[The scene cuts to the sold out soccer stadium in Fenton, Missouri, just outside St. Louis. The fans who couldn’t get into the ground are now trying to get into the Civic center, where there is a second Devil-tron set up for the extra people trying to watch this event. Throughout the ground itself, there are enumerate signs, ranging from "Making the Hunter feel the Hurt!" through "The Dream Team - Typherion and Pride!" to "FTW - Ruling the MWA!". The camera slowly pans around to the commentary team of Larry Higgins and "Magic" Mike Masters.]

LH: Welcome to Devil’s Night 7: Hell’s Declaration. Welcome to the sold out Fenton soccer stadium, where 50,000 people have gathered, and hello to the 10,000 others inside the Civic center.

MM: It promises to be a great night. Especially when we get to see Tony Pride get humiliated, one last time, at the hands of the greatest NWC champion of all time, "Sexy" Steve Sire.

LH: That could happen, Mike. But for that to happen, Steve Sire will have to make do without the help of the Uppermost Echelon, as the match between Sire and LudiCris against Typherion and Tony Pride will be contested in a steel cell. Meaning Sire has no way out.

MM: And we learned last week that the winners of this match would gain the MWA’s next shots at the NWC World Tag Team Championship.

LH: Plus. The final four in the tournament to crown the next MWA Missouri State Champion will come together tonight, in the hopes of being able to win 2 matches in one night, and crown that man with the most storied title in the NWC today.

MM: 4 men, none of which can hold a candle to the former champion, and rightful champion, Steve Sire.

[Suddenly, video footage comes to the airport in which the wrestlers from outside the region flew in from to get to the arena.]

[We see a driver with his limo holding a sign that says "Steve Sullivan"... The number one contender to the NWC Title steps out the airport and sees the service.]

Sullivan: Wow...Logan knows how to treat the soon-to-be champion...

Driver: Mr. Steve, please...letting me get bags of yours.

Sullivan: No sweat, Sundeep.

Driver: Much thank yous.

[The driver gets the bags and places them in the trunk...He then walks back around and opens the door for Sullivan...]

Sullivan: Wow...man. First Class...I may just come to work for the MWA yet.

[Sullivan steps foot into the car and sits down on the plush seat.]

Driver: Making yourself Comfortable, Mr. Steve.

Sullivan: No Prob, Inderdip.

Driver: Must getting you to arena, now...

Sullivan: Good idea, since I've only a couple hours to get ready.

[The Driver gets into the car.]

Sullivan: Man, this is the life of a Champion...

[Suddenly...THE DOORS LOCK. THE WINDOWS GO UP... THE Window between Driver and Passenger goes up as well...]

Sullivan: WHAT THE HELL?!

[We see someone coming up outside the window...]

[It's...POTS!]

POTS: Sorry, Steve...But you ain't making it to Devil's Night...Antonio...Take this rat to the exterminator!

[POTS begins to smile... Sullivan is irate...but there's nothing he can do. It's bullet-proof glass...]

POTS: Noooowww...Only a little more business to attend to, that...well, just wouldn't be polite to miss... During the show:

[Suddenly, our signal is broken into much like it was earlier when Steve Sullivan from SCCW was abducted.]

[We see Steve pounding on the glass from the front. It's obvious someone wants us to watch all this footage...]

Sullivan: HEEYYYY! Buddy! How much is POTS paying you to keep me away from the arena?! I'll double it...

Driver: Excusen me sir? Double? You don't have that kind of money... We go to where the exterminator be... You see... Not so bad...without all your fingers...

Sullivan: WHAT?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!

LH: What the hell was that?

MM: It seems like Steve Sullivan won’t be making it after all.

LH: POTS sickens me. As do the rest of the Uppermost Echelon

MM: Only because they are so much smarter than you.

LH: But none of them will be wearing world championship gold at the end of this, as the top two contenders, GSW’s The Hunter, and MWA’s own, Victor "Big Hurt" Manson will do battle for the NWC world Heavyweight championship, in a ladder match.

MM: Let’s hope that the NWC committee thinks of better challengers than those two before the end of the night, otherwise I may be asleep when the new champion grabs the belt.

[Suddenly, "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC begins to play, and through the curtain, carrying no less than four championship belts, walks the president of the MWA, Pete Logan. He walks to the ring, and proceeds to place one belt in each corner. Grabbing a microphone, he walks over to one of the corners, and begins to speak.]

PL: Well, here we are. After a long and winding process, the time to decide the men to wear these belts has come. First of all, let me talk about the MWA Cruiserweight title.

[Logan picks up the cruiserweight belt, and shows it to the crowd.]

PL: Now Bobby Polo seems to think that I was wrong to take this belt from him when he won the J-Crown, especially since he lost that title a week later. But that, Polo, is exactly why I took it from you. You showed your inability to handle the best cruiserweights in the NWC. So Polo, you have to prove yourself against the man from the Uppermost Echelon, Sid Snow, in order to regain this. Now let’s move on to the MWA Tag team titles….

[Logan walks around the ring, collecting each of the tag belts, before showing them to the cameras.]

PL: The Perverse Romans destroyed my plans for a tournament. As such Romans, I will sabotage your perfect teamwork. By placing into the ring with you, the man that you hired, but only succeeded in getting you more problems, Brian Corlet. It will be the best team that wins. Now for this belt…

[Logan walks over to the remaining corner, and picks up the Missouri State title belt.]

PL: Through three rounds, these men have shown determination. Now comes the test of stamina. Because I will not have a weak man wear this belt. The most storied belt in the NWC. The winner, will have shown his worth. But know this. Play my game, and you will reign well. Don’t, and you’re title reign will be a rough one.

PL: But now for two other matches. Firstly, Roadkill. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you my friend. You will face a tough challenge tonight, and I will make sure it’s fair.

[Logan begins to leave, but stops.]

PL: Oh, and one more thing. Inside that cell tonight, I will make sure that Typherion doesn’t get that shot, I am upping the stakes. Steve, If you can stop those two, then I will reward you. By ending the MWA career of Tony Pride.

[A HUGE boo comes from the crowd.]

PL: And as more motivation. Should you fail, Sire? It will be YOU whose MWA career comes to an end.

[The crowd goes into a stunned silence as "Highway to hell" plays again, and Logan walks to the backstage area.]

LH: The whole crowd is stunned. And so am I.

MM: Let’s just go to the opening match…

KH: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a special 6-man tag team match-up! Introducing first, the team from Italy, at a combined weight of 585 pounds, Decurian and Gladius, the Legionnaires!!!

[The arena is mostly silent, as no music plays. Out walks Gladius and Decurian, Gladius in a traditional Roman Gladiator's outfit including a helmet, and Decurian with a Roman Centurion’s costume, and a leather arm band on his right forearm. Both men make their way to the ring side by side, and enter at the same time. Gladius then proceeds to remove his helmet.]

LH: We really haven't seen these guys in action for a while. It will be good to see if they are still fighting like champions tonight!

KH: And their partner, Kaiten!!!

["Numb" by Project 86 starts to crank over the loud speakers. As the lights dim, Kaiten is then seen at the top of the aisle wearing a white robe over deep red wrestling trunks, and white boots. He has a tattoo of a submarine on his chest. He strides to the ring with single-minded determination, ignoring the cheers as well as the boos from the crowd.]

MM: He's fought here, right?

LH: Yes, Mike, and he has some great potential!

MM: Not that he needs it against his opponents tonight.

KH: And their opponents. First, another team that hails from Italy, at a combined weight of 478 pounds, here are Nero and Caligula, the Perverse Romans!!!

[As some Roman trumpet music begin to play, out walks both Perverse Romans wearing magnificent white togas with golden clasps. Nero makes his way to the ring calmly, with a dignified look. Caligula, however, is responding to some aisleway fans vulgarly, and threatening to hit a few. They eventually reach the ring, and both step through the ropes. Both remove their togas, revealing pairs of knee-length forest green tights decorated with golden flames and white midcalf boots.]

LH: Seems like the same pair of former champions.

MM: Maybe they'll lose like they always do, too. I wouldn't be surprised.

KH: And their partner, from New York City, standing at 6 feet, 3 inches and weighing in at 237 pounds, here is "The Enforcer," Brian Corlet!

["It's All About the Benjamins, the Rock Remix" begins to play. Out walks Brian Corlet in his white armani suit and his usual gold Rolex watch. As he makes his way to the ring, his black, piecing eyes gaze around at the crowd, while he fixes up his hair slightly. He appears rather calm, as he steps through the ropes into the ring. He proceeds to remove his suit jacket and watch.]

[Ding Ding Ding]

LH: Looks like Brian Corlet and Kaiten will start things off.

MM: Why didn't they just make this a match instead of involving a pair of tag teams that have nothing to do with anything?

LH: You're such good friends with Logan. Why not go ask him?

MM: You kidding? He'd fire me for listening to you.

LH: OK, Corlet and Kaiten are locked up. Corlet gets a headlock on Kaiten...but Kaiten backs into the ropes. Kaiten sends Corlet into the opposite ropes.

MM: Kaiten with a shoulder block. Kaiten off the ropes as Corlet gets back up...Kaiten with a clothesline.

LH: Corlet immediately gets back up...but Kaiten delivers a punch to the side of the face. Kaiten sends Corlet into a neutral corner. Kaiten runs in...he hits a dropkick!

MM: Corlet slumps to the mat already. Normal match losers don't do that 'til the end of the match.

LH: Corlet's able to get to his feet. Kaiten off the ropes...there's a flying shoulder tackle!

MM: Kaiten...is sitting on Corlet's chest, punching the daylights out of him! Corlet's definitely not feeling like a million dollars now.

LH: Wait, Nero is trying to get into the ring, but the ref is stopping him! Caligula yelling at the ref also...

MM: Not too smart! Kaiten now dragging Corlet to his corner. Now you've got 3 men stomping him!

LH: The Perverse Romans stop talking with the ref and return to their corners. But the damage has been done. And Kaiten tags in Gladius of the Legionnaires.

MM: Gladius now in the ring. He just shoves a boot into Corlet's neck. Pretty easy work for that team in the early going. Corlet's getting the crap kicked out of him!

LH: Decurian slapping Kaiten on the back for a job well done...Gladius has Corlet on his feet, and he picks him up way over his head!

MM: Things just get worse and worse for Corlet, don't they? And Gladius shows why he's a former tag champion!

LH: Great show of strength by that man...and he slams Corlet down to the mat! And he tags in his tag partner, Decurian!

MM: Quick work for Gladius there. But he's holding Corlet by the legs, as Decurian goes off the ropes...and lands a big body splash! And he gets right back up!

LH: The Perverse Romans can only stand there and watch as their partner gets the beating of his life. And things aren't changing, as Decurian sets Corlet up...and there's a reverse DDT!

MM: First cover of the night, and it may be it...

1...

2...

MM: Nero makes the save! That could have been the quickest match of the night!

LH: The ref escorting Nero out of the ring. But Gladius seizes he opportunity! The Legionnaires both send Corlet into the ropes...double clothesline! And Gladius makes the exit just as the ref turns around!

MM: Decurian is pulling Corlet up to his feet again. He gets set up, and....Gutwrench suplex. No cover. Too bad for Corlet, money can't buy his way out of this one!

LH: Gladius gets the tag, as Decurian heads out. Corlet's trying to pull himself to the corner, but it's not gonna work. Gladius nails an elbow to the back!

MM: Corlet now being put into a camel clutch! And he's looking right at his partners! This is humiliating! Maybe he'll take his rich ass somewhere else!

LH: He has talent Mike. He's...just not doing so well tonight.

MM: I'll say.

LH: Wait, look out...Caligula was able to get in and nail Gladius with a clothesline to break the hold! He immediately leaves, and Corlet may have a chance to tag here.... Yes, he makes it!

MM: Finally! Nero gets tagged in. Gladius just got to his feet...but he goes back down to a dropkick by Nero!

LH: Kaiten in the ring...he gets hit in the jaw by Nero...and gets clotheslined out of the ring! But Decurian also gets in the ring, and he's able to get a knee in to Nero's gut and take the advantage away!

MM: Caligula's making sure Gladius doesn't do anything...he sends him to the outside!

LH: Nero with an elbow to Decurian! And Caligula's there too! Caligula sends Decurian into the ropes. He comes out...and both Perverse Romans pick him up...and drop him across the top rope!

MM: They're pretty much saving Corlet here! He's still sitting in the corner, breathing heavily!

LH: Gladius just rolled back into the ring, as Caligula walks back to his corner. Looks like the ref has control again, as the 2 legal men are back in the ring.

MM: That's a huge surprise. The refs here are so stupid...

LH: All men are in their corners. Nero quickly spots Gladius, and boots him in the gut...big DDT!

MM: Nero walks over and tags in Caligula. Caligula heads up top! This could get painful!

LH: Gladius is on his feet. And Caligula jumps...missile dropkick! And he scrambles and makes a cover....

1...

2...

LH: Kickout! Kaiten was about to make a save, but it wasn't necessary.

MM: Caligula's leaving already, as he tags in Brian Corlet. Maybe he'll actually execute a move.

LH: Gladius just getting up...

MM: OH MY GOD! BRIAN CORLET NAILS A KICK TO THE KNEE!

LH: Mike, calm down.

MM: AND A RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!

LH: Mike! Shut up!

MM: OK, geez!

LH: Brian Corlet applies a simple grapevine. Ooh, he gets kicked away! He flies back into the corner!

MM: Oh geez, I though that offensive would never end.

LH: Gladius crawls over...and tags in Kaiten! Kaiten quickly in the ring. Corlet comes at him...but he gets nailed in the stomach! And his head is rammed into the top turnbuckle!

MM: The Perverse Romans seem pretty distraught over there. They're actually losing because of someone else this time.

LH: Kaiten standing over Corlet on the second turnbuckle! And there's some shots to the head! Listen to the crowd!

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LH: And Kaiten hops down! Wait, now he's setting Corlet on the top turnbuckle!

MM: Corlet wants his mommy, I'll bet.

LH: Kaiten up there also. He...lands a perfect top-rope hurricanrana! And he holds for the cover...

1...

2...

LH: Corlet is saved by Caligula once again! But Decurian is attacking Caligula!

MM: Looks like Kaiten's gonna help Decurian! Caligula gets kicked in the back...and is hit with a spinning neckbreaker by Decurian!

LH: Wait, Nero's in the ring, And he nails Kaiten with a low blow! And he sends him over the top rope...and follows! But now Gladius is on top of Corlet, nailing some stiff punches!

MM: I told ya, the ref has no idea what he's doing in there! I guess he just gave up!

LH: Caligula on the outside now, dragging Decurian out with him.

MM: Hey, where are Nero and Kaiten going?

LH: Nero taking Kaiten up the ramp to the exit here. And...they are out of site now!

MM: We're to cheap to send cameras after them, sorry. Please send all complaints to Pete Logan, PO Box 45...

LH: Mike? You want to keep your job much longer?

MM: Yeah, I suppose so.

LH: Decurian just got sent shoulder-first into the steel steps there! And in the ring...

MM: In the ring, Corlet's getting his ass kicked as usual. There he is, being set up...and piledriven by big Gladius.

LH: Gladius isn't the legal man, though. But he covers anyway...

1...

2...

LH: Corlet somehow gets a shoulder up!

MM: Well, at least he can do something right.

LH: Oooh, that had to hurt! Caligula just dropped Decurian on top of the barricades, crotch first!

MM: Well, now someone can claim he's in more pain than Corlet is right now. Not that the claim will last long.

LH: In the ring, Gladius is once again setting Brian Corlet up. And...there's a big powerbomb! Major impact!

MM: Look out...Decurian is sent into the steel steps AGAIN!

LH: And look at the entrance! There's Nero and Kaiten, and Nero has a chair! Nero stands Kaiten up at the edge of the ramp! Nero backs up, and then runs in...he nails Kaiten in the skull with a running chair shot! Kaiten flies off the ramp to...who knows where!

MM: Probably a bunch of rats down there. Uh oh...

LH: Uh oh is right! Corlet is going for the ride...The Vesuvius! An incredible tombstone piledriver from the second rope by Gladius! And it's all over for Brian Corlet! The cover....

MM: Umm....where's the ref?

LH: Caligula's trying to get into the ring, and the ref is stopping him! He's distracted!

MM: God, what a stupid idiot! I could do a better job!

LH: But that's allowing Nero to come in to the ring with that chair! He's right behind Gladius...WHACK!!!

MM: Corlet is still out cold, but it doesn't matter now! Nero rolls him out of the ring, and covers Gladius!

LH: And Caligula quits trying to get in, and the ref makes a count...

1...

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3!!!!!!!!

[Ding Ding Ding]

Ring announcer: Here are your winners, the team of the Perverse Romans and Brian Corlet!!!

MM: Unbelievable. Brian Corlet gets a win because of this.

LH: He is lucky to say the least. This was a very incredible match! Let's hope the rest are this exciting!

[The sound of bagpipes brings the house to their feet with the typical mixture of boos and cheers. The weekly dilemma... how do you react to a guy who is acting in your best interests, but is a jerk about the way he does it? Some cheer, some boo. Life goes on. Out from the entranceway steps the MWA’s resident Scottish Bastard, Vice President Anton MacTavish. And no, he’s not dressed in a kilt. As a matter of fact, he’s dressed pretty sharply in a tailor-fit, double-breasted, charcoal grey suit.]

[He smiles smugly as he makes his way down to ringside and confidently climbs the steps into the ring. Taking a customary position at center ring, Anton shakes hands with Keith Hernandez and accepts the microphone.]

MacTavish: Before I get started, how about a nice round of applause for Keith Hernandez. You’re doing a great job Keith.

[The crowd erupts in a healthy round of cheers for the former St. Louis Cardinal MVP. Keith raises his arms shyly and waves to the crowd, acknowledging their appreciation with grace and style.]

MacTavish: Just one of the many changes I’ve made in my brief time with this organization, all of which were made in order to try and bring you, the fans, the greatest entertainment your money can buy.

[Here’s where the half of the crowd that actually LIKES the guy let the feelings be known with a dose of adulation.]

MacTavish: In fact, as I see it, I’ve done all I can here in the MWA. I made the impact I wanted to... I kept this organization from sinking into the swamps while my good friend Pete Logan took a much deserved break... and I pretty much proved that I am the future of leadership in this business.

[And cue the people who HATE the arrogant curr. Boos, boos, and more boos.]

MacTavish: So I am here to officially announce that I am resigning in my position as Vice President of the Missouri Wrestling Alliance. And in addition to that, I have decided to sell my share of stock in the company. So Pete Logan, come on down, and we’ll seal this deal.

[Logan takes the mic from MacTavish and makes his comments.]

Logan: Anton, I want to thank your for all of your hard work in my absence. While your methods maybe different from mine, you've always had the best interests of the fans and the MWA in mind, and I couldn't ask for anything more. It's a shame to see you go, but we've known each other for many years, and I know this is something you've just got to do. So again, thank you, and good luck in the future.

MacTavish: And thank you, Pete. It was a wonderful opportunity, and I must say, you run a first class operation. I’m proud to call the MWA my first home. So if you wouldn’t mind just signing on the dotted line here, I’ll relinquish my share of the company, however small, back over to you.

[As MacTavish puts the documents forward for Logan to ink, he is interrupted with the sound of gun shots, followed by the clanking of a cash register. Then "Thug Mentality" from Crazy Bone cues. The fans look with boos, rising towards the entrance. Slowly swaggering out from the back is the 5 million dollar match winner, Shawn "Bullseye" Arrows. He is dressed in a sharp white suit, with expensive dark shades. He slowly climbs in with a grin, not paying attention to the loud boos directed his way. Shawn approaches MacTavish with the cocky smirk on his face.]

Shawn Arrows: Hey now... who called this corporate rubbing of the elbows with out invitin' me? I mean really Anton, y'all know you the type that's shrewd with his cash, yo. When I heard that you were looking to sell your piece of the MWA, I thought you'd shop it around for a buck or two, instead of turning it over for pennies on the dollar. But somethin' tells me MacTavish, that a Scottishmen like yourself would bite at a deal that you know couldn't be matched. Which is why Anton, before sell your shares back to "CheapPete", you let my good friend Benjamin say some words.

[There is a confused hush over the crowd, along with an interested stare towards the entrance from MacTavish. Logan has a disgusted look growing by the second. Out from the back comes a large entourage of men in fancy suits, each lugging a suit case to the ring. Behind these men, is the ring crew carrying a table in from the back. As they approach, the fans yell randomly in their direction. The table is set up in the middle of the ring, as Arrows parades around, giving orders to his "crew"]

Logan: Arrows, quit stalling, and let us get on with our business.

Arrows: No Pete, you're the one stalling. You see, I would like to introduce Anton to my friend Ben..

[With this, the men in the suits release the locks and they flip open the cases. In one fluid motion the briefcases are laid out on the table. The amazed crowd gasps. These briefcases are filled to capacity with stacks of hundred dollar bills. MacTavish drools as Logan's jaw drops. Arrows pulls a stack of the hundreds out, and tempts Anton with it.]

Arrows: Here he is, Benjamin Franklin. Now, Anton.. yeah, y'all could sell your share of the MWA back to this dirt poor puppet. But instead of getting to know Franklin, you'd have to settle for George Washington, and maybe a few Lincolns. To put it in simpler terms, I can make you... [in his best Scottish accent]...filthy, stinkin' rich! While the best Logan can do is filthy, and stinkin'. But hey, the balls in your court dawg. You make the call.

[The crowd begins to rumble as we get a nice close-up of MacTavish staring at the cash before him, while in the background, Pete Logan gnaws nervously on his bottom lip. After a few tense moments, MacTavish takes the mic from Arrows and gives his answer.]

MacTavish: Well, Shawn, this is quite the offer. And Pete, although I've tried to be loyal to you for all these years we've known each other, I can't turn down something this sweet. You understand.

[Extending his hand forward]

Shawn, you got a deal.

[Arrows and MacTavish shake hands and Logan merely shakes his head back and forth, looking disgusted and helpless.]

MM: No way! Arrows is... is... one of our new bossess??? YES!

LH: Somehow... I knew you'd like that.

MM: Damn right!

[MacTavish leaves the ring area, the men with the briefcases full of cash following behind as Arrows and Logan are left to merely stare at each other.]

LH: What can this all mean for the future of the MWA?

MM: It means good times are a comin'!

LH: Up next, is scheduled to be POTS v Sullivan, but with what we saw earlier, can we really expect to see anything here?

MM: Can we expect to see Sullivan next week at Casino Nights?

LH: Who knows. Let’s get down to ringside.

[Enter Sandman from Metallica begins to come over the PA system.]

KH: Entering first, he hails from Durham, North Carolina. He stands six feet, four inches tall, and weighs in at 235 lbs even... You all know him as a founding member of the Uppermost Echelon...and at the SCCW/GSW Pay Per View, he will once again attempt to gain world gold that has eluded him...He is YOUR King of Swerve...Your Executioner of Ultimate Proportions...he is....POTSSSSS!!!!

[POTS comes out to the entrance ramp area...with a microphone.]

POTS: As y'all know...I've taken care of Steve Sullivan tonight. The driver is taking that sorry bastard where he needed to go a long time ago... THE BIG DIRT NAP. I figured you folks still wanted to see the main eventer of the match, though... so I've obviously made the rounds, and come out here to hear

your cheers...

[The crowd boos, loudly.]

POTS: So you all know...since Both myself and Sullivan will be at GAMBLING FOR GOLD, only on Pay Per View, watch that...cause you never know WHAT the Uppermost Echelon would have planned for the main event of such a program of "epic proportions..." Like I said earlier, I still have more business to attend to, tonight, so I'll be back...and you'll get your fill of one half of your next NWC WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, the Uppermost Echelon West...toodles, pissants.

LH: I wonder what POTS has in store?

MM: No matter, we need to get to our next match so we can get to the big show!

["Dont Tread On Me" by Metallica blasts through the PA system! The fans begin to boo. The lights begin a red strobe. Rob steps through the curtains. He wears his wrestling tights, Oakly sunglasses, and his FTW Championship title around his waist. His hair is pulled back into a pony tail. When he usually has a grin on his face, no emotions are shown. He walks down the aisle and into the ring. He grabs the mic.]

Rob Payne: It's now time... Time for two FTW members to test their limits.

[He pauses.]

Rob Payne: I bet a lot of you people would enjoy seeing two FTW members break apart and double cross each other, wouldn’t you?

[Crowd cheers.]

Rob Payne: Well.... TOUGH SHIT! There will be none of that here tonight, nor ever! That's why all of the FTW is down at ringside for. We are here to assure that nobody, and I mean nobody tries to screw this up. I hope you're ready Vulcan, because I know I am!

MM: I don't want to see the FTW break up, they are my favorite group to make fun of!

[Payne proceeds down the aisle and now he is being followed by his FTW Stablemates including Ben Van Iten, The Idol, Bane, Luther, Chester, and Johnny Magnum. The all carry 2X4's for some odd reason, except for Luther who instead carries a pink wiffle ball bat. The FTW Members stop in the aisle as Payne reaches the ring, the stable splits down the middle opening a human tunnel for Vulcan Sharpe who is now on the entrance way. He half grins as he walks down the aisle, TV Title in hand. He passes each member of FTW and is flanked by them when he gets to the ring steps. He ducks into the squared circle and meets Payne in the middle of the ring, all business.]

LH: Vulcan Sharpe, Rob Payne's friend and ally all set here as the two men meet in the middle of the ring. This is going to be an intense match up...

MM: Look at Luther, he really is a great addition to the FTW...always bending over for people.

LH: You're horrible. The two men shake hands, one has to wonder, is there honor among thieves?

MM: No, but there is a homo in their stable. I don't think it is a coincidence that Rob Payne's hair is so greasy since Luther came to the FTW.

LH: ..............Yuck.

[DING DING DING]

LH: And we are underway, kinda...

MM: Heh, fight you pussies! We don't wanna sit here all damn night, this card has a run about a week over anyway!

LH: Quiet fool! You can't break kafaybe, the Crew will be all over you they HATE that!

MM: Crew Shrew! I got their kafaybe right here!

LH: Your funeral, the committee is watching, in fact I bet they are booking a flight from Georgia right now. They'll kick your ass crooked.

MM: Speaking of crooked and booking don't you think that the Crew's booki....

LH: That's quite enough! Sharpe and Payne lock up, and Payne is in control early. Full arm drag and twist, he elbows Sharpe to a knee and kick him in the back! Payne off of the ropes, he drops an elbow and is in the driver's seat early.

MM: These mutual respect matches are a pet peeve of mine, who wants to see a couple loser come out and slap man boobs for fifteen minutes and then shake hands. No foreign objects, no cheating, nothing interesting.

LH: I find it sad that you think good sportsmanship is boring. Payne pulls Sharpe to his feet and slaps him with a knife egded chop, the crowd reacts accordingly...

MM: With a yawn?

LH: No, by shouting "WHOO!". Another knife edged chop...

MM: Yawn.

LH: Payne with an irish whip, reversed by Sharpe....Sharpe LEVELS Payne with a flying forearm! Sharpe hops to his feet and rolls a knee across Payne's forehead, Payne stomping in pain as Sharpe springboards off of the nearby second rope and comes down with a guillotine legdrop!

MM: That was okay I guess.

LH: That was outstanding! Sharpe pulls Payne up by the pony tail, a vicious barrage of rights and lefts! Sharpe with an irish whip on the stunned Payne, Payne off of the ropes and the two men clothesline eachother! Both men down!

MM: Oh be still my beating heart, have you noticed that Luther has put on a little weight since he was left by Oswald. I think ol' Luth needs those nightly "workouts" that Oswald put him through. If you wanna call it that, Luther and Oz should have stayed together than maybe Oswald would have had "something to talk about" that week against Sodom and we wouldn't have had to listen to him cry.

LH: Knock it off! You're digging yourself into a hole with this kafaybe murder.

MM: I'm just trying to make this crap watchable for my people. A match like this can KILL buyrates.

LH: I suppose you're an expert.

MM: The crowd is making no noise! Do the math Descartes.

LH: I don't think we need you for ratings.

MM: I beat the hell out of a couple heatless quasi-heels going at it with no possiblilty of seeing anything but a million rest holds. The only thing that could make this match interesting is naked breasts, and not Rob Payne's DD's those are just nasty.

LH: You're vicious today.

MM: No, I'm honest.

LH: Sharpe is up first, he charges Payne but....OH! Low blow by Rob Payne, he stands kicks Sharpe in the gut and drops him with a DDT. Payne rolls over on top of Sharpe and we have our first count of the night.One..... Kickout almost immediately by Sharpe. This match has a long way to go.

MM: Crap, you think The Idol would lend me his board for a sec.

LH: Why?

MM: So I can knock myself out for this match, kinda like Mr. T on the A-Team when they werre flying.

LH: Why don't you do that? Do us all a big favor.

MM: I'd take you with me fatboy.

LH: Payne waits for Sharpe to try to stand before stomping him back to the mat. Payne really putting the boots to his stablemate here...he pulls Sharpe up by the tights, Sharpe rakes Payne's eyes! Spinning heel kick and Payne stumble backward, Sharpe charges and dropkicks Payne sending Rob Payne out over the top rope and out of the ring.

MM: Good, I hope he breaks his spine.

LH: Easy...

MM: Hey you think if I cuss a lot I can be tough like Rob Payne? Cause cussing makes you cool, I'm going to start a stable called FTK, F[BLEEP] The Kafaybe. I think it would catch on.

LH: You're being ridiculous. You couldn't get anyone in a stable with you.

MM: Says you pudgy.

LH: Payne gets to his feet and as soon as he does he is met by Sharpe! SUICIDE DIVE!! AMAZING! PAYNE IS OUT, SHARPE IS OUT AND THE FTW JUST STANDS THERE WATCHING TWO OF THEIR OWN KILL EACHOTHER!

MM: No, they are wondering why you are spitting on them. If you are going to squeel like a little girl after any move that is somewhat high risk, at least don't let spittle fly from your mouth like a faucet. It wasn't THAT risky...

LH: Anytime you do a suicide dive you are taking your career into your hands.

MM: Not against Rob Payne, his gut and man boobs make it like jumping onto a couch...that was a soft landing for Sharpe.

LH: Why isn't he standing?

MM: Why are you an overweight, Tony Schaivone clone, dweeb? Oh sorry, did I break your precious kafaybe?

LH: Shutup. Sharpe is being helped up by Bane and The Idol while Payne is being helped by Van Iten. Payne screams at Ben for helping him and Ben lets go, Payne falls to the ground again.

MM: AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Moron!

LH: Rob Payne doesn't want the FTW involved, Sharpe charges and kicks Payne in the gut! He pulls Rob up and throws him into the railing! From there he grabs Payne and throws himself into the steel steps. Payne down and Sharpe mugs for the crowd, he needs to press his advantage.

MM: Nu-uh, he has to wait for Payne to blade himself...oops did I stomp on Kafaybe again? Silly me.

LH: I hate you, Sharpe standing over Payne now, Payne is busted open.

MM: Oh what a surprise! That is weird that his forehead is cut when he hasn't had it run into anything.

LH: Payne looks up in time to get a nice slap to the face from Sharpe, Vulcan throws Payne to the ground and is climbing the steps, he is on the apron! Sharpe waits a moment to line up his shot....HE LEAPS!OH MY!!PAYNE MOVES! HE MOVED AWAY! SHARPE SCREAMING IN PAIN!!

MM: There you go with that spitting again, I bet you chew with your mouth open too.

LH: Payne gets to his feet groggily and grabs Sharpe.

MM: Why haven't they been counting these guys out? Isn't that a rule?

LH: Well....uhm.....

MM: It's not a no DQ match, they should be counted out.

LH: Why are you doing this to me?

MM: BWWHAHAHAH FTK baby!

LH: Payne slides Sharpe into the ring and follows him in, happy now?

MM: Nope, they should have been counted out around the time that Rob Payne was cutting his forehead.

LH: Maybe I should get the Idol to lend me his board.

MM: You wanna knock yourself out too?

LH: No, I want to knock you out.

MM: Don't threaten me boy, unless you plan on backing it up. Besides shouldn't the Crew be on their way to smite me for committing the sin of sins?

LH: Lets hope so.

MM: At least I wouldn't be bored.

LH: Payne has Sharpe up in a vertical suplex position....NICE MOVE by the former SCCW Champ! Payne covers his stablemateOne.....TWO......KICKOUT! Sharpe still alive, but barely after missing that move off of the apron.

MM: He didn't land any harder than Payne did, at leats Payne....ahem....busted open his forehead.

LH: Payne has Sharpe up again for a vertical suplex, SHARPE ESCAPES! REVERSE DDT! AMAZING MOVE BY VULCAN SHARPE! Sharpe down as well though, both men hurting.

MM: You'd think he would have enough energy to get a hand on Payne after that "amazing" move, but then we wouldn't be filling the required time for this match.

LH: Stop doing that!

MM: Try it, its fun!

LH: No.

MM: It doesn't hurt anyone, I'm a pioneer, I'm breaking a taboo. Who cares what I think anyway? Like trading a personal crack now and then is so pernicious, have a sense of humor you jerkass. So uptight, Christ...

LH: Sharpe finally makes his way to Payne and makes the coverOne....TWO.....[Oh the suspense, is it killing you too?][Well, is it?][So? Yes or no?][Do you think this is a clever way to eat up K for a match? I think it is, in fact I'm very proud of myself. And I hope no one is offended by my kafaybe stomping, I'm just amusing myself on an otherwise boring Saturday morning. Back to the exciting conclusion.]KICKOUT BY PAYNE! SHARPE TOOK TOO MUCH TIME MAKING THE COVER!

MM: Gee, that's a shock.

LH: Stop shooting, seriously.

MM: Do you think "The Sniper" or "Lone Guman" is a good nickname for me? Also I would like to publicly invite Zamza to join the FTK; He'd be perfect!

LH: He's in the UE...

MM: Really? I thought maybe he was dead or quit again or something.

LH: Let me do my job.

MM: I'm not stopping you.

LH: But it is distracting I've tried threatening you like an internet wannabe tough guy and it didn't work.

MM: Internet bullying NEVER works.

LH: Please, please, please, can we just get this done? I'm begging you....

MM: ..........So, "Sniper"? Or "Lone Gunman"?

LH: Sniper, Long Gunman is taken, stupid. Sharpe has Payne back to his feet, irish whip into the corner! Sharpe follows with the....uh

MM: Stinger splash

LH: A flying body bash into corner on Payne.

MM: You're hopeless, don't you realize that the most intesting moments in wrestling happen when the line between character and person is frayed?

LH: Yeah but not half as interesting as an asshole trying to preach.

MM: There you go!

LH: Sharpe takes Payne and bashes his head into the top turnbuckle for the ever popular ten count, I don't think it'd hurt that bad if your head were hit into the turnbuckle; its like a pillow.

MM: Hey yeah! What's with that!?

LH: Our producer Mike is tearing his hair out, Hi Mike! Payne falls to the mat, at least his forehead was finally hit.

MM: HAHAHAHAHAHA!

LH: Sharpe drops to the mat and puts Payne in a reverse chinlock! Payne crying out in pain...he is refusing to submit! The referee down right in his face, Payne's face is beat red but he is shaking his head no as he screams...

MM: He's right next to the rop for cryin' out loud. Can you say missed spot?

LH: (Stifled chuckle) He's selling his little heart out! That's why the NWC is the best, not unwritten rules, but the effort put on by almost every single person involved. That's why it works. These are the best people in the business....PAYNE WILL NOT SUBMIT! HE'S GOT HIS FEET ON THE ROPES! THE HOLD IS BROKEN!

MM: That was cool, you were like shooting, and then like, not.

LH: It can be very addicting. Sharpe is firmly in control here. He pulls Payne to his feet and drops him with a standing dropkick! Payne down and Sharpe climbs the top turnbuckle. Payne stands and falls onto the ropes in desperation! SHARPE STUMBLING....HE FALLS TO THE MAT! Rob Payne looks like he has dodged a bullet here.

MM: Oh good, now the match will continue!

LH: Sarcasm does not become you. Sharpe holding his groin, in obvious pain that any man can relate to. Payne on his knees, shaking the cobwebs. Sharpe to a knee as Payne grabs the rope and pulls himself up, Payne turns just in time to walk into a running double axe handle by Sharpe! Sharpe with an irish whip and a HUGE dropkick! Payne down hard again.

MM: Where did Payne leave that blade, I might have plans for that.

LH: Vulcan pulls his friend up, LOW BLOW BY PAYNE! What kind of man would hit his own friend in that way!?

MM: The kind that wants to win.

LH: Payne stands and scoop slams Sharpe, Payne drops an elbow and covers...One.... TWO.......KICKOUT!

MM: It was an elbow drop, like anyone would actually think this match would end on such a wussy move. This is a pay-per-view afterall, a non WCW Pay-per-view.

LH: I thought we had ended our little kafaybe breaking session.

MM: I do what I want babe.

LH: Babe?

MM: You know what I mean assface!

LH: Payne has Sharpe by the hair, knife edged chop! Sharpe answers! THESE TWO ARE GOING TOE TO TOE!! Sharpe ducks a big swing by Payne and gives him a monster German suplex! Bridge...One.....TWO.......NO! PAYNE HANGS ON!

MM: Oh fer chrissakes!

LH: Sharpe stands, obviously frustrated by the resiliency of his friend and opponent Rob Payne. Sharpe backs up a few steps, charges, and kicks Payne square in the back!

MM: Ouch, he really hit him there that wasn't no faggy Steve Austin girl punch as he straddles his opponent. I think Austin and Luther have a lot more in common than meets the eye. All that cussing is just an over masculine cover for his homosexual tendencies, Rob Payne cusses a lot doesn't he?

LH: Sharpe off of the second rope, springboard moonsualt! Cover...One...... TWO........PAYNE HANGS ON AGAIN....BARELY!

MM: Is this match over fifteen k yet?

LH: What?

MM: Nothing.

LH: Sharpe pulls Payne up, irish whip and a sunset flip! One....TWO.......KICKOUT! Sharpe almost surprised Payne with that move.

MM: I'm surprised that Sharpe can do a sunset flip, to be honest.

LH: Sharpe off of the ropes and does a running leg drop, he stands and drops a knee. He pulls Payne up and whips him off of the ropes....PAYNE STOPS SHORT AND KICKS SHARPE IN THE GUT!

MM: Looks like Rob was playing possum....

LH: AFTERBURNER!! THIS IS OVER ALMOST OUT OF NOWHERE! One.....TWO......THREE!!!Payne wins! He beats his friend Vulcan Sharpe and advances in the MWA title tourney for later tonight!

MM: Bah! Sportsmanship!

LH: Payne helps Sharpe to his feet and helps him out of the ring. You have to admit that was a pretty good match.

MM: We're going to get in trouble aren't we?

LH: Yes.

MM: Oh well...

LH: What a card so far, Mike

MM: Eh. It's okay.

LH: You are very hard to please, you know that?

MM: Yeah!

LH: Well let's move onto our next match, shall we?

MM: Sure thing.

LH: Yeesh. Okay... now we have the semi-finals of the Missouri State Heavyweight Tournament.

MM: I can't believe how long it's taken to get this done. Was it really necessary to strip Sire of the belt in the first place? He's not been the WorldChampion since back in the first round!

LH: MWA bylaws state that if you win a World Title,you must be stripped of any title you currebtly own inthe MWA.

MM: Well, it's a stupid bylaw. I mean come on... oneof the guys going for the vacant Cruiserweight Titletonight is the same one who was STRIPPED of it in thefirst place when he won the J-Crown! Bobby Polo heldthe J-Crown for what? A week? He could have easilyworked the defense of the MWA Cruiserweight beltAROUND that World Title run of his.

LH: That's actually a pretty good point.

MM: I know.

LH: Well, let's go up to our ring announcer.

RA: The following contest is for one fall, and is asemi-final match in the Missouri State HeavyweightTitle Tournament. Introducing first...

[The arena lights dim, and "Mea Culpa" by Enigmabegins to play over the loudspeakers.]

RA: We have a man who is unknown to the world, buthas progressed through the MWA Title Tournament on atear that has made many people jealous, and otherlearn to respect him. He stands 6 feet, 4 inches talland weighs in at two hundred forty-two pounds... Igive you... THEEEEE MYSSSTERYYYY MAAAAANNNNN!!!!!

[The curtains part, and out steps the unknown soldierwho has made it through the first three rounds of thetitle tournament. He is adorned by a simple robe ofblack, his black boots shine brightly in thespotlight, and his mask hides his features as usual.]

[He walks down the aisle to a partial amount ofcheering from the fans. Because they do not know whoit is, they are unwilling to go all out with theircheering, but they have been impressed enough with his technical skill to give him the recognition hedeserves. As the music plays, he strides confidentlyto the ring and mounts the steps. He sneaks inbetween the middle and top rope, and bounces a bit toloosen up.]

RA: And his opponent... he is a member of TheOrdinary People! He is one of the most popular men inour sport today... he is... EBOLAAAAAZAAAAAIRRRRREEEEE!!!!!

["Sick Of You" replaces "Mea Culpa" on the arenaspeakers, and from backstage, out steps the "diseasedone"... The Purple Marauder?!? The crowd goesabolutely crazy, as The Purple Marauder makes hisdebut appearance in the Missouri Wrestling Alliance,after his one failed attempt at the NWC World TagTitles. Apparently Ebola didn't want there to be onlyone "Mystery Man" for this match.]

[The Purple Marauder hops down the aisle, high-fivingthe fans as he goes. The torn rag that is supposed tobe his mask keeps slipping, and he tries his hardestto keep it secured around his head. As he walks pasta rather wild bunch of teenagers, we hear them screamout "EBOLA!" The Marauder immediatly stops... turnsto the kids, then raises his index finger to his lipsto "shush" them. Obviously he doesn't want anyone tosuspect who is really under the violet mask.]

MM: Oh, what the hell is this?

LH: A little psychological warfare on the part ofZaire?

MM: What? YOU FINALLY ARE ADMITTING EBOLA IS THEPURPLE MARAUDER? HALLELUJAH!!! A couple weeks agoyou were selling that "I don't know whose under themask" bit so much, I was beginning to think you reallydidn't know.

LH: Give me a little credit, Mike.

MM: I do. That's why I was only BEGINNING to thinkit.

LH: Thanks.

MM: Sure thing.

LH: Well, Ebola has made it into the ring, and isplaying up the whole "masked wrestler" bit.

MM: He looks ridiculous.

LH: Very true. Oh wait! It appears as though he'strying to get The Mystery Man to join him in removingtheir masks at the same time! He's grabbed it fromunder his chin, and he's telling the man in black todo the same.

MM: Does he really think The Mystery Man is going toreveal his identiy BEFORE the match?

LH: Well... perhaps he does, because it looks likehe's grabbed the chin of his mask as well!

MM: What?

LH: Both The Purple Marauder and The Mystery Man areabout to unmask right here in the ring. The crowd isgoing wild for this. They want to see both menwithout their masks!

MM: I feel so stupid for having to watch this.

LH: Ebola... oh, excuse me, The Purple Marauder... isgoing to count to three, then they're both going topull their masks off...ONE!

MM: Give me a break!

TWO!!

Taxi!?!

THREE!!!

[The Purple Marauder whips off his mask to reveal hisidentity as Ebola Zaire... much to the surprise ofabsolutely no one. The Mystery Man started to pullup, and stopped short of barely getting over his chin. He promptly pulled the mask back down over his face,and Ebola was left maskless all by his own.]

MM: Ha! What a boob!

LH: Oh, Ebola does not like that one bit! He can'tbelieve The Mystery Man didn't pull the mask off aswell.

MM: He is really quite stupid some times.

LH: Ebola lunges for The Mystery Man, who sidesteps,and drops him with a drop toe hold.

MM: Stupid and slow.

LH: TMM now reaches around to grab ahold of Ebola's legs, and locks them up. He reaches forward and pullsback on his chin as well, putting a great strain onEbola's back.

MM: Give up! Let's get this match over with!

LH: Mystery Man lets him go, and slides around to puthis knees on Ebola's back. He grabs Ebola's arms andpulls back in a beautiful surfboard.

MM: Zaire is shaking his head "no" to the referee ashe asks if he gives up. What a shame.

LH: Surfboard released... but it did begin to weardown Zaire's back at the early going. Not a greatposition to be in, if you are Ebola Zaire. With thetypes of maneuvers he is capable of, having a bad backwill only make things worse.

MM: No, wearing a purple body suit that makes youlook like Grimace from those old McDonalds commercialsis what's making things worse.

LH: TMM moves to the front, and grabs Ebola in afront face lock... putting a lot of pressure now onEbola's neck and shoulders... plus cutting off theblood supply to the head.

MM: Like he needs it.

LH: Wait! Ebola is trying to muscle out of this! Heis trying to get to his feet, although the man inblack continues to keep the front facelock locked on.Ebola strains! So does The Mystery Man.

MM: So does my colon, right about now.

LH: Ebola and the man to their feet. Ebola grabs the man's tights! He ducks a bit...

MM: LIFT!!!

LH: Ebola lifts him into the air!!! AND......

MM: DROPS HIM ACROSS THE TOP ROPE!!! That bent theMystery dude right in half.

LH: And it also broke the front facelock. Ebolawanders around the ring a bit, trying to get thecirculation going, while the Mystery Man lays dangling across the top rope.

MM: Here goes Zaire with the offense.

LH: Ebola over to the corner... mounts theturnbuckle... The Mystery Man still across the rope!

MM: EBOLA OFF!!!

LH: AND DOWN!!! WITH A GUIILOTINE LEGDROP ACROSS THEBACK OF THE NECK!

MM: That did it!

LH: It certainly did. The Mystery Man flops down tothe canvas in a heap. Ebola springing back to hisfeet quickly, the man in black lying on the canvas,nursing the back of his sore head. Quick cover byEbola... ONE!TWO!!Kickout!

LH: Lazy pin attempt there... didn't hook the leg,and it allowed the Mystery Man to kick out of it.

MM: But Ebola is wasting time here! Let's go! Yougotta keep on him, Ebola!

LH: Zaire now... pulling the man to his feet... whipshim into the ropes...

MM: Ebola follows him...

LH: Th man bounces, Zaire raises the knee... KNEE TOTHE MIDSECTION! And down flips the man again. Slamming hard into the mat at a high speed. Not isgood shape right now, I would say.

MM: So would I.

LH: Ebola looks to the crowd, and they cheer him onfor that one maneuver...

MM: Don't waste time blathering to fans! Get inthere!!!

LH: Ebola turns back to his opponent, and picks himup once more. The Mystery Man is on weaks knees rightnow...

MM: Already? That was quick...

LH: Spins him around and SLAPS ON A FULL NELSON!!!

MM: Different.

LH: The Mystery Man is screaming out right now...Ebola squeezing with all of his might on the back ofthe neck of TMM.

MM: Referee is checking to see if TMM gives...

LH: Our masked competitor is screaming out "no".It's going to take more than that to get him.

MM: I think Ebola agrees with you, Lar, cause he'spulling him towards one of the corners...

LH: This could mean...

MM: We might be seeing the "Antidote" right here!

LH: You are absolutely right, Mike... Ebola turnsaway from the buckle and backs himself in... stillholding TMM in that full nelson. He steps up onto thesecond turnbuckle...

MM: This is where he jumps forward for that face slamon The Mystery Man.

LH: Yes it is. Ebola about to leap!!!

MM: Mystery Man GRABS EBOLA'S HEAD!!!

LH: EBOLA JUMPING DOWN!!! Mystery Man doesn't letgo!!!

MM: CHINBUSTER!!! CHINBUSTER!!! Zaire's chin slamsinto the top of the masked dude's head. Oh man! Thatwas a work of art!

LH: Mystery Man dropped to his knees, pulling Eboladown with him... jamming his chin into the top ofTMM's skull. Wonderful counter there...

MM: Both men down on the canvas. Mystery Man shakinghis head back and forth, working out the muscle strainfrom the nelson.

LH: And Ebola is breathing heavily on the mat aswell. These two men have to remember that they stillhave the finals after this... they can't lose toomuch, or they'll have nothing left.

MM: Hey, if they don't go all out now, there won't BEanything for them to have nothing left for!

LH: TMM to Ebola... Picks him up... SNAP MARE...

MM: Keeping him grounded.

LH: In behind, and synches in a reverse chinlock.Referee moves into position to check to make sure it'snot a choke. Smart move here by the Mystery Man.He's already damaged the chin... put even more into itwith the chinlock. Very smart wrestling on the partof The Mystery Man.

MM: Wow. The way he's fighting, you'd almost thinkit was ME under that mask!

LH: I don't think that mask is flexible enough tostretch out when your ego would invariably inflate.

MM: HEY!

LH: Both men get to their feet... Ebola ducksunderneath the chinlock, and reverses it into ahammerlock. TMM looks to both sides.... ducksunderneath himself and reverses the hammerlock himself.

MM: Reaching over his head, Ebola grabs a handful ofthe black man's mask! Yeah! Pull it off, Ebola!

LH: NO! The Mystery Man pushes off on Ebola Zaire...who goes winging towards the ropes. The Mystery Manattempts to readjust the mask, as Ebola bouncesback...

MM: TMM flat to the canvas, Ebola hops over and intothe opposing ropes...

LH: Ebola back, Mystery Man up... LEAPFROG over Ebola, who returns to the near ropes...

MM: The Man In Black drops down onto his back....Ebola bounces back... TMM's feet up in the air, catchEbola in the stomach...

LH: EBOLA CAUGHT IN A REVERSE MONKEY FLIP!!! AND DOWNTO THE CANVAS. Quick cover here...ONE!TWO!!TH--Kickout!

MM: Almost three, but he gets the shoulder up! Ebolais really catching the short end of the stick so far,tonight.

LH: This is true. But wasting no time is our maskedman, for he slides quickly over and applies acrossface on Ebola. He is just so crisp and textbook.

MM: Lots of weardown moves being applied by ourmystery contestant. Solid maneuvering, but notexactly the most exciting wrestling you can find.

LH: Well, we can't all be Georgia ChampionshipWrestling... breaking dozens of fire codes by settinga 15 foot wooden cage ablaze inside an arena.

MM: I think Logan's saving that for DN8. Luke TheFire Marshall versus Meltdown.

LH: Ugh. That's bad. Even for you, that's bad.

MM: Thanks.

LH: Crossface still applied... Ebola looking for anescape... reaches for the ropes...

MM: He's close. He should be able to reach. Yep!He reached!

LH: Referee calling for the break here, as Ebola makes it to the ropes. The Mystery Man rolls out ofthe hold, and springs lightly to his feet, while Ebolaquickly slides to the outside to get a breather.

MM: He needs one.

LH: Referee beginning the count on Ebola Zaire...

MM: Zaire looks to be taunting the masked man to joinhim on the outside, but he's having no part of it.He's quiet happy to wait for Ebola to return.3...4...5...

MM: Ebola yelling at the masked dude to get hisskinny ass out of the ring.

LH: Yeah, insult him. That'll work.8...9...

LH: And Ebola slides back in the ring to break thecount.

MM: Wasn't able to convince the masked... Whoops!Ebola just rolled out again... must be wanting to tryit again.

LH: Doesn't he get it? The Mystery Man isn't goingto join him.

MM: Well maybe if he gets really bored waiting thereinside the ring, he WILL go on out.

LH: Don't count on it.5...6...

LH: Referee continues the count...8...9...

MM: Ebola back to the apron, rolling under the bottomrope to break the count once again-

LH: OOOOOH!!!!! BASEBALL SLIDE BY THE MAN INBLACK!!! Connects with Ebola's face, and Zaire fallsback out of the ring.

MM: Caught him napping on that one. Once again, ourmystery man in showing us a lot here tonight.

LH: And now that Ebola is down to the floor in a heapof pain, the Mystery Man goes to the outside to pickhim up. He grabs Ebola by his dreadlocks and tosseshim back into the ring.

MM: TMM back up to the apron... too much time!!!

LH: EBOLA'S UP!!! SHOULDER TO THE MIDSECTION!!!

MM: How did he get up from that?

LH: I don't know... but he has the masked man dazed with that shoulder block. Ebola up on his feet...locks the man in, lifts him up...

MM: HIGH VERTICAL SUPLEX!!!

LH: AND...

MM: DOWN!!! To the canvas goes our masked man. Onceagain, the tables have turned.

LH: And now that he has things back in his favor,Ebola is no longer dilly-dallying about. He goesright after his opponent, picks him up...

MM: Pumphandle Slam...

LH: And DOWN to the canvas goes The Mystery Man onceagain. That looked like that really hurt him...

MM: Solid contact on that shot.

LH: Hooks the leg! Cover!ONE!TWO!!THREE-- NO!!!

LH: Only two! Only two! Referee waived off thatthird slap of the mat! Our Mystery Man JUST BARELYsnuck out of that one.

MM: Very just barely.

LH: Zaire almost had it! He smells that he's gettingclose. Back once more. Kick to the midsection...another kick... stomp to the head... really workinghim over quite well.

MM: If only he didn't look like such a moron in thosepants...

LH: Get over it. Zaire lifts him up once more...PILRDRIVER...

MM: BOOOOOM!!!!! He connected! Cover! This isit!!!ONE!TWO!!THRE-

MM: NOOOOOO!!!!!

LH: Whoo! That was too close!

MM: But it's the end! We can all smell it! Ebolacan too!

LH: Ebola Zaire gets to his feet once more. Grabsthe Mystery Man... front face lock!!!

MM: Lifts him up!!! Slingshot off the top rope!!!

LH: INFECTED NEEDLE!!! INFECTED NEEDLE!!! SlingshotD.D.T.!!!

MM: This is it!!!ONE!TWO!! THREE!?!

LH: KICKOUT!!! KICKOUT!!! MY GOD, HOW DID HE EVERMANAGE THAT?

MM: Jesus! This guy...

LH: Kicking out of the Infected Needle...

MM: Ebola can't believe it either. He throws hishands up into the air, asking the gods what it's goingto take to keep this guy down.

LH: God only knows, Mike... but Ebola grabs him oncemore.

MM: Referee moves around for a better position and-

***CLANG***

MM: HEY?!? WHAT THE!?!

LH: Somebody just clocked the referee off the back ofthe head with a chair! Some tall guy in a whitemask!!! He's up on the apron!!! Where in the helldid he comes from?

MM: Uh... out of the crowd, I guess! The referee waswatching both Ebola and the Masked Man, so he knows it wasn't either of them. Whose side is this guy on?

LH: Ebola turns around to face this new individual.The white masked man steps through the ropes andenters the ring, still holding the steel chair.

MM: The other Mystery Man just now starting tostir... he's been knocked silly by the InfectedNeedle.

LH: The guy in the white mask has Ebola's purpleMarauder mask. Ebola had tossed it into the crowdearlier when he removed it. How'd he get it?

MM: Maybe he was in the crowd and caught it?

LH: I don't know. But he's signalling Ebola to putthe mask back on, and be The Purple Marauder oncemore. And the crowd are cheering him on to do it.

MM: Funny that they don't seem to care that this guyjust whalloped one of the officials with a chair.

LH: That's cause we haven't seen any funny stuff yet. Ebola opens the mask up and slides it over-

***CLANG***

LH: NO! NO! The man in the white mask just nailedEbola with the chair as well! He was so busy slidingthe mask on, Ebola never saw the shot coming!

MM: Well, he was kind of blase about some masked guyinterefering in the match...

LH: The white masked man quickly slides out of thering... he gives one shake to referee to start him on the road to consciousness.

MM: And the other Mystery Man sees Ebola down on the mat! He crawls over...

LH: Oh, not like this!

MM: It's not The Mystery Man's fault! He was outduring that entire exchange. all he sees is Eboladown on the mat.

LH: But it's still not right.

MM: The ref is coming to, and our man in blackreaches over and slaps on a Cobra Clutch!

LH: Oh, he's already out! What's the point?

MM: Referee crawls over himself... Ebola not movingone bit. Ref raises the arm!

[The arm drops.]

ONE!

MM: Raises it up again!

[The arm drops.]

TWO!!

MM: Third time's the charm!!!

LH: This is a travesty of justice!

[The arm drops.]

THREE!!!

[DING! DING! DING!]

MM: The Mystery Man has done it! With a littleoutside assistance... expected or no.

LH: This is... I can't believe it...

MM: Ebola must have really pissed someone off.

LH: But to interupt this match in the Tournament?

MM: Hey, Ebola was here... the camera's were here.Heck, I think he should have been hit at the beginningfor looking the way he did.

LH: You're amazing.

RA: The winner of the match... THE MYSSSTERYYYMANNNNN!!!!!

[The crowd gives off a fairly weak cheer for thewinner, which surprises him just a little bit. Thereferee checks on Ebola, trying to get him woken up,and the man in the black mask turns around to help outas well. This sign of sportsmanship warms the crowd abit, and they give him a better cheer this time.]

MM: Now this is so pukingly sweet, I could vomit.

LH: Aim for the Spanish Announcing Table. Don't ruinours.

MM: Okay.

[Ebola shakes off the chair shot a little bit, and seeing that he's regained consciousness, the MysteryMan puts a hand on the refs shoulder to confirm thatEbola will be taken care off, then moves to the ropesand slips down to the concrete. To a fairly nicecheer he makes his way back up the ramp, and he thenpasses through the curtain.]

[link to cruiserweight title match]

**The Cruiserweight title match is missing, due to personal problems with the writer.**

"BAD BOY" BOBBY POLO defeated "Suicide personified" Sid Snow by pinfall after a shooting star press from Snow was missed, and Polo hit a double arm DDT.

LH: Much congrats go to the "Bad Boy"!

MM: What ever. He got lucky. That's all I have to say.

LH: Tough aren't ya. but, what a night it has been thus far!

MM: You ain't kidding either! First, this damn llama keeps howling behind me chanting who he thinks the mystery man is, and now we have to sit here and watch the mid card forlife wrestlers in some cheesy battle royal!

LH: I will have to disagree with you on this one, Mike. These are the future of the MWA. Being that one of the "Big" names will be retiring here tonight!

MM: Yeah, and it is going to be that punk, Tony Pride! You watch! I got a feeling on this one!

LH: If so, it would be a blow not only to the MWA, but the council as a whole!

MM: Blah, Blah, Blah!

LH: Anyway, lets get to the ring for the introductions!

[The screen pans around to the ring. There are already a great mass of men in the ring. Looking at each other carefully. Examining who will partake in the beatings they can dish out. Then the camera pans back to the aisle way. Another man is making his entrance to the ring.]

[The lights in the arena begin to flicker as a hush falls over the crowd.Loud, terrorizing screams are echoing from the speakers. The fansimmediately direct their attention to the DevilTron to catch a glimpse of alarge bird seemingly descending upon its prey. Just then, the arena becomespitch black and an eerie tune blasts from the speakers...]

##I see a red door and I want it painted black

##No colors anymore I want them to turn black

[The song is "Paint it Black" by The Rolling Stones. The fans cannot seeanything that may be happening, their ears continue to be penetrated by thememusic...]

##I look inside myself and see my heart is black

##I see my red door and it has been painted black

[The crowd begins to get rowdy; anticipating the lights being turned back on. Suddenly, the brightens up in a flash and the squinting fans turn toward thering to witness the cold and mysterious Blackbird wearing his traditionalblack tights with white stripes down the side, his tanned body is glisteningin the lights as he points to the sky. The fans begin to cheer wildly asBlackbird's Manager Anthony Milo removes the white towel from Blackbird'sshoulder and positions himself ringside...]

##Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts

##It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

[Blackbird jumps into the ring. Points to the sky and then points to Johnny Wai!]

LH: I think Blackbird is sending a message to Johnny Wai.

MM: Yeah, too bad Johnny Wai is going to kick his AS--

LH: As we speak, Shotgun Daniel Smith is the last guy to make it to the ring.

[The opening of "Wynona's Big Brown Beaver" by Primus begins to play throughout the arena]

Ring announcer: Now, making his way to the ring. He stands at 6' 5" andweighs in at 271 lbs. He is a former 2-time MWA television champion andformer tag team champion. Here is Daniel "Shotgun" Smith!!!

[Out walks Smith from behind the curtains. He has on his normal red t-shirtwith "Shotgun" printed in black across the back, black boots and jeans. He has a metal crutch underneath his left arm. As he makes his way to the ring, he limps on his hurt left leg, wincing in pain everytime he steps down on the leg. Most fans boo, while a few drunks shout "Cripple! Cripple!" When hearrives at the ring, he drops the crutch on the outside, and rolls under thebottom rope. He struggles to stand up, but does, and he then rests in acorner.]

MM: Look at the gimp! What the hell does he hope to accomplish? Hell, he doesn't even have a leg.

LH: But he has heart! And that is what is measured here in the MWA!

MM: Blah, blah, blah.

LH: The referee is giving some final instructions and is now jumping out of the way. All the men in the ring are just staring at each other!

MM: Hello? This is a battle royal! Can we see some blood already?

LH: And Unleaded makes the first move! He dives at the feet of Jay Hawke! And the rest follows lead! It's mayhem in side of that ring right now!

MM: 'Bout time too! Jovan Bolo is taking it to Luke Warm! The two of them are giving each other the boots..the boots..the boots a radical!

LH: Huh?

MM: You are so un hip Higgins!

LH: Paul Cueffos and Richard Justice are double teaming up on Daniel Smith!

MM: Smart strategy there! The man is down and out, and he is probably the easiest to eliminate right now!

LH: I'll have to agree with you on that one, Mike. As it is, Daniel is down in the corner and both men are laying the boots to him. Cueffos and Justice are talking to each other. It seems they are planning on what they are to do... The both turn to Smith, and Smith gives them a low blow!

MM: Oooooh. I don't think those guys will have any children any time soon.

LH: Smith gets up and pokes Cueffos in the eyes! Paul is down on the mat screaming in pain. Smith turns his attention to Richard Justice. Justice is regrouping, but is back up to his feet. Smith and Justice are staring at each other.

MM: Check it out on the other side of the ring! Juan Antonio Silva and Johnny Magnum is about to eliminate Blackbird! Silva and Magnum have Blackbird up on the top rope! Blackbird is completely over the top and is hanging by the tip of his fingers!

LH: Violent Vermin has just clotheslined Magnum in the back of the head and Magnum has just hung himself on the bottom rope. Meanwhile, Blackbird was able to slide under the rope. He is back to safety.

MM: Personally, I think Vermin should helped Magnum eliminate that freak, but I like seeing Magnum get his!

LH: Huh?

MM: Vermin is kicking Magnum in the back of the head! Vermin with an Elbow drop to the back of the head of Magnum! Vermin picks Magnum hooks him up in a full nelson! He climbs to the second turnbuckle and DRAGON SUPLEX!!! OFF THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!!

LH: When did you start doing the play by play?

MM: Since when you starting sticking you thumb up your butt! Vermin's head bounces off the mat! Johnny Wai walks in and takes advantage down Vermin and Magnum! Wai bounces off the ropes and drops a DOUBLE LEG DROP! Wai is back up and picks Magnum up by the head. He hooks Magnum up in a vertical SUPLEX! He's holding him up there a long time!

LH: Whoah! Deja Vu just came in and clipped Wai! Magnum came crashing down on top of Wai! Wai is cluthing his knee! Deja Vu is coming in for the kill. He picks up that leg of Wai and a SPINNING TOE HOLD! He is really working on that knee! Boy, we don't see good old fashion moves like that, a move made famous by the Funks!

MM: Now we gotta start talking about a geriatric family that just doesn't know when to quit!

LH: Deja Vu is down on the mat, hooking Wai up in a SURFBOARD! Blackbird is up on the top rop and jumps with a MISSLE DROPKICK to Wai in the stomach!

MM: Wai is gonna have liquid turd for good long while!

LH: That's sick. Really.

MM: What?

LH: Blackbird gets back up. You can tell he is quite happy with what has just transpired! He is walking into the middle of the ring looking for a new opponet!

MM: Oh My God! Did you just see what the Executioner did to Jay Hawke?

LH: Huh?

LH: Well, it's only been a few minutes into the match and we already have our first opponet out of the way! Oooh, and we are close to another elimination, Great Jackson has Daniel Smith on the top turnbuckle and is about to flip him over!

MM: Smith is holding on for dear life! I don't know if he has enough strength to keep him in!

LH: Jackson lays Smith across the top ropes and begins to PUNCH Daniel in the stomach. Trying to weaken his grasp! Jackson tries once again. He lifts Smith up and is trying to throw Smith out physically. SMITH IS OVER!

MM: No, he didn't go to the ground. He is standing on the edge of the ring apron! He is duking it out with Jackson! Smith gives Great Jackson a knee to the stomach...Flips over the top rope...Into a SLINGSHOT SUNSET FLIP! That idiot! Doesn't he know that this isn't that type of match?

LH: Humans are creatures of routine! It just comes natural! But look, he is really paying for it now! He clinching at that knee...

MM: Whatever...

LH: Fighter Steel with a kick to the back of Smith's head! Smith is out cold, and laying limp in the middle of the ring! Wait, he's not quite out! He's crawling over to the side of the ring and trying to pull himself up with the ropes! WAIT! BLACKBIRD'S CLIMBING UP ON TOP! This does not look good for Daniel Smith... OH MY GOD! MISSILE DROPKICK TO SMITH! HE GOES THROUGH THE ROPES AND TO THE FLOOR!

MM: Smith is out! And he's out cold on the floor! What a puss...

LH: Blackbird is holding onto the ropes to stand up, that move took a bit out of him as well... Here comes Jovan Bolo! He grabs Blackbird from behind, it looks like a German Suplex... No! Blackbird takes Bolo over with a Snapmare into a Dragon Sleeper! Bolo is screaming in pain now! AND JUAN SILVA OUT OF NOWHERE WITH AN ELBOWDROP ON BLACKBIRD! He's stomping away at both men! He picks up Bolo and ties him up in the ropes, and now he's wailing away!

MM: That idiot should be throwing him over, not making him mad like that!

LH: Blackbird trying to get to his feet, he was stunned by Bolo's elbow.. But here's Paul Cueffos! "976-EVIL 2" tackles Blackbird and sends him to the ground! He stands up with Blackbird's foot in his hand.. Elbowdrop to the hamstring!

MM: He might be getting a little too close to Blackbird's egg nest there...

LH: Cueffos turns around to finish the job on Blackbird, and meets a Luke Warm clothesline!

MM: It looked hot to me.

LH: And now Johnny Magnum grabs Luke Warm from behind! Belly to Back Release Suplex! OH MY GOD, JOHNNY WAI CAUGHT LUKE WARM IN MIDAIR! Hangman's Neckbreaker, and Warm has to be out after that! Wai stands up, soaking in the adulation from the crowd! Now Fighter Steel grabs Wai by the legs and drops him, turning him over for a Boston Crab! But Violent Vermin hits Steel in the face with a Dropkick!

MM: Who's on first? No, who's on second....

LH: Vermin is back on his feet, but NO! He's back down again, courtesy of Unleaded, who nailed him with a Spinwheel Kick! And Unleaded is nailed by Crusader Richard Justice with a frogsplash off the top rope!

MM: And the Delta Knight is down!

LH: King Rich- I mean, Richard Justice is up to his knees, but here comes Deja Vu on the rebound from the ropes... SPIKE BULLDOG ON JUSTICE! Deja Vu hops up, and a legdrop on the back of his neck! Vu picks up Justice and whips him into the corner, and here he comes with a big clothesline! No! Justice gets the foot up right into his face! Deja Vu is stunned, and Justice grabs him for a Powerbomb out of the corner! NO! DEJA VU WITH A FRANKENSTEINER OVER THE TOP ROPE!

LH: NO! He's holding onto the ropes, his feet haven't touched the ground yet! He's pulling himself through the middle rope! Unleaded is back on his feet and charges towards Deja Vu! VU DROPS DOWN! Drop toehold on Unleaded, and he bounces into the ropes, right into Deja Vu! Vu's got him up for an Atomic Drop.. And crotches him right on the ropes!

MM: You know, if that was Ebola Zaire...

LH: Don't even start.

MM: ... He could've been electrocuted...

LH: I'm warning you Masters! Unleaded is in a bad position on the top rope, and now Deja Vu drops down to all fours, obviously exhausted! OH MY GOD! THE GREAT JACKSON SPRINGBOARDS OFF DEJA VU'S BACK AND DROPKICKS UNLEADED OUT OF THE RING!

MM: They're dropping like flies now! C'mon, guys, we've got a timeslot to fill! THINK ABOUT THE PROGRAM!

MM: Which Jackson exactly is the "great" Jackson? Jesse Jackson? Michael Jackson?

LH: Shut up, Mike.

MM: Stonewall Jackson, confederate hero of the Civil War?

LH: Getting back to the match...

MM: Kate Jackson, beloved by all as one of Charlie's Angels?

LH: Great Jackson getting back to his feet after that spectacular move... And here comes Johnny Wai with a Handspring Back Elbow! Jackson almost went over the ropes there, but Wai pulled him back! Wai, throwing away an opprotunity to eliminate an opponent, drops down and takes Jackson off his feet with a legsweep!

MM: Perhaps that great city, Jackson, Mississippi?

LH: Seriously. Shut up. Now. Wai grabbed in a Bear Hug by the Executioner, but nails a Low Blow and turns it into a Tommakazee! Johnny Wai is now up and onto the top rope. He becomes airborne and FROGSPLASHES the Executioner! What a series of moves from this kid!

MM: And who could forget the wonderful portrayal of Action Jackson by the great Carl Weathers!

LH: [Gives Mike the stare.....but is having no effect] On the other side of ring Fighter Steel and Johnny Magnum are really letting into each other! Steel attempts a short arm CLOTHESLINE, Magnum ducks under kicks Steel in the stomach. Steel bends over in pain. Magnum hooks him up DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SLAM! That took a lot out of Magnum tho! He is grabbing at his back!

MM: Are you a fan of baseball?

LH: Huh?

MM: If so, then I have a GREAT deal for you! You can go witness the GREAT Reggie Jackson at WWW.ReggieJackson.com!

LH: Oh, will you please stop!

MM: Hmmm....I can't seem to think of any other Jacksons!

LH: Thank God. Magnum rolls Steel over and puts him into a CAMEL CLUTCH! Which is doing two things! Putting a lot of pressure on Steel's back and letting Magnum catch a breath of air!

MM: Yeah, but look! That is about to be short lived!

LH: Violent Vermin is sneaking up behind Magnum...He is measuring him out.. After all that time he just decides to kick Magnum in the back of the head.

MM: Heh, that was sort of a let down....

LH: Actually, it was, wasn't? Oh well, Magnum falls face forward and is down on the mat. Vermin DROPS A KNEE to the back of Magnum's neck! Magnum must have a stinger, he is screaming in pain now. Vermin continues his attack, slings himself off of the ropes and drops and ELBOW to the same part of the neck!

MM: Uhm, a little advice now...You have Magnum in a lot of pain..ELIMINATE HIM! God, we're working with idiots here!

LH: Well, he must have heard you because he is taking Magnum over to the ropes! Vermin picks Magnum up and tosses him over the top rope! NO! Magnum holds on and is swinging from the top two ropes!

MM: Kick him or something! He's barely hanging on!

LH: Once again, Vermin is connecting with a series of rights and lefts to Magnums face!

MM: Oh my god! Vermin has just been Eliminated!

LH: Amazingly enough, Paul Cueffos is standing in the corner. No one is attacking him at the moment. a great chance for the big guy to take a rest.

MM: Ha! You spoke to soon!

LH: As I have. Cueffos is walking out of the corner and has his sights on one man... The Executioner! The Executioner doesn't see him coming though! Executioner and Johnny Wai have started battling it out on the other side of the ring. Johnny Magnum throws a punch at Cueffos, but Paul puts a hand on Johnny's face and shoves him out of the way!

MM: Damn, that man looks to be pissed about something!

LH: You ain't just whistling Dixie either!

MM: Riiiigggghhhhttt. [rolls eyes]

LH: Look at this, Luke Warm is standing in front of the big man. The two men look at each other. Paul wants through, but Warm wants a piece of "976-EVIL 2".

MM: Warm should just let him walk by. Probably the smartest thing he does all night!

LH: Cueffos connects with a big knee to the stomach of Warm! Warm bends over and Cueffos grabs him by the throat and CHOKESLAM! Warm is in trouble now, Paul has turned all his attention to him! Cueffos bends over and picks Warm up by the ears!

MM: Hey Dumbo!

LH: HUH? Paul picks Warm up and throws him up over his shoulder. Cueffos jumps and Warm comes flying over, A SUPER SIT DOWN POWERBOMB! Oh, that had to hurt! Warm is squirming all over the ring like a worm!

MM: Hey look, I think Blackbird is marking Warm as his own personal property!

LH: Blackbird takes advantage of Cueffos sitting down on the mat. Blackbird flies in with a dropkick to the jaw! Cueffos is knocked backwards, back to the head hitting the mat! Blackbird is back up, into the ropes, and a ROLL OVER BODY SPLASH!

MM: Now, why do they do that whole rolling thing? It seems it would slow down the impact...

LH: It's called showmanship! It's all about the fans!

MM: B'ah!

LH: Blackbird gets over top of Paul Cueffos and begins to wail away on the face! The fans are chanting along how many times he hits him!

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9

10!!!!

MM: *Yawn*

LH: Blackbird is back up to his feet. He begins to flaps his arms! And he falls down with an elbow to the Throat! Cueffos is gasping for air!

MM: Jackson and The Executioner are duking it out now! The Great one pokes The Executioner in the eye! Hmmm, I need another Jackson...

LH: Actually, I have always been a fan of Jackson Pollock, the painter from...

MM: Who in the hell cares, Higgins? Call the match!

LH: Sorry. Anyway, Jackson sets Executioner up on the top turnbuckle! Jackson is climbing up on top with him! Who knows what he is thinking!

MM: I don't.

LH: Jackson picks Exie up and they are both standing on the top turnbuckle!

MM: Just push him over, either of you!

LH: Johhny Magnum is in pretty bad shape, wouldn't you say?

MM: I would. I don't know what happened to this kid, but he has been on a downhill slide for awhile now. But, he is really taking it hard to Deja Vu right now. Vu is all messed up.

LH: Magnum bends Vu over backwords and connects with a REVERSE DDT! Vu is down on the mat. Magnum gets back up and walks over to Luke Warm and Kicks him from the side! Warm turns his attention to Magnum only to be met with a CLOTHESLINE! Magnum is trying to show us he still has it!

MM: Blah blah blah, again. Magnum is doing nothing I haven't ever done!

LH: Yeah, but that was oh so many years ago! Magnum now walks over to Fighter Steel and picks a fight with him. Fighter Steel with a punch, Magnum ducks, Steel spins all around and is NAILED WITH A STUNNER! Steel is now out on the mat as we speak! That's three men in almost as many minutes!

MM: Yeah, but he's not eliminating them! And that is how you win the match!

LH: Too true. Magnum is now charging towards Blackbird his connects with DROP TOE HOLD, and Magnum went throat first into the bottom turnbuckle! Magnums head was whipped back! Blackbird taking advantage immediately! Blackbird spins Magnum around and begins another series of punches to the face! He picks Magnum up and connects with a SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE! Magnum got hit hard on that one!

MM: Yeah, I think Magnum should think of another career myself... Maybe, taxidermy!

LH: Right. Blackbird picks Magnum up and walks him over to the top rope, and gently puts him over the top and to the floor!

LH: Let's check out the action on the other side of the ring. Fighter Steel has Deja Vu down on the mat and has a Choke hold on the man!

MM: I wonder how long he has had that applied, because, Vu looks a little blue all over!

LH: Well, he can continue to hold it because there is no five count in this match.

MM: Duh.

LH: Deja Vu is trying to break free of that hold and kicks Steel on the side of the head. Steel has a good grip on though. Vu with another kick to the head...No luck just yet! OH MY GOD.....

MM: Uhm, is that legal even in this match?

LH: Deja Vu has the Testicular grip on Steel is now turning a nice shade of Green / yellow?

MM: Ouch, ouch, and did I mention, ouch?

MM: They are dropping off like flies now! We are down to five guys! They are all seperated and standing at each individual corner with Paul Cueffos in the middle of the ring.

LH: It appears to be apparent that these men are forming an "Alliance" to get rid of "976-EVIL 2" Paul Cueffos.

MM: That's where I would put my money on.

LH: What in the hell are you talking about?

MM: Uhm, I don't know...

LH: Deja Vu, Luke Warm, Johnny Wai, and Blackbird are shortening the distance and closing in on Paul Cueffos! Paul is wasting no time! He just rushes and bombards Johnny Wai with a big boot to the face! Luke Warm and Deja Vu grab a leg as Blackbird propells himself off of Wai and nails Cueffos with a side kick to the face!

MM: The more I think about it, the more I think it is unfair for Paul to have to endure this from four guys... What the hell is their problem?

LH: Got a soft spot for the guy?

MM: Nah, I thought I would just speak before you had an anuerism.

LH: Ahhh. Warm and Vu have the legs of the fallen Cueffos. They stare at each other and OOOOOHHH.

MM: Hehe, they split that region like a banana!

LH: Nice way to put it! Cueffos is red in the face, as Blackbird flies from the top turnbuckle with a GUILLOTINE LEG DROP! Cueffo's has taken a lot of punishment on the throat the last few minutes or so.. It's a wonder he is still in the ring!

MM: Well, you know he is gonna win!

LH: I don't know about that! All four men are dragging The Evil one to the ropes. They have him set up on top, but they can't get this monster over! He's just to big!

MM: I think I will go back and get a crane for the guys!

LH: What?!?!? Now you want to help them eliminate him? You were just saying...

MM: Get out of the past Higgins! This is the now, and the now demands for Cueffos to be eliminated!

LH: I'm so confused....

MM: Well, Cueffos has his foot wrapped around the bottom rope, so there is no hope of getting him eliminated right now. Johnny Wai whispers something into Luke Warm and the two men attack Deja Vu! They are hammering into him!

LH: Hmm, it seems in this game of everybody for himself, two have banded to form one...

MM: Ah hell! Have you been going to Poetry Night again at MSU?

LH: Hehe, yeah... Warm and Wai throw Vu into the ropes and A DOUBLE DROPKICK!

MM: Man, I haven't seen that since the Rock and Roll Express...

LH: Warm and Wai pick Vu straight up into the air and drop him down across both their knees! These two are working really well together!

MM: Yeah, it's easy when it is two on one if you ask me!

LH: Luke Warm gives Johnny Wai a high five.

MM: What is going on? He should be attacking him...Not giving him high fives!

LH: You must be psychic tonight, Mike! No sooner you said that, than Johnny Wai just drop kicked Luke warm in the knee! Warm is down on the mat screaming in pain! Wai jumps up, and he comes down hard with a legdrop across the back of Warm's neck! He's up, and he's going to do it again! NO! Blackbird just pulled Warm out from under Johnny Wai, and now the Birdman nails him in the face with a Superkick!

MM: He better be careful using that move, he might break his back!

MM: We're down to three, and we've still got time to fill! Ease up, guys!

LH: Wai is picking Blackbird up... The Bird is dazed, I think that Rocker Dropper took him out of the game. Wai coming off the ropes, SPINNING HEADSCISSORS! Amazing move sends Blackbird toward the ropes, but not over. Blackbird looks like he's getting back to his senses, but Wai nails him with a dropkick to the knee! Blackbird down on one knee.. ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE FACE BY WAI!

MM: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Kung Fu hour. I'm your host "Magic" Mikey Chan! Would you like some rice? Cream of sum young gai? That's a joke, folks...

LH: Oh, we're gonna get a phone call about that one... Wai has a Double Underhook, looks like a Tigerbomb on the way.. NO! Blackbird reverses and drops Wai over the top rope! But he lands on the apron! Wai with a springboard Abise kick, shades of the great Hakushi! Wai picks up Blackbird, he's signalling for a Michinoku Driver... Wait! Blackbird's blocking it... He's got Wai! He's got Wai for a suplex! NO! BRAINBUSTER ON WAI! That could've knocked him out!

MM: Man, have you seen how short Wai is? I thought midget wrestling went out in the seventies... Or maybe those Mexicans still like that stuff.

LH: That number is 1-800-MWA-COMPLAINT, folks... Wai and Blackbird aren't moving, and Cueffos is beginning to stir in the corner...

MM: It's about time. He hasn't done anything for the past ten minutes.

LH: Blackbird is now moving, he's rolling over on top of Wai... And he's nailing him with punches to the face! He's getting to his feet, shaky, picks Wai up.. Whip to the ropes.. TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER ON WAI! Blackbird could be getting his second wind.. or third.. or fourth! Quick elbowdrop on Wai, and now Blackbird whips him into the corner.. He's setting him up on the top rope, and I swear if Mike Masters makes one pun about Blackbird flying, I'll kill him!

MM: Damn. You don't have to get so touchy, Larry...

LH: He's got Wai set up on top.. It looks like he's going to try to Dragonsteiner him out of the ring! Here it comes... NO! PAUL CUEFFOS GRABS BLACKBIRD FROM BEHIND! He's got him up on his shoulders.. INVERTED POWERBOMB! Blackbird is out! Blackbird is out! Cueffos picks him up into a Military Press.. OVER THE TOP ROPE INTO THE FIRST ROW!

MM: That's right, folks, here in the MWA, those Golden Circle seats have special meaning! I think it's safe to say that Blackbird's eliminated.

LH: Cueffos turns around... And is met with a Flying Dropkick off the top turnbuckle by Johnny Wai! NO EFFECT ON THE BIG MAN! Johnny Wai getting up, dropkick to the knee! Cueffos is still up, on one leg! Wai back up, and a dropkick to the other knee! Cueffos goes down to his knees! Wai goes into the ropes, FLYING CROSS BODY ON CUEFFOS.. NO! The Evil One catches him.. FALLAWAY SLAM OVER THE TOP ROPE!

MM: And we have a winner! I told you! Cueffos all the way!

LH: NO! Wai is holding on to the top rope... HE FLIPS HIMSELF BACK OVER! He's still in the game! Cueffos is on the other side of the ring celebrating... Wai jumps up, springboards... KICK TO THE BACK OF CUEFFOS'S HEAD! Cueffos goes over the top rope!

MM: I told you Cueffos would never amount to anything! Johnny all the Wai! I mean, Way!

LH: NO! Cueffos hit the apron and rolls back under the bottom rope! The big man's up and angry now... And I mean he looks PISSED!

MM: HIGGINS! Watch your potty-mouth!

LH: Sorry, mama! Cueffos charges into Wai with a clothesline, but Wai ducks! He jumps up on Cueffos's back, and a Sleeper Hold is applied! If he can knock Cueffos out...

MM: How the hell is Wai supposed to pick up CUEFFOS if he knocks him out?! This is an OVER THE TOP ROPE battle royale, you know!

LH: Cueffos struggling to keep conciousness, it looks like Wai's got it on tight... Cueffos charges back-first into the turnbuckle, it looks like he's knocked Wai a little looser.. Now he's running to the ropes... He hits back first and Wai goes over! No! Wai twists around and holds on... He's pulling up Cueffos's legs.. TARANTULA ON CUEFFOS!

MM: How the hell?! They're defying gravity, Higgins!

MM: Okay, we can go home now!

MM: Hey, where's the announcer?

MM: Isn't this match over?

LH: Well, Paul's on the second rope celebrating... Wait, there's some activity in the ring area... OH MY GOD! IT'S SHOTGUN DANIEL SMITH! He's rolling into the ring with a chair... Cueffos doesn't see him!

[KLANG!]

LH: OH MY GOD! You killed Cueffos!

MM: You bastard!

MM: WHAT?!

[Larry grabs his earpiece.]

LH: Mike, I'm getting word that when Daniel Smith was thrown out, it was not OVER the top rope, and therefore he's been in this match all the while, hiding under the ring!

LH: What a match! That actually was a smart move!

MM: Yeah, but damnit! The big guy deserved the win!

LH: Well folks, it’s almost time for one of the most heated Ozark title matches that we’ve had in some time.

MM: Yeah, it’s time for Roadkill to learn obedience at the hands of Pete Logan’s personal attack dog, "The Harbinger" Luke Marshall.

LH: We all know that Roadkill has had gripes with Pete Logan about newcomers getting shots at the gold, after all, it took him six months to get where he is today, and he worked throughout consistant provocation from Pete Logan

MM: But Logan was only trying to show him the right way to be a champion. After all, to be a champion, you can have been about for only a week, but if you have that championship quality, then you will be a champion.

LH: So you think that Roadkill doesn’t have that? The man worked his way from the undercard, to hold the most fabled hardcore title in the NWC today. After all that this man has been through, how can you say that he doesn’t have that star quality?

MM: I’m saying that he doesn’t have the pedigree to be a champion. Not against the likes of Luke Marshall anyway.

LH: What is it with all these dog metaphors? Don’t you think that Marshall said enough of that this past week?

MM: I didn’t think you watched the interviews?

LH: What’s the matter? Did I find your source of comedy?

MM: Shut up.

LH: Let’s get down to ringside folks.

KH: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall, under Ozark moutain rules, is for the Ozark Mountain championship!

[The crowd produces a big pop in expectation of the upcoming violence.]

KH: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, may I announce to you, the special guest referee for this match…

LH: Special guest referee? This wasn’t scheduled.

MM: This can only mean that Pete Logan has plans for Roadkill.

LH: Logan stacking the deck against Roadkill? Now there’s something new.

KH: He is the former Ozark mountain champion. He is….. EUROPA!!!!!

LH: Good Lord! Europa is the special guest referee!

MM: Oh yes, this is brilliant.

LH: For those of you that have been in a hole somewhere for the past couple of months, roadkill took the Ozark title from Europa, without ever actually pinning him.

MM: Yup. And since then, Europa has been trying to get some gold back around his waist. Could it be, that Europa is looking for payback here?

LH: How unbiased can this man be?

[The lights dim and out from the speakers comes a the steady military rhythm of a snare drum. Soon, it's joined by a sombre, dirge-like, synthesised moan. All in all, it's a creepy, foreboding piece of music. As the crowd begins to hush a bit, out through the entranceway steps "The Harbinger" Luke Marshall. He's wearing his typical ring attire of plain black slacks (ah-la Steve Blackman) and black boots. A solid gold chain hangs around his neck and it glistens under the arena lights.]

KH: Here is the challenger... from Logan's Lake, British Columbia...here is "The Harbinger" LUUUUUKE MAAAAARSHALLLLLLLLLL!!

[Down to the ring Marshall strolls. His ever-perfect coif of light brown hair stands firmly in place as he makes his way impassively past the fans to the ring apron. He pulls himself up by the bottom rope and steps in through the middle and top topes.]

KH: His opponent, hailing from Bronx, New York and weighing in at 243 pounds... He is the self proclaimed NWC WORKHORSE AND THE UNDISPUTED MWA OZARK MOUNATIN CHAMPION... RRROOOAAADDDKKKIIILLLLLL!!!

[As the announcer's voice fades the famous opening guitar rifs to KoRn's "Justin" plays as Roadkill steps out onto the entrance ramp ad stands there waiting for...]

FUCK ALL THAT BULLSHIT

[After these words Roadkill begins to walk down the aisle. He wears a pair of jean shorts and a white T-shirt, just plain no special writing on it, and his Ozark Title is around his waist. Once he reaches about half way down the aisle he tosses the shirt off, runs straight to the ringside area, before sliding under the bottom rope into the ring he drops his belt]

DING DING DING

LH: And there’s no delay in getting this one started. Roadkill slid in and grabbed the ankles of the "Harbinger" and took him down. Now Roadkill, hammering away with big right hands to the head of Luke Marshall.

MM: But Marshall is covering up well. This boy knows how to fight.

LH: Marshall just flipped Roadkill, now Marshall hammering away at the head of Roadkill, and although Roadkill took a couple, he is covering up as well.

MM: Roadkill trying to squeeze his leg in there, trying to get enough force to…

LH: Yes! Roadkill kicks Marshall off. Both men up, Marshall a little quicker…..

MM: Double clothesline! Both men go down again.

LH: What a lightning paced start to this match.

MM: But that’s not going to suit Roadkill one bit. Marshall is the quicker of the two, and Roadkill cannot win that type of match.

LH: Marshall getting to his feet, as Roadkill slides to the outside. Roadkill looking under the ring for something. Perhaps some kind of weapon to use against the challenger.

MM: Marshall now heading over towards the ropes. Looking maybe for a plancha…

LH: GOOD LORD! Roadkill with an incredible chairshot! As Marshall came into the last stages of his descent, Roadkill pulled out a chair and absolutely waffled Luke Marshall with it!

MM: That has to go down as one of the most vicious chairshots in NWC history. But why is this match still going?

LH: It’s no-DQ, Mike. Remember?

MM: Roadkill now picking up the hired gun, rolling him into the ring. But look at the guts on that kid. Marshall is slowly getting back to his feet.

LH: But Roadkill is there, looking to deliver yet another sickening chairshot to the head of the challenger. Roadkill draws back…

MM: Europa held the chair! He’s asking him to stop!

LH: Why? It’s no-DQ?

MM: Have you no soul? Marshall is hurt, and Europa has to check if he’s OK to carry on.

LH: Come on. It’s no-DQ, Marshall knew that when he signed for this match. He should be willing to take the consquences.

MM: But at what cost?

LH: And look at that. Europa is quickly saying that Marshall is fit to continue. Europa finally out of the way, and Roadkill is setting the chair up now!

MM: Roadkill moving over to Marshall, hooking his head…

LH: And Marshall just collapsed on the floor. He’s just playing for time here.

MM: If he is, then it’s a smart move. After that chairshot, Marshall has got to be disoriented.

LH: Roadkill beginning to lose his patience he goes and picks up the chair. Marshall laying on the ground trying to regain some energy.

MM: Roadkill getting ready to swing the chair brings it back and Europa rips it out of his hands!

LH: He then goes over to Europa and pushes him and Europa drops the chair. Roadkill now bad mouthing Europa. He better watch out, Luke is up and has the chair that Europa dropped.

MM: While that is happening Roadkill grabs Europa. Luke sneaking up from behind. He taps Roadkill on the shoulder and...

WACK!

WACK!

WACK!

LH: Three vicous chairshots to the head of Roadkill!

MM: But look Roadkill isn't down he is only staggering! Luke now backing up. I think he is going to try and rip off Roadkill's head with this chairshot!

LH: He runs at Roadkill and goes to knock his head off, but Roadkill ducks. Luke turns around and is hit with a hard lariat from Roadkill when he turns around.

MM: Roadkill still a little mad with Europ still walks over to him and is bad mouthing him some more. Luke is getting up again too...

LH: Luke going for a double-axe handle on Roadkill, but Roadkill senses it and turns around and kicks Luke in the gut.

MM: He then goes for another lariat but Luke ducks that. Roadkill turns around and kicks Roadkill right in his knee.

LH: Roadkill seems to be in a lot of pain now.

MM: Europa now grabs a chair and hands it to Luke. Luke takes a swing and...

WACK!

LH: That has got to hurt. Right to Roadkill's right knee. Luke now grabbing Roadkill's knee and applying some pressure to it.

MM: What is this?

LH: What do you mean?

MM: I thought this thing was suppose to be Ozark rules and he's doing a wear down move?!?!

LH: Oh anyway... now Luke stomping away on Roadkill's knee. This is a smart thing to do. Wear down the bigger opponent.

MM: Actually that is boring. He should like pull out a sword and chop his leg off... yeah that would be cool!

LH: That's sick.

MM: Come on Luke do something cruel and unhuman to him!

LH: Luke picks up Roadkill and throws him into the ring. Luke now looking underneath the table for something.

MM: Find a sword!

LH: And Luke pulls out a table and puts it into the ring. He slides into the ring and now sets up the table in the corner.

MM: He knows picks up Roadkill and tries to whip him into the table, but Roadkill reverses it and Marshall goes through the table!

LH: Roadkill seeming to still be injured falls down too. What the hell?!?!

MM: Europa goes over to Marshall and drags his body over and on top of Roadkill. Europa then counts...

1...

2...

LH: And Roadkill kicks out easily as he wasn't injured too badly.

MM: Roadkill now getting up. He picks up Marshall and whips him into the ropes.

LH: Roadkill bounces off the other side of the ropes and then hits a spear!!!

MM: Now on top of Marshall he starts pounding away on his face! Bust him open! We want blood!

LH: But Wait! Europa pulls Roadkill off of Marshall and telling him no closed fists. Roadkill pushes Europa away and Europa punches Roadkill in the back of the head!

MM: This is great they're double teaming on Roadkill!

LH: No this isn't fair. Luke Marshall is now beating on Roadkill in the ring while Europa is on the outside of the ring looking for some kind of weapon.

MM: Meanwhile in the ring Luke now using a piece of the table to choke Roadkill.

LH: Europa now coming back in the ring and he has a freakin cheese grater!! Why the hell is that underneath the ring?!?!

MM: Who knows, and who cares this is going to be great!

LH: Europa tosses the cheese grater to Luke and Luke begins to rub it across Roadkills face.

MM: Luke takes the cheese grater away from Roadkill's face and raises it into the air. You can now see that Roadkill's face is covered in blood!

LH: Europa now slaps high fives with Luke. This is a waist of time. He should be trying to hurt Roadkill some more!

MM: You are actually right for once.

LH: Anyway Luke drops the cheese grater and turns around. He goes over to Roadkill and tries to pick him up, but Roadkill hits him with a low blow!

MM: Roadkill then punches Luke in the jaw and then grabs the cheese grater. He begins to rub it all over Luke's face!

LH: Europa grabs Roadkill to stop, but Roadkill turns around and clocks Europa in the face! Finally he fights back against Europa.

MM: He should DQ him now! That was uncalled for!

LH: Oh well! Roadkill continues to rub that cheese grater in Marshall's face!

MM: Europa now sliding to the outside of the ring and he grabs a chair! Europa rolls into the ring and tries to hit Roadkill with the chair, but Roadkill moves out of the way!

LH: YES! Europa just hit Luke in the face. Roadkill now getting up and grabs the chair from Europa. He know hits Europa with the chair!

MM: Is he crazy?!?! Does he want to be DQed?!?!

LH: Roadkill now whips Europa into the one corner. He now picks up Luke and whips him into Europa.

MM: Now backing up, he runs at the two and tries to splash them but them move out of the way!

LH: Europa and Luke Marshall now begin to beat up Roadkill in the corner. Europa continues to beat on Luke in the corner while Luke goes to the outside of the ring.

MM: Luke going underneath the ring for something, and, and he has a ladder! Yes he can do some damage with this!

LH: This can't be good for Roadkill.

MM: Ya think?

LH: Luke bringing the ladder into the ring. Europa lays out Roadkill in the center of the ring and Roadkill doesn't seem to be moving.

MM: Luke now begins to climb the ladder.

LH: Don't tell me he is going to jump off of that! That's 15 feet up!

MM: Luke is at the top a Europa moves out of the way. Luke jumps and...

LH: Roadkill moves out of the way and Luke hits hard! Roadkill now goes over to Luke and covers him up, this could be it...

1...

1 1/2...

2...

2 1/2...

MM: Europa won't finish the count! Roadkill is getting pretty ticked off now. He now closes the ladder and lays it on the ground.

LH: Roadkill picks up Luke Marshall and a powerbomb onto the ladder! Jeez that has got to hurt a bit!

MM: I don't know sooner or later Europa may have to finish the count... but I seriously doubt he will!

LH: You are probably right. Now Roadkill kicking Marshall's body out of the ring. Europa now outside trying to help Marshall up.

MM: They don't realize that Roadkill is up on the top rope. They both turn to look at Roadkill and a plauncha off the top rope from Roadkill that knocks both Europa and Luke Marshall down!

LH: Roadkill is on fire! Someone from the crowd just threw a frying pan out to the entrance. Roadkill goes over and picks it up.

MM: Marshall is getting up he is a little wabbly. He turns around and...

CLANK!

LH: I think Luke's head just made an indent on that frying pan! Europa is getting up now.

MM: Roadkill walks over to him. He now hits him in the gut with the frying pan then hits a hard ddt on the concrete.

LH: Man o' Man, Roadkill is just cleaning house here.

MM: Yes he is, but for pete's sake he's beating up the damn referee!

LH: Hey that is Europa's fault for interfering in this match!

MM: No he was just trying to do his sacred refering duty and protect the wrestlers here.

LH: That's a crock of... ya know. Lets just get back to the match. While we were talking Roadkill was hitting Europa and Marshall with the frying pan.

MM: Now some how Roadkill has a pair of brass knuckles and is on top of Europa and beating the living hell out of him.

LH: Roadkill is concentrating on beating the ref too much, that he is not concentrating on his opponent, because Luke is up and has the frying pan in his hands.

MM: He takes the frying pan and wacks Roadkill in the back of the head. Luke now falls down from exhaustion!

LH: Europa, Luke Marshall, and Roadkill are all out. I remind you that Europa is not in this match and is just the ref who is very impartial!

MM: Well now Luke is getting up and Roadkill is getting up too. Europa is still on the ground trying to regain conscious.

LH: Roadkill and Marshall walk to each other and begin to exchange punches.

MM: But in the middle of it Marshall pokes Roadkill in the eyes. Luke kicks Roadkill in the gut.

LH: Luke now putting Roadkill's head between his legs. What is he going to do here on the outside of the ring?

MM: He lifts him up in a piledriver position. Luke puts his arms around Roadkill's one leg and a spiked piledriver!

LH: All I am going to say about that is OUCH!

MM: Luke goes for a pin, but Europa is still down and hurt. Marshall now walking over to Europa and dragging him to where Roadkill is laying.

LH: Marshall covers Roadkill and grabs Europa's hand and pounds Europa's hand to the mat for the...

1...

2...

3...

MM: Marshall has won!

LH: No! No! No! The ref is pretty much knocked out and can't count so the match goes on!

MM: That isn't fair! Luke had this match won!

LH: Like the old saying goes, Life's not fair.

MM: Shut up! Luke trying to revive his new found friend Europa so he can count.

LH: Roadkill on the other hand is still out on the outside of the ring. Wait a second Roadkill now crawling over to the guardrail to try and help him get back up.

MM: Luke and Europa are up. And the two turn around and Roadkill hits them with a double clothesline. Roadkill now picks up Marshall and rolls him back into the ring.

LH: Roadkill picking up Luke and whips him into the ropes. Roadkill lets him run by for a second then puts him in a sleeper!

MM: This could be lights out for Luke Marshall. Luke is slowly fading away and Roadkill is applying more pressure so he does fade away.

LH: Wait look who is sliding into the ring!

MM: It's Europa who is regaining his composure!

LH: Europa creeping up on Roadkill. He grabs a chair which is already in the ring and...

WACK!

MM: What a swing by Europa!

LH: You can say that again.

MM: What a swing by Europa!

LH: I didn't mean that literally! I just meant... er... nevermind!

MM: Ok well in the ring Europa drags Luke Marshall on top of Roadkill and begins to count...

1...

1 1/2...

2...

2 1/2...

2 3/4...

LH: That was a quick count, but Roadkill still managed to get his hand up at the last second.

MM: That wasn't a quick count, that was beautifully timed counting.

LH: I wonder who you're routing for...

MM: I'm routing for no one. I am an announcer that is not biased.

LH: Sure you are. Now in the ring Roadkill and Marshall are getting up. Europa goes over to Roadkill and grabs him from behind.

MM: He is telling Luke to go pick up the chair and Luke obliges.

LH: Luke now walks over to where Europa is holding Roadkill. Luke takes the chair and rams it into Roadkill's stomach.

MM: Now what the hell is this?!?!

LH: What are you talking about?

MM: Look at the entrance!

LH: Good Gawd! It is The Hunter! What is he doing here? I mean I know he has the NWC title match tonight, but why is he here now?!?!

MM: Who knows!

LH: Luke is now choking the hurt Roadkill in the center of the ring and the ref, Europa, is pretending that he doesn't even see it.

MM: Luke lets go and goes for the cover...

1...

1 1/2...

2...

LH: No Roadkill is not going to go down that easily!

MM: He better go down easily, because...

LH: Who cares he is going to keep fighting like he should do!

MM: Well I still want to know why The Hunter is down here, back to the match and Luke is getting up and picking up Roadkill at the same time.

LH: Roadkill is putting up a fight and punching Luke in the gut. Roadkill now up running off the ropes goes for a crossbody block and hits it!

MM: The cover...

LH: Wait a second Europa is refusing to count and Roadkill is up and looks very pissed off!

MM: Roadkill gets up and begins beating the hell out of Europa's face. He backs him into a corner and begins to stomp a mud hole in him.

LH: Luke trying to sneak up on Roadkill, but Roadkill turns around in the neck of time and beats on him.

MM: Roadkill whips him into the ropes and kicks him in the gut then lifts him up. What's this? ROUTE 66!!!

LH: He covers him up...

MM: And Europa still won't count!

LH: Look who's coming down to the ring... it's The Hunter! He slides in the ring and taps Europa on his shoulder.

MM: Europa turns around and The Hunter now kicking the living crap out of Europa.

LH: Hunter throws him into the ropes and Europa slides underneath the bottom rope and is trying to run away from The Hunter.

MM: He better watch out, because Hunter comes out right after him!

LH: The two begin to fight outside and Hunter just hit Europa with a clothesline to hit him over the guardrail.

MM: They are now fighting through the crowd meanwhile in the ring Roadkill is standing up watching the Hunter beat up Europa.

LH: How is there going to be a winner now?!?!

MM: Now wait a second! Who is coming down to the ring now? It doesn't look like a ref, because they don't have a white stripped shit on!

LH: I think it's Pete Logan!

MM: What?!?!

LH: I said Pete Logan!

MM: He has something in his hands. Roadkill is still looking at the Hunter fighting Europa in disgust at the turn of events.

LH: Pete Logan just handed Luke Marshall something!

MM: This can't be good for Roadkill.

LH: Luke is up and he taps Roadkill on his shoulder. Roadkill turns around and...

WACK!

MM: Roadkill just collapsed in the ring from that weapon that Luke has.

LH: Marshall is now covering up Roadkill but there is no referee!

MM: What the hell Pete Logan just took of his blazer and has a ref shirt on he slides in the ring and begins the count...

1...

2...

3...

LH: I don't think Luke got him!

MM: What are you talking about, Roadkill is knocked out completely!

KH: Ladies and gentleman, the winner of this match and NEW OZARK MOUNTAIN CHAMPION, he is "THE HARBINGER" LUKE MARSHALL!!!

LH: Roadkill was screwed out of this match!

MM: No, he just wasn't...ummm... prepared! Mr. Logan is a genius!

LH: Well Pete Logan now helping Luke Marshall get his new found gold. The two begin to walk down the aisle looking at the hurt Roadkill.

MM: But look at Roadkill he is getting up and rolling out of the ring. He slowly begins to run after Luke Marshall and Pete Logan.

LH: Luke and Pete realize it and run to the back with Roadkill in hot pursuit.

LH: What a great night so far, Mike!

MM: You don't need to tell me that, you ninny... I'vebeen sitting right here!

LH: Well folks, if tonight has been something specialfor you, it's about to get even better. Still to comeof course is our World Title Match between The Hunterand Manson, as well as our fight for the #1contendership to the World Tag Straps. But right now,the beautiful-as-always Jessica LaRue is standing inthe ring with a very special segment.

MM: Waitaminute! There isn't anything scheduled!

LH: There is now! Take it away Jessica!

MM: I've got a bad feeling about this.

[The gorgeous First Lady of the MWA stands in thecenter of the ring, clad in a most stunning low-cut sequined outfit, hugging her ample curves ever sosnug. She runs a hand through her long flowing hair,and most of the men in the first few rows startwhistling and howling for her.]

[Some of the less cultured men in the stands start upa chant of "Show Your T*ts!", and this catches herear. She turns to the small group of about the 15 orso drunken louts, and gives them a coy, little smile.She purses her lips a bit to the pigs, leans overever-so-slightly, allowing the front of her dress toopen just a bit (which provokes even more howls fromthe swine), and then...]

[...suddenly stands bolt upright again with a scowl onher face, and gives the finger to the obnoxiousretards.]

JL: Give it up you dorks! You guys have know ideawhat it takes to get me... don't even bother thinkingabout it.

[This brings up a huge cheer from the crowd(especially the females), and the fifteen men, nowdeservedly chastised, all sit back down dejectedly intheir seats.]

JL: That's right girls... only let 'em have a taste when you know they can appreciate the cuisine!

[The audience rolls in the aisles with laughter.]

JL: But now, let me bring out a pair of guys who cantaste me any time!!!

MM: [shocked] What?!? WHAT?!? What did she say?

LH: Um... ahhh... well...

JL: They weren't supposed to be here tonight, but astheir next defense won't be until this Saturday, theydecided to drop in and pay all of you fans in Missouri a little visit! They are... the National WrestlingCouncil's...

[Big cheer.]

JL: WORLD!!! TAG!!! TEAM!!! CHAMPIONS!!!....

[Bigger cheer.]

JL: DARREN FURY! CHARLIE NAV!

[Biggest cheer.]

JL: DEF!!!!! CON!!!!! ONNNNNEEEEE!!!!!

[This is all it takes for the crowd to go nuts.]

[As always, when the best technical wrestling team inthe whole NWC gets announced, people leap to theirfeet, their arms go high in the air, and the sound ofthe explosion knocks your breath away.[The strains of "Armageddon It" blast from the arena speakers, the curtains part, and from backstage,stride the thrice-defended World Tag Team Champions,their belts strapped securely around their waists.There is a mad rush of young boys and girls to thebarriers holding off the entrance ramp, and they reachout their hands in hopes of just a touch from the twomen. As the two begin walking down, Darren (wearing atight, yellow velour shirt, black slacks, andbrand-new black leather shoes) reaches out and slapsthe hands on all his fans, and Charlie (in a whiteturtleneck, tan pants and navy sportsjacket), nods andsmiles to the boys and girls.]

[The two reach ringside. Charlie immediately walks tothe ring steps, climbs up, and enters between themiddle ropes into the ring. Darren, however, stays onthe outside, and glances around at all the fans,especially those holding "DEFCON 1" signs. One ofthem really catches his eye, and he quickly steps overto the teenager holding it. He asks to borrow it fora second, the boy happily agrees, and Darren takes thesign and hops up onto the ring apron to enter.]

[He joins Charlie and Jessica in the center of thering, and lifts the yellow posterboard high above hishead. He slowly spins around a couple of times sothat everyone in the arena can read what the signsays.]

And Still Counting!!!

[With a huge grin, he lowers the sign and walks overto hand it to an attendant, who returns it to it'sowner. Darren... all smiles... comes back to Charlieand Jessica. Without any warning, he leans in toJessica's microphone, clutched lightly in her hand, and says...]

Fury: When was it exactly you said I could taste you?

[This provokes a huge WHOOP from the crowd, and aflush of embarrassment from Jessica. Her face turnsquite a few shades of red now that Darren called heron her earlier throw-away statement. She quicklytries to regain her composure, and in the name of fun,light-hearted banter, seductively retorts...]

JL: [purring] That depends. You only went halfwayacross the globe to get to Across Enemy Lines... you'll need to go all the way around the world to getme!

[Darren's eyebrows raise in bemusement of thedouble-entendre, and perhaps a bit hopeful of someday continuing this flirtatious banter with the curvyblonde. But despite mad pleas from the crowd to seethe two of them go at it right then and there, Jessicanow straightens up, and returns to a more professionalmanner.]

JL: [to the crowd] Okay now, you horndogs! Let'stry to get things back on track!

Nav: [grinning] Sorry Jess... I don't think that'sgonna happen, now.

[The crowd by now is in hysterics... laughing,screaming, cheering and cat-calling. It takes a few moments, but finally Jessica settles them down enoughto continue.]

JL: Okay, okay. Well, first of all, gentlemen...welcome to Devil's Night 7.

Nav: Thank you, as always. It's great to be back inMissouri.

Fury: Thanks, Jess.

JL: Well, it's certainly been a wild ride for the twoof you. How are you holding up?

Fury: I got to tell you... being the World Champ isEVERYTHING it's cracked up to be! Anyone who saysthey don't care about bein' the champ is either lyingor an idiot. This has been the greatest...

[looks outat the sign he had just borrowed from that fan] ...42days of my life!

[Another pop from the audience.]

JL: Well, that's wonderful to hear. I think everyonecan agree that you've done the MWA proud!

Nav: I would certainly hope so. I would also hopethat President Logan has been happy with our run.He's always been a bit leery of us, but I firmlybelieve DEFCON 1 is, right now, the team that he andeveryone in this arena can be glad to haverepresenting them. We've done it all for you.

Fury: And let me tell you, Missouri! We ain't doneyet! NOT BY A LONG SHOT!!!

JL: That's right... your next defense was justannounced early today. You are going to the jointGSW/SCCW Pay Per View, now called "Gambling For Gold",to defend your belts against The Uppermost EchelonWest.

Nav: Damn right we are! I haven't forgotten whatthey did to me. They didn't hit me THAT hard.

Fury: And they're DEAD!!! You hear me, UE? POTS andMatthews... YOU ARE DEAD!!!

[Jessica bites he lip a bit, as she is unaware of howto respond to these two, now that they have gotten themselves so upset.]

Fury: Don't think for a moment that what you did toCharlie at Super Luau won't go unavenged! You smasheda steel chair across the bloodied skull of my father,you SONS OF BITCHES, and you're gonna pay! What wefelt towards Ebola and Ramos is absolutely NOTHINGcompared to the HATRED we have for you ass[BEEP]les!With the special stipulations we got for this match,you guys are history!!!

JL: Yes, that's right! There are specialstipulations for your match. You two are facing themin a variation of the 10-Tables Match, called a Blackjack Tables match. First team to throw theiropponents through 21 points worth of tables withoutgoing over, wins the match.

Nav: And this just makes it all the more easier forus to defend our belts and get the last laugh. I knowfor a fact that those two idiots can barely count tothree, let alone do simple arithmetic to add numbersto 21.

Fury: I can't WAIT to get my hands on them! They areso gone!!! I am still in shock over what they did!Who the hell do they think they're dealing with? Imean really... can you believe POTS, Mathews, and Oswald came after us? US? Just cause "Sucky" SteveSire thought we were "Tony Pride's homeys" orsomething, and we had to pay for our previous,supposed-crimes? How insane is that? We barely knowthe guy for chrissake!

JL: Well, Steve's a bit paranoid, I guess. And theUE stick up for one another. I mean, after all youDID help Tony at...

Fury: F[BEEP]K TONY PRIDE!

[The crowd is shocked silent at this outburst.]

Fury: Tony Pride has NOTHING to do with this! HeNEVER had anything to do with this! This is all aboutme, Charlie, and The Uppermost Echelon West. ComeSaturday, July 10th, those two Gold-Plated WorldChampion Wannabes are NOT ONLY gonna get wrestled intothe ground by the most technically sound team in theNWC, they are ALSO gonna get their ASSES HANDED TOTHEM on a frigging platter! And you can quote me on that!

[The arena goes ballistic once again. ApparentlyDarren's little flare-up against "The Foundation" waseasily ignored in the heat of the moment.]

Nav: It's real simple. These are OUR belts. Weearned them, we own them. POTS choked the last timehe went for them, when he had to face the PerverseRomans. Now he has to face the team that has soundlydefeated the Romans previously... and this time hedoesn't even have the talent of a Steve "Snake Eyes" Sullivan to back him up. He's stuck with"Emasculated" Shane Matthews. Just how successful dothey really think they could be?

JL: Well, I guess we'll find out this Saturday, won'twe?

Fury: You sure as hell will!!!

[And with that, Darren and Charlie raise their arms toa thundering ovation once more, and then makes theirway out of the ring. Jessica stands there and watchesthem as the continue back up the aisle, once againhigh-fiving the crowd as they pass. Once they reachthe top and then go backstage, Jessica turns to theannouncer's table.]

JL: Back to you, guys!

LH: Thank you very much, Jessica

.MM: Who the hell does Fury think he is, talking aboutthe UE like that?

LH: He thinks he's one of the Tag Team Champions ofthe World.

MM: Yeah, well...

LH: Lots being said by the champions, that's forsure. Lot of pent-up anger bubbling to the surface.POTS and Mathews, Steve Sire...

MM: And don't forget Tony Pride! That little tirade was the best part of the whole stupid interview!

LH: Heat of the moment, Mike.

MM: No... just seeing some true colors coming out.

LH: If you say so...

MM: Let's get on with the show, okay?

LH: OK Masters, this one's got to be one of the best matches on the card!

MM: I can't disagree. We've got four incredible singles wrestlers, but remember they are squaring up in a tag match.

LH: Don't forget about Pride's storied success with Jon Atlas as a tag team wrestler. He should have the experience edge in this match. We've seen many times before, that great singles wrestlers can often find that they are even better when it comes to the tag world. It all depends on how well you work with your partner. Typherion and Pride have the most odd pairing, but Typh is someone that I would like to have in my corner, without a doubt.

MM: That's assuming that he'll work with Pride. You never know with these shady characters, he could as always, have a hidden agenda. Pride has had some rough luck when it comes to these wild card tag partners. Lately it's seemed that the whole world is in some kind of mass conspiracy against Pride.

LH: The UE has certainly made it seem that way. How about this other stipulation, that pits Pride and Sire's careers on the line!

MM: I just can't believe that we're going to have to lose either of these great wrestlers. I for one wouldn't mind seeing less of this Pride idiot, but that doesn't mean I want him to be forced into retirement. I have to think that these two have too much pride to agree with this stip, and whoever

Loses might just ignore it!

LH: Well, Sire does not think he can lose. For one, he has a tag partner in his corner, of LudiCris, which these two go way back. They should have the edge when it comes to team work. Pride and Typherion are just a collaboration of two good wrestlers. Who knows what the chemistry between those two will be?

MM: We can talk about the complexities of this match for hours, but instead let's get down to ring side and get this baby started!

LH: Sounds good to me!

RA: This tag match will decide who gets the MWA's next shot at NWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP.. it is schuduled for one fall. In this corner, they are two members of the illustrious Uppermost Echelon. Here is "SEXY" STEVE SIRE, and LUDICRIS!!!

[A mass amount of boos rifle from the crowd as the UE members march out, soaking up there negative response. These two take there time, egging on the ringside fans as they head out to do battle. This incites the crowd even more, who begin to toss objects at them]

MM: Geeze oh man, this reminds me of that old 911's MWA!

LH: Watch your language, this is a family show.

[The two enter the ring and warm up as they await their opponents entrance]

RA: Introducing next, he is not only a former World Champion, but a former Tag Team Champion as well. Ladies and gentlemen... THE FOUNDATION.. TOOOONNNY PPRRRIIIIDDDEEE!!!

[The metallic sounds of "Fuel" blare through the PA system as the crowd is on their feet. Suddenly from behind the curtain burst "The Foundation" Tony Pride, wearing black trunks with neon green trim all around it. Pride wears a black cut off T-Shirt with "Sexy" Steve Sire airbrushed on the front of it, and on the back it shows Sire waving goodbye and underneath reads, "X-rated and banned in the USA".

[The crowd goes wild for there pick to triumph in this match. The UE members in the ring laugh as Pride responds to the crowd. Tony slaps a few hands as he jogs three-fourths of the way to the ring, then turns and waits for Typherion.]

LH: Big mistake Pride! Turn around!

MM: HAHA! Ludicris tackles pride into the barricades! Sire's right there as well, that's what these idiots get for coming out to separate entrances!

LH: Tyhperion needs to get out here, they are stomping the life out of Pride!

[Suddenly the arena lights flash to total darkness and with an eerie pitch, Typherion’s demonic guitar riff begins to blare over the PA system. The area around the curtainway is suddenly glowing a deep, resonating blue as 4 huge flares ignite. They all point inward towards the curtain, as if trying to keep something out, but then on cue, Typherion walks through the flares as if nothing were there in the first place. Unusually, he pauses after the flames and glares out through his black sunglasses.]

LH: Sire executes a swinging neckbreaker on the concrete, Pride is in a world of hurt!

[Typherion looks down at the ring, where the other three competitors battle it out. He just stands there, the most pure evil grin you will ever see stretches across his face. Then his music begins to die down and the ever booming voice of his mentor, Intrepid, booms over the PA system.]

"Now is the time for evil to reign. Your partnership with Tony Pride will propel you to NWC World Tag Team status. Do not fail me at this, or you will pay the consequences. You have the permission to do whatever you deem necessary if your partner turns on you. Fear not, Typherion, for if they try to attack you, my presence will be known. Now step forward and demolish the NWC starting from it's greatest champion and moving down."

LH: GET IN THERE TYPHERION!!

MM: This is great! Pride is spitting blood!

LH: The UE cowards retreat as Typherion runs in to help out Pride, but what a cheap way to start a contest that will decide who gets a shot at the World Tag Title belts.

MM: It was a great plan, I personally loved it. Get em UE, get em!

LH: Typherion will head to the ring, and be our first legal man, and Ludicris will respond be sliding in as well. There's the bell, and we're official.. Oh great, look at that rat Steve Sire!

MM: Sire heads around the outside of the ring where Sire is trying to recoup, and he lays into him with a flying knee! Steve drops an elbow, then another one! He's still pummeling him on the outside!

LH: Typherion is focusing on other things, as Ludicris dances around him like a prize fighter, even taking a couple glancing shots. OH! Typherion bull rushes him! It's a double leg tackle! Typherion leaps to his knees and fires some fists to the forehead of Ludicris before dragging him right back up and whipping him off the ropes..

MM: He's got some impressive power there.. just whipped him right off the mat to the ropes.

LH: A HUGE BACKDROP!! Ludicris was at least like 10 feet in the air!

MM: Was it "like" ten feet, or was it ten feet?

LH: Shut up.. Typh sees Sire assaulting Pride on the outside, he's going at him!

MM: No no no! Steve get out of there!

LH: Typherion through the middle rope to the outside, he has Sire by the hair! Swings him into suplex position! And up into the air! Look at the power, he just holds him suspended in the air!

MM: Now that's a delayed suplex, geeze!

LH: AND DOWN!

MM: I don't think anyone here was ready for the type of power that Typherion has..

LH: Ludicris isn't laying down though! He reaches over the top and grabs a hold of Typherion by the.. well by the ears! He pulls him to the apron, and knees him in the groin! Ludicris' turn to hook for the suplex, he takes him over the top rope with it to the center of the mat!

MM: Wahoo! Nice execution on that one there. Typherion made the crucial mistake of turning his back on a member of the UE. Those fella's really know how to get in a cheap blow. In fact, that's the second time that someone from the Pride/Typh team has made that same mistake. Not quick learners I guess.

LH: As you speak, Ludi puts those large boots right into the sunglasses of Typherion. That's one of the oddest stories in wrestling. The sun glasses that we always see Typherion with. He wears them even in the ring.. and right now he's getting jacked right in the lenses.

MM: Ludi works him back to his feet and uses an Irish whip to send him into the turnbuckle. That's followed up with a flying forearm! Awesome maneuver!

LH: That wasn't just your average flying forearm! Ludi jumped like he was going for a cross body, but stuck the forearm out there and caught him in the chin, he then continued his momentum over the top rope to the apron, and he's now up on the top rope as Typherion staggers out towards the center of the

ring...

MM: Ludi leaps.. Double Axe handle! That puts Typherion right to his back!

LH: Ludicris is definitely no slouch in that ring, and I'll tell you what, he is not afraid to go muscle for muscle with these big men. And Ludi will cut off the ring for Typherion, and tag in Sire quickly.

MM: Now Sire of course, matches up a lot better with Pride than with Typherion, but Sire is one of the best in the business when it comes to kicking a three legged dog.

LH: What?

MM: You know, attacking the wounded, that's his specialty.

LH: Uh.. okay. Sire rakes the back of Typherion just as he got to his knees, that drops him right back down, and Steve follows that up by rushing off the ropes. He bounces back and leaps high in the air with a legdrop that goes right across the back of the neck!

MM: Ouch! That cannot feel good!

LH: Sire drags him up by the.. well, by the glasses! He knees him to the sternum on the way up, then ducks underneath Typherion's arm.. NORTHERN LIGHTS!!! AMAZING!!

MM: Sire is a technical wizard!

LH: He'll hold for a cover..

1...

2....

MM: Pride makes the save.. Sire and Pride roll up into a slug fest! A left by Sire, answered with a right by Pride! Another.. and another! Both men swinging with everything they have.. Ludicris is being restrained in the corner, this is not a good situation for Steve!

LH: Here comes Typherion, he walks from behind and hooks Sires arm, giving Pride free shots! Tony is using them big time! Pride's going to school with rights and lefts, Sire is slumping down slowly.. PRIDE IS SIGNALING FOR THE SUPERSTAR KICK!!! NO WAY, NOT THIS EARLY!!

MM: Let Ludi in damn it! The reff is always getting in the way!

LH: Pride bounces off the ropes, he charges, Sire fights out of the grip! Typherion dives away, Pride misses everything! He goes flying with his foot extended, over everyone, and crashes, rolling out of the ring!

MM: Sire dodged a bullet right there, that kick landing and his career might have been over!

LH: Well he still isn't quit out of the fire yet, Typherion drags him face first across the top rope to the corner. He puts his head right into that top turnbuckle! Ouch..

MM: Pride enters the corner, and Sire's trouble has just doubled up.. He puts his boot on the top rope, Typherion slams his face square in the center of it!

LH: There's the tag, and Pride is the legal man, as he scales his way to the top rope.. Sire stumbles around, he's not aware of that tag.. BUT SIRE TELLS

HIM ALL ABOUT IT WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE!

MM: Sire nearly went head over heels! Listen to this asinine crowd applauding

Pride.. they make me sick.

LH: I'm sure the feeling is mutual. Sire has taken an impressive beating in ashort time, and it's really been more bad luck than anything else. Sire wasin control until Pride makes the save, and then Sire was doubled teamed. Fromthere it's been all down hill. Pride now locks Sire into an arm bar, and rotates it behind his back. Sire slaps his shoulder and works to his feet..

MM: Pride is trying to break his arm right here, why do these fans love sucha cheap wrestler?

LH: An armbar is about the most basic wrestling move in the book, I would hardly consider it cheap Magic..

MM: Look at that back elbow from Sire! And another! He's gotten his arm free,

drop kick from Sire!

LH: Pride stays up, but he's staggering. Sire rushes in with a shoulder block that drops Pride, and he continues on through, Sire springboards from the bottom, and splashes on top of the Foundation!

MM: So would you say he "shoke the foundation"?

LH: [Cough] Lame [Cough]..

MM: Bless you.

LH: Sire pulls Pride to his feet and backs him into the UE corner. Ludigladly wraps his arms around the neck of Pride and chokes him out! The reffis hopelessly trying to get him to break the hold! Sire steps back, and getsa running start.. SPLASH! Sire squashes Tony in the corner! Sire not done in there yet, he backs off and fires knife edge chops to the chest! The crowd is booing with all that they have, but it's only encouraging him!

MM: There's the tag to Ludicris, and now it's the UE with the mismatch!

LH: The larger Ludicris steps over the ring rope and lifts Pride out of the corner by his neck.. We know what's coming now.. A CHOKESLAM!! Now all right Masters.. that one "shoke the foundation" of the building!

MM: [Cough] Lame and unoriginal [Cough] Ludicris puts the boots to Pride now!Tony wisely rolls to the outside. He realizes that he has no business beingin there against a bigger man. I mean, at least Sire was able to stand up to Typherion, but Pride over here has to run like a little girl.

LH: Ludicris decides not to pursue, instead he flies at the ropes and knocks Typherion into the ring ailse! WOW!

MM: Sire jumps in the ring, these two own this match! I think you're lookingat the next NWC Tag champions!

LH: Well, I'd say that this battle is far from over, but to this point, theUE has looked incredible. Pride and Typherion really need to get something going.

MM: Well.. they are heading in.. the both of them!

LH: This is turning into a four man brawl right in front of the reff's eyes,and believe me, there is absolutely nothing he can do about it!

MM: Pride stuns Ludicris with a shot to the chops!

LH: Ludi was not expecting the smaller of the two to attack him! But thisswitch up works! Pride dives at Ludi's knee and drops him to the mat.Typherion Grabs a handful of Sire's skull, and slams it against hims own! He then kicks him low, and pinches Sires head between his thighs.. LOOK OUT!

ROTATING POWERBOMB!!

MM: Ut-oh..

LH: The UE fans better be worried, Sire's body is there, but I can assure you his mind is out to lunch! Ludi has been locked up in a sleeper hold! A great tactic for the much smaller Pride, I don't care how strong or big you are, when you can't breath, there's nothing you can do!

MM: Ludicris just has to watch as Sire takes the front of Typherion's incredible power.. but right now it's Ludicris that's the legal man! If he goes out, this one could be over!

LH: Typherion is not done with Sire, but he's going to finish his business onthe outside! Typh just flings Sire like a rag doll over the top rope! Smart move by Typherion, he realizes that to win this match, he needs to leave the ring and let Pride make his bid to put Ludicris to sleep!

MM: Sire needs medical attention, he is out cold. That's not going to get him any mercy from Typherion... He drops him with a hangman on the steel barricades!

LH: I don't know how effective it is to beat on a man who is unconscious..but Typherion is doing it anyway. Meanwhile, back in the ring Ludi's eyelids are becoming heavy, and he's drifting to sleep. That oxygen is not getting to the brain, and he's nearing the dream stage!

MM: Pride is another one that has very solid technical skills. That's the bulk of his attack, which is odd for a crusierweight, but his success has shown that it can pay off.

LH: Ludi is subduing slowly. He is not one that I would think you can put to sleep.. he has such a mean streak in him. But the lack of oxygen doesn't discriminate against psycho's I guess.

MM: You say that only when Pride has a comfortable grip on him.. where was that comment when Ludi was standing right here?

LH: Well, I'm not an idiot..

MM: This is bad.. the reff is going to administer the knock out check.. I can't believe that this is how it's going to end, the UE was doing so well.

LH: Our referee raises Ludi's hand.. IT FALLS ONCE!!

MM: Sire is not going to be able to provide that all important save. Typherion has left to watch Pride hold this move, but Steve is in no shape to return to the ring.

LH: He lifts Ludi's arm a second time... IT FALLS TWICE!!! One more time and Pride along with Typherion will get the NWC Tag Title shots!

MM: LUDI FIGHT!!

LH: The reff lifts it for the last time.. it drifts.. He's keeping it.. NO!! NO!! IT FALLS!! IT FALLS!!!!

MM: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!

LH: Wait.. you're right.. No! Look at that hand, it is maybe a centimeter, if that, off the mat! The reff never called it three, but Pride thought it was! He lets the hold go and the crowd is in celebration.. but this bout is not over!

MM: Yeah! Get up Ludi.. get up!

LH: Ludicris catches his wind and he's getting to his feet! Pride is on the turnbuckle with his hands in the air. Only Ludicris and Typherion realize what has happened.. high drama here at Devils Night Seven!

MM: GET HIM LUDI!

LH: Ludicris scales to the bottom rope behind Pride, he snatches him up and drops him into a SUPERBRAIN BUSTER!!!

MM: YEAH!! Good night Pride! And look, Sire is stirring! He has a wooden plank with a fan's sign attached!

LH: Sire stole that from a ringside fan, that's horrible!

MM: Genius is what you meant to say! Sire stalks behind Typherion.. WHAM! Deep drive to center field.. Typherion is GONE!!! Home Run Steve Sire!

LH: Typherion falls limp to the floor, Sire climbs in and the UE has another double team opportunity. All the reff can do here is administer a five count.

MM: That's all they need.. They pull Pride up, Ludi puts him into tombstone position! Sire heads to the middle rope.. HE DIVES AT THE LEGS OF PRIDE!

LH: At the same time Ludi drops the piledriver, imagine the force behind a move like that! You have all of Pride's weight crashing onto his neck, along with Sire's added weight from off the middle rope. That could send someone to the hospital.

MM: It just might, here's the cover.. but Typherion is up... Sire sees him..

1.....

LH: Sire cuts Typherion off at the ring ropes! He's stalled on the apron..

2.......

MM: Sire drops a jawbreaker on the top rope, Typherion flies to the floor..

THAT'S IT!!

LH: THREEE!!!!!!! HE GOT HIM!!!!

MM: NO!!! FOOT ON THE ROPES!! PRIDE GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES, DAMN IT!

LH: Unreal! Ludicris does not believe it! He's arguing violently with the referee. but he needs to refocus on the match. The reff made the right call there. Ludi is livid, Sire is trying to get his partner under control.

MM: Look at that, he has to put himself in between the reff and Ludi, trying to make sure that Ludicris doesn't lose his cool and get them DQ'd right here.

LH: Pride is using this time to make his way across the ring, crawling slowly as Typherion has staggered his way onto the apron. They reach for each other but neither makes the tag, Typherion just rushes in!

MM: Turn around UE.. turn around!

LH: They better.. Because here comes Typherion sprinting from the corner, he spreads his arms out.. DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! He landed that to the back of their necks, it sent Sire over the top rope, but he hangs on to the ring apron!

MM: Typherion is pulling Ludicris by the hair! DQ HIM!

LH: Well, he actually isn't, but he does have him up to his feet. He rifles him in into the corner! Sires right there for the tag! He rushes at Typherion.. and slides between his legs, he comes back the other way, flying headscissors take over!

MM: YES! What the HELL is Pride doing?

LH: Pride has entered the ring, and he's standing in a football like stance in the corner.. Now he rushes at Sire who doesn't see him coming.. he turns.. SUPER STAR KICK!!! OH MY LORD!!!

MM: DQ HIM!! DQ HIM!!!

LH: A COVER.. HOW IS THE REFF LETTING THIS GO?

MM: He's confused.. he doesn't know what's going on.. Ludi is tangled in the ropes..

1.....

2.....

2 1/2......

AND.....

LH: THREE!!! THE REFF HAS COUNTED THREE.. But wait! The bell has rang, andhe's reviewing what just happened..

MM: He realizes it.. Pride is not the legal man! YES! UE is still in it!

LH: I don't know.. he's calling for a microphone.

[Crowd is booing as the two teams separate and nervously await this ruling]

Referee: Because Tony Pride was not the legal man.. the fall does not stand.. this match will continue!

[A roaring boo is shot at the reff as he drops the mic and beckons the teams to battle]

LH: Pride cannot believe it.. I'm not sure what his argument is.. Hey.. look at this, there is a group of referee's running out from the back, they two have microphone's..

2nd Referee: Hold up! Don't ring that bell! Run the tape, run the tape!

<<Rewind:

LH: Unreal! Ludicris does not believe it! He's arguing violently with the referee. but he needs to refocus on the match. The reff made the right call there. Ludi is livid, Sire is trying to get his partner under control.

MM: Look at that, he has to put himself in between the reff and Ludi, trying to make sure that Ludicris doesn't lose his cool and get them DQ'd right here.

LH: Pride is using this time to make his way across the ring, crawling Slowly as Typherion has staggered his way onto the apron. They reach for each other but neither makes the tag, Typherion just rushes in!

MM: Turn around UE.. turn around!

LH: They better.. Because here comes Typherion sprinting from the corner, he spreads his arms out.. DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! He landed that to the back of their necks, it sent Sire over the top rope, but he hangs on to the ring apron!>>

2nd Referee: So you see, Pride never tagged out! I declare TYPHERION, AND TONY PRIDE THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH!

[The crowd roars will approval]

MM: NO!!! NOOOOOOO!!!! HE CAN'T DO THAT!

LH: HE JUST DID IT! SIRE DROPS TO HIS KNEES... MAGIC THAT MEANS..

MM: SIRE'S CAREER IS OVER...

[The announcers fall quiet as Sire slouches on the mat. Ludicris is stunned, feeling guilty for some reason. Pride is going wild as he celebrates with the ring side fans. Typherion walks slowly to the back]

LH: Well, it's over.. one of the best wrestlers the NWC has ever seen, has

now fallen. It's a shame Magic.. a real shame.

MM: A huge hit to the UE now.. I just am shocked. Sire did not envision it

ending that way.

LH: On a brighter note, Typherion and Pride will receive NWC tag shots!

MM: Shut up you idiot. Who cares about them!

LH: Hey, wait a minute…The UE just charged the ring….Pride’s still inside!

MM: LudiCris is waving on the troops, here comes Oswald, Arrows, Snow, Matthews, and LudiCris who just locked the cage! Prides trapped inside with the entire Uppermost Echelon!

LH: Oh my! Oswald just clocked Pride, where the hell is Typherion?

MM: Typherion doesn’t care about Pride, and this is great, he may have ended Sire’s career, but he’s next!

LH: Look at Oswald, he’s a madman as he’s stomping a mudhole into Pride! I’ve never seen this kid like this!

MM: He’ll have to step it up, Sire is history! Sire is up in disbelief as his career is over, as the rest of the UE put the boots to Pride. Sire comes over and joins in on the frey, I love it!

LH: This is sickening, we need some damn help down here!

MM: The "Foundation" is about to be cracked, manually!

LH: The Uppermost is wearing "The Foundation" out, and this does not look good at all!

MM: Oswald picks Pride up…..He and LudiCris grab Pride…….OUCH! Human Javelin!

LH: Pride just went FACE First over the top rope and into the Cell! He’s a bloody mess, and this is sick! Someone help this man!

MM: No help in site, someone get Pride a hospital room, he’ll need it! He looks like he’s been through a natural disaster…

[The crowd suddendly explodes as from down the aisle comes racing a figure….]

LH: TRREEEEMMMMOOOORRRRRRSSSSS!!

MM: No, Pride doesn’t look like he’s been through an earthquake, I was thinking more of a Hurricane, he did go to Miami…

LH: NO! DEVO, DEVO IS HERE!

MM: WHAAAAATTTT!!

[Devo Tremors comes shooting down the aisle, wearing a Lone Wolf T-Shirt and Sweatpants, as every fan in Missouri is on their feet for the HIW hero. Devo races to the cage and attempts to pull the door open, as the Uppermost continue to work over "The Foundation" Tony Pride.]

LH: THE HIW Icon is here at DN7!

MM: What’s he doing here, he turned Pride down!

LH: Devo’s trying to get that door open, but it’s locked shut, and Oswald is loving it as they continue to grate Pride’s face against the fence….

[Suddenly four streams of explosions come from each top corner of the cell….]

MM: What the hell was that?!

[The crowd explodes as the camera focuses upwards, and dropping down from the ceiling is none other than…]

LH: DEFCON 1! DEFCON 1!

MM: OOOHHHHH NOOOOO!

[Charlie Nav and Darren Fury drop from the ceiling and onto the cage, the fireworks have forged open slits inside the cage and both men rappel down and inside the cell.]

LH: They’re inside! Fury drops down, LudiCris charges and Nav ducks!

MM: HEY! LudiCris just went charging into the door, knocking it off a hinge…..Fury charges LudiCris!

LH: SPEAR! SPEAR! Fury just speared LudiCris through the door! And Now Devo is inside, Fury gets up as LudiCris is still stunned on the cell door…

MM: AND NOW the war is on!

LH: Nav, just grabbed Snow and sent him face first into the cell! Fury just went straight after Arrows, and Tremors and Oswald, Tremors and Oswald, look at them slug it out!

MM: Matthews and Sire are still working over Pride on the side of the cage!

LH: Look at Devo and Oswald, slug fest!

MM: Fury and Arrows aren’t holding back anything either!

LH: They’re still outnumbered though and….

MM: What the hell!

LH: Who’s that?!

MM: it’s the MYSTERY MAN!! But he’s not supposed to wrestle until after this match! Who’s he here to help?!

LH: Ladies & Gentlemen the mystery man has just entered the cell, he runs inside and nods at Sire and Matthews…The Mystery Man taps Matthews on the shoulder….

[The crowd explodes]

MM: NOOOOO!

LH: Short-Arm clothesline by the Mystery man, ON MATTHEWS!

MM: Sire looks stunned….No!!!!

LH: Pride, Pride, pride out of desperation with a low blow on Sire! Pride pulls himself to his feet and we have a war on our hands!!

MM: Hey, LudiCris is getting to his feet…..

[Suddenly the lights go off, come on, you knew it was going to happen….Blue lights eminate from the aisleway…]

LH: TYPHERION! HE’S BACK!!!

MM: He’s standing in the aisle way, almost DARING LudiCris!

LH: And LudiCris is not backing down, he’s storming down the aisle…..WOW! Those two monsters are at it again!

MM: Look inside the cell, Defcon 1, Mystery Man, Pride and Tremors are cleaning house! Nav and Fury grab Arrows and Snow……BAM!

LH: Arrows and Snow go slamming into each other, and look at them crawl out of the cell!

MM: The Mystery Man grabs Matthews, he gets slingshoted outside of the cage onto Arrows and Snow! Where the hell is Zamza!

LH: Who cares….It’s Tremors and Oswald and Pride and Sire….Oswald pokes Tremors in the eyes, Sire with a low blow on Pride, look out big whip coming up….

[The crowd roars]

MM: OH NO!

LH: Reversal and Sire and Oswald collide head on! Both men stumble….Pride grabs Sire and tosses him outside the cell…..Oswald stumbles, Devo and Pride grab him by the hair and nod……

MM: WOW!

LH: Oswald got tossed out of the cage like a little pebble…BACK AND TO THE LEFT INDEED! Look at the UE retreat….

MM: This is horrible, why are they all out here!

LH: What a moment this is, The Mystery Man, DEFCON 1, and Devo Tremors, stand up men!

MM: They stuck their nose in UE bussiness, they’ll pay!

LH: And look at this, inside the cell……Pride, Tremors and DEFCON 1 all looking at each other, the Mystery Man nods to all and is just walking away, I guess he has a match to prepare for…..

MM: Look inside the ring, what a sick display….

LH: Pride stares at DEFCON, and now at Devo……Devo looks at all three men, and then back at Pride…..What’s going on here….

MM: Pride’s approaching Devo, he’s saying something but we don’t know what….

LH: Devo looks back at Pride, the crowd is almost silent here as we don’t know what’s going on…..Devo grabs his shirt….

[The crowd explodes, as sybolism is worth a thousand words…]

LH: TREMPORS just ripped the "Lone Wolf" shirt off, does this mean he’s accepted Prides offer?

MM: I’m going to be ill….

LH: Devo and Pride shake hands…..Nav and Fury approach, all four men share a glare…..

MM: how sick is this….

LH: ALL FOUR MEN SHAKE HANDS! What a moment this is, we’ve seen the formation of maybe a new Alliance!

MM: This is sick!

LH: And listen to this crowd…

["Fuel" by Metallica blares as all four men slowly walk to all four corners and acknowledge the crowd]

LH: What a moment this is, Steve Sire is gone from the NWC! Devo, DEFCON 1, Tony Pride and possibly the Mystery Man have formed some sort of bond, and finally the Uppermost Echelon has been shown up!

MM: And ontop of that, Typherion and Pride get the next NWC World Tag Team Title shot that comes to the MWA!

LH: Who’s worried about that, fact of the matter is now is a time to celebrate! What a moment this is, what a night this has been…

MM: Thank god it’s NOT over!

LH: We still have the MWA Title match and the MUCH anticipated NWC World Heavyweight Title match to come!

[The Foursome continue to soak up the cheers of the crowd, as all four slowly make their way out of the cage]

MM: How sick!

LH: What a moment, what a night! Fans stay with us, we’ll have more of Devil’s Night 7 right after these messages!

[link to MWA title Match]

LH: Well Mike, we've waited a long time for thismoment to come... but in no time at all, we'll becrowning a brand new Missouri State Champion.

MM: And it's about damn time. This tournament haslasted longer than one of my sexual conquests... andthat's saying something.

LH: As always, putting that uniqe "Mike Masters" spinon everything. Let's to head to Keith for the introductions.

KH: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest isthe final in the Missouri State ChampionshipTournament!!!

[WOOHOO!!!]

KH: Introducing first... the leader of the F-T-W...ROB PAYYYYYNNNNNE!

["Dont Tread On Me" by Metallica blasts through the PAsystem! The fans begin to boo. The lights begin ared strobe. Rob steps through the curtains. He wearshis wrestling tights, Oakly sunglasses, and his FTWChampionship title around his waist. His hair is pulled back into a pony tail. He grins at thenegative response from the crowd. He walks to thering, and slides in. He grabs the mic.]

Rob Payne: This is it... This is for all the marblespeople! It is time for Rob Payne to take his place inthe MWA! It's time for me to step up as MWA's leader! And when Im done... Each and every single one of youwill swallow each word you've said about me. Heh,heh, heh... Let's do this!

[With the mic handed back to Keith Hernandez, he continues the introductions.]

KH: And his opponent...

[Lights dim and "Mea Culpa" by Enigma begins to playover the loudspeakers. The Mystery Man emerges fromthe locker room are wearing a simple robe of black.His black boots shine brightly in the spotlight andhis mask hides his features.]

KH: He stands 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighs in at242 pounds, I give you...THE MYSTERY MAN!

[The Mystery Man makes his way down to the ring to ahefty round of indifference. Hard to root for someonewhen you don't know who they are. He climbs up thering steps and into the ring. Once there, he begins alengthy stare down with Payne, who does his best toreturn the intensity.]

[DING! DING! DING!]

LH: Both men looking very focused here, Mike.

MM: They'd better be. This is for the big one. TheMissouri State Title. Only a few men have ever hadtheir hands on that belt... four legends to beprecise.

LH: And both of these gentlemen are looking to addtheir names to that list. And when it's all said anddone, we may finally learn the identity of the MysteryMan.

MM: What do you mean "we"? I already know.

LH: So you say. Payne and the Mystery Man now takinga few steps in towards each other and getting nose tonose. Payne trying to intimidate the Mystery Man.

MM: That ain't gonna happen... this guy is beyondintimidation.

*** SLAP ***

LH: The Mystery Man just slapped Payne!

MM: What was that?

LH: Sending a message perhaps.

[Payne reaches up with his right hand and brushes hischeek. His eyes bulge slightly then he cocks his armback and fires a roundhouse at the Mystery Man.]

LH: Retaliation!

MM: Blocked!

LH: Mystery Man with a right! And another! Payne isstaggered!

MM: And humiliated!

LH: Back to the ropes they go... the ref over, butit's Payne with a boot to the midsection.

MM: Back a guy into a corner, and that's what youget.

LH: Payne now going for a front face lock, but it'sthe Mystery Man with a waistlock...

*** SLAM ***

LH: And down goes Payne as the Mystery Man with anice German suplex.

MM: Textbook. Pure textbook.

LH: Reverse chinlock by el Mysterio, as he reallytries to put some pressure on Payne's lower back.

MM: Lower back Payne?

LH: Why yes. It would be. Rob reaching up for ahand of hair, but...

MM: It's a mask dummy!

LH: ... there's no hair to grab. Back elbow to themidsection. And another.

MM: Payne getting to his feet... OOH! Chinbreaker!

LH: That caught the Mystery Man off guard. He's downto one knee.

MM: And Rob's gaining some momentum.

[Payne charges off the near side ropes and hurlshimself at the Mystery Man, connecting with a viciouslariat clothesline, dropping the Mystery Man onto hisback.]

LH: Nice sequence there by Payne.

[Payne grabs the top rope and begins to drive a seriesof boots into the Mystery Man's chest, shaking the toprope for added vigor and effect.]

MM: Look at the aggression by Payne. This kid wantsit.

[The Mystery Man finally rolls himself out of the ringin order to break the onslaught. Not to be outdone,Payne drops to the mat and rolls out after him.]

LH: The Mystery Man looking to catch a breather buthe won't get one here.

MM: He doesn't see Payne behind him. He turns aroundand WHAM! Crescent kick!

LH: And a beauty! Payne pulling out all the stops.

MM: You gotta admit, Higgins, his new attitude isshowing through.

LH: Yes it is. The Mystery Man back to his feet andPayne is grabbing him by the back of the head...

[Payne tries to slam the Mystery Man's head into thering apron, by the move is blocked by a stiff arm tothe apron by the Mystery Man. He then returns thefavor by grabbing Payne by the hair and slamming himface first into the apron. As Payne staggersbackwards, the Mystery Man slides back into the ring.]

LH: But just like that, the tides have turned onceagain.

MM: Great ring presence shown by the soon-to-bechamp.

LH: Great out of ring presence you mean.

MM: Whatever. He's great.

LH: Payne up onto the apron now, and the Mystery Manis going to let him back in.

MM: Great... and a gentleman to boot.

LH: I'm surprised you like him then.

MM: Save it, Higgins.

LH: Payne back in now, he charges at the Mystery Manwho sidesteps and catches Payne with a wrap-around leg... into an abdominal stretch.

MM: Look at that skill.

LH: Once again the Mystery Man showing some greatsubmission style skills. Stretching out those stomachmuscles and putting some more strain on Payne's backin the process.

MM: He can do it all.

LH: Now into a pumphand slam! The Mystery Manlooking very impressive here.

MM: The pin!ONE!TW-

LH: And a solid kickout by Payne. A bit too earlyfor that.

MM: It's never too early for a victory.

LH: True, Mike. The Mystery Man to his feet now, andhe brings Payne with him. And he slaps on a CobraClutch!

MM: See! He's going for a quick kill!

LH: Payne didn't expect that and now he's reallyfeeling it. His shoulder and neck taking the brunt ofthat hold.

MM: Classic stuff. This Mystery Man is almost asgood as me in my heyday.

LH: You never had a heyday.

MM: Says you.

[Payne manages to squirm his way over to ropes andforce a break in the hold. The Mystery Man drops thehold and for a split second while his head is turnedtowards the ref, Payne drills him with a short stepspear.]

LH: OOH! Payne caught the Mystery Man off guard!

MM: Both men up quickly but it's Payne with theadvantage... he whips the Mystery Man off the ropes...

LH: Beautiful spinning heel kick! He nailed himright across the chest with that!

MM: Payne's gotta stay aggressive if he wants to keepit going though.

LH: Indeed. The Mystery Man back to his feetquickly. But Payne stays on top... OH!

MM: Tornado DDT! What a move by Payne!

LH: Really using the Mystery Man's momentum againsthim there. Payne with a cover...ONE!TWO!!

LH: And a kickout by the Mystery Man! That waspretty close.

MM: I think Payne just really caught my boy off guardwith that flurry. Nothing to worry about though.

LH: How about that? Payne with a picture perfectBrainbuster! The Mystery Man is woozy.

MM: Payne's got the momentum, I'll give him that.

LH: Rob Payne now heading to the outside and climbingthe buckle.

MM: Big mistake. Gotta stay within your own game,Payne, and this ain't it.

LH: Guillotine leg drop... NO! The Mystery Man rolled out of the way.

MM: Saw that coming.

LH: And quickly the Mystery Man goes to work. Shinkick across the chest sends Payne's head bouncing offthe mat.

MM: Here it comes. He's got him mad now.

LH: A few stomps to the knee. And now... yes... he'sgoing for a figure four!

MM: And he's got it! Payne is doomed! Doomed I say!

LH: He may be a little close to the ropes though!The Mystery Man rocking back! He really has itsinched in!

MM: Tap out! Tap out, Rob!

LH: He's not tapping out. But he IS reaching for theropes. The question is... can he get there?

MM: I doubt it.

LH: Mystery Man applying all the pressure he can!Payne reaching... STREEEETCHING!

MM: Aw nuts.

LH: He got it! Payne reaches the ropes and the refis forcing the Mystery Man to break the hold.

MM: Damnit.

LH: The damage has been done though. Payne is merelylaying in the ring, clutching at his knee... he's inobvious... well... pain.

MM: Alright, champ-to-be, put this guy out of hismisery.

LH: The Mystery Man with an elbow drop to the knee.Now he's slapping on an ankle lock!

MM: Ha ha! Wrenching it in! Payne's a goner!

LH: NO! Payne reaches up and hooks the Mystery Man'shead! Cradle roll up!ONE! TWO!!THR-

LH: NO! Kickout by Mystery Man! He was completelysurprised by that!

MM: Whew. Got worried for a second.

LH: Rob Payne is trying to drag himself up to hisfeet by using the ropes. The Mystery Man is angry...he charges...

MM: Not good.

LH: PAYNE PULLED DOWN THE TOP ROPE! OUT GOES THEMYSTERY MAN!

MM: Up and over and on to the floor. That's gottahurt.

LH: And this will buy Payne some much needed recoverytime as the ref begins to lay a ten count on theMystery Man. 1!2!3!

MM: Well this is an unpleasant turn of events.4!5!

LH: I could have sworn you liked Payne and his newgroup.6!7!

MM: Maybe. But I like the Mystery Man more.

LH: Why?8!

MM: Mainly because I know who he is and you don't.

[Meanwhile the Mystery Man has managed to get to hisfeet and slide back in under the bottom rope,althought the effects of his spill are still apparent. Payne has pulled himself to his feet as well and ispropped up in the far corner.]

LH: Back in just in time now, as both men are reallyfeeling the effects of this, their second match each.

MM: It's all about conditioning, my friend.

[The Mystery Man stands with his hands on his knees,looking to catch his breath.]

LH: Payne sees his chance! ROCKER DROPPER! Onceagain catching the Mystery Man off guard.

MM: I hate to admit it, but maybe he underestimatedPayne.

[Payne bends over to grab the Mystery Man who insteadflips Payne over with an arm-drag take down. Both menlie still for a moment, trying to regain theirstrength.]

MM: C'mon, man... GET UP!

LH: The Mystery Man is indeed the first man to hisfeet. Now he's got Payne to his knees and delivers acrushing kneelift to the face!

MM: That's the spirit.

LH: And he slaps on a front chancery! Payne tryingto back body drop the Mystery Man, but he can't gethim off his feet.

MM: He tries again... but still no luck.

LH: Spinning neckbreaker! The Mystery Man with aBEAUTIFUL move!

MM: Payne looks like he's spent.

LH: To his feet... now he whips Payne off the far ropes...

MM: Clothesline!

LH: Duck under by Payne!

MM: Payne off... SPINBUSTER! Payne ran right intothat one!

LH: Yes he did! And the Mystery Man with a pin! ONE!TWO!!THREE!!

LH: NO! NO! Payne got a shoulder up! Just barely!

MM: Damnit!LH: But he's in a world of trouble. The Mystery Mansetting him up for a... Yes! A reverse DDT!

MM: OOH! He PLANTED HIM!

LH: Another cover!ONE!TWO!! THREE!!!

LH: YES!MM: HE GOT HIM!

[DING! DING! DING!]

LH: The Mystery Man has won! The Mystery Man haswon! We finally have a new champion!

MM: About damned time!

LH: Payne never really recovered from the damage doneby the figure four leglock and the Mystery Man put himaway with a reverse DDT!

MM: I love it.

[Payne rolls himself out of the ring and drops down tothe ring floor, still favoring his knee. From theback, we see the arrival of two other FTW members,Johnny Magnum and Ben Van Iten. They each the same2x4's we saw them with earlier.]

LH: Uh-oh. Troubles coming.

MM: I don't like the looks of this.

LH: It's Magnum and BVI. The Mystery Man may not getmuch time to celebrate.

[Suddenly, the crowd erupts in cheers!]

LH: IT'S TONY PRIDE!

MM: NOOOOO!

*** WHACK! ***

*** WHACK! ***

LH: Tony Pride from behind with a steel chair justtook out both BVI and Magnum!

MM: What the hell is HE doing here?

LH: He's on the card, Mike.

MM: NO! I mean, what is he doing HERE... NOW!

LH: Apparently he's friends with the Mystery Manperhaps.

MM: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

LH: Problem?

MM: And to think... all this time I was rooting forhim... and he was friends with Tony Pride? OH THEHUMANITY!

[Pride merely looks up at the Mystery Man and offers aquick military-type salute before turning and headingback up the ramp.]

LH: And strange set of events to be sure. And itlooks like we're about to find out who the Mystery Manreally is. Let's get the official announcement.

KH: Ladies and geneltemen, the winner of thismatch... and NEWWWWW MISSOURI STATE CHAMPION... theMYSTERY MAN!!

[The referee hands the Missouri State Title to theMystery Man who looks at it reverently for a fewmoments before reaching out his hand and asking forthe mic from Keith Hernandez.]

Mystery Man: Woo! It was a long hard tournament, andI had a lot of good opponents, but someone had to cashin and win this belt, and I am DAMN glad it was me.Now, I think it is time to lose this mask and show youall who I REALLY am."

LH: Here it is... the moment we've all been waitingfor!

[And with the significant dramatic flare the momentcalls for... the Mystery Man peels of his mask toreveal...]

LH: Oh my God!!!! It's... it's... it's...

MM: [with NO enthusiasm] Idol Austin.

LH: The former NWC World and World Tag Team Champion "Incredible" Idol Austin! The fans have no idea howto react to this! Austin, formerly one of the mosthated men in the NWC is our champion! But it alsoappears he's aligned himself with Tony Pride somehow.

[Austin takes the mic and speaks again.]

Austin: I know what you are thinking. "Oh God, it'sIdol Austin." And let me tell you something. Onceupon a time, that would not have mattered to me.But, the last few months off have taught me something. I learned that ultimately, whether I was cheered orbooed, my popularity or lack thereof would not havebeen anything without the fans. I think it is time I stopped fighting for myself, and started fighting forthe fans instead. I swear to you all right here andnow that you are looking at a kindler, gentler, Idol Austin. And I will not let you down as MWA Championif you will give me the chance to redeem myself.

MM: THIS SUCKS!!!!!

LH: A kindler, gentler, Idol Austin? Is such a thingpossible?

MM: I can't even begin to describe how totally disappointed I am. I... I... I need a hug.

LH: Stay away!

MM: Not from you, fruitcake. Where's that cute intern that was running around before the show. She'll do.

LH: Mike! I'm getting word something is happening backstage with Typherion...The Camera men are rushing back now...

MM: What?

[The camera opens up in the backstage area and the camera zooms in on a bloody Typherion laying face first in a pool of his own blood! The camera pans back up and it zooms in on the White Masked man that beat the hell out of Ebola Zaire earlier in the night! The Man in the white mask stands there, with a chair in his hands. He tosses the chair down and extends his arms!]

[The Loudspeaker is whispering the word....APPARITION...APPARITION....]

MM: Who is the Apparition?