CWC Presents
WHIPLASH
Thursday, March 13th, 2008
Moby Arena - Colorado State University
Denver, Colorado

[The CWC logo flashes on and off the black screen in a matter of seconds, when in the bottom right hand corner of the screen, it reads “Last Week.” We then fade in to a black and white shot of Peter Lenex sitting staring into the camera in the locker room at the end of Whiplash last week. He is sitting still, on a steel folding chair, wearing all black, topped off by his black trademark trench coat. His face is void of any emotion, feeling, or display of affection. His grey eyes pierce forward like stones.]
 
"This goes out to anyone who is listening. Anyone who remembers who I am. Anyone who cares about who I am.
 
"I am a veteran of the business who has been thrown into obscurity. I am a veteran who has been ignored and insulted for the wrong reasons. No matter who you are, you have all ignored me. You have all displayed your ignorance to the world. My parents did so. My brother did so. My whole family did so. Just like the whole God forsaken lot of you in this damn building, the motherfucking staff included.
 
"Everywhere I go, I get thrown under the bus. I become yesterday's news because no one is willing to accept the fact that the game does not need to be dominated by the young thugs of this new generation. And all because I can't tell a fucking story. Because I can't paint a pretty picture for everyone to see. Because I have more passion for the purity of the sport, and not the fucking entertainment side of things. Because I have more intensity to seek out a win.

"Perhaps people are jealous? Perhaps people are afraid? Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter. It's too late for everyone to start spouting off their excuses. It's too late for all of your reasons.
 
"A few weeks ago, a successor was born. A child - my child - by the name Christopher. And when he grows up, after years have passed, he will be a success. But to do so, he must create a name for himself. He must crawl out from under my shadow, as if I never existed. He must learn to fight for the sport, and not for the surname of Lenex. Sure, he will hear the stories about me, but anyone remaining in the business will have no recollection of who I was.
 
"Just like now.
 
"Just like me, he will rise to stardom without his parents help. He will fluorish in the face of inequality. He will become nothing more than a bastard making a name for himself."
 
[Lenex pauses and smiles.]
 
"Let the bastards of the world rise up. Let them become what we before them could not."
 
[He paises again and looks right into the camera.]
 
"Christopher, this is for you."
 
[In one fluid motion, Lenex raises his right hand up to his temple, and the scene goes black, and remains that way for a few seconds. We then fade into a quick shot of Bryan Baxman in the locker room talking to Commissioner Michael Norcia.]

Baxman: I honestly don't want this to be the theme of the show, but it's the right way to start it off.

[Norcia sighs as he takes a puff off of his cigar and nods slowly.]

Norcia: I suppose. I just know I didn't see that shit coming...

Baxman: Nobody did, Mike...nobody did.

[With a somberness rarely seen over him, he pats Norcia on the shoulder and heads off camera, as Norcia walks off in the opposite direction.]

–Start the Show--

[Silence. In a place as large and filled with fans as the Moby Arena, silence was far louder than any amount of cheering could have been. It wasn't normal for such a large crowd to be quiet, but after the horrible events that occured exactly a week ago, the CWC fans couldn't help but remain silent, the shock from those brutal final moments of Peter Lenex's life leaving the typically vocal masses mute. As such, it wasn't with a bang (No pun intended) that Whiplash began, instead the camera's would find themselves focused upon the Jumbo Tron, where a black and white picture of Peter Lenex as best remembered, holding the last major title he was known to possess-The PWX World Heavyweight Title. Beneath that image, the words "Peter Lenex-1976-2008".]

Beav: Welcome to Whiplash, everyone..

Mouth: Yeah...

Beav: It's not often that we start off with such a somber moment but, after last week, it's impossible to come into this show with a head of steam. However, the show must go on. So, without further ado...

[As Beav's voice trailed off, an ominous bell tolled out over the speaker system-a final show of respect to the fallen. For the most part, the crowd was silent-After all, the individual who they were saluting had given them much in the years they had watched him; for that much, they felt the need to be respectful. However, a surprisingly large number of fans were actually <i>booing</i>. All reactions were understandable, but still-The bell tolled on, counting higher and higher until the sixth roll, when the deafening ring was cut off, replaced by the high energy electric guitar that introduced 'X' by X-Japan.]

Beav: For God's sake...

[Ignorant to Beav's dipleasure, the sound system continued to pump out the commanding riff, causing confusion amongst the majority of the fans while others, those who strongly condemned the actions Lenex had taken, actually <i>cheered</i> for the interuption. With Lenex's picture fading from the Jumbo Tron as the music grew in intensity, it was replaced by the Japanese flag, signaling the return of a man who had gone unnoticed for some time now. However, if the fans were ignorant to the meaning of said flag or who it represented, they would have their curiousities answered in the flesh as the curtains beneath the 'Tron parted, allowing a suit clad Japanese man to step through into the limelight-A place he had not been in a long time.]

Beav: ...Oh, this is disgusting. A man died here and instead of allowing him to receive the respect he deserves, this man is here to interupt it.

Mouth: ...So wait, you condone suicide?

Beav: For crying out loud, Mouth. Not right now, okay? This is just wrong. No two ways about it, this is wrong.

[As Mouth goes about making a snarky comment about Beav's comments, the suit clad individual casually adjusted the collar of his dark grey blazer while his eyes, which were hidden beneath a pair of smoke tinted glasses, shifted around the arena. It was clear that he was most amused by the reaction he was recieving, but instead of milking it, the man would simply begin to make his way down to ringside. To those who recognized him, they would notice that the man looked somewhat different than he had the last time he had been seen; his hair had grown out, allowing those black locks to be pulled back into a ponytail, while the makings of a goat-tee had begun to form upon his chin. Otherwise, he was exactly the same as they remembered him. With a content smirk upon his face as he reached ringside, the man moved to the ringsteps and climbed up them with a certain haste, pausing just long enough to cast another brief look around the arena, which was still vibrating with the sound of confusion, as well as the sounds of approval and condemnation. It was only after he had taken a few moments to absorb it all that he would finally step between the ropes and into the ring, where he would take a moment to dust off his blazer before moving toward Cassandra, who had been waiting to call the first match post tribute.]

Beav: I can't believe this. I just can't believe this...

Mouth: It's better than this bell crap.

Beav: A man died last week!

Mouth: And he did it to himself. So screw that-I'm not going to sit here and pretend Lenex was a great man; he killed himself on live television. I might be an asshole, but there are certain lows I won't sink to-This is one of them.

[As Beav struggles to find a retort, the man in the ring had taken the microphone from the woman, his left hand moving upward to give the mic a bit of a tap, testing it as 'X' began to fade out of earshot. Satisfied with the microphone, the man would nod slightly to himself before moving toward the center of the ring, a smirk upon his face as he brought the microphone up to his lips.]

???: Konbanwa, CWC...

[A light chuckle escaped his lips after saying that infamous opening statement of his-The very same one he always used when addressing the public. The initials of the company might have been different, but the egotistical air of superiority and the light Japanese accent remained the same. It was something he carried with him with every step, every movement; the overpowering sense that he was just...better. And it only got worse.]

???: ...As some of you may know, my name is Kenji Gosenkugi-The Puroresu Warrior, as some like to call me. I'm a man of many talents and a good deal of achievements, all of which I'm sure you know about...Or, at least I'd expect you to know about.However, knowing how your culture prizes bleach blonde whores and reality television where you eat bugs for a dollar, I would not be suprised if you didnt.That's not the issue here, however...

Beav: Ugh, the ego...

Mouth: I stand by my previous statement.

Kenji: No, the issue here is the garbage you were just 'paying tribute' to-Peter Lenex.

[Immediately, a certain backlash to Kenji's words erupted. Of course, people wished to defend their fallen hero, but it wasn't as loud or as powerful as it could've been. The people who could've added that power were actually in favor of Kenji's words, going so far as to cheer him for them. Kenji, however, ignored this as though their cheers were the same as the occasional piece of trash that was thrown at him.]

Kenji: Don't misunderstand-I actually approve of the fact that he killed himself.

[The supprort Kenji had immediately left as soon as he uttered that statement, turning their cheers into boo's. Loud, persistant boo's that almost overtook the sound coming from the PA. Kenji,however, remained undeterred by this. Infact, he simply ignored it all as he stood there, his face still bearing that smirk as he took in their hatred.]

Kenji: ...What? Do you ignorant bastards truly believe he had anything left that was worth living for? The man had gone from glory to embarrassment. Any value he had dried up long before last week. The only thing he could do to restore any measure of honor and meaning to his name and family was to end his existence. Some may call him a coward, however, I commend him for it...

[Oh, how the hatred flowed in. Boo's rained down along side of soda cups, all attempting to have their own impact upon Kenji but they all fell short. It was as if the arena was empty to him-The fans were just that insignificant. He had things he wished to say and nothing short of an army of individuals would stop him, so he continued on without a moment of hesitation.]

Kenji: ...I whole heartedly commend him, but just as quickly as I commend him for his actions-The lies he spewed in those scant few moments before he took his own life taint that approval I place upon the deed. Those lies, bold-faced and unapologetic, disgust me...

[A small twinge of annoyance played upon Kenji's lips, his reasoning unknown to the public just yet but it was clear that the man was more than a bit angry. However, rather than allow it to overpower him, he would force a certain stotic expression upon his face-The classic 'proper' appearance of the Japanese.]

Kenji: You see, as much as Lenex tried to make himself out to be some kind of Martyr to a cause no one cared about-Himself-the truth of the manner was far less...glamorous. While there is a certain dignity in death, Lenex's ultimate decision was not driven by the need for honor, nor the need for dignity when everything else had failed. No, Lenex killed himself for two reasons. Two simple, selfish reasons that have nothing to do with a passion for this sport, nor some kind of twisted encouragement for his bastard of a child. No, that might have been noble, if only slightly. Instead, Lenex killed himself out of greed and fear.

[Pulling the microphone away from his lips, Kenji would exhale softly, slowly before taking a look around the arena. While the crowd was still largely hot, that split was beginning to show itself once again. What Kenji was saying was by no means kind or popular, but just the same-It was impossible to disagree with for the most part. However the crowd reacted, Kenji continued on after taking a quick breath of air.]

Kenji: Greed and fear-Two of the most basic human emotions. Everyone wants to have the best of everything and everyone is afraid to lose it all-Anyone who says otherwise is a liar. Peter Lenex wanted it all, he just <i>had</i> to have it all...but ultimately, he failed. He didn't just fail, but he did so spectacularly. His star had faded and his name completely devoid of value, and instead of attempting to regain some of the lost glory that he so coveted through more conventional means, he chose the most pathetic way to get the attention he so craved. He was so greedy for the spotlight and so afraid of losing it that the only way he could obtain it once again, since it had become obvious that he was a worthless individual, was suicide...and to that, I have one thing to say-Fuck you.

[A large section of the Moby Arena would surprisingly go off with approval at Kenji's rare use of vulgarity. Kenji was typically one to use more prim and proper wordings, but it was obvious that he felt strongly about the issue. Even his face, which he had tried so hard to keep a certain nonchalant calmness about his expressions, had betrayed him. His contempt was clear-He truly hated Lenex for what he had done. Licking over his lips slightly, Kenji would nervously roll his jaw from left to right before turning slightly, giving the surrounding masses another one of those glances before resuming his rant.]

Kenji: Fuck you, Peter Lenex. Fuck you. Fuck you for lacking the manhood to pick your <i>precious</i> career up from the floor and make something of yourself again. Fuck you for lacking the courage to rise from adversity. Fuck you for trying to justify your actions. Fuck you for staining your son's future with your own cowardice and, finally, fuck you for taking the sport that I love and have chosen to dedicate myself to and shitting all over it, just so you can have your final bit of recognition. Fuck you.

[Kenji sneered, his voice filled with the deadliest of venoms. His body had contorted into a stance of thinly veiled rage. His general anger and disdain had grown so powerful, so call consuming, that it was attempting to leak out in every which way it could. His muscles spasmed, his lips twitched and twisted and hands balled randomly into tight, powerful fists. He was moments away from outright exploding, but before he could do such a thing-An intervention would occur. The sound of feedback rippled through the arena, punctuated by a palm slapping against a microphone. Kenji turned towards the ramp, spotting Jackson at the top, clapping mockingly.]

Jackson: Hey, Samurai Jack, they didn't tell me it was 'asshole with a microphone' night, otherwise I would have been out here sooner.

[Ever the asshole, Jackson couldn't help but take a certain pleasure in raining on someones parade as it were. Smirking down at Kenji, he would watch as the Japanese man turned to ace him, grinning all the more as the man mouthed murmured insults to him in his native tongue. However, Kenji wouldn't allow Jackson the satisfaction for too long. Despite his sneer, Kenji would make his best attempt to compose himself, his free hand adjusting the unbuttoned collar of his white dress shirt while his tongue idly dragged over his lips.]

Kenji: Hmph...Of all the people who could've come out here tonight, it had to be <i>you</i>.

[Kenji barely contained a growl as he looked down at Jackson, his eyes narrowing from behind his smoke-tinged glasses as he looked at the massive Mechanical Animal. His hatred from the man was obvious, but as the seconds passed he found himself more and more capable of retaining that cool, calm visage that he tried to project. In fact, by the time he had allowed the microphone to rise to his lips again, he had managed to shift completely back into that calm as though he wasn't just cursing the name of Peter Lenex moments before. He loathed Lenex, but Jackson was clearly more important in his mind.]

Kenji: ...I must admit though, I'm most pleased. You've saved me the trouble of having to call your ragged ass out here. Thank you for that much. Now, I can get down to the <i>real</i> reason I'm here...

[Jackson strode towards the ring, a grin on his lips as he ascended the ring steps, pausing there and leaning against the top turnbuckle. He rolled his eyes, making the disdain clear to Kenji before raising the microphone again.]

Jackson: Oh, please. By all means, don't let me interrupt you. I just couldn't help myself, really. You spouting all this trash, cursing Lenex up and down- you know you're giving that asshole just what he wanted, don't you? Fame. That name drop that he so desperately wanted, I mean, let's be honest here, he sure as shit wasn't getting that in the ring, losing to me three weeks in a row.

[Instinctively, Kenji's jaw tightened as Jackson climbed the ring steps. He was expecting him to enter the ring and give him that one thing he had desperately wanted-a fight- but it would seem that Jackson would have none of it on that night...thus far. Keeping his ground, Kenji would stare at Jackson for a few moments before simply shaking his head.]

Kenji: Ever the hypocrite, as per usual. Then again, I suppose I should thank you for it. After all, I can't think of a single person who has done more ranting and raving than you, bakayarou. I learned from the best, as they say...I digress though. I'm not in the mood to argue over the frivolous with you, Jackson-It's pointless. So please, why don't you indulge me and give me what I've come for?

[Kenji tilted his head downward, his glasses slipping down his nose just enough with the motion so that he could stare upon Jackson with those dark brown eyes. The invitation was open, begging to be taken. Jackson turned, appealing to the crowd as though he expected a response other than the chant that was rippling across the arena: "KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS!". Turning back to Kenji, Jackson stepped between the ropes with his eyes narrowed.]

Jackson: I'm sorry, I can't really give you that. I mean, I'm touched that you want to use my blade to finally commit seppuku and end this miserable existence, but didn't we have enough of that melodrama last week?

[Kenji held his ground even as Jackson, who was far taller and physically stronger than him, entered the ring. Most men would've cowed at the man's entrance and for good reason-Jackson was well known for being a monster when it came to a fight. Kenji didn't have that luxury even if he had wanted it-There was too much at stake for him, be it professionally or personally. Only the fans who knew of their past would understand that much. Smirking slightly in response to Jackson's quip, Kenji would nod slightly before reaching up and removing his glasses, folding them up within one hand before sliding them into his breast pocket.]

Kenji: Ever so witty. Seems that things never do change. But anyway, I'm aware of that much. This tournament you happen to find yourself in keeps me from that which I desire, for better or for worse. And that's fine-Afterall, who better to beat for a title than you, Jackson?

[Smiling in a manner that was far too pleasant for the amount of contempt each man had for one another, Kenji would look over Jackson for a few moments,contemplating things as it were before nodding slightly.]

Kenji: Yes, who better to beat, indeed. So how about we do this, Mr. Jackson? I'll play nice for now-I'll let you have your run for glory. After all, two titles are better than one. You have your run through the tournament, I'm sure that much will be easy for you and then, once you're finished with this relatively worthless roster-We can engage in this little dance of ours again. Hmm?

[Tilting his head, Kenji would smirk as the crowd reacted to his words. Kenji had put Jackson into something of a spot it would seem. He was one of the hands-on favorites in the tournament. Would he be so bold as to accept such a challenge before he even had possession of the title? It was an egotistical move, but these were two egotistical men.]

Kenji: ...Or is the Machine afraid that 'Samurai Jack' can finally burn out that engine of yours?

[Jackson shook his head, clearly amused at Kenji's words.]

Jackson: I don't fear tedium, Kenji. I transcend it. You should know that by now. You wanna tangle, we'll tangle. Name the time, name the place, and I'll order a nice arrangement for your funeral. Hell, it's the least I can do for an old friend like you.

[Without a further word, Jackson dropped the microphone in the ring, and dropped, rolling under the ropes. He didn't look back as he strode up the ramp, accompanied by the loud pops of the crowd. He never looked back and Kenji never looked away as Jackson made his way toward the back. He hated the man-He always would. However, despite himself, he couldn't help but shadow the amusement that Jackson had displayed moments ago. So much so that he couldn't help but nod and smirk slightly, content with knowing that he would get exactly what he had asked for in due time, as Jackson disappeared into the back, leaving the viewers at home with little more than that pleased expression upon his face as the camera faded to black.]

--What's his problem?--

[The camera’s come on backstage where Blake Stone has arrived. His hair looks out of place and disheveled as he walks solemnly down the hall. The image of the happy, jovial kid is replaced by something more distant and alien in his eyes… He steps into the arena and walks towards his locker room and it is immediately evident that his clothes aren’t even clean… As he walks down the hall a CWC ringside tech nods to him.]

CWC Ringside Tech: Hey Blake, good luck in your match tonight.

[Blake stops dead in his tracks. He adjusts his collar and then spins around in one motion grabbing the tech and pushing him against the wall with his forearm against his throat.]

Blake Stone: WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME!?

[The ringside tech turns red as the blood is cut off from his head.]

CWC Ringside Tech: Hey uh…Good…luckkkk

[His words stutter as Blake’s elbow continues to grind into his throat.]

Blake Stone: I DON’T NEED LUCK! I DON’T NEED ANYTHING! ESPECIALLY FROM YOU!

[Blake releases the guy and as the guy drops to the floor and regains his composure, Blake suddenly spins around with a roaring elbow and smashes it right into the guy’s throat. A sick sound can be heard and the guy starts spitting blood. Blake watches the man drop to the floor and he just stares at him.]

Blake Stone: How fortunate… Now I get to watch you die.

[Blake stares at the man as blood comes out of his mouth and within moments the hallway fills with CWC officials. Blake turns from the crowd, frustrated that his fun was interrupted. He walks into his dressing room and slams the door leaving a sea of chaos behind him.]

–Match - Welcome to CWC - Tag Team Match - Road Block & Nick Maggio vs. Justin Sayne & Seth Morgan Garcia–

Cassandra Randall: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a Welcome to CWC tag team match!! Already in the ring weighing in at two hundred and thirty four pounds...standing six feet two inches tall and hailing from Cleveland, Ohio.... He is... Seth Garcia Morgan!!

Seth raises his fist up into the air, as he then turns to lean back against the ropes, awaiting his tag team partner.

Beav: He doesn't seem to be too worried about this match, Mouth.

Mouth: You know... Beav.. I'd figure he'd be more worried about his hair, I thought I saw a bird trying to nest in it earlier.

Cassandra Randall: And his tag team partner... Hailing from Detroit, Michigan.. weighing two hundred and sixty five pounds... Standing at six feet two inches.. He is...Justin Sayne!!

[The arena goes into darkness as Insane in the Membrane begins to play. Red lights light up the ramp, and then move over the entrance, as smoke begins to billow out, Sayne's shadow is seen, before he comes out through the smoke, and begins to walk down the ramp. He throws his hands up in the air as he gets to the ring, and pulls himself up onto the apron using the bottom rope. Getting into the ring, he slaps hands with Morgan as the lights come back on.

[The screen splits, showing Justin and Garcia in the ring pumping up. The other side showing backstage heading towards a locker room, before the screen is fully just the locker room]

[Road Block is backstage in the locker room standing behind a television hooking in some wires. At the other end of the room is Nick Maggio, the Iron Tiger himself. Maggio is wrapping tape around his wrists to secure his grappling gloves as Road Block finally appears fully with a video game guitar across his chest.]

Road Block: Alright Nicky. I got it all hooked in. Drum set is over here. LETS PLAY ROCKBAND!

[Nick Maggio just grunts in response and continues to ignore his unfortunate tag team partner and continues to get ready for the match.]

Road Block: Cmon man! We got like 5 minutes before the match. Thats plenty of time to jam to some Bon Jovi!

[Road Block frowns at being ignored and crosses the room, staring at Nick's reflection in the mirror and holding up a microphone in his hand.]

Road Block: Cmooon Maggio, you KNOW you wanna rock out to some Jovi. WAAAAAANTED DEAD OR ALIVE!!

[Maggio finally snaps and shoves Road Block hard on his back.]

Nick Maggio: Get your head out of your ass and in THAT ring, MY ring...you stay the hell out of my way.

[Maggio storms out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him as Road Block looks around the room alone.]

Road Block: If you would rather have played drums, you just had to ask...

Beav: These two seem to be ready to go, but I think they're counting out newcomers Roadblock and Maggio before they should.

Mouth: Maggio may give them a rough ride, but I don't know about that Roadblock guy, he's a walking joke.

Cassandra Randall: And one half of their opponents, making his way down to the ring... weighing in at two hundred and seventy five pounds... Standing five feet ten inches tall.. Haling from Long Island, New York... He is Nick Maggio!!

["What you got" by Reveile begins to play on the CWC audio system, the crowd erupts into cheers as Nick Maggio walks through the tunnel. The "Tap or Die" chants begin, Nick walks down the ramp like a bad ass. Once he reaches the end of the ramp he turns to the crowd and gives a pre-match yell at the top of his lungs. He slides into the ring and waits for his tag partner.]

Mouth: He really is pumped up, just look at him!

Beav: Maggio does seem worked up, but with the tensions between him and his tag partner, can they pull it off?

Cassandra Randall: And his tag team partner... Hailing from Newark, New Jersey... Weighing in at three hundred and forty five pounds... Standing six foot eleven.. He is...Roadblock!!

[“One and Only” by Timbaland/Fallout Boy begins to play, as the crowd, as well as those in the ring look towards the entrance, they expect to see Roadblock coming out, but he isn't there.]

Mouth: And he's not even going to show?! What is this!?

Beav: Just..maybe he's having trouble Mouth, don't count him out just yet.

[“One and Only” begins to play once more, as the stage hands try to signal his entrance, yet Roadblock still hasn't shown up. The official is now in the ring, and shaking his head. As it cues for a third time, and no Roadblock is seen, he shakes his head and motions for the bell to be rang anyways.]

Beav: He can't do that! Maggio can't be in a handicap match!

Mouth: He just did Beav.

[As Sayne and Garcia talk about who's going to be taking the first turn, Garcia finally nods his head and gets out of the ring, leaving Maggio and Sayne to lock up immediately. Sayne gets the upper hand almost immediately, and whips Maggio into the ropes, looking to do a clothesline, but Maggio ducks under the big arm. Bouncing off of the ropes, Maggio jumps up and delivers a drop kick to Sayne's back. He goes for a quick cover, bu Garcia gets inside and breaks it up, before the official could even get down to the mat.]

Beav: Sayne and Garcia seem to be working in tandem, but this is unfair. Maggio is left alone with no one in his corner.

[As the words left Beav's mouth Roadblock finally makes his appearance, and looks around for a moment in absolute shock. The guitar from Rock Band still around his neck as he then takes off running down the ramp and towards the ring.]

Mouth: He FINALLY shows up!

Beav: Better late than never Mouth.

[Roadblock gets up onto the apron, and he begins to clap for Maggio, who is being double teamed by Sayne and Garcia for a moment. They heft him up into the air, and send him down to the canvas hard. The crowd begins to clap along with Roadblock to try and offer their support to the Iron Tiger.

Garcia was now in the ring, taking his time to go for the pin, taunting Roadblock, before he rolls up Maggio. The ref gets down and makes sure the roll up is legit before he begins to count.]

One...

[Maggio manages to kick out, he crawls towards the corner where his partner has suddenly and miraculously appeared. Sayne has gotten back into the ring to help his own tag partner – but the ref stops him. Garcia grabs hold of Maggio, but Roadblock is there to make the save. Having been in the middle of taking off the guitar, he looks to it, then to Garcia. As if it almost pained him – he shattered the control over Garcia's head. His eyes going wide, as Garcia hits the canvas, Roadblock tosses the handle behind him quickly, as if he didn't want to get caught, and gets into the ring.]

Mouth: That's blatant and against the rules! The ref should do something about it!!

Beav: He just can't Mouth, he didn't see it.

[Roadblock was ontop of Garcia without a moments hesitation. Delivering boot stomp after boot stomp to his sides. The ref finally managing to get Sayne out of the ring, and turns back to the action at hand. Roadblock pulls Garcia up by his dreads, but then his eyes go wide. Making a slightly revolted face, he wipes his hands off on the back of his pants, before sending Garcia into the corner.

He turns to look at Maggio, holding up a finger as if saying 'one second' before he rushes towards his opponent, and delivering a slight splash. Garcia crumples down to the mat, Roadblock raising an eyebrow, before he moves back over to his corner and tags in Maggio. The official signifies there was a tag made as both men now ascend onto Garcia.

Roadblock pulls in Maggio to talk to him for a moment, before they clap as if they had been in a huddle. The crowd is on their feet cheering for these two newcomers, as Maggio pulls up Garcia and delivers a belly to belly suplex, sending him overhead.

As Maggio goes for the cover, Sayne comes running in to try to make the save. Roadblock shakes his head, and as Sayne rushes, Roadblock's big boot comes up, and sends him down hard onto the canvas. The team of Maggio and Roadblock look to one another as they notice their opponents are both dazed and down for the count.

Roadblock scratches his head. As Sayne begins to twitch, he stomps into the downed opponent. Maggio delivers an elbow to Garcia for good measure. The tag partners then walk over to one another, and they begin to discuss. The ref glances around, and begins to count – but it seems to be half hearted and slow.]

Beav: And it seems as if the official doesn't mind both men being in at once.

Mouth: This is ridiculous!

[Maggio moves over, pulling up Sayne and suplexes him back down to the canvas. Roadblock has maneuvered over to Sayne and instead of suplexing him onto the canvas, he suplexes him right ontop of his partner, the fans go crazy, giving a loud pop as Maggio covers both men. He motions for Roadblock to get in on it, and Roadblock covers their lower half.]

Beav: An unprecedented double cover! These two are going to be going far in this company.

[The official slides down, and begins to count.]

One...

Two...

Three...

Cassandra Randall: And your winners.... Nick Maggio and Roadblock!!

[As their arms are raised, Roadblock motions his head towards the locker room area, raising an eyebrow, pulling his hand away he then does the air guitar. Maggio tseems to think about it for a moment, and then gives in, giving a nod of his head.]

[WINNERS VIA PINFALL: ROAD BLOCK & NICK MAGGIO]

--Oh HELL no!--

[The backstage camera closes in on Demon, rather irately argueing on a cell phone. He paces back and forth, as if a man possessed.]

Demon: "Where did I give you the power to strip me of my manager? Why? You know, that seems pretty crappy if you ask me..(pause).. No, you DIDN'T ask me... and that's the problem... (pause)Why the hell would I ALLOW you to BAN Cyrus from Hell 2 Pay? ... (pause) So??? He's a big guy, of COURSE a few people are going to get hurt! Oh, okay, so because you're scared about Peter Lenex's well being, I get the shaft... Okay, well, let's talk about that, Just because Jackson gets some fluke win over me, that's it? End of story? Okay, we'll play your little games, but ya know what? What comes around goes around, and when it deals with the Cadre... It comes back and bites you on your ass hard!!!"

[Demon clicks the phone and then angrily slams the phone against the cinder block wall...]

–He's Losing It...--

[The camera comes on backstage showing the locker room door of Blake Stone standing open. After a few moments, Blake appears in his doorway, dressed to wrestle. He appears to have showered and cleaned himself up. He notices the camera and grabs the lens pulling it close and looking straight into it.]

Blake Stone: I’ve spent days searching my soul… Trying to find the reason I’m here… I find myself face to face with obscurity and relishing the past. I found the answer I was looking for, and unfortunately that bodes inherently destructive for one particular young woman that stands in my path tonight… Georgie Nickles….

[Blake smiles at the camera and it is obviously fake.]

Blake Stone: You don’t remember me at all… You don’t remember who I am, but a long time ago I sat in the audience of Windy City Promotions and watched you wrestle some ….idiot who’s name now escapes me. Hell, you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Your eyes stole my soul and captivated me… I couldn’t help but think about that all week and it brought back those memories of that little teenage crush. You always were just so….

[Blake spits the words.]

Blake Stone: …pretty…

[Blake’s face contorts to a snarl.]

Blake Stone: I hope you’ve made your peace with your maker, Georgie… That teenage crush was fun and your eyes once pierced deep into my soul, but now I look into them and I see nothing but a hollow shell… It’s not you who changed, Georgie… It’s me who changed… The hollow shell I see is a reflection of my warped reality staring back at me. You’ve never been in my mind… You don’t know the horrors I have seen… The chaos I have envisioned… Your prayers will NOT be answered… Your pleas for help will NOT be answered… I will tear your soul apart when you step into that ring with me tonight… I will leave you gasping and begging for the slightest piece of sympathy… I will leave you screaming for my MERCY… There will be none to give… There will be none to extend… Tonight I will leave you for dead…

[Blake pushes the camera away and walks towards the ring.]

–Tournament Match - Winner's Bracket - Round 2 - Blake Stone vs. Georgie Nickles–

Cassandra: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is part of the Title Tournament. Introducing first, from Anniston, Alabama, weighing in at 215 pounds… BLAKE STONE!

[The feed cuts back to the ring as “Coming Undone” by Korn begins to play. Blake Stone steps out from the back and looks around the arena to the mixed reaction from the fans. He lifts his arms overhead and the drops to this side and seemingly bows his head to say a quick prayer before he starts down the aisle. He briefly slaps hands with a couple of fans before focusing himself on the ring.]

Cassandra: …and the challenger, making her way to the ring now, hailing from Chicago, Illinois… GEORGIE NICKLES!

[As the lights go out in the arena, the words “Never Surrender, Never Give Up... Rebellion is my name” is heard – Georgie's voice. “Make a Move” by Lost Prophets plays over the P.A. System as four spotlights shine out over the fans and then centralize at the ramp, as Georgie jumps through the curtain, raising her hands into the air giving devil horns. As she begins to make her way down the ramp, Jackson comes out behind her, dressed in camouflage fatigues and a black t-shirt.]

Mouth: Jackson looks like he’s all business tonight.

Beav: After last week, can you blame him? Crazed is a madman, and he’s already set his sights on the most ineligible girl in CWC.

Mouth: All the good ones are taken. Georgie Nickles, Kirsta Lewis.

[Jumping several times before taking off at a jog down the ramp and moving towards the ring. As she gets to the apron, she shrugs out of her coat, leaving it in a pile at her feet before leaping up onto the apron. Jackson stops on the floor, looking slightly bemused as Georgie
grabs hold of the top rope, jumps over it, and lands onto her knees. As she lands on her knees her fists thrust upwards towards the heavens, as thumb and pointers come out, two white and two purple pyros go off. Kipping up to her feet she moves towards the corner and twiddles her fingers in a wave at Jackson, waiting for the bell.]

Mouth: Listen to those fans, they get enough of her! Either can I…

Beav: Whoa! Mental image I don’t need.

[Georgie wastes no time, circling Stone as they both look for an opening. Without thinking, she charges right in, firing a chop into Stone’s chest that gets his attention. Stone charges forward as the bell rings, colliding with Georgie with a high crossbody block that nearly takes her head off. Before she can fall, Stone grabs Georgie by the head, hauling her roughly to her feet. Georgie explodes, rushing at Blake Stone, pounding him back into the corner. Stone battles back, locks his arms around Georgie’s middle, and takes her over with a flawless snap suplex. Georgie bounces back to her feet, rolling her shoulders as they circle each other again.]

Mouth: Already off to a great start here, this matchup could go either way.

Beav: Not with Jackson at ringside it won’t. He’s got a reputation for being one of the dirtiest players in the game.

[Georgie twists around as Stone grabs hold of her again, slamming her elbow into Stone’s sternum, getting the break she needs to slip the hold. For good measure, she takes him down with a Russian legsweep, and Stone catches a piece of the bottom turnbuckle with the back of his head. She locks on a crossface hold, wrenching on Stone’s neck before his hand closes over the ropes, breaking the hold.]

Beav: Stunning innovation from Georgie, showing us just how technically sound she is in that ring.

Mouth: I couldn’t agree more. Technically… mmmmm… yeah, she’s amazing.

Beav: Stop drooling, you’re embarrassing yourself.

[Georgie breaks the hold, backing off before she grabs Stone, slinging him into the ropes with the old standard Irish whip. When Stone comes back, Georgie catches him with a springboard knee to the midsection that takes him down again. She scrambles to the top rope, looking for her signature moonsault, but Stone nips up to his feet, so instead she launches herself with a springboard DDT, and misses as Stone dodges in time, catching her with a chopblock to the knees as she lands. He mounts her, looking for a Thesz press, but Georgie bucks and twists, squirming out from under Stone. She kips up to her feet, only to be leveled again as Stone lands a kick to the midsection that he follows up with a dropkick to the knee as she staggers back. Stone backs off as though to give her breathing room, and then seems to reconsider, instead scrambling up the ropes and launching himself from the top with a flawless twisting moonsault. He hooks a leg, and is not really surprised when Georgie manages to get a shoulder up at the two.]

Mouth: Oh! That was awesome!

[Georgie quickly grabs Stone’s arms and flips him around, scooping him up and taking him down with a fall away slam. Stone remains still as Georgie drops for another submission hold, looking for an armbar. Stone explodes in a burst of energy, grabbing Georgie’s ankle and rolling her over with a fisherman suplex. Georgie struggles to break free as the referee’s hand impacts with the canvas twice.]

Beav: Wow, back and forth like this. These two are ON FIRE!

[Stone backs off, looking a little winded, but as Georgie stumbles to her feet, he unloads with a kick to the midsection. Stone grabs Georgie, hoisting her up, looking for an atomic drop, but Georgie twists in the air, managing to turn it into a wicked Georgie-steiner. She’s fast to her feet, and immediately scoops Stone up, picking him up for a flawless snap suplex. Georgie nudges Stone with her toe, pumping her fist in the air to get the crowd going before moving away. Stone’s hand closes over her ankle, and he pulls her down, rolling her into a quick schoolboy. The crowd is on their feet, cheering on the awesome display as Georgie reverses the hold into a figure four leglock, only to be forced to break it as Stone’s hand closes over the ropes.]

Beav: Unbelievable!

Mouth: You can say that again. I think I’m in love.

[Georgie uses the ropes to get to her feet, staggering slightly, still favoring her midsection from the earlier assault. A sort of eerie silence falls over he crowd as Georgie and Stone stare each other down on opposite ends of the ring. Jackson pounds on the apron, shouting words of encouragement as Georgie and Stone meet in the middle of the ring and stand nose to nose. The two technical sensations engage in a collar and elbow tie and fight to gain control. Stone uses his strength to gain the upper hand on the lighter Georgie and puts her into a side headlock. Georgie pushes Stone off of her and sends him packing into the ropes. Stone bounces back only to be met with a stiff kick in the gut. Stone staggers back, and Georgie hooks his arms, plastering him with a Something Wicked as the crowd goes ballistic. She hops up on the second rope, pumping her fist in the air before pointing at Jackson. She hops back down and floats over for the cover, hooking Stone’s leg.]

Beav: It’s over! Incredible!

Mouth: She used Jackson’s finisher to- OH MY GOD! Stone with the shoulder up!

[Georgie gets to her feet, right into a fresh assault at the hands of Stone who hits Georgie with a few shots to the ribs, working on the injury. Georgie crumbles to her knees, gasping in pain as Stone rolls the move into an elevated single leg crab. Stone rolls the elevated single leg crab, pauses, takes a breath, and then drops his body weight knee first into the neck of Georgie, effectively contorting her body backwards in the middle of the ring.]

Mouth: No way she’s getting out of that!

Beav: Oh God, Jackson’s up on the apron, and he looks pissed!

[The crowd goes ballistic as the referee moves in, asking Georgie if she submits, and then gets even louder as Crazed leaps over the barrier with a steel chair in hand, slamming it into the back of Jackson’s knees, knocking him off the apron before he can interfere in the match.]

Beav: Crazed and Jackson! All over again! Those two are going to kill each other tonight!

Mouth: Georgie tapped out! Stone with the win!

[The referee takes Stone’s hand, and lifts it, but he pulls away, laying the boots into the downed and dazed Georgie Nickles while Jackson goes down hard as Crazed bashes him over the head with a chairshot.]

Cassandra: …your winner… BLAKE STONE!

[Absolute chaos erupts both in and out of the ring as Georgie tries to fight off Stone’s assault, and Jackson tries to fend off the brutal chairshots that are aimed at his head and back. The crowd is on their feet, and then they erupt in loud cheers as the same masked man from last week charges in with a chair of his own, slamming it down over Crazed’s head. The masked man picks up the dented chair, handing it off to Jackson as he makes it to his feet. The two slide into the ring, both brandishing chairs as Stone backpedals. Jackson immediately casts his aside, and ignoring the fact that he’s busted open from the shot to his own forehead, bends over Georgie. He helps her to her feet, and supports her as the three stand together in the ring, staring down both Crazed and Blake Stone on the outside.]

Beav: What we saw last week was no coincidence. The message is pretty clear. We’re witnessing the birth of a new stable, mark my words.

[WINNER VIA PINFALL: BLAKE STONE]

–Earlier this week...--

[A black Lincoln Continental with Doubel$s & his manager Zane in it pull up in front of a two story white house. With a picket fence. Both of them look towards the house.]

Zane: Do you think this is the right place.

[Double$s looks at the street sign that’s at the corner right in front of them.]

Double$s: Yep, This is the right place. Whore & Hooker lane. That must be the corner she likes to work.

Zane: Must be.

Double$s: Time to get this show started.

[The passengers door opens as Double$s gets out of the car with a big ass bull horn in his right hand. He then walks up to the picket fence with Zane looking on. With a smile on his face he puts the bull horn to his mouth & turns it on by squeezing a trigger with his right hand. Double$s yells out.]

Double$s: YOU DIRTY WHORE. YOU DIRTY WHORE. YOU MUST REPENT YOU DIRTY WHORE WAYS.

[Turns around & sees a big crowd forming wondering what in hell is going on. Why is this mad man saying such things goes through the minds of the small crowd. Doubel$s gestures & then whispers.]

Double$s: Did you know that you lived near a dirty whore?

[Smiles start to appear on the men as the woman look disgusted with what Double$s is saying. Double$s turns back around facing the house.]

Double$s: YOU DIRTY ROTTEN WHORE. YOU NEED TO REPENT FOR YOUR WHORE WAYS. YOU DIRTY WHORE. COME ON OUT YOU DIRTY WHORE. REPENT YOU DIRTY WHORE. GET THE FUCK OUT HERE NOW KIRSTA LEWIS YOU DIRTY WHORE. GET ON YOUR HANDS & KNEES & REPENT. YOU DIRTY WHORE.

[Double$s lowers the bull horn turns around ducks his head into the car with a smile on his face.]

Double$s: How am I doing?

Zane: Your doing a bang up job my friend keep it up.

[The doorknob on the front door of the house begins to jingle. Zane points towards the door. Dobule$s turns around holds up the bull horn to his mouth]

Double$s: IT’S ABOUT TIME YOU ……………………..

[The front door opens & out comes some small Asian chick with a rifle.]

Double$s: THAT”S ONE BIG ASS RIFFLE.

[The small Asian woman starts to walk fast towards Double$s.]

Double$s: SHIT!

Zane: Get in, Get in……….

[Double$s drops the Bull Horn & gets into the car. Zane starts up the car right when glass is shattering from a riffle being shot into the car hitting one of the back windows sending glass everywhere. Zane slams on the gas. Double$s k looks back & sees the small Asian woman chasing them with shotgun at hand.]

Double$s: YOUR STILL A DIRTY WHORE KIRSTA. Wow, she can sure run fast. OH FUCK! DUCK!

[The Asian woman shoots the rifle sending the pellets through the back window shattering it nearly missing Double$s & Zane.]

Zane: That was close.

Double$s: That wasn’t Kirsta’s house at all. Was it?

Zane: Uh……… NO! (Smiles)

[Double$s smacks Zane across the back of the head as the car speeds out of sight]

--Devil's Advocate--

[In such a short time after the last appearance of Demon, he appears to be in complete contrast to his previous ranting as he strolls up the hall, catching up to the Hellcat herself Kirsta Lewis, who appears to be doing stretches before her match against Double$s]

Demon: "Hey Kirsta... Listen, girl, good luck against Double$s... I really hope you do good in the tournament. "

Kirsta: "Yeah, and I heard... what was that? You're going to Hell 2 Pay this week? What's the deal with that?"

Demon: "Well, I guess they want me to help out over there, help pop the crowds, make the new guys feel welcome... you know."

Kirsta: "Oh, okay... Um, are you going to be out there in my match tonight?"

Demon: "Actually... probably not... I mean, we'll be there in spirit, but... well, see, it's Cyrus. Cyrus had a little bit too much chilli last night, and well, that guy's got the... well.. he's all torn up inside.

Kirsta: "Aww.. poor baby, will he be okay?"

Demon: "Yeah, but yeah, I'm probably just going to grab him up and get him back to the hotel, and well, turn on some TV for a while or something. I'm sure Jackie will be there though, right? And who knows, maybe our mystery guy Tyler could show up again, anything could happen in the CWC, ya know?"

Kirsta; "Yeah, that's true..."

[At this, Demon nonchalantly grins and simply walks off of the camera's view, leaving Kirsta to continue her stretches as the scene fades out]

–Tournament Match - Winner's Bracket Round 2 - Jackson vs. Adam "Crazed" James–

Cassandra: The following is scheduled for one fall! First, JACKSON!

[The lights dim, heavy mist filling the ramp as strobe lights begin to pulse slowly. A steady bass throb begins, growing in volume, sounding much like a heartbeat. A single gunshot shatters the silence, followed by mocking laughter and Jackson's voice hurling insults before the music skips, and then the sounds of 'Lies' by Evanescence filters through the speakers. Dark red strobes pulsate on the entranceway, and a dark figure moves among them, stepping forward as indigo fountains of pyrotechnic spark either side of him. He strides forwards, ignoring the crowd reaction. He circles the ring once, his eyes steady, a look of angry concentration on his face, before ascending the ring steps and climbing between the ropes. Jackson stands in the middle of the ring, his head thrown back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback.]

Cassandra: And his opponent, ADAM "CRAZED" JAMES!

[The opening chords of Metallica's "The Frayed End of Sanity" hits the sound system as the lights in the arena cut to complete darkness. The crowd falls silent, as the faint chanting can be heard over the guitar and base drum.

White and blue lights strobe on the stage, barely playing back light to the figure that stands with his arms down at his sides, and his head hanging low between his shoulders.

Suddenly, the music cuts and all that can be heard is whispers that build getting louder and louder, followed by a high pitched shriek.

"SOMEONE PLEASE STOP THE VOICES!"

The words come over the speakers in a child's frightened voice. Suddenly the music kicks in again and the lights return to normal. The man standing on the stage is still in the same pose, his eyes pointed toward the ring, even though his head is down. The look in his eyes is almost frightening as a smirk slowly builds across his lips.

He slowly makes his way to the ring, still keeping his eyes on the ring, looking past his eye brows as his head remains down. He rolls in, under the bottom rope, and hops to his feet, walking to the furthest corner from the entrance and allowing himself to sit on the second turnbuckle with his hands down at his sides, remaining motionless.]

Beav: These two are going to give it their all tonight;

[The two take a moment to feel the crowd as the bell rings; Jackson then rushes toward James and goes for a lariat, but James ducks and begins hitting Jackson with a number of punches. He irish whips Jackson to the corner and goes for body splash, but Jackson dodges, leaving James to smack against the ring post. Taking the advantage, Jackson grabs James from behind and hits an inverted DDT. He goes for a quick cover, but James doesn't even let Jackson get a one count. Jackson lets Adam James get back to his feet, and once he does, kicks James in the gut and goes for a power bomb attempt, but James manages to power out and instead back body drops Jackson back to the mat, leaving him down on the ground. Jackson then grabs James's leg and applies a knee lock submission; however they are close to the ropes and is soon forced to let go of the hold.]

Beav: Good back and forth action so far.

Mouth: Yeah, but Jackson is getting the better of James early on.

[James soon gets back on his feet and stares coldly at Jackson; Jackson merely smirks and responds with a open handed slap to the face. Crazed replies with a slap of his own and begins wailing on Jackson with a number of fists; he whips him across the ring and lands a Lou Thez press, landing more punches to the face. Jackson manages to squirm out and exit the ring, trying to recollect himself. However, that doesn't happen, because as soon as he exits, James follows suit with a axehandle off the apron. Jackson falls to the floor, but doesn't stay down for long as James grabs him and throws him back into the ring. With Jacksons back turned, James goes for the Trace Amounts; however Jackson ducks at the last second, latches on to James and hits a snap suplex. Jackson picks up James, lifts him up in the air, then drops him down to the mat with a brainbuster. He covers again...]

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO!

[James manages to kick out at the last second. Angry, Jackson drags James to the middle of the ring and grabs one of James's legs. He goes for a Sharpshooter, but James kicks him, sending Jackson back to the ropes. He then rolls Jackson up for a schoolboy pin, but Jackson kicks out after one in a half.]

Beav: Well, now things are starting to heat up!

Mouth: Yeah, both men are unrelenting and aren't going to give up without a fight..

[Jackson gets up and goes for another lariat, but James ducks, kicks Jackson in the gut, and hits a belly to belly suplex. He picks up Jackson and goes for a arm wrench- signaling that the match might soon just be over. He goes to execute the move, but at the last second Jackson manages to break the hold and hit a German suplex out of nowhere. Dragging James back to the middle of the ring, he hits the inverted STF that he is known for- the Darkest Hour. James writhes in them middle of the ring, trying to get to the nearest bottom rope as soon as possible. After half a minute into the hold, James manages to block the pain out and finally grab the bottom rope. The referee sees and immediately tells Jackson to let go of the hold.]

Beav: He grabbed it! Somehow, he managed to grab the bottom rope while in the Darkest Hour! Holy shit!

Mouth: That's...amazing. That dude really is crazed!

Beav: I think that's why he has that moniker, genius.

[Enraged, Jackson waits patiently for James to get up; as soon as he does, he goes for a clothesline to the outside of the ring, but instead James super kicks Jackson, sending him down to the mat. James collapses on top of Jackson and the referee begins the count:]

ONE!

TWO!

T-NO!

[Jackson, dazed but not out, kicks out. Stumbling up to his feet, he grabs the exhausted James, twists him around, and drops him with the Something Wicked. He covers:]

ONE

TWO

THREE!

[The referee calls for the bell as both men lay on the floor, exhausted and dazed over their encounter]

Cassandra: Here is your winner, JACKSON!

Beav: Both men gave it their all, and to be honest it could have gone either way. But in the end, Jackson managed to pull off the win, and will advance to the next round of the tournament!

[WINNER VIA PINFALL: JACKSON]

–He's not giving up...--

[“Hell Song by Sum 41 hits the sound system as the lights begin to flicker & then go completely out. The crowd goes silent, as the big screen lights up & then darkens & then lights up rapidly going from dark to light over & over again. Then it stops & all you can see in black cloud & black letters “Enter The Darkness” appears on the screen. The crowd becomes rowdy with boos & cheers as a figure stands in front of the entranceway. The lights come back at as a man in black clothing, balled head & black glasses runs down towards the ringside area. He slides into the ring raises his hands walks over to the ropes asks for a mic. Double$s walks in the middle of the ring .]

Double$s: Wasssssssup Denver Colorado.

[Crowd Cheers with a huge pop]

Double$s: The WHORE STATE. All of you know it’s true.

[Crowd begins to boo]

Dobule$s: Screw all of you to. I’m here in this ring tonight to talk to a all of you about fellow whore that you probably know. Hell, You probably had paid for her services once or twice. She’s always on her knees, back or bent over & usually does her business behind the church thanks to your good old father preacher Paulie.

[Preacher Paulie sitting ht crowd stands up as the crowd goes silent. He looks around with a nervous look on his face. Then the crowd of people start chanting “How Could You“. Eventually after a few second they quiet down.]

Double$s: Conspiring with the whore of Babylon to corrupt your town folk. That’s right she is really the “WHORE OF BABALON”.

[The crowd even gets angrier by the comments & they start to throw beer & soda all over preacher Pauline.

Double$s: I’m not done yet. Preacher Paulie is unique person in his own way. He lets Kirsta Lewis do her business then after she’s done with her regular clients the good old father gets his cut. You know what I mean. In the confession booths for hours on end. I talked to a boy named Timmy today. He told me that when he went to confession after hours. When talking to preacher Paulie while he was getting his cut. He heard strange sounds & answers coming from where preacher Paulie was suppose to be. Every time Timmy would say he sinned. All her heard was a woman’s voices following preacher Paulie saying Try………….Then the woman’s voice kept saying harder every time the good old father would say try to the boy. The boy told preacher Pualie that he wanted to be a new kid. A revitalized kid that didn’t’ drink, smoke, chase whores all around & played stupid games. Preacher Paulie advised Timmy to yell out then the woman’s voice is heard instead of the good old preachers saying YES, YESYESYES,,,,,,yes. See the damage that this kid has suffered from those two. I say the good old preacher & Kirsta Lewis needs to be hung for there crimes & soon. There crimes have corrupted a young innocent. BURN THE WITCH & HER PIMP, BURN THE WITCH & HER PIMP, BURN THE WITCH & HER PIMP.

[The crowd starts chanting. BURN THEWHORE & THE PREACHER. Double$s smiles.]

Double$s: Close enough. Speaking of Kirsta. I face that bitch tonight in this very ring in the second round of the tourney that will eventually end leading someone to become the very first CWC WORLD CHAMPION. This match means very little to me. Kirsta has gone to great lengths to piss me off the last two weeks. That’s fine! Fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me. I’m not going to be fooled or look like a fool by that cunt third time. I’ll settle for nothing less then taking Kirsta out. If I win by doing so then so be it. If I don’t win & she comes out of this not harmed in any way then I have failed. Failure is not an option. I’m going to succeed in this match no matter what. Kirsta is going to feel my pain, sorrow & anger. Then I’ll drag her a little deeper into my mind so she can “Enter The Darkness.

[The crowd starts to chant out loud TAKE OUT THAT WHORE, TAKE OUT THAT WHORE. Double$s slides hands the microphone off to Cassandra Randall and encourages the crowd to keep it up, when suddenly, the lights in the arena go out.]

Beav: Uh oh...I think Double$s has pissed SOMEBODY off...

Mouth: He tends to be good at that...

[The opening chimes of the "Numb/Encore" Mash-up by Linkin Park and Jay-Z begins to blast, as the crowd immediately errupts. The lights come up a little as smoke has filled the stage, and fireworks are shooting off from the stage.]

Beav: I think I know who THAT is!

Mouth: Of course you know who that is! IT'S TY!!!! He's here again!!!

[As if on cue from Mouth, "The Main Attraction" Tyler Boyd steps out of the smoke and stands on top of the stage as Double$s glares up at him from the ring while pacing back and forth. The lights come back up and the music fades out.]

Beav: "The Main Attraction" Tyler Boyd is making his second appearance here in CWC in three weeks, and he doesn't look very happy!

Mouth: Double$s was just talking about his woman! OF COURSE he's not happy! Look what happened over in TFWF this past week!

[Cut away to a replay screen, where in the bottom right hand corner, it reads "Courtesy of TFWF Mayhem". Kirsta Lewis and Tyler Boyd's girlfriend Natalia are in a match. Kirsta lays out Natalia with a Hell's Bitch Kick and covers her for the three count. After the match ended, she continues the assualt.]

NOW WHY THE HELL DOES LEWIS HAVE TO CONTINUE THIS ASSAULT ON NATALIA...

SJ: CATFIGHT PART 2!!!! PUSSYS REVENGE!

[Tyler Boyd comes out as Lewis' is absolutely destroying Natalia in the ring. He seperates the two women.]

TB: STOP!!!

[Boyd holds Lewis off and then turns around to pick up Natalia, looking concerned at first...BEFORE HE NAILS HER WITH A 'FINAL ACT!!!']

SC: That son of a bitch...

SJ: This threesome is getting kinky...

SC: WILL YOU STOP!

[Tyler stands over the body of Natalia who convulses on the floor twice as Kirsta massages his body. He spins around and passionately kisses Kirsta Lewis before the 'TKO Couple' make their way towards the back, and we cut back to live action where Tyler Boyd is about to address Styles.]

Beav: Tyler Boyd has proven to be a dispicable human being! How could he do that to that poor girl who stood by his side for so long?

Mouth: *ahem* .......Have you happened to SEE Kirsta Lewis?

Beav: I have, and she's a lovely looking woman...but Natalia was a looker herself.

Mouth: She may have been a lot of things, but I don't think calling her a hooker is a nice thing to say after what she's been through!

Beav: Who's side are you on?

Mouth: Ty's!

Beav: *sigh*

Boyd: Scott, Scott, Scott...I can still call you that, right?

[Double$s continues to glare up at Boyd.]

Boyd: Now I know that you're upset...sure, you beat Kirsta back at The Big Bang Theory. But since then, it seems like she keeps getting over on you...Even in a match that you were the referee in!

Mouth: It's true!

Beav: Only because Boyd helped!

Mouth: So?

Boyd: But tonight's the big one, right? Winner moves on and keeps the hope alive of having the short route to "The Ascension" for a chance to become the first ever CWC World Heavyweight Champion.

[Double$s, with a scowl on his face, nods slightly, as he continues to pace.]

Boyd: Let's face it, Styles...you'll never make it to the top of this business. You'll never be looked at as one of the big money players. You couldn't do it before, and you can't do it now. You're in this tournament as one of the people that Bryan Baxman thought MIGHT have a shot at pulling off the Showtime Championship...

[Boyd smirks, as Double$s is getting more irritated by the second.]

Boyd: And I've got to say...even that's a long shot when you look at the other names in this tournament. So why don't you spare everybody your ridiculous antics, absurd stories, and mindless babble...shut your damn match, and take your loss to Kirsta tonight like a man....right....now....

–Tournament Match - Winner's Bracket Round 2 - Double$s vs. Kirsta Lewis–

CR: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a second round Championship Tournament match!

[The crowd roars]

CR: First, on his way to the ring...

[“Hell Song by Sum 41 hits the sound system as the lights begin to flicker & then go completely out. The crowd goes silent, as the big screen lights up & then darkens & then lights up rapidly going from dark to light over & over again. Then it stops & all you can see in black cloud & black letters “Enter The Darkness” appears on the screen.]

CR: From Brooklyn New York. Weighing in at two hundred and sixty-eight pounds... Double S!

[The crowd becomes rowdy with boos & cheers as a figure stands in front of the entranceway. The lights come back at as a man in black clothing, balled head & black glasses runs down towards the ringside area. He slides into the rind & heads towards the far corner & leans on it and waits for his opponent.]

CR: And the opponent.

[The arena lights go down as "Animal" by Nickleback pipes though the arena's PA system. There is a loud thundering roar as a huge Harley appears at the entrance. It stops as its engine roars even louder. Kirsta Lewis appears dressed all in black leather and a motorcycle helmet, covering her head.]

CR: She is "The Hell Cat"....Kirsta Lewis

[As the music stops, the engine roars and she rides the bike down to the ringside area. Circling the ring three times before it stops and is turned off. Kirsta slides off the bike and pushes the kick stand down. Looking around the arena and walking over to the ring steps, mounting them slowly sliding though the ring ropes and standing there]

[The two circle the ring, Kirsta circles the outside as Double S seems to think he has the match in the bag, told by his cocky smirk. They move toward one another and lock up. Double S takes the upper hand, tossing Kirsta across the ring into the corner turnbuckle. Double S follows up, leaping into the air and hitting Kirsta in the side of the head with a flying forearm smash. Kirsta stumbles out of the corner and into a drop toe hold. Kirsta hits the mat hard and grabs her jaw.]

Beav: Double S taking control of the match right off...

[Double S hops to his feet and leans against the ropes, sizing Kirsta up, before taking a few steps forward and dropping a leg across the middle of her back. Double S turns her to her back and makes the pin attempt.]

One...

Tw..

[Kick out by Kirsta, who immediately rolls over to her stomach and gropes at her spine. The crowd is fired up as Double S grabs her by the hair and 'helps' her to her feet. She staggers a bit under her own power as Styles brings his arm back. He shoots a jab that rocks Kirsta once as he raises his arm back again. Another Jab sends her reeling, falling backward to the ropes. Double S then brings his arm back once more. This time, Kirsta gets her hand up and blocks the jab. She rears back and hits Double S with a wild forearm, causing him to take a few steps back.]

Mouth: So much for taking control. I love this girl. Now that she is with Boyd, it makes her that much more awesome.

Beav: Aww, but aren't you sad?

Mouth: Why would I be?

Beav: Now its all just... destroyed...

Mouth: What the hell are you talking about lardo?

Beav: You fantasies about Tyler Boyd and the Stud Stable...

Mouth: Oh... god. Shut up.

[She slaps him across the face and then hits a boot to the gut, doubling him over. She lets fly with an axe handle and then a stiff kick to the face. Double S stands up and grabs his nose. Kirsta rushes up and hits him with another forearm and then a knife edge chop.]

[She swings again but Double S ducks and ends up behind her. She turns around and Double lifts Kirsta and slams her down with a spine buster. The crowd erupts as Double S rolls backward and positions himself in the corner. Kirsta begins to stir and slowly makes her way to her knees. She staggers to her feet and turns as Double S leaps from the corner and nearly snaps her in half with a spear.]

Beav: My GOD! A spine buster and spear by Double S. He is on fire, and looks like he will be going to the next round of the championship tournament.

Mouth: Doubt it. He's a hack.

Beav: Bias much?

Mouth: Nah, I pretty much think most people in this company are hacks.

Beav: Would you say that to say.... Jackson?

Mouth: Sure I would.

Beav: Oh. Hi Jax

Mouth: WAH!?

[Beav laughs to himself]

Mouth: I hate you...

[The ref notices Kirsta not moving and rushes over to check on her as Double S backs up to the corner, taking the time to taunt to the crowd, causing them to cheer. Suddenly, a man in a black hooded shirt hops the railing and slides into the ring behind Double S.]

Beav: The hooded guy again

Mouth: How do you know its the same guy?

Beav: I don't but, do you honestly think that there would be two hooded guys in two consecutive weeks?

Mouth: Maybe there was a sale on black hoodies?

[He is completely unaware as the man grabs him from behind and spins him around and hits Double S with a double armed X Factor face buster.]

Mouth: Hey, that move looks kinda familiar...

Beav: No kidding but...

[The ref is completely unaware as the hooded man slides from under the ropes and crouches down next to the ring. Kirsta begins to stir and the ref asks if she is ok. She nods and rolls over. They both notice Double S is down at the same time, confusion on both of their faces as Kirsta crawls over and makes the cover. The ref reluctantly drops down and begins the count.]

Beav: The cover!

One...

Mouth: After some help.

Two...

Beav: Kirsta is going to steal this one!!!

THREE!

Beav: Its over! She stole the win with help from the outside.

[The ref leaps up and and raises her to her feet, raising her hand as the crowd boos loudly. Suddenly, the man in the hood slides back into the ring and seems extremely happy. He quickly pulls his hood back and reveals himself.]

Mouth: I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT!

Beav: Folks we knew we saw that move before. Thats the C-Sektion, and THAT is John Sektor!

[Sektor over excitedly hugs Kirsta, who seems more shocked than anyone else in the arena. Suddenly, her face contorts and she shoves him away, giving him a disgusted look. She shouts something out of him as he outstretches him arms in confusion. Suddenly, Kirsta lets fly with a slap across the face, loud enough to be heard by the crowd who responds with a 'WOOOOOOOO!'. Sektor's head jerks to the side and he brings his hand up to feel the whelt. Kirsta drops down and rolls from the ring, leaving Sektor to try and figure out what the hell he did wrong.]

[WINNER VIA PINFALL: KIRSTA LEWIS]

–Something up his sleeve--

[The cameras show Bryan Baxman in a perfectly tailored new suit, heading for his door with a folder of some kind, seemingly in a hurry. TaNK holds the door open for his boss, and they both head out. The cameraman follows him out and into the corridor.]

Voice: “Excuse me Sir…”

[Baxman stops and spins around, looking annoyed.]

Baxman: “Yes…?”

[Ryu Nakajima is leaning against the wall of Baxman’s office, wearing his wrestling gear plus a long white coat and sunglasses. He stand cross-armed, clutching a small black book.]

Nakajima: “Could I get a minute of your time, Sir?”

[Baxman shakes his head, and turns to carry on his errand. TaNk stays stood in the corridor, staring at Nakajima for a moment.]

Nakajima: “I must INSIST I have a minute of your time.”

[Baxman stops in his track and slowly turns around.]

Baxman: “You INSIST?”

[TaNK takes a few steps forward and gets right in Nakajima’s face. Nakajima doesn’t even look up.]

Nakajima: “Yes, Sir, I do. It’s for your benefit as much as mine, you see, and I don’t want to see you getting into trouble.”

[Baxman looks a bit confused, but lets out a sigh of resignation. He backs TaNk away, who stares at Nakajima for a little longer, before heading to the other end of the corridor, still watching everything.]

Baxman: “You got one minute.”

Nakajima: “Well Sir, it’s in regards to Noah Drakin.”

Baxman: “The guy who is trying to ruin my companies reputation by dragging the police and the damn FBI into my buildings...that Noah Drakin?”

Nakajima: “Yes, that’s the guy. Anyway, I want to make you an offer.”

Baxman: “What could you possibly have that I need?”

Nakajima: “You’ll see soon enough. All I want from you, Sir, is time. Drakin’s not booked on Whiplash, you wont see him for a while anyway.”

Baxman: “A while? The second he gets arrested officially, his ass is fired. He gets arrested this week, they are just waiting for the paperwork to go through; it’s a forgone conclusion. I’ll never see him AGAIN.”

Nakajima; “Well, this is my offer. In exchange for a stay of execution of exactly one week from today for Drakin, I’ll promise you his name will be cleared and he’ll never cause you a problem again.”

[Baxman laughs out loud. Nakajima retains his neutral expression.]

Baxman: “YOU. YOU are going to get a man off the hook for murder…”

Nakajima: “Alleged murder, Sir.”

Baxman. “Whatever. You want to run around playing Colombo? Fine. I already provided the Feds with everything I have on him, they’ll be formally charging him by this weekend. When they do, he’s gone.”

Nakajima: “That wouldn’t look very good on you though, Sir.”

Baxman: “I’ve told them everything I know and have cooperated fully. I think I've done my civic duty.”

Nakajima: “You hired a wanted felon in the first place.”

[Baxman’s smiles disappears, and he get much closer to Nakajima. TaNK stands to attention down the hall, but stays put.]

Baxman: “Look, I don’t have a damn clue what your game is and I don’t care. Drakin is getting arrested this week. If he gets cleared, then fine, he can stay, but from what the agents told me last week, they have everything they need. If I were you, Nakajima, I’d keep your nose out or you’ll go the same way as him. Oh yeah – your minute’s up.”

[Baxman turns and starts walking down the corridor.]

Nakajima: “So If they drop the charges, Drakin stays?”

Baxman: “You keep dreaming.”

[Baxman and TaNK head off around the corner, leaving Nakajima alone, still leaning against the wall.]

Nakajima: “You owe me big time, Drakin...Big time.”

–Tournament Match - Winner's Bracket Round 2 - Ryu Nakajima vs. Theo "Heretic" Mavarelli–

Cassandra Randall: This match is scheduled for one fall! First making his way into the ring weighing two hundred and eighty five pounds...Standing six feet four inches tall and hailing from Seattle, Washington AND Tokyo Japan... He is The Heretic Theo Mavarelli!

[The lights in the arena go completely out, as the sound of the now familiar heart beat begins to thump throughout the arena. The Jumbo-Tron illuminates with “6 6 6" as the stage glows red and fills with smoke. “How the Gods Kill” begins to blast, and within a few seconds, the cloaked figure of Theo Mavarelli appears at the edge of the stage through the smoke and begins his slow procession down towards the ring as a pentagram encircles the ring. He reaches the ring, climbs the steps, and enters through the ropes. He makes his way to the center of the ring, raises his hands out slowly to this sides, and then whips his head back to remove the hood.]

Beav: This match is promising to be a real knock out fight. Maravelli has a penchant for wanting to destroy those who have gotten the better of him before, and Nakajima is the one who helped get a win over him and Double$$ just last week!

Mouth: So you're thinking Marvaelli can do it again Beav? I mean this guy is an animal in the ring but.. I dunno, something seems to be missing. Like...his smile.

Cassandra Randall: And his opponent, hailing from the Peak District, England... Weighing in at two hundred and thirty nine pounds...Standing at six feet three inches tall... He is Ryu Nakajima!!

[The opening strings of “Getting High” by Ian Brown ring out around the arena and the crowd instinctively give a negative reaction as the lights dim down. The big screen provides the only light, and shows Ryu Nakajima stading in an empty room wearing a suit and shades. The camera zooms in slowly until just after the guitars kick in, when it switches to a montage of him in action. A burst of red pyros bit the house lights back up as we see Ryu Nakajima standing in the centre of the entryway, wearing a long white silk coat over his ring attire of red wrestling pants with silver flashes.

Ryu strides quickly down the ramp ignoring the crowd, and leaps over the top rope. He climbs onto the far turnbuckle and surveys the crowd, before taking of his long coat and carefully rolling it up in the corner of the ring. He makes a signal for the referee to keep an eye out, and does a few stretches in preparation for the bell.]

Beav: Nakajima has been exceptional since he's joined in CWC, and he's been going strong ever since day one. This is going to be a most interesting match up.

Mouth: Nakajima has it. He just... Has this air about him.

[The official motions for the bell to be rung. Nakajima wastes no time charging after Maravelli, as he locks up with his arm, and delivers a hip toss. Still holding onto his arm, he beings to torque Maravelli's left arm. Maravelli's guttural yell is heard by the fans, as Ryu wrenches the arm upwards. With his opponent down on the ground, he begins to stomp into him, with quick footwork, and finally letting him go. He motions out to the crowd, taunting them a little bit with a grin on his lips.]

Beav: Nakajima is definitely putting on a fine show this week. He want to keep going in the brackets, he's hungry for it.

[Maravelli seems to be getting up onto his feet, but Ryu is right there, waiting for him. He whips him into the ropes roughly, as Maravelli reverbs, Ryu jumps into the air, almost taking his head off with a scissor kick]

Beav: Snake Eyes! Nakajima is giving this man no quarter.

Mouth: And..what was this about earlier, saying Maravelli's going to be getting the best of Nakajima, is someone changing their mind?

Beav: Shush, Mouth.

[Looking down at Maravelli who's dazed, Nakajima smirks. Moving over to the corner and moving to sit up on the turnbuckle, watching his opponent. The crowd was cheering, telling Ryu to finish him off – but the man from England seems to be taking a breather himself.]

Beav: God this man is arrogant, he could finish off Maravelli, but he's taking his time.

Mouth: Or he could be you know.. a good guy and letting Maravelli have a chance.

Beav: No way, he's toying with The Heretic!

[Ryu continues to wath as Maravelli gets up onto his feet slowly. Standing up from the second rope, he jumps down and begins to walk over to Maravelli, as he gets onto his feet. Shaking the cobwebs from his head, Maravelli looks confused as to where Nakajima could be. Ryu taps him on the shoulder, and as Maravelli goes to swing, he catches the the fist, and wraps his arms around him, taking him down to the ground vai suplex.]

Mouth: Good night nurse! Maravelli's not getting up after that, no way.

Beav: Devil's Waiting! Devil's Waiting, Ryu's going for the cover!

[Ryu covers for Maravelli, a cocky smirk coming from his lips as the official slides down and begins to count.

One..

Two...

Three...]

Cassandra Randall: And your winner... Ryu Nakajima!!

[WINNER VIA PINFALL: RYU NAKAJIMA]

–Doesn't he get a hint?–

[Backstage, John Sektor is seen walking through the hallways looking at the different doors to the locker rooms, when he finally comes across the one that reads "Kirsta Lewis" on it. He takes a deep breath, still looking confused, and knocks.

Sektor: Kirsta, it's John...can we talk?

[There's no response from inside. He reaches down and gently feels the door knob to find that it's locked, and knocks again.]

Sektor: C'mon, Kirsta...after everything we've been through, you don't think I deserve an explanation for what that was about out there? I just helped you, and you slap me?

[Still no answer. He runs his hand through his hair, turns away from the door for a second shaking his head, and knocks one more time, this time harder.]

Sektor: Just open the door, Kirsta...I don't see....

[The door slowly opens, and Sektor's eyes get wide very quickly.]

Sektor: Oh...hey Tyler...

[Tyler Boyd steps out, closing the door behind him, and stands right in John Sektor's face.]

Boyd: What do you want, John?

Sektor: I just want to talk to...

[Boyd cuts him off.]

Boyd: She doesn't want to talk to you.

[Sektor's eyes narrow, and he inches in closer to Boyd now.]

Sektor: I want to hear her say it for herself.

[Boyd laughs a little, looking down for a second, and then suddenly grabs Sektor by the chest area of the sweatshirt he's wearing and pushes him back, slamming him into the wall.]

Boyd: If I'm saying it...she's saying it. Would YOU want to see someone, let alone talk to someone, who left YOU high and dry in the middle of a bitter war?

Sektor: But...I can exp...

Boyd: Explanation time's long gone, John. If I were you, I'd pack your bags, and get the hell out of here. Both you and Kostoff bailed on her, leaving her alone to deal with Corey Gein...when you left like you did, without so much as an explanation, you walked away from being her friend too. Now beat it.

[Boyd shoves him off to the side, and Sektor stumbles, almost losing his balance. The two stare each other down for a few seconds before Boyd turns and goes back inside the locker room, slamming the door behind him. Sektor shakes his head and slowly walks away.

--MAIN EVENT - Triple Threat Match - Winner gets first Showtime Title Match after The Ascension - Savage Youth vs. Ness vs. Kyle Cross–

Cassandra: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!

Beav: Well here we go, Mouth! This should be one heckuva fight! One of these three men will get first crack at the Showtime title after The Ascension!

Mouth: Wow...what an accomplishment...number one contender for a belt that isn’t even being held. I bet they’re stoked...

Beav: Are you being sarcastic, Mouth?

Mouth: ......yes Tubby...that was sarcasm...you’re learning.

Cassandra: The following contest is a triple threat match, and the winner will be the number one contender to the Showtime Championship following “The Ascension.”

[The crowd lets out a pop, as “Sin” by the Stone Temple Pilots begins to blast throughout the arena, and Savage Youth makes his way out onto the stage, eliciting another big pop from the crowd. He stops at the top of the aisle and looks around the crowd with a goofy smile before making his way towards the ring, slapping five with the fans on his way. He reaches the ring and climbs in, holding his hands high in the air as the crowd still cheers. The music dies down.]

Beav: He sure has been a popular addition to the roster after impressing everyone with that big win over Obnoxio back at The Big Bang Theory!

Mouth: He’s the lovable user...of course he’s popular!

Beav: That’s not nice, Mouth!

Mouth: I only speak the truth!

[The lights go off as the opening notes of "Terra in Black" is played across the arena. As soon as the trumpets finish their blaring, white pyro bursts from the stage as Ness makes his way toward the ring. Not going for any kind of flashy entrance, he walks his way toward the ring and enters the bottom rope. He extends his hand in the air as a mixed reaction is heard from the crowd. Ness then looks toward the entrance as the music fades.]

Beav: And now there’s Ness, the multi-time PWX Hybrid and Next Generation Champion! And now he’s looking to guarantee himself a shot at gold here in CWC!

Mouth: He’ll never win the big one though...

Beav: Why would you say that?

Mouth: He’s had opportunity after opportunity after opportunity...and he’s failed every time.

Beav: It only takes one time, Mouth!

Mouth: Is that what Vera used to tell you?

Beav: You leave my sweet Vera out of this, may she rest in peace!

[“Defy You” by The Offspring begins to blast, and from over the side rail along the aisle, Kyle Cross jumps out of the crowd and raises his hands high in the air, slapping five with the fans as he makes his way down towards the ring.]

Mouth: Did anyone get him that memo about NOT having to buy a ticket yet?

Beav: Maybe he just enjoys taking in the show with the fans, Mouth!

Mouth: He’s PART of the damn show!

Beav: And he comes out of the crowd when it’s his time to BE a part of the show!

[Cross gets to the ring, and the music dies down. The three men are all looking around at each other, while Cassandra gives the introductions.]

Cassandra: Introducing first, weighing in at 224 pounds, and wrestling out of Rapid City, South Dakota...SAVAGE YOUTH!!!

[The crowd lets out a huge pop, as Savage Youth sees a rather well built blonde woman in the front row is wearing one of his new “Bouncin’” t-shirts. He points to her, waves and yells “YO!” with a goofy grin, causing her to jump up and down. Youth’s head starts bouncing with her, getting a laugh from the crowd.]

Cassandra: Introducing next, weighing in at 230 pounds and wrestling out of San Diego, California....NESS!!!

[The crowd obviously letting Ness know that he is NOT the fan favorite in this one as a chorus of boos are unleashed, causing him to scowl and look around to the crowd.]

Cassandra: And finally, weighing in at 238 pounds and wrestling out of Toronto, Ontario, Canada....KYLE CROSS!!!

[A big face pop for Cross as he waves to the crowd with a smile on his face. Cassandra Randall gets out of the ring, and the crowd’s intensity level starts to build, as the referee calls for the bell and the three men circle the ring, with Ness stopping to stretch out using the top rope, but then immediately charging Savage Youth and knocking him down with a clothesline, and then turning around to get rocked by a hard right hand from Kyle Cross, who goes on the attack. Firing a series of shots to the jaw, he backs Ness up as Savage Youth gets back to his feet, and they each grab one of Ness’ arms and send him flying across the ring into the opposite turnbuckles. Cross charges in after him first with a spinning elbow, and Savage Youth follows him in with a shoulder right into Ness’ rib cage. Ness stumbles out of the corner and Cross grabs him from behind, holding his arms behind him.]

Beav: Well so far it’s been Kyle Cross and Savage Youth working effectively against Ness, but you’ve got to wonder how long it’s going to last!

Mouth: Obviously not long, dumb ass...they’re still opponents, you know...

[Savage Youth rears back and delivers a stinging shot to the temple of Ness, and follows it up with a boot to the stomach, causing Cross to let go. Savage Youth grabs Ness and hooks him up in a front face lock, and brings him over for a snap suplex. He jumps right back to his feet, and Cross jumps up and drops a knee across the forehead of Ness.]

Beav: But so far they look content in taking Ness out of the equation and leaving it for them to battle out!

Mouth: You act like this is the first triple threat match you’ve ever seen...

[Youth reaches down and pulls Ness back to his feet and pushes him back against the ropes, and whips him across the ring, as Cross is waiting, and nails him with a perfectly timed dropkick that catches it’s mark and lays Ness out. Cross quickly floats over for the cover on Ness.]

Beav: He’s got the leg hooked!

ONE!!!

TW...

Mouth: Savage Youth denies him!

[Savage Youth breaks it up with a stomp to the back of Cross’ head, and looks upset at the Canadian. Cross gets up and gets right into Savage Youth’s face, causing Youth to shove him away. Cross steps right back up and gives Savage Youth a bigger shove, knocking him down to the mat. Savage Youth pops right back up and throws a hard right, but Cross blocks it and fires back, rocking Youth hard. He then grabs the stunned Youth, lifts a knee to the stomach, and pulls him up and drops him on his head in a piledriver. Getting back to his feet, he climbs out of the ring and heads for the top rope.]

Beav: He’s climbing!

Mouth: Thank you, Captain Obvious...

[Savage Youth is slowly starting to get up, shaking the cobwebs out. He pulls himself up using the ropes and staggers out to the middle ring. He sees Ness, who’s just trying to get up to his knees, and turns around looking for Cross, who launches off the top ropes into a tornado DDT!]

Beav: SAVAGE YOUTH DIDN’T SEE THAT ONE COMING AT ALL!!!

Mouth: And now Cross has the cover!

ONE!!!

TWO!!

THRE...

Beav: NO!!! NESS DOVE IN TO BREAK UP THE COUNT!

Mouth: I’m surprised Ness knew what was going on after the early beating he took!

[Cross gets up to his feet and doesn’t hesitate to deliver a stiff kick to the side of Ness’ head, knocking him right back down to the mat. He then reaches down and pulls Savage Youth up by the hair, but Savage Youth hits a headbutt right to the chest of Cross, knocking the wind out of him, and then wrapping him up and bringing him over for a Northern Lights suplex.]

Beav: AND SAVAGE YOUTH ISN’T GIVING UP YET!!!

Mouth: Of course not...he wouldn’t want to let Robo-Teddy down...

[Getting up, Savage Youth is still trying to collect himself, as Cross is also working to get back to his feet. Ness is also fighting to get back to his feet, and Savage Youth turns and surveys the situation. He pulls Cross all the way up to his feet, and hits him with a big knife edged chop across the chest, sending him stumbling away. Savage Youth gives chase, grabs him from behind, spins him around, and unloads another big chop that knocks Cross back into the corner. Youth grabs him, jumps up, and monkey-flips him out into the center of the ring, and is seeming to get some adrenaline pumping as he’s gaining momentum. Ness is back to his feet now too, but still a bit groggy as Savage Youth continues his assault on Cross by stomping away at the chest a few times before pulling him back up to his feet, scooping him up, and slamming him back down hard to the canvas.]

Beav: Savage Youth is grasping control here, and he knows it!

Mouth: That’s about ALL he knows...

[Savage Youth goes to pull Cross up again, but Ness stops him by charging in with a series of punches that catches him off guard.]

Beav: Or maybe not! Here comes Ness!

[Grabbing Savage Youth by the back of the head, he pulls him down right into a knee, MMA style, and then hits a lightning fast DDT, and floats over for the cover.]

ONE!!!

TWO!!

Shoulder up!

Beav: Not quite!

[Ness doesn’t waste any time, as he’s back up again and pulls Savage Youth up with him. Scooping him up, he drops him down across his leg for a backbreacker, but then picks him back up and tosses him backwards with a fall away slam. Cross is back to his feet just as Ness gets back up, tries to land a punch, but Ness blocks it and knocks him down with a stiff right hand before turning around to see Savage Youth back on his feet charging him. Ness side steps him, grabs him by the back of the head, and tosses him out of the ring over the top rope. Ness spins back around to find Cross up once more, and hits him with a nasty chop and leads him over to the corner, setting him up on the top rope. He climbs up with him, and hooks him up.]

Mouth: Ness is going to steal this one!

[He brings Cross crashing down to the center of the ring with the Dark Driver, and floats over him for the cover!]

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!

Beav: I don’t believe it! He was out of the match most of the way through, and stole it at the end, letting Savage Youth and Cross wear each other out!

Mouth: Pretty damn smart if you ask me!

Beav: Ness gets the first shot at whoever wins the Showtime Championship! It’s been a crazy night! Make sure you tune in for the debut edition of Hell 2 Pay this Sunday, but we’re out of time now!

[Fade out as Ness’ music reprises and the referee raises his hand in victory.]

[WINNER VIA PINFALL: NESS]