(The lights in the arena dim, and HUGE set of pyro displays errupt from the entrance way, and the ring area. "Eye of the Tiger" pounds over the P.A. as the WFWAtron flashes a picture of the Rebel, and Confederate flags crashing together and shattering into thousands of pieces. The camera pans throughout the crowd, then to the announcers at ringside.)

*Lee: Live from Knoxville Tennesse, baby oh baby have we got a blast for you folks at home!

*Grant: Its North .vs. South, and folks, this one is set to errupt!

*Lee: Not only is every WFWA title on the line here tonight, but the pride of each and every WFWA athlete is hanging in the balance of tonights outcome.

*Grant: The North will prevail once again!

*Lee: What? You can't hold down tha south no more!

*Grant: Folks, we have just caught up with one of the WCCW's particpants in the back, Jeremy Knight!

{We see a figure walking through a crowd of fans. As the figure emerges from the crowd of fas we see Jeremy Knyte. He walks towards the door but is stopped by Sheela Westington. Jeremy shakes his head in anger.}

Sheela: Jeremy, what are your chances of winning the WFWA Heavyweight title?

Jeremy: Same as anyone else in the battle royal.

Sheela: But what about Isaac, he will surely interfere?

Jeremy: I'm not worried about him. Him and the Devil he works for will go down.

Sheela: Thank you Jeremy.

{As Jeremy walks away we see Isaac Knyte approach Sheela.}

Isaac: He's gonna fall flat on his face.

Sheela: Cause the devil made him do it.

{Scene fades back into the booth.}


*Lee: Knight is ready to rock, and so are we!

*Grant: Its showtime folks!

Lee: And for our next match, we have Drew Jacobs and his team, versus the team from WCCW, Jeremy Knyte, Jonathan Darkstar, and the Blonde Bomber!

Grant: His team? Who is Jacobs's team?

Lee: We'll soon find out! Here's the Ring Announcer!

The Homefront

OHWF
Drew Jacobs & his team

.vs.

WCCW
"The Loose Cannon" Jeremy Knight
Johnathan Darkstar
Blonde Bomber


Ring Announcer: Introducing first, representing the North form OHWF, Drew Jacobs and his
team!!

(Drew Jacobs comes out alone, looks around him, and goes backstage. When he comes out, he
brings with him two drunken guys.)

Grant: What in the world???

Lee: Looks like the South's gonna win this one!

Grant: Shut up you hick!

(All three of them walk, and stumble, into the ring. The Ring Announcer continues.)

Ring Announcer: And their opponents, representing the South, and hailing from WCCW, "The Loose Cannon" Jeremy Knyte, Jonathan Darkstar, and the Blonde Bombshell!

(All three men come out and look at each other strangely as they see their opposition. They get in the ring, and Darkstar and Bombshell both deliver huge lariats to the drunks and send them over the top!)

Lee: HAHA!! Kick their asses!

(Jacobs looks around at his three opponents, and the bell rings.)

DING DING DING!!

Grant: Well, here goes nothing!

(Knyte and Jacobs lock up, and Bombshell and Darkstar double team him from the back. Jacobs eventually falls to the ground. Darkstar hits the ropes, comes back, and nails an elbowdrop! Bombshell with a Senton Splash! Knyte picks Jacobs up, tosses him in the ropes, and comes back with a huge press slam!)

Lee: Yes!!

(Jacobs slowly gets up, and Darkstar sends him to the corner. Jacobs grabs the top rope as Darkstar charges, gets behind him, and rolls him up for a small package!! Ref counts!

1....


Knyte with the easy pin save!

(All three of them stomp down on the hapless Jacobs, who can do nothing but take the blows. Knyte picks him up and nails the REDEMPTION!! Knyte covers!

1...


2...


Kickout by Jacobs!

Grant: Close one there!

Lee: What do you mean close one? Jacobs is getting his ass kicked!

Grant: There's still a chance.

Lee: Yea, slim to none.

(Darkstar then picks up Jacobs, sends him in the ropes, and nails a lariat that flattens Jacobs to the floor!! Darkstar locks on the GUILLOTINE SLEEPER!!! Ref checks for tap!

NO TAP!!!



NO TAP!!!



Jacobs slips into unconsciousness, but still no tap!

Jacobs reaches the ropes with his last ounce of strength!

Lee: Just give up Jacobs you're not going to win!

(Bombshell then picks up Jacobs and whips him into the corner. He then sets up Jacobs for THE BOMBSHELL!! He nails it! Jacobs rolls to the outside, with Knyte in pursuit! He picks up Jacobs and whips him into the stairs, put Jacobs reverses! Knyte crashes into the stairs. Jacobs grabs a chair to hit Knyte, but Darkstar grabs it from behind and swings it!

WHIFF!!

(Jacobs ducks! Jacobs then goes for a Van Daminator!

WHAMM!!!

(Darkstar is nailed right in the face!

Grant: Yes!! Go Jacobs!!

(Bombshell runs at Jacobs and Jacobs counters with a monkey toss that sends Bombshell right on to the guardrail! Jacobs stomps Knyte some more, and tosses im back in the ring! Jacobs picks him up and nails an X-Factor! Jacobs goes to the top, leaps out, and nails the FALL FROM GREATNESS!!! Jacobs covers!!

Grant: YES YES!!!

Lee: NO!!

1....


2....


3!! NO!! Darkstar pulls him off at the last second!!

Grant: NO!!! So close!

Lee: Phew! That was too close for me!

(Darkstar pummels Jacobs with stomp downs. Bombshell gets in the ring and helps, followed by Knyte. Knyte picks up Jacobs, and him and Darkstar nail a spiked piledriver! Bombshell goes upstairs and nails a splash! He holds for a cover!

1....



2....



3!!!!

*The winners in 14:36, WCCW!!!!

{Jeremy turns to leave as "Paint It Black" begins to play. Jeremy backs up down the aisle as we see Isaac Knyte emerge. He is wearing no shirt, his ray bans, black jeans and his blood red dreadlocks.}

Isaac: Hello, brother.

{Crowd boos.}

Isaac: Shut the f--k up.

{Crowd chants, a--hole!}

Isaac: Jeremy, Jeremy, your running from a fight?

Jeremy: ...

Isaac: Don't say a word. You want to face Diablo. Well, brother, if you do face Diablo, I shall be there. You will know who the Devil is.

Jeremy: Isaac, your games make me sick. Why don't we go one on one, right now?

{Crowd Cheers.}

Isaac: I don't think so brother.

{Isaac darts to the back and Jeremy follows after.}


Lee: Well that was a no brainer!

Grant: You must admit, however, that Jacobs came awfully close.

Lee: Never had a doubt in my mind!

Grant: Before or after your heart stopped?

Lee: Very funny. Let's go to our next match for the evening the Call of the Calvary between the Chaotic Wrestling Federation and the Bayou Wrestling Alliance!

*Grant: I'm betting the CWF wins this one hands down!

*Lee: I beg to differ lad.

The Call of the Calvary

CWF
Alkatrazz
Alex Fisher
Troy Drake


.vs.

BWA
Dez
Stone Steve
Trey Magnus

The BWA's Cajun Rage theme song plays over the PA, as Dez, Steve Stone, and Trey Magnus make their way to the ring.


[The lights in the arena drop off completely, the entire arena is engulfed in darkness, a few fans being to hold up lighters, the effect is eerie, Suddenly the The Jumbo screen lights up with the BWA logo, its flashes across several times, and the flashing becomes ever stronger and faster, like a strobe light, the lights in the arena also begin to strobe and fade to a deep purple, a cheer begins to raise from the crowd as "War is Coming" by Six Feet Under begins to rip through the arena with fury, the singing begins]


#Prepare yourself for the worst it's coming soon#
#I believe in those foretold prophecies of doom#
#They say the end is close, it's coming fast#
#Not every single one of us is gonna last#
#So, stand and fight or kill yourself right now it'll be one less motherfucker to kill#
#Skin shot, burned, stabbed, scorched and torn#
#This pain is real - you can't ignore...#

#War is coming#

[DEZ steps out from behind the curtain, he is wearing a Neurosis T-shirt, and Black Shorts, he is dragging out his Trademark Trashcan full of weapons, the Trashcan has BWA spray painted on the side ,he carries in his other hand leaned over his shoulder and Singapore Cane wrapped in Barbwire, he makes his way down to the ring as the Song continues, he climbs in and the lights fade up, he puts the Singapore Cane in the corner]

Lee: Here comes the BWA contingent. Dez looks focused, but I'm not sure that Stone is really into this matchup.

Grant: No, he looks rather, well.....to be honest here...stoned.

The theme for the CWF's Monday Night Xtreme blasts through the speakers, as Alkatrazz, Alex Fisher, and Troy Drake make their way into the ring. The six men eye each other up, and Drake and Stone set up to start off.

Grant: Now there's three men who are focused on this matchup. Alkatrazz looks every bit as focused as a champion should be.

Drake and Stone lock up, and Drake takes an early advantage with a headlock. Stone tries to push him off into the ropes, but Drake hangs on. Stone delivers a couple of forearms to the back, and then successfully ships Troy into the ropes. He tries for a big boot to the gut, but Drake grabs his foot, spins him around, and performs a beautiful atomic drop. He quickly clotheslines Stone down, then picks him up and sets him on the top rope. He lands a few chops to Stone's chest, then signals for his finisher, The Payback.

Lee: Drake going for an early elimination here.

Drake sets Stone up into a Death Valley driver position from the top, and leaps out. He
quickly covers and goes for a count.


1!


2!


Magnus comes intrying for a save....


3!

***Steve Stone is eliminated***

Grant: See....Stone was not into this at all. There's no way he should've fallen victim to a finisher this quickly in the matchup. Trey Magnus was a little slow getting in for the save,but you can't blame him for his partner's lack of intensity.

Magnus lays some well-placed boots to the ribs and back of Drake. He picks his man up, whipping him into the ropes, then catching him with a well-timed belly-to-belly suplex. He goes to the corner, stepping up to the second turnbuckle. He leaps out with an elbow drop, but Drake rolls away, and Trey crashes down hard onto the canvas. Both men are down, trying to roll to their corners.

Lee: A big miss by Trey Magnus. He thought he had Drake set up, but there was a little more gas in the tank than he had planned for. Drake's reaching....and he tags in Fisher! Fisher hops over the top rope, then delivers a quick snap leg drop to the back of Magnus' head, stopping his progress. He quickly gets up, and nails a gorgeous Asai moonsault off the ropes, and goes for a pin.


1!


2!


Kickout by Magnus.

Grant: Fisher almost took Magnus out there. Close call.

Fisher looks frustrated, and he hovers over Magnus, looking to pick him up. Unfortunately for him, he's met with a low blow, as Magnus scrambles to his feet. Magnus sets Fisher up....Cradle Piledriver in the middle of the ring! A cover!

1


2!


3!



***Alex Fisher is eliminated***

Lee: They're back even at 2 men a side, and this one is rocking back and forth like the
Titanic!

Drake rushes back in, and clotheslines Magnus back down to the mat. He goes over and tags in Alkatrazz, and the CWF champ kicks Trey hard in the gut while Drake holds him open. He picks Drake up, sending him to the ropes, then scooping him up in a powerslam. Alkatrazz holds his hand up to the crowd, and they pop for him as he sets Magnus on the top rope. He reaches over and tags Drake back in, who quickly goes over and sets Magnus up for The Payback.

Grant: I've always said Payback's a bitch!

Drake nails Magnus with a top rope DVD, and covers....


1!


2!


3!

***Trey Magnus is eliminated***

Lee: It's just Dez against Drake and Alkatrazz now!

Dez comes in quickly, catching Drake off-guard with a lariat. He sets Drake's torso on the middle rope, then bounces off the opposite side and squashes him on it. He slides to the outside, grabbing a chair....

CRACK!

Drake slinks back into the ring, out cold. Dez comes in and picks him up....

Grant: Looks like he's setting him up for the Purification!

He picks Drake up in a powerbomb type lift, then releases him and nails a Diamond Cutter on
the helpless Drake! A cover!


1!


2!


3!

***Troy Drake is eliminated***

Lee: My God what a manuever! Dez has evened this thing back up! It's the CWF champ versus the BWA star now, as Alkatrazz gets back in the ring!

Grant: To me it was bad strategy on the CWF's part by having Drake in the match so long. He was winded when a fresh Dez got in, and certainly that chair shot didn't help matters any!

(Dez and Alkatrazz circle each other quickly. Dez bounces off the ropes and charges, and gets met with a huge body slam from the big man. He gets up and charges again, and meets the exact same fate. Alkatrazz picks Dez up, then puts his head between his legs and drops Dez down in a huge powerbomb. Cover!

1!


2!


3! NO! Kickout at the last instant by Dez!

Grant: My word...how did he survive that powerbomb? Alkatrazz shook the ring when he hit Dez with that!

Alkatrazz looks to the referee wanting a three count, but is told it was a two. He turns and is met with a low blow from Dez, who gets up and DDT's the CWF Champion down hard to the mat. He slides to the outside, getting another chair. He unfolds it, and puts it in the middle of the ring. He picks up Alkatrazz, whips him across, and then drop toe holds him down onto the chair face first! He rolls the big man over for a cover!


1!

 


2!

 


3! NO! Kickout by Alkatrazz!

Lee: Both men having a devil of a time finishing each other off here tonight! They're both lying on the mat exhausted!

The referee counts as both men lie on the mat.

1..


2...


3...


Dez begins to stir....

4...


5...


6...


7...


Alkatrazz begins to move as well.....


8...


9 ...


Dez makes it to his feet, stopping the count!

He goes over and picks up Alkatrazz, then nails him with a big right hand to the head. He goes for a second, but Alkatrazz blocks and lands one of his own. He lands a second...and a third, backing Dez to the corner. Alkatrazz, lifts Dez to the top turnbuckle, and sets him up with a top rope powerbomb, but Dez blocks, and sends Alkatrazz flying off the turnbuckle into the center of the ring. Slowly Dez sets himself up on the top rope, but a hooded fan jumps out of the crowd, and

WHAMMM!!!

Lee: That fan just nailed Dez with a chair!

Grant: Its no fan! Thats CWF's Hell Raiser! He has returned!

(Dez drops off the top rope, and into the center of the ring. The Referee makes the count!


1...




2...




3!!!

***Alkatrazz eliminates Dez, and wins the match for the CWF***

Grant: Yeah!!

Lee: The BWA was duked! Dez had it right there! I know it!

Grant: Its not HOW you win, its IF you win!

Lee: I'm really starting to dislike you.

Grant: Well its one to one. Now its March to the Coast Match!

Lee: IWF , PWA, and MCW all going at it!

The March to the Coast

PWA
The Lone Gunmen and Patient X

.vs.

IWF
Madd Dawg Johnson
R.J. Harris
Craig Sinister


.vs.

MCW
Tommy Slammer
Chris Craven
'Sportsman' Marcus Wilkins

(The lights dim, and the MCW team of Slammer, Craven and Wilkins make there way to the ring amidst a good sized pop from the crowd. Next, the Lone Gunmen, and Patient X representing the PWA make there way to the ring, and slide in. The IWF team appears to a huge crowd pop, as Harris, MDJ and Sinister storm the ring, and attack the other teams.)

Lee: The IWF team really aggressive off the start.

Grant: Don't expect them to last long.

(Referee Tim White manages to force out the other wrestlers as Oswald, Harris and Craven start off. Craven nails Harris with a hard right that sends Harris realing into the corner. Oswald charges in, but Harris ducks out of the way of a back elbow by Oswald. Craven charges at R.J., but Harris ducks and backdrops Craven over the top rope and onto the floor. Harris turns to Oswald, but is caught with a drop kick to the side of the head. Harris falls back as Oswald makes the quick cover!


1...


2...


Kickout by Harris!

(Harris and Oswald get back to there feet, as Craven slides into the ring. Oswald swings at R.J. with a lariat, but Harris dodges, kicks Oswald into the gut, and executes a machine suplex!


1...


2...


Save by Craven!

(Craven nails Harris with a series of rights, and forces R.J. back into the corner. Craven tags in Wilkins, and both MCW members stomp R.J. into a seated position before Tim White forces Craven out. From behind, and Oswald grabs Wilkins, and drops him with a reverse DDT! Oswald covers!


1...


2...


3!!

***Marcus Wilkins was eliminated at 0:03:34***

(Tommy Slammer jumps into the ring, and clocks Oswald with a big right hand. Oswald stumbles to his corner and tags in Patient X. X attacks Slammer with dropkick as Harris makes his way to the corner and tags in Madd Dawg Johnson. Johnson charges over and double clotheslines X and Slammer. MDJ lifts X to his feet, and sets him up for a suplex, but Slammer quickly trips the legs out from under neith MDJ sending X crashing down on top of him!


1...


2...


Kickout by Johnson!

Lee: Close call.

(Slammer lifts X back up and tosses him to the ropes. X bounces back, and ducks underneith a lariat by Slammer, only to be caught in a monstorous powerslam by Johnson! )

Grant: Great move!

(Johnson covers X!


1...



2...



3!!!

***Patient X was eliminated at 0:11:21***

(Whitman jumps in, but Slammer heads him off with a boot to face, as MDJ tags in Sinister. Sinister lunges at Slammer and nails him from behind with an axe handle smash. Sinister lifts Slammer to his feet, and tosses him into the corner and charges in. Slammer ducks out of the way of a corner splash, and sets himself onto the top turnbuckle. He quickly grabs Sinister and leaps out, planting him hard into the ring with a flying bulldog! Slammer covers Sinister!


1...



2...



3! No!! Save by Whitman!

(Whitman picks Slammer up and whips him to the ropes, Slammer tags in Craven as he bounces back and slides in between Whitman's legs. Craven cuts across, and nails Whitman with a huge spinning heel kick! Craven stomps away on Whitman as Sinister slowly gets back to his feet. Craven moves toward Sinister, and lifts him back up, but Sinister blocks and nails Craven with a low blow, and pulls him down into an inside craddle!


1...


2...


3!!!

***Chris Craven was eliminated at 0:13:53***

Grant: What a cheap shot.

Lee: To win or not to win. That is the question.

(Slammer steps in the ring, and nails Sinister with a dropkick. Sinister falls back, and right into the arms of Whitman, and into a pendulum backbreaker! Slammer leaps at Whitman, but Whitman dodges, and Slammer crashes to the floor outside, where Harris and MDJ stomp away on him. Whitman paces to Sinister, and sets him up, and nails, a HUGE hanging brainbuster! Whitman covers!

1...



2...



3!!!

*** Craig Sinister was eliminated at 0:14:45***

(Harris slides in, as does Slammer and both men charge at Whitman and level him with a double clothesline. The former Judgement force allies lift Whitman up and toss him to the ropes. Whitman comes back, right into a double spinebuster! Oswald jumps in, but Slammer nails him with a dropkick that sends Oswald crashing to the floor. Slammer turns back right into a..

Lee: BROKEN HEART BY HARRIS!!

(R.J. covers Slammer!


1...



2...



3!!

***Tommy Slammer was eliminated at 0:16:22***

(Harris tags in Johnson, then pursues to the outside after Oswald. MDJ lifts Whitman back to his feet, but Whitman reverses the hold and rolls around behind MDJ. Johnson again reverses it, this time planting Whitman with the SLICE N DICE!! Johnson covers!!


1...



2...



3!!!

***Whitman was eliminated at 0:18:01***

(MDJ slides out and brings Oswald back into the ring. Harris is forced out as MDJ and Oswald lock up. MDJ overpowers Oswald, but Oswald quickly reveses the grapple into a standing headlock. MDJ pushes off, and tosses Oswald to the ropes. MDJ charges in, but Oswald catches MDJ silly, and plants him with a tilt-a-whirl slam! Oswald covers!


1...



2...



Kickout by Johnson!

(Oswald lifts MDJ to his feet, and tosses him to the corner. On the way in, Johnson reaches out and tags in Harris. Oswald doesn't see the tag, and attacks Johnson with a spear! Harris goes to the top rope, as Oswald attempts to pin MDJ. Oswald doesn't get a count, and stands up to confront the ref, when Harris leaps out from the top rope, and nails him with a body splash! Harris hooks the leg for the pin!


1...



2...



3!!!

***Oswald was eliminated at 0:22:21 giving the IWF the win.***

Lee: Well looks like my Southern boys won this round!

Grant: But don't fret yet, its only half the battle!

Next!