WCWF SummerSlaughter 2006, Citrus Bowl, Orlando, FL - May 28th

[You tune to iNDemand Network, and wait for the Pay Per View extravaganza to begin, and the screen fades to black. The shot begins with a slow motion shot of Flair and Aries in the top of the Tower of Pain, Flair shaking his head, covered in blood back and forth.]

Announcer – Monday Night Havoc…ReBirth…Ric Flair wins the WCWF World Heavyweight Title in the Tower of Pain…

[The shot fades to black and white, and then bleeds down the screen to a shot of E-Unit and Brian Light’s match at Havoc, where Light gets the three count and the victory. The shot again turns black and white, then bleeds down the front of the screen.]

Announcer – Monday Night Havoc…Brian Light gains the win over E-Unit in a tremendous battle of wills…

[Then, a shot of the Party Crashers walking through the WCWF Headquarters with baseball bats, smashing people over the head, knocking down wrestlers backstage, and their brutal attack on Highlander on the ramp. Then, it shows Highlander watching as Shane and The Celtic Warrior leaving the building just before another beat-down was to take place.]

Announcer – The Party Crashers…masked men with one goal: to run wild over the WCWF, and destroy its owner…Stang Ivo…

[Then the shot bleeds down the screen slowly to black, and the WCWF logo proudly spinning in the background. It flies forward, and the screen fills with a high shot of the Citrus Bowl in Orlando, Florida, where the fans are on the infield and packed all the way to the lights in the stands. It’s a bright and sunny Orlando afternoon, and the crowd is just berserk. There’s signs aplenty as the camera shot jumps to show fans waving ‘STANG: MIA???’ signs, and waving Horsemen foam fingers. The crowd is cheering at the top of their lungs as the cameras pan across the front row, wearing TOTAL CHAMPION shirts, and some are wearing FIRESTARTER shirts. The crowd is intense as the shot then changes to show the announce team, and there’s two massive LCD screens on either end of the stadium, showing the broadcast for the fans who can’t see the action on the ground. When Devon Solie, Austin Becker, and Shane Ivo appear on the screen the roar is deafening, vibrating the speakers in your television set. The crowd’s going berserk as Devon grins into the camera, looking exhausted, but the bandage on his forehead seems to be a bit smaller than the one from Between the Ropes. Austin Becker is sitting, leaning back and grinning to the fans beneath the announce position, and they’re just going wild. Shane Ivo’s wearing a Highlander ONLY ONE jersey! The fans are shocked as Shane looks serious and stares into the camera.]

Devon Solie – Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to SummerSlaughter 2006!

[Gold and white pyro blasts out of the WorldTron, and a blast of pyro explodes from the ring, arcing over the crowd with a loud report. The fans cheer wildly, and they just can’t seem to reduce their elation at the return of the WCWF to the airwaves.]

Devon Solie – Folks, we’re coming to you live from the nearly sold-out Citrus Bowl in Orlando, Florida on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. I’m joined here by Shane Ivo, and Austin Becker. And let me say, welcome back to the both of you!

Austin Becker – Dev, it’s great to be here, and let me just apologize for not being there Tuesday when those jackals came to call. Had I been there…

Devon Solie – Luce, it’s fine. But I don’t know what you could have done against these five men. Look, Tuesday, war was declared on the WCWF, and a blow was struck against the very foundation of this wrestling federation, our owner Stang Ivo. Mr. Ivo has not been seen on WCWF or Skyline Sports broadcasts since the attack by the Party Crashers. He’s been missing in action, as it were. Shane, any though—

Shane Ivo – Solie, tonight, we’re going to talk turkey, okay? Tuesday, I left the building because I put faith in Junior Dre and Highlander. I put my father’s health in their hands! Now, I can see that I must have been ‘shrooming, because those two jobbers couldn’t stop a watch.

Devon Solie – But you’re wearing a Highlander t-shir-

Shane Ivo – You know how people wore Mets caps, t-shirts, and waved Mets pennants when they faced the Yankees, even when their own teams had been beat?! Well, I hate the Party Crashers, I hate them. And I simply think that it’s good business sense to back a man who has as much to prove to himself as Highlander against them. I know the match will truly be decided later on, but I’m in Highlander’s corner no matter what!

Devon Solie – Well, that’s a bit of convoluted logic…But I’m on your side, Shane. It’s never been my way to call for someone to get injured in our sport, but I gotta say that it’s going to be a REAL pleasure to see Highlander and his partner beat the holy hell out of those bastards.

Austin Becker – Good lord, Dev, calm down!

Devon Solie – Sorry, folks, but that’s how I feel…Up first tonight, we’re going to have a match that was demanded after last Monday Night Havoc. Lets take a look at what happened:

Devon Solie – That shot was just sick, guys. But we know for a fact that it wasn’t that that gave Light his win over Jackson on Monday. This feud between Morbius and Jackson began with that chairshot, and so tonight, our first match is…well…take a look for yourself!

[The shot changes to show the ring, where the ropes have been replaced with barbed wire. Strands of wire have been strung up between the posts, looking like spider webbing. The posts have turnbuckles, the only protective surface in the entire ring. The crowd is murmuring as the techs begin wheeling out aluminum trash cans filled to the brim with all sorts of weapons; bats, hacksaws, brooms, mops, every kind of conceivable gear that can be used to wound a man are all around the ring. Then, a few techs, start throwing all sorts of weapons into the ring. The fans cheer as Holly Johnson appears on the WorldTron and the massive LCD screens over the arena. She’s wearing a stunning pearlescent evening gown with a feather neck appliqué…she has never looked better in all of her days in the WCWF, and she brings up the mic to announce the first match of the night.]



Holly Johnson – Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Barbed Wire Rope, Weapons match! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida…ACE JACKSON!!

[“Going Down” by Young Joc begins playing over the PA system, and the fans are going berserk in the stands. Ace Jackson walks out, wearing a tattered sleeveless hoodie, black and white camouflage pants, and his fists taped up to his elbows. He looks out to the ring, pissed off scowl crossing his face as he raises his fists in the air. The fans are cheering as he tromps down the ramp toward the barbed wire strewn ring. The crowd is on their feet snapping pictures as he grabs the top of the barbed wire, and swings over the top into the ring. He walks to the center, and raises both fists. Pyro blasts out behind him in a big ‘V’.]

Holly Johnson – And his opponent, from Salem, Massachusetts…MORBIUS!

[“Bite the Hand That Bleeds” by Fear Factory begins playing over the PA system, and strobe lights flash around the darkened entryway. The fans are chanting Morbius’ name as he walks down the ramp toward the ring. He’s dressed in a flannel sleeveless hoodie with the hood up, and pulled down like a cowl around his face. Morbius gets to the ring, and walks up the stairs with a dead expression on his face, a serious look in his eyes. He grabs the top of the barbed wire, and we can see that he has tape all around his fists. But he grabs the wire and uses it to vault over and into the ring. There’s spots of blood on his palms as he stands in the corner, and stares over at Ace Jackson.]

Devon Solie – It looks like Jackson decided to leave Sarah backstage after all, folks. I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t put anyone I loved in a position to be damaged by that unforgiving barbed wire…And Morbius is already proven to be a man who doesn’t care who he hurts out there.

Shane Ivo – You know what, Devon? With all the fuss between the Party Crashers and the rest of the WCWF, I haven’t had much time to focus on watching out for Felt interests. See, Morbius thinks that by skulking on the sidelines, by sitting it out and watching, that he can just strike at random whenever he wants. He wants to bite a crumb from the plate of Brian Light? Fine! But when you lay hands on a member of the Felt, when you hit a woman from behind with a chair, you DESERVE to get beat down.

Austin Becker – Look, I understand how pissed someone can get when their wife, their valet, or whatever…gets messed with. But when you accompany someone down to the ring, you enter into the agreement that you’re not just walking down there as eye candy…and if you get involved in a match, you’d better be DAMNED sure you’re ready to pay the consequences.

Devon Solie – I don’t care who you are, Becker, you just don’t hit a lady with a damned chair! This one’s underway!

[The bell rings, and Jackson grins evilly as he reaches down and picks up a baseball bat. The crowd is rumbling as Morbius reaches down and grabs an axe-handle. They both run at each other, and Morbius brings the wood down onto Jackson, who ducks to the side, and hits a grand slam across the ribs of Morbius! The fans groan in sympathetic pain as Morbius drops to the mat, clutching at his ribs with the axe handle across his chest. The crowd is going wild as Ace Jackson slams the bat down across the back of Morbius’ head, dropping him face first to the mats!]

Devon Solie – Jackson teeing off there, just nailing Morbius in the back of the head! The crowd here in Orlando has gone nuts for Jackson!

Shane Ivo – Tell the truth, Solie, it’s because of his affiliation with the Felt that makes him a hot commodity! Nothing else in this business matters when you have a Family watching your back. Ask Bret Hart, ask Moondog, ask any number of wrestlers who traveled in a pack. And it just so happens that the Felt, the Lords of the Ring, are the VERY best there is in the game today.

[In the ring, Jackson tosses the bat aside, and Morbius is clutching the back of his head, trying to get up, but failing miserably. Ace slams the bat down across Morbius’ back, and Morbius lays on the mat, writhing in pain. The fans are chanting, trying to rouse Morbius with their cheering, but he’s just laying face down and driving a fist down into his lower back, grinding it into his coccyx, trying to rub out the pain. Jackson drops the bat, and points at the barbed wire, ginning. The fans are screaming as Jackson drives a boot down into the back of Morbius’ head! He grabs him from the mat, and fires him into the barbed wire!]

Devon Solie – GOOD LORD! Morbius is going into the wire!

[Morbius stops short of the wire, grabbing the top of it with his hands, driving the barbs into his hands, but not getting a chest full of wire. Jackson roars with rage and runs forward with a double axe handle, but Morbius checks over his shoulder with a glance, and sidesteps! The fans scream in horror as Morbius drop toe holds the running man down face first into the wire!]

Shane Ivo – NO!

Austin Becker – Aw! That’s gotta hurt!

[Jackson barely covers up, so the top of his bald head is slashed open as well as his forearms. The crowd is chanting ‘HOLY *bleep*’ at the top of their lungs as Jackson lays on the mat writhing in pain. The fans cheer as Morbius slowly gets back to his feet, and stomps down into the middle of Jackson’s back! He reaches down and pulls up Jackson from the mat, his face covered in blood and his tape shredded and bleeding. Morbius fires a punch into Jackson’s forehead, leaving a bloody swatch on his own taped fist, and then hooks his neck, and drops him to the mat in a snap DDT. Jackson is laying down face first on the mat, and Morbius sits back up, staring out into space. He gets up, and Jackson is up to all fours.]

Devon Solie – Morbius is trying to regain the upper hand, here. But Jackson doesn’t seem to be out of this match yet.

Shane Ivo – Of course he’s not! This is Ace Jackson…the Vendetta…a member of the Felt, and one of the baddest men on the planet! Now, he’s going to drop an ass-whooping down on that carny!

[The fans cheer as both men get back up, and begin firing punches into each other’s faces! They’re brawling in the ring, until Jackson grabs Morbius and locks up with him. Jackson drops Morbius down into a side headlock, and then runs forward and bulldogs Morbius down to the mat as hard as he can! Morbius is laying face first on the mat, and Jackson, bloody and wounded, sits up with a snap. Blood drizzles down his face, and he grins. He gets back to his feet as Morbius tries to get back to his own. Jackson reaches down and grabs a barbed wire wrapped 2x4, and swings it back and forth idly.]

Devon Solie – I have a feeling that this one’s about to get ugly, here, guys. Jackson’s just beginning his revenge on Morbius.

Shane Ivo – Austin, you were saying something about ‘getting what you deserve’ when you step into the ring…

Austin Becker – You’re damned right, Shane. Morbius knew what he was getting into when he signed up for this fiasco…this is going to get wicked, here. This match is not going to leave either man in one piece.

[Morbius looks up, his eyes filled with malice as Jackson just brings the board down across the back of his neck! The board slams into his neck, cushioned by the hoodie, but still raggedly coming off, bloody and shredded. Jackson laughs, and his glee is masked in blood. He brings up the board again, and Morbius slams a fist into Jackson’s groin! The crowd groans in sympathetic pain as Jackson drops to a knee. Morbius gets back up, and grabs a hammer! The crowd is just going nuts as Morbius slams the hammer down into the back of Jackson’s head! Jackson collapses to the mat, clutching his head. Morbius tosses the hammer over his shoulder, and it bounces off the mat, laying on its side. Morbius stomps the back of Jackson’s head, and then pulls him up off the mats again. Jackson’s staggering, and Morbius fires him into the ropes again! Jackson turns just in time to take a backful of barbed wire.

Jackson writhes on the mat, his back lacerated up and down. Morbius slams a boot down into his back, and another, and finally jumps up, and drives his elbow down into the back of Jackson’s head. He rolls Jackson over, and the ref comes over and slaps the mat twice, but Jackson powers out of the attempt. Morbius is nonplussed as he grabs Jackson from the mat. But Ace fires a few punches into the ribs of Morbius, and then clotheslines him down to the mat! Both men are on the mat, struggling to get up. Morbius gets back up, as Jackson is too weary to get back to his feet. Morbius grabs him from the mat, and then fires him into the barbed wire with a whip that sends him face first into the wire!]

Devon Solie – GOOD GOD! Jackson went face first into the wire! He didn’t even cover up!

[The fans cheer as Morbius walks backward to the other side of the ring. He runs forward, and delivers a missile dropkick into Jackson’s ass that drives his face further into the wire! The crowd screams as Jackson slumps, blood showering down to the mat. Morbius grabs his leg, and drags him to the center of the ring, and rolling him over for the pin! The ref looks horrified as he slaps the mat once…








….twice…







NO! Jackson shoulders out of the pin with a weak shove. The fans pop huge and Morbius’ eyes are wide with shock, then narrow with what looks like pleasure. He gets to his feet, and kicks Jackson in the head! Jackson rolls onto his back, blood pooling around his head, and Morbius walks over and grabs the hacksaw! The fans are chanting ‘HOLY *bleep*’ as he walks over to the bloody and half-conscious Jackson. Morbius straddles the chest of Jackson and holds up the hacksaw!]

Devon Solie – GOOD GOD! NO! Somebody get in there!

Shane Ivo – Who the hell put a hacksaw in the ring?! This is unbelievable! The lengths the staff here would go to to screw Jackson out of a win!

[The fans are cheering as Morbius brings it down to Jacksons forehead. He then slashes in a quick move across it with the hacksaw, and blood arcs up from Jackson. Jackson’s face is contorted with pain as the blood flows freely and streams down his face. The ref is checking Jackson, and Morbius makes another cover! The ref slaps the mat, but only gets the barest wisp of a two-count! Jackson shoulders out of the pin with a little more force this time!]

Devon Solie – GOOD GOD! Jackson is beaten, draggled out there! There’s no give in this man!

Shane Ivo – YOU’RE DAMNED RIGHT!

[Morbius looks like he’s losing his temper, and grabs Jackson from the mat! The fans are chanting Morbius’ name as he hoists up Jackson, runs across the ring, and slams him down into the mat with the Revealations! The crowd cheers as Morbius gets back up, and looks down at Jackson…He makes a cover.

…1…







….2…






NO!! Jackson kicks out again! Morbius’ eyes widen with wonder, and then he rises from his knees and walks over to the hacksaw again! Jackson is struggling to even get to a seated position, blood streaming out of his face. He falls face-first onto the mat, blood pooling around his face. The crowd is cheering as the ref goes over and backs Morbius off of Jackson. The ref shakes his head and motions for the timekeeper! The fans boo as the ref gets Morbius off of Jackson, and yells at him, telling him that he’s won. The bell rings, and the crowd is cheering as Morbius drops the hacksaw, and laughs down to the now-unconscious Jackson. The ref looks disgusted as he raises Morbius’ fist in the air.]

Devon Solie – The ref has stopped this one…they have the right to do so, and I think that despite the fan’s reaction, he’s done the right thing here.

Shane Ivo – You would say that, Solie, you punk ass sellout! This match wasn’t over! Jackson gets screwed and you call it ‘right’! You’re just another mark behind a desk, Solie!

Devon Solie – Shane, it’s not like that at all! Look, this guy could have serious permanent injury here. Would you rather Morbius bring that hacksaw across the THROAT of Jackson…I can say this, though, this feud is hardly over. These two men will undoubtedly meet one another again, and that right soon!

Holly Johnson – Here is your winner…MORBIUS!

[The fans are cheering as the shot cuts to show a backstage shot which looks like many of the other backstage shots in the history of the WCWF.]

WINNER: Morbius

[The area that’s shown is the garage, where the Horsemen’s limo has arrived. The fans are cheering as the long stretch black limo pulls to a stop. The doors are opened by the chauffer, and from the back steps the WCWF World Champion Ric Flair, dressed in an impeccable Gucci, with Bruno Maglis. The fans are cheering and chanting ‘WE WANT FLAIR’ at the top of their lungs as he reaches into the back seat and pulls out the World Title, and slings it over a shoulder. His face is serious, all business as he looks over to the other doors. Sean Aries steps out of the back of the limo, and is dressed in his wrestling gear, and looking serious. From the other side steps Storm and Sean Cage. Both men are dressed in street clothes. They are standing aside one another. They look like they’ve been talking to one another at least. Finally the middle of the limo bends to a side, and from the inside steps Highlander. He is wearing a black HORSEMEN t-shirt, and his tartan kilt. He looks over to the other Horsemen, and nods to them.]

Highlander – Here’s where we separate the men from the boys, gentlemen. Tonight, I got a partner for my match, and I’m telling you that you won’t believe it when you see it.

Ric Flair – Good on you. I know for a fact that tonight, I am going to show Brian Light, that ham and egg…you know what? I’m not going there. Tonight, Light’s going out for the last time.

Storm – Any word on the stips for our match, Naitch?

Ric Flair – Buddy, I haven’t talked to Stang since that attack on the headquarters. Any messages for him are going through Shane. Stang’s been MIA since the attack.

Sean Cage – It doesn’t matter Naitch. Tonight, the Horsemen get the World Tag Titles back where they belong.

[They walk past the camera, and the shot changes to show Holly Johnson standing in the ring again.]

Holly Johnson – The following contest is a Last Man Standing Three Way Dance. Introducing first, from Manchester, England…JAMIE TURNER!!

[“Heart in a Cage” by The Strokes begins playing over the PA system as Jamie Turner walks out from the backstage area dressed in a black Donnie Brasco-style leather jacket and no shirt along with some long tight pinstripe slacks. The fans are booing as he walks down the ramp to the ring with a limp from last week’s backstage assault from Highlander. He walks to the ring, and steps through the ropes. The ring has barely been cleaned from the brutal opening match tonight. Turner winces as he takes off his jacket and several fresh bruises can be seen on his back.]

Holly Johnson – And his opponent…From London, England…The Cool Kid!

[“Gangsta’s Paradise” by Coolio begins playing over the PA system and the violins begin playing as TCK walks out from the backstage area, limping and hurt as well from the Party Crashers’ vicious assault on him. TCK is wearing a white t-shirt with the London ‘UNDERGROUND’ logo on it and a pair of Sean John track pants. He walks down to the ring, with the fans booing as he just smirks up at Jamie Turner.]

Holly Johnson – And their opponent…from Phoenix, Arizona…CARVER!
[“Bad Blood” by Ministry begins playing and blue spotlights lance out all over the arena, and the fans are cheering. The sun is going down over the arena, and from the shadow side of the bowl, in the lower bowl next to the ring, Carver can be seen walking out of the crowd, and over the guardrail. The fans are waving CARVER signs and cheering as he walks to the ring dressed in a sleeveless leather jacket, and his elaborate black and white face paint. He’s wearing a pair of black fatigues, jungle style fatigues with the bottoms tucked into the top of his high topped Doc Martens. He walks to the ring, and climbs the stairs and steps through the ropes. The fans cheer as the bell rings, and Carver runs over to Turner, and slams a knife-edge chop into his throat!]

Devon Solie – Chop to the throat of Turner, and Carver’s wasting NO time in this match!

Shane Ivo – This is another cat who needs to watch his own back. Man, he’s turned down offers from all sorts of stables. And not many have been turfed out of the Domain and have been lucky enough to be able to compete afterward. Believe me, the Lords are watching this match closely.

[Turner’s eyes are wide as he scrabbles at his throat, trying to claw air down into his lungs. Carver methodically boots him in the gut and knocks him out of the ring. Behind him, The Cool Kid runs over and gets a thunderous spinning side kick to his pelvis, where the hip socket and femur meet, dropping him down to the mat; a vicious shot that causes him to scream in pain, and what sounds like terror!]

Austin Becker – Oh man! That one was hardcore. That is a career ending shot. Fellas, Carver’s been released from the Domain, but it looks like he’s been converted into some kind of monster! He’s unleashing violence of a brand new level on these guys.

Devon Solie – Looks like TCK has been…oh Lord…someone…

Shane Ivo – Daaaaaaaamn…damn…that was…

[The front of The Cool Kid’s tights goes dark as he seemingly loses control of his bladder from the injury! The fans are horrified as Carver walks over, and stomps down onto the groin of TCK! TCK screams with pain again, drool dropping from his mouth, and clutches at his lower trunk, and Carver just stares down at him with a look of grim satisfaction. Carver slams another stomp down into his possibly broken pelvis, and TCK passes out from the pain. Outside the ring, Turner is struggling to get back to his feet, harshly coughing and spitting out blood. Carver watches as the ref begins the ten count for TCK. Turner is back in the ring, and he has a steel chair. The ref gets to ten, shaking his head. Second match he’s had to call on account of injury, and the fans are cheering as Carver turns just in time to—

*THUDD*

Turner brings a double handed sidearm swing across Carver’s face! Carver gets laid out by the steel! Turner is coughing as he slams the chair down onto the face of Carver, again and again, the steel comes down, until his facepaint has been blurred and changed into a bloody mess. The chair is a dented mess, and Turner tosses the chair aside. Turner watches as the ref begins the count for Carver. The ref gets to five, and Carver’s body lurches to all fours. Turner drives a falling punch to the back of Carver’s head, and he slumps down to the mat. The ref begins counting again, but only gets to three…]

Devon Solie – Carver’s back up again! Man, this guy’s insane.

Shane Ivo – Dude, this guy is a *bleep*ing maniac…that’s not wrestling he’s doing out there. This is some kind of sick and twisted career assassination.

[Again, Carver, back to a standing position, gets a sucker punch to the back of his head, and Carver’s shoulders hunch. Turner fires another shot to the back of his head, and you can see the rage building in Carver. Another shot, and Carver’s shoulders straighten up. He slowly turns to Turner, and gets a punch to the face! His facepaint is blurred, blood mixing with the paint. His face turns to the side as he stumbles backward, and Turner runs forward to spear him, and Carver jumps up and slams a chop to the back of his neck! This win-chun kung fu chop drops Turner to the mat, shuddering with pain. Carver cracks his neck and pulls Turner off the mat, and fires him into the corner, his eyes glassy and half-lidded. Carver stomps over to the corner, blood dripping from his face, and then puts Turner on the top of the post. The fans are cheering as Carver hooks the neck of Jamie Turner, and drops him down to the mat in the End of Days!]

Devon Solie – END OF DAYS! GOOD GOD!

Shane Ivo – MAN! Yeah, the Lords of the Ring need to talk to this guy. He’s *bleep*ing sick!

Austin Becker – I have, in all my years of broadcasting and calling wrestling matches, not ever seen a man handle two opponents so quickly and so brutally. Something is definitely changed in Carver. I don’t think that Turner or TCK are going to regret having their careers ended…I don’t think a rematch with Carver is on either of their to-do lists, guys.

[Turner is unconscious on the mat, and the referee gets the ten count easily. “Bad Blood” by Ministry begins playing as Carver just wipes his hands, like Pilate with the blood of Christ. The bell rings and the ref goes over to raise his hands, but he just leaves the ring, and stepping over the guardrail without any kind of victory celebration. The fans cheer and slap him on the back as he walks back, bloody and grimly satisfied with the night’s work.]

Holly Johnson – Here is your winner…and the Last Man Standing….CARVER!!

WINNER: Carver

OOC: The two ‘fired’ Superstars will be on the Inactive Roster board. If you want to come back into the Active Roster, you’ll have to participate for two weeks, meaning three out of five posts limit. Sorry guys, but you didn’t even respond about the match. You’re officially on the shelf. TCK, you’re out. You cannot participate in-ring for a month, but you can post after this if you want to continue. Turner, you can come back in a week if you want, but both of you cannot challenge any active superstars for a month. Jobber matches only.


[The fans cheer as the shot goes wide around the Citrus Bowl in Orlando, Florida. A legend underneath the shot says: NEW ATTENDANCE RECORD: 53,756!! The fans are cheering, and the crowd is going nuts as the camera swings around and gets a shot of the upper deck fans, who have hung a banner written in neon green spraypaint : HERE FOR THE PARTY CRASHERS! The fans around the banner don’t seem to know who put it up, but are excited about being on camera. The crowd is fully charged as the shot pans across and shows the crowd in the lower bowl.

Standing next to the guardrail to the side aisle of the ring is Maya Marcus, wearing a tight black dress, with her businesswoman glasses pushed up on her face. In her hand is a WCWF mic, holding it up to the crowd who are chanting ‘MAYA’ at the top of their lungs. Maya grins into the camera, and brings the mic to her mouth.]

Maya Marcus – Devon, Shane, and Austin, I’m standing here among the fans, and these fine people have just broken the standing Citrus Bowl attendance record of 52,100 by nearly a thousand people! On behalf of the WCWF, thank you very much!

[The Orlando fans, the hometown crowd blasts with a huge pop for that. The sun has now dropped beyond the upper bowl, and the sky is purple and smoldering in the hot sunset. Maya walks over to a young man with a Caesar style haircut and a goatee wearing a HORSMEN WORLD DESTRUCTION TOUR shirt, and grinning over at her. She holds the mic up and smiles.]

Maya Marcus – Well, we are going to get the thoughts of our fans as to who they think’s going to win in our Main Event tonight! You, what’s your name.

Jesse Martin – Jesse Martin!

Maya Marcus – And your thoughts on tonight—

[Jesse grabs the mic and yells into it.]

Jesse Martin – THA NATCHA BOY! WHOOOO!

[Maya grins and takes the mic down the aisle to a young black guy waving her over. She holds up the mic.]

Maya Marcus – You, your name?

Dee Jenkins – Dee, Dee Jenkins, baby. But you can call me whenever you want!

[His buddies are laughing and slapping him on the back for his balls. The crowd around him are cheering and carrying on.]

Maya Marcus – Yeah, Dee, hold your breath for that one. Well, who do you think is going to win tonight? The World Champ?

Dee Jenkins – Look, Flair’s good, but Brian Light is a badass! Did you see what he did last Monday, DAMN! Jackson still ain’t walkin’ right! BRIAN LIGHT! BRI-AN LIGHT!

[He begins a Light chant, and the fans are cheering, but then the cheers become boos as the massive Party Crasher One walks down the aisle. He’s wearing his ski mask, a black White Sox jersey with the sleeves cut off, and black jeans with a studded belt. His boots are heavy workboots. He easily steps over the guardrail, and walks over to Maya Marcus, who’s face looks nervous.]

Party Crasher One – MAYA! BABY! I got a comment! OO! PICK ME! PICK ME!

[Maya looks a little nerve wracked, and then holds up the mic shakily. She swallows, and the Big Man wraps his hand around hers and brings up the mic. She looks like the Statue of Liberty with one hand raised up to the guy’s mouth.]

Party Crasher One – See, Maya, you got to realize that Flair is coming off a big loss Monday Night. The way he was soundly defeated by the AMAZING prowess of E-Unit Monday shows that he might not be ready to defend this title. I mean, he lost without a doubt Monday, right? But then, there’s Light, and his mental issues…this guy’s a serial pyromaniac, and we’re considering him for the TITLE?! A fluke versus a relic…I’ll tell you who I think’s gonna win…The Party Crashers. Because no matter which of these assholes gets the belt, we’re going to walk all over them like a cheap rug…Now, Maya…I hope that helps the ratings a little.

[Party Crasher One drops the mic, and raises his fists over his head. The crowd is booing as he turns away from Marcus, then she brings up the mic to begin speaking again, looking nervous…Then Big Man swings a big fist and drives it into the back of her head! The fans are booing as Maya drops to the mats outside the ring. Big Man rolls her into the ring, and follows after, laughing. He grabs her off the mat, then Jackknife powerbombs her into the mat!]

Devon Solie – COME ON! THIS IS DISGUSTING!

[Suddenly, the fans scream as Storm comes running out of the backstage area carrying a black aluminum baseball bat, and running down to ringside! Big Man rolls out of the ring, and runs into the crowd, leaping over the guardrail like a frightened cat! The fans are cheering as Storm is in the ring over Maya Marcus. The crowd is chanting Storm’s name as the cameraman tries to train on The Big Man, but he’s gone. Storm looks down to Maya, and the shot changes to show the announce table.]

Devon Solie – When do we just say ENOUGH is ENOUGH here guys!? Who do we have to rely on to prevent things like this? God, I CANNOT WAIT for Highlander to get his hands on these two guys!

Shane Ivo – Chalk up another sin that these two assholes are going to pay for. Another reason for the Highlander to break their bones…

Austin Becker – A woman, for crying out loud! She’s not a wrestler! Damn, I’m getting fed up with this nonsense.

Devon Solie – Folks, our next match is a WCWF World Cruiserweight Title Match…and let’s take a look at how this one came about!

[The shot changes to show the ring, where Holly Johnson is standing in the middle smiling winningly.]

Holly Johnson – The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WCWF World Cruiserweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger…from Columbus, Ohio…Accompanied by his manager, Bas Rutten…THE KAMIKAZE KID EDDIE DEAN!

[“As We Speak” by Soilwork begins playing over the PA system and as the WorldTron shows Dean landing the Krash on several of the WCWF Superstars, and then showing Dean walking out from the backstage area. He looks like he’s had a rough night already, a day’s worth of stubble on his face. He’s accompanied by Bas Rutten, who’s wearing a TEAM DEAN shirt, with a Kamikaze Zero on the chest, and a list of Dean’s previous victories on the back. Eddie’s wearing black training breakaways and a black TEAM DEAN shirt. He and Rutten walk down the aisle toward the ring, and the fans are clapping and chanting Dean’s name. He enters the ring, and Rutten, who’s got a look of concern on his face, seems to be watching Dean carefully. Dean scratches his neck and then his arm absently, as Holly continues.]

Holly Johnson – And his opponent..He is the WCWF World Cruiserweight Champion…From Newark, New Jersey….THE FLYING POTATO!

[“Who Are You?” by The Who begins playing over the PA system and from the back walks The Flying Potato wearing the WCWF World Cruiserweight Title. He’s got his black pants with the oval and diamond design, and the wrist tape on. Around his wrists are white trainer tape, and he walks down to the ring to the cheers and boos of the fans. ‘Smart’ fans are cheering the young man as he heads to the ring, and the ‘marks’ are doing their level best to screw with his head…He looks down into the ring, and the cameraman walking up to get a close shot of him gets shoved out of the way as he runs to the ring and slides in. The bell rings and the fans cheer as both men meet up in the center of the ring, jawing at each other.]

Devon Solie – This match has been boiling since Dean lost the strap to The Flying Potato on account of another Tiger Enterprizes member, Alex Mustang.

Shane Ivo – Yeah, old Golden Showers screwed Dean pretty good…no wonder he’s on the junk!

Devon Solie – Look Shane, we haven’t actually seen—

Austin Becker – I don’t think we’d better comment on that, guys…let’s get to the action.

[In the ring, Potato has tossed the title off like a matador, spinning it out of the ring. Again, making good on his promise that this isn’t going to be about a title. This is revenge for Dean’s attack on his sister! The fans are cheering as the men go to a knuckle lock in the center of the ring. Dean is forced down to his back, and TFP steps over, and crosses his arms for a school boy pin! The ref slides over and gets two and a half! Potato is back to his feet as Dean gets up from the mat. Rutten is slamming a fist into the mat, trying to rouse Eddie from his lackadaisical slumber. Potato grabs Dean from the mat, and fires him into the ropes. On the way back, Potato leaps forward, and grabs him in an inverted bulldog down to the mat! The fans cheer as TFP backflips down to drop his knees across the chest of Dean!]

Devon Solie – The Flying Potato has shown that despite his ridiculous name, that despite the way he carries himself outside the ring, he’s got the skills to carry that title!

[Potato grabs Dean off of the mat, and hooks his neck, bringing him up in a spinning brainbuster! Dean lays on the mat, clutching his neck and wincing with pain. Rutten is screaming at Eddie, but again, he’s not able to respond for some reason. Potato shakes his head, and crosses over Dean’s arm with a wristlock, but places his knee in Dean’s elbow. He jumps forward, slamming his knee into Dean’s elbow, crushing it into the mat. Dean’s eyes squeeze shut as he shouts in pain. Potato lifts Dean from the mat, and slaps on a sleeper hold. The ref comes over to take a closer look as Potato forces him to the mat. Dean is now trying to struggle out of the hold.]

Devon Solie – Dean is trying to get out of this hold, but it’s too little too late, I think.

Austin Becker – I think Dean’s too unfocused out there guys…he’s not up to par.

[Dean finally struggles enough to make Potato get to his feet. Potato slams an arm across Dean’s throat, and drives him down onto his knee! Dean hits the mat, clutching his neck. Potato runs over and drops a lightning fast elbow to Dean’s face! Dean’s nose bends to the side, and Potato follows up with two more crisp elbows, and Eddie struggles on the mat, bucking and kicking. Potato goes to the corner, gets on the second turnbuckle, leaps off and drives a classic-Bret Hart style forearm into the face of Eddie Dean. This pace is very methodical, not just a high flying spotfest! Dean is trying to get up, and Potato helps him to his feet. But then he grabs the back of Dean’s breakaways and throws him shoulder-first into the corner, smashing Dean’s shoulder against the post! Dean crumples to the mat!]

Devon Solie – GOOD GOD! Dean’s shoulder could have been separated there.

Shane Ivo – Whatever! The Flying Potato’s going through an arsenal of holds. Second acquisition, is DEFINITELY going to be that guy!

[Dean rolls out of the ring, and Bas Rutten goes over to him, looking pissed off. Potato is running over to the ropes, and does the smart thing, just pointing down to them yelling. Rutten yells up to Potato something off-mic, talking about Dean apparently. Bas Rutten, grabs Dean by the shoulder, then slaps the living daylights out of him!]

Devon Solie – WHOA! That’s some kind of manager! What the hell is going on here?!

Austin Becker – Looks like Bas is giving Eddie a little ‘tough love’…Good! Let’s see if this helps him out.

[The crowd is screaming as Rutten slaps the taste out of his mouth again, and Dean shoves Rutten back, fire in his eyes. Rutten is pointing to the ring as the ref comes over to count him out. Dean shakes his head, nose dribbling blood, and then looking up at Potato. He rolls into the ring, his movements much more crisp now. The crowd is cheering as Potato runs over and smacks him as he gets up with a running kneelift! Dean falls to the mat, and Potato goes for a choke with his shin across Dean’s throat!]

Devon Solie – Potato with a choke, and the ref starts up the count.

[The Flying Potato stops the choke at three and a fourth, and gets up, grabbing a handful of Dean’s hair, and fires him into the ropes. Dean comes back and ducks a flying spinning heel kick. Potato lands, and Dean comes back with a jumping Muy Thai knee to the chest of Flying Potato! Potato drops to a knee, clutching his chest. The Flying Potato grabs Dean, and out of the lockup, Potato gets sent into the corner. Dean runs over and connects with a pivot kick to the chest of TFP. Potato drops to a seated position in the corner, and Dean follows up with a knee driven into his cheek and throat, as the ref is counting him.]

Devon Solie – Dean is fired up! He’s coming back from what looked like a drunken stupor!

[Rutten is slapping the mat as Dean backs off. Potato shakes his head, and gets back up, barely dodging an Eddie Dean roundhouse kick! Potato hops from foot to foot, taking on a classic Japanese light heavyweight stance. The crowd is cheering as Potato dodges another roundhouse, then hops over a sweep, and connects with a high Santos-style dropkick! Dean stumbles back, and Potato gets up and runs forward with a short clothesline that drops him down to the mat!]

Shane Ivo – Yeah! Good one! Dean is out cold!

[Eddie Dean is trying to get up, but Potato grabs his head again and brings him up, firing him into the ropes. He spins Dean, and connects with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker! Dean bounces off of his knee, and shouts with pain as he hits the mat. Potato straddles his back and slaps on a Cobra Clutch, crossing Dean’s arms in front of his face! The fans cheer as Dean howls with pain, and Potato rears back on the hold. The ref goes over and checks for the submission. Rutten is shouting to Eddie Dean, and the ref is looking for the submission.]

Devon Solie – Potato’s got the wrists of Dean and working on that injured back. Dean’s had a history of back injuries, and he’s been very vocal about his difficulties with pain.

Austin Becker – Solie, you learn about how to scout an opponent when you begin training to be a grappler. Potato has scouted that back, I’m sure. When you have a match about titles, you gotta remember the opponent’s weak spots. It looks like Potato’s anger has kept him focused on hurting Dean’s pride, rather than destroying his back. But he’s doing a number on him now.

Shane Ivo – Look, Dean can get Bas Rutten, any number of the Gracie family, hell, bring Ken Shamrock out of whatever bingo hall he’s in, mangling the ankle lock, it still doesn’t stack up to ONE TENTH of the skills Potato has. Believe me, guys the Felt needs to take a closer look at this young badass!

[The fans are chanting Eddie Dean’s name as he tries to get out of the hold. Potato leans WAAAY back and Dean shouts with pain, muffled by his own biceps. The ref asks for the submission, and Dean shouts NO! in his face. The crowd is cheering as Dean bucks underneath Potato, lurching back about two feet toward the ropes. Potato’s neck and arms are flexing, veins bulging and muscles tensed. He’s putting all kinds of pressure on the back of Dean. Dean’s trying his hardest to get free, and the ref asks again for the submission. AGAIN, Dean shouts NO! through the pain. He bucks back again, and his foot hooks the bottom rope! The ref sees the foot on the ropes and begins the count on Potato, who’s keeping the hold on. Potato locks the hold down, and finally lets go at four and three quarters.]

Devon Solie – I think the damage has been done here, guys. Dean’s back has been ripped apart with that modified cobra clutch.

[Dean is getting back up, amazingly, even through the pain which is evident on his face. He stares at Potato, who grabs him in a collar and elbow, but Dean begins to force him back to the center of the ring. Finally, Dean breaks the tie-up, and fires out with a vicious chop to Potato’s chest! The fans scream WHOO! And Dean smacks him again with another chop! WHOO! Scream the fans as Dean then grabs Potato around the neck and whips him down to the mat in a snap suplex! He rolls through, and brings Potato again to his feet, snapping him down to the mat, rolling through and bringing Potato up again, and holding him upside down in a vertical suplex, then dropping him down on the crown of his head in a brainbuster! The crowd cheers as Dean lays on the mat breathing heavily, and Potato covering up, holding his neck. The crowd is cheering for both men, and Dean is to his feet first, and grabs Potato off the mat.]

Devon Solie – The champ is pulled off the mat, and Dean is taking control! He’s going for another Irish whip.

[Potato is whipped, but he spins and pivots, sending Dean into the corner back first with a lot of force. Dean arches his back off the corner post, look of intense pain on his face. Potato runs forward and leaps through the air with a LOT of hang-time, and connecting with a Stinger Splash on Dean! The fans cheer as Dean drops forward, kneading a fist into his lower back! Potato rolls him over, and hooks his leg. The ref slides over for the pin!



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NO! Dean kicks out! Dean is back up to a seated position, and Potato is slower getting to his feet now, but is standing first. He runs to the ropes, and bounces off connecting with a missile dropkick to Dean’s face, knocking him down to the mat! Potato walks over to the corner, as the ref checks on Eddie Dean, and he removes the padding around the turnbuckle!]

Devon Solie – Good Lord! Potato’s got that turnbuckle exposed! This doesn’t look good for the Kamikaze Kid!

[Dean is getting back up, and Potato grabs him, and hits him in the forehead with a bionic elbow. The fans are cheering as he hits him again, and whips him into the corner with the exposed turnbuckle back first! Dean shouts with pain, and Potato runs at him again, Stinger Splashing him into the round knob of metal! Dean shouts with pain again, shuddering with agony as Potato boots him in the midsection. Dean is breathing heavily as Potato returns to the opposite corner. He runs back, and flips over in a handspring elbow, connecting with Dean’s chest, driving his back into the metal again! The fans cheer as Potato nods and turns back to Dean again. He grabs Dean’s right wrist and hooks it around the rope. Then the left one, and then he makes a twirling finger gesture.]

Devon Solie – He’s going for the Satellite Headscissors! This one is over!

[Potato takes a few steps back, to get a running start, and runs forward about half the ring, and Dean fires out with the Kamikaze Krash out of nowhere! Potato’s head rocks back, and he collapses to the mat!]

Devon Solie – GOOD LORD! THE KAMIKAZE KRASH! That superkick has taken men out of this business! But can Dean capitalize here?!

[Dean drops to a knee, breathing heavily, blood dropping down onto the mat. The fans are chanting his name as Potato tries to get back up from the shot. Dean crawls over and makes the cover! The ref slides over and begins the count…







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3!! “As We Speak” by Soilwork begins playing and the fans are on their feet as Dean is trying to get back up to his feet. The bell rings and Potato is out cold on the mat from the Krash. Dean looks dazed and groggy from the mat. He’s still seated as the ref raises his fist in the air. The crowd chants his name, and he nods as the music plays.]

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

[Rutten is jumping up and down and nodding, slapping the mat as Dean rolls out of the ring, gathering up the WCWF World Cruiserweight Title. The Flying Potato is out on the mat. He looks bewildered as he grabs the middle rope to get back up. The fans are cheering as Potato again stumbles to the mat, and then finally gets back to his feet as the shot changes.]

WINNER: Eddie Dean




[The shot changes to show the garage area, where a long black Hearse pulls up to the cameraman with the broad chrome grill showing off the Domain’s logo. The fans are cheering as the Hearse comes to a stop and the back door opens, Van Coth stepping out wearing a black leather shirt made up of buckles and bands, and his eyes are staring out at the cameraman. From the other side steps Syndrome, wearing a black bandanna, his filthy blonde hair swept back, and his dingy and stained wifebeater seemingly held together by sheer will. Syndrome’s got the WCWF Shoot Title around his waist, and he just looks over to the camera with a strange look on his face. Father Black steps out of the back of the Hearse, wearing his minister’s outfit. All three men walk to the dressing room area, and as they walk, Morbius, fresh from his earlier victory watches The Domain leave the area. Morbius’ head has been bandaged up, and he watches the Domain walk away with a strange sense of interest. The shot changes again to show the announce desk.]

Devon Solie – Again, Morbius is seen backstage watching the Superstars. I wonder what in the hell he’s doing? Scouting his possible opponents?

Austin Becker – He’d be better served by watching their in-ring action. You don’t learn anything about a guy sitting backstage. Lurking around like that’s bound to piss someone off.

Shane Ivo – Morbius has already earned himself a Felt Special. He’s going out, and no amount of ‘scouting’ is going to stop that. I guaran-*bleep*ing-tee it, guys. This next match, by the way, is going to be really entertaining. I get to see those two Amott idiots get their asses handed to them by none other than Mack Bolan! Bolan is a bad mofo as well. He needs to also return the Boss’s calls once in a while.

Devon Solie – Our next match has its roots in last week’s Havoc match between Mack Bolan and “The Franchise” Daniel Landson….let’s take a look!

[The shot shows the ring, now lit by four stanchions with floodlights on them as the Citrus Bowl has been shrouded in night’s darkness. The fans are still cheering and wild, as you can see beer vendors walking up and down the many stairways. In the ring, Holly Johnson is standing and smiling. She brings up the mic, and begins announcing the match.]

Holly Johnson – Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a standard rules Handicap match scheduled for one pinfall victory…Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan…MACK BOLAN!

[“I Stand Alone” by Godsmack begins playing and the fans are cheering. Mack Bolan walks out from the backstage area with his mesh shirt, and black fatigue-style pants. He’s wearing low top shoes, with thick soles and chrome toes. He walks down the aisle to the ring, tightening the tape around his wrists. The fans are chanting his name, and he nods as he walks down to the ring, climbs the stairs, and enters the ring. The fans are still cheering as the lights go out and “mObscene” by Marilyn Manson begins playing over the PA system.]

Holly Johnson – And his opponents, from New York City, New York….Michael and Chris Amott…Members of the NWA….VENOM!

[Pyro blasts all over the arena as Chris and Michael walk out of the backstage area fists raised, and Venom’s video package playing on the WorldTron and the LCD screens around the arena. Chris and Mike both are wearing black leather trenchcoats and no shirt. They’ve got their Venom / NWA logo tights on. The fans are booing as the NWA walks down the ramp, cockily sneering at Bolan as they make their way to the ring. Bolan just stares out at the two men with a serious look on his face. His shoulders roll a few times as both men walk up the stairs across the ring from him. Chris drops the trenchcoat, and cracks his neck as he steps into the ring. Michael takes off his jacket and Bolan is running at Chris, firing out stiff punches as the bell rings! Michael turns to try and peel Bolan off, but he grabs the back of Mike’s head and slams him in the bridge of his nose with a headbutt! Mike drops off the apron, clutching his face. Chris gets his feet under him again, and grabs Bolan in a waistlock, and then dumps him down to the mat in a high angle suplex! Bolan bounces off the mat, holding his head, and Chris Amott is back up shaking his head, trying to clear the cobwebs.]

Devon Solie – Good GOD! Bolan just went off out there!

[Chris grabs Bolan, and throws him into the ropes, following after with a thunderous clothesline! The fans leap to their feet, and Bolan falls to the mat, clutching his neck. Mike is back up on the apron, asking for the tag. Chris walks over, and slaps his hand, tagging him in. Mike steps through the ropes and fires down a stomp into the side of Bolan’s head. Three more stomps, and Bolan is face first on the mat. The crowd is booing as Mike pulls Bolan off of the mats, and tosses him into the corner. Chris grabs Bolan around the neck, and Mike runs at him, driving a knee into his gut, and he collapses to the mat, as the ref comes over and yells at Chris for interfering. Mike, meanwhile is standing on Bolan’s throat, cheating like hell!]

Shane Ivo – Oh man, Bolan’s gotta be the biggest dummy in the WCWF. Why in the hell would he get involved in a match like this?! *bleep*ing idiot!

Devon Solie – I think Bolan’s continuing his mission of sending a message to the top brass! He’s showing that he deserves to be in a title hunt! He’s showing—

Shane Ivo – He’s showing that he deserves to be in a special ed class! When you go out there and take on a tag team like Venom by yourself, you’ve got to be one chromosome over the limit, pal!

Austin Becker – I agree, Shane…you never want to be put in a position where you have to have a handicap…Something doesn’t seem to add up when you do the math!

[In the ring, the ref is counting the choke, and finally Mike steps off and tags in Chris. They both begin stomping the hell out of Bolan, who finally, after a few brisk stomps, manages to roll out of the ring. Chris is out after him and the ref stops Mike from following. But this gives Chris an opportunity to grab a chair from the outside! The fans boo as he runs up and brings the chair down across Bolan’s back! The fans boo as Chris just laughs and brings up the chair again! Bolan rolls out of the way and fires a stiff right into the solar plexus of Chris Amott, forcing him to drop the chair! Bolan grabs Chris, and shoves him under the bottom rope into the ring, wincing with pain from the shot.]

Devon Solie – Bolan trying to come back and take control here.

[The ref comes over as Bolan slides into the ring, and grabs Chris from off of the mat. He hooks his neck, and delivers a swinging neckbreaker that knocks him slap out! Bolan hooks the leg and makes the cover!

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NO! Mike Amott runs over and kicks Bolan off of Chris! The fans boo as the ref pushes Mike back into the Venom corner, and Bolan tries to get back to his feet. Chris is getting back up, and both men begin exchanging wicked rights and lefts, as they begin staggering each other. Bolan ducks a swinging roundhouse punch, and follows up with a vicious shot to the neck of Chris Amott, and then hooks his neck and leg, jumps up and lands a fisherman’s brainbuster! He bridges and the ref again comes over for the pin!]

Devon Solie – Bolan with another pinning attempt! This is a great match so far!

Shane Ivo – Yeah well---there you go!

[Mike again runs over and punts Bolan off of Chris. The crowd is again booing and the ref is jawing at Mike as he pushes him back. Chris goes up and jams a forearm shot between the legs of Mack Bolan! Bolan’s face twists with pain, and Chris drags him down to the mat, and grabs a handful of his pants as he pins him! The ref comes over for the pin.]

Devon Solie – NO! NO! DAMMIT!

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NO! Bolan kicks out, and Chris lets him go. Bolan is clutching his gut, and coughing. The fans are screaming as Chris drops a leg drop across the back of Bolan’s head! He brings Bolan back up, and whips him over to the ropes, and Mike jams Bolan in the back of the head with a forearm shiver that causes him to stagger forward, and fall down to the mat. Chris follows up, and rolls Bolan over and pins him. The ref comes over, and slaps the mat, but Bolan kicks out at two again! Chris looks pissed and slams a fist into the mat with a frustrated look on his face.]

Devon Solie – Cheap shot by Mike Amott, but Bolan refuses to go out! He’s double tough, folks, you gotta believe that he’s going to do whatever it takes to keep this one a duke! It’s going to take more than standard Tag Team strategy to win this one.

[Bolan is pulled up from the mat, and Mike has his boot resting on the top rope, and he motions for Chris to toss Bolan into the ropes again! The fans are cheering as Chris sends Bolan into the boot, but Bolan stops short, grabs Mike’s leg, and yanks down, crotching him across the top rope! The fans chant BOLAN as Mike drops off of the apron, and falls to the outside of the ring. Chris runs at Bolan, and Bolan dumps him out of the ring over the top rope! Again the fans cheer, but then begin screaming as Daniel Landson is now in the ring, seemingly from nowhere!]

Devon Solie – I KNEW IT!! I KNEW THAT BASTARD COULDN’T KEEP OUT OF THE RING!

[Landson’s grinning as Bolan looks at him. The ref is warning Landson but he just shakes his head. It seems as though “The Franchise” brought a mic down with him to the ring.]

Daniel Landson – Bolan! I’m only here to tell you that I’ll see you Monday at Havoc, you PRICK. And believe me, it’s going to make this match seem like a sweet *bleep*ing dream, pal.

[Landson walks over, and just blasts Bolan with a right hand! The ref motions for the bell, and Bolan begins firing back with several more punches! The crowd is going wild as the Amott brothers have slithered back into the ring! The bell rings as the four men are brawling in the ring. Bolan, seemingly outnumbered, has managed to stay on his feet, dodging several shots and slamming Landson and Venom with several shots! Suddenly, the crowd bursts into cheers as, from the backstage area, runs Brian Light and Morbius! They both slide into the ring, and begin brawling with Venom! The fans are going insane as Bolan fires out punches into Landson’s jaw, and then connects with the Judgement Day, a running powerbomb into the turnbuckles! The crowd is chanting Bolan’s name as Morbius and Light force Venom out of the ring! Bolan nods to Light and Morbius, and all three men raise their fists as “I Stand Alone” by Godsmack begins playing over the PA system. The fans are cheering as Holly Johnson begins speaking.]

Holly Johnson – Here is your winner….MACK BOLAN!!

[The fans go nuts and Bolan, Light, and Morbius are nodding to the chants of the fans. The shot then changes to show a long shot of the parking lot outside of the Citrus Bowl, and a long white stretch limo pulls up with the WCWF logo on the side.]

WINNER: Mack Bolan


[The limo is parked in the lot outside of the Citrus Bowl, and the fans inside are cheering, and as the camera pans down, you can see the vanity plates which read ‘IVO–1’, the fans are cheering and chanting IVO over and over again. The limo is idling, and the driver steps out of the front of the car. The man’s bald, and dressed in a tight fitting suit, but he looks completely comfortable. He looks like the Transporter, and is wearing a pair of mirrored shades. The driver looks over the limo, and then Dud Mackenzie comes hustling up, a bandage over his right eye from the Party Crashers’ attack. The fans are cheering as Dud Mackenzie thrusts a mic in the driver’s face.]

Dud Mackenzie – Excuse me, sir! I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve arrived in Stang Ivo’s private limousine! Would we be correct in assuming that Mr. Ivo is inside?!

[The Driver’s voice is husky and low, almost a growl as he speaks. He also has a slight British accent and arches an eyebrow as he smiles and responds to Dud’s question.]

The Driver – Oh, yes, sir, Mr. Mackenzie. The owner and CEO of the WCWF is indeed inside the limousine. Mr. Ivo requested that he be brought here to the Citrus Bowl to watch tonight’s event from this location.

Dud Mackenzie – The parking lot?

The Driver – (chuckling) No, Mr. Mackenzie. Mr. Ivo will be coming into the arena following tonight’s Intercontinental Title Match. He has the stipulations for the WCWF World Tag Titles with him. He’s going to announce the stipulations in the middle of the ring.

Dud Mackenzie – Could we possibly get a word with Mr. Ivo? Stang Ivo’s condition was reportedly critical for seventy two hours following the Party Crashers’ attack on the WCWF World Headquarters…Every single man woman and child, every fan of the WCWF has been waiting to hear from the owner--

The Driver – No, Mr. Mackenzie. Mr. Ivo was very specific about this, and he will be out later, so, the best I could offer you is the consolation that you tried your best and now, I bid you farewell…Good evening, Mr. Mackenzie.

Dud Mackenzie – But I—

[A hint of menace enters The Driver’s voice as he begins speaking again.]

The Driver – Good. Evening.

[Dud swallows and nods as he stares at the limousine. The Driver stands guard near the rear door, and watches intently for anyone attempting to attack the limousine. The fans are cheering and chanting Stang’s name as the shot changes to show the ring, where the Prison Yard Brawl’s stage has been set. The ring is in a cage, and the cage is surrounded by a Hell in the Cell style structure. Holly Johnson is standing outside the ring, smiling and holding up a mic.]

Holly Johnson – The following contest is a Prison Yard Brawl scheduled for one fall, and is for the WCWF Intercontinental Title! Introducing first…From Parkhurst Maximum Security Facility, accompanied by the Parkhead Boys…and Warden McKay…TOMBSTONE!

[Sirens begin wailing and red and blue lights begin lancing out into the crowd, as well as spotlights looking for an escaped convict. From the backstage area walks Tombstone, dressed in a dark blue denim jumpsuit, and is followed by Warden McKay, dressed in black shorts and a cutoff t-shirt, showing off a fine physique for a middle aged man. To his left and right are the Tartan Destroyer and the Glasgow Brute. The fans are booing as the group walks down to the ring. Destroyer and Brute are wearing matching jumpsuits as well, and are swinging thick chains as they enter the cell.]

Holly Johnson – And his opponent, from Dublin, Ireland…accompanied by J-Unit, Little Jimmy, and Dollar Bill….He is the WCWF Intercontinental Champion…THE CELTIC WARRIOR!

[“Top of the Mornin’ To Ya" begins playing over the PA system, as the Felt walks out from the backstage area, all of them dressed for a fight. Little Jimmy has a lead pipe, Dollar Bill is carrying what looks like a sock with a cue-ball inside of it. TCW is wearing a black TOTAL CHAMPION shirt with a cocky grin, and a spring in his step. Since he didn’t get a single hand laid on him when the Party Crashers attacked. He walks down to the ring, and opens the cell and enters into it. On the other side of the cage, the fans are booing the Parkhead Boys, and they seem to be getting ready for a battle.]

Devon Solie – Man, I don’t envy any of the men inside that cage right now, because the walls of the cage and the cell are all unforgiving, and it looks like the Felt is out there for blood tonight!

[The fans are cheering as a cameraman stationed inside the ring to capture the action focuses on TCW taking off the Intercontinental Title and tossing it to the ref. Tombstone just looks at the man across from him, and looking pissed off. TCW just paces back and forth, his stance showing no give whatsoever. He’s completely focused on the match, and seemingly no amount of joking is in his eyes. The ref comes over and makes a motion between the men, and the bell rings.]

Devon Solie – This one’s underway! The rules of this match are simple folks, every two minutes, the cage door opens and a man from one of the teams is allowed in if they have someone available. Outside the ring, an anything goes brawl…inside, a hellacious cage match! There was a secret toss backstage, and when the name is called, a man from the first team in will get to go in and change the match in their ally’s favor.

[The fans are cheering as Tombstone and TCW lock up in the center of the ring, the crowd chants TCW’s name as Tombstone forces him back. The fans are on their feet as Tombstone shoves forward with all of his strength, and The Celtic Warrior modifies the collar and elbow into an arm drag, pulling him down to the mat. TCW gets back to his feet, and kicks Tombstone in the spine like Fit Finlay. Tombstone arches his back, and then TCW drops down and slaps on a rear facelock. Outside the ring, the Felt is brawling with the Parkhead Boys. J-Unit is thrown into the outside cell wall by Brute, and is followed up by an avalanche style splash.]

Devon Solie – WOW. What power! Glasgow Brute has been on the warpath since the Parkhead boys got in the WCWF.

[The fans are cheering as Tombstone struggles to get back to his feet, TCW clutching the facelock. Finally, Tombstone whips TCW off of his back over his shoulder down to the mat! The fans boo as Tombstone stomps the hell out of TCW on the mat. The crowd is chanting TCW’s name, and Tombstone grabs TCW, and whips him down to the mat in a vicious bodyslam. TCW arches his back on the mat. Tombstone follows up with a stomp to the head. The crowd is cheering as TCW struggles to get up under a flurry of stomps.

There’s a massive air horn that blasts and sounds as J-Unit’s name appears on the LCD screen. J-Unit is trying to get up and enter the ring, but Brute has cut him off. The fans are cheering as Little Jimmy slams the pipe into the back of Glasgow Brute! J-Unit gets up and runs for the cage door, which the ref opens to allow him entry. J-Unit gets into the ring, and Tombstone gets up, trying to avoid a double team.]

Devon Solie – Tombstone is now outnumbered, here. It looks like the Felt won the toss in the backstage area.

[J-Unit runs over to Tombstone, and gets a clothesline for his trouble. The crowd boos as Unit drops to the mat, and Tombstone kicks him in the gut. From behind TCW runs up and flying bulldogs Tombstone down to the mat! The crowd cheers and chants his name as Unit and TCW get to their feet. They begin stomping the hell out of Tombstone. The fans are cheering as TCW points toward the walls of the cage. The fans chant LOTR as they run with Tombstone, and bash his head into the cage wall! Tombstone falls back and lays out in the center of the ring. TCW grabs Tombstone off of the mat, and hoists up Tombstone onto his shoulder. He then runs and hits a running powerslam! The fans are screaming as the air horn sounds again, and the Tartan Destroyer’s name appears on the LCD screen.]

Devon Solie – GOOD GOD! Tartan Destroyer’s name is the next one up. This match has just swung in the favor of Tombstone.

Shane Ivo – Fat lot of good that will do Tombstone! He’s still on the mat on his back! This loser’s going down!

[As Destroyer goes to the ring, Jimmy and Bill run over and just maul him with their weapons! Warden McKay is trying to break them off, but Destroyer drops to the mat under the weapon assault. J-Unit watches as they prevent Destroyer from entering the ring. Finally, after the ten second count, the ref closes the cage again, to the cheers of the audience.]

Devon Solie – The Felt has prevented Destroyer from entering the ring! Little Jimmy and Dollar Bill have done their level best to keep their man in the money here!

Shane Ivo – I told you what family’s all about. The LOTR are serious about protecting each other. Jimmy and Bill have been treated like dirt, they’ve been soaking up beatings…lots of folks have been saying that Little Jimmy isn’t good enough to compete. Well, Jimmy knows his role….and you sometimes have to take a beating for the team!

[In the ring, J-Unit and TCW have Tombstone, run him into the wall, and drive his face into the steel, opening him up! The crowd is chanting TCWs name as Tombstone’s face begins bleeding, and he’s on one knee on the mat. J-Unit goes to the top, and jumps off with a double axe-handle! The fans leap to their feet as Tombstone rolls out of the way! TCW steps back, but Tombstone dives forward, and connects with a shoulder to his gut! TCW’s legs fly out behind him, and he lands gut-first on the mat. J-Unit tries to get back up, but Tombstone runs over and slams a fist down into the back of his head! The crowd cheers for Tombstone as he rests against the wall of the cage, bleeding and breathing heavily. He’s hanging onto the wall, blood drizzling down his face to the mat, and the air horn sounds again, and Little Jimmy’s name appears on the LCDs! Destroyer is still trying to get up as the door to the cage opens. Jimmy struts over to the door, and Warden McKay tags him in the back with the shock-prod! The crowd is booing as Jimmy falls to the mats outside the ring.]

Devon Solie – I suppose turnabout’s fair play here, the crowd is definitely against McKay’s use of that shock prod! The Parkhead Boys are doing their best to keep this one as fair as possible, but they’re a man behind…until the next time the air horn sounds.

[McKay takes a pair of handcuffs out, and drags Jimmy to the wall of the cell, and manacles his leg with the cuff to the wall! The fans are booing as TCW gets up in the ring, and gets grabbed by Tombstone. Tombstone fires TCW into the wall, and his head bounces off, and he drops to his back.]

Devon Solie – We knew for a FACT this would be a brawl! This would be a fight, not a wrestling match. Tombstone is doing his level best to walk out of the Citrus Bowl the Intercontinental Champion! The fans here are doing their best to support TCW, who has, as of late, become a fan favorite despite his antics outside of the ring.

Shane Ivo – Because these fans know talent. These fans know skill, and TCW is overbrimming with it!

Devon Solie – Warrior’s overbrimming with something, all right.

Shane Ivo – You just made the list.

[TCW is getting back up, and he’s busted open! Rarely does TCW get bloody, but now, his face is bloody from the shot into the wall! The fans are cheering and chanting for TCW, as J-Unit runs over and gets a double handed choke slam down to the mat by Tombstone! The crowd is cheering as TCW is using the ropes to get back to his feet. Tombstone stomps over to TCW, who spins on his heel and flicks a thumb to the eyes of Tombstone! The crowd pops as Tombstone clutches at his eyes and TCW runs for the door! The crowd chants TCW as he pushes the ref out of the way!]

Devon Solie – TCW is trying to leave the cage here! The only way you can win is by pinfall or submission. Leaving the cage isn’t going to help him! I don’t know what in the hell he’s thinking.

[The ref tries to stop him, but TCW shoves him out of the way, and leaves the cage! Tombstone is shaking his head and going after TCW, but is cut off by J-Unit! Unit drives a shoulder into his knee with a chop block. Tombstone drops to a knee, and TCW is outside the cage in the cell! The fans are cheering as Warden McKay runs over, and TCW spears him down to the mats outside the ring! McKay is dropped, and Glasgow Brute runs over to TCW as the airhorn sounds again, and McKay’s name appears on the LCDs.]

Devon Solie – McKay’s name appears, but I don’t think this match is following the rules of engagement! This has devolved into chaos!

[Brute drives a knee into the side of TCW’s head as he tries to get up, and Tombstone is in the ring, trying to leave! Brute has been mauling Dollar Bill, who’s bloody and unconscious on the other side of the ring. Little Jimmy is trying to get up, kicking the cell fence panel to break free. McKay is clutching his ribs outside the ring, and Brute picks up TCW, and Irish whips him into the side of the cage! TCW bounces off, and slumps to the mats outside the ring! Tombstone has gotten up, and is now inside the cell outside the ring! The fans are cheering as TCW is trying to get up, but Brute avalanches him into the side of the cage! Tombstone is outside of the ring, and Brute grabs TCW in a full nelson, then whips him quickly over his head in a full nelson suplex down to the mats outside the ring! Tombstone walks over, grinning through a face full of blood and yells instruction to Brute.]

Devon Solie – MAN OH MAN! That was an ugly suplex! TCW is out cold!

Shane Ivo – NO! NO! NO!

[The crowd is chanting T-C-W *clap*, and Brute picks up TCW from the mat. Tombstone fires out a punch into TCW’s forehead, busting him open some more, and as he slumps down, Brute grabs him from behind and Tombstone fires out another vicious punch, sending blood spattering down to the mats outside the ring! Brute is laughing as he brings up TCW again, who looks like he’s been beaten to unconsciousness. Tombstone points down to the mats outside the ring, and Brute peels them back exposing the concrete! The fans are booing as Tombstone grabs TCW, and plants his head between his legs. Brute is clapping and nodding as Tombstone whips up TCW into a crucifix position, and slams him shoulders and head down into the concrete in the Death Penalty!]

Devon Solie – GOOD GOD!

Shane Ivo – NO! NO! NO!

Devon Solie – Death Penalty into the concrete! TCW is out cold! This one’s WHAT THE HELL?!

[J-Unit has now bashed the back of the head of Brute with a steel chair, wrapping the chair around his head! Brute collapses to the mats, and Tombstone turns just in time to get a face full of powder! Tombstone grabs his face, shouting in pain and shock, and J-Unit punches the face of Tombstone over and over, driving him back. Tombstone fires back with a few punches that Unit easily dodges. He grabs Tombstone from behind, and delivers a Stroke down into the concrete outside the ring on Tombstone! The ref is outside the ring now as J-Unit goes over and kicks Warden McKay in the head. Unit grabs the keys for the cuffs from his belt, and walks over, releasing Little Jimmy!]

Shane Ivo – YEAH! YES! OH MY GOD! YES! This is HOW you WIN a MATCH, boys! HAHAHAHA!
[Tombstone is shuddering on the concrete, and J-Unit goes up and grabs the cuffs from the wall. He cuffs the Brute to the wall, and he and Jimmy limp over to McKay, grabbing another two pairs of cuffs! The fans are cheering as they cuff up Destroyer and McKay to the walls of the cell. The fans are chanting LOTR as TCW gets back up to a kneeling position, bleeding and breathing heavily, looking down at the concrete. The fans are cheering as he winces and gets to his feet, and looks over his shoulder at the rest of the Felt. He slowly grins and nods as he walks back to the cage. He staggers to the door, and the fans are wondering what’s going on.]

Devon Solie – What in the hell is going on here? What’s he doing?

Shane Ivo – I…I don’t know…

[TCW yells something to J-Unit, who reaches under the ring, and with the help of Little Jimmy, pull a table out of the ring! The crowd is cheering as they open the table, and Tombstone is trying to get up, but Jimmy and Unit just beat the living hell out of him! Tombstone collapses to the concrete, and they lay him out on the table! TCW stagger/stumbles to the corner, climbing up the post. The fans are chanting his name as he climbs the post, and goes to the top of the cage! He braces his hand against the top of the cell and winces as he shakes his head and looks down at Tombstone. He knows he has to take it to another level here, the look on his face seems determined..there’s no joking here.]

Devon Solie – WHAT IN THE HELL!?! WHAT IS HE—

Shane Ivo – Oh DEAR LORD! WHAT IS—

[TCW leaps off the top of the cage, and seemingly hangs in the air for a minute as he slams down into Tombstone through the table down to the concrete in the Dublin DIVE!! The fans are cheering and chanting HOLY *bleep*! HOLY *bleep*! HOLY *bleep*! as TCW lays across Tombstone, clutching his ribs.]

Devon Solie – GOOD LORD! I can’t believe what I just saw!! TCW lands the Dublin Dive across the chest of Tombstone from the top of the cage through a table!

[Tombstone shudders in pain outside the ring, and the ref runs over as TCW makes a one arm cover, shouting with pain. The ref begins the count…



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3!! YES! The Celtic Warrior retains the belt! The fans go berserk and cheer as Tombstone is just laying on the concrete, bloody and unconscious. The Felt is getting up, and collecting themselves as “Top of the Mornin’ To Ya” begins playing. The fans are cheering, and several in the front row are making the ‘We’re Not Worthy’ bow to TCW as he grabs his Intercontinental Title, nodding and staggering up the ramp with the help of the Felt. The fans continue cheering as they leave ringside.]

Holly Johnson – Here is your winner…the WCWF Intercontinental Champion….The CELTIC WARRIOR!!

[Again the fans pop huge as TCW walks back up the ramp. Suddenly, the sounds of galloping hooves can be heard and the fans leap to their feet. Sean Aries walks out of the backstage area, stopping at the stage, and TCW looks up at him, jawing at him off-mic. Aries stares at him for a second, wearing his red cargo pants and a white Sean Aries: AIRBORN WARLORD shirt. He then smirks at TCW and then taps his Rolex at him. TCW shakes his head and spits a gob of blood at him. Aries just stands aside and lets the Felt go through. The fans are electrified, hoping the two men will start fighting one another on the ramp, but both men allow the other to pass and the shot changes to show the announce desk.]

Devon Solie – Folks, tonight’s SummerSlaughter event has been a stunner…this has been history in the making, and I for one know for a fact that we’re just beginning the carnage on this one. This show is going to go down as one of the greatest in the history of the WCWF. And I know other promotions throw that claim around, but already we have seen some TREMENDOUS competition and—

Shane Ivo – Solie, SHUT UP! You now SEE the same man I see when I look at TCW! I see a man who will do ANYTHING to keep his belt! The Celtic Warrior is the pinnacle of our sport! He’s ready for prime time, no doubt about it! Orlando’s going to be a party riot tonight fellas! And the Felt’s good night is only beginning! HAHAHA!

Austin Becker – What do you mean by that, Shane?

Shane Ivo – You’ll see…

[The shot changes to show the ring, where Holly Johnson is standing and smiling. Behind her, the ref is getting ready for the next match.]

Holly Johnson – The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WCWF Women’s Championship! Introducing first, the WCWF Women’s Champion…TINA TIGER!!

[“Miss Dynamite” by Miss Dynamite plays over the PA system. The crowd is cheering as Muscles Muldoon and Tina Tiger walk out from the back. The fans are chanting Tina’s name, even though they despise the big Aussie. Muldoon cracks his neck, and motions to Tina, who takes off her training robe, and reveals a hot black unitard with holes strategically placed all over. Muldoon is a massive man, wearing a sleeveless sweatshirt, and looking placidly down to the ring. Blasts of pyro explode from the ramp and the ring, and Tiger she walks down the ramp with Muldoon, wearing the WCWF Women’s Title. The crowd chants her name, and some of them are flipping off Muldoon.]

Devon Solie – Your father signed this match, Shane. I happen to know that the match’s stipulations are locked in, and nothing can change them! Man, this is going to be an interesting match.

Shane Ivo – (muttering slyly) You got that right, Solie…heh…

[“Hallelujah Chorus” begins playing over the PA system and bright white spotlights flare down to the top of the ramp, the entryway is shining. From the back, dressed in black jeans and a LOTR tight t-shirt accentuating her young body, is Ashley Flair! The fans are cheering and in SHOCK!]

Devon Solie – What in the—What the hell is this?! GOOD LORD, Ashley Flair is going to face off with—wait a minute—

[From the backstage area walks none other than E-Unit, but he’s not dressed in his trademark suit, but in a pair of green long kickboxing trunks with white stripes down the side, and an Under Armor sleeveless shirt. He’s got the WCWF replica belt around his waist, with a massive E-Unit nameplate. His fists are taped up, and there are crosses on both fists. He has a shredded towel hanging on his head, and around his neck. He shakes his head, and walks with Ashley down to the ring, with a piece of tape around his ring finger. Ashley is smirking, and the fans are split with cheers and boos.]

Devon Solie – Well, E-Unit has decided to come here to ringside with Ashley, to even up the odds it looks like. Tina doesn’t seem to be too concerned, however..

Shane Ivo – (under his breath, giggling) wait for it….wait for it…

[The fans cheer as E-Unit stops Ashley at the stairs, and pulls a mic out of his trunks, and tossing the towel off his head. He points up at Tina Tiger, grinning.]

E-Unit – Look, honey, I hate to disappoint you, but the Felt ain’t about to let their prime piece get mauled by some shemale in the ring…No, you ain’t facing sweet Ashley Flair tonight…No, honey, you got the one the only…E-UNIT. That’s right…remember your little anyone, anytime rant? Well, the anyone is ME. And the anytime is NOW. So, we can do this the easy way…

[E-Unit speaks as he enters the ring, and Muscles Muldoon is climbing the stairs now, getting on the apron. E-Unit walks to the center of the ring, towering over Tina Tiger.]

E-Unit – Or we can do this…the hard way….

[Tina Tiger rears back and slaps E-Unit across the face, his head rocks to the side! The fans cheer, and then the ref motions for the bell!]

Devon Solie – What in the hell?! E-Unit’s going to be facing off for the Women’s Championship?!

Shane Ivo – Good to see you catching up! HAHAHAHA!

[E-Unit gets a few forearm shots to the face, then grabs Tina Tiger by the head, and slams her down into the mat with a chokeslam! The fans boo as E-Unit stomps her in the gut, and pins her down to the mat with a boot! The ref comes over as the much smaller Tina Tiger tries her damndest to get up, but Unit just leans on her. The ref slaps the mat once, twice, and E-Unit breaks the cover!]

Austin Becker – Man, what an asshole…But hell, he’s really going to go for the Women’s Title…heh…that’s pretty funny..

Devon Solie – COME ON. This isn’t funny, it’s a slap in the face of the sport of Women’s Wrestling!

Shane Ivo – Women’s Wrestling?! What a *bleep*in’ joke, Solie. Come on, even Pops knows that a woman can’t compete fairly against a man. Women’s wrestling just as good as men’s wrestling?! Well, let’s see Tina retain her *bleep*in’ title, then. HAHAHA!

Devon Solie – This is just sick. Sick!

[E-Unit grabs Tina off the mat, and Muscles Muldoon is getting up on the apron again, but suddenly a man runs out of the audience, and slams him in the lower back with a double axe-handle! The fans boo as Black Major has made his return, slamming fists into the head of Muscles Muldoon, driving him down to the mats outside the ring. Ashley’s grinning wickedly and clapping over her head to the massive boos of the fans. E-Unit chokeslams Tina wickedly down to the mat, then slowly, grinding over her buttocks, sets her up for the Treatment! He yanks back on her face, and she immediately taps out! Tina screams, and Unit yanks her head back and forth, leaving her down and out on the mat as the bell rings. He slowly gets up as Black Major finishes Muldoon off with the Blackout outside the ring! The fans are throwing garbage as E-Unit drops to his knees clutching the Women’s Title to his chest shaking his head, mimicking Shawn Michaels’ first World Heavyweight Title win, and raising the belt up! “Hallelujah Chorus” plays as the fans are tossing down trash, and Tina is on the mat, coughing and holding her neck.]

Holly Johnson – (sounding disgusted) Here is your winner…and NEW WCWF Women—

[E-Unit gets up and steps out of the ring. Holly’s eyes go wide as he grabs the mic.]

E-Unit – I’m only gonna tell you this one time, Johnson…It’s WCWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…and NOW…The First Ever Kaufman Memorial WCWF Intergender Wrestling Champion!

[Some of the fans are laughing and cheering, but most are disgusted by this display. The fans are booing as E-Unit walks away up the ramp with Black Major and Ashley Flair. They are stopped at the top of the ramp by Dud Mackenzie.]

Dud Mackenzie – E-Unit! E-Unit! I have a few questions for you—

E-Unit – Let me stop you right there, Mackenzie. I don’t have time for a bunch of questions…let me just answer the three questions you got: One, yes, I am the World Champ. Two, Yes I am the Intergender Champ, and three Black Major went out and formulated the only battle plan that made any damned sense at all: Join up with the Felt…bitch, we’re worldwide now! Get out of my face, Dud.

[E-Unit shoves Dud out of the way as they leave the ringside area. Dud just shakes his head as they walk away. The fans are still booing as the shot changes to show the parking lot again.]

WINNER: E-Unit

[The limo’s back door is being closed by The Driver, who gets the door closed as the camera spins around looking for Stang Ivo. He’s nowhere to be seen, and The Driver walks up to the driver’s side of the limousine, and enters the limo. He idles the engine and just stares out. The cameraman turns to follow where Stang must have gone into the building, and the crowd inside is going nuts. The cameraman gets to the side entrance doors, and is stopped by The Party Crashers! The fans are booing as the Crashers look down at the cameraman. Then, out of nowhere, they beat the living hell out of the cameraman, and leave the camera on its side on the pavement. You can see as the Big Man jackknifes the cameraman down to the asphalt. The Medium Mang walks over and picks up the camera and points it over to the Party Crashers. They’re all laughing and looking down at the cameraman.]

The Medium Mang – Oh…oh *bleep*, that was funny. Boys, let’s go get ready for our fight…this is going to be good.

[The camera is dropped on its side, and the shot is skewed for a moment, then blasts static. The shot changes to show the ring, where Holly Johnson is standing and smiling broadly. She brings up the mic and looks happy as hell.]

Holly Johnson – Ladies and gentlemen, fans of the WCWF, it gives me great pleasure to introduce the owner and CEO of the WCWF…Mr. STANG IVO!!

[“Havoc” by Soulfly begins playing over the PA system, and from the backstage area, not on crutches, not bandaged, hell, looking actually pretty spry for a man who was beaten to within an inch of his life a week past, walks Stang Ivo wearing his black Armani and blood red tie. He’s carrying a large metal case, and walks to the ring with a serious look on his face. He doesn’t even appear to be bruised.]

Devon Solie – Wha—Wow, here’s Mr. Ivo…and he looks fine! He doesn’t appear to be hurt at all…what in the hell is going on here?

[Ivo walks into the ring where a small podium has been set up. He places the metal case on the podium, and opens it. He waves over a cameraman as he grabs a mic, and the shot shows the WCWF World Tag Team Championship belts. He grins and then begins speaking.]

Stang Ivo – The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

[The fans cheer and laugh as Stang smirks out to them. He purses his lips and looks down to the belts. He scratches his chin as the fans chant his name and he nods along for a moment.]

Stang Ivo – Okay, okay…I’m sure you’re all wondering the same thing…what in the hell happened out there Tuesday? Folks, I’ll tell you what happened…After tonight’s Main Event, you’re going to get the whole story. But I’m not out here to talk on that. I’m here to divulge the stipulations for the next match…our WCWF World Tag Title Match…We’ve had several men competing for these belts. We’ve had all kinds of teams fall to the wayside, and now, with three teams left, we’re going to have a World Tag Title Match…If you would, please, Jerry…

[Ivo motions up to a massive cherry picker, which lowers from above the ring. The cherry picker’s bucket is about three feet from the ground, and Ivo tosses the belts into the bucket. He then jerks a thumb up into the air, and the bucket goes all the way up, about seventy feet above the ring. The bucket holds the belts and Stang nods.]

Stang Ivo – Jerry, if you would…bring me the keys.

[Jerry, the guy running the crane steps out of the thing, and walks over to the ring, twirling the keys around his finger. He tosses the keys to Ivo, who snatches them out of the air. He looks into the camera, and tosses the keys into the case he brought down to the ring. He snaps the case closed, and snaps a small luggage lock on it. He steps from behind the podium, and to the apron, holding the mic.]

Stang Ivo – I have done my level best to provide you, the WCWF fans, with the very BEST in Wrestling Entertainment. Pro wrestling has been mired recently, with stale stars and weak as tapwater stories…hell, I know I fall asleep watching them…and Pay Per Views NEVER give you your money’s worth…Well, tonight, I’m talking to all the dumb sonsabitches who run other federations, with their so-called Superstars.…pay attention…this is what you call a Main Event. See, all three teams, I know you’re watching this backstage, and I want you to listen to me well…Miss Johnson isn’t announcing anyone…no pyro, no music…All you have to do to be the champion, is get the key, get the crane…get the belts…And the match begins…NOW.

[Ivo points to the timekeeper, who rings the bell! The fans are cheering as Ivo leaves the ring, and walks away from ringside, as they watch the ring. Suddenly, there’s a roar of an engine as Sean Cage’s F-150 blasts down the side aisle, and Stang steps aside as the men burst from the cab and run to the ring. Sean Cage is wearing a “CURE MOTHER*bleep*ER” t-shirt, and cutoff jeans, carrying his Singapore cane, and Storm’s wearing his navy blue and sliver lightning tights down to the ring.]

Devon Solie – The Horsemen have arrived! They are in the ring! Hell yeah!

Shane Ivo – My dad’s a *bleep*ing genius! HAHAHAHA!

[The fans are on their feet as Storm and Cage both grab the case and look at the small lock. Cage rolls out of the ring, and reaches underneath, grabbing a fire extinguisher. Stang looks back over his shoulder, grinning devilishly at the carnage he’s just unleashed. The fans pop as Coth and Syndrome run from the backstage area, and slide under the bottom rope into the ring!]

Devon Solie – Here’s the Domain, showing up at the last minute! Folks, there’s no pinning, no submissions, it’s just gotta be the ones who get the belts! Man, Mr. Ivo has done it again!

Austin Becker – When he came up with the Tower of Pain, I thought he was off his rocker! I thought he had just lost his mind! But now, this match, man…Stang has gone around the bend and come back to SANE! These are not the types of men who you put in a ring and just say Get ‘R Done, buddy. You gotta know that even the Texas Wolves will scratch and claw and bite their way to the top, too!

[As if on cue, Johnny Bearskin and Ricky Hollywood are running down to the ring, dressed in their ring gear. Hollywood with his FOR THE KIDS steel chair, dented in several places from his attacks during matches. Bearskin’s carrying a pair of bolt cutters! In the ring, Cage and Syndrome are exchanging punches, as Coth is choking Storm out into the ropes! The fans burst into cheers as Bearskin and Hollywood grab the case, and Bearskin positions the bolt cutters to pop the lock. Cage and Syndrome stop punching each other, and slowly turn to see Bearskin with the case. Both men rush Bearskin, and as Cage spears Bearskin, Syndrome clotheslines him down to the mat! Cage gets up and fires stomps down into Bearskin, but Hollywood smashes him across the back with the chair! The fans cheer as Cage arches his back and drops to a knee. Hollywood slams the chair into the top of Sean’s head, and he collapses to the mat, clutching his head. Syndrome barks a laugh, then boots Hollywood in the gut, and he drops the chair! The crowd is cheering as Syndrome slams Ricky Hollywood with the Catalyst DDT into his FOR THE KIDS chair! Syndrome sits back up, and Bearskin is trying to get up. Cage is getting up as well, looking pissed off. Bearskin looks angrily at Syndrome and dives over to him, wading in with vicious chops to his chest!]

Devon Solie – GOOD GOD! Bearskin has lost his mind!

[Coth has fired Storm into the ropes, looking like he’s going to toss him out, but flips him over to put him in the hangman! Storm’s face goes beet red as his legs piston. He’s being choked and struggles to get out of the position. Coth walks over to where Syndrome is brawling with Bearskin, but reaches down and grabs the bolt cutters! Cage is back up, and runs at Coth, who sees him and bashes him in the forehead with the bolt cutters, cutting his forehead open, and causing a flood of blood streaming down. Coth brings the cutters down and snaps the lock. Bearskin clotheslines the hell out of Syndrome, who flips upside down, and lands on his back. Coth looks over in time to see a massive mafia kick on the part of Bearskin that drops him to the mat. Ricky Hollywood is still unconscious on the mat.]

Devon Solie – MY GOD! These men are going to rip each other to shreds! Coth is down, Syndrome is down, Hollywood is down, and Storm…

[Storm has stopped struggling, and gets his hands in a press position underneath the ropes, and bounces himself backward back into the ring, gasping for air, face beet red. Storm gets up and runs over to Coth, chop blocking his knee out from under him! Coth shouts with pain as he falls to the mat on that injured leg! Storm gets back up, but is still shaky from the loss of air. Bearskin grabs Storm around the neck, but Storm fires out with a quick reversal into an armdrag down to the mat. He follows up with a hatchet kick across the big man’s nose! The fans groan with sympathetic pain as Bearskin’s nose is crushed and starts bleeding. Storm grabs the case, and Coth is trying to get back up. Storm runs over and slams the case into the back of Coth’s head! The crowd is cheering and chanting HORSEMEN as Cage gets back to his feet. He yells something to Storm, who opens the case and tosses the keys to Sean Cage.]

Devon Solie – The Horsemen have the upper hand here, and the keys to the crane! All they have to do is get that bucket down and grab those belts!

Shane Ivo – Hell yeah! But that means that Storm and Cage have to work as a team…so, I don’t know if these maroons can get it together enough to gain the World Tag Titles! HAHAHA! It’s gonna be fun to find out!

Austin Becker – Cage is bloody, and Storm was nearly choked unconscious! They’d better capitalize quick!

[Coth is back to his feet, and Syndrome is back to his feet, and snarling at Bearskin. He grabs the FOR THE KIDS chair, and smashes him across the back! Bearskin drops to a knee. Syndrome bashes Bearskin in the back of the head, and Bearskin collapses to the mat. The fans are cheering as Storm points to the crane and gives the keys to Sean Cage. Storm gets smashed in the back of the head with a double axe handle from Van Coth into the waiting grip of Syndrome who boots him in the gut, and drives his head down into the mat with the Catalyst DDT!]

Devon Solie – GOOD LORD! That’s the second Catalyst of the match, and Storm is out cold!

[Cage watches as Syndrome drops Storm, and still goes over to the crane! The fans are booing as Coth stomps down onto the head of Storm with his good leg, and Storm is struggling to get back to his feet. Cage opens the door to the crane as Syndrome rolls out of the ring. Bearskin is getting back up using the ropes. Coth runs over, and Bearskin leaps forward with a Thunderball Clothesline, knocking Coth out and down to the mat! Cage has the door open, and Syndrome runs over. Cage swings the door out as hard as he can, slamming it into the face of Syndrome! The crowd is cheering as Syndrome falls onto his back on the mats outside the ring.]

Devon Solie – What a shot!

Shane Ivo – Damn! That looked like it hurt! A steel door to the face…BOOMBA!

Austin Becker – Cage is lowering the bucket, but Storm is out cold!

[The fans cheer as the bucket is lowered down about twenty feet. Syndrome is back up, and grabs Cage by the back of the head. He slams his head against the steering wheel, then yanks him out of the crane! Coth is on his gut, and stirs a little, pulling himself off of the mat. Storm is also getting back up as Ricky Hollywood is finally shaking off the cobwebs from the Catalyst. Cage is getting stomped by Syndrome, and then tries to hit him in the nuts. Syndrome steps out of the way, and fires out with a side kick to his face. Cage slumps down to the mats outside the ring, and Syndrome grabs him up, and puts his head on the floor foot well, and slams the door on Cage’s neck! The fans are cheering as Storm is back up, and heading outside the ring. Bearskin grabs Coth, and gets grabbed around the throat in a grip, choking the hell out of him!]

Devon Solie – He’s going for the SoulStealer!

[Bearskin’s eyes are wild and he chops down onto the arm of Coth a few times, trying to pry him off, and then finally chops hard enough to break his grip!]

Devon Solie – GOOD LORD! I’ve never seen ANYONE break out of the Soulstealer!

[Coth looks pissed and grabs him again around the throat, and uses his other hand to add leverage, choking the *bleep* out of Bearskin. Bearskin’s eyes go dim, then flutter, and finally close, as Coth raises him up, braces his butt with his hand, and runs him to the ropes and tosses him down to the mats outside the ring with the Soulstealer! Bearskin is layed out outside the ring as Syndrome climbs into the cab of the crane, dropping the bucket down. Storm runs over to the cab, and Syndrome pivots and kicks out to his jaw, sending him sprawling on the mats. The bucket is now about thirteen feet from the mat, and Coth is up and swatting at it, trying to grab it. Storm is rubbing his jaw as Syndrome gets out of the cab, and runs forward. Storm fires out with the Lightning Strike! Syndrome staggers back, and Storm runs forward and jams his head down into the mats with the PowerDriver! The crowd is cheering and chanting as Storm nods and brings himself back to his feet. Coth looks outside the ring, and Storm looks back to see Cage in the ring behind Coth with the cane! He smashes across the back of Coth’s head, and Van Coth staggers forward. Sean Cage follows up with another shot, and another, and finally, Coth drops down to his gut on the mat. Cage motions to Storm, and the fans are on their feet as Storm reaches in and drops the bucket down to about ten feet off the mat. Syndrome, bloody now from the kick, is up, and grabs Storm by the hair, dragging him backward, twisting him around and dropping him to the mat in the Catalyst! The fans are berserk as Cage jumps up, and grabs the bottom of the bucket, but can’t get inside!]

Devon Solie – SEAN CAGE IS GOING FOR THE BELTS!

[The fans cheer as Syndrome gets up and mashes down on the controls of the crane, yanking the bucket up another ten feet, and Sean is scrambling to hold on! Then, when the crane gets about twenty five feet up, Cage manages to grab the belts, but loses his grip on the bucket!]

Devon Solie – GOOD GOD!

Shane Ivo – HOLY *bleep*!!

Austin Becker – MY GOD!

[Sean Cage plummets about fifteen feet down to the ring, smashing into the mat with his back, Tag belts draped over him. Syndrome looks pissed off as Cage writhes on the mat in severe pain, blood streaming down his face and World Tag belts spread out in the ring. All of the fans in the arena are chanting HOLY *bleep*! as Cage struggles to get to his feet. Storm is getting up, and Coth is also trying to get up. Syndrome stomps toward the ring, blood streaming down his face, rolling into the ring. Cage is hurt really bad, coughing and raising a fist as the bell rings outside.]

Devon Solie – Oh come on! Syndrome, the match is over!

[Syndrome looks down at Cage and grabs his wrist. The fans are shocked as he pulls Cage from the mat and raises his fist! Syndrome points to Cage, and looks strangely normal as he nods and pats Cage on the back. The fans are cheering, and Cage can barely stand. Syndrome nods to the fans, then hooks Cage’s neck, and Catalyst DDTs him down into the World Tag Belt! The crowd is booing as Syndrome kicks Cage in the head as he walks out of the ring. Coth is up, and looks serene as he and Syndrome walk up the ramp, to the hoofbeats of the Horsemen.]

Devon Solie – That was just sick. JUST SICK. Syndrome attacking a severely wounded Sean Cage after the bell! Good Lord what’s next…what in the HELL could be next?!

[The Domain leaves the ring as Holly Johnson begins speaking.]

Holly Johnson – Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners….AND NEW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS….Sean Cage…Storm….THE HORSEMEN!!

[The fans go wild as the shot changes to show the backstage area again, Stang Ivo walking down the hallway, reading a document.]

WINNERS: The Horsemen

[Ivo turns the corner, and standing there is Junior Dre, looking stunned. He’s dressed for battle in the ring, and Stang nods to him. Dre puts his hands on Stang’s shoulders and shakes him a little, looking at him.]

Junior Dre – Wh..What the hell? You..I saw you. You were all…

Stang Ivo – I was all what, Andre? Oh, you went to the hospital, hm? Thank you for your sympathy, but you’ll find that it’s hard to stay a step ahead of Good Old Stang Ivo. I’m sure you have plenty of questions for me. But I’ll answer those after tonight’s World Heavyweight Title Match..come on, Andre, walk with me…

[Stang and Junior Dre walk down the hallway, and stop in front of an unmarked door in the backstage area. From inside there’s a rhythmic pounding sound. The door shakes a little as each shot is fired out inside the room. Dre looks at Ivo with a puzzled look. Stang smirks and opens the door, and Highlander turns to look out to the pair.]

Highlander – Stang…What? I thought…

[Stang just shakes his head.]

Stang Ivo – Don’t worry about it, Highlander…You asked for a tag partner, but I’ve decided to make an executive decision…Your partner’s going to be The Backstage Enforcer…The Northwest Soldja…JUNIOR DRE.

[Dre looks shocked and shakes his head.]

Junior Dre – Hey Stang, I’ll do whatever you ask, but I had no idea I’d be going out there tonight. This isn’t what I want—

Stang Ivo – Well, when you start writing MY paychecks, I’ll consider what you want, Andre. Look, you wanted a way to come back into the spotlight…you get out there, you do your job, and I’ll give you a permanent spot on the roster again. You can compete in whatever title race you want, but I want you paired up with Highlander. Tonight, the Party Crashers get to meet the WCWF’s bouncers. And I know you two won’t let me down…right?

[Highlander and Junior Dre just look at each other with strange blank looks. Then Highlander nods. Dre nods, and then grins. You can see the fire growing inside him as Stang walks off with a grin as well. The fans in the arena go nuts as the shot changes to show the ring, swatched with pale maroon stains from tonight’s battles. Holly Johnson stands in the ring and brings up the microphone. She smiles a little nervously as she begins announcing the match.]

Holly Johnson – Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall…Introducing first…From Parts Unknown.…THE PARTY CRASHERS!

[The old nWo porno music begins playing and then the sound of a CD skipping, and the skipping sound then morphs into “Till I Collapse” by Eminem. From the back walks The Party Crashers…The smaller and the larger walking together, wearing black ski masks, and ready to fight. They walk down to the ring as the fans are booing and the two men nod to the song as the crowd in the song clap along. The smaller of the two climbs into the ring, and hops a few times. The larger man is wearing a tank top and long leather fringed pants with red and black wrestling boots. The smaller man’s wearing a pair of trunks that he reveals when he takes off his breakaways. The larger man stays on the apron on the other side of the ring as the smaller just shakes his head back and forth staring up at the top of the ramp.]

Holly Johnson – And their opponents…From the Highlands of Scotland and Northwest London, England…HIGHLANDER and JUNIOR DRE!

[The fans explode with cheers and chanting as Highlander and Dre walk out to “Princes of the Universe” Highlander and Dre walk down to the ring, both looking ready to unleash hell on the Party Crashers. Highlander just smirks up at them as he walks down to the ring, and climbs up the stairs. Highlander and Dre get in the ring, and look at each other. Then they play rock-paper-scissors to see who gets in the ring. The Party Crashers are talking to each other and nodding as the fans cheer and clap. Dre is hopping up and down in the ring as the bell rings.]

Devon Solie – It looks like Dre’s starting off against the smaller of the two Party Crashers, but that’s not saying much, that guy’s pretty big.

[Both men walk to the center of the ring, and Party Crasher 1 looks at Dre. They lock up and PC1 grabs Dre and fires him into the ropes, and bashes into him with a shoulder block that sends him to the mat! The crowd goes nuts as Dre gets up and fires out a foot, kicking PC1 across the face! The fans chant Dre’s name as he whips PC1 into the ropes, and the fans cheer as Highlander blasts him in the back of the neck with one of those pillar shaking rights! The crowd is cheering as PC1 is sent sprawling forward and Dre grabs him around the neck and launches him up and over in a release facelock suplex! PC1 bounces off of the mat, clutching his head!]

Devon Solie – HELL YEAH! Beat the hell out of that guy!

Shane Ivo – HIGHLANDER! HIGHLANDER!

[Shane continues rallying the fans, chanting Highlander’s name, and PC1 tags in PC2, who steps over the top rope, and Dre runs forward, and he blasts him down to the mat with a firing right hand! The fans are booing as Dre is sent to the mat. Dre gets up again, and the big man grabs him and slams him down to the mat with a powerslam that shakes the ring! Dre arches his back and reaches out to Highlander, but PC2 drags him back toward the middle of the ring. PC1 is off the apron and sneaking around to the other side of the ring. PC2 grabs Dre around the throat in a naked choke hold, the ref counting it off, and PC1 grabbing a chair and slamming Highlander in the back with it! The fans are screaming as Highlander doesn’t even seem fazed! He slowly turns with a grin to PC1, and hops off the apron! The crowd goes bat*bleep* as they begin brawling outside the ring.

PC2 is continuing to choke Dre, releasing at four, and then going back to the choke. PC1 and Highlander are brawling, and Highlander sends him flying, pinwheeling his arms into the guardrail! Highlander’s face is beet red with rage as he runs forward and blasts PC1 with a clothesline that sends him over the rail and into the fans! The fans are pouring cokes and screaming at PC1. He gets back to his feet as Highlander poses for the fans. The crowd is chanting Highlander’s name, and PC2 looks outside the ring, and turns away from Dre. Junior Dre is back up, and grabs PC2 from behind with a Cobra Lock! PC2 is trying to break out, but Dre is locking his legs around the chest of PC2!]

Devon Solie – WOW! Party Crasher Two grabbed by Dre! I think he’s going to drop here! YES! Take his ass out, Dre!

Shane Ivo – YEAH! SOLIE! GET INTO IT!

Austin Becker – Highlander’s just taking it to them!

[PC2 gets up, and staggers back, building steam, and Dre looks behind him, letting go and rolling out of the way as PC2 bashes into the corner back first, and Dre gets back to his feet. Highlander’s back on the apron, and Dre leaps forward and tags him in! The fans are chanting his name as he gets back in the ring, and PC2 is pulling himself out of the corner. Both men meet in the middle of the ring and begin throwing punches. PC2’s rights are just as strong as Highlander’s and finally Highlander blasts out with a right that staggers PC2, then PC2 throws a left that makes Highlander take a step back! The fans are shocked as they continue going back and forth!]

Devon Solie – These Party Crashers aren’t just thugs with bats! Party Crasher Two seems like he knows how to throw a punch too! Good God! Look at those two behemoths in the ring. What in the --?

[From the backstage area, the Horsemen, The Domain, The Felt, and every single member of the WCWF roster come out, and stand on the stage area. The fans are screaming and cheering as the entire roster watches the match. Of course guys who hate each other are all opposite each other, but everyone’s watching this match with interest. The fans are screaming and shouting as the roster keeps an eye on the ring. PC1 is back from his little face to face with the fans, and in the ring, PC2 has managed to put Highlander in a side headlock, and fire him into the ropes. They meet in the middle with a pair of shoulder blocks that stagger both men. PC2 bounces off the ropes, and slams into Highlander with another shoulderblock that drops him! The fans are shocked, and boo as PC2 poses him down, and fires down a few stomps. Dre is hopping on the apron and yelling at Highlander.]

Devon Solie – It appears as though the entire roster is out here, with the exception of Brian Light and Ric Flair! This is incredible! I’ve never seen this happen on a WCWF broadcast before!

[Cage is looking like he needs a bed, not a match, but he’s staring down to the ring, and Storm is still bloody from the World Tag Match and staring down the Party Crashers. In the ring, PC2 dodges a punch and drops Highlander to the mat in an armbreaker! The fans boo as he locks on an armlock, grapevining the elbow with his legs! These two massive men are attempting to outwrestle each other, and PC2 has the upper hand! Highlander looks pained, but not out of this contest as PC1 gets back on the apron. Finally, Highlander struggles and gets a foot on the ropes. The ref comes over and breaks the hold!]

Devon Solie – An armbreaker on Highlander, Party Crasher Two is trying to take his arm out of commission here. Party Crasher One is waiting for the tag…and he gets it!

[PC2 tags in PC1, and he steps through the ropes and stomps the hell out of the back of Highlander. Highlander is trying to get up, and PC1 slams a fist into his upper ribs, and then right that drops Highlander to a knee. PC1 reaches back for another punch, and Highlander grabs PC1 around the neck with a fist! He raises up PC1 and slams him down into the mat with the Quickening! The fans cheer as Highlander drops down across the chest of PC1!]

Devon Solie – GOOD GOD! The Quickening! Highlander with a cover!

[Up on the stage, Tombstone is yelling at Dollar Bill. The fans are booing as TCW shoves Tombstone, who hits into Bearskin. Bearskin and Hollywood begin brawling with Tombstone, and the stage erupts into a soccer riot! The fans are booing because in the ring, PC2 has broken up the pin attempt. The fans begin tossing trash down as Dre runs over and gets clotheslined for his trouble! The crowd is booing as PC2 grabs Dre by the head and sends him out of the ring! PC2 drops a massive elbow across the back of Highlander’s head, and the crowd is chanting ‘YOU SUCK’ as Highlander collapses to the mat.

PC1 gets back up, and both the Party Crashers are firing down stomps to the back of Highlander. Up on the stage, the pier sixer has devolved into a simple war. But Van Coth and Syndrome have backed away from the men fighting, grinning. The crowd is watching both the ring and the stage, and in the ring, PC1 has slammed a forearm down into the back of Highlander as PC2 sets him up for the Jackknife! The crowd is booing as PC2 hoists up Highlander and power bombs him down into the ring! The fans boo as PC2 makes the cover, and PC1 makes the ‘SUCK IT’ gesture to him. But before the count even begins, Highlander is out of the pin! The ref backs away, and Highlander gets up, a look of rage on his face. PC1 looks surprised, then smirks, and pulls up his ski mask enough to show his mouth. He brings up his fingers, and whistles!]

Devon Solie – What’s that supposed to be?!

Shane Ivo – Oh no! Oh God I think they’re---

Austin Becker – WHAT THE *bleep*?!

[Syndrome and Van Coth begin walking toward the ring, and the fans are screaming at them. Syndrome and Coth walk away from the massive brawl on the stage, and begin trotting down to ringside, and grab Junior Dre. PC1 and PC2 begin pounding the hell out of Highlander as he throws punches at both men. But unfortunately, the Party Crashers again have overpowered him. The crowd is booing as Syndrome snaps Dre down into the mats outside the ring with the Catalyst! Van Coth cracks his neck and is smiling in a weird way. He doesn’t look like the normal Coth, if Coth can ever be called ‘Normal’. Coth looks like a guy who’s having fun with what he’s doing. Syndrome grabs Dre from the mats, and feeds him to Van Coth, who chokes the *bleep* out of him, shaking Dre’s neck, hoisting him up and slamming him down into the mats outside the ring in the Soulstealer!]

Devon Solie – I DON’T BELIEVE WHAT I’M SEEING! Syndrome and Van Coth are two of the three inside men! What in the hell has possessed them to ally themselves with the Party Crashers?!

Shane Ivo – Those backstabbing mother*bleep*ers better watch their backs! This isn’t over! This is just the beginning! I’m going to make it my *bleep*ing mission to put those assholes OUT of this business.

[In the ring the Party Crashers slam Highlander into the mat with another Jackknife! They both raise up their fists and the fans are tossing trash down into the ring as PC1 grabs Highlander, unconscious off the mat, and pulls him to the center of the ring. Party Crasher One grabs his ski mask and tosses it out to the audience, to the screams of the sold out Citrus Bowl! The old school fans are shocked to see H-Bomb standing in the middle of the ring with the Highlander hooked! H-Bomb jumps up and drives Highlander face down into the mat with the Fallout! The ref is trying to maintain order as H-Bomb flips Highlander over!]

Devon Solie – H-Bomb?! H-Bomb is the Party Crasher?! Who in the hell is his—

[Party Crasher 2 takes off his mask to reveal none other than H-Bomb’s running partner and devastating Superstar Detroit Jack. The fans are tossing trash down to the ring as H-Bomb and Detroit Jack gain the victory over Highlander. The fans are booing, and the whole arena erupts with screaming taunts and ‘YOU SUCK’ chants. H-Bomb just stares out at them with a look of triumph on his face as the bell rings. The crowd is booing as Syndrome and Coth roll into the ring, and raise their fists in the air with the Posse Salute...the first and middle fingers raised up with your arms crossed, then they bring them down in the ‘SUCK IT’ to Highlander, laying on the mat unconscious. The bell rings and Coth and Syndrome grab Highlander off the mat, and toss him out of the ring. On the stage, only a few of the Superstars aren’t busy fighting, and Cage and Storm are laid out by sneak attacks. Security is clearing the stage, and H-Bomb motions for a microphone. Holly Johnson tosses him one, and he brings it up.]

Devon Solie – This asshole…what in the hell…now he’s a part of the roster again!? This is not good, boys…not good at all…

H-Bomb – Okay, now, before you people get all pissed off, we need to clear up a few things, so shut the *bleep* up. First, I didn’t steal people from the WCWF roster…these two approached ME after our first attack. *bleep*, Coth knew who I was the second he saw me and Jack here *bleep* up the idiots of the WCWF. You know what, guys.,. You tell them after this…Why? Why is H-Bomb back, after all these years? Why am I here? Why am I doing my damndest to wreck the WCWF? Well, *bleep*, because this *bleep*’s fun. The Posse, that’s me, Detroit Jack, Simon Vance and Vincent V.C. This is just beginning…You assholes didn’t invite the Posse to the party. You ignored me, and that’s got my ADHD acting up. I want a little attention. So, any of you *bleep*ing losers want to play with us, please come dow---Oh wait, you *bleep*ing fools can’t organize a *bleep*ed trip to the zoo much less organize against The Posse. Tell ‘em Simon

[The fans are rumbling, booing as Syndrome and Van Coth just smirk out to the fans. They don’t look like the sick and twisted gothic guys, they just look like two asshole wrestlers standing in the ring flipping off the crowd. H-Bomb hands Syndrome the mic, and he just looks out to the fans, shaking his head.]

Syndrome – *bleep*. Man, you know what? I’ve been pretending to be crazy so *bleep*ing long that I forgot what just cutting loose felt like.

[SYNDROME SUCKS chants begin rising up all over the arenas.]

Syndrome - My name ain’t Syndrome, you assholes. Never was. See, you guys needed some kind of *bleep*ing gimmick to let me get ahead. *bleep*, I’ve been around this fed since before half of you people knew about wrestling. I got saddled with a *bleep*ing gimmick, pretending to be a filthy *bleep*ing pedophile or whatever the *bleep* Ivo wanted me to do. And I DID IT. I DID IT AND MORE. *bleep*ing Ivo told me that gold was in my future, and he was right. Now I got the Shoot Title. And everywhere I go, I get spit on, I get *bleep*ed with because I’m just a sick *bleep* right? *bleep* YOU PEOPLE. You’re the reason I can’t *bleep*ing eat dinner in a restaurant…I make more a year than the *bleep*ing President, and I can’t even go to KFC without someone screaming about some *bleep*ing fight I have with their favorite Superstar?! *bleep* that. I saw a chance to break out of that bad cycle. And when I heard Coth and Bomb talking, I made my decision…*bleep* Syndrome…*bleep* you fans…My name’s Simon Vance. Remember THAT name, you *bleep*s.

[Syndrome flips off the fans as he slams the mic into Van Coth’s chest. Coth’s nodding as he hears the boos of the crowd. He walks to the ropes and nods again. He brings up the mic, and shakes his head.]

Van Coth – You know what? Simon’s telling you assholes the truth, and you have the balls to shout him down? *bleep* you guys, man. Hell, I’m from one of the most wealthy families in the UK and I have to pretend to be some half-assed cultist for you people?! *bleep*, again, I say *bleep* you too. Because you people made Van Coth a gothic *bleep*ing joke. Not to mention now I got guys running around painting themselves up, *bleep*ing playing ghostbusters, playing Halloween…And I have nobody but me to blame. Carver…we let you go because you aren’t ready to roll with us…not yet…So, now, with all you asshole ‘Fallen Angels’ ‘Avenging Demons’ and all that nonsense, get ready for Vincent John Van Coth, this *bleep*’s “THE REAL”. And none of the beatings I’m going to deliver are *bleep*ing fairy tales.

[Coth tosses the mic to Detroit Jack, who grins and shakes his head.]

Detroit Jack – WHOOOEEE! You guys! Damn, watch your mouths! There’s some kids out here who might still believe in the boogeyman! Look, people, there’s us, and then there’s you. The Posse’s opening the books this week, at Havoc, we’re coming down to the ring, and we’re inviting everyone who wants to keep their legs from getting broke to our side. Be smart…do the right thing.

H-Bomb – NO! Don’t! We don’t want you! Stay backstage, ya *bleep*ing jackoffs! I want someone to take out this aggression on! Look, I’m calling out every single title holder on the roster, with the exception of the fake bitch E-Unit. Keep your Lady Wrestler Title. Good one, man…Way to bitch up, *bleep*er. Anyways…that’s it…oh wait! I forgot something! One more surprise! Our third man! Our inside dude! The man with the plan! But…let’s wait till later for that! LATER BITCHES! POSSE OUT!

[Bomb tosses the mic out to the fans and it blasts static as they leave the ring and head backstage, laughing and patting each other on the back. The crowd is still booing and raining garbage down on the Posse as they leave the ring.]

WINNERS: The Posse



[The shot changes to show the backstage area, in specific, the dressing room door of the WCWF World Heavyweight Champion, “Nature Boy” Ric Flair. The fans are screaming as the door opens and Flair walks out of the dressing room dressed in his long black sequined robe. He walks out of the room with a confident look on his face, and in the background, his room looks like someone trashed it. Apparently, as he watched the events from the Contract Match unfold, it pissed him off a little more than a little bit. Flair is stopped by Dud Mackenzie.]

Dud Mackenzie - Wait, Nature Boy, wait, please! I’ve been trying to get an interview all night! Sir, please!

[Flair stops, and puts his hands on his hips, exposing the WCWF World Title around his waist. The belt gleams in the light and Flair is grinning. He nods and deigns to respond to the cub reporter.]

Ric Flair - Look, Dud, I only have a little time...let’s make this quick, yeah? I got things to do.

[Flair stares down at the young man, who’s trying to keep calm and try to keep his mind on the job.]

Dud Mackenzie - Tonight, Champ, you face off with Brian Light, the strangest and most focused young wrestler on the WCWF roster, looking to come after your World Title. Are you ready for hi--

[Flair slaps Mackenzie across the face. Mackenzie bolts away from the Nature Boy, who just stares off after Dud. He picks up the microphone and looks into the camera. His eyes are steely as he stares into the lens. The fans in the arena are booing as Flair just looks down at his hands.]

Ric Flair - Dud...You don’t question The Man that way...you come at me with some kind of jive about ‘Am I Ready?’...YOU ask these pathetic HAM AND EGGERS if THEY’RE READY. You don’t ask “Nature Boy” if he’s ready. Am I ready? Well, I’ve been watching you, Brian Light. The best you got, punk, is some flamethrower. You got a bunch of guts borrowed from some other fly by night jerk, and you think that YOU’RE ready for the Nature Boy...You think watching a tape of my fights makes you ‘ready’? Nah, boy, you ain’t ready. You think that your little flamestick bothers me? You don’t think Abdullah the Butcher ever threw flames? Son of a bitch, kid, you got that gimmick from Mid-South, pal, and I’m sending you back to whatever mid-level no-account bumble-*bleep* fed you crawled out from, and then, when you’re tapping your little bitty fist on the mat, struggling to hold on to consciousness, I want you to remember Dusty Rhodes, and his fat ass unconscious...I want you to remember that Ricky only got the duke once, and I’ve got the belt. I want you to remember that you ain’t even close to the World Heavyweight Championship level. When you see the world the way I do, there can be only one fact that remains when that bell rings at the end of the match: To be the MAN, you gotta BEAT the MAN...and son, you ain’t the damned man...No, you may not like it...but you better learn to love it...Because the World Champion “Nature Boy” Ric Flair is the BEST. THING. GOING. TAH-DAY...WHoooooooooo.

[Flair holds up his four fingers as the shot changes to show the ring, where Holly Johnson is standing, smiling. The fans are still in shock from the last match, just amazed at what they’ve witnessed. The crowd is on edge, and Holly begins announcing the match.]

Holly Johnson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WCWF World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from New York City, New York...The Spitfire...BRIAN LIGHT!!

[“Firestarter” by Prodigy blasts over the PA system and Light walks out from the back with his leather trenchcoat. The crowd is cheering as the WorldTron, the massive LCD screens and the posts of the ring blast flames out from them. Light snaps his fingers and the flames go out. He raises the Spitfire Cane up, and blasts out three gouts of flame. Then from the back walks a tall man wearing a Spitfire shirt, and a black front-tied bandanna. He’s also got black denim jeans on, and a grin on his face. It’s Scott Hall! The crowd is going crazy as he does the overhead point to Light. The fans cheer as he walks down to the ring, wearing his SPITFIRE t-shirt under the trench and black leather pants. The fans are cheering as he walks up the stairs and enters the ring. The mass of humanity in the lower bowl is chanting his name as he walks to the center of the ring, and another gout of flame blasts from the posts.]

Holly Johnson - And his opponent...from Charlotte, North Carolina...a member of the Horsemen...He is the WCWF World Heavyweight Champion... “Nature Boy” RIC FLAIR!

[“2001: A Space Odyssey” plays over the PA system, and the crowd is half-cheering and half-booing as Flair walks out from the backstage area, plastered bandage over his right eye, and a grin of confidence as he holds his arms out and slowly turns around. Sparks blasts up in columns behind him as he turns around slowly. He walks down the ramp toward the ring, and several fans are bowing toward him in the ‘We’re Not Worthy’ pose. He walks to the ring, and up the stairs. Light has taken off his trenchcoat and t-shirt, and is pacing back and forth stripped to the waist. The crowd is cheering as the two men stare at each other across the ring. Flair is walking back and forth, taking off the robe, and tossing it out to a tech. He points down to the World Title and gives Light a ‘stick it’ gesture with a fist in his elbow. The fans boo as Flair tosses the belt out of the ring, and slaps his shoulder as he circles around Light. Light looks ready, and both men lock up in the center of the ring! The bell rings, starting the match.]

Devon Solie - This one’s begun, and Flair came out without the other Horsemen, and Light’s here with his enforcer the legendary Scott Hall!

Shane Ivo - Drunk driving makes you a legend!? When did that happen?! Well, I suppose it worked for our president...

Austin Becker - Buh-ZING!

[The fans cheer as Light is forced down to the mat with a shove by Flair! Light looks up with a look of satisfaction. Light is getting up and Flair walks over, and whips him to the ropes and follows up with a forearm shot to the face of Brian Light. Light gets knocked back, and Hall is grinning outside the ring, slamming a fist into the mat. Light is getting up, and Flair slaps a chop on him that staggers him. The crowd is shouting WHOO! with each chop. The crowd is on their feet as Flair hooks his neck, and pulls him up to a vertical hold, and then drops him down to the mat in a suplex! Light is holding his head on the mat, and Flair is getting back up. Flair grabs Light and punches him in the head. He grabs him in a side headlock, and pounds Light’s forehead with several more shots. The crowd is cheering as Flair whips Light into the ropes, and follows up with a knee to the gut that sends Light out of the ring. The crowd cheers as Light shakes his head and tries to get back up. Hall is helping Light up, and pushes him back into the ring. Flair looks over to Scott Hall, and flips him off with a cocky grin.]

Devon Solie - The fans here are split over this match. This is not the match they were expecting at all!

Shane Ivo - Flair is on fire out there...uh, not literally...not yet anyway!

Devon Solie - Good GOD!

[Light drives a forearm into the groin of Flair, who drops to the mat, and Light gets back up, breathing heavily. He pulls Flair from the mat, and sends him running into the ropes. The crowd is chanting for both men, Flair bouncing off the ropes, and coming back into a jumping power slam into the mat! The crowd pops as Flair screams in pain on the mat. Light goes to the corner, and leaps off with a flying elbow drop, knocking the wind out of Flair. Suddenly, a cascade of cheers goes up as Cage and Storm walk out of the backstage area, World Tag titles over their shoulder. They walk down to ringside, and shortly thereafter, Highlander and Sean Aries walk out, looking down to the ring, and over to Scott Hall. They don’t seem to be worried about the match. They’re standing around the other side of the ring, and watch the match. Highlander looks serious as he claps and watches Flair.]

Devon Solie - The Horsemen have come down to the ring, protecting the champ. The fans here are voicing their displeasure.

Shane Ivo - These guys are just the same as they’ve ever been. They’re going to screw Light out of the title, and then beat down whoever’s in the way! This is ridiculous!

[Light grabs Flair off the mat, and then drops him down to the mat in a modified RockerDropper from a standing position! The fans are amazed and cheer as Light makes the cover! The Horsemen are pounding the mat as the ref makes the count.]

Devon Solie - Light with a hellacious move!

[The ref slaps the mat!











...2














NO! The fans pop as Flair kicks out stiffly. Light grabs Ric off the mat, and fires a punch into his head. Then another and another, and Flair fires out a thumb to his eye! Light grabs his face, and Flair runs up and kicks Light in the balls! The fans are cheering as Flair chops the hell out of Light. The crowd is cheering and chanting Flair’s name as he braces Light’s head, and fires shots down into the temple of Light. Bam! Bam! Bam! Finally, Flair busts Light open, and then he goes nuts and bashes a flurry of shots in the side of his head, then lets Light slump down to the mat. Flair looks up to the rafters and shouts WHOO!]

Devon Solie - The Nature Boy is not giving an inch here!

Austin Becker - He’s showing that Old School Flair out in the ring...I don’t know if Light was ready for that!

[The fans are cheering as Light is struggling to get back to his feet and Flair is shaking his fist by his chest swearing a blue streak down at Light. Light gets back up and Flair chops him in the chest. Light’s chest has several broken blood vessels, and the cappilaries are bursted. Light gets another whipcrack chop, and clutches his chest, shouting with pain. Flair runs over, and drives a shoulder into his chest, knocking him down to the mat again. Light is trying to get up, and Flair grabs the ankle of Light, and snaps a little kick to the back of Light’s knee! The crowd is screaming as Flair stomps the knee of Light. Finally, Flair spins around, and locks Light into a spinning toe hold. The fans actually leap to their feet as Light smashes his fist against the mat, shouting with pain.]

Devon Solie - The Champ is really taking it to Light out there! This is probably not the way either man saw this going tonight...but you have to wonder what in the hell the Horsemen are doing out there tonight!

Shane Ivo - Well, lucky for Brian Light, he brought a drunken cokehead! HAHAHAHA!

Austin Becker - Yeah, well, don’t let Hall hear you say that! He’s got a short fuse!

[The crowd is cheering and clapping as Flair tightens the hold. But as he gets around, Light plants a foot on his ass, and press kicks him out of the ring through the ropes out to Scott Hall! The fans cheer as The Bad Guy immediately laces into Flair with some vicious stomps! Highlander is on the other side of the ring, and clotheslines Hall out of his boots! Hall falls to the mats outside the ring, and Light’s getting back up to his feet. He’s favoring his right leg, as Flair did a number on his left. Flair’s back up, and rolls into the ring. Light runs over and Flair kicks out and stomps the front of his knee, dropping him down to the mat!]

Austin Becker - Flair’s taking his time here, dismantling the challenger Light! The champ has definitely prepared for this match!

[Flair walks over and drops a kneedrop down onto the side of Light’s knee! Light slams a fist into the mat, shouting with pain. Flair grabs the leg of Brian Light, and Light kicks the champ in the nuts! The fans boo as Flair drops to a knee, and the crowd is chanting NATURE BOY at the top of their lungs. Brian Light is struggling to get back to his feet. Flair is on the mat, holding his gut. Light grabs Flair from the mat, and fires him into the ropes. Light swings Flair around and slams him down to the mat in a sideslam! Flair arches his back and Light gets back up, limping around Flair, and jumps up, dropping an elbow across Flair’s face! Outside the ring, Aries and Cage have knocked the hell out of Hall, and Storm has driven him down to the mats outside the ring in the PowerDriver! The crowd is cheering and chanting Flair’s name as Light is distracted by Hall getting mugged by the Horsemen! The ref is going over to break it up. Meanwhile, Highlander has slid the Spitfire Cane to Flair! The fans are going nuts as Light turns back to Flair. Flair’s got his hands on the Spitfire Cane! The fans scream as he blasts Brian Light with a gout of flame! Light falls to the mat, covering his face! Naitch tosses the cane out of the ring, and makes the cover!]

Devon Solie - Oh COME ON! This is insane! Ref open your eyes!

Austin Becker - Man, Light must have known that Flair would do something like this!

[The ref slides over, and begins the count!






...1













....2















NO!! Light kicks out of the pin! Flair looks shocked as he grabs Light by the hair, and smashes him in the side of the head! The pale, burned flesh on his forehead is torn up as Flair draws blood from Light’s head! The crowd is booing as Flair drives a knuckle deep into the burned flesh! Flair bashes Light again, and then picks him up, and sends him out to the ringside area. The Horsemen grab him up, and Highlander holds him while Cage slams him in the forehead with a right! The crowd is booing as the Horsemen work him over. The ref is yelling at the Horsemen, then points out of the arena! He’s tossing them out!]

Devon Solie - YES! FINALLY the REF earns his damned paycheck! He’s ejected the Horsemen from ringside!

Austin Becker - Solie, I think the damage has already been done, here, though.

[The fans cheer as The Horsemen are escorted out by security! Light is bloody and is trying to get up as the ref begins the count. Flair just stares at Light, knowing that nothing’s going to change the fact that the Horsemen are out of this match. Hall is being loaded onto a stretcher, and now both men are alone in the ring. The crowd is clapping rhythmically as Light rolls into the ring, face covered in blood and a bloody tear in his forehead from the burned tissue. Flair runs over and stomps Light in the head, using the top rope for leverage. The crowd is booing as Flair jumps up and drops a knee down into the side of Light’s head! Flair drags Light’s groggy body into the center of the ring. Flair makes a cover, and the ref comes over again for the pin.]

Devon Solie - Light has been torn open here, that burned tissue ripped open after that flame shot!

Austin Becker - Flair is wasting no time here, he wants this win!

[Light is getting up as Flair again stomps the calf of Brian Light! Light’s bleeding and trying to get to his feet, but again another stomp, and Light drops face first to the mat. Flair grabs his ankle and drags him to the center of the ring. The crowd is booing as Flair locks down in the Figure Four! Light is shouting to the rafters! The crowd is chanting his name as the ref comes over, asking for the submission!]

Devon Solie - The Figure Four! This could be it! Light’s showing a lot of heart out here, guys!

Austin Becker - Light had the deck stacked against him, that’s for sure, guys. But he’s proving to be a tough nut to crack!

[Light is shouting, and trying to get to the ropes, but Flair has the hold locked down! The ref asks again, and light just screams in the ref’s face NO! Blood spraying out of his mouth. The crowd is chanting Light’s name, and he tries to force the Figure Four over, and Flair is trying to keep the hold locked down. He reaches for Light’s foot, but Light shouts with effort, and rolls Flair over to his stomach, reversing the hold! The fans cheer and shout as Flair screams with pain!]

Devon Solie - Reversing a Figure Four does little to relieve the pressure, but it does hurt the man who initialized the hold! Flair is in severe pain now, with that hold locked down! Flair is struggling with it!

Shane Ivo - You know, this is just great! Both of these guys are beating the hell out of one another, and you know who wins?! E-Unit! HAHAHAHAH! See you next Monday, LOSERS!

[The fans are chanting Light’s name, and Flair twists him over again onto his back! The fans are booing as Flair arches back and pulls on the leg of Light as hard as he can! Light mashes a fist into his own forehead from the pain, yanking out hair and shaking his head, spattering blood everywhere! Flair screams “ASK HIM!”. The ref asks for the tap out, but still Light says No!...He’s losing a lot of blood, and the ref asks again as his shoulders hit the mat! The crowd is booing as the ref slaps the mat, and Light lays there, blood pooling around his head. He gets to two, and then Light lurches from the mat, wincing, and shuddering with pain, trying to prevent being counted out! The crowd is booing as Flair sits up like the Exorcist and throws a vicious right into Light’s forehead!]

Devon Solie - OH LORD, what a RIGHT!

Austin Becker - What’s that in Flair’s hand!?

[The ref goes to check Light, and Flair tosses a pair of brass knuckles out of the ring. The fans boo as Light slumps back down to the mat, and Flair just arches his back and puts pressure on the hold. Light finally, slaps the mat, and the fans are booing as Flair keeps the hold on. The bell rings, and the crowd is just going berserk. The bell rings again, and Flair leaves the hold locked in! The ref is screaming down at him, and Flair’s eyes have gone mad! He shakes his head, shouting ‘*bleep* YOU’ to the ref. The bell rings again, and from the crowd runs Morbius! The fans cheer as Flair rolls out of the ring like a scalded dog (Scalded Dog is a trademark of Jim Ross), and out to the timekeeper, grinning and breathing heavily.]

Devon Solie - Oh Lord! The Champ has stolen this one! He’s taken every shortcut imaginable and just stolen this victory!

Shane Ivo - This is just an example of what E-Unit’s talking about! He’s frigging older than the hills, and has to cheat to get a victory! Flair’s days are numbered as Champion, that’s for sure! Light’s just done all the scout work for the Felt, that’s all!

[Morbius goes to Light and looks down at him, shaking his head. Flair raises his fist, and then grabs the World Title, and clutches it to his chest. The fans are half-cheering, half-booing, and Flair raises the title in the air as the crowd goes nuts taking pictures. Light is trying to get up, but can’t seem to climb to his feet as the show goes off the air.]