caused the WCWF's show disaster, or survivors willing to talk, but everyone keeps quiet. Everyone is silent about what happened. Was it a 'work' that went awry? Was it pyrotechnics? Was it a terrorist attack?

You never find out. In fact, WCWF 24/7 goes off the air. In fact over the spring and into early summer, you find it hard to even find streams online of former broadcasts. Family of the wrestlers, and their handlers aren't talking. Devon Solie, Shane Ivo, and Austin Becker have been seen in public, but have refrained from speaking on the situation, or the current whereabouts of the owner of the WCWF and its parent company World Entertainment. Their interviews only briefly touch on the issue of pro sports, and rarely if ever about the subject of Professional Wrestling.

Wrestling it seems becomes more about spectacle and story while the WCWF is off the air. Superstars go crazy in the interim, doing monstrous things or nothing at all. Stang Ivo is incommunicado for weeks at a time. The World Entertainment stocks have gone down in value. Then, pulled from public trading altogether. The company's handlers, and board of trustees have been silent about the events at the Delta Center.

None of the fans who were present talk about what happened.

No books are written.

Is this the end of the World Class Wrestling Federation? An accident, the Hand of God? Some damage done by deliberate human hands? The question on your mind as you slowly become interested in other pastimes is...Who Killed the World Class Wrestling Federation?


Months have passed....


And Soon....the story will continue...