Wicked PPV 2007

[Stang Ivo]

[The InDemand Pay Per View Network begins the pay per view with a brief clip show featuring the exploits of the former champions of the WCWF, and the world of Professional Wrestling's commentary on the events at Salt Lake City. The end of the clip show shows what looks like a white sheet flapping in a gentle breeze, and slowly grows grimy...and bloody as disgusting fluid begins seeping through the back. The disgusting fabric looks like something found in a murderer's crawlspace, and then begins rotting away to show a wrestling ring from above, where Junior Dre and Mack Bolan are standing across from one another. Then the shot swings around them in a wide arc, then explodes outward with a flash of gray smoke, and shows all kinds of shots of everyone in the WCWF over the past few weeks ending with Junior Dre slamming Ace Stokes down in the NWO, and then showing the announce team inside the Toronto SkyDome; surrounded by cheering fans! The fans are shoulder to shoulder, a packed and nearly sold-out crowd for the WCWF's latest Pay Per View, and the crowd looks like they're on fire! The fans are cheering and chanting for Austin Becker, who nods and grins to them, and Devon Solie makes a point of bowing and apologizing to Becker who finally nods, and Shane Ivo smirks. Ivo is dressed in a black, yellow, and green TEAM IVO jersey.

Devon Solie is wearing a black tuxedo with a white tie, and looks like he's dressed to the nines. Austin Becker is wearing an 'I'M ALWAYS RIGHT' t-shirt, and has his arms crossed across his chest. The crowd is going wild, and many of them chanting 'WE WANT FLAIR!' 'WE WANT FLAIR!'.]

Devon Solie - Good evening, fans, and we are LIVE from the SkyDome in Toronto! Live in the Great White North, and the crowd here is going wild! They're chanting for Ric Flair like this was Charlotte! Man! Tonight, we've got six matches that are going to change the face of the WCWF, and following our US Title Match tonight at the top of the hour, we're going to have an announcement from the owner and CEO of the WCWF, Stang Ivo. Folks, this card is jam-packed with Superstars and believe you me, tonight, Wicked is going to LIVE UP TO ITS NAME!

Shane Ivo - Come on, Solie! Why don't we talk about what's important here tonight?! The fact is you've got two PRETENDERS fighting for the World Title. You've got two men who don't deserve to lick the sweat from the REAL champion's JOCK fighting over a belt that the REAL champion wasn't beaten for! Now I know how E-Unit feels! Talk about a miscarriage of justice! This is an ABORTION of justice!

Devon Solie - What are you talking about Shane?!

Shane Ivo - Look, Solie, I know we've been told to quietly bury The Celtic Warrior, just not talk about him and pretend like he WASN'T the WCWF WORLD CHAMPION not three months ago. But I'm done lying to you people--

Austin Becker - THERE'S a switch!

Shane Ivo - Shut up, Becker! I was wrong! Sue me! But this is the TRUTH: TCW should be here tonight DEFENDING his title. Mack Bolan?! Once he got the belt...he was just another phony, another frigging LOSER...I hope he's put out of the sport for GOOD.

Devon Solie - Well, Shane, I don't agree with that at all. I hope the man has a long career, but one man out there has made it certain he wants to end that title reign here tonight...Junior Dre! Tonight, the WCWF's Number One Contender and World Champion are going to find out who the best man really is! I'm getting word that Dud Mackenzie has an interview waiting...let's go to the interviewing area...

[There's a wipe of gray smoke that reveals a massive WCWF tapestry hanging from the ceiling. The crowd is cheering as they see Dud Mackenzie standing backstage. Dud is wearing a suit and tie with a WCWF patch over the right breast pocket. Dud grins and begins speaking.]

Dud Mackenzie - Ladies and gentlemen, I have the honor tonight to interview a true legend in the WCWF, the man himself...Mack Bolan!

[Dud's eyes widen as Mack doesn't appear, but Junior Dre, in his wrestling gear DOES. The fans are cheering and screaming as Dre stands across from Dud, staring him down. This is not the normal Junior Dre...there's an intensity in his eyes that hasn't been seen for some time. There's a moment of awkward silence as Dud swallows and shakily hands the microphone to Junior Dre.]

Junior Dre - You're excused, mate...This is gonna be a monologue...If you have questions later, hit me up at the press conference after I get the World Title.

[Dud leaves quickly, hustling out of the shot. Dre turns to the camera, looking around to the left and right.]

Junior Dre - I know you've sequestered yourself, Bolan! I know you've decided the best route to winning this match was to keep your mouth shut, and triangulate all the angles on me! I KNOW that you're preparing in your way for this match! But look around you, baby! You're in the SKYDOME! Where Ultimate Warrior DESTROYED THE LEGEND of HULK HOGAN...You're in TORONTO, baby. This night, is going to be a memorable one...Memorable for me...because I'm walking out of here with the hardware I've deserved since JUMPSTREET. Memorable for the fans because I'm going to give them a CLINIC in how to dismantle a man...and I hope it's memorable for you for whatever reason...Because I can't guarantee you're not going to be BRAIN DAMAGED after you feel the Overdose. OOoohh!

[Junior Dre shudders like Simon Phoenix in Demolition Man.]

Junior Dre - Man! It scares ME! I can only say that the Immortal Soldja's are running with some pretty bad ass company tonight. My finisher is like walking into a warzone in your short pants, brother. And tonight, Bolan...Prepare to be DESTROYED.

[Dre laughs as the shot changes to show Holly Johnson standing in the ring. After a digital smoke-wipe, the shot changes to show the ring, where Holly Johnson is standing, dressed in a black leather miniskirt and a tight fitting long sleeved white sequined shirt with long tails down the back, and her hair has diamonds woven into it. The crowd is cheering as she brings up the microphone.]


[Holly brings up the microphone, and 'Rockstar' by N.E.R.D. begins playing over the PA system, and from the back steps out Matty Williams.]
Holly Johnson - Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WCWF World Cruiserweight Championship...Introducing first, the challenger...the Mad Bad Gold Coast Soldier....MATTY WILLIAMS!

[The crowd is booing as Williams walks out from the backstage area, wearing black tights with orange stripes down the legs, and black wrist tape. Around his waist, slung low is the WCWF World Cruiserweight Title...the fans are going berserk booing as he laughs up to the rafters, patting the faceplate of the title.]

Devon Solie - Matty Williams is patting that belt like he earned the damned thing, but we all know it was simple THEFT that put that gold around his waist...

Shane Ivo - Solie, possession is nine tenths of the law, brother. Williams has the belt, he's the champ in my book, Holly needs to get her facts straight!

[The WorldTron fills with images of Matty Williams hitting the TwirlyCutter on all kinds of opponents, and Williams raises his fists and pyro explodes all over the rampway and through the smoke that's left behind runs a wild-eyed Eddie Dean! The crowd screams as Dean pounds Williams in the back of the head with a double axe-handle driving him gut first into the apron! The crowd is chanting for Dean as he stamps down on the lower back of Williams, swiping an arm into the ring to begin the match!]

Devon Solie - GOOD GOD! Dean is not waiting a SECOND to get his hands on Matty Williams! Williams is getting pummeled outside of the ring, and Dean swipes his hand in to begin the match!

Shane Ivo - Dean's a cheat! And a junkie! He's a damned coward, but hey, no one's calling him anything but in my circles!

[Dean grabs the World Cruiserweight Title from around the waist of Matty Williams, and tosses it off of him. Dean brings Williams up to his feet, and fires him into the steel stairs head first! They bash apart with a hollow bang and Matty Williams is unconscious on the mats outside the ring! The crowd is chanting for Eddie Dean as he walks over to Williams, but Williams is up, and begins firing punches into the jaw of the champion! The crowd is half-cheering, half-booing as the men exchange punches for a moment, and Williams hooks the neck of Dean and tosses him under the bottom rope into the ring! Dean is on the mat, struggling to get up, and Williams is wincing as he rolls under the bottom rope. The fans are chanting for Eddie Dean and Williams yells for them to shut up as he runs over and flat kicks Dean in the gut!]

Austin Becker - Williams is regaining his advantage here, trying to gain some momentum. Dean's taking this match personally, and there's been no quarter given by either man. If Dean hopes to walk out of the match with the title as well as the belt, he better get off that mat!

[Williams follows up with a jumping elbow to the face of the champion, then clamps on a double-handed choke! The crowd boos as the ref comes over and begins the count. Williams lets go at three, then slaps the choke on again! The ref is yelling at Williams, who shakes his head and lets go at four! Dean is coughing on the mat, and Williams gets up, arguing with the ref, who is shouting in his face, but while the ref's distracted, Williams plants his foot on the throat and cheek of Dean, choking him again! The ref notices finally, but the damage has been done, and Dean is rolling onto his stomach, coughing and clutching at his throat. The crowd is booing as Williams backs off with his hands up saying 'See?! I didn't TOUCH him!' the ref is shaking his head, and Dean, using the ropes, gets to the middle rope, but Williams runs over, and dropkicks the back of Dean's head, driving his neck into the ropes, and Dean rolls out of the ring to the mats outside, landing with a smack on the mats on his side.]

Devon Solie - Good LORD! Dean's neck is flattened by that one, and he rolls out to the outside. Lucky for him tonight Big Smack Scott didn't decide to follow out his buddy.

Austin Becker - Williams is just determined to wrench the neck of Dean, setting his neck up for the TwirlyCutter. That neckbreaker/stunner is something to see, and it's much better to be commenting rather than taking.

Shane Ivo - This kid has skills, beyond a lot of men three times his size, and Dean's just a worthless worn out old druggie! The 60s are over, HIPPIE! HAHAHAHA!

[Dean is on his side, and Williams climbs the post. The ref begins counting, and Williams just leaps off with a frog splash, crushing Dean down to the mats, Williams' knees landing on Dean's head! Dean's hands clench and unclench reflexively in pain as Williams gets up, laughing and stomps on the back of Dean's head! Williams slaps the back of the champ's head, and brings him to his feet, and leans him up against the ringpost outside the ring with his face draped toward the ringpost, neck and shoulder wrapped on it.]

Devon Solie - Oh no! What's Williams gonna do now?!

[Matty runs forward, looking to clothesline Dean from the back, but Dean quickly dodges out of the way! The crowd cheers as Williams' arm wraps around the ringpost, and he staggers back howling with pain! The crowd chants for Dean, who's holding onto the guardrail, looking down and breathing heavily. Williams is clutching his arm to his stomach, and Dean runs at him, leaping up onto the apron, and jumping off with a snap kick to the bicep of Matty, who screams and falls to the mats outside the ring! Dean lands and stomps on the arm of Williams, and grabs up Matty Williams tossing him back into the ring.]

Devon Solie - WOW! Williams damaged that bicep and shoulder trying to put Dean out of this one, and the tide turns just LIKE THAT.

Shane Ivo - See? Dean's a cheater! He's exploiting a damaged limb here, just taking advantage of the hurt guy...what a hero! PFFT!

[Dean grabs Williams up, and puts him in a wristlock behind Williams back, and then slams him down on his own arm! Williams shouts in pain, and Dean backs off for a second. Williams is struggling to get back up, holding up a hand, begging off for mercy, and Dean is breathing heavily and puts his hands on his hips. Williams backs into the corner, and Dean follows, but before Williams can go for a groin shot, Dean snaps out with the Kamikaze Krash, kicking Williams in the face!]

Devon Solie - KAMIKAZE KRASH! GOOD GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT?! He hit that OUT OF NOWHERE!

[Williams collapses to the mat, and Dean drags him to the center of the ring, and covers him with a pin, yanking Williams' limp leg up, and the ref slides over and gives him the three count! The crowd is cheering wildly as 'As We Speak' by Soilwork plays over the PA system. The crowd chants for Dean as he quickly, all-business, rolls out of the ring and collects up his World Cruiserweight Title. The fans are cheering as Dean walks up the ramp toward the backstage area, fist raised, slapping five with the fans as he heads up toward the back.]

Holly Johnson - Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL WCWF World CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION...EDDIE DEAN!

[The fans continue cheering as the shot switches to show a decidedly unconscious Matty Williams in the ring, still not back up.]

WINNER: Eddie Dean
HOLD: Kamikaze Krash to Pin

[The shot changes to show Eddie Dean wincing and breathing heavily at the top of the rampway, World Cruiserweight Title over his right shoulder, and he leaves the arena to the raucous cheers of the Canadian fans. The crowd cheers wildly as the WorldTron shows a replay of Dean sticking Williams with the Kamikaze Krash, and then getting the pin.]

Devon Solie - There goes the REAL WCWF World Cruiserweight Champion, Eddie Dean. The fans here are going wild, and our next match might just blow the damned roof off of the place! The Rebel, Ron Starkey gets in the ring with a man who can only be called one of the most dangerous men in Professional Sports, much less wrestling, The Edge. Folks, Maya Marcus is backstage with Ron Starkey and Jimmy Fontana, let's find out what the challenger has to say.

[The shot changes, and Ron Starkey can be seen in his wrestling gear, a pair of white and gold trunks with green kneepads and green patent leather boots. Jimmy Fontana is standing next to the lovely Maya Marcus, dressed in a lavender suit, and smiling winningly.]

Maya Marcus - There's not a person alive who wouldn't love to be a WCWF champion...Of course there's only one World Champ...but tonight, this man, Ron Starkey wants to face off with the most dangerous submission artist this sport has ever known...The Edge.

[Jimmy steps forward, grinning his fifty dollar smile and winks at Maya, adjusting his very cheesy reflective aviator sunglasses. He nods slowly and then begins speaking very animatedly. The crowd is going wild as he leans down to the mic, and nods to the noise coming from the main arena.]

Jimmy Fontana - Maya, man, you look finer than a Carolina morning, lady. Well, tonight, you hit the nail on the head. Champions...there's only one of each in the sport, and Edge, daddy, you've had your moment in the sun...you've been on your own time, walking around with not only the World Championship...The Ladies' Title...Nice move, right there, it definitely got your name recognized....But tonight, you're walking around Toronto with property of that man right there, Ron Starkey.

Maya Marcus - You're talking of course of the WCWF US Title, isn't that right?

Jimmy Fontana - Maya! Baby, haven't you heard? Well, here's the news, baby, so listen up: It's the WCWF Television Title. Ron Starkey has put his name on the golden ticket, granted a shot at a champion by friends of the Instigators...friends with some real stroke, JACK. Not like you and your purchased ladies and friends, buddy. Tonight, Edge, Ron Starkey is going to slap the taste out of your mouth, and introduce you to a little move that has knocked out LEGENDS: Flirtin' With Disaster!

[Ron Starkey sees that as his cue and steps forward, flexing his pecs as he tightens the white tape around his wrists. He's not wearing his usual jeans and t-shirt, he's wearing an actual wrestling outfit. His hair is wet, and swept back, and his chiseled physique is accented by the gleaming water. Even Maya seems to be appreciating his physiognomy.]

Maya Marcus - Ron Starkey, you are just moments away from meeting The Edge in the squared circle tonight...for his WCWF US Title...What's the game plan?

Ron Starkey - Every day this past week, I've been tossing the idea around in my head that deals with the devil rarely work out for the best, that I've been flirting with disaster my whole damned life, so why should right now be any different? The game plan is to go out there and WRESTLE. The Instigators are arrogant, mouthy jerks, but they really hit home when they said that this place is the World Class WRESTLING Federation...And no damned PANDA is gonna make us change the marquee! So, listen up you clowns, the fact is that there's no gimmicks coming down to the ring, just straight up wrestling. The plan is to out-wrestle the current champ, and if that fails, hell, I might just have to get creative.

[Starkey grins at Maya.]

Maya Marcus - Well, the fans have been wondering, because the Instigators, too, have a penchant for being 'creative' when needs be...does that mean you'd stoop to their level?

Ron Starkey - Hey, Maya, look, the fans are great, the fans are loud and they sure as hell pump a guy up. But...When I go down to the SunTrust on Friday, guess who's name AIN'T on my paycheck, doll? That's right, Joe Sixpack and his family. So, they can cheer or boo, I really don't give a good god damn what the hell they do. In the ring, which most of the guys out there ain't had to do to earn their beer money, you do what you have to. And 'stoop'? Hell, last I heard, the Instigators are the World Tag Champions. I'd have to aim pretty high to 'stoop' to their level, Maya, now baby, I love lookin' at ya, but I got a title to win.

[Ron Starkey walks out of the locker room area, with Jimmy following closely behind. Maya turns to the camera.]

Maya Marcus - Ron Starkey, heading for the ring, and hoping to pick up a win and the WCWF gold! Back to you at the announce table!

[The shot changes to show Holly Johnson standing in the ring.]

Devon Solie - Thank you, Maya, that was some cryptic stuff there, guys. But Ron Starkey, he holds a love for the Old School of wrestling. I can't imagine he'd knock a guy out with a damned taser, or mace or anything like that. Is that what Dick Murdoch would do? Magnum T.A.?

Austin Becker - Devon, your uncle was a hero to me, and just about every damned wrestling fan out there. But Old School also had guys like Abdullah the Butcher, Jimmy Valiant...hell Arn and Ole Anderson loved to make guys bleed with more than their fists. It's like Starkey's t-shirt says: Old School or DIE! I think this guy means it!

Shane Ivo - Ron Starkey, he's got a lot of brains under than mullet and trucker tan. Not to mention skill! He's aligned himself with the Instigators, and that can't mean anything but VICTORY for 'The Rebel'. The Edge, though, has a history of being twice as rattlesnake mean, and three-times as vicious as ANYONE.

Holly Johnson - Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall...introducing first, the challenger...From Green River, Alabama...The Rebel RON STARKEY!

[The twanging guitars of 'Sweet Home Alabama' begins playing, and as soon as the singer says 'Turn it up!', red, white and blue pyro blasts out of the ramp, and Starkey and Fontana walk out of the backstage area. The fans are actually cheering for him as he raises his fists and the WorldTron is showing a massive rebel flag. Ron nods his head to the song, grinning at the fans, and slaps five to a kid wearing an Old School or DIE shirt. Then he runs to the ring, hops on the apron, and grabs the top rope, using it to slingshot jump over the ropes into the ring. He hops up and down, stretching out his arms and shouting.]

Holly Johnson - And his opponent...he is the WCWF United States Champion...from the Presidential Suite at the Bellagio in Las Vegas, Nevada...THE EDGE!

[The lights go out and now you hear children’s voices begin the music of The Edge while a lone spotlight is aimed right in the middle of the stage. The fans are booing and beginning the jeers to welcome The Edge. On the World Tron appear a pair of children, a boy and a girl. The little boy is no more than eight or nine, and dressed in a black suit, and the girl is wearing a white and blood maroon dress with a green bow in her hair. Their eyes seem to be lined with black, and their skin is deathly pale. They begin speaking over the PA system.]

Little Girl - Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name, Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, in earth as it is in heaven.

Little Boys Voice - Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us.

[The children are eerie, and then, faces of other kids appear all around them, fading in from the black, and then you can see that the boy and girl are standing in front of a massive choir of children in a run-down church. The scene is grim, with pale moonlight streaming in through the windows and stained glass in multicolored streams.]

Random Children’s Voices - And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, For ever and ever….

[The fans are quiet as the last words fade away, and then, all the children say together…]

Chorus – Amen.

[Then, the first choral of “Hallelujah” is sung by the London Festival Orchestra. From the backstage area steps The Edge, The Edge never lifts his head he just walks down the ramp toward the ring. The fans are booing wildly, and Edge just slowly takes off his title belt, and passes it to a tech, climbing into the ring. He steps through the ropes, and Ron is pacing back and forth and the fans are rising in volume as the men size each other up. The fans are cheering as the ref motions for the bell, and the men lock up in the center of the ring! There's a struggle, but Edge wins out, being the stronger man by far. The crowd boos as Edge slaps on a side headlock.]

Devon Solie - And this one's under way! Folks, Edge hasn't lost his fighting spirit, that's for sure. He's been quiet as of late, the effect of the hellish attack at Salt Lake City has been hard on us all. Edge has been out of the spotlight for a long time now....He's been mourning the loss of several of his friends...but he looks none the worse for wear here!

Shane Ivo - Edge and Starkey are both good men, but hell, look at that!

[Edge with a standing switch, and swings Starkey down to the match on his belly with a belly to belly suplex, slamming Starkey down on his back, and following up with a shoulder lock! Starkey shouts with pain, and Jimmy Fontana slaps the mat over and over again shouting at Starkey. Edge's eyes are steely as he wrenches the shoulder with both men on the mat. Starkey rolls to the side, and hooks his leg through Edge's and pins Edge's shoulder to the mat! The ref begins the count, and Edge is forced to release the hold!]

Devon Solie - WOW!

Austin Becker - Ron Starkey is a thinker, that's for sure! He's forced Edge to release that shoulder lock, forced him to break the hold or lose the match.

[Edge stands up, and both men are looking in the other's eyes. Starkey shakes his head, looking like that hold was really painful and is kneading the muscles in his shoulder. Starkey and Edge lock up again, but Starkey is able to shove Edge into the ropes, and follows close behind, and spears him in the gut, knocking Edge to the outside! The crowd is cheering as Edge is clutching his gut on the mats outside the ring. Ron steps through the ropes and drops down. Edge is getting back up, and Ron runs forward and NAILS him with a running Ronnie Garvin style heartpunch, dropping Edge to a knee! Edge drops down and Starkey grabs a beer from a guy in the front row, and downs it, high fiving the fan!]

Devon Solie - What the hell was THAT all about?!

Shane Ivo - Starkey's just helping out the fans here! He's showing what a good sport he can be!

Devon Solie - Well, I suppose that's OH COME ON!

[As Edge gets up, Starkey blows a blast of beer-mist right into his face. Edge shakes his head back and forth, and Starkey boots him in the gut, and hooks his neck for a suplex. But Edge reverses, looking pissed off, and slams Starkey down to the mats outside with a Rings-of-Saturn style move! Starkey shouts with pain, and the ref is making the count!]

Austin Becker - Edge is a brilliant champ! Edge knows you cannot win the match outside the ring, but you CAN prevent the man from getting back in. Edge is going to win this one here by LOSING.

[The champion is again rolled off by Ron Starkey, who actually breaks the hold! The fans are shocked as Starkey rolls to his feet, and slides under the ropes. The fans are cheering as Jimmy Fontana has been distracting the ref on the apron! Edge looks up, pissed off rolling into the ring. Starkey doesn't allow Edge to get to his feet, stomping down on Edge's upper back like a man possessed, stamping his bootprint into the champion's neck!]

Devon Solie - WOW! Starkey is just working over the upper back of the champion, and Edge looks a little disoriented!

[Edge rolls out of the way of a stomp and gets to a corner. Starkey approaches, and Edge leaps forward in a tackle, bringing Starkey down to the mat, and locks him in a cobra clutch on the mat. Starkey is breathing hard spitting out and shouting in pain. Edge crosses his legs over the lower torso of Starkey, seemingly inventing a new grapevine cobra clutch sumbission on Pay Per View!]

Shane Ivo - Edge is an innovator! He's the epitome of wrestling skill, hell, I have to admit, I don't like Starkey's chances here.

Devon Solie - They seem to be pretty evenly matched except for on---YEAH, THERE YOU GO!

[The anger in Solie's voice is at Jimmy Fontana grabbing Starkey's feet and yanking him into the ropes, struggling so hard that he staggers back, and lands against the guardrail! The fans cheer as the ref taps Edge and tells him to release the hold. The crowd is booing as Edge holds him in the cobra clutch to a four count. Edge gets up, and Starkey's foot bounces off the mat as he clutches his own neck in pain. The fans are cheering as Edge paces back and forth. But Starkey grabs the ropes and pulls himself up as the ref allows Edge to come forward again. Starkey fires out with three snap punches, and then a boot to the gut. Starkey whistles sharply, and fires Edge into the ropes. Apparently, the whistle was a sign, and Fontana grabs the heel of Edge as he hits the ropes, and Edge turns with precision, and stamps down on Fontana's hand!]

Devon Solie - OUCH! Damn! Edge isn't going to allow Fontana to interfere more than once!

Austin Becker - Yeah, but he's made a mistake, turning his back on Starkey like that--OOF!

[Starkey runs up behind the distracted Edge, and hooks the neck of the US Champ, and flies through the air with a reverse Diamond Cutter, yanking down Edge's neck to the mat! The crowd cheers as Edge is stunned on the mat! Starkey is slow getting up, but begins stomping down on the left shoulder of Edge as hard as he can, bracing himself with the top rope, leaping up and jumping on the shoulder of the champion with both feet! Edge actually grimaces and shouts with pain as you can see the muscles of his shoulder and back spasm with pain.]

Devon Solie - GOOD LORD! Starkey just reverse heimliched the shoulder of Edge, here, and the champ looks to be in pain.

[Edge tries to roll out, but Starkey grabs his head and brings him to his feet, firing a few stiff shots into Edge's forehead, driving him into the corner! Edge is wobbly, and backs against the turnbuckles. Starkey hooks the neck of Edge, stepping back and clutching Edge's neck, snap suplexing him down to the mat, setting up the Flirtin' With Disaster!]

Austin Becker - There's that clutch suplex! Starkey's looking to finish this one!

[Edge hits the mat, clutching his neck. Starkey climbs the turnbuckle, breathing heavily, and leaps from the top with his elbow drop follow up, but Edge rolls out of the way! The fans pop but half are booing as Starkey grabs his own elbow, and rolls on the mat. Edge brings himself to his feet looking pissed, and stomps down on the head of Starkey, and brings the man to his feet in a double underhook...]

Devon Solie - Here it comes! The champ's going for...he's gonna...

[Edge leaps up and slams Starkey's face into the mat with the Crap Shoot! Starkey goes limp on the mat, and Edge makes the cover!

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Thr- NO! Jimmy Fontana, with only one hand, puts Ron's foot on the bottom rope and yells at the ref! The referee taps Edge, who gets up, looking incensed, and then hops out of the ring, and points at Jimmy Fontana! The crowd is booing as Fontana looks all around for something to hit Edge with or a quick exit! Fontana's back-walking away from the champion who's just coming forward with bad intentions. Fontana breaks into a run, and Edge races after him! Fontana almost makes the third turn, but Edge spears him from behind, driving Jimmy into the stairs!]

Devon Solie - GOOD GOD! Fontana was just DESTROYED by the WCWF US Champ!

[Fontana looks like he was run over by a Buick, laying outside the ring, unconscious. Edge rolls into the ring, where Starkey is still laying on his stomach. Edge picks up Starkey, who BLASTS Edge in the face wearing a pair of brass knuckles! The ref is checking on Fontana, and turns just in time to see Edge hit the mat. Starkey's back is to the ref, and he drops the knucks outside. Starkey whips around, and grabs up Edge in the clutch suplex again, snap suplexing Edge to the mat, who is now unconscious! The fans are actually cheering wildly for Starkey who winces and climbs the turnbuckles.]

Devon Solie - The fans are still cheering?! What the hell is going on?!

Shane Ivo - BRAINS over BRAWN. That's the hallmark of a Legend...and Ron Starkey's about to claim his LEGENDARY STATUS! AHAHAHAHA!

[Starkey leaps off the top rope, and lands a vicious elbow right across the temple of Edge, who is now out cold. Starkey hooks Edge's leg, and grabs a handful of his singlet to boot, leaning way back, and the ref makes the count of three! The crowd leaps to their feet howling and cheering as 'Sweet Home Alabama' begins playing over the PA, and Ron rolls off Edge and heads outside the ring to Jimmy Fontana, who is disheveled, and using the apron to get to his feet.]

Holly Johnson - Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...and NEW WCWF US CHAMPION....Ron Starkey!

[The fans are chanting REBEL at the top of their lungs. Ron raises up the US Title belt and nods his head. The crowd continues cheering as Ron Starkey's music stops abruptly, then 'Sabotage' by the Beastie Boys begins playing, and clips of the Instigators laughing and tossing the caskets from the top of the cell, and other moments from their past matches, as well as their helping of Paul Hurricane play on the WorldTron. Ron's eyes narrow, and then he grins widely. The fans are half-cheering as he walks up to his 'teammates' and hits the Instigator sign with all of them. He turns back with Jimmy Fontana, and slaps the faceplate of the US Title, and all of the men leave the ringside area. The crowd is still cheering as the shot switches once more to show the interview area backstage, where Dud Mackenzie is standing and grinning into the camera.]

WINNER: Ron Starkey

Hold: Flirtin' With Disaster

[Dud Mackenzie grins and brings up the microphone as the Instigators, Paul Hurricane and Starkey and Fontana walk into the shot. Ron Starkey's jaw has a huge bruise on it, and one of his eyes is swollen, but that doesn't fade his grin as he drapes the US Title over his shoulder. Dud Mackenzie motions to Ron Starkey, who looks up, breathing heavily.]

Dud Mackenzie - We are joined now, by the new WCWF United Sta--

[Ron looks at Dud, and Jimmy, who's in pain, nods to him. Ron's breathing heavily from his match.]

Ron Starkey - Mackenzie, let's get something straight...hhh...tonight, Edge wasn't on his game. So I TOOK this belt, and now, as I'm the Champion...you can stop calling this belt the United States Title...this is the WCWF WORLD Television Title. Because, in ALL THE WORLD...There's no better wrestler to showcase WEEK IN and WEEK OUT...than The Rebel Ron Starkey.

Dud Mackenzie - Well, you are now the World Television Champ...adding yet another World Title to the WCWF World Title scene...do you think you're a greater caliber than the Intercontinental Champ?

[Ron seems to think about it for a moment.]

Ron Starkey - See, Dud, when you get your ass kicked by wrestlers during one of these interviews, I never feel all that bad for you. Because your DUMB ASS always asks questions like that, trying to stir up trouble, son. Well, kid, Paul Hurricane...and you can MARK THIS ON YOUR CALENDAR...is gonna be the WCWF Intercontinental Champ TONIGHT...adding ONE MORE title to our team. That's three of the titles in the WCWF, two World Titles and the Intercontinental Title...the most prestigious inter-federation world-wide title ever. Maybe...JUST MAYBE...if Dre decides that his Immortal Soldja's are looking a little pale, he MIGHT be able to join us. HAHAHA!

[Ron's laugh actually causes some of his die-hard fans to laugh. Many of the fans are beginning to boo as Starkey stands to the side, and Damian Cross and Styles Spinelli, both dressed in black business suits with thin black ties and black sunglasses, looking like the gangsters from Reservoir Dogs step up. Styles is grinning and patting the World Tag Title on his shoulder.]

Dud Mackenzie - The Instigators...Two men whose names are now synonymous with the World Tag Titles once more. Reporters, people all over the country are talking about that match Monday with the Angel Brothers, and your victory, saying that because the Brothers weren't in the caskets, you didn't win the titles.

[Styles stops grinning and snaps his head toward Mackenzie.]

Styles Spinelli - What? Look, Mackenzie...Did you see the oafs get knocked out? Did you see Eddie Munster and Gomez Addams get stuffed in the damned caskets? Did you see us, with the help of our benefactor, our Manager, put said caskets on the damned lifts?! And you MUST BE BLIND, if you didn't see the damned things go sailing like Christopher Cross off the top of the Cell. Now, just because they pulled a Jeebus and escaped the coffin, doesn't mean we didn't win. We WON. And do you need more proof? The Angel Brothers haven't even asked for a rematch! They're looking for a two on one match with that rookie! Maybe they'll have more luck against one guy, but I doubt it because those two sharing that quarter brain are no match with a guy with brain dementia, much less a kindergartener with all their faculties! HAHAHA! Instigators: Love us...or Hate Us....On second thought: WE DON'T GIVE A *bleep*: YOUR TAG TEAM SUCKS! AHAHAHAH!

Dud Mackenzie - Damian?

[Cross looks at Dud but doesn't say anything. Dud swallows hard and brings the mic to Paul Hurricane. The lady fans are screaming as Hurricane nods and smiles, wearing a sequined silk shirt opened to the waist, and his face is just beaming. He is wearing his purple and silver tights and taps his chin thoughtfully.]

Dud Mackenzie - Your match, Hurricane is next. You face off with the Intercontinental Champion...Saturn Six...The man has been chomping at the bit to get his hands on you. Are you worried about injury tonight?

Paul Hurricane - Yes. Dud, I'd be lying if injury wasn't on my mind tonight. Concussions...broken bones...lacerations...permanent spinal compression injuries...subdural hematomas...I have to say, I'm sincerely worried.

Dud Mackenzie - No doubt because Saturn's a brawler and--

[Paul's face looks puzzled, and then he laughs, slapping Dud on the shoulder.]

Paul Hurricane - Good one, Dud! No, see, I'm worried about INJURING SIX. Tonight, and I'm hardly bull*bleep*ting you here, I'm going out there, and I'm bringing gold to the team tonight! HAHAHA! As for chomping at the bit to get his hands on me...tell him the line forms to the right, behind the other women! HAHA! Now, please, Dud, quit fawning over me, and let me get to my match.

[Hurricane leaves the shot, and the Instigators and Starkey and Fontana follow, the fans are cheering loudly as the shot changes to show Holly Johnson standing in the ring. The crowd is buzzing as the lights dim and Holly begins announcing the next match.]

Holly Johnson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WCWF Intercontinental Championship....Introducing first the challenger...from Houston, Texas...'Pretty' PAUL HURRICANE!

["Pretty Boy" by M2M begins playing, and Paul walks out, wearing his silk shirt and black and gold trunks, nodding to the lady fans as the WorldTron fills with the poses and shots of Hurricane at his modeling shoots. The young girls are screaming as he nods and smiles to them. He walks over, and reaches out lightly to slap five with the young girls, but deliberately holds his fingers just ever so far away from the girls. The male fans are booing him like a metal fan at a Backstreet Boys concert. Paul steps up through the ropes, and tosses his shirt out to a gaggle of young girls, who nearly tear it to pieces, as Hurricane laughs, and nods.]

Holly Johnson - And his opponent..from Las Vegas, Nevada...he is the WCWF Intercontinental Champion...SATURN SIX!

[The beginning guitar minor chords ascend and then Steven Tyler screams 'I'm BAAAACK!' and pyro explodes all over the rampway, and Six walks out from the backstage area wearing the Intercontinental Title around his neck like a necklace, pointing down at the ring where Paul is pacing back and forth. The fans are cheering the Intercontinental Champion as he walks down the ramp toward the ring. He doesn't have his bike with him this week, but he stares up at Hurricane grinning as he pulls the length of dog chain out of his pocket, and slams it on the stairs. Hurricane looks nervous and yells at the ref to do something about that.]

Devon Solie - Well, look, I know that Six is only in it for the cash, but he can't bring a damned chain into this match...God, look at the Human Wrecking Ball....He's massive!

Shane Ivo - He's a MASSIVE IDIOT. Getting in the ring with Paul Hurricane was his first mistake. What in the hell---?!

[Suddenly, the fans go wild as the Angel Brothers come out of the back wearing identical black dusters, and stomping down to ringside. The crowd is cheering as Saturn smirks and steps into the ring. Hurricane looks around the ring desperately as the Angel Brothers walk around the ring, pacing like circling sharks. Hurricane leans over the top rope, pointing at Death Angel, and yelling in his face.]

Devon Solie - Well! It looks like Saturn Six is taking a page out of Hurricane's book, here! I can't believe that he'd do as the Romans do. But what the hell, right?! Six doesn't follow the rules! That's pretty ironic, Shane! Heh...

Shane Ivo - Shut the hell up, Solie. Six had to bring two roided out circus freaks, because he's CHICKEN.

[Suddenly, the cheers grow even louder as the Instigators appear with Ron Starkey at the top of the ramp! The Angel Brothers turn immediately to see the Instigators, and begin running toward them! The Instigators bolt along with Ron Starkey through the curtains, and the Angel Brothers have left the ringside area! Saturn's eyebrow raises as his sharks leave ringside, and Paul Hurricane runs up behind him and busts him in the back of his head with a series of European uppercuts! Saturn drops the IC belt and the chain, and Hurricane fires several forearms down into the kidneys of Saturn Six! Saturn shouts with pain and Hurricane goes for a reverse waistlock from behind!]

Austin Becker - Hurricane is going for a waistlock, possibly a takedown or a release German suplex...something is going to---WOW!

[Stang Ivo]

[Hurricane pulls, but Six holds onto the top rope, and flings Hurricane half way across the ring! Hurricane's hair is messed up, and he scrambles to his feet, but not in time to prevent Saturn Six from getting to his feet and avalanching Paul in the corner! Paul is stunned, and Saturn fires several punches into Hurricane's forehead with flat packing sounds. The shot then splits, and you can see the Angel Brothers backstage in the garage area of the SkyDome, looking for the Instigators. Then, into the shot, roars the limousine of the Instigators, which NAILS both of the Angel Brothers, they roll onto the hood and crumple it! The Angel Brothers lay unconscious on the concrete, and the Instigators come into the shot, and produce the same cuffs again, and cuff the men to one another. Laughing they head back out of the garage, and the shot goes to full screen with the fans booing loudly. Six blasts Hurricane in the stomach and then mounts the corner, and pounds Hurricane's forehead, and the ladies in the audience are screaming, begging for him to stop!]

Shane Ivo - Not the face! Hurricane's not just some dumb brawler! He makes a living with that face! Saturn Six is robbing him of his income!

Devon Solie - Well...Hurricane could always rent himself out as a Picasso, Shane.

Shane Ivo - HAHAHAHAHAHASHUT UP, SOLIE.

[In the ring, Six mashes a fist into Hurricane's head ten times, and then begins gnawing on Hurricane's forehead, and the ladies scream as he draws blood! Six hops down, and spits a gob of blood on the mat, and grins, showing bloody teeth. Hurricane staggers out of the corner, blood dripping down his face, and then falls on his stomach, looking dazed and confused. Six stomps the head of Paul Hurricane, and then grabs up the young man, and hoists him up over his head, and runs toward the ropes, flinging him out of the ring, over the mats outside, and tossing him into the front row, wiping out several fans in the process!]

Devon Solie - OH MY GOD!!

[The fans are scattering as Hurricane is unconscious on the concrete, and chanting HOLY *bleep* at the top of their lungs. Saturn Six steps through the ropes, warning the ref that he's MUCH lighter than Hurricane. The ref considers this as Saturn hops out of the ring, and grabs Hurricane up across the guardrail and lifts him in a suplex, and slams him gut first down across the guardrail! The crowd is cheering as Hurricane slumps down to the mats outside the ring. Saturn Six grabs Hurricane's head, and grinds his face into the mats outside the ring, smearing blood everywhere, snapping Hurricane's nose in the process!]

Shane Ivo - Somebody stop this idiot! God! He's flagrantly cheating and these beer swilling MORONS are cheering him!

[The IC champ gets up, laughing, and kicks Hurricane in the gut. He grabs up Paul Hurricane, and fires him with severe force at the ringpost! Paul bashes into it, and drops backwards. Saturn grabs up Paul, and rolls him back into the ring. Six steps through the ropes, and makes a cover on Hurricane. The fans are cheering as the ref makes the count!

1....









2.....




Thr--NO! Paul's hand feebly comes up and grabs the ropes! The ref stops the count, and Saturn Six grins widely.]

Austin Becker - This guy is a real raisin cake, guys, and Hurricane didn't do himself any favors continuing this beating he's getting.

[The fans are cheering as Six brings Hurricane to his feet and goes for a chop, but Paul Hurricane rakes Six's eyes! The fans boo as Hurricane immediately follows up with a stiff as hell front kick to Saturn Six's balls! Six drops to a knee looking pissed off. The fans are booing as Hurricane stagger-stumbles back to the corner, and collapses face first into the corner. Saturn Six is on his feet again and runs toward the corner and Hurricane must have been playing possum, because he dodges the avalanche, letting Saturn run headlong into the dog chain Hurricane wrapped around the turnbuckle! Saturn's head is busted open and he staggers backwards!]

Devon Solie - GOOD GOD! Saturn Six is busted wide open, blood is everywhere, and at the hands of his OWN chain, no less!

[Hurricane's eyes are wide and wild as he runs at Saturn Six and clotheslines the big man right off of his feet. Six looks like he's passing out from the pain...Hurricane runs into the corner and leaps off with a Tully Blanchard knee into the throat of Saturn Six! Six actually looks like he's been hit by a semi! Hurricane winces and gets to his feet. The ref is checking on Saturn Six, and Hurricane tosses a metal plate out of his kneepad to ringside!]

Shane Ivo - Again, the teammates think alike, and it's BRAINS over BRAWN!

[The fans begin booing as Hurricane walks over to the fallen IC champion, and grabs him up again, firing him at the corner with the chain, but Six reverses! Hurricane is hurtled toward the corner, but grabs the ref, and crushes the ref into the corner with the chain! The fans are booing as the ref passes out. Six is on one knee, still suffering from the shot from the top rope. Hurricane grins through the blood, and wraps the chain around his own fist! Saturn Six begins stalking over to Hurricane. Hurricane is breathing heavily, staring down at the mats, blood spattering onto the mat. Saturn is about to grab him, and Paul pivots around and throws a punch square into the face of Saturn Six! Six staggers back a step, and then spits one of his teeth down onto the mat!]

Austin Becker - I'm gonna paraphrase the great Arn Anderson here...If I decked a guy in the face with a chain and he spit out his own teeth with a grin, and that's IT? I'd run.

[Hurricane is shocked as Six grabs his fist, and bashes Hurricane in his own head with his own fist! Hurricane is dropped like slaughterhouse steer! The fans cheer, but then pop huge with boos and screams as the Instigators run down to the ring, carrying aluminum baseball bats! They slide into the ring, and slam Six in the back with the bats! Saturn Six drops as well, and Damian Cross tosses his bat out of the ring. Styles bashes Six in the neck with the bat, and Saturn cover's up, shouting with pain. Spinelli tosses the bat out of the ring, and brings Six to his feet, hooking his chin and dropping him down in a stiff as hell version of The Clip, a Rude Awakening style neckbreaker! Saturn is out cold, and the Instigators bring Paul to his feet, and point toward the corner. Paul nods, and staggers over to the turnbuckles as the Instigators leave the ring. Hurricane goes up top as the referee gets to his feet, blinking from the pain, and Paul leaps off with his finisher, a Sunset Flip from the top, and converts it midway into a forearm shot with the chain, bashing it into the face of Six, clutching his arm under his stomach as he makes the pin! The ref drops to his knees and makes the count, getting a three! Hurricane tosses the chain away before the ref notices, and staggers to the ropes, battered and bloody. The fans are booing and chanting YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!]

Holly Johnson - Here is your winner...and NEW WCWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION...Pretty PAUL HURRICANE!

["Pretty Boy" by M2M plays over the PA system, and Hurricane rolls out of the ring, and clutches the WCWF Intercontinental Title to his chest, grinning through the blood, and breathing heavily and looking a little loopy from the beating!]

Devon Solie - Hurricane didn't win this match so much as SURVIVED it!

Shane Ivo - Yeah, well, take a look at Saturn Six! He's the chump without the belt in the ring, in case you missed it...Paul Hurricane and the team...making waves tonight. HAHAHAHA!

[The shot shows the Instigators walking out, patting their World Titles, and slapping Paul Hurricane on the back as they head out of the arena.]

WINNER: Paul Hurricane
Hold: Sunset Flip to Pin

[Then the shot switches once more to show the announce table, where Shane Ivo is laughing and grinning, but Devon Solie looks like he's about to throw up. The fans are cheering wildly, and Austin Becker nods to a bunch of fans that are carrying a 'WE ALWAYS BELIEVED' sign and waving it like a massive banner in the upper bowl.]

Devon Solie - Folks, what you just saw was a ROBBERY at the hands of the Instigators and Paul Hurricane. At least Ron Starkey had the decency not to join in with that fraud we just witnessed!

Shane Ivo - Look, Solie, when you get your head out of your ass, you come talk to me...after a series of baths and mints of course...about what it takes to win. Because the FACT is that in the WCWF the wrestlers who talk the loudest about 'anything goes' are the first ones in SHOCK when it bites them in the ass. Saturn Six is an example of that. The wrestlers here have been in the dark too long...they've been swallowing Pop's 'fair play' crap for too long.

Devon Solie - Look, Shane, it's for everyone's own good that we have the rules we do...should every match end with a damned baseball bat?! That's hardly wrestling!

Austin Becker - Big Dev, the kid's got a damned point, and it ain't just the one on top of his pencil neck. There's men backstage who will do anything for the gold, if you're not willing to retaliate...if you're not willing to challenge at that level...well, get ready for beatings aplenty.

Devon Solie - Well, up next, the Instigators were told to wrestle at the Pay Per View by none other than the World Class Wrestling Federation's owner, Stang Ivo. He's been busy signing the contracts for the stipulations Highlander's been asking for for his match at Havoc. We're going to have a sit down with your father later in this broadcast, Shane. The Instigators handed the contracts in late last night, right before the zero hour, and looking at my sheet here...I can't believe what I'm seeing.

Shane Ivo - What do you mean?

Devon Solie - The team they've asked to show up...there's NO WAY we can get them back here...

Austin Becker - Stranger things have happened, Dev.

[The shot changes to show Holly Johnson, standing and smiling in the ring, and the fans are cheering as she brings up the microphone and begins announcing the match.]

Holly Johnson - Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and will be for the WCWF World Tag Team Titles...Introducing first, the challengers...from Gainesville, Florida...and Manhattan, New York...the team of STORM and SEAN CAGE!!

[The fans explode enough to tear the roof off of the SkyDome! But no music plays as two wrestlers walk out of the back wearing t-shirts reading "STORM" and "SEAN CAGE", and wearing Storm and Sean Cage Halloween masks! The fans begin booing the men as they head to the ring, talking to one another. The fans are booing as they enter and stand in the center of the ring stretching out.]

Holly Johnson - And their opponents...they are the WCWF Tag Team Champions of the World...From New York City, New York....From Atlanta, Georgia...Styles Spinelli...Damian Cross...The INSTIGATORS!

[The fans are booing as both men come out of the back wearing their wrestling gear and laughing as they walk out of the backstage area to the blaring 'Sabotage' by the Beastie Boys. The fans are chanting 'YOU SUCK!' as they walk past, and Cross and Spinelli get into the ring in tandem, and Cross stands in the ring to start the match.]

Devon Solie - I knew we wouldn't be seeing Storm OR Sean Cage here in the WCWF. I knew that these two wouldn't put their belts on the line against a real team!

[Damian walks forward and slaps the hell out of 'Storm' and hooks his neck, bringing him into the center of the ring, raining forearm shots down to the back of the counterfeit Storm, dropping him to a knee. The fans are booing as Cross brings him back up, then walks backward towards the Instigators corner, and tags in Styles Spinelli. The fans are booing as Spinelli steps in, grinning, and fires a stiff shot into the ribs of Storm, slugging him as hard as he can! 'Storm' staggers away, coughing and Spinelli runs forward and drags the man down to the mat with a Ricky Steamboat armdrag, slamming him down, and locking on an arm bar! The fans are booing as Spinelli grinds an elbow under the man's pec, and laughing, shouting 'YEAH?! IS THIS ALL YOU GOT?!' Spinelli drops a forearm over the man's neck, and makes a cover. The ref comes over, and slaps the mat for two, but Spinelli brings his head up at the three, shaking his head and yelling 'No! He's too damned tough!']

Devon Solie - Come on! Let's just have this farce over with! God! This is sick.

Shane Ivo - Wow! I've never seen Storm manhandled so EASILY...Tsk. Must be ring rust.

[The crowd cheers as the fake Sean Cage runs in the ring, and stomps on Spinelli's head, running back to their corner as the ref yells at him. Fake Storm tries to get up, crawling toward the neutral corner, but Spinelli grabs his ankle, and reaches out slapping the hand of Damian Cross. Cross stares down at the man's back, and leaps up dropping a Bret Hart forearm down across 'Storm's' head. The fans boo as he straddles the guy's back and slams a few brutal punches into the back of his head.]

Austin Becker - Those mixed martial arts mounted punches are devastating, and Cross is a tough sumbitch, that's for sure!

[Cross grabs the man up again, and snap suplexes him to the Instigators corner, and tags in Spinelli. Spinelli steps into the ring, and stomps on the head of 'Storm' and Cross runs at the fake Sean Cage, who steps into the ring, but the ref is blocking him. While his back is turned, Spinelli has the fake Storm's throat across the bottom rope and is using the top rope, pulling up like a bowstring as he stands on the back of 'Storm's' neck with both feet!]

Devon Solie - Al Simmons is distracted by Cross, and we see again why the Instigators are notorious here in the WCWF...they are just without any sense of shame at all.

Austin Becker - Cutting that ring in half, and isolating team members, that's the name of the game, Solie, now that's a little overboard, sure...but what the hell did you expect?!

[The fans are booing wildly as Spinelli boots 'Storm' to the outside, and follows, grinning cockily. He yanks 'Storm' to his feet, and hooks him in an easy side headlock, pounding punches into the top of his head. Spinelli grabs the cameraman with his free hand, bringing the shot close.]

Styles Spinelli - Boy, your DADDY is watching you right now! Your DADDY AND MOMMY are watching and hiding their faces...do you want to quit now? Have some self respect, LOSER!

[Spinelli clamps the chin of 'Storm' and delivers The Clip to him!]

Devon Solie - OH MY GOD! Spinelli with The Clip, and the fake 'Storm' is unconscious! The crowd here is deafening, and Spinelli is--What the hell is he doing?

[Spinelli rolls into the ring, and stands up brushing off his hands pointing out of the ring at the unconscious 'Storm'. Cross and 'Sean Cage' are brawling outside, and Cross NAILS 'Cage' with the Crosstown Traffic over the guardrail! The fans are booing as the ref ends the outside of the ring count, and Spinelli raises a fist as the ref motions for the bell. The fake 'Storm' is unconscious on the mats outside the ring, and Cross and Spinelli collect their belts and head out of the arena, dapping their Instigator sign with each other. The fans are booing and throwing garbage as the Instigators leave the arena.]

Devon Solie - That was...well...that was EXACTLY what we can expect from the Instigators...they're just pretending to be champions, putting their titles on the line against a pair of men who don't have faces of their own!

Austin Becker - I'm sure they have faces, Solie...Those are just masks...

Devon Solie - Oh come on, I KNOW that, Beck--Oh, I get it...well the Instigators won this one without a single chairshot or baseball bat..but I'd like to add that those bastards ran over the only tag team in the house tonight, the Angel Brothers.

Holly Johnson - Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners and STILL WCWF World Tag Team Champions...The INSTIGATORS!

[The booing continues as the cameraman takes a look at the medical staff rushing down to ringside to help the fake 'Storm'. The crowd is booing and looking on concernedly at the fallen wrestler.]

WINNER: The Instigators
Hold: The Clip to Count Out Disqualification

[The fans are cheering as the cameras go to the ramp area, where Maya Marcus is standing and grinning beneath the WorldTron and the Instigators take a side aisle instead of the main way out to the ear-splitting cacophony of the Toronto fans. The fans then cheer as Maya brings up the mic and smiles to the cameraman who walks up to her.]

Maya Marcus - Fans, I am awaiting a Superstar that's coming out for a match in just a few moments...While we've been watching this supercard with great interest to see who's gonna come out on top in our Title Matches, but tonight's next match is about more than mere titles, it's about honor...and cowardice. Introducing...from Nome, Alaska....RED WOLF!

["Of Wolf and Man" by Metallica begins playing over the PA system as well as the chorus of wolves howling as Red Wolf comes out of the backstage area wearing his oxblood colored leather vest and red leather pants with his face makeup. In the sea of red is a bright yellow industrial tub with splashes of yellow adorning it. Red Wolf's eyes are alight and his mouth wide with a grin. He holds up the bucket, and the fans roar their approval.]

Maya Marcus - Red Wolf! You've obviously come prepared here tonight...That bucket is filled with paint, bright yellow, and is this going to be what you're gonna paint Big Smack Scott with tonight?

[Wolf howls, and his fans howl along with him!]

Red Wolf - HOOOOWWWWLLLLLL! Helllo TORONTO!

[The fans pop huge for that and Wolf nods to them.]

Red Wolf - It's not every day you get to see this kind of a match just before a World Title Match. And this? This ain't just any paint, Maya...This is Blackfriar...ROAD PAINT...this is the stuff they put on highways in ARIZONA and that's FOR KEEPS! AHAHAHAHA!

Maya Marcus - But, tonight, you face off with the muscled monster Big Smack Scott...can you win against a man his size?

[Wolf arches an eyebrow, and then flexes once, his massive body ripped as well. He shrugs, and snickers.]

Red Wolf - Well, Maya, there's not really a SHORTAGE of muscles over here, either...but I got the one thing he does--

[From nowhere, Big Smack Scott runs out of the backstage area, and smashes Red Wolf in the head with a chair! The fans are booing as Wolf is dropped to the ramp, and the yellow paint splashes down to the concrete and onto the steel ramp. Maya scrambles to get out of the way as Scott drops down, dropping the chair, and bashes the face of Red Wolf with several stiff as hell punches. The crowd is booing and chanting 'BIG SUCK SCOTT' as he pummels Red Wolf!]

Devon Solie - GOOD LORD! The crowd here is going wild, and Big Smack Scott has just Pearl Harbored Red Wolf from behind, knocking him down to the ramp, here and--GOOD LORD!

[Wolf reaches up, and rakes the eyes of Scott with a handful of yellow paint! The crowd is cheering as Scott howls with fury and rolls off of Wolf, rubbing at his yellow face, and Wolf begins fist fighting with him and they brawl down the ramp toward the ring. Big Smack Scott is furious, but Wolf's shots are busting him over and over again. The crowd is chanting RED WOLF at the top of their lungs as Wolf backs Scott into the apron of the ring, and then forearm shivers him down to a seated position. The fans cheer as Wolf looks up and howls with a mad grin on his face.]

Devon Solie - Red Wolf knocks back Scott! This is just a brawl, and is this the match? Or are they just fighting for no reas-OH NO!

[Scott takes advantage of Red Wolf's momentary lapse of attention, and crushes his groin with a forearm shot! Wolf drops to the mat clutching himself and Scott gets to his feet, blood trickling down from under one eye, and wincing with pain. His face has a bright yellow streak running across it, and Scott realizes this and stomps over the guardrail and grabs a steel chair, spinning around and smashing Red Wolf in the back of the head with the chair! Wolf is unconscious on the mats outside the ring, and Scott is breathing heavily as he throws the dented chair aside as hard as he can. He walks up the ramp and grabs the bucket of road paint! The crowd is booing as he yells at the fans to shut the hell up, and then winces and laughs hard. He turns back to walk toward the ring, and Wolf is up again and runs up the ramp, and SPEARS Scott's gut, both men sailing off the ramp to the concrete below, the paint arcing up in the air, and flashbulbs going off all over the arena! The fans are chanting HOLY *bleep* as the pair crash down through several speaker cases into a stack of speakers that explode out in a shower of sparks!]

Austin Becker - GOOD GOD! These fans have said it all here, big Dev! This is NOT over, not by a damned sight! Man! Look at the ramp!

Shane Ivo - Look at Big SUCK SCOTT! HAHAHAHA! He looks like he's got friggin' jaundice! HAHAHAHAHA!

Austin Becker - Man, that paint AIN'T COMING OFF, that's for sure!

Devon Solie - Red Wolf and Big Smack Scott...the Gold Coast Soldiers and Red Wolf's war has JUST BEGUN, and this opening skirmish has taken its toll on BOTH SIDES! MAN! The strength of Red Wolf is out of this world!

[The medical teams are rushing to go help the pair, smoke rising from all around them. Red Wolf has road paint on his hands, but Scott has paint all over his face from Red Wolf clawing at his eyes filled with the permanent paint! The fans are cheering wildly as the shot changes back to the announce desk.]

Devon Solie - This wasn't even a match, this was a brawl, and neither man can really be called the winner, here. But look at the face of Big Smack Scott...this guy has been painted...

Austin Becker - I think the yellow streak was supposed to be up and down his back, but that will do for Red Wolf, I bet!

Shane Ivo - Man, he thought he was going to beat Wolf with a CHAIR?! You can't beat a guy like Red Wolf, a guy with a skull made of concrete and brains of oatmeal, by HITTING HIM IN THE HEAD!

Devon Solie - Well, let's see what the ref says about this one...

[The shot goes to referee Al Simmons in the ring, looking serious. He brings up a microphone.]

Al Simmons - Ladies and gentlemen, as Big Smack Scott began the match without the bell, attacking Red Wolf outside of the confines of the ring to begin with, it is our ruling that RED WOLF is the WINNER OF THIS MATCH!

[The fans roar and cheer as 'Of Wolf and Man' plays over the PA system and the shot switches to show Holly Johnson standing in the ring.]


WINNER: Red Wolf

Hold: N/A Disqualification


[The fabulous Holly Johnson stands in the ring, and flashbulbs go off all over the arena as the lights dim and a spotlight flares down on her. The crowd is cheering wildly as Holly smiles into the camera. The rumble of the fans is ominous as she brings up the microphone.]

Holly Johnson - Ladies and gentlemen, OUR MAIN EVENT of the EVENING is scheduled for one fall..and will be for the WCWF HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD!!

[The fans go ballistic, and the lighting in the arena being low it looks like a bottled lightning storm all around the ring.]

Holly Johnson - Introducing first the challenger...from Northwest London, England...He is the commissioner of the WCWF....accompanied to the ring by his trainer and manager, Victoria Faye....JUNIOR DRE!!

[The crowd begins cheering even before "Northwest Soldja" begins playing over the PA system, and pyro blasts out of the rampway. The WorldTron fills with shots of Dre landing the NWO on just about everyone he's ever faced, and the crowd is getting pumped. The crowd is clapping and cheering as Junior Dre and Faye walk out of the backstage area. Dre is dressed in black trunks and white kneepads and black boots, he's wearing wrestling gear with an IMMORTAL SOLDJAS t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off and sliced down the sides. Faye is hot as she's wearing a nearly see through sheer lace top and a leather mini skirt. The crowd wolf whistles and cheers as Dre gets into the ring, and jumps on the post raising his fists! The crowd chants and chants and Dre makes a belt gesture around his waist, and tosses his t-shirt out to the gathered crowd! The fans scream and chant, and Holly continues announcing.]

Holly Johnson - And introducing his opponent...the reigning WCWF World Heavyweight Champion...From Detroit, Michigan...MACK BOLAN!

["I Stand Alone" by Godsmack begins playing over the PA system, and the crowd pops loud enough to sound like static. The SkyDome is electrified as flashblubs pop all over the arena and Mack Bolan walks out from the backstage area with the World Title around his waist. He's wearing black fatigue pants and black combat boots with a white skull PAINTED on his chest. His face is bruised up, and he's wearing a plaster over his right eye. He limps toward the ring, fists and wrists taped up. The WorldTron shows Bolan's fight against Dre, and his matches from the past. The crowd is cheering as he heads to the ring.]

Devon Solie - Bolan is here, and he looks like he's still suffering from his injuries Monday Night. This is looking like it's gonna be one HELL of a match here, folks! MAN! I don't know if Bolan's going to make it...

Austin Becker - This is professional wrestling...This is the epitome of the world of playing HURT. Mr. Bolan is the World Champion, and he's just getting ready to defend what's his: the WCWF World Heavyweight Championship.
[Bolan gets in the ring, and hands the belt to a tech. The crowd is cheering, buzzing wildly as Mack cracks his neck back and forth from shoulder to shoulder, and slapping his shoulders. The ref motions for the bell, and Dre and Bolan rush each other, colliding in the center of the ring in a shuddering collar and elbow! Bolan is breathing hard as Dre hooks his neck, and hiptosses him in a judo-style hiptoss to the mat, following up with a high jumping elbow across the champ's jaw! The fans cheer as Dre gets up, and drops another elbow!]

Devon Solie - Bolan looks like he's struggling here, following the beating he received at the hands of the Watcher's Union. Dre has no problem taking advantage of this.

Shane Ivo - *snicker*

Devon Solie - Yes, Shane?

Shane Ivo - Nothing. Nothing.

[Dre straddles Bolan's chest, and fires down several punches into the forehead of Bolan, and the bandage begins darkening with a blood spot, then begins sliding off of Mack's face as the blood begins pouring again! The crowd is chanting MACK MACK MACK as Dre makes a cover. The ref slides over, and gets a two and a half, and Bolan shoves out of the pin.]

Austin Becker - Looks like Junior Dre has Bolan at a disadvantage.

Shane Ivo - *giggle*

Devon Solie - Shane? You got something to add here.

Shane Ivo - Oh...Don't mind me, Devon.

[Dre gets up, and brings Bolan to his feet, and reverse knife chops him in his chest, and Bolan staggers backwards into the corner. Junior Dre runs forward and forearm shots the bloody Bolan in the cheek. Victoria slaps the mat, grinning and hooting for her man. The fans are cheering and Dre hooks the neck of Bolan, and sets him up on the top turnbuckle. The crowd is still cheering as Dre twirls his finger, indicating a DDT, but Bolan slams five quick shots in either side of Junior's ribs, and Dre doesn't look like he was prepared for them, and drops to his back. Bolan leaps out of the corner while Dre's in the air! and drops an elbow across Junior's neck! The fans are cheering as Bolan makes a cover!]

Devon Solie - WOW! Bolan fighting out of that high-risk move, and Bolan with a cover!

[The ref slides over, and Dre kicks out at two! Bolan rolls off, and uses the ropes to get to his feet. He's already breathing hard, and blood is streaming down his face. Dre kips up to his feet, looking fresh as a daisy! Dre shakes his head, grinning at Bolan. Junior runs at Mack Bolan, and Bolan leaps up and over him in a split, dropping to his stomach, and then mule kicking backwards as Dre hits the ropes, sending him up and over, and colliding with Vicky Faye! The fans boo as Bolan gets back up, weaving back and forth. Dre is up in a flash looking at Faye, who got nearly knocked out by his knees. She's wincing and trying to get back to her feet. Bolan runs forward, and baseball slides into Dre's back, forcing him to crush Faye into the guardrail! Dre drops to his back, wincing, and Vicki is knocked out cold! The crowd is white hot as Bolan ascends the post!]

Austin Becker - Bolan is fighting wounded, here, but he's going up top nonetheless! He's the DEFINITION of the word: CHAMPION! I have never seen a man with such guts!

[Bolan leaps from the top, and HAMMERS Dre's head with a splash from the top to the outside! The fans chant HOLY *bleep* as Dre seemingly is knocked out, and Bolan is fishtailing on the mats outside the ring, bucking with pain. The crowd is chanting for both men, but Dre is barely back up to his feet, blood now flowing from a cut on his brow, and his nose has definitely been broken. Dre gets up again, and looks down with rage at Victoria Faye's unconscious body. He looks at her with concern then up at the ref who's making the countout, and he grabs up Bolan and rolls back into the ring.]

Shane Ivo - There's your 'Soldja'...HAHAhA! He's a wifebeater, and he abandons her when she's in trouble...typical thug.

Devon Solie - I think this decision may come back to haunt-OH MY GOD!!

[Dre gets Bolan to his feet, and slams him in the jaw with several European Uppercuts and hooks his neck, but Bolan fires Dre up and over in a backdrop. The crowd is cheering as both men are stunned on the mat! The fans clap and cheer, and then begin booing as the Instigators run down to ringside, and grab the unconscious Vicky Faye! The crowd is booing, and Dre is wincing with pain, and can't see what's going on.]

Devon Solie - Those...those MONSTERS...they've taken Vicky Faye...and I don't know what's going to happen to---

[Dre gets back to his feet, and looks to ringside, blood smeared over his face. Meanwhile, Vicky Faye, stunned and groggy is at the top of the ramp, with Styles Spinelli and Damian Cross. Junior Dre grabs up Bolan, and fires several uppercuts into the jaw of Bolan and hooks his neck for the Northwest Overdose again---]

Styles Spinelli - AHEM.

[Dre stops and looks up to the top of the ramp, and notices the Instigators...the crowd is booing as Spinelli smirks at Dre. Junior Dre looks up at them, shivering with rage and fury, and Styles shakes his head.]

Styles Spinelli - It's simple, Junior...you get a choice...You can either Overdose the World Champ, and take the gold....Or you can come get the girl, and the Instigators are going to lay your ass out and rob you of the match...but...

[Styles takes a peek down the front of Vicki's shirt, and smirks.]

Styles Spinelli - I don't blame you if you come up here...But if you pin Bolan...I'm gonna CLIP THIS BITCH!

[Spinelli drops the mic and hooks Faye's neck.]

Devon Solie - WHAT?! What the hell is he doing?! Spinelli is a bastard! A low down, no good bastard!

[The fans are booing as Dre stares up at them, and then looks back at the fallen Bolan. Dre flips off the Instigators, and grabs Bolan up, blasting him over and over with shots to the jaw, and then Overdosing the hell out of him! A pin, and Dre gets the win! And as soon as Dre gets up, Spinelli jumps up and delivers the Clip to Faye on the steel! The crowd boos though some of them are cheering as the ref raises Dre's hand! Faye is now unconscious on the ramp, and the Instigators are standing on the platform, miming jerking off on her body! The fans are booing, screaming for blood, and Dre doesn't even wait to collect the title, before running up the ramp toward the Instigators! When he reaches the ramp, a hand reaches up with a broom handle, and trips him up, and he whips down to the steel, smashing his face into the metal!]

Devon Solie - What the hell?! Who the hel--I DON'T BELIEVE IT!

[From under the ramp, tossing aside the handle, is The Celtic Warrior! The crowd is half-cheering, half-booing as Warrior rolls onto the rampway, and stands over the fallen Junior Dre. He's wearing a black, gold, and green TEAM IVO jersey, and stands over Junior Dre. The Instigators walk over slowly, and spit down on Dre, laughing, then they hit Instigator signs with The Celtic Warrior! The fans are booing, and flashing pictures.]

Devon Solie - I don't believe this! I don't believe that the Team is--where are you going Shane?

[Shane Ivo leaves the broadcast area, and reaches under the table, putting on a Team Ivo jersey, bringing with him a microphone. The fans are booing and throwing garbage as he heads to the fallen World Champion, looking pissed off.]

Shane Ivo - You idiots need to SHUT YOUR MOUTHS. Devon, Austin...KISS MY ASS, I QUIT! I've had ENOUGH of your mouths running, telling lies, and burying a REAL MAN with your nonsense. So, I'm DONE with announcing...my talent lies in MANAGEMENT. HAHAHAHA! Mr. Dre? Hey! Mr. Dre?

[Junior Dre barely manages to look up as the Instigators and TCW are stomping the hell out of him. The fans are booing and flashing pics of what's going on. Dre's hand comes up, reaching for Faye, and Spinelli stamps down on it.]

Shane Ivo - Don't worry about her! We've done all we need to do! You just wanted to act like a big spoiled baby and take something that doesn't belong to you: The World Title. So, you're getting something ELSE that doesn't belong to you: This beating! AHHAAHAHA! See, TCW is the Number One Contender...I've filed it with the board of selectors...see, I'm GOOD with paperwork, you understand "CHAMP"...Your ass better be ready, because at War of the Worlds, you're facing off with THE TOTAL CHAMPION. Don't get used to the World Title around your waist.

[Team Ivo laughs and Ivo drops the mic down on the back of Junior Dre as they leave the arena, and the pay per view ends, with the announce team struck speechless.]

WINNER: Junior Dre

Hold: N.W.O.