[The screen fades in from black, your $24.95 has finally come good as the usual WfWA warning comes across the screen ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== WARNING! WFWA ACTION IS FULL OF HIGHSPOTS, PYRO, LOUD MUSIC, SWEAT, STROBES AND BIKINI GIRLS. THESE ARE TRAINED AND PAID PROFESSIONALS PLEASE DO NOT TRY TO IMITATE ANY WFWA ACTION AT HOME. !VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED! ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [Black, silent, empty.] "War doesn't prove who was right..." [The voice is electronic, straight out of a computer but somewhere in there it has expression and feeling.] "But the last man left standing can claim to be the best..." [A puff of cigarette smoke leads us in.] "From the streets of Detroit..." [A shot from cold hard 8mm film dampens the soft yellow tinge of a sidewalk into a lifeless grey. Slowly we pan along the street, graffiti flickers at the top of the screen, the occasional glimmer of colour. A blur of purple makes us stop and track back. We come across a red and blue pair of Hispanic design bandannas, the decoration picked out in white. Beside them, on either side is a pair of feet in stylish street shoes. We pan up the figure on the right, up his dark jeans, past his white vest to his snarling face. A tribal design tattoo is on the back of his furled up and shaven scalp...he stares into the eyes of an opposing figure, equally tense, equally taut. A gold tooth appears as he curls up his lips.] "To the underground of London..." [As the cries of "EXTRA, EXTRA" ring out from a crowd of people we turn into a grimy street corner. A bag of fish and chips lays trodden on the floor. Beside it are two pairs of black, scuffed army boots. We look up, our eye dragging on the buckles and belts that hang from their combat trousers. There's a TAP, TAP, TAP of a baseball bat as the two figures, both in thick padded jackets stand eye to eye, nose to nose. "To the canals of Venice..." [The soft soothing sound of water lapping against the wooden supports of a pier soon fades out as we come face to face with a growling, designer suited man. If it wasn't for the bulging in his jacket pocket that so obviously houses a firearm he could be mistaken for a businessman. We pan around to find that he stands in front of a mob of similarly suited men. He flinches slightly as they step towards him. "To the electric avenues of Tokyo City..." [The flickering neon lights cast a bright halo down over the shoulders of two bare chested men. Both have a dragon tattoo running down their backs, both with a blade in their right hands. They stand chest to chest butting heads before we cut to black. "When you fight a war..." [Back to an ultra-violent montage of 'what happened nexts' as the sound of fist on flesh sends a streak of blood from the corner of a mouth, splattering against the dirty Detroit pavement. A sickening THUD as a bat comes down across the top of a bald head, cracking the skull in a split second, the agonising pain shoots across his all but dead eyes as he falls sideways crashing against the alley wall. A ripping, burning BANG as a bullet tears through the chest of the suited man, he flings his arm out dropping his silver .45 from the pier and down into the water below, his mouth howling out in pain as he is jolted backwards with a second shot. A sheen of light as a sword slices down the bare shoulder opening up a searing, weeping wound which sends the victim sprawling back against a shop window. We pan up as the attacker lunges forwards for the fatal blow...and then to black.] "There are going to be casualties." [An ultra quick shot of all the attackers, the Asian man standing in front of a bloodied glass window, his chest and face sprayed with blood. The black suited, olive skinned 'cleaner' standing over us looking down before putting a pair of shades across the ridge of his nose. The London thug spitting down at us before cynically kicking the broken body in front of him, burying his steel toe caps deep into the gut before the Detroit crew quickly rush to fit the motionless body into the boot of a beat up old Cadillac. The boot shuts and we again cut to black.] [The figure turns his face to the camera and in an electric FLASH his features becomes visible. His torso is shrouded in darkness but his face burns with life...because his face changes every split second, flashing to each different member of the respective Summer Games 3 teams. From Eric Dane to Terry Woods, from Ulfric to Joey Tesauro in barely a couple of seconds we have seen all the gladiators involved before we fade...to...black.] ['Do You Really Know?' by Twiztid begins playing.] There are two forms of punishment' #Blast off, home in the dark with heads off # Smoke squares five at a time and won't cough # I like graveyards and beatin' on the voodoo drum # And all you're worried about is where the @#%$ I'm from # Never existed # Grippin' my axe, double-fisted # And if you blinked you missed it You can take it. [As the black is shredded in half by the words they disappear as quickly as they appeared, dancing and shaking slightly as they go and we cut to a collage of still shots and images running like a flick book over the commentary that first called them.] [Storm gets to his feet, Rowell struggling to get up, kick to the gut, IMPLANT DDT from Storm.] DDK: The same move he used in the ring when Rowell verbally abused him last week! Wait, where's Ryan going? [Storm runs up the stairs, and goes through the first row of the balcony. He climbs the rail...] Angus: HOLY SH[bleep]T! DDK: STORM WITH A SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM THE BALCONY! [The bell sounds.] DDK: The referee isn't going to wait anymore, he's just called for a no contest. # I'm Twiztid # No love # No hugs # No dap # No friends # No light # Pitch black And you can give it. [Red Dragon grabs Rowell by his jean shorts and starts to drag him out from under the ring, Rowell leans backward and swings.. __SMASH__ __Confused Ohhh__ ..Fluorescent Glass Light tube smashed over Red Dragon's head.] Luke Gallagher - Oh my God! Ed Foo Jung - Rowell just smashed a tube over Red Dragon's head. [A stunned Red Dragon, with glass splinters in his face, takes a few staggering steps backwards and slumps down.] Luke Gallagher - That he did! # Do you really know what it's like? # Like to be me! # Do you really know what it's like? # Like to see what I see! # Do you really know what it's like? # See another day! # Do you really know what it's like? # To be me! He's a man of many words. [And now we hear them.] Larna - Andy Boland, the number one contender to Red Dragon. He's facing him at Summer Games III. Rowell - Was I in a coma or something for a while? Larna - No? [Rowell shrugs.] Rowell - Then where did he come from? And even more words... [Rowell holds his right hand in a 'c', like a hand puppet.] "Rowell, don't you know I have respect for Mitsuya?" [Obviously, he is now MOCKING the World Champion.] "I respect the Crocodile like I respect the milkman telling me my dad is really the mailman. I'm like Rodney Dangerfield; you give me no respect. I'm the World Champ, I'm this, and I'm that...I'll break you..." [Rowell slaps his right hand with his left.] # Take these... # ...feelings away from me! # Strip me of everything! # See me for who I am # Take these... # ...feelings away from me! # I've shown you everything! # Now you hate who I am! # Take these... # ...feelings away from me! # Strip me of everything! # See me for who I am! # Take these... # ...feelings away from me! # I've shown you everything! # Now you hate who I am! But he lives by one code. [C.J. Rowell steps through those curtains as the crowd erupts in an extreme amount of cheers for this man. Rowell is wearing blue jean shorts and kneepads, blue and white boots and white wrist tape. He holds two hands high over his head.] Do unto others... [Rowell comes around; Ed gets in his face.] Ed Foo Jung - What the hell do you think you're doing? [Rowell eyeballs Ed for a moment before he grins, shot to the head of Ed a kick to the midsection and a DDT takes Ed down.] __Massive Pop__ Luke Gallagher - ..[chuckling].. I normally wouldn't condone such actions but that was beautiful. ...before they do unto you. [Rowell opens the chair back up and wraps it around the ankle of Red.] Ed Foo Jung - I don't like the look of this. [There's a clunk as a microphone hits the floor.] Luke Gallagher - Where the hell are you going? [Rowell stomps away at the chair wrapped around Red's foot a few times, before Ed answers Luke's question with actions rather than words, sliding into the ring with another chair... __Clonck__ __Ohh__ __Jeer__ ..Rowell catches a chair to the back, which sends him down.] Luke Gallagher - I guess that told me, hang with me folks I'm flying Solo for the second time tonight. Rowell laid out Red Dragon then Ed laid out Rowell with a pair of Steel Chairs. # Do you really know what it's like? # Like to be me! # Do you really know what it's like? # Like to see what I see! # Do you really know what it's like? # See another day! # Do you really know what it's like? # To be me! Summer Games III Live On Pay Per View C.J. Rowell gets his chance. "I will start the long and agonising work of filling the hole. It will all come to an end when I run out of dirt to cover your carcass... and then, the world shall call me what it should call me... World Heavyweight Champion." Four Men...One Goal. [Pictures of Rowell, Red Dragon, Kevin Cage, and Andy Boland flash upon your screen. Who will leave California as 'The Champion'? "It has a good ring to it though, 'C.J. Rowell, World Heavyweight Champion'... doesn't it?" [Black.] ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== I I ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= The entrance video comes to it's finale as we swoop down to the depths of The Staples Center in the heart of California which is full to the brim with a sold out 25,000 fans screaming, shouting and cheering for the greatest alliance on the face of the earth.] [BOOOOOOOOOOOM] [BOOOOOOOOOOOM] [BOOOOOOOOOOOM] [BOOOOOOOOOOOM] [4 huge bursts of pyro bring a deafening roar from the fans as they get ready to witness the biggest event of the year and to see WfWA rock the place like no other collection of superstars in the world can.] [FWOOOOOOOOSH] [FWOOOOOOOOSH] [FWOOOOOOOOSH] [We cut down to ringside as a stream of flames spew up from the massive video wall and entrance rig after circling the roaring fans, the foam fingers, silly hats and signs are out in force tonight so why don't we pick out a few that stand out: - PICK ME TEAM NGWA - WOODS FEARS SOFT DRINKS - R.I.P BLACK ZACK - ONLY ICON, ONLY STAR - GOT TITLES? - IT'S ALWAYS BRITTANY'S TIME O' THE MONTH - THIS SIGN SUCKS, READ HIS! Time now to get the latest from our commentary team for the evening, Justin Hellock and Mike Weathers.] Mike Weathers - WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO SUNNY CALIFORNIA WHERE THE WfWA HAS INVADED THE STAPLES CENTER FOR THE BIGGEST, THE BEST AND UNDENIABLY THE MOST STAR STUDDED PAY PER VIEW OF THE YEAR! WELCOME TO... SUMMER GAMES THREE! [The crowd roar on as the video screen shows them in all their glory, the merchandise stand has been selling shirts by the truckload by the looks of things. As the camera swoops past them, the fans leap up trying to grab it before another burst of pyro shoots up to the very rafters of the Staples Center.] Justin Hellock - MY GOD! LISTEN TO THE RECEPTION...MY NAME IS JUSTIN HELLOCK AND TO MY RIGHT IS CALIFORNIA'S OWN LIVING LEGND, MIKE WEATHERS AND WE WILL BE TAKING YOU THROUGH THIS...THIS EXTRAVAGANZA! Mike Weathers - Justin, I think the atmosphere is even getting to you. Those were the nicest words you've had to say to me in all our years calling the highspots and chair shots together! [Close up on the commentary team. Mike is wearing a sharp black dinner jacket with dickey bow and white shirt while Justin Hellock is dressed for a party in a bright orange Hawaiian short sleeved shirt.] Justin Hellock - How can this atmosphere not be getting to you? Take a look around Mike...THIS IS SUMMER GAMES! Mike Weathers - It sure as heck is Justin and what a night of action we have got for you tonight! This is the big one, the battle to decide the strongest region, forget personal rivalries because this is all about being a team. You have to work together to even so much as make it through to our final for that #1 contenders slot...if you so much as blink at the wrong time you and your region is going home! ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [The Video Screen kicks in with a devilish humming as slowly it cuts out and re-opens backstage where walking down the hall is one half of the EWC tag team champions, Brittany Fox along with her pet Pitbull, Daisy. Fox's blond hair peeks out from underneath a beige cowgirl hat that she is wearing along with a button-up cowgirl-style shirt with suede shoulders, dark brown leather pants, and black cowgirl boots. A short choker chain restrains Daisy.] Brittany Fox - Let's see, let's see... it's gotta' be around her some place. [Fox is looking at all the doors she passes as they walk down the hall. Finally, she stops at one.] Brittany Fox - Ah-ha! Look sweetheart, we found it! __RROOAOFF__ [Fox puts her finger to her lips and becomes very quiet, signalling Daisy to "Sshhhh..." The camera shows us the door they have stopped in front of and we see that it reads 'WHIRLYBIRDZ VHS'. Fox looks at Daisy and nods her head while smiling, then unclasps the choker and stands back.] Brittany Fox - Go ahead girl! When ya' gotta' go, ya' gotta' go, right? [We watch as Daisy moves closer to the door and sniffs around a little bit, then turns, squats, and takes a hot, stinky, steamy, sh*t right in front of the Whirylbirdz's lockeroom door.] Brittany Fox - Wendy Briese an' The other Whirlybirdies can consider that a "good luck" present from us... [When Daisy finishes, but before Brittany can put the choker back on, she is shoved from behind. J2O knocks her down with a push, while Dan jumps on the dog from behind, clasping a muzzle around its mouth. Laughing, the two drag the dog into the locker room, and close the door, locking it. Brittany hops back to her feet, and begins trying to force her way into the Birdz locker room.] Brittany Fox - POLLASKAH! YA BETTAH OPEN THIS HERE DOOR RIGHT NOW! [From the inside, Dan can be heard talking in a bit of a French accent] Dan Pollaski - Oh ho-ho! What do we have here! A dog who has come to the Dan Pollaski beauty parlour. [Brittany screams, and bangs on the door again, while Daisy's whines can be heard. Suddenly, Brittany screams, and the crowd pops, as the sound of a buzzer can be heard. The dog's whines grow louder, and Dan and James can be heard laughing.] Dan Pollaski - Well, there is the haircut, we just need a makeover! [Again, more whining from Daisy, more screaming from Brit, more cheering from the crowd, and more laughing from Dan and J2O is heard. Finally, the door opens just a crack, and a humiliated Daisy comes running out, tail tucked between her legs. She has been shaved bald. Written on her, in permanent marker, is "FOX SUX", in several different places. Brit screams as she sees her dog, then turns back to Dan, who has again shut and locked the door.] Brittany Fox - POLLASKI! AH AM GOING TO KILL YAH! YAH HEAR ME? [Fox turns and storms out. After a minute, the door opens, and out steps James and Dan, both laughing their ass off.] Dan Pollaski: Thanks James, good help. James Double-OH - You're welcome. [James leaves, and Dan turns around to re-enter the locker room.] __SQUISH__ Dan Pollaski - Goddammit! ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [We cut back to ringside with a chorus of jeers from the fans, somewhere near the back a chant of "BRITANNY SWALLOWS" is born.] Mike Weathers - That is not the way I expected to start off this darn show, Brittany Fox...she said it best, when you gotta go, you gotta go! Justin Hellock - I hope she cleans that up, isn't that a punishable offence? Mike Weathers - I think it is Justin, Brittany may well have just put herself in the poop so to speak but maybe not as much as Dan Pollaski just did! Did you see that pooch? Smooth as a baby's behind! Of course Brittany is up in action against Wendy Briese for the NGWA Womens Title later on tonight...talking of Wendy and The Birdz though Justin... Justin Hellock - But Mike, you want to talk about action...the Summer Games party has been going on all weekend on the beaches of beautiful California and it all began on the 23rd with the FREE FOR ALL REDONDO BEACH PARTY! Mike Weathers - And for those of you who haven't heard the news... WE GOT NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! WE GOT A NEW DOUBLE CROWN CHAMPION! ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== The video wall bursts into life with action from the Redondo Beach Party set to the thunderous 'Debonair' by Dope. The guitar riff and double speed drum beat introduction builds up to images and brief clips from the show including a Stan Marshall Tope over the top, Yosheda Sakimura being thrown over the top rope by The Regime and Marc McCarthy diving from the top rope through the announce table. # I don't care nothing about it! The vocals kick in and the action speeds up into a super fast, super hard hitting montage. !Hammer wins the NGWA Hardcore Title! !Glori Allysin Rose defeats Jenna Blaze! !Miller Magnum pins Fugitive in a Hardcore Tag match! !Chris Egerton overcomes Jay Hunter! !SNS squash Metal N'Mayhem and the Midwest Enforcers! !Seth Angelus batters Jon Mourton with a chair! !Ulfric & Lennox win the World Tag Team Titles! !Joey Tesauro retains over Stan Marshall! !Dark Wolf fails to win the Atlantic Coast Title! !Marc McCarthy wins the WfWA Double Crown! !Donovan Cross lays out Dark Wolf and McCarthy! ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [The video is met with a massive cheer from the fans that are just simply chomping at the bit for some action, and they won't have long to wait as we cut back to Justin Hellock and Mike Weathers at ringside.] Justin Hellock - What a night that was...and what you didn't see up there was Donovan Cross making off with both the WfWA Double Crown but also the Atlantic Coast Title that had both been won by Marc McCarthy moments earlier...that Cross...what an impact he has had in his short time in the alliance. Mike Weathers - He's got the family name to uphold Hellock, when you're related to Tyler Cross and Mike Sloan you have to do something pretty special to step out from the shadows but can he lead Team EWC to glory? Justin Hellock - Dubya times three all the way baby! Ulfric and Lennox, the NEW World Tag Team Champions are going to bring it home for California, rest assured Mike, we got this in the bag! [The lights drop out and the video wall flickers to a huge pop from the fans, they don't care who is coming out first because this is SG3 and everyone is a damn superstar.] Mike Weathers - What do we have here Justin... Justin Hellock - I tell ya' Mike...I don't care who it is because finally, after all the hype, all the build up SG3 is GO! [The lights remain out as we take a cut to Greg Fogleman standing in the middle of the ring illuminated by a single beaming spotlight. He to is in the full formal wear. His eyes glance around the ringside, his hand trembling around his microphone as he prepares himself.] Mike Weathers - I think I know who's coming Justin...this is a war that has raged for several months over in rainy England and it will be coming to an end live on Pay Per View! [Greg clears his throat away from the mic before raising it up to his stone dry lips.] Greg Fogleman - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has the stipulation of a SURVIIIIIVORS MAY-AAATCH! [The crowd explodes at the mere mention of the stipulation, now they know who is coming out to kick off the show!] Justin Hellock - RAYNE AND UNFORGIVEN! Greg Fogleman: Introducing first, from Greenland, weighing in at 450 pounds ... UN-FOR-GIVENNN! ["Fade to Black" by Metallica begins to play as the lights flicker and a massive burst of pyro explodes at the top of the ramp.] Mike Weathers - This is a titanic struggle, Rayne has been on the end of so much punishment at the hands of Unforgiven but now he gets him one on one in a Survivors Match...this has everything you need in a match, this is an epic just waiting to happen! [Out from the locker room, Unforgiven begins to make his trek to the ring, his path is shown up on the video wall to a DEAFENING barrage of jeers from the fans who immediately begin to chant for their former World Champion, Rayne.] Mike Weathers - Pretty obvious what the fans want, Rayne is a former WfWA World Champion and a real fighter, a lot of guys would have just high-tailed it away from Unforgiven. Justin Hellock - That's what anyone with half a brain would have done, Rayne is going to get broken in half right in front of us here...he still has to fight on Team EWC later in the evening as well. It doesn't make sense Mike Mike Weathers - Course it does Justin, Rayne wants to finish this on Pay Per View! [Unforgiven wears blue jeans, boots, a black T-shirt and a black and white flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off. The fans let him have a verbal beating but he barely even acknowledges them.] Justin Hellock - Unforgiven is one HUGE sumbitch! # Life it seems, will fade away # Drifting further every day # Getting lost within myself # Nothing matters no one else # I have lost the will to live # Simply nothing more to give # There is nothing more for me # Need the end to set me free [Unforgiven pauses and stands in the middle of the aisle as Brittany Fox, Rex "The Hex" Plex and Ballistic run down.] # Things are not what they used to be # Missing one inside of me # Deathly lost, this can't be real # Cannot stand this hell I feel # Emptiness is filing me # To the point of agony # Growing darkness taking dawn # I was me, but now He's gone Mike Weathers - There's his entourage. This guy can't go to the bathroom without his friends holding it. [Unforgiven steps onto the ring apron with a single, massive step.] # No one but me can save myself, but its too late [He stands there for a moment, turns around to the crowd and yells obscenities at the people in the front row who react with a chorus of BOO's.] # Now I can't think, think why I should even try [He steps over the top rope and into the ring, backing himself into a corner and watching the ramp with a fire in his eyes.] # Yesterday seems as though it never existed [Rex and Ballistic huddle behind him at ringside and Fox just walks over to his corner.] # Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye [The music fades away as an anticipating silence falls over the arena. The fans lean forwards, eeking ever so slightly out of their seats awaiting the arrival of his opponent.] Justin Hellock - Man...he sure ate all the pies. Nearly 8 feet tall, I tell'ya, Rayne is a dead man. Mike Weathers - I just hope Rayne is coming into this with a gameplan, Unforgiven could just tear him limb from limb if he isn't ready for this. Justin Hellock - Could? Mike, he WILL! [Greg Fogleman takes a gulp as he stands in the middle of the ring, shadowed by the massive Unforgiven.] Greg Fogleman - And his opponent. Weighing in at 275 pounds, from Shattered Plains, North Dakota ... HE IS RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYNNE! [The lights dim to a MASSIVE pop from the fans.] Mike Weathers - Here he comes! [Rayne's voice echoes over the PA. The words fly across the big screen as they are said.] "When the rain falls... ...NOTHING... ...is safe..." [The sound of thunder begins to roll throughout the arena. As it fades away, a pitter pattering is heard as silver glitter begins falling from the ceiling. Strobes flicker throughout the Staples Center, giving the glitter the impression of falling rain. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the power of Verdi's "Dies Irae" begins to boom throughout the arena. The crowd explodes in cheers.] # Dies irae, dies illa (The day of wrath, that day) # solvet saeclum in favilla, (which will reduce the world to ashes,) # teste David cum Sibylla. (as foretold by David and the Sybil.) Justin Hellock - Rayne is putting his spot on the EWC team on the line right here by stepping into the ring with this beast of a man, I don't care what you say, he isn't going to be anywhere near fully recovered for EWC versus UWF. # Quantus tremor est futurus, (What terror there will be,) # quando judex est venturus, (when the Lord will come) # cuncta stricte discussurus. (to rigorously judge all!) Mike Weathers - His team need him Justin, but maybe not as much as he needs to do this. Justin Hellock - What kinda crock of crap statement was that? This is Summer Games...ya'know, the TEAM games. UWF will knock EWC down for the count if they dont take this seriously Mike and you know that as well as I do. [After a few moments, Rayne steps out onto the stage wearing a pair of cut- off blue jeans, black combat boots and the same white, blood-stained, sleeveless T-shirt which reads "Extremely Suicidal" that he wore in his last match with Unforgiven. He walks to the top of the stage, stands with his arms spread and lowers his head as pyro shoots off above him, sending sparks raining down over him. The crowd are going totally APE by now.] # Tuba mirum spargens sonum (The trumpet, scattering a wondrous sound) # per sepulchra regionum, (among the graves of all the lands,) # coget omnes ante thronum. (will assemble all before the Throne.) Mike Weathers - Even if Rayne were to advance, how could he possibly go on to win the whole thing? After what happened in that last contest between he and Unforgiven, it's amazing he'd even agree to, let alone ASK for this match. # Mors stupebit et natura, (Death and Nature will be astounded) # cum resurget creatura, (when they see a creature rise again) # judicanti responsura. (to answer to the Judge.) [He pauses for a moment, exhales smoke from the pyro and then walks down the aisle.] # Liber scriptus proferetur, (The book will be brought forth) # in quo totum continetur, (in which all deeds are noted,) # unde mundus judicetur. (for which humanity will answer.) [Rayne stands outside the ring and looks at the team of Metal 'n' Mayhem, points and yells a few things and then stares into the ring. He closes his eyes, shakes his head and slides into the ring.] Mike Weathers - Ever get the feeling you have set let yourself in for something that you have absolutely no control over? That's how Rayne feels right about now. # Judex ergo cum sedebit, (When the judge will be seated,) # quidquid latet apparebit, (all that is hidden will appear,) # nil inultum remanebit. (and nothing will go unpunished. ) [The music fades out as Rayne walks up to Unforgiven in the center of the ring and the two look eye to eye. Rayne is forced to arch his head back and strain every muscle in his body to do so as Unforgiven stares down, but it's eye to eye the best that they can.] Justin Hellock - Unforgiven's goons took out Rayne's eye in their last battle! What does this monster have in store for him now? [DING DING] [The bell rings to a massive cheer as Rayne locks up with the beast. Unforgiven tosses him across the ring with ease.] Mike Weathers - What was Rayne thinking!? He can't out power Unforgiven! [Rayne rolls onto his stomach, huddled in the corner. He slowly gets back to his feet and charges Unforgiven. The big man catches Rayne and heaves him into the air, driving him across the ring with a release Gut-Wrench Suplex.] Justin Hellock - Ouch! [Unforgiven gets back up and walks over to Rayne, pulling him up by his hair. He drags him to the corner and throws him against it, laying in some punches, each one is met with a rising groan from the fans.] _WHAP_ _WHAP_ _WHAP_ _WHAP_ _WHAP_ [Rayne slumps into the corner as Unforgiven takes his massive boot against Rayne's throat and begins choking him.] Mike Weathers - His boot is almost as big as Rayne's head! Get him off ref! Justin Hellock - There are no rules in this match; the only way to win is to make your opponent quit! Tapping out won't even help, you literally have to say "I Quit", I don't even know if that is in Unforgiven's vocabulary. Mike Weathers - I guarantee it won't be in Raynes. [The crowd fires up with "LET'S GO RAYNE!" chants.] Mike Weathers - Rayne is in trouble already here. [Unforgiven lets off of the hold but begins to stomp away on Rayne's chest, driving a good five or six boots to him. He pulls Rayne back to his feet and uses his massive hand to chop Rayne right in the chest.] [WHOOOOO!] [He does it again.] [WHOOOOO!] [And again...] [WHOOOOO!] [And again...] [WHOOOOO!] [And again...] [WHOOOOO!] Justin Hellock - Rayne's chest is bright red from those chops! DAYUM! Look at the whelps coming up right in front of us. [Quick shot at the chest of Rayne brings a gasp from the fans.] Mike Weathers - Uh-oh! [Unforgiven picks Rayne up and sets him on the turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope and hooks his head. With a huge heave, he lifts Rayne up vertically into the air, holding him for a moment.] [GASPS!] [ANTICIPATING MURMURS] Mike Weathers - OH MAN!! Justin Hellock - He's stalling on the superplex! __CRAAAAAASH__ [After holding him for about ten seconds, Unforgiven leaps off the ropes crushing Rayne's back against the mat. Rayne squirms in pain, clutching his lumbar region.] Mike Weathers - HUGE SUPERPLEX! [Unforgiven stomps away on Rayne's back as Rayne tries to crawl away.] Justin Hellock - Unforgiven has this match solidly in control. [Unforgiven scoops Rayne up by one hand around the throat.] [CHOKESLAM POP!] Mike Weathers - HERE WE GO!! [Unforgiven yells at Rex, Ballistic and Brittany on the outside to set up a table.] Justin Hellock - There goes his goons! They're digging out a table! [TABLE POP!] [Rex and Ballistic pulls out a table, as does Fox. Brittany sets hers up as Rex & Ballistic set theirs on top of hers.] [EXPECTANT HO-LY SHIT MOMENT SILENCE!] Mike Weathers - THEY JUST STACKED THE TABLES!! [Unforgiven uses his incredible strength to power Rayne up one handed and into the air. He backs Rayne over to the ropes as suddenly the crowd explodes.] [RUN IN POP POP POP!] Justin Hellock - HERE COMES THE REINFORCEMENTS!! ___CAAAAAAARAAAAAAASHHHHH___ [Unforgiven drives Rayne through both tables with a huge choke slam. He lies in the rubble, out cold. Meanwhile, The Black Widow and Shaken Not Stirred have charged the ring and begin brawling with Metal 'n' Mayhem and Brittany Fox.] Mike Weathers - AS SOME OVER-RATED WRESTLING JOURNALIST WOULD SAY, IT'S BONZO GONZO!!! [GOOD GUYS RULE POP] [Widow charges Fox and clotheslines her over the guard rail spilling them into the crowd. Meanwhile, Unforgiven is climbing out of the ring to assist Rex and Ballistic with James and Isaac.] Justin Hellock - Unforgiven is leaving Rayne in that mess and going after Shaken Not Stirred! [Unforgiven drops down and steps in front of Rex and Ballistic as James and Isaac both step back a foot. Rayne rolls out of the rubble and under the ring, digging.] Mike Weathers - James and Isaac don't know how to approach the big man exactly! [The guys from SNS look at each other for a second before making their move towards Unforgiven. He reaches out and hooks both by the throat, lifting them into the air. Rayne emerges from underneath the ring with a chair and slides up into the ring and runs across it. He leaps onto the top rope and springs off, tossing the chair in the process. He then dropkicks the chair into Unforgiven's face and he drops Isaac and James. Rex and Ballistic take advantage and both men clothesline their adversaries to the concrete.] __CRACK__ Justin Hellock - RAYNE IS AWAKE! HE JUST SAVED SHAKEN NOT STIRRED! [Rayne scoops the chair back up and drives it into the back of Unforgiven's left leg. Unforgiven stumbles, clutching it.] Mike Weathers - He's after the leg now! [Over in the crowd, The Black Widow has been pummelling Brittany Fox with a bunch of martial arts kicks. She throws Fox over a couple of rows of chairs.] Justin Hellock - This is insanity! [Rex and Ballistic set up a pair of tables outside the ring. They go back to beating on Shaken Not Stirred. Rayne drives the chair into Unforgiven's knee again and again, finally the big man drops to the concrete in pain.] [HUGE RAYNE POP] Mike Weathers - RAYNE TOOK THE GIANT OFF OF HIS FEET! [Rayne slides the chair into the ring and half-ass drags Unforgiven up to his feet. He pushes with all his might to stuff the big man back inside the ring. Fox has taken over the brawling and DDTs Widow to the concrete.] Justin Hellock - Rayne has the big man back in the ring! [Rayne grabs Unforgiven by the arm and wraps him into the standing wristlock. He unloads with a dozen punches right into Unforgiven's right shoulder. The big man is getting very, very angry.] Mike Weathers - Unforgiven was vicious to begin with, but now he looks like he's getting pissed off as well! [Unforgiven fights out of the hold and drives a massive boot into Rayne's stomach. He stuffs Rayne between his legs and then powers him up, snapping him to the mat with a gigantic power bomb.] [STUNNED GASPS!] Justin Hellock - VICIOUS POWER BOMB!! [Security spills down to the ring and starts to tear apart the MnM/SNS brawl. Meanwhile, a unit has dispatched themselves to get Brittany Fox and The Black Widow separated.] Mike Weathers - Security is trying to clear out this arena! [Unforgiven hooks Rayne into an elevated Boston Crab and begins to wrench away. The referee rushes over with a microphone in hand.] Rayne: NOO!!!!! [Unforgiven has changed up the move and drives his knee into Rayne's back ala the original Lion Tamer.] Rayne: NO!!!! [Security is dragging Rex and Ballistic from ring side as Shaken Not Stirred agree to go quietly.] Justin Hellock - Rayne WILL NOT submit! [Unforgiven releases the hold and scoops Rayne up into a huge Gorilla Press. He tosses him straight up into the air and he crashes stomach-first to the mat. Unforgiven walks over to the corner and climbs onto the second rope. He asks the referee for the microphone and then leaps off, splashing Rayne.] Unforgiven: GIVE UP!!! Rayne: NOOO!!! Mike Weathers - Rayne is crazy! He's getting beaten up horribly! [Unforgiven climbs back up onto the second rope and crushes him with a second splash.] Unforgiven: GIVE UP!!!! Rayne: *cough, cough weeze* NOOO!!! [Unforgiven picks Rayne up and smashes the mic into his head.] __THWACK__ Unforgiven: GIVE UP! Rayne: NO! [He cracks him in the head again.] __THWACK__ Unforgiven: GIVE UP! Rayne: NO! [He delivers another three shots with the mic.] __THWACK__ __THWACK__ __THWACK__ Unforgiven: GIVE UP RAYNE!!! Rayne: NOOOOOO!!!! [Unforgiven drops the mic and scoops Rayne up, slamming him to the mat. He walks to the corner again and this time leaps off with his insane moonsault from the second turnbuckle ...] __THUD__ Justin Hellock - RAYNE MOVED! [Security has finally cleared the ringside area from Shaken Not Stirred, Brittany Fox, The Black Widow and Metal 'n' Mayhem. Rayne is on his feet with chair in hand as Unforgiven crawls back up.] Mike Weathers - Rayne is bleeding from those shots with the mic, but he's still coming back for more! [Rayne charges Unforgiven, smashing the chair over his head. Unforgiven hits the mat like a ton of bricks.] Justin Hellock - HUGE CHAIRSHOT FROM RAYNE! [Rayne unfolds the chair in the center of the ring. He pulls Unforgiven up and whips him across the ring. Unforgiven comes back and Rayne drop toe holds him right onto the chair. Rayne runs to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle waiting for the monster to get back onto its feet.] Mike Weathers - Rayne is about to go airborne! [Rayne dives off the turnbuckle as Unforgiven reaches his feet and spins around. Rayne drives him from his feet with a huge flying lariat.] Justin Hellock - SUPER ACID RAYNE! [WEAPONS POP!] [Rayne rolls out of the ring and drags a ladder and table out from underneath, sliding both into the ring. He follows them in.] Mike Weathers - Rayne is finding all the toys he can get his hands on! [Rayne starts setting the table up, but sees Unforgiven getting back to his feet. He climbs up the ropes again quickly and leaps off again.] Justin Hellock - ANOTHER SUPER ACID RAYNE!! [SHOCK~!] Mike Weathers - NOO!!! [Unforgiven catches him in mid-air and snaps him down onto the unfolded chair with a sidewalk slam, crushing the chair like a pop can.] Justin Hellock - OH MY GOD! [Unforgiven picks up the ladder and sets it in the corner. He drags Rayne over to it and open up the ladder, stuffing Rayne inside of it.] Mike Weathers - This is bad, this is VERY VERY BAD! [Unforgiven then picks up the table and lays it against the ladder. He walks across the ring and then charges back towards the corner.] Justin Hellock - OH DEAR GOD!! [He splashes the table, crunching it as inside the ladder, Rayne is crunched himself. Unforgiven throws the broken table aside and drags Rayne out from inside the ladder. Rayne is bleeding profusely from the head.] Mike Weathers - This is a massacre! [Unforgiven grabs Rayne by the hair and drags him to the ropes, tossing him over and to the floor. Meanwhile, at ringside, we can see Rayne's sister Stacy and his mother, Kathy sitting with his uncle, John Lexington. They all have very concerned looks on their faces.] Justin Hellock - Rayne's family is watching at ringside as he's getting destroyed here! [Unforgiven climbs out of the ring and digs underneath it, dragging out a long rope. He slides back in and begins tying it.] Mike Weathers - Rayne is catching his breath while Unforgiven is tying ... [We can see that the beast is tying a ...] [HEEL POP!] Justin Hellock - A NOOSE!? HE'S GONNA HANG RAYNE! [John Lexington stands up, almost in awe of what Unforgiven is about to do to his nephew.] Mike Weathers - It's a well-known fact that a wrestler hung Rayne's uncle to give him his initial neck injury, before Unforgiven put an end to his career! [Rayne climbs to his feet and slides into the ring as Unforgiven finishes the noose. He turns around to see Rayne and just drives a boot in the former World Champion's stomach. He throws the noose over Rayne's neck and picks him up by the throat. He carries Rayne to the ropes and throws him over them, holding onto the other end. Rayne's neck snaps as Unforgiven pulls back. Rayne clutches the noose with his hands as his legs kick a good two feet off of the ground.] [UBER-HEEL HEAT] Justin Hellock - HE'S HANGING HIM! GET SOME DAMN SECURITY DOWN HERE!! Mike Weathers - IT'S NO GOOD! Rayne and Unforgiven BOTH signed contracts saying this match could not be interrupted and no matter their actions they could not have legal action taken against them for it! [Rayne dangles, becoming closer and closer to breathless as the crowd erupts ...] [ULTRA OLD SCHOOL POP] Justin Hellock - NO WAY! [John Lexington leaps the guard rail and slides into the ring.] Mike Weathers - JOHN LEXINGTON, RAYNE'S UNCLE, THE MAN FORMERLY KNOWN AS ARCHANGEL HAS JUST STEPPED INTO THE RING! [Lexington charges Unforgiven and his 6'7", 255 pounds frame scoops the big man up onto his shoulders and dumps him over the top rope.] Justin Hellock - LEXINGTON JUST DUMPED UNFORGIVEN! [Rayne collapses to the ground, out cold from the hanging. John slides out of the ring to check on his nephew.] Mike Weathers - Rayne could be seriously injured here! He's had damage to that neck through current World Champion Red Dragon at the last WfWA Pay-Per- View and this could be it! [MOSTER HEEL POP!] [As John is checking on Rayne, Unforgiven lurks up behind him.] Justin Hellock - UNFORGIVEN IS BACK UP! [The look of insanity in Unforgiven's eyes is frightening as Lexington turns to see him. A look of unrivalled fear crosses John's face as Unforgiven quickly catches him by the throat. He hoists the man formerly known as Archangel into the air and runs ...] Mike Weathers - OH GOD! __CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHH__ [Unforgiven leaps into the air and drills John Lexington through one of the tables left up by Rex & Ballistic.] Justin Hellock - RUNNING CHOKE SLAM!!! HE JUST GAVE JOHN LEXINGTON THE RUNNING CHOKE SLAM THROUGH THAT TABLE!! [The crowd is deafening with boos as drinks and debris hit the ring. Unforgiven drags Lexington out of the pile of splintered wood and rolls him into the ring, the same insane look on his face. He throws a chair in the ring and enters himself, kicking it into the place in the corner.] Mike Weathers - GET UP RAYNE!!! GET UP!!! [Unforgiven drags the unconscious Lexington to the corner and climbs onto the second rope. He lifts John up and suddenly ...] ____THUUUUUUUUUUUD____ Justin Hellock - OH GOD NOOOOOOOO! [Screams come from the crowd as Unforgiven leaps off the second turnbuckle with a Super Ganso Bomb, DESTROYING John Lexington onto the chair. We cut to ringside where Kathy and Stacy Anderson are both crying their eyes out. He lies motionless in a ball on the canvas.] Mike Weathers - Oh my God...I... [Unforgiven picks the microphone off of the mat and rolls out of the ring, grabbing Rayne.] Unforgiven: RAYNE!!! WAKE UP RAYNE!!! [Rayne's eyes are rolling in his head as he's rolled back into the ring. Unforgiven drags him to the body of his uncle and mentor.] Unforgiven: YOU SEE THAT, RAYNE!? DO YOU SEE YOUR HERO!? HE'S DONE!!! GIVE UP RAYNE! GIVE UP BEFORE I DO THIS TO YOUR FATHER, YOUR MOTHER, YOUR SISTER AND YOUR WORTHLESS WHORE OF A GIRLFRIEND!!! GIVE UP RAYNE!!! [Rayne's eyes open as he sees his uncle broken on the mat. EMT's rush to the ring followed by security.] Unforgiven: GIVE UP RAYNE! ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SUBMIT! [Unforgiven drops Rayne as he looks in terror at his uncle in the ring. Unforgiven tosses security guards out of the ring as they try to restrain him. Finally, the look of terror on Rayne's face turns to one of rage.] Justin Hellock - RAYNE IS LIVID!!! [Rayne slides out of the ring and grabs a chair. He rushes back into the ring as Unforgiven kicks the chair right into his face.] Unforgiven: YOU CAN'T WIN THIS RAYNE! YOU CAN'T! GIVE IT UP! [Rayne clutches his face.] Unforgiven: I'll give you a count down from FIVE to give yourself for those you love before I start taking away more of them! [Stacy, Kathy and out of nowhere, Robert Anderson are all surrounding John Lexington as E.M.T.s put him on a stretcher.] Unforgiven: GIVE YOURSELF RAYNE BEFORE I START TAKING THEM! [He points the mic at Rayne.] Rayne: FUCK YOU!!! Unforgiven: This isn't Burger King, BOY, you can't have it YOUR WAY!!! [He grabs Rayne by the throat, pulls him up and choke slams him to the mat.] __WHAM__ Unforgiven: ONE! GIVE UP! Rayne: NOOO! [Unforgiven grabs him again and delivers a second choke slam.] __WHAM__ Unforgiven: TWO!!! GIVE UP NOW!? Rayne: BLOW ME YOU SICK FUCK!!! [Rayne pulls him up and here comes the third choke slam.] __WHAM__ Unforgiven: THREE!! TIME IS RUNNING OUT!!! Rayne: FUCK YOU!!! [Sure enough, here comes number four.] __WHAM__ Unforgiven: ONE LEFT TO GO! YOU SURE YOU'RE NOT READY YET!? Rayne: FUCK OFF!! Unforgiven: It's your choice ... [Unforgiven reaches his massive hand down the fifth time as Rayne reaches out and grabs a leg from the broken chair he was put through earlier. Rayne thrusts the leg right into Unforgiven's left hand as it comes through the other side.] [BLOODLUST POP!] Unforgiven: AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! [Unforgiven drops the mic.] Mike Weathers - RAYNE JUST DROVE THAT CHAIR LEG THROUGH UNFORGIVEN'S HAND!!!! [Rayne twists the leg, making Unforgiven drop to one knee. He picks up another piece of the broken chair, the back of it, and starts wailing on Unforgiven.] __CRACK__ __CRACK__ __CRACK__ __CRACK__ __CRACK__ Justin Hellock - RAYNE HAS LOST IT!!! [Rayne let's go of both and scoops up the one decent chair left in the ring. Security guards charge him and he pelts them down.] __CRACK__ Mike Weathers - RAYNE IS TAKING OUT THE SECURTIY GUARDS! __CRACK__ Justin Hellock - He has lost his mind! __CRACK__ [The Anderson Family and the EMTS leave the arena as John Lexington is carried out on a stretcher. Inside the ring, the battle continues as Rayne has cleared all the security guards.] Mike Weathers - THIS IS A SICK MATCH! [Rayne cracks the chair over Unforgiven's head again as he tries to get up.] __CRACK__ [He climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off, spinning in mid-air with the chair.] Justin Hellock - DOWN POUR!!! [Rayne connects with the Phoenix Splash using the chair, right onto Unforgiven. The big man coughs, as blood gushes from his hand. Rayne gets back up and grabs the chunk of metal in his hand, twisting it as he drags him to the corner.] Mike Weathers - Rayne has this match all to himself now! [Rayne climbs the turnbuckle and hooks Unforgiven's head from behind. He leaps off, spinning in mid-air and drives him to the mat.] Justin Hellock - SUPER SPINNING RAYNE FALL!!! [Rayne hooks Unforgiven's legs and turns him over into a Scorpion Deathlock. He lifts his leg onto the second turnbuckle to elevate the hold as the ref holds the mic to Unforgiven's face.] Unforgiven: AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!! [Rayne holds the legs with one hand and reaches back, grabbing the chair leg in Unforgiven's hand. He twists it as he leans back, pouring the pressure onto Unforgiven's spine.] [ULTRA SICKO POP!] Unforgiven: AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! Mike Weathers - HE WON'T GIVE UP WITH THE DAMN CHAIR LEG IN HIS HAND!!! Unforgiven: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! [We get a brutal close up on the hand of Unforgiven as Rayne yanks back on the huge splinter of wood that just out of it. The hand is surrounded by a pool of crimson..] [WILL HE WONT HE ANTICIPATION!] Unforgiven: AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAHHH!!! AAAHHH!!!!! IIIIII QUIIIIIITT!!!!! [DING DING DING] [The bell rings as the crowd blows the roof off of the arena. Rayne continues to pour on the punishment, refusing to release the hold.] Justin Hellock - After all the pain Unforgiven has inflicted on Rayne and his family, it's coming back ten fold on him...Rayne is out to literally rip his hand off and break him in two. Rayne has totally lost control, all the emotion and hatred has boiled up to this, this...this bloodbath. Mike Weathers - MAKE HIM SUFFER!!! Justin Hellock - That sick son of a...YEAH! [Rayne continues holding the move on. More security hits the ring as we see the blood Rayne has lost has turned his white shirt completely red. They finally get him to release the hold as they jump Unforgiven, handcuffing him.] Mike Weathers - Security is hand-cuffing Unforgiven! Why!? [SECURITY POP!] Justin Hellock - HE ATTACKED THEM! Mike Weathers - SO DID RAYNE! Justin Hellock - Oh yeah...good point... Mike Weathers - I don't know what this means, but I'm sure we'll find out soon enough! [Rayne awkwardly rolls out of the ring and raises a blood soaked arm to the fans. He grasps at his ribs and stomach before dropping down to his knees at ringside as 'Dies Irae' hits the arena to a EARTH SHATTERING ULTRA HUGE pop.] Justin Hellock - Rayne has given more than I even thought was possible, Unforgiven beat him to hell and back but somehow, somehow he came through. Mike Weathers - He won this battle but something tells me that the war has yet to be decided, Unforgiven can't let that go...surely? Justin Hellock - Nobody could ever forget that... [Rayne is lifted to his feet by The Black Widow who has rushed down towards him, he rests one of his mammoth arms across her slender in comparison shoulders. They share a look and some words before struggling to the back as the ringside carnage continues.] Justin Hellock - I...well, I think we're going to have to take a break or something... Mike Weathers - We got anything to sho- ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== The Man Who Has Done It All # On a Rope, On a Rope # Got me hanging on a rope. [As Rocket from a Crypt's 'One a Rope' starts to play the image fades up to see Red Dragon in Action.] [Red Dragon drags Red Wolf back to his feet, whips him to the ropes and takes him down with a Big Boot to the face as he comes back off the ropes.] [The Nightbringer is back on his feet, Red shoves the referee away. Red Dragon grabs Corey's hair and leaps up on the top rope before springing off with a deadly Arabian Face Crusher.] [Red Wolf has Mitsuya Li locked in the Urufu Rack the referee lifts Li's limp arm once more, just as he is about to release it Red Dragon delivers a kick to the gut of Red Wolf. Urufu drops Li to the canvas, Red Dragon with a spear through the ropes takes Red Wolf to the outside.] [Images of the crowd popping wildly with the arena bathed in Green and Red, a brilliant set of pyro's explode out of the entrance ramp before Red Dragon walks through them charging to the ring.] [Red Dragon lifts Rayne back to his feet, executes a Snap Suplex, rolls back up charges toward the rope hit's the bottom rope and a Springboard Asai Moonsault landing perfectly on the chest of Rayne, hooking the leg.] [The music dies out.] Adored by Millions UNTIL [Oruku Saki, Mitsuya Li, Red Dragon and Urufu are stood in the ring, as something incredible happens. Red Dragon taps Saki on the shoulder. The ring legend turns around...] [...only to be nailed by a Dragon's Bane!! The popping crowd go silent. Red Wolf and Mitsuya Li look on in confusion...] Luke Gallagher - WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!! RED JUST NAILED OROKU SAKI WITH A DRAGON'S BANE!!!!!!! Ed Foo Jung - I...don't know... [After staring at his mentor lying unconscious on the floor, Red Dragon looks Li in the eyes and nods. The Crocodile gets up, boots Red Wolf in the gut and hits him with the False Tears Faceslam!!] Luke Gallagher - OH MY GOD!!! # On a Rope, On a Rope # Got me hanging on a rope. [The music kicks in again.] SICK! [Mercilessly Red Dragon lifts Ryan Corey to his feet and slings him into the ringside barrier. Dragon grabs the Singapore Kane again and begins driving it over and over into the back of The Nightbringer.] [Close up of Red Dragons face, hands held out in front of him before he pretends to snap an imaginary twig between his hands.] [Red Dragon bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow across the chest of Rayne, gets back to his feet and grabs Rayne's legs dragging him to the centre of the ring. Red Dragon applies a figure four-leg lock and Rayne's face shows the anguish.] HEARTLESS [Red is quickly back up and lays a coupe of boot's into the midsection of Rowell, he takes a leap over him hit's the bottom rope and springboards for a Asai Moonsault onto the chest of Rowell. Red kneels up and starts laying mouted punches into the head of the Boston Blockbuster.] [Red Dragon slides in as Rayne starts to get up, Rayne with several shots to the head of Red Dragon, but Red Dragon stops the momentum with a rake to the eye's, a kick to the gut and a Jumping Swinging DDT.] [Dragon drags Rowell back to his feet as he gets back up himself, irish whip by Dragon sends Rowell into the ropes, Rowell back off the ropes, Dragon ducks and sends Rowell high in the air with a Back Body Drop.] DEMENTED! [Red Dragon prop's Jon Mourton up on the top turnbuckle, follows him up standingon the middle and arches backwards hitting a Top Rope German Suplex.] [Red Dragon slides to the outside holding a Singapore Cane Rowell still trying to get back up.] __Whoosh__ __Whack__ __Whoosh__ __Whack__ __Whoosh__ __Whack__ __Whoosh__ __Whack__ __Whoosh__ __Whack__ [Singapore Cane across the back of Rowell, 5 times.] [Red Dragon perched high of the top rope, holding a chair to his chest Somersaults backwards hitting the Flight of the Dragon on Kong through chair.] [Dragon's Bane on Rayne.] [Dragon's Bane on Mitsuya Li.] [Dragon's Bane on Dark Wolf.] [Dragon's Bane on Matt McClain.] [Dragon's Bane on Brittany Fox.] [Dragon's Bane on The Urufu.] UNSTOPPABLE? [Singapore Cane to the head of Ryan Matthews.] [Singapore Cane to the head of Ryan Corey.] [Red Dragon on top of the ladder reaching a grabbing the WfWA World Heavyweight title.] R-E-D F*ckin Guarantee [Another close up of Red Dragon's face, sick twisted smile and the Twig Snapping Gesture.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [The booming video package for Red Dragon is met with a cataclysmic chorus of jeering from the fans who have a long history of hate towards the champion, 3 months a champion, 3 months a figure of hate. The reception is nothing short of what we would expect.] Mike Weathers - Um...we've got the NGW...[into his mic] What? Um...Ok, we've got something going on backstage...bear with us folks. ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [The scene is the Birdz locker room. Wendy and Twister are both leaning against the wall, concentrating and calming themselves down. Finally Wendy stands up.] Wendy - I have to go get a drink. I'll be right back. [Both Dan and Twister nod, and Wendy gets up and leaves. They sit quietly for a moment's notice. The scene cuts to the outside, where Wendy is fastening a padlock to the door, locking Dan and Twister inside. She turns to a stage hand, and hands him the key.] Wendy - Let them out if only there is an emergency. I can't let them do something foolish, okay? Stagehand - Yes ma'am. [Wendy looks back at the door.] Wendy - Sorry hon. But I have to do this on my own. [Wendy walks towards the ring.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [We pan around the ring which is still being mopped up and cleaned by the technicians and ring crew, all in special limited edition black and gold 'SG3 Staff' T-shirts.] Mike Weathers - Did she just lock Pollaski and Twister in that room? [The question goes unanswered.] Justin Hellock - As you can see the ring is still being straightened out after that hellacious opening match, Mike...do we have any news about the condition of those two guys or even the status of Unforgiven who we saw getting taken away in handcuffs by our security team? Mike Weathers - I tell ya' I don't think I have ever seen a match that fuelled by hatred in my life. Word from the back suggests that Rayne, although beaten and bloodied has vowed to turn out for Team EWC. Justin Hellock - He's crazy, he won't be any good to anybody in that state. Mike Weathers - This is Summer Games Justin, you don't get any bigger than this, that's why Rayne will line up for his team and represent England right here tonight. Justin Hellock - And another of the guys involved, Matt Saunders had this to say earlier today...Saunders of course lining up against NeWA for not just Silver State Wrestling out of Nevada...but for every single guy in the WfWA! Mike Weathers - And when you come back, I think we'll be ready to see that Womens Title match! ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [Taped earlier in the day flashes across the video wall.] [The camera surveys the area that surrounds us. We see a steel-folding chair sitting in the middle of a dimly lit room. A figure walks over and sits down on the chair. We recognize him as Matt 'Showtime' Saunders. A BIGTIME cheer comes up from all the fans. He sits and his eyes are focused in on the camera ahead.] [He speaks.] "The time for talking is over. Summer Games has been hyped for too long, and frankly I'm all hyped out." [Pause.] "The time for me to make some realizations about myself and my career is right now. There is no turning back for me. I made alot of brash statements once I heard that the SSW's match was against the NeWA. I made statements that I can't take back now." "All that there is left for me to do, is to go out there and give it my best. If my best isn't enough, then so be it. I will be the first one to take my foot out of my mouth and admit I was wrong." [Drama is building.] "However, that is neither here, nor there. Everyone has talked and talked. Mind games have been played, and bodies have been left battered and broken. All of that for what lies ahead for me. The possibility of becoming the winner of Summer Games this year. Is it all worth it?" "The prestige alone of calling myself the winner of this event is something that I will never forget, or take for granted. I've come to crossroads where I need to step up and push on, or remain a man who was always built around his potential." "My potential is going to be realized tonight.....I can just feel it." [His tone is serious.] "I know the rest of you can feel it too. It's an aura that you can't mistake. The name of Matt Saunders will be made tonight in one way or another. I will forever be a man of hard work." "Now is just the time to see where all of my hard work can take me." "Bow down, or get thrown down." "Chew on that sh!t" [Saunders glares deeply into the lens.] [Fade back to the arena.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= Justin Hellock - Strong words from Matt Saunders, he is brimming with confidence though and...well, if he can survive that match against the NeWA he has a great shot at this. [The ring is all but cleared, the fans have started up a mixture of "SHOWTIME" and "SSW" chants.] Mike Weathers - IF...that's the key word. Never before has one match meant as much as the one he is involved in, the WfWA invited the NeWA to compete...I have no idea behind the reasoning, maybe to improve strained relations, maybe to offer out a challenge...whatever...but Black Zack Andrews and his NeWA team have caused chaos ever since they accepted that invite. Justin Hellock - I think that maybe Saunders is speaking as a condemned man...what chance does SSW have against a whole alliance of stars, Ken Jansen...I tell ya', that guy looks like he'd eat babies if he got peckish. [A quick graphic comes up on the screen hyping SSW vs NeWA with a run down of the team members. SSW ERIC DANE MATT SAUNDERS RICKY TAVERNA JAX As it flashes up on the screen all 4 names get a HUGE pop, the biggest reception though goes to Eric Dane.] Mike Weathers - But, of all the regions SSW has that quality about it that just makes me believe, with 'The Only Star' leading them into the ring, well, this thing is far from cut and dried. Justin Hellock - Looks like we're all but ready for our next match Mike, the ring has been doused down and most of that...well...blood has been mopped up, the ringside area is clear as well. Mike Weathers - I think the legacy of that match will remain though, even if the signs of it have been cleared up. Justin Hellock - Wait a second...I'm hearing that the WfWA Champion is just coming in to the arena! ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [We cut to the parking lot, where we hear a motorcycle roar in the distance. It gradually gets closer and we eventually see a black Harley roll into view. It comes to a halt and the driver takes his helmet off - Red Dragon is underneath.] [The crowd goes wild with booing as he takes his WFWA World Heavyweight Title from the storage area at the back of the bike.] [WWW interviewer Sam Sim comes rushing up with a microphone.] Sam Sim - Sir! Sir! Could we get a word or two? Red Dragon - I've said all that needs to be said. You should have watched my promos. Sam Sim - Uhh...how confident are you about the match tonight? Red Dragon - Very. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a victory to prepare for. [Without another word, Red disappears backstage with his title, leaving a very confused and under-whelmed reporter behind.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= Mike Weathers - Red Dragon has said all he has to say, I guess he is going to stamp an exclamation point on that in the awesome 4 Way Last Man Standing match we have coming up. Justin Hellock - You know...that match is going to be INSANE! Mike Weathers - All 4 guys have beef, all 4 guys want the title...I can't even begin to say how much I am hyped up for that! Justin Hellock - Yup...now for the cat fight! Mike Weathers - Easy there. I don't think we're going to be watching too much hair pulling or clothes ripping from these two. I think its more going to be just a great wrestling match. Justin Hellock - True. And man, these two broads HATE each other! Think we'll be seeing any hand squishing goodness in this Mike? Mike Weathers - I don't know about that, but Wendy's friends, mainly Pollaski, sure have carried a nice little war with Fox throughout the night. First, Fox brings the dog to crap in the Birdz locker room... Justin Hellock - Then that Pollaski jerk shaves Fox's poor dog bald, save for some rather nasty letters! Mike Weathers - Well...fortunately for Fox, Briese has just locked her boyfriend and manager in their locker room, so I don't think Fox has to worry about Dan trying something stupid. Lets get going! [Greg Fogleman steps back up into the ring, making sure he doesn't step in the blood soaked stains on the canvas. This time, he unerringly blasts out the introductions.] Greg Fogleman: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, AND IT IS FOR THE NGWA WOMENS CHAMPIONSHIP! INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM LOS FRESNOS, TEXAS, AND REPRESENTING THE EWC. WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDERED AND TEN POUNDS, SHE IS ONE HALF OF THE EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITAAAAAAAAANY FOX! Mike Weathers - Fox, a former WfWA Cruiserweight Champion of course coming to the ring now to try and add another title to her... Justin Hellock - Big Book Of Titles? [The lights die as "I Love Myself Today" by Bif Naked starts playing throughout the arena...An explosion of pyro and sparks goes off at the entranceway and then the challenger to Wendy Briese's NGWA Women's title appears. Accompanied by her Pitbull Daisy, now-shaved save for the "Fox Sux" message, Brittany Fox makes her way to the ring wearing dark brown, leather pants, black cowgirl boots, a black T-shirt with the sleeves cut-off that reads "Unforgiven's Army", and around her waist is her EWC Tag Team Championship belt. Her blonde hair is tied into two braids and her fists are taped. The dog is dangerously loose, Fox does not have a leash on him. Instead the dog walks beside her with just a spiked collar.] Mike Weathers - She's already been out tonight as part of Unforgiven's entourage, she exchanged blows with Black Widow earlier on. [When Fox gets to the ring, she hops up onto the apron and quickly climbs to the second-turnbuckle, raising her arms into the air and looking out into the crowd. They respond with a chorus of boos. She then gives the crowd the "Up Yours" single with her arm before hopping onto the top-turnbuckle and doing a somersault off of it and into the ring, landing on her feet. Daisy the Pitbull roams the ringside area, sniffing and barking at overzealous fans.] Mike Weathers - Well, there is the challenger, the always beautiful but equally deadly Brittany Fox. Her attitude sure has taken a turn for the worse in the past few weeks. Justin Hellock - Fox is the only one of these two who has the guts to do what it takes to get the job done. Mike Weathers - Right... Greg Fogleman: AND HER OPPONENT, FROM INDIANAPOLIS INDIANA, AND REPRESENTING THE NGWA, WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDERED AND THIRTY FIVE POUNDS! SHE IS A FORMER HALF OF THE WfWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, AND THE CURRENT NGWA WOMEN'S CHAMPION...WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENDYYYYYYYY BRIESE! Justin Hellock - Hear that? Former Tag Team Champions. Ulfric And Lennox own those titles now after one of the dandiest Tag Team matches I've ever seen at the Beach Bash. [The lights go out, and the crowd cheers, as the slow orchestral opening to 'The Tragic Prince' is heard. About 15 seconds in...] [BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM] [FWOOOSH] [FWOOOSH] [FWOOOSH] [Green and gold pyros explode on stage, and green strobe lights cut through the billowing fog. However, instead of the usual music, the song switches into "Downfall" by Trust Company.] # Fear in me so deep it gets the best of me, # In the fear I fall, here it comes face to face with me, # Here I stand hold back so no one can see, # I feel these wounds, step down, step down, [The crowd ERUPTS as Wendy Briese steps out onstage. Like at the Beach Bash, she is wearing a race suit, much like Twisters, that has been heavily modified, the most obvious change being that it is sleeveless. Wendy stands on stage for a minute, holding her titles and admiring the crowd. ] # [am I] Breaking Down # Can I break away # Push me away, make me fall, # Just to see, another side of me, # Push me away, you can see, # what I see, the other side of me. [Wendy starts to head to the ring, giving high fives to the crowd. She rolls into the ring, and hands her belts over to the ref. She turns around, and climbs up one of the turnbuckles, giving a salute to the crowd, who cheers back for her.] # Fall back on me, and I'll be the strength I need, # to save me now, just come face to face with me, # stay in place you'll be the first to see, me heal these wounds, # step down, step down, step down, down [Wendy hops down, and turns to Fox to start the match] Justin Hellock - Burn baby burn! [DING DING DING!] Mike Weathers - You gotta question the physical condition of Wendy after that brutal tag match just a couple of days ago and of course, how will she fair without Terence and Dan at ringside, especially if Fox has some back up waiting in the wings...I wouldn't put that past her by the way. [The match begins, and Wendy walks up to Brittany offering her a handshake.] Mike Weathers - Wendy trying to be a good sport here... [Brit stalls for a second, before winding up, and nailing her with a huge punch, dropping Briese to the canvas to a crescendo of boo's.] Justin Hellock - HA! Good sportsmanship sure got her far there... [Wendy climbs back to her feet, but again, Brittany launches a huge punch, sending Wendy down.] Mike Weathers - Well, Definitely a cheap but effective start for Fox here. [Again, Wendy gets back to her feet, but this time, Brit dropkicks her in the face.] Justin Hellock - Wow...this should be a quick match. [Wendy stumbles back into the ropes, bounces off, and Brittany hits an armdrag to take Wendy down.] Mike Weathers - Brit just tearing into the Women's champ to start out. [Wendy, a lot more slowly gets to her feet, but a knee from Brit sends her back down, and Wendy slides under the ropes out onto the apron.] Justin Hellock - Well, that was a great start by the so called Champion... [Wendy gets to her feet, jumps up on the ropes, and catapults herself with a springboard dropkick at Fox...] Mike Weathers - Briese back into this! [...who merely moves out of the way, and Wendy hits the canvas hard.] Justin Hellock - Yeah...great move by Wendy. Real effective. [Brittany picks up Wendy, and hits a dropkick.] Mike Weathers - Wendy is trying, but she just can't seem to be figuring out Fox here.. __AAAAAHHHH__ [She then heads to the turnbuckle, and flies off with a frogsplash...] Justin Hellock - THIS COULD PUT WENDY AWAY! __OOOOOOOOF__ [...but Wendy moves out of the way!] Mike Weathers - No! She moved! [Both women get to their feet, and Wendy rushes Fox, who ducks down and hits a back body, sending Wendy flying through the air, landing hard on the canvas.] Justin Hellock - Fox sends Briese airmail! [Fox covers.] MIKE WEATHERS - First pin attempt of the match here! ONE! KICKOUT! Justin Hellock - Wendy can take a lot more than that. Good thing Fox can give it out. [Brit grabs Briese and puts her on her feet, before bringing her back down with a nice DDT.] Mike Weathers - Wendy still have yet to land an offensive manoeuvre here.. [Fox, now smiling broadly, gets Wendy to her feet, whips her...] Justin Hellock - Briese is screwed... [...but Wendy hits the ropes, jumps on them, flies back at Fox, wrapping around her, and rolling her up!] [PINFALL POP!] Mike Weathers - SPRINGBOARD CRUCIFIX! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Justin Hellock - Wendy coming back with one of her many springboard manoeuvres. [Wendy rolls to her feet, this time running to a corner.] Mike Weathers - Looks like she's going for another one! [She leaps to the right, hitting the second rope, then across the corner, jumping on the top rope, and flying back at Fox, taking her down with a crossbody!] Justin Hellock - A double springboard crossbody! [Briese grabs Fox's arm, and puts her in an armbar, but Fox powers out of it.] Mike Weathers - Wendy trying to gain the advantage here, but Fox isn't hearing any of it. [Both women get to their feet, and Fox charges at Briese, who ducks the clothesline, and counters with a jumping side kick at Fox, who blocks it, and tries a cartwheel kick...] Justin Hellock - Neither woman can land a move here... [...but Briese moves out of the way, and tries for a bulldog!] [POP!] Mike Weathers - Briese finally connects with a bulldog! [...but Fox ducks and Briese flies over her, landing on her butt, but she gets immediately back to her feet.] Justin Hellock - No! Fox ducks it! [Fox launches a front kick at Wendy, but Wendy catches it.] Mike Weathers - It's just been move after move here between those women... [Fox tries for an Enziguri, but Wendy ducks, and Fox goes down.] Justin Hellock - Fox missing there... [SUBMISSION POP] [Wendy tries for a Figure Four Leglock, but Fox kicks her away before she can apply the hold, Wendy stumbles back into the ropes, and bounces off, only to have Fox hit a Back Body Drop!] Mike Weathers - No! Wendy is going to come out the worse from this... [FACE POP!] [But Wendy flips over, landing on her feet.] Justin Hellock - She landed on her feet! [APPRECIATION CHEERS] [Both women turn around, and the crowd bursts into applause over the awesome move countermove exchange.] Mike Weathers - What a great exchange. [Both women lock up, and Fox gets Wendy in an armlock.] Justin Hellock - How can you like that...no one connected... [Wendy flips over though, relieving the pressure, and turns it into an armdrag.] [WOWZA!] Mike Weathers - It still was an awesome display of athleticism by both women, and its these two still continue to give their all. [Fox pops right back up, and clotheslines Wendy.] Justin Hellock - Seems to me that Fox is still killing Briese. [Wendy tries to get to her feet, but is kneed in the face by Brit.] Mike Weathers - That is true, Wendy Briese still has yet to get a clear advantage here. [Brit then picks Wendy up, and bounces her against the ropes.] Justin Hellock - Well, it's going to continue for now. Briese is getting the tar beaten out of her. [Again, Wendy springboards, this time with an elbow smach...] Mike Weathers - Wait! Coutner by Briese! [...but Fox sees it coming, moving out of the way.] Justin Hellock - Naw...that bitch is just too predictable! [Fox turns, and nails a heel kick to Wendys head, sending her down.] Mike Weathers - Fox does seem to have Wendy's springboard manoeuvres figured out. And by previous experience, that's Wendy's main weapon. [Fox then bends down to cover Wendy,] Justin Hellock - Shh! Don't say weapon and Wendy in the same sentence! She might get offended! [But Wendy rolls it up into a small package!] [POP!] Mike Weathers - Wendy reverses the pin! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Justin Hellock - Damn...Wendy nearly got lucky there, for the first time by all accounts. [Justin pops his cheek with his finger] [Wendy rolls to her feet, and hits a dropkick as Fox gets up.] Mike Weathers - Wendy trying to get something going for her here. Women's title is on the line. [Fox goes back down.] Justin Hellock - What's Wendy doing? [SUBMISSION POP!] [Wendy grabs Fox by the legs, crosses them, and puts Fox in the STF!] Mike Weathers - It's her STF! Wendy has taken quite a few people out with this move! [Fox screams in pain, and struggles trying to get out of Wendy's hold.] Justin Hellock - Fox is to cunning to let herself get taken out by this! __SMACK__ __SMACK__ [She punches behind her, popping Wendy in the side a few times, but Wendy keeps it on.] Mike Weathers - Briese absorbing those kidney shots, she's not letting go! [Fox reaches for the ropes, but she's too far away.] [WILL SHE WONT SHE POP!] Justin Hellock - Come on Brit! She can't take much more of this! [Once again Fox screams, but Wendy just keeps the hold on.] Mike Weathers - Wendy not letting go! But Fox won't tap either! Something has to give! [SHAKE OF THE HEAD] [STILL REFUSING] [The ref keeps asking her over and over if she wants to quit, but Fox declines.] Justin Hellock - The ref needs to get out of her face! No way in hell Fox is going to give up! [She reaches, then...] Mike Weathers - WHAT A CHEAP SHOT! [ULTRA NEGATIVE HEEL HEAT] [...reaches up and claws Wendy in the face.] Justin Hellock - Aww...poor Wendy may have a scarred face and be ugly! [Wendy releases the hold, more surprised than hurt, but holding her face.] Mike Weathers - You know that move could have taken out an eye or something. There's a reason why gouges are illegal. Justin Hellock - It's because this sport has lost its edge...you didn't see Unforgiven complaining about a freakin' eye gouge did you? Mike Weathers - Unforgiven had a chair through his hand Justin, he had other things to worry about. [Wendy looks at her hands, at least relieved to see she's not bleeding, as Brittany rolls out of the ring, clutching her back and her leg, still in pain from the STF.] Justin Hellock - Well, both women are taking a breather here... [Daisy comes running up to her, and starts licking her face.] Mike Weathers - That damn dog of Fox's is helping Brit back up. [Wendy, back in the ring, is slumped against the ropes, trying to regain strength, as the ref checks on her.] Justin Hellock - That Damn dog? Look at the poor thing. That jackass Pollaski turned it into his own anti-Fox advertisement! [Suddenly, Fox dives under the ring...] Mike Weathers - What is Fox doing now? [HARDCORE POP!] [...and emerges with a chair.] Justin Hellock - Oh yes! This just got good! Lets see her worrying about a gouge now! [Brit rolls into the ring, and Wendy gets back to her feet.] MIKE WEATHERS - Here we go! [EXPECTANT POP!] [Wendy starts towards Brit, but stops when she sees Fox with the chair.] Justin Hellock - Ha! Wendy doesn't know what to do now! Not everyone play's nice Wendy, Ulfric and Lennox showed you that when they took those nice shiny titles off of you. [Fox raises the chair, and Wendy raises her hands to block it...] Mike Weathers - Disqualification! [HEEL HEAT] __SMACK__ [Wendy manages to block the shot the best she can with her own hands, but she still is obviously in pain.] Justin Hellock - See...Fox knows what it takes to get the job done! [The ref goes to ring the bell for the disqualification, but Wendy grabs his arm.] Mike Weathers - Wait...hold on...what the hell is Briese doing? [Still in pain, she begs the ref to not ring the bell.] [WENDY POP!] Justin Hellock - You have got to be kidding me. That idiot goody goody is begging the ref to not disqualify Fox! [The ref looks at her like she's nuts, but finally, waves it off.] [REF POP!] Mike Weathers - I heard she thought she desperately needed a clean win...but that was just stupid. [UH-OH GROAN!] [Wendy turns around...] __SMACK__ Justin Hellock - OH! And Stupidity does NOT pay but it leaves a nasty mess! [...and is levelled by another chairshot from Fox.] Mike Weathers - Wendy just tried to keep Fox in this match, and Look how Fox repays her! [COME ON WENDY POP!] [Fox covers] Justin Hellock - Well, Briese just ensured that Fox can't get DQ'ed! She's dead! ONE! TWO! THRE..KICKOUT! Mike Weathers - Holy Fandango! Briese kicked out. [Fox looks a little surprised that Wendy is still in it.] Justin Hellock - Just delaying the inevitable it seems. [Fox rolls to her feet, grabbing the chair, as Wendy stumbles to her feet.] Mike Weathers - Fox here is going all out trying to win this. [Brit raises the chair...] [GROAN] __SMACK__ [POP!] Justin Hellock - She can't do that! [But Wendy hits a spinning heel kick, sending the chair back into Fox's face!] Mike Weathers - Briese not about to take a third chair shot from Fox here... [Brit stumbles back, and Wendy leaps over her going for a sunset flip, but Fox keeps her balance.] Justin Hellock - Well, that sunset flip worked. [Wendy tries to bring Fox down, but Fox steps off her, and hits a Backflip Splash to cover!] Mike Weathers - Fox covers...this could be it! ONE! TWO! [SILENCE!] KICKOUT! [SUPER WENDY POPPAGE!] Justin Hellock - Dammit! She kicked out again! [Fox now looks fairly frustrated, and she unloads a barrage of stomps into Wendy.] Mike Weathers - Wendy kicking out twice there, Fox can't keep her down! [Fox walks out, and slides out of the ring.] Justin Hellock - What's Fox doing now? [She slides under the ring, and begins digging around again.] Mike Weathers - I don't know, but this definitely isn't good. [BIGGER HARDCORE POP!] [She re-emerges with a ladder, and starts dragging it out.] Justin Hellock - Uh oh! Fox just took this match to new heights! Literally! [Brit struggles with the ladder for a bit, but she finally get it up into the ring.] MIKE WEATHERS - Dude...that was lame. [She slides back into the ring, and props the ladder up in the corner.] Justin Hellock - How can you joke about a ladder match. Someone could get seriously hurt here! [POP!] [Fox turns around, but Briese is there, and she lands a kick to the midsection.] Mike Weathers - Yeah... but last time I checked, this was a normal match! __SMAAASH__ [Wendy whips Fox, but Fox reverses it, and sends Briese crashing into the ladder!] Justin Hellock - Hey...Briese could have let the ref disqualify Brittany. Blame her sense of "fair play" for her about to get her ass kicked [UGH!] [Briese falls back out of the corner, and lies on her back, only to have the ladder fall back on her!] Mike Weathers - Indeed. But Briese is down now, and you have to think if she's regretting that decision. [Fox runs across the ring, leaping over the ladder, and hops on the turnbuckle.] Justin Hellock - Oh god, this is really going to hurt! [ASTONISHED POP!] [She flies off with a Moonsault...] __KAALANG__ [OHHHHHHH] [...nailing the ladder and squashing Briese, but also obviously hurting herself simultaneously] Mike Weathers - What a sick move by Fox! Putting her body on the line, and doing the job! [Brittany rolls back to her feet, and pulls Wendy out of the ladder.] Justin Hellock - Briese is on Dream Street right now! In fact she owns a penthouse along it! [Fox covers.] ONE! [COME ON WENDY CHEERS] TWO! KICKOUT! Mike Weathers - And Briese just keeps kicking out! [Wendy rolls to her feet, and Fox to hers.] Justin Hellock - She can't have much more left in her tank. __THUD__ [Fox punches at Briese, but Briese blocks it, and counters with an elbow.] Mike Weathers - Wait...hold on...Wendy is starting to fight back here! __THUD__ [Then another elbow.] Justin Hellock - Briese might have just gotten a second wind! [Fox charges at her but Briese hits a Drop Toe Hold sending her down.] [SUBMISSION POP!] Mike Weathers - Drop Toe Hold! She's gonna go for the STF! [Wendy starts to lock in the STF again, but Fox wriggles out of it, rolling back to her feet.] [DISSAPOINTED GROANS] Justin Hellock - Fox too quick to get into that again... [She grabs Wendy by the hair, and lands a vicious punch to her face.] Mike Weathers - Oh ouch! [Wendy stumbles back, but dodges the left hook Fox throws.] _SWING_ _THUD_ _SWING_ Justin Hellock - Fox connects with the First punch, but not the second... [Briese kicks Fox in the mid section ,then runs to the ropes.] Mike Weathers - Briese has been pretty unsuccessful with springboards so far, what's she going to do now? [Fox comes in after her, as Wendy bounces on the first rope, then the middle rope, then the top rope.] [ASTONISHED CHEERING!] Justin Hellock - Holy Monkey Nuts! [She flips over Fox's head, landing behind her.] Mike Weathers - What a move by Briese! [SHE GOT HER POP!] [She grabs Fox, and puts her in a Dragon Sleeper!] Justin Hellock - NO! [Wendy gets down on one knee in the proper Dragon Sleeper position, and a surprised Fox tries to work her way out of it.] Mike Weathers - Wendy may have just turned this match around! [She grabs for the ropes, which she is dangerously close to.] Justin Hellock - JUST GRAB THE DAMN ROPES! [But before she can reach them, Wendy starts to drag her away.] [THAT'LL TEACH YA' POP] Mike Weathers - NO! Wendy's pulled her away. [Fox's struggles become less and less. Finally, she stops moving.] Justin Hellock - Fox is out! Fox is out! [HOLY COW, A SLEEPER CAME OFF POP!] [The ref grabs Fox's arm, raising it...] [It Falls!] ONE! Mike Weathers - That's one! If the arm falls twice more, Wendy retains! [Again, ref raises her arm...] [It Falls!] TWO! Justin Hellock - One more left! [Once more, the ref raises Brit's hand...] [Fox keeps it up!] Mike Weathers - Fox is still in this! [NEARLY SIGHS] [Fox begins trying to power out of the hold, but Briese, although struggling, continues to keep it on.] Justin Hellock - Fox is struggling, fighting Wendy's holds, and Wendy is trying to keep it on. [Brit kicks out, trying to get her foot on the ropes, but again, Wendy won't let her get to it.] Mike Weathers - Brit's just a couple of inches too short of the ropes. She's in big trouble! [Finally, Fox, arches her back, rolls up her legs... and grabs Wendy in a Headscissors.] Justin Hellock - What the hell? Look at that! [Shocked, Wendy lets go, and Brittany takes her down in a heavily modified Headscissors Takedown.] [CRIKEY!] Mike Weathers - WHAT A MOVE BY BRITTANY FOX! [Briese, stunned, gets to her feet, and stumbles into the corner.] Justin Hellock - That's got Wendy confused, wondering what happened! [Brittany runs in, leaps up on Briese, and monkey tosses her, sending Wendy flying through the air...] [UH-OH GROAN] __CLANG__ [...and landing on the ladder.] Mike Weathers - OH Ouch! Wendy hitting that ladder hard! [Wendy clutches her back in pain, and rolls around.] Justin Hellock - Wendy just can't keep from smashing into that ladder! [HEEL HEAT!] [Brittany, smiling sadistically, walks over to her.] Mike Weathers - Uh oh...Fox looks up to something here... [Brit stomps on Wendy a few more times, before shoving her off the ladder, and opening it.] Justin Hellock - Oh this is going to hurt! [Brittany, grinning ear to ear, raises the part of the ladder she's holding, and places Wendy's arm inside.] Mike Weathers - No...not this! [HEEEEEL HEAT] [Then, with a laugh, she slams the ladder down...] __CLANG__ [Wendy screams in pain as the ladder crushes into her arm.] Justin Hellock - OH GOD! Listen to that impact! [Brittany just raises the ladder again, slamming it down...] __CLANG__ [Wendy again screams, and clutches for her shoulder, which is still in the ladder.] Mike Weathers - Jesus, Fox is sick! This could break Wendy's arm! [Brittany runs, and bounces off the ropes, hitting a Asai Moonsault...] [MOVE POP!] __CLAAAANG__ [Right onto the ladder.] Justin Hellock - And Fox sends all 110 pounds of her crashing into Briese! [Wendy finally gets her arm out of the ladder, and rolls around on the mat, cradling her arm in pain.] Mike Weathers - Jesus Fox is sadistic! She might have just broken Wendy's arm! [Fox walks over, and covers] ONE! Justin Hellock - New Champion coming right up! TWO! THREE! [KICKOUT POP] Mike Weathers - NO! NO! Briese got that injured shoulder up! [Again, Brit looks pretty flustered that Briese got the shoulder up.] Justin Hellock - How the hell does Wendy keep kicking out. That's like the fifth time I figured she was through. [She grabs Wendy, and puts her into an armwrench.] Mike Weathers - Well, Wendy always said she had the heart to get back up, but you have to think that even she is going to be running out of heart here... [HEEEEEL HEAT] [Wendy screams, but is close enough to grab the ropes.] Justin Hellock - Submission attempt by Fox broken up there.. [Fox gets Wendy to her feet, and grabs her by the hair, throwing her over the ropes.] Mike Weathers - And out Wendy goes over the ropes. [OVER THE TOP POP!] [Wendy lands hard on the outside, and lays still, holding her shoulder in obvious pain, while Daisy comes over, and begins barking at her.] Justin Hellock - And now Wendy is getting an earful from Daisy on the outside. [Meanwhile, back in the ring, Brittany is setting up the ladder.] Mike Weathers - Uh oh...Fox is going to do something big right here! [She gets it all set up, before turning around, where Wendy is grabbing on to the apron, trying to get up.] Justin Hellock - And this is where Fox wins. Briese won't do what it takes to keep Fox down. [Fox walks over, and grabs Briese by her bad arm, and with a fierce jerk, pulls her up into the ring.] Mike Weathers - Definitely true that Wendy is no where near as hardcore as Fox is, but this isn't exactly a hardcore match... [Brittany brings Wendy over to the ladder, and begins pushing her up, stopping every other rung or so for rest.] Justin Hellock - You tell that to Fox. She's hauling Briese all the way to the top! [ANTICIPATION POP!] [Finally, she gets to the top, and Sets Wendy up on the other side, setting her up for a monster Suplex.] Mike Weathers - Holy Baloney!...Brittany is about to Suplex Briese 12 feet off of a ladder! [HOLY HELL POPPING!] [But Wendy begins to fight back, and for a while, the two women exchange blows on top of the ladder.] Justin Hellock - Wendy's not going down so easily! [TOPPLING GROANS!] [Fox punches Wendy so hard, she nearly falls off, but Wendy merely steps down a rung, before climbing back up to the top.] Mike Weathers - Fox almost got her there! [Wendy ducks another punch from Fox, and shoves Brit away.] [TEETERING POP!] Justin Hellock - Whoah... Briese just pushed Fox! [Brit struggles to keep her balance, but fails, and she goes plummeting to the canvas 12 feet below.] __THUUUUUD__ Mike Weathers - HOLY COWPIE! Wendy Briese just pushed Brittany Fox 12 feet off the ladder! [Fox is down, barely moving, while on top of the ladder, Wendy is standing, looking pretty damn shocked at what she just did.] Justin Hellock - I don't believe what the hell Wendy just did! [The crowd, already in a frenzy, begins chanting, "jump" in unison.] Mike Weathers - I don't think Wendy believes what the hell she just did...and what's she doing now! [HUH!] [FACE POP O' DOOM!] [Wendy looks around, shrugs, and leaps off....] Justin Hellock - HOLY GOOSEBUMPS! [...with a 630 degree shooting star press...] [TAKE THAT! ANTICIPATING CHEERS!] ___WHHHHAAAAAAAAAAMMM___ [HUGE ASS POP!] [...nailing Brittany!] Mike Weathers - THE WHEEL OF INSANITY! GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY! I heard about this move...Wendy has only done it once before in her career! [Both women lie still for just a few moments, the fall hurting Briese as much as it did Fox.] Justin Hellock - Impressive...never knew Briese had it in her! [Finally, Wendy crawls back over to Brittany, and drapes the arm across her.] ONE! Mike Weathers - Both these women have got to be done! TWO! THREE! Justin Hellock - Wendy ret... [NOOOOO!] Justin Hellock - YES! DEAR GOD! FOX KICKED OUT! SHE KICKED OUT OF THAT! [Wendy, pounds the mat in frustration, before rolling to the edge of the ring, trying to get back to her feet.] Mike Weathers - I think Wendy thought she had her there! [On the other edge of the ring, Fox is also grabbing the ropes, trying to get to her feet.] Justin Hellock - I thought she had her there! [Fox actually gets up first, and rushes Wendy, double Axe-Handling her against the ropes.] Mike Weathers - Fox now with the clear advantage, as I think she's the most conscious out of either of these ladies. [DAMN THAT FOX HEAT!] [She then sets Briese up, and nails a DDT.] Justin Hellock - What can I say. Wendy was too stupid, and she let Fox turn the match into her type of match. Fox is clearly the better hardcore wrestler, and Briese is paying for that dearly. [Brittany then rolls out of the ring, heading towards the announcers table.] [GROANS!] Mike Weathers - What the hell is Fox up to now? [HELLOCK and WEATHERS dive out of the way, and Fox steals their chairs.] Justin Hellock - MY CHAIR! [She then tosses them back into the ring, sliding in herself.] Mike Weathers - If you want your chair back, go talk to her! [She sets one up, but Wendy comes rushing at her.] Justin Hellock - Naw...she can have it. Especially if it gets her the NGWA Women's Championship. __THWACK__ [Fox tosses the other chair at Wendy, and it nails her in the face, sending her back down.] Mike Weathers - And down goes Briese, Fox is definitely up to something here. [Fox then sets the chair up, so it faces the first.] Justin Hellock - I have no idea what's about to happen, but I bet its going to rock. [BET THIS WILL ROCK POP!] [Brittany grabs Wendy by the hair, and pulls her to her feet, before picking her up in a Bodyslam.] Mike Weathers - NOT ON THE CHAIRS! [She slams Wendy on both chairs, and the chairs buckle slightly, but don't collapse.] Justin Hellock - And Briese goes limp! Fox has it won now! [Brittany turns away from Briese, and heads for a turnbuckle.] Mike Weathers - She's going to the air! [THE END IS NIGH SILENCE] [But stops.] Justin Hellock - NO... [She sees the ladder, and starts heading to that instead.] Mike Weathers - Oh Jesus...you have got to be kidding me! [LADDER POP!] [She quickly climbs to the top, and looks out at the crowd.] Justin Hellock - Even I don't know about this...this could kill either Briese or Fox! [SUICIDE CHEERS] [With a scream of "YEEEEEEE-HAAAAAW!", Brittany launches herself into the air...] Mike Weathers - I don't think she cares...THERE SHE GOES! [POP POP POP...SHES A HEEL...JEERS JEERS JEERS] [...with a shooting star press... ] Justin Hellock - TEXAS TOAST! __CRUUUUUUNCH__ [OOOOOOOOOOOHHH] [Through the chairs, smashing them to smithereens.] Justin Hellock - DEAR GOD! Fox just smashed both the Chairs and Wendy Briese to jelly with what might be the sickest Texas Toast she has ever done! [Both women just lay there in a heap, the crowd chanting "Holy Shit!" as a result of the move.] Mike Weathers - Holy Shoehorn! Both women have got to be done for. [Fox, however, is the first one to move, and she crawls over to Wendy, making the cover.] Justin Hellock - It's over. ONE! TWO! MIKE WEATHERS - I think you're right. THREE! [GROANS!] Justin Hellock - And Brittany Fox is the new... [ULTRA MEGA POP OF AWESOME VOLUME!] Mike Weathers - SHOULDER UP! Justin Hellock - JESUS CHRIST! WILL THAT BROAD STAY DOWN! [Now its Fox's turn to be frustrated.] Mike Weathers - Briese kicked out again! Unbelievable! [Wendy rolls away from under her, and again, both women start trying to climb to their feet.] Justin Hellock - And once again, at least one of these ladies has to stumble to their feet for this to be over! [Again, Brittany Fox is up first, and she swings at Briese, but Wendy flattens herself down on the mat, and the blow flies over her.] Mike Weathers - Well, Brit is up, but Wendy is still on the mat! [Briese rolls to the side, avoiding a stomp by Brittany, backing away.] Justin Hellock - She can't roll around forever! What is she going to do, hit a Drop Toe Hold to win this? [Brit kicks out at her, but Briese snaps her head to the side, avoiding it.] Mike Weathers - Fox pressing the advantage here, but Wendy is doing a good job avoiding it so far! [Briese rolls away again, and Fox charges at her, but this time, Wendy moves to the side, nailing a Drop Toe Hold.] [DROP TOE HOLD INDIFFERENCE!] Justin Hellock - Holy Sugar And Spice! I called that! [Wendy gets to her knees, and begins setting up some submission.] [WHATS NEXT POP!] Mike Weathers - Wendy suddenly coming alive here! [Finally, after crossing the legs, and intertwining them in hers, Wendy grabs Fox's arms, and leans back, putting her in a Mexican Surfboard!] Justin Hellock - OH NO! Wendy has Fox locked in that Mexican Surfboard! [Fox begins screaming, and trying to get out of it, but Wendy has both her arms and legs too tight.] Mike Weathers - Wendy has that hold on almost textbook! Fox is going to be hard pressed to find a way out of this one! [Wendy tightens the hold, and Brittany Fox's screams become louder.] Justin Hellock - NO! She's survived two submissions by Wendy already! She's going to get out of this one! [WILL SHE WON'T SHE!] [Wendy grits her teeth as Fox tries to twist to knock her off balance, but Wendy manages to keep the hold on.] Mike Weathers - Fox is trying everything, but Wendy won't give it up! [IS THIS IT?] [Finally, Fox screams "I QUIT!"] Justin Hellock - Did she just... [The ref calls for the bell!] [DING DING DING] Mike Weathers - YES! FOX JUST QUIT! [SUPER-DE-DUPER POPPOPOP!] [The crowd ERUPT with a thunderous ovation for Wendy Briese immediately kicking into a heightening "WEN-DY" chant, the camera circles the ring before we cut to a slow motion replay of Briese saying the words!] Mike Weathers - WHAT A DARN MATCH! Justin Hellock - Meh...it was okay for a couple of chicks... Mike Weathers - Excuse me when I say...WASSUPWITDAT! I beg to differ. Both women were pushed to the physical limitations, and both should be proud. [Back in the ring, Wendy and Fox are both slowly getting to their feet, and the ref hands Wendy her title back. Wendy turns towards Fox, and extends her hand. Fox hesitates for a second, before taking it, and the two shake hands.] [HUGE-O SPORTSWOMANSHIP POP!] Justin Hellock - Well, there's a nice post match handshake. Wendy should be glad Fox bothered to sully her hands with her own. [Wendy, still on noodle legs, turns to the crowd, holding up the title. Behind her, Fox is picking up a chair...] Mike Weathers - NO! THE MATCH IS OVER DAMMIT! [Wendy turns around...] ___SMAAAAAACK___ [JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!] [...and Fox levels her with the chair.] Justin Hellock - I don't think Fox wants this to be over! [Brittany, pissed as all hell, gets Wendy to her feet, and drags her to the ropes. She begins tying Wendy up in them, as Briese struggles to get out.] Mike Weathers - NO! NO DEAR GOD NO! This match is over! Fox is just being a sore loser! [Brittany slides out of the ring, and grabs Daisy, bringing the shaven pit bull into the ring. The dog starts barking and snarling at Wendy, who begins screaming for the dog to get away.] Justin Hellock - Now this should be pretty entertaining. Here's hoping Daisy ain't rabid! [Fox just laughs. She then looks at the dog and yells "Daisy! Sic 'er!" and the dog immediately leaps at Briese, attacking her leg. Fox stands back and claps her hands, laughing hysterically while Daisy rips and tears at Briese's leg with her teeth while she screams in pain.] [UBER-HEEL HEAT!] Mike Weathers - OH COME ON! This has gone on too far! Wendy beat Fox fair and square, and now Fox has to have her goddamn dog fight! And there is nothing Wendy can do! This could end Wendy's career! [A few moments later, referees come running to the ring and, from the floor, untangle Briese and drag her out of the ring away from the dog's grasp.] Justin Hellock - Whoo! That was fun! Mike Weathers - That was sick. Fox is nothing but a sore losing bitch! [The refs help Wendy backstage, who's grimacing in pain as she stop on her left leg each time, but other than that, she's okay.] Justin Hellock - See! She's still under her own power. Mike Weathers - Fans...we're going to clear the ring of BOTH these rabid beasts, and we'll be right back for the Midwest Championship! ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [Scene cuts to the outside of the arena for a moment, where we find 'The Angel of Death' Azrael with one hand against the side of the building, holding himself up as he throws up on the ground, unaware that a few feet away, the silent jester of the WWW, Ulfric, watches him as he smokes. When Azrael is done, the silent one moves closer and places a hand on the shoulder of the young wrestler.] Ulfric - Don't worry about it, we've all felt the nervousness before, it'll pass in time, until then, go clean yourself up and get ready for you match, we'll see each other again...in the final round. Good luck, stay safe, those fans out there don't wanna see you fail, not really, but they'll never let you live it down if you fail without putting up enough of a fight, so don't disappoint them. [Azrael can only nod his thanks, still unsure of exactly who is taking the time to talk to him. Ulfric takes one last drag, then looks back towards the arena] Ulfric - There's one more thing you'll need to remember if you make it as far as I think you will. There will be men there in the end who WILL try to end your career for pride and an opportunity at a piece of gold. Don't let them ruin the promise you so obviously show, bail if you have to, there will be no dishonor in that. [As Azrael lefts his head to look at the man, and see if he understands fully what it is he is trying to say, Ulfric once again pulls a disappearing act, slipping into the smoke and fog, so all that is left for Azrael to see is the glowing ember of a cigarette upon the ground as we fade back to the arena.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [Scene fades to a rather plush looking locker room area. We focus on a mug with an INSTANT HEAT BRINGING Ed Foo Jung scribed across it, complete with Japanese Nippon symbol. The locker room door swings open and Kevin Cage tentatively steps through. He takes a look around before pulling a small white bottle out of his pocket and dumps some of the contents into the mug. Mike Weathers - Kevin Cage is in the locker room of Ed Foo Jung and I assume, Red Dragon as well! What the heck has he put into that cup? Is he trying to take Ed Foo Jung or the WfWA Champion out of the game before it even begins? Justin Hellock - Who knows! Either way Cage has scarpered from that room just in time because here comes the WfWA World Champion and of course, Ed Foo Jung. [Ed picks up the mug and swills his finger around the top before taking a gulp.] Ed Foo Jung - This doesn't quite taste like the tea I asked for... [Red Dragon shrugs lightly.] Ed Foo Jung - But whatever it is, it sure does taste good better than that Californian blend coffee crap! [The scene fades back to ringside where Mike Weathers glances down at his cup of steaming Californian blend with a furled up lip.] Justin Hellock - Ed just drank some spiked tea, Cage slipped in and emptied a whole bottle of pills into that cup, lets hope the Champ doesn't take a swig as well or our 4 Way Last Man Standing may be cut down to 3. Mike Weathers - Justin, maybe you hit the nail on the head...the more people Cage can take out before the match, the better chance he has to bring home that title. Rowell and Boland better look out! Justin Hellock - Man...would he be that much of a coward? Mike Weathers - Or maybe he is just that damn clever? Mike Weathers - Eitherway, our joint main event for the evening, that incredible Four Man Last Man Standing is not going to be one to miss. Rowell and Red Dragon hate each other, Cage has gotta be irate at Rowell for costing him that title and Boland seems to think the world is against him, he has a point to prove and winning that title would be the perfect way to do it. Justin Hellock - Pah! If Cage hasn't screwed it up for everyone Red Dragon is coming out of that as Champ, the guy is exactly what a Champion should be, tough as hell... Mike Weathers - Devious, sadistic, insane... Justin Hellock - Damn straight, just what a champion should be. Mike Weathers - He's the devil himself Hellock but he may just be the best bet to get outta that match alive. [SUPER POP!] Justin Hellock - Wha? Mike Weathers - Look's to me like our next match is ready to rock and roll! Justin Hellock - I love these little surprises, all you people at home thought you were getting a straight up UWF Midwest Championship match...uh- uh! [The cage for the main event begins lowering slowly to a flurry of camera flashes and wild cheering.] Mike Weathers - It is indeed Justin, what a match this promises to be, UWF rookie superstar Bryan Allen Desolation who recently won the Midwest Championship is defending against the former champion, Hacker X. Justin Hellock - Highway to Heaven match BABY~! That means they fight inside this demonic cage and must climb a rope to grab a title. Screw ladders for this one. Mike Weathers - You got it! Justin Hellock - On UWF Elevation last Friday, B.A.D as they call him, was awarded the title when he sold out to the one of the most dominant stables in the world, the UWF Force. ["The Desolate" by Anthrax hits the loud speakers as the cage is strapped down and the rope is hung from the ceiling. The Midwest Championship is placed on top. Bryan Allen Desolation walks out wearing a dark black sleeveless T-shirt with red stripes down the sides, the word 'Desolate Endings' is written in bold white lettering.] Greg Fogleman - Please welcome the Midwest Champion...Bryan Allen Desolation! [B.A.D walks out to mild jeers from the crowd and stands on the rampway, holding a microphone in his right hand. In the other he has a steel chair.] B.A.D - Why hello California! My name is Bryan Allen Desolation just in case somehow you didn't know. What is your name? [The fans scream out random musings.] B.A.D - It really doesn't matter. Unless your name is Bryan Allen Desolation, you don't hold shit on me. [Jeers from around the crowd.] B.A.D - Whoops, I apologize for that outburst. It's just that ever since I have become part of the single most dominant coalition in the entire alliance, I've gotten myself a bit of an ego. No worries though people, tonight I will prove to everyone once again how worthless Hacker X is and how great I really am. With that said, who do you folks are going to win Summer Games? [SSW, WWW, UWF, NGWA, EWC, and even the random NWA chants are heard.] B.A.D - Wow, we've got someone from everywhere. Do you want to know who I think will win? [Pause.] B.A.D - Does it matter? I mean when I am here, what else do you people honestly need from this show? A new World Heavyweight Champion? Some lousy National Heavyweight number one contenders matchup? Eh? [The crowd grows uneasy.] B.A.D - So here it what I am going to do for all of you. I am going to show you all exactly what it is that makes me the show stealer tonight. I am going to end Hacker X. He died once, or so he says. Now he is going to die once again. Mike Weathers - Well, that's the beginning of a long stretch of egos that are going to be coming up tonight. Justin Hellock - You can say that again. And now we await Hacker X who could be here at any... [IN THE DARK POP!] Mike Weathers - The lights just went out! I hope this isn't a technical problem! Justin Hellock - Don't worry about that. ["The Eulogy" begins playing as the lights remain dark, then they begin flashing as Hacker X comes out from under the curtains, his face scarred and his eyes determined. The lights finally go back on the way they were when he reaches the cage.] Mike Weathers - Creepy! Justin Hellock - Hacker X is one of the UWF's more estranged men, that is for certain. But what isn't certain is where Bryan Allen Desolation went! [Hacker X eyes around for B.A.D, when he is tapped on the shoulder by a fan.] Mike Weathers - A fan is getting close to the action. Justin Hellock - That isn't any fan! __THWACK__ Justin Hellock - Hacker X was just taken out by B.A.D with a steel chair! This match hasn't even officially begun yet! [B.A.D slides over the barrier and raises his chair...CRUNCHING it over the back of Hacker X who falls right back to the cement.] Justin Hellock - B.A.D said he has something to prove tonight...and I think he is allowing the steel chair to do the talking for him! [B.A.D begins jabbing it into the side of Hacker X before he raises it into the air to a load of jeers from the California crowd.] Mike Weathers - Hardcore is something we here in WWW do well, and this is going to be one of those moments that I like. Hacker X has been destroyed. [B.A.D turns around and opens the cage door, walking in and looking at the rope.] Justin Hellock - B.A.D with a master strategy! He took out Hacker X on the outside to make winning this match a lot more simple! Mike Weathers - And now he's climbing the rope! [CLIMBING POP!] [B.A.D is fresh and slides up the rope quickly..] Mike Weathers - He is already half way up! [...and Hacker X begins to get to his feet at cage side.] Mike Weathers - But Hacker is getting up! He has but one option here. Fight through the pain or lose this match-up! [GASPS!] [Hacker X slides into the ring as B.A.D's fingertips begin to touch the gold. Hacker X then dives, grabbing the rope and swinging it away from the gold.] Justin Hellock - Hacker X is there just in the nick of time. And now he has to try and get B.A.D off of that rope which is not going to be easy by any standards. [Hacker swings it back and forth twice, and the third time it pounds B.A.D into the side of the cage. He hits it hard, losing control of the rope and grabs onto the side of the cage for deal life.] [SHOCKED!] Mike Weathers - The tables have officially turned! Justin Hellock - B.A.D couldn't get the gold and now he is stuck, holding on by a thread to the side of the cage. [Hacker climbs up the cage at B.A.D who kicks at him, but Hacker evades the kicks and grabs B.A.D by the leg. He yanks him off and B.A D lands on the ropes in a mounted position. Hacker X then steps down onto the ropes as well.] Mike Weathers - B.A.D takes it where the sun does and will not shine any longer! [Hacker grabs him by the head, leaping backwards with a DDT to the mat!] __THUD__ Justin Hellock - Super DDT by Hacker X! [Hacker X stands, lifting B.A.D back up in a match-up where obviously there are no pinfalls, and he tosses his head into the steel...then drags him across the ring and hammers his head into the other steel. B.A.D staggers and Hacker lifts him up, dropping him neck first in to the corner turnbuckle with a Bearhug Spinebuster.] Justin Hellock - Hacker X is completely ruthless now. He is going to teach B.A.D a lesson out there and that lesson is do not mess with him. Mike Weathers - I think you could be right. B.A.D is taking a real beating now. [Hacker X continues a barrage of kicks to the chest of B.A.D which has him down and out in the corner. Hacker lifts him, Irish whipping him into the other corner. Hacker follows hitting a turnbuckle clothesline and B.A.D staggers forward, groggy.] Mike Weathers - There is nothing he can do! [Hacker X grabs him by the hair and tosses him towards the steel once more, but this time B.A.D blocks it by sticking his leg out...and then swings around with an Enziguri...] Justin Hellock - Spinning sidekick right to Hacker's nose! B.A.D finally able to get out of a bind that could have cost him this match-up. [Hacker X stumbles backwards, holding his face with his hands and B.A.D hits a dropkick that sends Hacker back into the corner turnbuckle. Bryan Allen shakes away any loose screws and he Irish whips Hacker X into the other corner. He then grabs the rope and pulls it back, hopping up onto the turnbuckle post.] [FLYING POP!] Mike Weathers - What the hell is he doing? Does he think he is superman or something? [B.A.D flies off at Hacker who is in the other corner, however Hacker lunges forward, literally catching him off guard, and Powerbomb him back down to the mat...] Justin Hellock - Hacker with a big time slam off of that rope! B.A.D ate dust. Mike Weathers - It was a silly move to begin with. [B.A.D tried to stand but is unable, as Hacker X looks up at the title and rope, as he grabs the rope and begins to hoist himself up.] Justin Hellock - Now it is Hacker's turn to try and climb the rope to the top..he has a long way to go, but B.A.D could be out.. Mike Weathers - Hell no! B.A.D is moving...he is going out of the ring...the hell? Justin Hellock - He is going for that steel chair again! [HARDCORE POP!] [B.A.D steps back into the ring where the cage door was not locked, and runs, swinging the chair that hits across the legs and back of Hacker. Hacker stops climbing but hangs on...] Mike Weathers - B.A.D found the easy way to get a man off of a rope! Climbing a rope is a hell of a lot harder then climbing a ladder. [B.A.D once again raises the chair back and swings...but this time Hacker kicks it back out of his hand!] Mike Weathers - There goes the chair. [Hacker then leaps off, crushing B.A.D down to the mat.] Justin Hellock - Hacker X with a dive off of the rope which crushes Bryan Allen Desolation under him! What a shot that was. Mike Weathers - He did take himself out pretty much, as well. But what he did was keep a faster B.A.D grounded even more. [Both men stay down for some time, but Hacker is the first up and he picks up the steel chair that B.A.D brought into the ring. He then slams it to the mat, kicking it once as he lifts up B.A.D.] Justin Hellock - I think Hacker is looking to put the hurt on B.A.D here with that chair.. Mike Weathers - I agree, and it is not going be pretty. But look on the bright side, we've seen a little bit of carnage already this early in the show. [Hacker X lifts up B.A.D in a Piledriver situation...however B.A.D swings himself forward and Hurracanrana's Hacker X back down!] Mike Weathers - B.A.D is the biggest guy I have ever seen do that! Justin Hellock - He put on a lot of muscle weight in the last year or so, but he used to be a full time cruiserweight. He knows all of those tricks! [B.A.D hobbles back to his feet as Hacker does, and he kicks him in the midsection, following it up with a Falling Neckbreaker onto the steel chair! Hacker X's head is busted open upon impact.] Mike Weathers - We've got blood! Justin Hellock - That was one gruesome shot from B.A.D who is now laying the kicks into his challenger here tonight. [B.A.D continues the punishment, eventually tossing Hacker into the corner and choking him with his boot. He holds the choke in for a tremendously long time.] Justin Hellock - B.A.D refuses to let go of this hold and Hacker's face is honestly turning blue. Mike Weathers - Matches well with the red. [Finally B.A.D releases and Hacker falls face first into the mat, leaving a blood stain. B.A.D smirks at what he has created, as he picks the steel chair back up. He lifts it over the head of Hacker X which is on the mat.] Mike Weathers - B.A.D just hasn't had enough yet! He wants to crush Hacker X's brains in! [With a arena shaking CRACK, he drives it into the head of Hacker X. The crowd breaks into boos.] Justin Hellock - These people are showing their anger towards this match. B.A.D has lost it out here. This may go too far. [B.A.D raises the chair once again..] Justin Hellock - Come on, don't do this!! _____SUURTHWACK_____ Mike Weathers - And down goes Hacker X again. [B.A.D finally swings the chair across the ring and once again leaves the ring after a look at the rope, as he begins to pull a ladder out from under the ring.] Justin Hellock - You got to be kidding me. He doesn't want to climb the rope so he's going to use a ladder. Mike Weathers - Hey, sounds much safer to me. Justin Hellock - Ladders are never, ever safe, just ask Wendy Briese! [B.A.D slides the ladder into the ring as Hacker remains face down in a puddle of his own blood. B.A.D is perfectly fresh as he does a sarcastic yawn at Hacker X. He sets the ladder up and begins to climb up towards his belt on top.] Mike Weathers - This match-up may now be in the bag for B.A.D. All he has to do is climb and grab the belt quickly...wait a minute! Mike Weathers - I cannot believe this! Hacker X is getting back up! [The crowd is ecstatic as Hacker slowly makes his way up one leg...and then the other. B.A.D sees this and begins to panic, climbing as fast he can. Hacker looks up with a grin...] Mike Weathers - Watch out! [..and kicks the ladder over in one swift motion. B.A.D falls backwards into the cage and then down, as he falls into the ropes.] ___THUD___ Justin Hellock - Hacker is back! And he just took back the momentum to the match! Mike Weathers - Bryan Allen Desolation went down hard! He is trapped in the ropes where no where to go. He could be out cold. [B.A.D is not moving a muscle as Hacker grabs the ladder and swiftly tosses the steel at B.A.D. He collides into him with enough force to knock him out of the ropes to the apron, which barely held in by the cage. Hacker X begins climbing the rope.] Justin Hellock - This is it! Hacker X is going to become the new Midwest Champion unless by some act of god B.A.D can all of a sudden wake up ands top him! Mike Weathers - And even if he could, I am not so certain Hacker X is going to be denied now! Black, blue, red...holy slapshot! Justin Hellock - B.A.D is getting up...he's climbing the damn cage! [B.A.D begins to step higher and higher up the cage as Hacker nears closer and closer to the gold. Hacker is tired and beat, but his stubbornness refuses to let him give in as he yanks and yanks closer.] Justin Hellock - Hacker is inches away from the title! B.A.D is inches from the top of the cage! Mike Weathers - But what can he do up there? [B.A.D stands wobbily on top of the cage, as he then leaps..] Mike Weathers - HE IS GOING TO FLY! [HIGHSPOT POP!] [With the DESOLATOR!] Justin Hellock - B.A.D WITH A FLYING SPIN KICK FROM THE TOP! HE TAKES HACKER DOWN! [Both men collide to the ring canvas with a thud as the fans light up.] Mike Weathers - I cannot believe what I just saw! Two human beings just colliding in mid air and flopping down to the mat! We are back where we started now. [Both men are down and out on the canvas..] Justin Hellock - Your are correct and both men have to make it up that rope to win the gold. And I don't know if Hacker especially has it left in his tank to make it. [B.A.D grabs the ropes...using them to pull himself up slowly.] Mike Weathers - Bryan Allen Desolation is showing some life...but even he looks like hell after that. [B.A.D stumbles, picking up the ladder and setting it up slowly, once again. He begins to climb.] Justin Hellock - The anticipation builds once again as B.A.D climbs. He takes step after step when the fans light up once again...because Hacker is getting back up.] Justin Hellock - I cannot believe that once again Hacker X is still fighting. He just won't stay down for anything B.A.D does to him. Multiple chair shots...falling from the ropes, the Desolator, everything! [Hacker goes towards the ladder and grabs B.A.D's foot as B.A.D is only a few inches or so away from reaching the title. B.A.D kicks Hacker away, trying to lunge for the title but once again he is denied by Hacker who grabs his foot.] Mike Weathers - B.A.D just cannot make it. It is so close...he can probably smell it! __THUUUUNK__ [Hacker pulls him down a few steps and B.A.D's jaw then hits the top of the ladder. Staggered, B.A.D leans backwards, one handing holding onto the ladder that tumbles backwards.] Justin Hellock - The ladder isn't going to hold up! It is only standing now as the side of the cage holds it up! [Hacker then climbs up the turnbuckle, as him and B.A.D exchange blows...] Mike Weathers - The two exchange a round on top! A test of their mental ability to not give up! [Hacker blocks a B.A.D right hand and hammers him, but the ladder doesn't fall over. It inches backwards with every blow B.A.D takes and finally Hacker pushes it...as B.A.D grabs onto the side of the cage. The ladder crashes to the mat and B.A.D kicks Hacker in the gut. Hacker rests on the turnbuckle.] Justin Hellock - B.A.D held onto the cage to save him...but now he is joining Hacker on the turnbuckle! He is setting him up! [ANTICIPATING CHERS!] __KAAAARAAAAAASHHH__ [B.A.D hooks up Hacker and Superplexes him...both of them crashing on top of the ladder.] Mike Weathers - Ouch! That ladder is more than just unforgiving and both of them are going to be down for a week! [B.A.D staggers upwards, blood gushing from an open cut on his head as he attempts to fight off the pain. Hacker is in shambles, not moving. B.A.D begins climbing up the rope, sliding and sliding as he climbs, only to have Hacker X get up once more. Hacker grabs onto the bottom of the rope and climbs as well...] Mike Weathers - Now that is some terrible strain on that rope! Both men are climbing the rope to get that championship. [Hacker is climbing with a purpose, and soon enough is about at B.A.D's legs. The rope begins to sway, with the crowd clamouring every time Hacker hits B.A.D in the gut with a desperation Headbutt. The rope then swings to the side of the cage again and they both collide into it. B.A.D grabs onto the cage and Hacker swings back the other way, inching towards the title...] Justin Hellock - B.A.D could have just made a big mistake by getting off of the rope! Hacker is unstrapping the belt! Mike Weathers - Your right...wait...B.A.D is flying desperately... [GASPS] [B.A.D leaps towards the ropes, grabbing on to the rope and getting some rope burn as he grabs the loosened gold from Hacker's hands. Hacker tumbles to the canvas and B.A.D falls shortly thereafter!] Mike Weathers - Bryan Allen Desolation wins! He got the title from Hacker's hands at the top rope and retains the Midwest Championship! What a fight! Justin Hellock - It was a classic one indeed, both men fought each other with pure hatred, and B.A.D with a big win over Hacker X in this cage match! Neither of these two will ever be the same, I guarantee you that. [B.A.D slides out of the ring and to the cement floor with the Midwest Championship in his arms as he struggle to stand. Hacker is out in the middle of the ring.] Mike Weathers - Two of UWF's top stars there Justin, they went all out to get that title but B.A.D retained it...if the UWF team can manage to live up to that performance you gotta bet that Team EWC is a little bit nervous. UWF are the under dogs going into it by reputation alone but after the punishment Rayne took earlier...well, maybe UWF can get them. Justin Hellock - UWF...against EWC...you gotta be kidding me, EWC has a team that could make old age pensioners jump for joy. If I was from dreary ol' England I'd be quietly confident about seeing my boys win this thing. Mike Weathers - It is quite a team. Justin Hellock - It's a hell of a team, and even with Rayne out it has the stars. Donovan Cross...that guy can probably get them through by himself. You saw what he did to Dark Wolf...oh, crap... Mike Weathers - Exactly Justin, you think Dark Wolf is just going to forget Cross nailing him at the Beach Party? ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [Scene opens up to Horsemen Locker room, with Red Dragon and Ed Foo Jung talking to a hellish reaction from the fans.] Red Dragon - Do you think that fool Kevin Cage will try anything? [Ed Foo Jung, grabs his stomach moaning.]] Ed Foo Jung - NO.....but I have GOT TO GO!!!!!! [Ed Foo Jung goes into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.] Ed Foo Jung - OooooooOOOOOOooohhhhhhhhhh... [The lights flicker on and off in the locker room, with Red Dragon looking around...] Red Dragon - Huh? [Light flicker off] ___SSSSSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK___ [A brief red flame is visible, then the figure exhales. The embers died down and the moments later the lights flicker back on with Red Dragon laid out with a cigar by him, and Ed Foo Jung groaning in the background.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [Back to ringside to a shocked Hellock and Weathers, Mike is again looking rather dubiously at his coffee hoping that he to hasn't been 'Pollaski'd'] Justin Hellock - CAGE NAILED THE CHAMPION! Mike Weathers - Cage sucker punched Red Dragon with...well, I have no idea what it was but it made a hell of a noise. Justin Hellock - Cage...dirty sonofabitch may just have taken the Champion out of our last man Standing match! Mike Weathers - We've got words from another of the competitors coming up right now, C.J. Rowell is backstage but I would be keeping my eye out for Kevin Cage if I were you! ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [The camera cuts backstage. They're greeted to a shot of the backside of a mediumly sized man in a Pedro Martinez Red Sox jersey...and the crowd goes wild!] [They're screaming as the man turns around to let even you know that's C.J. Rowell. He's smiling as he looks into the camera.] Rowell - It's time, once again, for the Pay Per View spectacular, Summer Games. Man, it's been two years since I was in the original...some California wrestling fans might remember it. I substituted for a missing CCW team member, then caused one of my team-mates to get eliminated...then I walked out. Boy, was that fun." [He smirks, and the crowd erupts again.] Rowell - But tonight can easily beat that memory. TONIGHT... I make my own Summer Games history. Four men walk in, one left standing at the end. Will it be Kevin Cage, the 'Devestator'? [The crowd boos.] Rowell - Ooookay...how Andy-Shmandy Boland? [More boos.] Rowell - The current champ, Red Dragon? [A huge amount of jeers emerge.] Rowell - Wow. Well, you guys don't like those choices, huh? [The crowd half boos/half cheers.] Rowell - I got one more... your hero, the 'Boston Blockbuster'? [The roof just hit the stratosphere. Rowell has to take a step back, smiling.] Rowell - What was that, I couldn't quite understand. [WWWWWWWHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!... goes the crowd.] [Rowell taps the camera lens.] Rowell - That feeling I got at Corporal Punishment...at International War... and even Maple Leaf Massacre...I feel it again. The last two WFWA Pay Per Views, I've won alliance gold. At the EWC and NGWA Pay Per View, I unified two titles. [The crowd cheers that one. They know his recent success in Pay Per Views not involving gay bears and stupid battle royales.] Rowell - If you exclude Blast Off 4 and forget it, like the rest of the alliance guys have already...I've been unstoppable on Pay Per View since Shockwave. Quite frankly, the streak doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon. [The next possible World Champ smirks.] Rowell - I've brought my 'A' game time and time again. I want to see if Red can step it up like he did at Corporal Punishment. I want to see Boland come in and hopefully know how to wrestle. And Cage...I want to see Mr. Blast Off attempt to bring it like he never has before. [Rowell chuckles.] Rowell - Just remember guys, it still won't stop me. [Rowell smirks again, right before the cameras cut back to ringside.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= Mike Weathers - Rowell didn't seem to have the news that Red Dragon got laid out by Kevin Cage, you got to figure Cage has his sights on both Rowell and Boland for similar punishment to make himself the firm favourite to walk out of this as the champion. Justin Hellock - Look out look out, Kevin Cage is about! Mike Weathers - Time now though for a match that will give us our Number One Contender to the National Title which is being held by Cali's very own Zulias! [We take a cut to Greg Fogleman who is up and in the middle of the ring.] Greg Fogelman - THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, AND IT IS FOR THE WFWA NATIONAL #1 CONTENDERSHIP! INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM LAPEER, MICHIGAN, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDERED AND FORTY FIVE POUNDS...REPRESENTING THE SSW...JAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYZON CAGE! ["Superstar" by Saliva plays, and out comes Cage, heading down to the ring.] Justin Hellock - This guy has been impressive. I saw him during the SSW Summer Games qualification, and he sure gave Ricky Taverna a run for his money, taking him into sudden death overtime, but losing narrowly. Mike Weathers - Indeed. This man is a former transfer out of California, and he's facing off against a hometown boy. Greg Fogelman - AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM CITRUS HEIGHTS, CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDERED AND SEVENTY SIX POUNDS, REPERESENTING THE EWC...SEAAAAAAAAAAAN O' CONNNNNNNNNNER! [The crowd gives a slightly bigger ovation for the hometown boy, as Sean O'Conner comes walking down to the ringside. Before he gets to the ring, though... Jayzon rushes out of the ring, and the two begin exchanging blows.] Justin Hellock - And Cage is not going to wait for this one to get to the ring! [O'Conner begins getting the advantage, and nails Cage with a snapmare headlock. Sean lets go, takes a step back, and nails Cage in the back of the head with a dropkick.] Mike Weathers - The larger O'Conner getting the advantage here. [Cage rolls to his feet, and the two exchange forearms. Cage ducks, grabs O'Conners arm, and whips him into the ringside barrier...] __CRASH__ [...Cage immediately leaps up and lands a double foot stomp on Sean.] Justin Hellock - What a great start to this match! [The ref slides out of the ring, and goes to yell at the two men to get in the ring. Cage picks up Sean, and rolls him into the ring. Sliding in after him.] [DING DING DING] [O'Conner tries to roll to his feet, but Cage clocks him with a nice karate kick, sending O'Conner back down. Cage tries an armlock, but Sean is too close to the ropes, and pulls himself to the outside, with Cage still holding on to him. The two have a short tugging match before Sean pulls Cage into the ropes and uses them to strangle him.] Justin Hellock - They're pulling out all the stops. Mike Weathers - The ref is breaking up the illegal hold and forcing Sean back into the ring. [Cage is still holding his throat as Sean presses the advantage with a few gut punches followed by judo toss. Cage, having regained his breath, pops to his feet rather quickly and the pair tie up. Cage comes out of it with a fireman's carry that rolls into a pin.] [ONE...] Justin Hellock - And he doesn't even get a two count! Let's step it up here guys! [Sean pushes his way out of the pin and rolls to his feet. Cage pursues and lays in a few kicks, but Sean trips him up long enough to get to his feet. The two trade punches until Cage manages a block, a reversal, and a whip to the ropes.] Mike Weathers - Sean on the way back, Cage looking ready. [Cage hits Sean with a chin rattling jumping heel. Cage wastes no time catching him in a dragon sleeper.] Mike Weathers - Sean still has plenty of steam left. He's powering himself to the ropes. Justin Hellock -