Mr. Buu vs. Cerebral Assassin

JR: It’s time now for our opening match as we have The Cerebral Assassin vs. the very unusual Mr. Buu. This man is enormous, and with the evil BabaDi controlling him, there’s no telling what he is capable of.

ID: Yes, This Buu fellow seems hell bent on destroying everything that gets in his way. He sounds like my kind of man, if you could call him that.

JR: Whatever he is, he has been successful. He had a very convincing win last week in a three way dance. Let’s see if he can continue it this week against The Cerebral Assassin. This young man seems very determined to knock down this behemoth, no matter how big he is.

ID: Bah! If he gets in Mr. Buu’s way, he will end up just like the rest!

Beethoven’s “Flight of the Bumblebee” plays over the PA as Mr. Buu walks through the curtain, jumping and skipping his way down the isle, followed behind by his master, BabaDi. He climbs into the ring and begins running back and forth off of the ropes, humming and smiling while he does it. BabaDi orders him to stop fooling around, and he stops in his tracks and turns toward the ramp and awaits his opponent.

JR: Why does this mammoth of a man listen to a little pipsqueak like BabaDi? He is twice his size and could squash him like a grape, but yet he does everything he says.

ID: He is doing what he is told, like any decent wrestler should do. There is nothing wrong with that. Besides, Mr. Buu has the intellect of a mere child. There is no telling what he would do if BabaDi was not there to control him.

“Electric Funeral” by Black Sabbath blares over the PA as The Cerebral Assassin makes his way down the ramp to a rousing ovation from the capacity crowd. He climbs up the stairs and into the ring, and looks over his opponent, apparently trying to size him up.

JR: Here comes the Cerebral Assassin. He looks like he is trying to figure out just how to take down this strange individual.

ID: Well, he certainly will not be throwing him around like he was a rag doll, that is for certain!

JR: Yeah, that is definitely true. He’s going to have to find another way to take this monster of a man down.

Mr. Buu is standing in the corner smiling and jumping up and down, while the Assassin just stands there looking at him. The Assassin finally decides to go after Buu, and charges at him with a clothesline, but instead of knocking him down, he himself falls down. Buu just smiles as Assassin gets up and charges at him again, with the same result.

JR: I think that the Assassin is going at this the wrong way. He is going to have to find another way to take the big man down. The Assassin is no small man himself, but this offense just isn’t working.

ID: Someone needs to tell that boy that he cannot beat Mr. Buu. Simple as that.

JR: We’ll see about that Duke.

The Assassin gets back up, but this time instead of going for the clothesline, he ducks down and chop blocks the knee as Buu goes down. The Assassin runs off the ropes and drops a big elbow drop on him, then goes after the knee with a standing toehold.

JR: Looks like he found a way to get the monster down, Duke!

ID: It does not matter. Mr. Buu will find a way out of this.

The Assassin clamps down on the hold, but Buu just kicks him right in the chest, causing him to break the hold. Buu gets up, picks up Assassin and slams him down. He runs off the ropes and comes back and lands a 450 splash. He goes for the cover….

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No! Assassin manages to kick out at two. Buu gets up, and drops a big legdrop on the Assassin. But this time he doesn’t go for the cover. He gets up, picks up Assassin and throws him into the corner. Buu goes to the opposite corner, jumps up and down laughing, and charges at Assassin, but he manages to get out of the way, as Buu goes crashing into the corner.

JR: Looks like Buu tried to end it early, but the Assassin had other ideas.

ID: Bah! A slight miscalculation!

Assassin comes back and fires away at Buu with lefts and rights. Once again, he goes to the ropes and comes off with a chop block, but this time Buu blocks it and grabs him in a bearhug. The referee asks Assassin if he wants to give up, but he screams out no as Buu clamps the hold on even harder.

ID: Haha! What did I tell you James! It’s only a matter of time now!

JR: It doesn’t look too good for the Assassin right now.

Assassin manages to break the hold by raking his eyes. He again begins firing off lefts and rights to the head of Mr. Buu. He comes off the ropes, but forgets about BabaDi, who grabs a hold of the Assassin’s ankle and tries to trip him up. The Assassin turns his attention momentarily to BabaDi, but when he turns around, Buu charges at him with a football-style tackle. Buu whips the Assassin into the corner, goes over to the opposite corner, and charges, does a cartwheel, and splashes him in the corner.

JR: OH MY!! He just flattened The Assassin with that move!

ID: What did I tell you James! Get him Buu!

BabaDi tells Buu to set him up for his finishing maneuver. Buu pulls Assassin into the corner, climbs to the second rope and comes crashing down with a Banzai drop.

JR: OH MY!!! Meal Time!! That’s it! He goes for the cover!!

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Your winner by pinfall, Mr. Buu!!

ID: I said it from the beginning James, nobody can take down Mr. Buu! The man is unstoppable!

JR: I have to admit, that was very impressive. Stay tuned folks! We have plenty more action for you tonight!

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Hardkore Hank vs. Stan D. Loser

JR: Well Duke, are you ready for the next match?

ID: I don't know, James, I'm still needing some time to recover. I haven't seen someone get beaten like that in a long time.

JR: This is true, Duke. Mr. Buu came out and simply flattened the Cerebral Assassin. I don't know if Cerebral Assassin knows where he is right now.

ID: Well, wherever he is, he needs to get the hell out of Dodge and rest. Wow!

JR: Well Duke, while other people need to rest, we have more matches to call, and our next match features a man who is becoming somewhat of another Ambassador of Friendship here in A1E.

ID: Indeed, James. Mr. Stan D. Loser is out here to become everyone's best friend. However, I think Chip Friendly might want to consider suing Mr. Loser for gimmick infrigement.

JR: Considering Chip is friends with Richard Farnswirth, and a member of the Highland Park Social Club, I assume there would be several high priced lawyers around to make that happen.

The arena is then filled with the sounds of the theme music to "Oprah", the daily talk show. The crowd buzzes, then sure enough, Oprah herself steps out between the curtain and walks out to center stage. She waves to all the fans, a big smile on her face.

JR: Oh my god!

ID: What?

JR gets to his feet.

JR: It's Oprah! Oprah is here!

ID: The Queen of day time television is here! So what?

JR: I thought I told her to *never* come around where I work! Excuse me Duke, I need to go take care of this!

JR tosses his headset to the announce table and heads up the ramp, yelling at Oprah, and pointing at her.

ID: Ladies and gentlemen, you must excuse James, he's been having problems with the women lately.

The crowd cheers as JR gets right in Oprah's face, his big black Resistol hat bobbing from side to side as he berates Oprah. She looks shocked, and takes a couple steps back from JR, who is now animatedly waving his arms around, screaming at Oprah.

ID: Poor James. Oprah comes out to plug her show, and it looks like JR is going to plug her.

Oprah turns to leave, yet JR grabs her by the arm, and keeps her from going. He continues to berate her, and then Oprah has had enough, and she starts yelling back at JR, tears streaming down her eyes. JR steps back as Oprah lets him have it, then she turns to leave once again. She gets a few steps away when JR suddenly charges forward, going down low, and he chop blocks Oprah's left leg! Oprah goes down like she's been shot, and JR jumps on top of her and begins raining down right-handed knuckle sandwiches to Oprah's face like there's no tomorrow! The crowd is going wild!

ID: This is just wrong! If you think NOW was after us after he went after Rosie, I can't wait to see what happens after this!

JR continues to wail away at Oprah's face, then stops, and lifts his Resistol hat to the crowd. The fans cheer to him as he wipes his brow, then places the hat back on his head. JR then pulls Oprah to her feet, and whips her into the steel supports holding up the A1Etron, bashing her head on the scaffolding!

The fans cheer him on as the A1Etron warily rocks back and forth, and JR has a hold of Oprah by the hair. He looks out to the fans, and points to the far right end of the stage.

ID: My god! James has flipped over the edge!

The fans yell back to "GO FOR IT!" as he points at the end of the stage. He boots Oprah in the guts, and then runs at the end of the stage, full speed ahead, pulling Oprah along....

ID: I can't watch!

They reach the end of the stage, and JR puts on the brakes, but he tosses Oprah over the side!!

ID: OH MY GOD!!!!

The crowd gasps as Oprah goes soaring over the end of the stage into the crew pit below! The sickening crunching sound of wood echoes through the arena as Oprah goes through two tables!

ID: Oh well, at least it wasn't my announce table.

JR stands at the edge of the stage and peers over, looking at the broken body of Oprah, then he tips his hat to the crowd and smiles, waving to the sold out crowd! A huge "J-R! J-R! J-R!" chant fills the arena as he walks back off the stage and down the ramp towards his seat at the announce table.

ID: James! What the hell were you thinking! That's the third female celebrity you've destroyed in as many weeks! What have you got to say for yourself?!?

JR: Oops, I did it again!

ID: I can't wait till I show Mr. Houston sees this tape. You are going to be in deep trouble.

JR: I highly doubt it, Duke. Then I will have to show him the tape of the midget hooker you had under the announce table last week.

ID: I, er... um...

JR: That's right, Duke. Let's just forget about everything and get on with the match, shall we?

"Loser" by Beck fills the arena, and the crowd boos as Stan Loser makes his entrance, accompanied by Dr. Victorious. They come out from behind the curtain and make their way down the ramp.

JR: What do you think of this Dr. Victorious, Duke? This man used to be Stan's psychiatrist, but now, he's his manager!

ID: Well, I must say that this was a smart career move by Stan D. Loser, James. No one knows the inner workings of Stan quite like Dr. Victorious must know him, and he can certainly use that knowledge to motivate Stan and push him on to greatness.

JR: We shall have to wait and see how this combination turns out, Duke. Hopefully for Stan, it will turn out to be a prosperous one.

As Stan and Dr. Victorious enter the ring, "Loser" fades out, and is replaced by "Last Resort" by Papa Roach, and the crowd continues to boo as A1E's HHH, Hardkore Hank Hamilton steps between the curtains and makes his way down the ramp.

JR: And here comes Stan's opponent, making somewhat of a return here to A1E, after missing last week's card, but it seems that Hank has returned with an attitude, directly attacking Stan's manhood!

ID: That's a bold statement to make, but Hardkore Hank can certainly back that up. He was a long standing champion in the Nebraska Backyard Wrestling Federation!

JR: He did hold that title for quite some time, and Hank has been known to pull some crazy stunts during his time there to get the win! Let's see if he can do it tonight!

HHH climbs the ring steps and enters the ring. He yells at the ref, trying to get Dr. Victorious out of the ring. The official complies, and escorts the Doctor out of the ring, but he does remain at ringside. The official comes back to the middle of the ring, and signals for the bell. Stan and Hank begin to circle each other, and the crowd begins to buzz.

JR: We're under way!

ID: Just like Poor Oprah on the way to the hospital!

JR: And she deserved every bit of it!

Stan and HHH lock up in the middle of the ring. HHH powers Stan back to a corner where he lays into him with a right hand followed by several knife edge chops, drawing "whooooo!"'s from the fans with each shot. HHH whips Stan across the ring to the far corner, and runs in after him for the big splash, yet Stan gets a boot up into HHH's face, and he staggers back a couple steps, holding his jaw. Stan quickly jumps to the second rope and catches HHH with a tornado DDT. The fans let out an "OOHHHH!!" at the impact, and Stan gets to his feet.

JR: Nice counter attack by Stan, as he is looking to pick up his first win under his new manager, Dr. Victorious, and make him proud!

ID: As proud as you are whilst you were pounding Oprah's head into the cold steel of the ramp?

JR: Knock it off!

Stan pulls HHH to wobbly feet, and HHH just stands there for a moment, swaying back and forth, and Stan lands a few left jabs to the side of HHH's face that snap HHH's head back. Stan grabs HHH and whips him to the ropes, yet HHH reverses and sends Stan to the ropes. Stan rebounds, and HHH catches him with a modified full nelson slam. The crowd gasps at the impact.

JR: Nice impact on that maneuver from Hardkore Hank!

ID: Yes, I'm sure you enjoy it. That sounded somewhat like Oprah crashing off the end of the stage, didn't it?

JR: Would you like to be next, you wanker?

HHH stays in motion, leaping to the top rope, and spreading his arms out before leaping off...

JR: Swanton! HHH just nailed Stan with a Swanton bomb!

ID: He has the cover!

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Kickout!

JR: OHH!!! He barely kicked out of that one!

HHH pulls Stan to his feet, and rocks him with some right hands before sending him back down to the mat with a scoop slam. HHH stomps Stan a few times before going back to the corner, and jumping to the top rope again. He leaps off, and tucks into a spin...

ID: My word! 450 splash!

JR: No!! Stan managed to roll out of the way, and HHH hit nothing but canvas!

The crowd groans as HHH misses the move, and he holds his ribs as he bounces off the mat.

JR: HHH went to the well one too many times, and this time he paid for it!

After a few moments, both men struggle to get back to their feet, and HHH winds up with a right hand for Stan, yet Stan blocks and fires with a right hand of his own, which HHH ducks. HHH swings again with another right, but Stan blocks it again. Stan fires back, yet HHH blocks it and grabs Stan's arm, turning it into an armringer, followed by a short clothesline. Stan hits the canvas, and HHH begins to stomp Stan, kicking at his chest and ribs. HHH pulls Stan to his feet, and whips him to the ropes. Stan rebounds, and HHH drops his head for a backdrop, yet Stan stops short and kicks HHH in the chest. HHH folds his hands over his chest, and yells out in pain, and Stan grabs him, and hits a snap suplex, and floats over for the cover...

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Kickout!

ID: I thought Stan might come out on top after that interesting exchange.

JR: Well done by both competitors, punching and counter-punching, each fighting for position.

ID: Of course, it was not as interesting as your destruction of Oprah.

JR: Must you continue to badger me?

ID: You call this badgering? Wait till Oprah's lawyers get through with you!

Stan stomps HHH near the corner, and climbs to the top rope.

JR: Both these men going to the top a number of times tonight!

Stan leaps high into the air...

ID: Frog Splash!

JR: No! HHH got the knees up!

The crowd groans as Stan bounces off of HHH's knees and hits the mat, clutching his ribs. HHH gets to his hands and knees, and rolls Stan over for the cover...

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Kickout!

ID: That was close!

HHH picks up Stan, and drills him with a couple right hands. He whips Stan to the ropes, and Stan rebounds into a HHH clothesline that sends him down to the mat. HHH picks up Stan, and lifts him up into a huge stalling vertical suplex. At the top, Stan kicks and squirms, and HHH loses control of the lift. Stan falls behind HHH, and as he does he grabs HHH around the neck and uses the momentum to drive HHH's head into the canvas, much like a reverse DDT, but Stan's whole body weight slams HHH's head to the mat.

JR: What a counter!

The growd "OHHHH!"'s as Stan hits the move, and Stan goes for the cover...

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The ref calls for the bell, and "Loser" fills the arena as the official raises Stan's hand. Dr. Victorious climbs into the ring, and helps Stan celebrate.

LG: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, by pinfall.... Stan D. Loser!!

JR: This could be the start of a wonderful working relationship between these two! It'll be interesting to see how far the good Doctor can take Stan!

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Porter vs. Joey Baggadonuts

JR: Well folks, it’s time for our next match on this already red hot night of action! Next up we have the big man, Porter going head to head with the Italian Scallion, Joey Baggadonuts. Some unusual training methods this week from Joey this week, Duke. The man stepped into a cage with a bear cub and tried fighting it!

ID: Bah! You know as well as I do James that that bear was fully grown! If that training ritual works for Mr. Baggadonuts, then so be it.

JR: Whatever Duke. I know what I saw. But apparently, Porter wasn’t impressed with Joey’s methods, just made him that much more determined to win. He’s coming off two tag team losses and is trying to get back on the winning track. To say that he is determined might even be an understatement! Let’s get down to the ring.

The theme from “The Godfather” plays over the PA as Joey Baggadonuts makes his way out onto the ramp. He ignores the fans’ boos as he walks down the ramp and into the ring. He makes hand gestures as to say, “come on, let’s get this thing going” as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.

JR: And here he is folks! Joey seems fairly confident this week, Duke. Porter is no slouch.

ID: That bloody tart will the bloody hell beaten out of him by Mr. Baggadonuts! He has every reason to be confident James!

JR: Hopefully he’s not overconfident, or he could wind up flat on his back staring at the ring lights.

Joey’s music fades out at “Burn” by the Cure blares over the PA as Porter makes his way out from behind the curtain and onto the ramp to a rousing ovation from the capacity crowd. He raises his arms to acknowledge the crowd, then makes his way down the ramp, walks up the steps, and steps into the ring, never taking his eyes off of his opponent.

JR: Here comes his opponent, Porter. He seems very focused as he stares a hole through his opponent!

ID: Bah! It does not matter. He could stare at him all day, but it will not change the outcome of this match. That bloody toerag Porter is going to get squashed like an insect!

Both men stare at each other for a few moments, then they begin to circle one another. Porter dives for a leg on Joey, and gets him down and starts working on the knee with forearm smashes. Porter then grabs the left leg, which he was just working on, and locks in a standing toe hold, but Joey manages to get to the ropes, which causes the break.

JR: Porter comes out on fire early here and it seems he already has a strategy, and that is take out the legs.

Porter reaches for Joey’s leg again, but Joey hangs onto the rope. The ref holds Porter back and tells him not to go after him, as he is in the ropes. Joey finally lets go of the ropes and dives at Porter and lands a clothesline while the ref was holding him back. Joey goes right after him with boots to the ribs. He picks up Porter and whips him off the ropes for a back bodydrop, but he telegraphs the move and Porter nails him with a piledriver.

JR: Joey tried to be sneaky with that clothesline, but got too careless and got caught with a brutal piledriver by the big man!

ID: Bah! The bloody toerag has been cheating the whole time! Everyone knows Joseph can take him apart any time he wants to!

Porter picks Joey up and whips him to the near ropes, and lands a powerslam as he comes off. He goes for the cover….

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No. Joey kicks out at two. Porter continues his offense as he picks him up and sets him up for a sidewalk slam, but Joey rakes his eyes and causes him to break the hold.

ID: Haha! What did I tell you James! Now “business is about to pick up”.

JR: He poked him in the eye behind the ref’s back Duke! I wouldn’t say that means anything yet. Let’s see what he can do with it.

Joey gets up slowly, and bounces off the ropes and lands another clothesline. He charges at Porter, tackles him and starts pummeling him with lefts and rights to the head. He pauses and taunts the fans, but as he does that, Porter reverses the move and gets on top of Joey and starts wailing away with lefts and rights of his own. Porter gets up and picks up and whips Joey into the corner, and follows in with a clothesline of his own. He lifts Joey up onto the second rope and sets him up for a top rope superplex, and connects.

JR: Oh my!! What a vicious superplex by Porter!! The cover!

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Thr… no!!

JR: He kicked out!! How he kicked out of that I will never know, but he did!

ID: It is going to take a lot more than that to take him down James!

Porter signals to the ref with three fingers, but the ref says it was only two. Porter goes back over to Joey, picks him up and whips him into the ropes, but Joey reverses the whip, and dives at Porter with a cross-body block. He stays on top for the cover….

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Kick out. Porter kicks out at one. Joey once again whips Porter into the ropes, but Porter counters with a slam, and directly rolling into a sharpshooter.

JR: It’s the Punisher!! The Punisher!! Will Joey give up?!

ID: Never James! He is not a quitter!

Joey tries to reach for the ropes, but Porter just pulls him back to the middle of the ring. Joey has no choice but to tap out.

Your winner by submission…. Porter!!

JR: What were you saying Duke?

ID: Bah, he did not tap! He was reaching for the ropes!

Porter celebrates in the ring, but Stan D. Loser runs down the ramp, chair in hand, and sneaks up behind Porter and waffles him with it, flooring him and knocking him unconcious.

JR: OH MY!! What is the deal with this?!! Stan just waylayed Porter with that steel chair!! He's out cold!

ID: Serves that bloody toerag right!

Stan lays the chair down in the ring and non-chalantly walks out of the ring like nothing happened, as the EMTs come down to tend to Porter.

JR: What a situation we have here folks! Stay tuned!

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More voices that lay in the dark...

JR: Well, that was one hell of a slobberknocker..

ID: I really wish you'd stop using that terminology James, it's..

JR: Wait a second, we're cutting to the back…

ID: For what? Bloody hell, between every other match it seems we're going to the back…

JR: Quiet Duke!

The scene shifts to the back, in JA's darkened locker room. JA is going back into his locker room to pick up a forgotten item for his match. Suddenly…

Voice yes, that one!: Forgot something?

JA: What, you again?

Voice sarcastic: I'm happy to see you too.

JA: Please, what is it this time? I just stopped back to get a protein bar before my match. Make whatever it is you have to say quick.

Voice: That's what I want to hear! Aggression, annoyance, veiled threats. You're becoming the Jericoholic I remember best.

JA: Really? And lemme guess, that's not a bad thing, that's a good thing, right?

Voice: Well, you could say that. But seriously, I've really seen the change in you. You don't pander to the fans anymore, you seem more vicious in the ring and in your words. Everything is falling into place.

JA: Really? Well, these changes you see really aren't anything that you'd like. First off, everything I do is still for them, the fans. Secondly, the viciousness, well, it's just an adaptation. You know, to survive, you need to evolve.

Voice: Well you got that right. And I do see the evolution. You might not want to admit it, but you aren't doing things for the fans anymore. You just don't want to admit it. You keep holding on, but once you let go, you will finally get the respect you deserve. The respect you've been lacking. The respect that has been sucked away from you, by Chip, by the front office, by everyone in A1E, by yourself…

JA: Listen, the parking thing wasn't nothing, alright? Not my fault they don't provide enough parking at this arena for everyone. And Chip will get his for egging my car. I don't need you poisoning my brain any more. Now, peace out, and stay peaced out for my sake and yours…

JA storms off.

Voice: I'm getting to him. He's just a stubborn one.

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Highland Park Social Club vs Jericoholic Anonymous & Chameleon

"The Call of Ktutlu" calls out the mysterious Chameleon who wanders out to a sizeable pop from the crowd and enters the ring awaiting his partner.

JR: Let's get set for our next match-up, as Highland Park's own Richard Farnswirth and Andy Gilkison take on JA and this man, Chameleon.

The song is replaced by "Eat the Rich" as the crowd explodes to the enthusiastic entrance of Jericholics Anonymous. He revs up the crowd before high-fiving his partner in the ring.

JR: It doesn't look like these two will have a problem working together.

ID: Well, we all know the Social Club won't, so they better if they want to stand any chance against them.

"Ride of the Valkyries" ignites a totally opposite reaction from the crowd, as the A1E Triple Star Champion Richard Farnswirth followed by Fikes and Andrew Gilkison appear with smirks all around, taking in the tremendous boos. The team from Highland Park enters the ring, as both teams decide who will start.

JR: It looks like Gilkison will start against Chameleon.

The two lock up in the middle of the ring with Gilkison gaining the advantage, he yanks Chameleon's arm around an a twist, and around a second time, applying pressure. Chameleon reverses it into a hammerlock, which Gilkison reverses into one of his own. Both men depart and run to opposite ropes, rebound, and going for shoulder blocks, which Gilkison manages to win and knock Chameleon down. Chameleon gets right back up, rushes to the ropes again, ducks under a Gilkison clotheslines attempt and connects with a mint high flipping dropkick on the rebound. Gilkison gets right back and is knocked down by another dropkick. Chameleon rushes to the ropes and hits a quick leg drop, then pins...

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Kickout. Chameleon sits Gilkison up, rushes to the ropes and drop kicks him in the back of the head. He tags in JA, who hops over the top rope and goes straight to Gilkison, lifting him up and attacking with chops and body kicks. He pushes him into corner, then tosses him to the opposite corner, rushes and jumps over a Gilkison boot attempt right over the ropes and onto the apron. Gilkison turns around and is hit hard and sent back by a flying springboard dropkick by JA! JA runs and hits a senton splash before pinning...

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Kickout! Gilkison powers out. JA lifts him, twists his arm around and tags in Chameleon. Chameleon climbs to the second turnbuckle and drops a stiff elbow into Gilkison's shoulder. Gilkison hits the mat in pain, and Chameleon picks him back up and hits a snap suplex. He rushes to the ropes, but is tripped up by Fikes from the outside. Farnswirth distracts the ref, as Fikes pulls Chameleon to the outside, tosses him into the baracade and drop his chin on the apron before rolling him back in the ring in a lot worse shape than when he left.

JR: Underhanded tactics as usual by the Social Club. But they're geniuses right Duke?

ID: Of course.

Gilkison is revived by now, as he lifts Chameleon and manages to pull off a piledriver before tagging in Richard Farnswirth. The defeaning boos drown out even the commentators as the A1E Triple Star Champion enters into the action. He lifts Chameleon and drives a fist into his face, and again, and again, then three chops, then clotheslines him down. He then gets down and drops two knees on Chameleon's thigh, then pins...

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Kickout! Farnswirth lifts Chameleon and whips him to the buckle applying a sleeper hold on the rebound. Chameleon flails his arms and manages to move himself close to his corner, for JA to punch Farnswirth in the head. Farnswirth releases the hold and staggers back, allowing for Chameleon to tag JA, who explodes in the ring to a huge pop opening with rights and lefts on Farnswirth, then whips him to the buckle and throws Farnswirth seven feet in the air with a back body drop. JA lifts him quickly and executes a snap suplex, then pins...

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Kickout! The TriStar Champion raised his shoulder. JA lifts Farnswirth again, whips him to the ropes, throws a clothesline, which Farsnwirth ducks, and grabs JA from behind with a neckbreaker in desperation. Farnswirth tries to crawl over for a tag, but is grabbed by the leg by JA. JA drags him from his knees, and lifts him by the waist before hitting a beautiful german suplex with bridge...

JR: Farnswirth in trouble here!

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But Fikes pulls the ref out to the outside. The ref shouts at Fikes. Just after, Fikes looks up to see JA leaping over the rop rope on top of him! JA unloads with rights and lefts before getting back into the ring. He stands but Farnswirth is up and thumbs him in the eye, and...

JR: Market Crash! Richard Farnswirth just hit the Market Crash!

ID: Yes!! It's over! Richy never ceizes to amaze me.

Farnswirth pins...

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But Chameleon breaks the count. Farnswirth lunges to attack him, but Chameleon tosses him over with a martial arts throw. Gilkison rushes the ring and attack Chameleon, as the two go flipping over the ropes to the outside. The ravage each other with rights and lefts, distracting the ref, as he leaves the ring to try and break it up.

Meanwhile in the ring, both JA and Farnswirth are up, as JA kicks him in the gut, applies a gutwrench...

JR: Karelin Driver coming up! Wait a minute...damn that Fikes!

Fikes gets right in the ring and attack JA knocking him down. He then lifts him by the throat and slams him down with a chokeslam. Then proceeds to hold up JA for Farnswirth to apply the...

ID: MILLION DOLLAR DREAM! Oh yes! It's over.

JA is held in the move for a good miunte before Fikes shouts at the ref to get in the ring, who still hasn't gotten control over Gilkison and Chameleon, who are now fighting in the crowd. Noticing JA out, the ref raises his arm...it falls...

1...

Raises it once more...it falls... 2...

Raises it one more time...

ID: Haha, it fell again! JA is out at the hands of the champion. Oh happy day!

The ref calls for the bell, as JA's arm falls one last time.

Your winners...The Highland Park Social Club!!!

Fikes lifts JA and holds him as Farnswirth once again hit the Market Crash!

JR: Enough is enough! Someone stop this. Wait! Who's that? It's Mimic!

Mimic appears out of nowhere and dropkicks Fikes out of the ring, before blocking an attack by Farnswirth, and knocking him down with a right hand of his own. He then clotheslines Farnswirth over the top rope as the crowd goes nuts. "Chameleon" plays over the speakers as Fikes and disgruntled-faced Farnwirth retreat.

The camera turns to a shot of the backstage area where Andrew Gilkison and Chameleon have fought to the back. Finally several refs invade and break the two up.

JR: All hell has broken loose! Stay with us folks. Oh what a PPV this will be!

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Trying to bring Jamie back to her senses...

Jamie is found stretching in Euclid’s locker room. She is in her wrestling gear, which includes crimson warm-up pants with a black strip running down the sides and a blank tank top. She kicks her leg up on the wall in front of her and leans forward, stretching out her legs. A knock on the door turns her attention, but doesn’t distract her from continuing her pre-match activities.

Jamie: Come in…

The door opens and Big Dog steps in the room with his A1E World Championship belt slung over his shoulder. He closes the door behind him and walks over to Jamie, who continues what she was doing.

Jamie: Hey Paul.

BD: It’s good to see you back on your feet Jamie. And it looks like you’re still serious about this match tonight with Gladiator.

Jamie brings her leg back down to the floor and shakes it out, then turns to face Big Dog, a look of determination on her face.

Jamie: Ok, let’s not beat around the bush here. Cole told me that you were looking for Euclid and me earlier. You obviously have something you want to say, so let’s get on with it.

BD: That’s just it, Jamie. Where in the hell is Euclid? I find it hard to believe that he wouldn’t be here, especially when you’re doing something as dangerous and ill advised as fighting Max in a one on one match.

Jamie: He’s at the hospital getting his ribs treated. Dave has no idea that this match is going down, which is just the way it had to be. You know that he would never allow this match to happen if he were here.

Big Dog takes the strap off his shoulder and places it over the bench to his right. He shakes his head and puts his hands on Jamie’s shoulders. He stares into her eyes and doesn’t blink.

BD: Jamie… I won’t allow this match to happen. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. Look what they did to Beast. Look what they did to me. And if that doesn’t hit close enough to home, look what they did to Euclid. Jamie, this is not the same Maximus that we once knew. I know you remember him being a kind and gentle man. I even held out hope that there was some of that left in him. But, after what he did to you last week, I know that the Maximus I once knew is no more. Gladiator is a cold and calculating man… and he will hurt you.

Jamie gently takes Big Dog’s hand off of her and takes a step back. She offers a weak smile in response, then takes a deep breath.

Jamie: Now that you’ve said what’s on your mind, I’ll share what’s on mine. You and Dave are alike in so many ways, as revealed by what you just said to me. That is why he couldn’t know the truth this week. Dave will have no part in this… and neither will you. I am fully aware of what Max is capable of and I’m willing to take the chance. Paul, if you have any respect for me and our friendship, you’ll stay away from this match. That is all I ask.

BD: Jamie, I can’t allow-

She steps forward and puts her hand over his mouth. Jamie then reaches down and picks up Big Dog’s championship belt off of the bench and places it over his shoulder. She looks at it, then smiles at him.

Jamie: I always knew you’d make a great champion. Now you go out there and fight like one. Leave Gladiator to me. And leave the worrying to him.

She places her hand on his cheek, then walks by him. Before he can turn and say a word, Jamie is out the door and gone. The camera zooms in on Big Dog who has a perplexed look on his face. He shakes his head in concern and sighs heavily as the camera fades out.

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Gladiator vs Jamie
p>JR: Well, I don’t know what to tell you about this next match folks. Normally I’d be excited about the prospect of an exciting match. The thrill of two superstars taking it to each other, pulling no punches and letting it all hang out. However, in this next match, I’m terrified of the possibilities.

ID: I have to yield to you on this one, James. Someone is committing career suicide tonight. And that someone just might suffer some permanent damage.

JR: We are, of course, talking about the upcoming match between the Empire’s Gladiator… and Jamie. While I admire this young lady’s spirit, I question her judgment in agreeing to this match.

ID: She is certainly playing with fire. Even Big Dog couldn’t convince her to stay away. Not that I’m surprised or anything. Big Dog was never really good at anything in the first place.

JR: You know that Big Dog will be watching this match closely.

ID: Ah, but not too closely. Don’t forget that he has a match of his own to prepare for tonight. With Chip and Fly occupying Big Dog’s mind, Jamie will probably be left out her to fend for herself. And that, my dear James, is not a good thing… it’s a very very awful thing.

JR: And with Euclid nowhere to be found, I fear we may see Jamie get hurt very badly. Houston really should never had signed this match. What was he thinking?

ID: Entertain the fans? Come on, James. You know that they’re going to eat this one up. All because the silly tart couldn’t keep her nose out of Empire business. Don’t get me wrong, I feel bad for what’s going to happen to her. But she did do it to herself.

JR: So much for compassion, eh Duke?

ID: I just tell it like it is, James. I just tell it like it is.

The fans erupt as “What You Got” kicks in on the sound system. They jump to their feet as the curtains part and Jamie walks out. She plays to the crowd for bit, before walking down the ramp and sliding in the ring.

ID: She seems way too happy for someone who is about to take a serious beating. Maybe she likes it rough?

JR: Tone it down, Duke.

Jamie does some high kicks to make sure she is limbered up, then the music cuts off and changes to “For Glory and Honor”. The fans throw down an avalanche of boos as Maximus struts out from behind the curtains. He looks at the crowd with disdain, then starts down the ramp. He grins at Jamie as he approaches. Jamie stares a hole in him as he mockingly waves at her.

JR: I don’t know if I’ll be able to watch this. Let me know when it’s over.

Gladiator enters the ring and stalks Jamie. She holds her ground as he paces back and forth in front of her. The ref tells him to go to his corner as Jamie scowls at him from ring center. She goes back to her corner as well, then the ref calls for the bell.

ID: And so begins the end of Jamie. It’s a shame, really. Such a fine piece of ass.

JR: What?! Mind your tongue, Duke!

ID: Sorry, must be that blasted MTV getting in my head again. God, how I loathe pop culture.

The two combatants approach each other in the center of the ring. After a moments hesitation, Jamie moves in for the lock-up. Gladiator feigns moving in, then sidesteps causing Jamie to fly past him. He mockingly applauds her effort as she spins around to face him.

ID: Bwahaha! She missed!

JR: Aw, come on. She’s basically a rookie. Why must Gladiator toy with her like this.

Jamie gets herself under control as Gladiator continue to take the match lightly. Jamie moves in again for the lock-up, but Max sidesteps again, this time with an “olay!” gesture. Jamie staggers forward, this time into the ropes. She shoots a look of pure anger over her shoulder at Gladiator, who is enjoying every second of his shenanigans.

ID: Wow, this match is even better than expected. Pure comedy genius, James. Priceless!

Jamie moves in yet again for the lock-up. Gladiator again moves to sidestep, but Jamie makes a last minute adjustment and sends a vicious kick directly into the groin of Maximus! Before the crowd can even “ohhh!”, Jamie hauls off and slaps him across the face. She then quickly follows with a DDT!!!

JR: Christ almighty!!! Where the hell did that come from?

ID: Ouch! Poor Maximus. Kicked in the family jewels, slapped across the face, and DDTed… all in the matter of a few seconds!

JR: And listen to this crowd. They are 100% behind this young lady!!

Without even thinking about going for the cover, Jamie starts putting the boots to Max. He covers up, but Jamie is relentless. Finally, he rolls out of the ring as the crowd boos his cowardly actions. Jamie won’t have any of this, so she follows him out of the ring. He walks off the damage that Jamie did, then slides in the ring just before Jamie reaches him.

ID: Bwahaha! The oldest trick in the book!

Jamie quickly slides in after him, but is met with a boot to the gut, which sends Jamie jumping up about a foot in the air.

JR: Jamie’s lack of experience was really showing there. She walked right into that.

Max grabs Jamie by her hair and drags her to her feet. She tries to pry Max’s hands off her hair, but he quickly flips her over onto her back, using her hair to cause the flip. The crowd lets out a round of boos as Gladiator drags Jamie back up to her feet again.

ID: Well, at least she got some offense in before Gladiator destroyed her.

Gladiator puts her back down to the mat again with another flip. She shrieks in pain, partially from landing on her back and partially from the fact that her hair is continually being pulled. Max drags her back up to a standing position again and smiles wickedly at her. You can see the hate in her eyes as she struggles to get free. Suddenly, Max pulls her forward and lays a big kiss right on her lips. The crowd boos as she struggles to break his hold.

JR: Now that’s just disgusting. Leave her alone! He’s forcing himself on her!

ID: Oh, if only Euclid could see this now. Then he would know what a two-timing tart that Jamie is.

JR: Duke, he’s doing that against her will!

Jamie finally shoves Max off of her, then stumbles back away from him. She wipes her mouth with her hand as smiles at her. She is livid to the point of shaking. Gladiator pours salt on the wound by winking at Jamie and blowing her a kiss. Jamie responds, in turn, with a two-finger salute that the crowd pops big for!

JR: Man, that woman has some spunk! She’s not backing down at all!

Gladiator scowls at her determination and moves in to lock-up, which they finally do for the first time in the match. Max gains the upper-hand and places Jamie in a headlock. He holds her in place and talks trash to the crowd.

ID: Look at that dominating power! He’s a God, I tell you!

JR: He’s fighting a woman, Duke. What else would you expect?

ID: You would know best, considering your expertise in fighting women. Speaking of which, who’s next?

JR: Whoa! Look at Jamie go!

Jamie starts landing some elbow shots to Max’s midsection, trying to break free. He finally loses his grip and Jamie slips out. She then kicks out the back of his legs, sending him to the mat on his back. She wastes no time and drops to her knees, grabs his head, and starts slamming it repeatedly into the mat.

ID: Bloody hell! She’s in a mindless rage!

JR: Who could blame her?

She breaks away from Max and steps back, waiting for him to get back up. Max eventually arises, rubbing the back of his head. He stares at Jamie, then waves her off, obviously no longer entertained by the match. He proceeds to turn and walk away from Jamie towards the ropes!

JR: Wait a minute! That coward is leaving!

Jamie, not willing to let it go, runs up behind Max and quickly rolls him up!

1…

2…

JR: Kickout! Oh my! Jamie almost stole that one! Gladiator was caught completely by surprise!

ID: Yes, and now he’s infuriated! Look at him!

Max punches the mat and gets back on his feet. Jamie poises herself on the opposite side of the ring, still as intense as she was at the beginning of the match. She suddenly charges at Maximus for the attack and…

ID: BLOODY HELL!!!

The crowd groans as Gladiator catches Jamie mid-stride and almost drives her through the mat with a violent overhead belly to belly suplex!!! Jamie hits with extreme force and yelps in pain! Still fuming with anger, Maximus moves in and makes the cover.

1…

2…

3!!!

Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner by pinfall…

Gladiator!!!

JR: Jesus! And with that, it’s over. Did you see the impact on that move, Duke? She’ll be lucky if she can even get up after that move.

ID: It certainly did get her by surprise, James. But that’s what you learn to expect when you’re in the ring with Maximus. But wait, look! She’ll be able to get up after all. And Gladiator is lending her a hand!

Max grabs Jamie by her throat and picks her back up to her feet. She struggles in front of him, trying to escape. The ref moves in to stop Gladiator, but Max knocnks him out with a quick shot to the jaw!

JR: What is he doing?! No!!! Somebody stop him!!

Max flairs his nostrils, then looks over the crowd. He hold out his free hand… and give the thumbs down!!! The crowd boos heavily as Max tightens his grip and…

JR: Hold the phone! Oh my God!!! It’s Euclid!!! He’s here!!! He made it back from the hospital!

ID: Bloody hell!

The arena erupts as Euclid bursts onto the scene, still wearing his leather jacket and street clothes. He sprints down the ramp and slides in the ring! He makes a motion towards Gladiator, but he stops as Max threatens to hit Jamie with Warrior’s Death. Euclid stops in his tracks and locks eyes with Max. He quickly motions for a microphone, which is promptly thrown in the ring to him. He speaks with great haste.

Euclid: Max. Let go of her. This is not between you and Jamie. It’s between you and me. And so help me God… if you hurt her…

Max motions for a microphone of his own, all the while tightening his grip on Jamie’s neck.

Glad: So help you God, what? What can you possibly do right now, Euclid? As usual, I hold all the cards now. You are at the mercy of my will. I alone control whether you’ll spend the night with this little lady in your hotel room or in a hospital room. It’s just that simple.

Euclid: What’s the matter, Max? Are you hiding behind a woman? Is that what has become of you? The great and powerful Maximus, hiding from a confrontation with Euclid by threatening harm on a woman?

Glad: Hahaha… your act is transparent, as usual. We both know that you won’t do a thing as long as Jamie stands in harms way. She is your weakness. Your Achilles heel.

Euclid: Then I’ll tell you what. You let her go for now. Then the two of us can sort this out next week, at Vengence!!!

The crowd erupts as Euclid stares a hole in Gladiator. He maintains his grip on Jamie, not letting go of the advantage.

Glad: Just who are you to think you’re calling the shots here? Remember… I hold all the cards.

The crowd lets out a chorus of boos.

Glad: Shut up, peasants.

JR: Absolutely no class.

ID: Silence, twit!

Glad: I can see the fire in your eyes, Euclid. You want a match at Vengence? You got it.

The crowd begins to cheer, but stops as Max holds up a finger towards Euclid.

Glad: But it’s on my terms. And my terms are as follows. You seem to be completely taken with Jamie. I guess I can’t blame you… as I have “tasted” the goods.

Euclid steps towards Glad and clenches his fists.

Glad: Not so fast, Romeo. You didn’t let me finish. As I was saying, I see why you cherish Jamie so much. So, in the interest of entertaining this mob, let’s up the stakes of our little match. Winner take all. You win… your life goes on a usual. But if I win… I get Jamie!

The crowd boos heavily and Euclid screams F#@$ NO! so loud that he doesn’t even need the microphone to be heard. Gladiator picks up Jamie for the Warrior’s Death, which stops Euclid in his tracks, a look of fear on his face.

Glad: You see? I control fate. Accept the match, Euclid. It’s the only way Jamie is walking out by her own will tonight.

Euclid: Fine, you’ve got it. Just don’t do what I think you’re going to do. We’ll settle this at Vengence. You and me, one on one-

Glad: With possession of Jamie on the line.

Euclid: Deal, now please let her-

Max waves his finger at Euclid and shakes his head.

Glad: Not so fast, Euclid. There’s one thing I forgot to tell you. This isn’t going to be any normal match. Not by any means. No, this match is going to be fought under special rules. This match will not be the barbaric violence that A1E is accustomed to. Our match will be… a Greco-Roman wrestling match!

The crowd lets out even more boos when hearing the match announcement.

ID: Bwahahaha! That’s pure genius! Euclid won’t stand a chance!

JR: That’s just not fair! Talk about stacking the cards in your favor. And all this with Jamie on the line!

Euclid reluctantly nods his head.

Euclid: Fine. Whatever you say… you’ve got it. Now let her go. Your day is coming, Max.

Glad: Save it for someone who might be scared, Euclid.

Max shoves Jamie by her neck directly into Euclid. She gasps for air and falls against him. Gladiator takes the opportunity to roll out of the ring and start backpedaling up the ramp. Euclid holds Jamie close to him and looks over at Gladiator.

Glad: Cherish the moments, Euclid. Because after Vengence, that pretty little lady will be all mine.

He tosses the microphone aside as “For Glory and Honor” sounds thoroughout the arena, drowning out the boos from the crowd. Euclid helps keep Jamie up while she tries to catch her breath. He looks down at her with concern, then back up at Gladiator.

JR: I don’t believe what I’m hearing!!! Euclid and Gladiator will fight in a one on one Greco-Roman match for possession of Jamie! And it’s all gonna happen at A1E’s Vengence!!!

Gladiator stands atop the ramp and grins at Euclid and Jamie, before turning and disappearing behind the curtains.

ID: Ah, what a lovely development. And so much more to come! Please, do stay with us!

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Pharoah vs Ken Cloverleaf

JR: Welcome back to the show folks have we got a dandy for you next.

ID: YES! We get to see the illustrious return of the most perfect and outstanding superstar in A1E today, Ken Cloverleaf!!!

JR: But he'll have his hands full tonight with a man on a role, and the #1 contender for the A1E Cyber Championship, Pharoah.

ID: Bah, who cares, Ken Cloverleaf is perfect in every aspect of...everything! He can't lose.

JR: It should be a tremendous contest.

"Song 2" blares over the speakers as the crowd erupts to the entrance of A1E's Cyber Champion, Canuck.

ID: What is bloody hell is he doing out here. Just the man who can turn my good mood upside down.

Canuck makes his way around the ring and to the announce table.

CANUCK: Bonjour, JR. Duke.

JR: Welcome, Canuck, we're happy to have you.

CANUCK: Merci, mon ami.

ID: Speak for yourself, fatman. I'd rather eat a bloody toerag than sit next to him.

CANUCK: Nice to see jou again too Duke.

ID: Bah. Why can't you watch this match from the back?

CANUCK: Well, I tought I'd get a final up close look at my challenger before our big match next week. Plus I want to make sure he'll remain at 100% for when de time comes.

JR: Don't mind him, you know how he is.

CANUCK: Oui, I know. Duke is bitter because he didn't manage a champion.

ID: *cough*Fluke reign*cough*

CANUCK: What was dat, Duke?

ID: What, oh nothing.

JR: Anyway, let's get to the match.

"The Wind Below" summons the return of Ken Cloverleaf to A1E. He struts past the curtain and smirks at the booing crowd.

ID: These pillocks don't know true perfection when they see it.

CANUCK: Haha, Duke, please, Ken Cloverleaf is far from perfect. De man is a dellusional mess.

Ken stops at the top of the ramp and turns around motioning for something.

JR: What's he doing?

With the signal the 7-foot Payne ducks under the bottom of the A1E-tron and stands beside Ken. Then the two approach the ring.

CANUCK: Hmm, it look like Monsieur Cloverleaf found a friend.

JR: A very large friend.

Ken Cloverleaf, followed by Payne, circle the outside of the ring and approach the annouce table. Canuck stands.

JR: Hey, now, Ken, get into the ring, we don't want any trouble.

Ken shouts some profanities to Canuck, something about being the true Cyber Champion, then laughs and enters the ring. Canuck takes his seat once again.

CANUCK: Dat boy needs to watch his mout. I have no problem wit teaching him anodder lesson.

"Walk Like a Solider" booms over the speakers as the crowd goes nuts at the sight of Pharoah.

JR: And here is the #1 contender to your A1E Cyber Championship.

ID: I hope he knocks your bloody block off.

CANUCK: I have no doubt Pharoah is an extremely talented competitor, and will perhaps be my biggest challenge to date.

JR: Do you still stand by those harsh words directed towards him earlier?

CANUCK: Yes, yes I do, for de mostpart. Aldough dose word were said in a haste of fury. I still have respect for de man. But know dat all feelings will be trown to de wayside next week, hate, respect, it doesn't matter when de title is on de line.

Pharoah storms into the ring, with the crowd behind him, it almost overwhelms Cloverleaf, who exists the ring in a hurry. Pharoah glares over the ropes to Canuck at the announce table, then points to him, saying nothing.

JR: A show of respect, perhaps?

ID: No way, he's saying, your time in near.

With this distraction, Ken Cloverleaf rolls back in the ring and attacks Pharoah from behind as the bell rings. Ken swings Pharoah around and delivers a combination of hard body blows and stinging knife-edged chops. He backs Pharoah in the corner and continues his assault, until he whips him to the opposite buckle. But Pharoah reverses with a whip of his own crashing Ken hard into the turnbuckle then sending a massive clothesline on the rebound. Cloverleaf hits the ground but is quickly brought back up by Pharoah. Pharoah drives those fists into the gut and head of Ken, then picks him up and scoop slams him down.

JR: Pharoah gaining an early advantage.

Pharoah drops a knee, then applies a brief grounded chinlock, then raises again. He whips Ken to the ropes and on the rebound connects with a spinebuster. Cover...

1...

2...

Kickout! Pharoah lifts up Ken again and takes him into the corner, then drives elbows into the side of his head. He whips Ken to the opposite buckle, rushes with a clothesline, but Ken ducks, and as Pharoah turns around, gets in a drop toe hold. Pharoah is not down for long, but Ken is right on him with chops and body kicks. Ken throws Pharoah to the ropes, and on the rebound ducks under a clothesline and nails a neckbreaker.

ID: Perfect. Simply outstanding. Wouldn't you say Canuck. You only wish you had his talent.

CANUCK: Didn't I beat him?

ID: Nonsense, Ken is undefeated.

CANUCK: Oh, yeah, I forgot.

Ken nods pleasingly to Payne, then applies a seated armbar. But it doesn't last long, as Pharoah pushes himself to his feet. But Ken quickly throws him back down with a nice-looking russian leg sweep. Cover...

1...

2...

Kickout! Ken lifts Pharoah and executes a snap suplex, but holds, gets up and delivers another snap suplex. He pins again...

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2...

Kickout! Ken leaves his opponent dazed on his knees and climbs to the second turnbuckle. Pharoah rises to his feet, Ken jumps, but is hit right on the chin with a sidekick! Ken hits the mat like a ton of bricks and Pharoah makes a pin attempt...

1...

2...

Kickout! Ken just raises his shoulder in time. Pharoah agressively lifts Cloverleaf throws him to the ropes, and on the rebound mounts him on his shoulders and drops a devastating DVD!

JR: High impact move!

CANUCK: Dat was impressive.

Pharoah goes to the second turnbuckle himself, leaps, and connects with an elbow drop. Cover...

1...

2...

JR: Thr...No! Kickout, just barely!

CANUCK: Dat was very close. I tought he had him.

Pharoah lifts a groggy Ken Cloverleaf and sets him up between his legs...

JR: Is this it? The Pharoah's Curse? Listen to this crowd!

ID: No! No!!

CANUCK: Look like dis one is over.

Pharoah lifts Ken for the piledriver, but just before he can land it, Payne gets on the apron. Pharoah drops Ken, and lunges at Payne connecting with a right hand. But as he turns around he is hit with a low blow by Ken.

CANUCK: Ouch!

ID: Haha, good show.

JR: Good show, he's cheating, Duke.

Ken then quickly rolls up Pharoah in a small package...

1...

2...

Kickout! Ken slams his fists on the mat in a tantrum, then shouts at the ref, who reiterates the 2 count. Ken turns back around right into Pharoah who lifts his boot, but Ken ducks and Pharoah connects with the referee!

JR: Uh oh.

Ken hits another low blow to Pharoah sending Pharoah in anguish to the mat. Ken stomps Pharoah, then applies the Texas Cloverleaf!

ID: Yes! Look at that!

JR: There it is, Pharoah is not looking good.

Pharoah screams in pain, as Ken pulls back with all he's got. The ref is still down so he then reaches over and grabs the hand of Payne who pulls to increase the leverage!

JR: Hey, that's unfair!

ID: Life isn't fair, James!

Pharoah is fading fast against the extra leverage.

CANUCK: I've had enough of dis.

JR: Where are you going?

Canuck slams down his headpiece and leaves the annouce table, tackling the monster Payne!

ID: What is he doing, is he bloody loony?

Canuck knocks the big man down and assaults him with a fury of punches.

The ref awakes to see Pharoah in the move, and asks the imortant question. Pharoah, face red, veins in his head bulging, shakes his head no, and garners up the strength to try the reach the rope. Ken tries his hardest to keep Pharoah in position, but can't seem to do it.

JR: This is unbelieveable, Pharoah is inching towards the ropes!

Pharoah using every ounce of his strength inches forward, and clutches the ropes as the crowd goes insane!

JR: He did it! What heart from this young man!

Ken is forced to break the hold, as he shoves the referee. He lifts Pharoah, whips him to the buckle, bends over for a backdrop attempt, but Pharoah halts in his tracks, and...

JR: Oh my god! PHAROAH'S CURSE!!! HE JUST HIT THE PHAROAH's CURSE OUT OF NOWHERE!

ID: No!!! BLOODY HELL!!!

Pharoah topples over for the pin...

1...

2...

3!!!

Your winner...Pharoah!!!

"Walk Like a Solider" plays once again, as Ken Cloverleaf is aided out by Payne and to the back. Pharoah sits up, and remains there for a few seconds, before Canuck enters the ring.

JR: Uh oh, this looks like trouble.

Canuck, with Cyber Title draped over his shoulder approaches a now standing Pharoah and the two go face to face. The crowd is going crazy.

JR: Can you feel the intensity?! I can't wait until Vengeance!!!

The two exchange words, then Pharoah leaves the ring after pointing to the Cyber Title.

JR: Stay tuned!

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Six Man Tag Match: Hybrid & Jeffery Bellview vs Prisoner 187 & Slambo the Clown & Lucifer

JR: Folks, its now time for what will be, in my opinion, a hard hitting, aggressive, action packed match, as Hybrid will team with Jeffery Bellview as they face the A1E Tag Team Champions, Prisoner 187 & Slambo the Clown, and their partner Lucifer. It is obvious that both sides clearly don’t like the other team at all.

ID: Do not believe for a second, James, that match will be a normal match for a second, as by the time that bell rings to end the match, I can bloody guarantee that at least 2, or 3, men may be busted open.

JR: That is very well possible Duke.

Suddenly the fans let out huge boos as “Hurdy Gurdy” music blares through the PA, before immediately getting cut off by Police Sirens, which then fades into “Helter Skelter. After a few moments the fans begin to boo louder as Prisoner 187, followed by Slambo the clown, steps out from behind the curtain. 187 barely sends out a cold glare towards the fans as he makes his way down the ring, as Slambo silently follows him, yet never taking his eyes off of both the A1E Tag Team Titles that 187 is carrying in one hand, and is basically dragging them on the floor. Once they enter the ring the boos remain as strong as ever as “A Touch of Evil” then begins to blare over the PA, and Lucifer steps out from behind the curtain, as he is followed by his bodyguard Gargoyle. Lucifer then flashes his evil smile as he over looks the crowd, and takes in their boos, before focusing on his partners in the ring, and begins to make his way down the ramp.

JR: Look at those men in the ring, Duke, I doubt I have ever seen, in my entire career, a more deadly group of cutthroats teaming up than them.

ID: I must agree, James, which is rare as you are dumber than a mailbox filled with pudding. There is no wonder why Lucifer has called this group “The Axis of Evil”. One could only wonder the damage this group could unleash if they managed to make this event more that a one night show. I, for one, hope that this group stays around a lot longer than tonight.

JR: That might be a pipe dream, Duke, as with those egos in there, I doubt Lucifer and 187 would manage to get along well enough to follow the other man, and I can see them attempting to tear each others throats out before long.

ID: Yes, that would be a sight to see, but that would be long after they manage to end a few careers in the ring, and perhaps after they become more powerful than SIN has dreamed of.

Suddenly the arena stand to their feet with cheers, as “I Stand Alone” begins to blare over the PA, and Jeffery Bellview steps out from behind the curtain, followed by his mentor Onita. Bellview then heads down the ramp, and stops once he reaches about halfway towards the ring, as he points at Lucifer, and the two men immediately begin to trash talk to each other. Within a minute, or two, “Superstar” begins to blare over the PA, as Damon Blackburn, and Big Wreck, then step out from behind the curtain, and are greeted mainly with cheers, while there are barely any boos that can be heard. Quickly the two men make their way down the ramp, as Damon slaps Bellview on the back, and the three then slide into the ring.

ID: I can’t believe that these bloody folks are cheering Hybrid. Why would they do such a thing? These buffoons are complete morons, they are dumber than their mothers who decided to conceive, and give birth, to these two lummoxes.

JR: You know, Duke, I remember a time when you were proclaiming to the world that Hybrid was the new, and true, A1E Tag Team Champions.

ID: Yes, James, that is true. But that was before I realized how completely clueless those two are, and I really do not like them now, as they are teaming with that purple haired buffoon over there. Speaking of that bloody tart, would you like to know what I wish Lucifer would do to him, JR? I dream of the day that Lucifer burns all that purple hair off of his bloody head.

JR: Duke, that is not a nice thing to say at all.

Meanwhile, inside the ring, slowly the two teams decide who is going to start the match, as ultimately Damon starts for his team, and Lucifer starts for his. The two men meet each other in the middle of the ring, and immediately Damon flashes a million dollar smile, and begins to point to himself, as he brags to Lucifer that he is the better wrestler of the two. Lucifer just smiles that evil smile of his, nods, before slapping the taste out of Damon’s mouth. Before Damon can even respond, Lucifer grabs Damon, and whips him to the far ropes, Damon rebounds, ducks under Lucifer’s leap frog, rebounds off the near ropes, and immediately is flung into the air from Lucifer’s monkey flip. Damon quickly manages to twist his body in midair, and land on his feet, as Lucifer manages to flip up to his feet at the same time, as the two men turn to look at each other, and the fans are going nuts.

JR: You have to appreciate the athletic ability between these two men, Duke, as there two men may be the most agile wrestlers in our company.

ID: I suppose you may be right, James, but I will appreciate it more when Lucifer manages to stomp a bloody hole into that toerag.

Quickly the two men rush towards opposite ropes, as Lucifer rebounds, he leaps over Damon, who fell to the mat belly first. Damon quickly leaps to his feet as Lucifer rebounds off the near ropes, Damon attempts to execute a hip toss, yet Lucifer manages to block the maneuver, and with their arms still locked, Lucifer slaps Damon in the gut, causing Damon to bend over slightly. Lucifer then places his leg over the back of Damon’s neck, flips backwards, and lands on his feet. Damon attempts to connect with a clothesline, yet Lucifer ducks, as Damon then rushes into the near ropes. Once rebounding, Lucifer attempts another monkey flip, yet Damon manages to avoid it as he does a cartwheel past Lucifer, as Lucifer once again leaps to his feet. The fans once again goes nuts for the exchange.

JR: I’d guess you have to call it a draw between those two men, Duke.

ID: No, I’d call that bloody wanker a lucky fool, as there is no way that he can outwrestle Lucifer.

Suddenly the arena sends out a chorus of boos as 187 enters the ring, and blind sides Damon from behind with a clothesline, and sends a boot to Damon’s head, before being forced out of the ring by the referee. Immediately Lucifer takes advantage of the situation, as he rushes to the near ropes, rebounds, and drives a baseball slide into the side of Damon’s head. Lucifer then lifts Damon to his feet, drags him over to Lucifers corner, and tags in Slambo the Clown. Lucifer then hits Damon with a back breaker over Lucifer’s knee, and holds Damon there, as Slambo climbs to the top rope, before laping into the air, and driving a knee drop into Damon’s chest. As Lucifer then exits the ring, Slambo immediately lifts Damon up, and….

JR: What the…?!?! No!

ID: Bwuahahahahaha! That bloody clown is biting that buffoon on the nose! Rip it off! Rip off that pretty boy’s nose! Lets see him try to be gods gift to women then.

JR: I think someone is jealous of Damon’s ability to pick up women.

ID: Hush, James, noone wants to hear about your poor attempts to get other women before ultimately your wife was the one dumb enough to fall for it.

JR: That’s not what I meant!

ID: I thought I said Hush!

After Slambo releases Damon from biting his nose for several moments, Damon slowly rises stumbles across the ring, as he pulls his hands back from his nose, and its obvious that he is now busted open. Damon is then spun around by Slambo, as Slambo drives a headbutt into Damon’s skull, causing Damon to slump to the mat. Slambo sends a couple of stiff boots to the back of Damon’s head, before lifting him up, and driving Damon back into the mat with a Tombstone Piledriver! Slambo goes for the pin…

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No! Bellview manages to break up the count in time, before quickly exiting the ring. Slambo slowly lifts Damon back to his feet, yet drops back down to one knee, and drives a forearm to Slambo’s groin! Slambo stumbles back a step, before Damon reaches out to grab him, and places him over his shoulders. Damon rushes towards his corner, yet hits forward rolling fall away slam, before releasing Slambo, and still using his momentum, Damon then leaps to the second turnbuckle, as Wreck tags him, before Damon then hits moonsault. Immediately Wreck leaps to the top rope, and as Damon slides out of the way, Wreck hits a pinning frog splash, while Damon then exits the ring. The referee quickly leaps into position.

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No! Slambo managed to kick out in time! Wreck quickly begins to send several closed fists to Slambo’s leather covered head, before picking him up, and driving him back into the nearest neutral corner. Wreck immediately begins to send several knees into Slambo’s gut, before Slambo reaches out, and rakes Wreck in the eyes. Wreck's stumbles back a couple of steps, as Slambo then leaps out of the corner, and connects with a vicious clothesline that almost takes Wreck's head off, while also causing Wreck to flip 360 in the air. Slambo slowly gets to his feet, before driving a boot into the side of Wreck's ribs, and then stumbling over to his corner, and tags in 187. Quickly the two rush back over to Wreck, and then lift him to his feet, before Slambo impressively lifts Wreck up in a military press, before dropping him, and both 187 and Slambo hit Wreck with a double gutbuster.

JR: For two men who, quite honestly, scare the crap out of me, both 187 and Slambo can sure manage to pull off quality double team maneuvers sometimes.

As Slambo exits the ring, 187 begins to drive Wreck's face down into the mat, giving Wreck's face a severe mat burn, as he rakes it back and forth across the mat. 187 then gets to his feet, as he circles Wreck, watching Wreck slowly get to his knees, before driving his steel toe boot straight into Big Wreck’s face. Wreck instantly slumps back down to the mat, as blood can be seen pouring out from his forehead, as 187 gets a wild look in his eyes. Yet before 187 can do anything, 187 is blindsided from behind with a bulldog from Damon Blackburn, before Damon then rolls back out of the ring. 187 quickly gets back to his feet, and attempts to chase after Damon, but turns quickly back around as he sees that Wreck has slowly begun to crawl back to his corner, towards the outstretched hand of Jeffery Bellview. 187 rushes over to try to prevent that attempt from being a reality, yet it too late, as the fans explode as Wreck tags in Bellview!

Quickly Bellview enters the ring, ducks a clothesline attempt from 187, spins around, and drives a right hand into 187’s skull once 187 spins around as well. Bellview then quickly follows up with a knee to the gut, before grabbing 187, and hitting a gut wrench suplex. 187 slowly gets to his feet after colliding with the mat, yet before he can do anything, Bellview closes the gap, grabs 187, and hits a belly to belly pumphandle brainbuster suplex. The fans pop at the sight of the move, as Bellview goes for the pin, and the referee leaps into position!

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Thr…No! Lucifer manages to enter the ring, and break the pin in time, by driving a hard elbow into the back of Bellview’s neck. Lucifer then quickly lifts Bellview to his feet, and drives him down with a flowing DDT, before leaping on top of him, and several closed fists into his skull. The referee then rushes over, and attempts to pull Lucifer off of Bellview, and continues to unleash all his power against Bellview. The fans explode as both members of Hybrid then leap into the ring, and pull Lucifer off of Bellview, and hit a double snap german suplex on the former SIN member. Yet once both men get back to their feet, Damon is spun around, and driven into the mat with a vicious spinebuster by Slambo the Clown. Slambo gets back to his feet, and turns to set his sights on Big Wreck, yet Wreck manages to tackle Slambo, and the two men then fall through the ropes, and to the outside of the ring.

JR: Oh No! All hell has broken loose! The referee can’t control all of the action in the ring now!

ID: Why would he even bother to try to begin with?!?! It is more fun watching the “Axis of Evil” destroy the bloody pathetic team of Hybrid, and that purple haired buffoon, anyway!

Meanwhile, while that little scuffle took place, 187 got back to his feet, and was working to get one of the turnbuckle pads off in one of the corners. Once succeeding, 187 then grabs the nearest opponent closest to him, Jeffery Bellview! Bellview, after that attack by Lucifer, is now already busted open as well, like his teammates, and is already bleeding heavily. 187 attempts to drive Bellview face first into steel turnbuckle, yet Bellview manages to block it, and drives a hard elbow into 187 gut. 187 stumbles back a step, as Bellview attempts to follow up with a right hand, yet 187 blocks it, and connects one of his own into Bellview’s jaw. Before 187 can connect with another one, Bellview drives a boot to 187’s gut, and get him in a standing head scissor, before lifting him up for a powerbomb. Yet, once Bellview has managed to get ready to drop 187 back down into the mat, immediately 187 begins to drive his fist into Bellview’s skull several times, trying to free himself, before…..

ID: Blooodddyyyy Heeeelllll!!!!

JR: Oh my goodness! Lucifer just came out of nowhere, and drove a huge shoulder into Bellview’s gut, causing Bellview to fall backwards, and also accidentally causing 187 to fall Face First Into The Steel Turnbuckle!!! 187 is busted open!

Yet, even after 187 is accidentally driven into the exposed steel turnbuckle, Lucifer simply lifts Bellview to his feet, and gets ready to attempt his finisher, a Stairway to Hell! Yet as Lucifer has Bellview in a standing head scissors, they are still near the ropes, and in a last ditch effort, Bellview manages to back body drop Lucifer over the top rope, to the outside. Bellview quickly exits the ring, and follows him, and the two begin to quickly brawl around the ring.

Meanwhile, back in the ring, 187 is slowly getting to his feet, yet is suddenly spun around by Damon Blackburn. Damon drives several right hands into 187’s now busted skull, before whipping him to the far ropes, and connects with a flying heel kick once 187 rebounds off the ropes. After 187 collides down into the mat, Damon rushes to the far ropes, yet once he is about to rebound into them, Slambo suddenly leaps up to grab the top rope, and pull it down, causing Damon to fall outside of the ring. 187 smiles as he slowly gets to his feet, yet then suddenly falls face first to the mat, as Wreck has reached underneath the bottom rope, and tripped him, before then beginning to drag 187 out of the ring. The referee, watching the carnage take place outside of the ring between Bellview and Lucifer, 187 and Big Wreck, and Damon and Slambo, he then begins to make the count….

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LG: Ladies and Gentlemen, the result of this match is a Double Countout!

JR: I don’t believe it! The referee has counted out both teams!

ID: James, look at the carnage that is happening around us, I doubt either of these teams really care anymore of winning, or losing. All hell has broken loose.

Both teams continue to brawl around the ring, until finally security comes rushing out from the back, and tries to break everyone up…

JR: Folks, as we try get some order around here, we will take a word from our sponsor. We’ll be right back.

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After the match a challenge is made...

JR: Folks, we have finally managed to break up the carnage that has just exploded in front of us in that last match, and we are now receiving word that Johnathan Coachman is backstage, getting a few words from Hybrid. Johnathan?

The camera then cuts to backstage where Johnathan Coachman is already standing by with Hybrid, as both men are still sweating, and bleeding, from their match.

Johnathan Coachman: Thanks, JR, and I am here with Hy…

Before Johnathan Coachman can finish what he is saying, he is cut off by Damon Blackburn, who grabs Coachman’s wrist, and pulls the mic closer to him….

Damon Blackburn: That is enough out of you, Mene Gene, as its time to cut straight to the matter. Do you see this? Do you see this?!?! That damn clown bit my nose. HE BIT MY NOSE! That is the last straw! All Wreck'ster and I have wanted from Day 1 was our A1E Tag Team Titles back, that was stolen from us, from Torgo, and Leatherface, months ago. I have stood by and let that damn parole butt pirate, and that Chesseburgular wannabe, kick the crap out of us week in, and week, while Wreck'ster got our fair share in as well, in order to get out belts back. I, and Wreck'ster here, have bled in almost every single match we have faced with these freaks, and they have, more times than not, have come away scott free, and with our A1E Tag Team Titles.

Damon glares into the camera, as Wreck wipes some blood from his face, before glaring into the camera as well…

Damon Blackburn: Well I have had it. 187, Slambo the F***ing clown, at Vengeance we are scheduled to face you two freaks for Our A1E Tag Team Titles that you two are holding right now! At Vengeance, not only are Wreck and I going to get our belts back, but we are finally going have you pay back all that blood that you owe us. At Vengeance, you sick freaks, if you are up to it, Wreck'ster and I are challenging you do Double Dog Collar Chain Match. You know the drill, both you two freaks, and us, wear dog collars that connect us to each other with a chain. It’s time for Wreck'ster and I to get our belts back the right way. This will also let us get some Vengeance for Sal!

Big Wreck: And Ducky Too!

Damon and Wreck then walk off the set.

Johnathan Coachman: Wow, strong words from Hybrid, JR. Back to you….

JR: Well, Duke, Hybrid just challenged the A1E Tag Team Champions for the A1E Tag Titles at A1E’s Vengeance, in a Double Dog Collar Chain Match. I never thought I’d see the day where Damon was that focused for anything.

ID: While it looks like that Damon may have found a clue, James, which I doubt will last that long, he may have also made the biggest mistake of his life, as this is not a match those two buffoons are used to. 187 and Slambo will most likely finally get Hybrid out of their hair at Vengeance.

JR: That is very well possible, Duke, but this also be the event that Hybrid has been waiting for months now, and that is finally win the A1E Tag Team Titles for themselves. Folks, we’ll be right back, after another word from our sponsor….

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Canuck vs. The Collective #7

JR: Here we go, folks. Just two more matches to go on tonight’s blockbuster edition of Tuesday Night Warfare. A lot has gone down tonight. Rivalries are intensifying and reaching a fever-pitch as we move closer and closer to A1E’s Vengeance.

ID: It definitely has been an entertaining show, to say the least. Complete with all the twists and turns that make for great television. It’s like someone wrote a great script for a fictional show!

JR: …

ID: …

JR: Anyway, rivalries have been intensifying, while some have been taking on an odd life of their own. Most notable is the relationship between Pharaoh and our A1E Cyber Champion, Canuck. Their constant displays of mutual respect will make it a tough call for their upcoming match at the Pay-Per-View.

ID: Bah! All of this mutual respect crap really gets on my nerves. Why can’t they just beat the bloody hell out of each other like normal opponents!?

JR: Because maybe they’re just above all of that. Of course, Canuck stepped in tonight to aid Pharaoh when Payne tipped the scale in Ken Cloverleaf’s favor. Canuck certainly has been doing right by Pharaoh, despite the pending match.

ID: Speaking of doing right, I’m sure that Se7en of The Collectiive would just love to do Canuck right.

JR: That’s just sick, Duke. How do you sleep at night?

ID: Are you kidding? How do you sleep at night, woman beater?

JR: Ladies and Gentlemen… this is a dead horse… and this is a dead horse being beaten. Any questions?

ID: I suppose that was intended to be funny? Really, James, you are so out of touch.

The crowd starts to boo as “The Heretic Anthem” plays over the PA and the lights go dark. After the lights come back on, Se7en is found standing alone on the top of the ramp, complete with the Jushin Liger style mask. Se7en moves down the ramp and into the ring.

ID: Something’s just not right about that boy. I’m not sure what it is.

JR: You could say that. Se7en isn’t exactly the “norm” around here. In fact, it’s downright freaky.

ID: Yes, I’ve heard that about him too.

JR: Heard what?

ID: That he likes to get freaky.

Se7en starts up the ramp with his hands on his hips as “Song 2” blares over the airwaves. The crowd erupts into a frenzy as Canuck steps out onto the top of the ramp, his A1E Cyber Championship belt slung over his shoulder. He salutes the fans and makes his way down the ramp.

ID: I loathe this pompous ass. Why does he think he’s so special?

JR: Still having ex-manager anxiety? There are probably doctors out there that can help you… just so you know.

ID: Sit on it, James.

Canuck enters the ring and hands his belt to the ref, who places it down at ringside. Canuck limbers up as Se7en looks him up and down with a rather disturbing focus on the crotchinal area. The ref checks with both men, then calls for the bell.

JR: And we’re underway in our last singles match of the night. It should be a good one.

Both combatants circle the ring, searching for the right moment to strike. They both brace themselves, then move in for the lock-up. Canuck starts to power Se7en back on his heels, but the masked freak matches Canuck's power, keeping them at a standstill. They struggle for a few more moments, then break the lock. The crowd cheers, trying to give Canuck that extra energy he needs.

JR: That was a classic stalemate right there. Great determination by both men.

ID: What was classic about that? Do you even know what the word classic means?

JR: You are intolerable.

ID: Ah, for once you are correct. I take pride in my work.

They circle the ring again with the crowd going wild. They step to each other and lock up again. However, it only lasts a few seconds as Se7en forcefully drives his knee into Canuck’s gut.

JR: So much for the stalemate.

Se7en whips Canuck hard into the ropes. Canuck rebounds off and gets put down to the mat with a stiff clothesline. Se7en wastes no time and runs to the ropes. He bounces off just as Canuck is getting back to one knee. Before the champ can react, Se7en drives his knee directly into his skull, sending Canuck spinning back down to the mat.

ID: Crickey! That’s gonna leave a mark.

Waya follows with a precision fist drop to the head, then makes the cover…

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JR: Kickout! Se7en has been quite impressive with his opening offense. It looks like our Cyber Champion was taken by surprise.

ID: Yes, down with the toerag! Waya still have the advantage! Oh happy day!

Canuck is dragged back to his feet and over to the nearby turnbuckle. The masked wrestler looks around at the crowd, then starts smashing Canuck’s head into the turnbuckle…

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5! Canuck wobbles in place and Waya grabs his head. He runs off the turnbuckle and flips around with a high impact bulldog! (DudleyDog)

ID: What a beautifully executed maneuver! Here’s the pin!

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ID: Damn! So close!

Se7en begins to pick up Canuck by his head, all the while looking at the crowd. The distraction proves a big mistake though, as Canuck surprises him and rolls him up in a small package!

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JR: There’s the kickout! Se7en had better pay more attention to the match and less attention to the crowd. He almost lost in quickie fashion there.

ID: Oh, no worries. I’ve heard that Waya likes quickies.

JR: What is wrong with you? Did you get dropped on your head as a little Duke or something?

Canuck rolls away from his opponent and catches his breath. Just as the champ finishes recuperating, Se7ev gets back to his feet. He motions to the ref about counting too quickly, then charges at Canuck. But the Cyber Champ is quick enough to react and takes down Se7en with at drop toehold! He floats over, grabs Se7en’s legs and locks in the Canadian Mapleleaf!!!

JR: Simply brilliant combination! He’s got it locked in! This one has got to be over!

ID: Nooooo!

The fans are going wild as Canuck pulls back as hard as he can, applying the maximum amount of pressure. Waya flails his arms, searching for the ropes. The ref gets in close to see if he submits. The crowd is jumping out of their seats, when Se7en finally manages to grab the bottom rope!

JR: Damn! So close!

The crowd groans as the ref tells Canuck to break the hold, which he does immediately. He steps back and waits for Se7en to get back up.

ID: Why did he break the hold? See? This is why I can’t manage a mongrel like Canuck. He won’t go that extra mile to really take it to his opponent.

JR: He broke the hold when told to. It’s called class, Duke.

ID: Ah, yes. Well, you put the “ass” in class, James.

Se7en gets back to his feet. Canuck moves in and puts Se7en back down with a lightning quick snap suplex. He holds on and brings Waya back to his feet, then scores with a stalling vertical suplex. As he lands the move, Canuck floats over for the cover…

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JR: He kicked out! Great staying power by Se7en after that beautiful sequence of moves from our Cyber Champion.

Se7en wobbles back to his feet as Canuck signals to the crowd.

ID: No! Not the Eh Bomb!

JR: Could it be, folks? It looks like he’s calling for it!

Se7en stumbles into his grasp, when suddenly the crowd starts to boo. Canuck looks up the ramp to see Zero and Eight of The Collective, running down the ramp.

JR: No! What the hell is this?!

ID: It’s a family reunion!

Zero and Eight slide under the ropes as the ref goes to call for the bell. But the ref can’t call it in time, as Zero lifts him up and tosses him over the top rope to the outside! Eight squares off with Canuck and the two start trading punches!

JR: This is blatant cheating!! But Canuck still seems to be holding his own!

ID: Not for long.

Se7en has gotten back to his feet and now joins in the fray against Canuck. Zero starts to make his way over, when the crowd erupts into cheers. Zero turns his attention to the ramp.

JR: Oh my! Oh my! It’s Pharaoh! He’s coming down to return the favor!

ID: Damn that toerag!!!

Pharaoh slides in the ring and ducks under a punch from Zero, then runs straight into Eight, knocking him through the ropes to the outside. Canuck manages to toss Se7en into the corner, then he stands next to Pharaoh as Zero approaches. They both lay into him with haymakers! The crowd goes nuts!

JR: Look at this teamwork!

Zero staggers back to the ropes, then they charge at him with a double clothesline. Pharaoh falls to the outside with Zero as Canuck turns around to see Se7en coming at him. He reacts quickly and kicks him in the gut. Canuck grabs Se7en and…

JR: The EH BOMB!!! He hit it! And here comes a new ref!!!

The ref slides across the ring into position…

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Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner by pinfall…

Canuck!!!

JR: What a great show of unity! Wait, look out!

Eight climbs his way back in the ring and attacks Canuck. Se7en rolls out of the ring as Zero makes his way back in! But Pharaoh is right behind him!!

ID: Tell that turd to mind his business!!

Pharaoh and Canuck stand and do battle in the middle of the ring with Zero and Eight. Canuck puts down Eight with a hard right, then turns to help with Zero again. The big man persists, until Canuck and Pharaoh synchronize their attack with a double dropkick to his knees! Pharaoh watches Zero as he rolls out of the ring and Canuck kicks Eight out of the ring. He then backs up and bumps into Pharaoh, who has turned to face him. Canuck reacts on instinct and turns around with a punch that lands square on Pharaohs jaw!

ID: Uh oh! Someone made a mistake!

JR: A slight miscalculation there. Canuck got caught up in the heat of battle and fired on instinct. It’s understandable considering how many Collective members there are.

Pharaoh snaps back up and gets in Canuck’s face. He chews him out for the sucker punch, then proceeds to shove him.

JR: Oh dear, we’re experiencing a breakdown in communications here.

ID: Oh, call it as it is, James. They are pissed at each other! Fight! Fight!

Canuck staggers, then shoves Pharaoh back. They stare each other down for a moment, the simultaneously lay into each other with a series of punches!! The crowd goes wild as the two men battle in the middle of the ring!

JR: They’re not gonna wait until next week! They’re beating the hell out of each other!

ID: So much for that mutual respect you spoke of earlier!

Canuck suddenly tackles Pharaoh to the mat and they roll around trading punches on the mat. The crowd is eating it up as the roving band of referees storms out of the back and into the ring. They manage to pull the two men apart. Canuck and Pharaoh get pulled to opposite corners of the ring as the crowd continues to go berserk!

JR: Emotions are running high! This rivalry just got personal and they are wasting no time at all!

ID: Ah, but the refs ruined all the fun. Bloody hell! Well, at least our next match will have some fun, as Nemesys puts his less than unbiased spin on the career that we call “refereeing”! I can’t wait.

JR: That’s coming up next folks. Stay tuned.

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Main Event Tag Match: Beast and Big Dog vs. Housefly and Chip Friendly

JR: What a fantastic match between Pharaoh and Collective's #7, Duke!

ID: It was indeed! I really wasn't interested in either one of those blokes, but it was a good show at any rate.

JR: Well Duke, I was thoroughly interested at the way those two went at it! Tonight, A1E Cyber Champion Canuck was prevalent over Waya as he readies himself for his title defense versus Pharaoh at A1E's Vengeance next week!

ID: Yes, another match where my interest in both competitors shall dip below negligible. Can we please move on to the main event? I am thoroughly interested in this one, James.

JR: As I'm sure everyone else in the free world is, Duke! Last week, in TNW's main event tag match between the team of Big Dog and Euclid, and the team of Housefly and Gladiator, we saw the return of Nemesys, a man who hasn't been in these parts in almost 7 months, after winning his last match in an A1E ring versus Canuck! But suddenly he appears in the middle of this sheer war between Beast and Housefly, and Big Dog and Gladiator, with really no explanation!

ID: It doesn't take an idiot to see that Nemesys has come back for his revenge against Housefly for his turning against the fans!

JR: I see that, Duke! But why did Nemesys choose this time? Why did he choose now? Nemesys has been appointed special guest referee in tonight's main event tag match between the team of Chip Friendly and Housefly, and the team of Beast and A1E Champion Big Dog! What has Nemesys got to gain by doing this?

ID: I haven't a clue what Nemesys is up to, but you can bet whatever it is, it's going to be good! He has always been known for being a highly intelligent man, always with something up his sleeve or in the back of his mind. He was not only a cunning wrestler, but a lethal businessman as well.

JR: And he's hinted at that this week, Duke, as he has declared that he may change the sipulations and rules of this match at his will, on his whim! This should make for a very interesting match!

ID: It should indeed, James, and the thing to remember is, all four competitors have basically given him a warning, that if he is to cost them this match, that he will pay!

Suddenly the lights go down and a green haze fills the arena, and the sold out crowd begins to buzz, then burst into cheers as "Vagabonds" hits the PA.

As it reaches a crescendo, the sygil of Nemesys hits the screen, and a waterfall of pyro falls over the stage, and Nemesys appears at center stage, decked out in an official's gear. The arena pops huge as he walks from side to side greeting the fans in the bleachers and cheap seats before he walks down the aisle to the ring.

JR: And here he is!! Nemesys is here, and listen to this crowd go haywire!

Nemesys completes his walk to the ring, and enters the squared circle.

JR: Even though Nemesys has returned as a fan favorite here thanks to his opposition of Housefly and Gladiator's Empire, he's done a good job of getting under the skin of Beast and the A1E World Champion Big Dog. How do you think that Nemesys is going to fare as the official in this match?

ID: As Nemesys said, JR, he is the law in this match, but I wouldn't put it past those boneheads Beast and Big Dog to put their hands on him. And if they do, I hope Nemesys pulls the trigger on them and disqualifies the sorry mongrels.

JR: That would be fitting, I suppose, but you have to remember that Nemesys will presumably be changing the rules in this match as he sees fit! You'd have to think that there is going to be some retaliation at some point! I think Nemesys is going to be in as much danger as the competitors of this match!

Suddenly, "Don't Worry, Be Happy" by Bobby McFerrin plays over the PA, and the crowd fills the arena with a steady stream of loud boos as Chip Friendly steps out from the backstage area and makes his way to the ring.

ID: It's the people's champion!

JR: Please, Duke. Chip Friendly is no such thing, no matter how much he claims.

ID: But he's everybody's best friend! The innovator of Friendship! Former A1E Cyber Champion!

JR: Chip has been a lot of things lately, and recently, he's made it clear that he wants to go after the A1E World Title, and this week proclaimed Beast his stepping stone!

ID: Of course he did! Chip Friendly can defeat Beast! He did so just two weeks ago!

JR: We all know Chip needed to cheat to get that victory, but nonetheless is certain he will do it again. That would be a huge singles victory for Chip, and cement him as a legitimate contender. He's proven to us that he was superior in the Cyber Title division, and now he wants the big prize.

The lights in the arena suddenly go to black as static occupies the A1Etron for 5 seconds... Click? The A1Etron, and the arena lights, remains black as "Ticks and Leeches" by Tool begins to play over the PA. As the drum solo of the song starts the arena begins to flicker in green light, slowly the bass adds in with the drums, adding a red light to flicker alternately with the green light, and the guitar finally begins as well as the arena's lights begin to flicker faster, and faster. Suddenly the drums, and bass cuts out, as the guitar plays its last few riffs, as the lights cut to black again, before a scream comes out over the PA, and pyro go off at both ends the stage, as other pyros goes off right after them leading to the center of the stage. The arena sends our massive, heavy boos as Housefly then steps through the curtain, as the houselights are still flickering alternatively in green and red, as a bright white flickering white then shines on Housefly as he makes his way to the ring.

ID: And Chip's partner, the former A1E Champion, Housefly, makes his way to the ring. I must say, James, that Housefly impresses me more and more every time I see him.

JR: And how is that? Housefly has done nothing but act like a pompous jackass since he turned his back on everyone!

ID: Oh will you quite whining about that? Housefly has discovered his true self, and now no one can stop him! He is now the man he was destined to be, and that is a ruthless competitor. He will take back the A1E Championship soon enough.

JR: But aren't you sick and tired of him mentioning how everyone else isn't worth his time, or how he is so superior to everyone else?

ID: James, sometimes the truth is a wonderful thing.

Housefly reaches the ring, and enters, and makes his way to his corner. As he does, his music fades out, and the lights in the arena dim down to black, and stay black for just a moment before the arena is engulfed in a sea of deep blue, and "Just For" by Nickelback begins to play over the PA. As the music starts, an inferno of pyro explodes around the entrance way. When the pyro dies down, we see Beast standing in the middle of the entrance way, and the crowd loses their mind and explodes in cheers! Beast starts to make his way to the ring, and as he does, the blue light covering the arena begins to strobe, making the entire arena appear as if it is moving in slow motion.

JR: And listen to this arena explode for Beast! The former A1E Cyber Champion and Tag Champion is here, and he's got his game face on! Let me tell you, Duke, this is a man who wants nothing more than to get his hands on Housefly and his Empire, and tonight he gets his chance in this tag team matchup!

ID: It is no matter, JR. Housefly is King of his Empire, and Beast is not going to bring him down now.

Beast enters the ring, never taking his eyes off his opponents, aware that he is in there alone, and he goes to his corner, and sees Nemesys staring back at him. The two lock stares as Beast's music fades out and the familiar guitar of George Thorogood's "Bad To The Bone" fills the arena, and the crowd goes even more nuts as Big Dog steps out from the back and heads for the ring, A1E Championship around his waist.

JR: I can't hear a damned thing! This crowd has exploded for the A1E Champion!

ID: Yes, the flock is loud tonight!

JR: What?

ID: Or maybe the bandwagon is exceptionally huge and properly engineered.

JR: What are you saying? Big Dog has been a fan favorite from literally the moment he stepped foot in A1E, and with his successes, has only continued to build legions of fans! But, I'm not going to fight with you about that. Big Dog has been a role model in A1E, working hard to achieve his goals, and now, now that he's won the A1E Title, he has even a bigger mission: to get his revenge on Gladiator and the Empire!

Big Dig enters the ring, and looks out to the crowd, and touches his fist to his heart, saluting the fans. He hands over the A1E title to Nemesys, who looks it over before giving it to a crewman.

JR: Folks, we have to remind everyone that Nemesys has a mic on tonight, so we can hear him announce the changes in the rules of this match, should he decide to change them.

ID: This is going to be fun.

All four men stand in the ring, and Beast and Big Dog confer in their corner for a moment as the crowd is buzzing, eagerly anticipating the start of this match. Big Dog points once at the opposition's corner, then at Nemesys, and Beast nods. They knock fists shortly after, and Big Dog leaves the ring. Immediately after Big Dog leaves the ring, so does Housefly, leaving Chip in the ring.

JR: That coward *still* doesn't want to face Beast! And it's a tag match!

Beast and Big Dog discuss something over the ropes, and suddenly Chip bursts out of his corner, and steamrolls Beast from behind, knocking him into his corner. Chip gives Big Dog a shot, and then pulls Beast out of his corner. Chip hits Beast with a couple right hands, and then whips Beast to the ropes. Beast rebounds and ducks a clothesline, then hits the far ropes. Beast rebounds again, but Chip immediately catches him with a drop toe hold, and Beast faceplants into the canvas. Chip gets on Beast's back, and drives several shots to the back of Beast's head. Nemesys warns about the closed fist, but Beast manages to flip over and push Chip off with a foot to the guts.

JR: An intense start to this one. These two have been wanting to go at it one on one, tooth and nail ever since they met in the ring two weeks ago.

Chip charges at Beast again, landing a running forearm to the head that rocks the big man backwards to ropes. Chip leans in with some knife edge chops, and then whips Beast across the ring to the far ropes, yet Beast reverses and sends Chip to the ropes. Chip rebounds, and Beast catches him with a big spinebuster.

ID: Counter by Beast! He's in control now!

The crowd pops as Beast slams Chip down to the mat. He picks up Chip and gets him to his feet before landing an uppercut to Chip's jaw. Nemesys again warns about the closed fist, and Beast just glares at him. Chip staggers back from the shot, and Beast grabs Chip about the waist, and gutwrenches him into a suplex. He goes for the pin...

1...

2...

Kickout! ID: Excellent, Chip!

JR: Chip is showing us a bit of resolve, but he may need some help soon.

The crowd groans as Chip kicks out. Beast stomps Chip a couple times, then pulls him to his feet and drags him over to his corner, where he tags in Big Dog. The crowd pops as Big Dog comes in. Beast lifts up one of Chip's arms, and Big Dog boots Chip in the ribs, doubling over the former Cyber Champ. Beast exits the ring as Big Dog drives hard right hands into Chip's ribs. Chip buckles with each shot, and then Big Dog whips him into the rope. Chip rebounds into a powerslam, and again the crowd pops as Chip gets driven into the mat. Housefly steps halfway through the ropes and yells at Big Dog. Nemesys steps over to make sure Housefly doesn't come in the ring, and Housefly steps back out, but Big Dog charges across the ring, and catches Housefly with a huge right hand, knocking Housefly off the apron. The fans cheer as Big Dog smacks Housefly, and the Champion turns to get back to business with Chip, but instead is greeted with a kick to the guts, followed by a front Russian leg sweep, and Chip plants Big Dog into the canvas.

JR: Oh my! Chip planted Big Dog hard with that move!

Chip picks up Big Dog, and gets the Champ on his shoulders into a fireman's carry, and unceremoniously dumps Big Dog on his back before posturing to the crowd. The fans respond with a huge round of boos, and Chip tags in Housefly.

ID: Here comes the King of A1E!

JR: Hush! He is no such thing!

Housefly grabs Big Dog and pulls him to his feet. He hits a german suplex on the big man, and hangs on. Housefly rolls through and gets back to his feet, and lands a second german suplex, yet this one is not as powerful.

JR: Housefly is having problems with the bigger Big Dog!

However, Housefly manages to hang on and roll through once more, and hits a third consecutive german suplex! The crowd boos, and Housefly follows up with a nasty Dragonplex! He goes for the pin, and Nemesys slides into position...

1...

2...

Thre...

Nemesys stops counting, and gets to his feet.

Nemesys: Actually, I've changed my mind. This match is now a submission match!

The crowd pops as Housefly is pissed. The former A1E Champ gets in Nemesys' face, but Nemesys gives it right back, and screams at Housefly to get on with the match.

JR: Nemesys has switched the stipulations! No pinfalls! You must make your opponent submit!

ID: Nemesys is doing nothing but trying to screw Housefly and Chip out of this match!

Housefly finally gives up on harrassing Nemesys, and turns back to go after Big Dog, but he turns right into a hard right hand from Big Dog and staggers. Big Dog punches again, and again, and the crowd cheers with each shot. Big Dog fires Housefly to the ropes, and Housefly rebounds into a back drop driver from Big Dog! The crowd pops, and the champ falls to the mat, holding his back. Beast leans over the top rope, screaming at Big Dog to make the tag. Big Dog stays down for a moment, trying to recover, and Beast and the crowd cheer the champ on to make the tag. Big Dog crawls, and dives for his corner, and tags Beast in!

JR: This is it! Beast is going to get his shot at Housefly!

The crowd pops as Big Dog makes the tag, and Beast steps into the ring. Beast rushes across the ring and knocks Chip off the apron with a right hand. Nemesys checks on Chip as Beast goes off to grab Housefly, yet Housefly swings up, and nails Beast with a low blow! The crowd boos intensely as Beast drops to his knees, then falls over to the mat, and Housefly starts crawling back to his corner. He makes it there just as Chip is getting to the apron after his spill outside, and Housefly tags in Chip.

JR: That cheating bastard! He will find any way he can to get out of being in the ring with Beast!

ID: Come now, James. Everyone knows Beast isn't in Housefly's league, and Housefly just wanted to spend as little time as necessary in the ring with that smelly oaf.

Chip enters the ring to a flurry of boos, and he stomps Beast's fingers. Beast yells out in pain, and he reflexively straightens up so he's on his knees. Chip steps over Beast behind his back, and reaches into Beast's mouth...

ID: Smiley Face! Chip's got Beast with a standing Smiley Face!! It's all over! No one's escaped this painful hold!!

The crowd boos as Chip digs in, and taunts Beast all at the same time. Beast gives out muffled yells of pain, and Nemesys checks to see if Beast wants to submit. Beast painfully shakes his head no, and manages to get a foot underneath him, and he struggles against Chip's weight on his back. The crowd cheers Beast on, and Big Dog stomps his foot and claps in his corner, urging Beast to get out of the hold.

JR: He's fighting it!

With a surge of strength, Beast pushes up to his feet, and Chip holds on, and is now on Beast's back in a piggy-back ride position. Beast hooks his arms behind Chip's knees, trying to pull Chip off of him, but Chip digs in even harder, and leans back on Beast, pulling hard, and Beast drops back to one knee. The crowd groans as Beast drops back to the mat, and Big Dog can't believe it! Suddenly Beast reaches up, and starts tapping Chip on the shoulder!!

ID: Beast tapped! Beast tapped!! It's over!!

The crowd boos as Chip lets go of the Smiley Face, and jumps up and down in the middle of the ring, and pumps his fist in the air!

JR: I don't believe it!!

Nemesys: Hold on there, Chipper...

Chip stops jumping, a look on his face that says "uh-oh". He slowly turns around to face Nemesys, and the crowd goes silent.

Nemesys: Chipper, I don't think a submission that involves you putting something into another person's mouth is going to cut it.

The crowd pops huge, and Chip gets an angry look on his face.

Nemesys: This is still a submission match, but the submission move must be applied to the lower body!

The crowd pops again, and Chip is enraged! He stomps his feet, then decides he better get on with things, and he turns around to go after Beast, yet Beast explodes right in front of him, and drives a shoulder HARD into Chip's midsection!

JR: GORE! GORE!! Beast just gored Chip!!

The crowd pops as Beast slams into Chip, and Beast pumps up, playing to the crowd. They eat it up, and Beast goes after the fallen Chip, who is lying on his back, holding his ribs. Beast rolls Chip onto his stomach, and steps over him, crossing Chip's legs as if going for a reverse figure four. Beast hooks his legs in, then bridges over backwards, placing huge amounts of stress on Chip's knees, shins, and hamstrings. Chip starts to yell out in pain as the crowd cheers.

ID: Bloody Hell!! Beast has Chip in Judas' Cradle!!

JR: And perfect timing too, as Nemesys called for a lower body submission!

ID: That's it!! Nemesys is in cahoots with Beast and Big Dog!!

Beast continues to lock in the old, stretching as much as possible to put more strain on Chip's legs, and Chip furiously begins pounding on the mat!

JR: That's it!! Chip has tapped!!

The crowd cheers as Beast releases the hold and gets to his feet, but the first thing he sees is Nemesys, who is wagging a finger at Beast.

Nemesys: No, no, my friend Beast. I am no longer in the mood for a submission match. I think a table match is much more my style!

The crowd boos, and Beast is enraged! He grabs Nemesys by the collar and forces him back to a corner, trembling with anger. Beast rears back and cocks his right hand, ready to deliever a shot, but Nemesys smiles a wicked smile and grabs the A1E Official's patch on his chest and shoves it in Beast's face. Beast stops, but only for a moment...

ID: Beast is going to strike an A1E Official! He's going to get disqualified!

Beast winds up again, but suddenly he's driven into Nemesys by Chip, who shoulder blocked Beast from behind! Beast takes off and chases Chip across the ring, who tags in Housefly. Beast stops as Housefly comes in the ring, and the two stare each other down from 10 feet away.

JR: This is it!! These two are going to explode!!

Housefly "puts up his Dukes", and readies himself for a punching match with Beast, but Beast just waves a finger at Housefly, and then turns and tags in the Champion Big Dog! The crowd pops as Big Dog comes into the ring, pumped for a shot at Housefly! A "Big-Dog! Big-Dog! Big-Dog!" chant starts in the arena.

ID: And you call Housefly a coward! Look at your precious Beast!

JR: Turnabout is fair play, Duke! What's the matter? You can give, but you sure as hell can't take!!

In the ring, Big Dog charges Housefly, who deftly steps aside and delivers a kick to Big Dog's ribs, slowing the big man down. Housefly grabs Big Dog and hits a reverse x-factor, driving the back of the champion's head into the canvas. Housefly gets up, and yells at Big Dog, taunting him to get up. Chip hops down off the apron, and starts digging under the ring. He comes out with a table, and sets it up in the ringside area before returning to his corner. Big Dog gets to his feet and faces Housefly, and the two men lock up in the middle of the ring. Big Dog begins to overpower the smaller Housefly, who quickly ducks underneath Big Dog's arms, and grabs an arm, going behind with a hammer lock. Big Dog looks for a way out, then reverses the hold and puts Houselfy in a hammer lock of his own, but just long enough to get the advantage on Housefly, as he lifts the former champion into a side suplex. The crowd pops as Big Dog takes Housefly down, but the big man has other plans. He picks Housefly up and whips him to the far ropes, yet Housefly reverses and sends Big Dog to the ropes. The champion rebounds, and Housefly grabs him by the head, and runs him toward the near ropes...

JR: OH MY GOD!! Housefly just tossed Big Dog over the top rope.....!

CRUNCH!!

ID: Bloody Hell!! He went through that table that Chip Friendly set up earlier!

Housefly raises his hands, as the arena bell sounds!

ID: Yes! It's over!! Housefly has defeated Big Dog!!

Nemesys: Hang on there, chump. I didn't call for any bell! This match isn't over yet! And as of right now, it's a FIRST BLOOD MATCH!!

The crowd pops as Nemesys makes his announcement, and Housefly becomes irate! He winds up to give Nemesys a shot, yet Nemesys blocks and drives a right hand into Housefly's face, decking him! The crowd pops, and Beast comes into the ring, yet Nemesys holds him off. On the outside, Chip has grabbed Big Dog and rolled him back into the ring. Housefly gets to his feet as Nemesys forces Beast back to his corner.

JR: Nemesys is starting to lose control of this match!

ID: I told you he was a no good wanker!

Housefly grabs Big Dog and pulls him to his feet, preparing to dish out more punishment, yet Big Dog drives a right hand into Housefly's ribs! Housefly buckles, and Big Dog gives him another shot. Big Dog drives a shoulder into Housefly's stomach and powers him into a corner, where he stands up and begins to drive punishing punch after punch into Housefly's ribs. The crowd goes nuts as Big Dog works Housefly over!

JR: Big Dog is driving shot after shot into Housefly's ribs! This could be the end of Housefly!!

Housefly buckles in the corner, and coughs, and he spits up blood. Big Dog sees this, and gives Housefly a couple more shots before landing a vicious right hand that sends him to the canvas! The crowd cheers as Housefly drops, and Big Dog turns around and gets in Nemesys' face. We can hear Big Dog over Nemesys' microphone.

Big Dog: Are you happy yet?

Nemesys: I was, until you opened your mouth. Now, you have to pin your opponent after a finishing maneuver.

The crowd buzzes as Big Dog and Nemesys stare each other down, and no one sees Jeff run down the ramp with his treasured bloody, and dented chair that he and Housefly used to destroy Beast at Bloody New Year.

JR: Dammit! Somebody watch out for him!!

Big Dog and Nemesys continue to stare each other down, and then Big Dog drives a right into Nemesys' head! Nemesys responds with a right of his own, and the two men come to blows!

ID: Bloody Hell!! Nemesys and Big Dog are standing toe to toe in the ring!!

Nemesys, being the much fresher of the two, gets the upperhand, and fires Big Dog back into his corner. Big Dog tags Beast, and the crowd pops as he comes into the ring. Nemesys steps back as Beast yells a warning to Nemesys to stay out of his way, and Beast pulls Housefly to his feet. In the ring behind them, Jeff enters the ring, brandishing the chair, and he charges at Beast, swinging the chair!

CRACK!!

ID: Bloody Norah!! Beast ducked! Jeff slammed that chair into Housefly's head!!

The crowd pops as Jeff drives the chair into Housefly's head, yet Housefly doesn't go down, he stands there, wavering. Big Dog walks along the apron and shoves Housefly at Beast, who boots Housefly in the guts. Big Dog enters the ring to go after Jeff as Beast hooks Housefly's arms, and lifts him up...

JR: OH MY GOD!!! Beast just gave Housefly the Absolution!!

The crowd pops huge as Big Dog wipes out Jeff, who drops the chair as Big Dog clotheslines him over the top rope, and follows him outside, as Beast makes the pin...

1...

2...

3!!

Nemesys calls for the bell, and the crowd explodes as "Just For" by Nickleback plays throughout the arena!

JR: Beast did it! Beast has beaten Housefly!

The arena is engulfed with cheers as Beast celebrates his win, but doesn't see Chip Friendly sneaking up behind him...

CRACK!!

ID: AAAGGGHHH!!! Chip Friendly just hammered Beast with that chair that Jeff dropped!!

Beast staggers back....

CRACK!!

... and a second chair shot sends him to the canvas!!

Chip starts taunting Beast as he lies on the canvas as Big Dog lifts up Jeff on the outside...

JR: OHHHH!!! Big Dog just nailed Jeff with the Dog Pound on the floor!!

Suddenly, Alex, Housefly and Gladiator's other lackey, sprints out from the backstage area, a chair of his own in hand, and he swings at the rising Big Dog...

CRACK!!

ID: Alex just waffled Jeff on the outside!!

The arena is filled with loud, heavy boos, and Chip stomps away at Beast for a moment before just standing over him and glaring down at him....

JR: Folks, we're out of time! We've got to go!! We'll see you next week at A1E's Vengeance!! TNW goes off the air with Chip standing over Beast in the ring...