##Generals gathered in their masses##

##Now in darkness, world stops turning##
##ashes were the bodies burning##
##No more war pigs of the power##
##Hand of god has struck the hour##
##Day of judgement, god is calling##
##on their knees, the war pigs crawling##
##Begging mercy for their sins##
##Satan, laughing, spreads his wings##
##OH LORD YEAH!##

LH: Hello everyone and welcome to MWA Monday Night Genocide! We have a great card tonight and lets get right to it…

KH: The first match of the night is scheduled for one fall with a 10 minute time limit. First..Already in the ring is Luke Warm! [A somewhat mixed reaction from the crowd.]

LH: Luke Warm looks read to take care of business tonight .

MM: Well, he better be ready to take care of Apparition.

KH: His opponent... And coming down to the ring...Apparition [Apparition makes his way slowly to the ring]

LH: All right, we're all set for match up here on the last Monday Night Genocide! There's the bell, and we're underway!

MM: Look, it's like they are both equally affraid of one another.

LH: It's more like they are respecting the others abilities. The two make a slow circle around as our referee for the contest dances in between. Warm is the first to move in. he reaches for a tie but is quickly whipped over with a hip toss! The two pop up, and Apparition leaps with a dropkick! No sale! Warm dives and rolls out of the way!

MM: Ha! Luke Warm could smell those feet coming for miles!

LH: Both men back up, now circling this time, they attack! Apparition with the tie advantage, he pushes Luke Warm back into the corner, and the ref calls for a clean break. Nope! It's a gut rush by Apparition, he puts that shoulder square in the stomach of Luke Warm!

MM: Heh, now that's the kind of wrestling I like to see.

LH: Apparition lifts Luke Warm above his head in the air! WHAT POWER! He presses him up there.. and just lets him sail back to the ground!

MM: Luke Warm rolls to the outside, he's going to need a second to rethink things. I don't know if he realized the power of a guy like Apparition.

LH: But he's not going to think for long because he pulls Apparition to the outside,and he hits Apparition with a right hand! Apparition staggers back, and takes a swift kick to the gut! A double underhook lock, and a PANCAKE! Face first onto the concrete!

MM: Wow! Appariton is really in trouble. Heh.. maybe I underestimated Luke Warm.

LH: Uh-oh. It appears we are going to get a bit hardcore over there on the outside as Luke Warm is dragging over that ring side table. This is never pretty.

MM: What? This is one of the most beatiful situations in wrestling! Crush him baby.. crack that thing in half!

LH: Luke Warm is slowly pulling Apparition up, and he lays him flat across that table! He climbs his way onto the apron. Luke Warm is heading up to the top rope! This is crazy! What a high risk move to be attempting so early in the match, but if he lands it, he might just be able to put it away right here... this early!!

MM: Luke Warm sets himself.. and leaps!

LH: NO!!! APPARITION ROLLS OFF!!

MM: Hotdamn! Did you here the sound he made when he crashed into that table. It split clean down the middle, and I'm sure the shars of wood went right into the exposed rib cage of Luke Warm.. I LOVE IT!

LH: Apparition following it up.. a legdrop straight on the back of the neck, over the top of the table's remains!

MM: Boy, the ref has already lost control of this one, he's a raging fool!

LH: Magic, I guess the referee is being a little leniant here to both these men?

MM: And I love it!

LH: Well. Uhm.. Apparition now pciking Luke Warm up, and rolling him into the ring. He makes his way onto the apron, and leaps over the top with a spring board splash! Apparition and Luke Warm both, are pulling out all the stops!

MM: Apparition pulls Luke Warm up, and lets him have it with a few of those knife edge chops.

LH: Appariton really unloads with a right cross! That sends Luke Warm staggering back into the corner! Apparition boots him where the sun don't shine!

MM: Geeze Lar, not so vulgar.

LH: Apparition pushes his way into the corner and mounts that turnbuckle. He grabs Luke Warm by the head.. LOOK AT THAT!!!

MM: A tornado DDT, very impressive move!

LH: A cover by Apparition.

1....

2....

MM: Easy kickout! What kind of cover was that?

LH: Well I agree that it was not a good technical cover, but I think Apparition was just testing Luke Warm, to see how much he still has!

MM: Sure.

LH: Apparition pulls Luke Warm up, and give him a European uppercut right to the jaw! That knocks Luke Warm right back into the corner!

MM: Luke Warm is being tossed around that ring like a rag doll.

LH: Apparition using the old Irish whip and sends Luke Warm barreling across the ring into the far turnbuckle! He follows it up, DROPKICK AGAINST THE POST!

MM: OOH!! I kind of liked that one!

LH: Apparition placed the running dropkick right in the center of the chest, and it sent Luke Warm bouncing right back into that post, and then to the mat in agony!

MM: Apparition rolls to the outside of the ring and he's heading over here..

LH: Hey.. hey get out of here!

MM: He's got our monitor! Whoa.. no.. sorry Apparition, you can have it. Okay, okay..

LH: APPARITION PUTS LUKE WARM'S HEAD THROUGH THE MONITOR!!

MM: Ewww... look at that thick red gewww..

LH: Oh no.. stop that now.

MM: Okay, but you don't here a lyrical master like this everyday..

LH: Apparition uses the remains of that monitor to bash it onto the back of Luke Warm one more time! Now he's heading up to the top rope, what a great showing by Apparition!

MM: Pish-posh.

LH: Uhh.. Apparition off the top, an elbow drop! Luke Warm is, well.. he might just be plain out cold!

MM: He ain't movin. I think it's over right here!

LH: But Apparition isn't about to let him off easy, he wants to finish this thing off!

MM: It's over.. forget it.

LH: Apparition has the head over his shoulder, and jumps.. NO! LUKE WARM LIFTS IT INTO AN ATOMIC DROP! WHAT A COUNTER!

MM: Luke Warm is hurting.. haha! That's not somewhere you want to land if you men out there know what I mean.

LH: And Apparition comes right back and hits a forearm right to the back of Luke Warm's head! OUCH!

MM: It looks as though Apparition is about to set up Luke Warm on the top rope.

LH: Apparition is going up with Luke Warm.. Oh no.. I hope he is not going for that horrable finishing move again

MM: Oh not that again

LH: He going to use his finisher, "The out of body experience"!

MM: Call the paramedics for Luke Warm NOW

LH: Apparition has him hooked... I can't watch!

[Masters and Higgins quiet down for a couple of second.. So has the entire arena... We get a look at some of the mothers in the arena covering their children's eyes as Apparition flies into the air , holding on to Luke Warm at the same time as he collides with the mat. All you can hear is a sickening thud as they hit...]

LH: My god! Luke Warm maybe dead!

MM: The ref is reluctant to make the count...

LH: GET SOME DOCTERS TO HELP LUKE WARM NOW!!!

MM: I guess it is over...

1!!!!!!!!!!

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING!DING!DING!]

LH: Well let's get the official word.

KH: Ladies and Gentlemen the 10 minute time limit has expired. The match is declared a draw

LH: Well I guess Luke Warm survived defeat here

MM: Yeah but his body is not so fortinate.

LH: We'll be back.

[Commercial Break.]

MM: Ok no need to talk about anything else. We will head right back to the ring now!

LH: Well fans, thanks for hanging on during that overly long commercial break. I don't know what's going on, but we were supposed to have another match.. Los Bastardos versus The Perverse Romans.

MM: Carlos and Perez musta wimped out!

LH: They were supposed to be coming to the ring first, but it looks like the Romans have decided not to wait. This is kind of odd.

MM: Yes, it is. World champions should never enter the ring before a worthless opponent with not a single win under their belt.

LH: Well now, remember Mike, Los Bastardos did once beat.. well, maybe you're right. Interesting tidbit, Los Bastardos were The Perverse Romans' very first opponent when they came to Missouri. Did you know that, Mike?

MM: Huh? Wha?

LH: Did you know that...

MM: I'm still waiting for the INTERESTING tidbit.

LH: Let's get down to the ring. Take it, Keith!

KH: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring... coming in at a combined weight of four hundred eight three pounds, Caligula! Nero! The Perverse ROOOOMAAAAAANNNNS!

[The lights shine brightly as a furious blast of trumpets erupts throughout the arena. Appearing at the entrance are Caligula and Nero, the Perverse Romans. Both wrestlers are draped with magnificent white silk togas, flowing just past their knees, held tight with golden clasps. Behind them is their bodyguard, Marina, who is wearing her usual masculine black suit over a black jacket and slacks.]

[The three slowly make their way down the ramp to the ring. The Romans stoically gaze across the area, revelling in the taunts of the rednecks and white trash in the audience.]

[Upon reaching the ringside area, Marina first removes the golden clasp from Nero's toga, pulling it from around his body, then drapes it carefully over her shoulder. She then removes the clasp from Caligula's toga, again taking care to remove it gently and carry it away.]

[Their decorative togas removed, the two bouyantly climb the stairs. Once on the apron, Nero walks to the right while Caligula walks over the left. As the trumpets fade, they each grab the top rope and vault themselves, over the ropes and into the ring. Caligula grabs the microphone away from Keith Hernandez, giving him a light shove toward the corner of the ring.]

Caligula: Would you moronic idiots out there PLEASE shut your filthy beer-stenched tobacco-stained mouths!

[The noise from the crowd grows in response to his polite request. Trash immediately begins flying into the ring, soaking the mat in beer and hot dog condiments.]

Caligula: Exactly the response a world master such as myself would expect from such low-bred vermin! It is clear that our vastly superior skills mean nothing to you fools, who have such low standards that you have fallen.. how do you say? Head over heels in love with this rookie swine Baja McNabb. A professional roller skater... the sadly undertalented replacement for the NAMBLA lifetime member Charlie Navarez!

[The fans are incensed... at least those few who know what he just said. Security is having a tough time holding some of them back. Caligula hands over the mic to Nero to avoid being pelted with any more garbage.]

Nero: DEFCON 2 may have been fortunate enough to STEAL our titles away last week, but Fry and Baja, my friends, you will rue the day you ever thought you could keep those titles away from us! You, little peons, have one more chance to live up to your destiny as the collosal failure we all know you will be.

[Suddenly the fans quiet down... What? Are they actually interested in what he might have to say?]

Nero: Yes, one more chance. At Civil War '99, Fry and McNabb, the four of us will meet. Allegedly to determine who the best team in the history of Missouri is, although I find it impossible to comprehend how anyone could consider DEFCON-2 to be one of the top two teams. Fry and McNabb! You have one chance to defend those titles against the team you know is your superior! At Civil War '99, we throw down this challenge. You put those Missouri Wrestling Alliance titles on the line and, should you win, we will concede your superiority. All the NWC will recognize you as truly the greatest duo in Missouri history.

[The fans are going nuts now! A challenge for the MWA tag team titles on the big NWC pay-per-view? I can hear the buy-rates soaring already.]

Nero: But if you lose.. [chuckles] Oh yes... WHEN you lose, you will hand over those titles to their rightful owners. The team who should retire those titles. The team who OWNS those titles. You hand over your title belts to Caligula and Nero... and you will KNEEL BEFORE YOUR EMPERORS!

LH: Well Nero tosses down the microphone and Keith scurries out of the ring after it... wait, what's this?

MM: What? WHAT? No one never tells me nuthin!

LH: Jessica LaRue is backstage and she's sending word that... huh?

MM: What am I missing! And where the hell are Los Bastardos!

LH: Apparently Los Bastardos had a little problem backstage. Let's get backto Jessica!

[The scene cuts backstage, where we see Jessica LaRue in Los Bastardos' dressing room. Carlos and Perez are both slowly regaining conciousness while the camera focuses on the wall, where see written in blood... "Our time is nigh"]

JL: It seemed someone attacked Carlos and Perez sometime during the last match and wrote nasty messages all over the wall in blood! Ick! I gotta get out of here!

[Cut back to the announcers.]

LH: I can't believe it.. it musta been the Romans! The entire time they were out here pontificating, Los Bastardos were in the back bleeding to death!

MM: It wasn't the Romans, Larry! They were in their dressing room right up until the commercial break!

LH: Well I don't know who it was, but it looks like Caligula and Nero aren't going to wait any longer for this match to get started. They're heading back toward the Bastardos dressing room right now!

[The scene cuts backstage once again, as The Perverse Romans push poor Jessica LaRue out of their way. Nero grabs Perez, dragging him out of the room as Caligula slams Carlos' face into the wall. Caligula looks up at the wall and, reading the message, laughs heartily, turning to the camera to ask "Who the hell was messing with MY opponents!"]

LH: Jesus Christ! Someone attacked Los Bastardos backstage and NOW they have to suffer this indignation? These guys need an ambulance.

MM: No way, these guys need a severe beating! Nero's got Perez by the hair, pulling him into the ring while Caligula has his way with Carlos backstage!

[DING! DING! DING!]

LH: This is a travesty, even after all this the referee calls for the match to begin!

MM: He doesn't want to cheat the fans just 'cause these banditos can't handle a little beat-down!

LH: Nero whips Perez into the ropes and comes back with a nasty fall-down clothesline! Perez' head just snapped back hard! And here's Caligula, kicking Carlos in the rear end while pushing him toward the ring!

MM: How humiliating. Thank God Carlos' momma doesn't have have a TV down there in Chihuahuahuahua!

LH: Nero has Perez locked in a very painful looking Boston Crab in the center of the ring! These guys are wasting no time trying to dispatch their opponents! And on the outside, Caligula is slamming Carlos between the ring apron and ring railings!

MM: Why waste time on a match of no importance? Logan was probably just trying to get a little filler here, maybe boost the ratings by showing off the world's greatest tag team!

LH: Caligula lifts up Carlos.. he's not.. He does! Piledriver right on the floor! Oh this is brutal, Carlos is busted wide open and this match just began!

MM: The Romans used to finish off all their opponents this quickly. Did you know they once fought a match that lasted only seventeen seconds?

LH: Did they really? Impressive..

MM: Now THAT's an interesting tidbit!

LH: Caligula up on the apron.. Nero releases his Boston Crab, I think just as Perez was about to submit. He makes the tag.

MM: Caligula's in, and wasting no time. Nero climbs the ropes while Caligula lifts up Perez into vertical suplex position.

LH: We haven't seen this move in a long time.. Nero off the ropes with a dropkick to Perez' back! The momentum sends Caligula and Perez down into a vicious face-front slam!

MM: Caligula makes the cover! 1! 2!! 3!!! [DING! DING!! DING!!!]

LH: Not quite a record time there, Mike, but still fast nonetheless. The Perverse Romans score a victory over Los Bastardos in under two minutes. No time to celebrate, they grab their stuff and run!

MM: The Romans have never been big on hanging around after the match. And why should they, have you seen the hot chicks waiting for them in their limo? Oooh lala!

LH: Now I wonder if DEFCON 2, Darren Fry and Baja McNabb have any intention of turning their Ozark Mountain match at Civil War '99 into a match for the MWA tag team titles.

MM: I'm sure they will accept the Romans' challenge. Darren's kinda stupid that way.

LH: We still have plenty of time before the next commercial break. Let's get into our next match, shall we?

MM: We shall…

KH: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is a handicapped match, and is scheduled for 1 fall! First, already in the ring, the team of Juan Antonio Silva and "Dangerous" Dave O'Brien!

[Both men in the ring raise their arms to a very weak crowd reaction.]

KH: And their opponent, he is the president of the MWA! He is the one and only Pete Logan!!!

[And out wals Logan. He has on a black blazer and very nice black slacks. He has on a white dress shirt underneath the blazer. His shoes are black also. As he walks to the ring, the fans boo him relentlessly, with some fans reaching out to give him the finger. Logan climbs up to the apron. But he forces the referee to hold the middle rope down, and he enters the ring. He removes his blazer and hands it to the ref.]

[Ding Ding Ding]

LH: And we're ready to go, as the president of the MWA is in action tonight!

MM: Go, Pete! We all love you!

LH: He'll start off against Juan Antonio Silva here. There's a lock-up...and Silva sends Logan flying down to the mat! Logan may have his hands full!

MM: What? He'll just fire them if they beat him!

LH: Logan gets to his feet, but Silva isn't letting the president win! He forces Logan into the corner, and is punching the life out of him!

MM: This won't last long...Oooh, see? I told ya!

LH: Pete Logan with a cheap poke to Silva's eyes!

MM: That's what I'm talking about!

LH: Logan with a punch to Silva's face! And another! Logan sure is a gutsy man!

MM: He can easily fight his way out of a brawl if need be, Larry! He just never had to deal with any form of disrespect before!

LH: Uh, Mike?

MM: What, you call all that crap he had disrespect? You're crazy!

LH: Logan sends Silva into the ropes...and he nails a punch square into his forehead, sending him to the mat! And...now he's taunting O'Brien!

MM: O'Brien of course tries to enter, but the ref does a god job in holding him back.

LH: And Pete Logan with a blatant choke on Silva! Look at O'Brien try to convince the ref that Logan's doing something illegal!

MM: Better just shut up and leave the ring, Dave!

LH: He does just that, but Logan lets go of the choke! And he puts a cover on Silva...

1...

LH: Whoa! Silva just launched Logan across the ring when he kicked out of the one-count!

MM: And Silva tags "Dangerous" Dave while the master Pete Logan is getting up.

LH: O'Brien runs at Logan, and knocks him back down with a clothesline! But Logan immediately gets back up...

MM: Come on, Logan! Do your worst!

LH: O'Brien grabs Logan, and takes him over to the corner...and he pounds Pete's head into the top turnbuckle!

MM: You can't do that to the president! FIRE HIM!

LH: O'Brien now whips him into the opposite corner. O'Brien now charging....

MM: Yes! He missed!

LH: Dave O'Brien missed and flew into the turnbuckle! He stumbles out...and Logan with a kick to the midsection! O'Brien bent over...and Logan hits a big uppercut, sending O'Brien to the mat!

MM: And you though Logan would have his hands full! You make me sick!

LH: Logan grabs Dave's leg...and elbow drops it! He gets up...and does it a second time!

MM: Now he's pulling him to his feet. And he sends O'Brien into the corner.

LH: Logan with a huge advantage here. And he's laying boots into Dave's abdomenal area. O'Brien had no idea he was going to be dealing with a decent fight here!

MM: I'm not that surprised. O'Brien's an idiot. Wait...

LH: O'Brien just grabbed Logan's head, and reversed things! Logan was forced into the corner, and...a BIG knife-edge chop by O'Brien! And...there's a second chop! And he monkey-flips Logan out of the corner!

MM: Man, how did this happen?

LH: O'Brien now tagging in Silva! O'Brien holds Logan's legs...while Sliva nails a big splash on Logan! And a cover....

1...

2...

LH: Logan gets a shoulder up! Silva now pulling Logan up to his feet. And he tags O'Brien in again.

MM: Oh no, not a double-team! Come on, Pete!

LH: Both men send Logan into the ropes. And both men pick Logan up way into the air...and he gets dropped neck-first across the top rope!

MM: Silva exiting the ring, like he should have done already. Now O'Brien's cheating again!

LH: No he's not, Mike! He's setting Logan up...and he lands a backbreaker!

MM: How is that not cheating? He should be FIRED!

LH: No one's getting fired, Mike. O'Brien's heading up top now! high risk maneuver coming up!

MM: Logan can move! Come on, Pete!

LH: Here comes Dave....oh God, he missed! He missed the leg drop and landed right on his rear-end!

MM: Yes! I knew it would happen! And look at him now!

LH: Pete Logan stomping away on Dave O'Brien. Uh oh, look on the outside! Silva is taking the timekeeper's chair away! What's he gonna do with that?

MM: Nah, he probably doesn't know what to do with it. But look at the action in the ring! Pete Logan with a reverse chinlock on O'Brien, who looks about ready to submit!

LH: It is looking that way...no, O'Brien just BIT Logan's arm!

MM: Holy crap...that'll be a pay cut for sure! If he gets payed.

LH: I'd have to agree there! But nevertheless, both men are on their feet. And O'Brien is nailing some stiff lefts and rights into Logan!

MM: No, this can't be happening!

LH: Logan all the way back into the ropes. Now O'Brien whips Logan into the ro...no, it's reversed! And o'Brien comes off...whoa! Silva just hit O'Brien with the chair!

MM: Oh, yes! And Logan with the small package...

1...

2...

3!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Ding Ding Ding]

KH: Here is your winner, the MWA's president, Pete Logan!!!

LH: Unbelievable! Logan pulled it off against two men!

MM: Who had any doubt?

LH: Well, Silva's trying to wake O'Brien up. I'm sure that was an inadvertent chair shot that was intended for Logan. He sure has some explaining to do.

MM: Yeah, you better give him his suit!

[Logan snatches his black blazer from the referee and then makes him lower the middle rope. He then exits the ring and heads up the aisle.]

[Commercial Break.]

LH: In our next match up BOTH the Missouri Wrestling Alliances Television and Cruiserweight Title will be on the line! Johnny Wai, Cruiserweight Champion Bobby Polo, and TV Champion Europa will go at it in a three way dance! One man will walk away with BOTH belts around his waist!

MM: Makes no sense. First of all Europa IS NOT even a cruiserweight and secondly how the hell can you wear TWO belts at one time?!

LH: Well, President/Owner Pete Logan signed the match up so it is going down, Mike! Let's go to Keith Hernandez for the introduction of our competitors!

[Cut to Hernandez in the ring.]

KH: The next match is scheduled for one fall and is a three way dance!! Both the Missouri Wrestling Alliance Television and Cruiserweight Championships will be on the line!! [Crowd cheers] Introducing first, he hails from San Fran....

[Metallica's "Sad But True" kicks in over the arena's PA system.]

LH: Wait a second! That is not Wai's music, that is....

MM: Europa!

[Europa steps out from behind the entrance curtain. He is wearing a pair of camouflaged, army style cargo pants which have been cut off just below his knees. He has on his black, leather, s&m style mask along with his black wrestling boots. He is holding the burnt remains of the MWA's Television Title in his right hand. The crowd lets out a chorus of boos as the Beast slowly makes his way to the ring.]

MM: I guess he wanted to get started early!

LH: We'll see...

[Once in the ring, Europa shoves Hernandez to the ground. But, not before grabbing the mic out of his hands.]

EUROPA: As I stand before you, on the last MWA Genocide EVER... I stand before you not the same man I was when I forced walked in to these doors. For over the months I have changed, I have evolved. I am no longer some tool used only for the advancement of others... I am a beast! I am THE BEAST!

[The crowd boos as Europa lets out an evil smile.]

EUROPA: I have said all along that this ((he holds up the TV title)) title did not mean a damn thing to me. I have done everything in MY power to rid myself of it, but still... I am left with the burden. This is a burden I no longer wish to have, I never wanted it in the first place. So, I when I leave this ring I WILL leave this title behind because when you leave this earth, yours too will be left behind.

[A few cheers from the crowd, but mostly boos.]

EUROPA: I leave you with this. Rest assure that Bobby Polo and Johnny Wai shall feel the NATURE OF... ((with the crowd)) THE BEAST!

[Europa drops the belt in the middle of the ring and slides out as Hernadez makes his way back in for introductions.]

MM: What the hell?!

LH: I think this three way dance has just turned in to a one on one cruiserweight battle!!

[The opening beats of Orbital's 'The Box' tinkle over the P.A, to a moderate pop from the good-sized crowd. A few seconds later, the figure of man with his hands in the pockets of his black baseball jacket emerges, his head down but with a confident swagger in his step as he walks towards the ring.]

KH: ...from San Francisco, California... and weighing in at two hundred and thirty four pounds...

[The man looks up once or twice at the crowd, who mainly seem to be booing him as he makes his way down the aisle. He reaches the ring, climbing onto the ring apron, holding on to the top rope as he vaults into the ring.]

KH: ...He is...

Johnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnny WAI!

[The crowd jeers at the announcement of his name, but Wai seems not to care, a smirk on his face. He takes off the jacket to reveal a bare torso, light blue and green wrestling tights with the word 'WAI' emblazoned down the right-hand side, and a yin-yang symbol on the left. Completing his outfit is a pair of clean white wrestling boots. Motioning to Hernandez, he asks for the microphone, which is passed to him.]

JW: Hey... Missouri... this is probably one of the last chances you're going to get to see me.

[Pop... mostly boos.]

JW: But before I go... I'm going to leave a mark...

And you're going to see it on this chump tonight... because tonight... [pause] I'm becoming both the MWA Television... and MWA Cruiserweight Champion.

I haven't been here long... but I'm sure going to make myself remembered in the MWA.

So boys... kiddies... get ready for a fight.

[Wai drops the microphone, rolling his neck getting ready for his opponent.]

LH: Wai looks ready to go and his chances have definitely improved without Europa involved.

MM: Chances improved Bobby Polo is going to kick his ass.

KH: And now... He is the Current MWA Cruiserweight Champion. He stands in at 6 feet tall and weighs in at 224lbs. He is the “BAD BOY” BOBBBBBYYY PPPPOOOOLLLLOOOO!!!

[Before the music can even begin to play you hear Bobby’s voice over the loudspeaker…]

Bobby Polo: Right now I have a special gift for everyone!

[The fans go ecstatic.]

Bobby Polo: Sorry to say it is not the Midgets in Black singing another one of their hit songs, but it is something just as great. Tonight a song from their new album soon to come in stores soon will be sung. So right now tonight I will be singing BadwitBoy! Now lets get ready!

[The fans once again get really loud as the lights go very dim. Some music begins to play and it sounds very similar to Kid Rock’s “Bawitdaba”. All of a sudden a loud and big set of fireworks and explosions go off. The music begins to get louder and louder. As the smoke and fireworks clear you see Bobby Polo standing at the beginning of the entrance bouncing his head to the beat.]

[He has this funny looking ghetto top hat on. It is furry and blue. Bobby begins to sing…]

BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets
BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets
BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets
BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets

My name is BOOOBBBBBYYYY... BOBBY POLO

[Bobby begins to jump up and down and moshing with the Midgets in Black who are standing next to him.]

BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets
BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets
BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets
BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets

[The crowd continues to head bang as the song continues on. Bobby meanwhile begins to make his way down to the ring.]

And this is for the losers that don’t think I’ll win
The pansies in the back and the boring exces
The stable freaks that are suck geeks
The losers that get in the ring with me
The punks on my team and the idiots on the other side
And it don't even really matter what you think
All you sorry assholes watching at home
And all my friends over in San Diego
All you bastards in the execs office
For the crooked refs and their blind eyes
For the chair shots and the cheap shots I get hit with
Half pints of blood and the five dollars you owe me
For the jobbers looking for a job
And for rest of the people around the world
I said it’s all good and it's all in fun
Now get in the ring and get beat by someone!

[Bobby is about half way down the aisle and stops there and looks at his opponents and continues to mosh with the Midgets in Black.]

BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets
BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets
BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets
BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets

For the jokes around the NWC
All the men who think they’re tough
Not very rough and just can’t seem to get enough
All my homeslices back in Calia
The dorks that think they can beat me
And for Pete Logan and money he made from me
You can try to beat me but I’ll just whoop ya’ll
Now get in the ring and get beat by someone!

BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets
BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets
BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets
BadwitBoy da Bobby a Bobby Polo Polo Polo said the Midgets said up jump the Midgets

[Bobby finally reaches the ring.]

For the smart ones, and for the doubters
I would just like to say…
IIII RRRUUULLLEEE!!

[The music slowly fades off as the fans are going crazy after that perfomance. Bobby takes his ghetto top hat off and then slides into the ring.]

LH: We are ready to go as the MWA's two best cruiserweights square off for BOTH the MWA Cruiserweight and Television Title!!

MM: How many times are you going to tell us that, Larry?

LH: What? That this match is for BOTH the MWA Cruiserweight Title and Television Title?

MM: Oh god...

LH: Look out! Wai just LEVELED Polo with the Television belt!! Polo is down and Wai cracks the belt against Polo's back one more time!!

[RING-A-DING DING!]

LH: There's the bell and the ref now warning Wai if he hits Polo one more time he will be disqualified!

MM: Who gives a damn! Beat his ass.

LH: Wai takes a look at the belt and then tosses it aside to focus on Polo! Polo still down and Wai delivers a big kick to Polo's midsection!! And another! A quick cover...

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2...

3... No! Polo gets a shoulder up!

MM: I got to admit, smart move by this Wai kid to attack before the bell!

LH: Wai lifts Polo up. Snap mare takedown followed by a reverse chin lock!! It looks like Wai is going to try and wear down the champ!

MM: Hell... No one wants to see this! We want to see them fly!

LH: Polo with an elbow to Wai... And another! The CW Champ seems to be fighting back after that vicious attack Wai orchestrated with the Television Title!

MM: Vicious, but SMART!

LH: Polo sends Wai for the ride... Polo drops down and Wai back off the ropes! Wai with a FLYING CROSS BODY!

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2....

Kickout!

LH: Wai grabs Polo by the hair and quickly follows with a SNAP SUPLEX!! This match has been all Johnny Wai thus far. The kid has a chance to take BOTH the MWA TV and Cruiserweight Championships and he is taken full advantage!

MM: Looks like he's going to the top rope.

LH: Yes. Wai flies... TOP ROPE KNEE DROP!!

MM: Nobody home!!

LH: Polo out of the way and he is quickly to his feet!! He lifts Wai up... BIG CHOP! He rams Wai's head in to the top turnbuckle!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

LH: And Polo follows with a REVERSE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! Lazy cover by the champion!

MM: He isn't lazy, just cocky!

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3...

LH: NO! Wai kicks out!

MM: I thought he had him.

LH: Polo lifts Wai up with a handful of hair and sends him to the far corner... Polo follows with a BIG CLOTHESLINE!!

MM: The CW Champ seems to have waken up!

LH: Polo now looks to be going for a suplex. NO! Instead he sets Wai up on the top rope!

MM: Superplex, baby!

LH: That's exactly what Wai is doing! Excuse me... That is exactly what Polo is doing!

[CRASH!]

LH: What a high impact move by the Bad Boy!

MM: Pin him!

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2...

3!!

LH: No! Wai some how manages to just get a shoulder up!! Polo with a standing leg drop! Quick cover...

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3!

MM: He got him!

LH: No... Wai again manages to get a shoulder up!

MM: He's putting up a fight!

LH: Polo is arguing with the official and Wai is slowly getting up!

MM: Polo better be careful!

LH: Polo with a flying cross body... BUT WAI DUCKS and Polo lands on his stomach!

MM: He should have continued the beat down instead of arguing with the ref.

LH: Good point, Mike. The stakes in this match are very high! Both the TV and Cruiserweight belts are on the line! Slowly both men are getting to their feet... And Polo delivers a devastating right which sends Wai in to the ropes! Polo follows with a standing drop kick... AND WAI GOES OVER THE ROPES and HITS THE FLOOR!! That is concrete!

MM: Polo is one hell of an athlete.

LH: Polo going after Wai but the ref is holding him back!!

MM: He shouldn't do that!

LH: The ref is beginning to count on Wai and Polo seems to have backed off! He could win both belts on a count-out!

MM: He could.

LH: The ref continues to count and Wai is trying to pull himself up using the ring for support! OH MY!

MM: Great move...

LH: Polo just nailed Wai right in the face with a baseball slide!! He wants to go after Wai but the ref is holding him back!

MM: Hell yeah! Polo just put him in his place!

LH: Bobby Polo just threw the ref aside and goes off the far ropes... SUICIDE DIVE!!

MM: Wai moves!

LH: Wai just moved and Polo met that concrete head on! If there was a time for Wai to take advantage, that time is now!

MM: The ref seems to be doing fine... He's starting the count!

LH: Wai is to his feet and he rolls Polo back in to the ring. Polo is just lifeless!

MM: Wai could win this match right now...

LH: Wai is on the outside and he is heading up the top rope! Wai flies... FROG SPLASH on Polo!

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2....

3!

LH: New champion! New champ!

MM: Whoa -- Not so fast there slick! Polo got a shoulder up!

LH: He did! He did! Somehow Polo managed to Kickout of that frog splash! Wai looks extremely tired too, but he knows his time maybe NOW!

MM: Does he?!

LH: Let's not forget, this match is for BOTH...

MM: How the hell could we forget?! You've told us one hundred times already!

LH: Fine, Mike... Be that way!

MM: You don't have to get pissy!

LH: Wai grabs Polo head first! BIG DDT!!

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2....

KICKOUT!

LH: Polo will not give up that easily!! Wai lifts Polo up and follows with a BIG TITL-THE-WHIRL BACKBREAKER!! You can see the pain on Polo's face!

MM: Wai should cover him... He has his chance!

LH: May be so... But, Wai has other plans. He is heading up top! Looks like a MOONSAULT!!! HE CONNETCS!!! We're going to have a new champion!

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3!!

NEW CHAMPION!

LH: No... No! The ref saw Polo had his foot on the rope! Wai can't believe that Polo had the presence of mind to get his foot on the rope!

MM: Me neither!

LH: Wai slowly lifts Polo up. Certainly both men have to be EXTREMELY tired at this point!

MM: I'm tired just from watching.

LH: Wai sends the Bad Boy for the ride.... HURRICANRANA! NO... POLO reverses it into A POWERBOMB!!

MM: Where did he pull that out from?!

LH: Both men are down and the ref begins the ten count!

MM: Get up, guys! Get up!

LH: Everyone in the house is on their feet! Which man will get up first!

MM: Sit down, Larry... It will be all right!

LH: Polo is using the ropes to pull himself up and Wai is doing the same on the far side!! Polo is up first and he charges Wai... WAI DUCKS!! Polo follows with a VICTORY ROLL!!

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3!

[FANS CHEER!]

LH: He got him! He got him!

MM: He sure did!

LH: Bobby Polo pinned Johnny Wai with a VICTORY ROLL and now both men are trying to catch their breath! What a match!

MM: I got to admit... They put on a show and now Polo walks away not only the Cruiserweight Champion, but also the Television Champion!

KH: Your winner.. He is not only STILL the MWA's CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION, he is also the NEW Television Champion... He is the 'BAAAAAD BOY' BOOOBBBY POOOOLO!!!

[Polo's rip off of Kid Rock begins to play as the referee hands Polo both belts.]

[Commerical Break.]

KH: It is now time for your MAAAAIIN EVENT!! The first man coming down to the ring is a former Ozark Mountain Champion… Roadkill!

[His music plays as the fans cheer. He makes his way to the ring. He finally makes it to the ring and gets inside and waits for his opponents.]

[The beginning notes of Metallica's "Prince Charming" blare throughout the arena.]

KH: And now, the second challenger. He is from San Antonio, Texas, stands at 6' 5" and weighs 271 pounds. He is a former 2-time television champion and a former tag team champion! He is Daniel Smith!

[And out walks Daniel Smith in a black leather jacket and blue jeans. He immediately stops, and looks around at the crowd, which is currently booing, mostly. He just sneers at them, not really caring about their reaction. He then starts to head down to the ring, with his hands in his jacket pockets. He looks back and forth at both sides of the crowd on the way. Once at the ring, he climbs up to the apron and walks between the ropes and into the ring. He then walks into a corner and lays back, waiting for the remaining opponents.]

RA: And now, he is the current Missouri Wrestling Alliance Ozark Mountain Champion...

[And odd assortment of boos and cheers emanates from the crowd as the haunting drums and keyboards of "Mars, The Bringer of War" kick in.]

RA: From Logan Lake, British Columbia... he weighs in tonight at two hundred and seventy two pounds... here is “The Harbinger”... LUUUUUKE... MAAARSSSHALLLLLLLLLL!!!

[And out he steps. Luke is wearing a pair of black wrestling pants with matching black boots. He wears no shirt, much to the ladies enjoyment, as his broad, muscular chest glistens under the lights thanks to a recent rub down with oil. Around his waist is strapped the Ozark Mountain Championship belt, itself sparkling and gleaming from the light.]

[Luke carries with him a large full-length mirror. He carries it under his arm like a surfboard. Making his way to ringside, he walks slowly and confidently, a boyish smile on his face. He seems to be soaking in the moment. Marshall arrives at ringside and leans the mirror up against one of the ringposts. Then in one fluid motion, he reaches around his back with his left hand, unhitches his belt, and peels it from around his waist, handing it to a ringside attendant.]

LH: Talk about cocky. He wants to watch himself wrestle in that mirror.

MM: Odds are he's got other plans for it. This IS Ozark rules after all.

[DING, DING, DING]

LH: And there goes the bell. All three men now walking out to the center of the ring and begin to exchange words with each other.

MM: This is quite stupid I would hit somebody right now. These guys better not talk all night or I am just going to have to come down there and become the MWA’s new Ozark Mountain Champion!

LH: Yeah and that might happen. Did you just see that?!?!

MM: See what?

LH: Roadkill just nodded his head at Daniel Smith!… And look at this now! Roadkill and Daniel Smith begin to beat on Luke Marshall and are double teaming on him!

MM: Finally we get some action here. Smith and Roadkill back Marshall to the ropes with rights and lefts. Smith and Roadkill each grab one of his arms and whip him to the opposite ropes across the ring from them.

LH: Smith and Roadkill hold arms and hit Marshall with a double clothsline which sends Luke Marshall to the mat and he seems to be in a lot of pain.

MM: And look at Smith he goes down and pins Marshall… what an idiot!

1…

2…

LH: No Roadkill grabs Smith’s leg and pulls him off of Luke Marshall and then covers Marshall himself…

MM: What idiots do they actually think Marshall is that hurt?…

1…

2…

LH: And Daniel Smith pulls Roadkill off of Marshall. Roadkill is now up. Roadkill and Smith seem to be sharing some unkind words.

MM: Who cares! Just fight you losers! Daniel Smith now shoves Roadkill and I don’t think that was a good idea as Roadkill seems quite pissed now. He takes a swing at Daniel Smith and connects!

LH: Meanwhile Luke Marshall is crawling over to where the mirror he brought down to the ring is at.

MM: Roadkill now backing Smith into the corner, I think he is going to give him a beating!

LH: Marshall has got the mirror... But he decides to drop it and LEVEL Roadkill with a clothesline to the back of the head!

MM: Haha... Now Roadkill and Smith are in the corner!!

LH: Marshall charges at both men. It looks like he's going to try a splash!

MM: WOW!

LH: What a great move by Shotgun and Roadkill!! They just double back dropped the Ozark Champion RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE!! And in the ring they seem to be going after each other!! Rights! Lefts!

MM: Marshall is out cold. I think I might go cover him myself!!

LH: Roadkill just grabbed a handful of Smith's hair and sends him in to the turnbuckle! Now Roadkill grabs Smith... INVERTED ATOMIC DROP!!

MM: Hey look! Marshall is up!!

LH: And he just took the fallen Smith with him on the outside!! He's pounding away!!

MM: Ouch! The Harbinger just smashed Smith's head on the concrete! That's why he's the champ!

LH: Roadkill now on the ring apron... He just hit Marshall with a double axe-handle!! Roadkill with a quick cover...

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3... KICKOUT!

MM: Roadkill should take advantage now, both Smith and Marshall are hurting. He's got his choice!

LH: Smith is to his feet and Roadkill charges.... DAMN!! Smith just backdropped Roadkill right on the STEEL STEPS!!

MM: I think that took a lot out of Smith too, because now they are BOTH down!

LH: Meanwhile, Luke Marshall has made his way to the his feet. He's looking under the ring for something!

MM: It's OZARK RULES BABY!

LH: And the Champion finds a 2x4!! He swings at Smith!

LH: Smith ducked just in time and Marshall nailed the steel barricade!! Smith recovers and CLOTHESLINES Marshall into the crowd OVER the barricade!!

MM: Say hello to the fans, Luke!

LH: Roadkill now has the 2x4 and HE JUST NAILED Smith with it in the back of his KNEE!! That is the knee Shotgun had surgery on a few months AGO!

MM: Well, hopefully he got to know the doctor well because he might be seeing him again soon!

[In the background Luke Marshall can be seen stepping over the barricade with a fans chair...]

LH: Roadkill with the cover....

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3...

NOOOO!!! Smith somehow just manages to get a shoulder up!!

MM: Hit him again, Roadkill...

LH: Roadkill pulls back with the 2x4..... AND HE MEETS A CHAIR!! Roadkill attempted to hit Smith with that 2x4, but Marshall tried to hit Roadkill with a chair!! The swing at each other now... AND the 2x4 and CHAIR COLLIDE!!!

MM: When chairs and 2x4s collide... Could that be our next pay per view.

LH: Ah, there's only one more pay per view, Mike.. and that ain't it! Lookout!! Smith just rolled Marshall up from behind!!

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2....

And Roadkill just leveled Smith in the back with that 2x4!!!

MM: Damn. Smith is really getting the short end of the stick tonight!

LH: Certainly Daniel Smith has been taken a beating, but he is one tough war horse.

MM: Ah... OK.

LH: Roadkill now swings at Marshall... But Marshall ducks and he just kicked Roadkill right between the legs!

MM: Got to hate that!!

LH: Marshall now grabs Roadkill... BIG POWERBOMB!!! High impact move on the outside of the ring by Luke Marshall!! Both Smith AND Roadkill down and Marshall is NOT going for the pin! Could be a mistake!

MM: Hey, Marshall knows what he is doing. He is the champ!

LH: Marshall is apparently making his way to that full length mirror he brought to the ring with him!!

MM: I guess he wants to see how good he looks!

LH: I don't think so Mike... But, he better hurry up because Smith is using the ring steps to help pull himself to his feet and Roadkill is starting to stir!

MM: I told you, Marshall knows what he is doing!!

LH: Let's hope so... WOOOW!! Roadkill just took out Smith with a clip from behind on that same knee!!! Marshall is apparently taking the long way around the ring....

MM: Maybe it is the smart way....

LH: Roadkill pulls Smith to his feet... Smith can barely stand!!

MM: Hey, he's got a bad knee and he's a drunk!! Give the guy a break!!

LH: It looks like Roadkill could be going for the Route 66.... NO!! Smith just hit Roadkill with a DDT!! Both Smith and Roadkill are down...

MM: Marshall has got that mirror still...

LH: Yes sir. Marshall takes a look in the mirror and drops it and covers Roadkill!!

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Kickout!!

MM: See! I told you he just wanted to see how good he looked!

LH: Marshall now picks Roadkill up... What on earth is he doing?!

MM: Ah, it looks like he is putting Roadkill upside down!

LH: That's exactly what he is doing! He is laying Roadkill upside down on the ringside steps!! He's got that mirror and he's placing it directly in front of Roadkill's face!!

MM: Wait!!!! Don't break it... 7 years of bad luck!

LH: Marshall turns around to get some distance between him and Roadkill! I think he is going to baseball slide into that mirror which is directly in Roadkill's face...

MM: Could be...

LH: Good god!!!! That is exactly what he did!!! And the mirror didn't break!

MM: But, I think Roadkill did...

LH: Marshall now has the mirror and he looks in to it again... And he Smith rolls him up from behind AGAIN!!

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New CHAMPION!! NOOOO!! Marshall just kicks out....

MM: How the hell can that gimp do so much!

LH: Daniel Smith will not give up. He wants this title VERY badly! He will fight until he no longer can!

MM: Marshall doesn't seem to happy.

LH: He gives Smith a boot to his knee! And then another... Now Marshall picks up the former Television Champion! NOOO... Marshall just DROPPED DANIEL SMITH OVER THE STEEL STEPS WITH A POWERBOMB!!!

MM: Luke watch out...

LH: Roadkill charges Marshall with the MIRROR!!!!!!

[CRASH!]

LH: Marshall ducked in the knick of time and ROADKILL JUST CRASHED IN TO THE RING POST WITH THAT MIRROR!! He is BUSTED WIDE OPEN! The mirror is now in a million pieces and Marshall quickly drops on top of Roadkill!!!

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THREE!!

Marshall just pinned Roadkill to hang on to the Ozark Mountain Title!

MM: Hey, he is the champ!

KH: Your winner and STILL the Ozark Champion, 'the Harbinger' LUUUUKE MAAAARSHALL!!!!!

LH: Well we have had a great night. We saw Mr. Pete Logan destroy two people...

MM: We also saw Bobby Polo retain his Cruiserweight Title and become the NEW MWA T.V. Champion.

LH: And we just saw Luke Marshall remain the Ozark Mountain Champion.

MM: We are now out of time and this was a great last MWA Genocide. We will see everyone at Devil's Night 8. Where the MWA will be closing down. Goodbye everyone!

[Camera fades off to the DN 8 logo.]