Fred Estridge: Did you feel that?

Peter Roberts: Feel what? The pyro blasts? The roar of the crowd?

Fred Estridge: No...the wormhole! The gravitational collapse that caused us to woosh 6 months into the damn future!

Peter Roberts: What the hell are you smoking?

Fred Estridge: Crack, Peter! I'm smoking crack! And some marajuana too. And angel dust! But that's all beside the point, asshole! We've all taken an amazing cosmic journey! It's summertime now!

Peter Roberts: How the hell did we go into a wormhole???

Fred Estridge: Well, frankly...I blame the jews.

Peter Roberts: Jews?

Fred Estridge: Well if it's good enough for Mel Gibson...

Peter Roberts: Oh, Fred, that's so last year.

Fred Estridge: No my friend. That's so last year...and six months ago!

Peter Roberts: Fine...so we went through the wormhole.

Fred Estridge: Jewhole.

Peter Roberts: Kay. Jew...hole. And we now are...where?

Fred Estridge: Well, we ain't in Darfur.

Peter Roberts: Well, we were never going to go there anyway?

Fred Estridge: What?

Peter Roberts: Well, the board of directors just thought it was all too depressing. All that senseless killing. Plus, they don't even have a Hooters there.

Fred Estridge: How's a man supposed to eat?

Peter Roberts: I know. So...we're back in the states.

Fred Estridge: Six months later.

Peter Roberts: Yes...at Madison Square Garden!

Fred Estridge: FHW returns to the garden!! This is monumental!

Peter Roberts: You know...I think I feel a little wonky...getting transported...dimensionally through the space...time continuum.

Fred Estridge: That'll pass. It's like getting seasick. You're body will adjust. Oh, by the way, you may not have your penis.

Peter Roberts: What? Why do you say that?

Fred Estridge: Because I now have two.

Peter Roberts: Folks...we've got a show for you! Blackhole distortion or not! Hell or high water! Rain or shine!

Fred Estridge: Always mine!

Peter Roberts: Folks...I just found out that the Winter Wonderland Match for the Tag Team Titles is now a...Beach Bash Brawl!

Fred Estridge: Hot dang!

Peter Roberts: Big Rome and Todd Lane will face...the returning Team Wolfenstein! Mime and Lupin! This one is going to be an unmitigated disaster!

Fred Estridge: Those are the best kinds of disaster!

Peter Roberts: And folks...Carl Johnson was awarded the Intercontinental Title! He thought he was just going for a shot at it, but no...he's it! And now Shane Brandon hopes to steal it right from his "johnsony" grasp! Will Brandon be in good enough shape after taking a C-4 blast at the hands of Osiris!

Fred Estridge: That was six months ago, Petey!

Peter Roberts: But this wormhole...

Fred Estridge: Jewhole...

Peter Roberts: Yes, well it's instantaneous. There's still no time to heal. Folks...in a battle that most people could care less about...Vulpine will take on Stu Price!

Fred Estridge: These two guys used to be top stars here in the FHW. Vulpine just seems to have lost his passion as of late and...well Stu Price is just a tosspot. He always has been.

Peter Roberts: Folks, I get reports that before every match Stu spends most of his time in his locker room making FHW shirts with an old t-shirt press. He's filled the shirt with the names of past FHW legends! And then he tries to sell them to people in front of the arena!

Fred Estridge: Does anyone buy them?

Peter Roberts: Well, no. Stu seems to have left off a few names. Mainly anyone who's wrestled for the FHW in the past five years.

Fred Estridge: Ah, he's still pining for the old UK Crew days. What a mush. Looks like someone needs to find his own jewhole. To the past.

Peter Roberts: And then...Folks...Bobby Cage and that big stout mammoth dude Benjamin Kruger will take on Osiris, Anubus and Horus! In a two on three match! Folks Steve Waltman and Tommy Wholigan have been brainwashed! They now serve the man-god Osiris! Hey, Fred...I just checked...and it turns out your right. My penis is missing.

Fred Estridge: Told ya.

Peter Roberts: Oh well...I never used it anyway.

Fred Estridge: That what your ex-wife told me.

Peter Roberts: How is she?

She keeps want Fred Estridge: ing me to fix the kitchen cabinet.

Peter Roberts: Bitch.

Fred Estridge: I know.

Peter Roberts: Folks...Hobbes versus Curtis Slamm!! That's all I need to say! Curtis Slamm won the FHW Title in one of the damndest matches I've ever seen!

Fred Estridge: Those are the best kind of matches! The damndest!

Peter Roberts: Beating Daemon Krav and Mime in a Triple Elimination Last Man Standing Match! He is not the FHW World Champion!! Hobbes now has his shot at glory! The bitter blood between these two goe back for years!! It's time to get HARDCORE!!!

STU PRICE ENTERS!

Peter Roberts: And there's the most hated british t-shirt salesman around!

Fred Estridge: That's a really long list, so that's really saying something!

Peter Roberts: Folks, not only are his teeth rotten and his memory a shotty mess, but he's one of the greatest Intercontinental Champions of all time! If not THE greatest!

Fred Estridge: That is true I must say.

VULPINE ENTERS!

Peter Roberts: And here's the Canadian cutthroat! Former Tag Champion! Hardcore Champion! Intercontinental Champion!

Fred Estridge: That's enough now. Vulps needs to stop resting on his laurels. By the way, that the fuck is a laurel?

(Vulpine slides into the ring and...Stu wastes no time in attacking. Stomps and pounds! The ref calls for the bell and this one is underway! Stu now...choking Vulpine in the corner! Ref counts...1...2...He breaks it. Chops to Vulpine! They echo through the arena. People yell "woooooo" He whips Vulps to the ropes...Vulpine ducks the clothesline! Comes back with a flying cross body on Stu! A quick kick out...not even a one count! A QUICK DDT BY STU! Vulpine is down!! Stu isn't even pinning him. He's trying to....he's getting some t-shirts and...I think he wants to sell one to the referee!! He's trying to make a sale out here!! And now...Vupline is up and...Stu drops his shirts and....runs in and...GOES FOR A STUN CUTTER!! VULPINE PUSHES HIS WAY OUT OF IT AND...Stu almost ran into the ref there...but he stopped himself! Stu turns around and...Vulpine kicks him in the gut and...LIFTS HIM UP...NAILS THE VULPLEX!! WOW! Now that's the way a brainbuster is supposed to work! Right on the back of Stu's head!! A cover...1...2...3!!!! Vulpine did it!!!)

Peter Roberts: Wow! That was something! Quick, but this fickle New York crowd of smarks loved it! They love seeing Brits get pounded,

Fred Estridge: Hah...Brit. Pound.

Peter Roberts: What?

Fred Estridge: Nothing.

(Ladies and Gentlemen...the winner of the match...VULPINE!)

Peter Roberts: Folks, we've got a big two on three match here! And let's get it goin'!

BOBBY CAGE ENTERS!!!

Peter Roberts: Holy crap! I doubt if there will be a bigger pop tonight! This man is home! In his element! The Convict is here in NYC!!!

Fred Estridge: And let's see how he holds up against this new crew of Egyptian goons!

Peter Roberts: I'd like to see how he holds up with a new Tag Team Partner! Cage kind of likes to work alone!

Fred Estridge: Well since the S.F.E. got all dismantled, Cage just hasn't had the sense to fall in line with his new leader Todd Lane.

Peter Roberts: Listen. Lane is no ones leader, Fred.

Fred Estridge: If by no one, you mean...everyone!

Peter Roberts: Lane fancies himself the leader of the S.F.E. now....

Fred Estridge: First of all, never use the words "fancy" and "Lane" in the same sentence.

Peter Roberts: Cage hates Lane with a passion. He'll never join the "new" S.F.E. especially with Lane calling himself the boss!

BENJAMIN KRUGER ENTERS!!

Peter Roberts: And this man completely demolished his competition to become King Halloween! A title previously held by Hobbes! And perhaps...Jack Skellington.

Fred Estridge: This man is a mailbox. Look at him!

OSIRIS, ANUBUS AND HORUS ENTER!!

Peter Roberts: And here comes the Hardcore Champ and his thugs. You know, Waltman and Wholigan were Tag Champs for quite some time. And now look at them. Lapdogs.

Fred Estridge: You only say that because they've pledged their souls to Osiris. It's just another career move for them. Maybe the best one yet.

Peter Roberts: You can't be serious.

Fred Estridge: I can. I have two sets of testicles.

(Kruger starts it for his team..with Anubus! Anubus locks up and...big bodyslam by Kruger! Horus runs in....BACK BODY DROP BY KRUGER!! Osiris teases getting into the ring but...decides against it! Anubus with an axe blow to thr back of Kruger's head...whips Kruger to the ropes...KRUGER DOESN'T BUDGE!!! SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE TO ANUBUS! Horus runs in and...boot tot he gut and...powerbomb by Kruger! He's cleaning house!! He covers Anubus...1...2....NO!!!! Kruger tags in Cage! The crowd goes nuts! Cage unloads with fist on Anubus...runs over and punches Osiris right off the apron...turns around...back into a double SPINEBUSTER BY ANUBUS AND HORUS! WOW! Anubus tags in Osiris. Osiris now...leaping legdrop across Cage's throat! A COVER...1...NO! Osiris now...throws Cage over the top rope to the outside! And now...ref is distracted and Horus and Anubus stomp away on Cage...they lift him up and...DOUBLE BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX! SHIT! They roll Cage back into the ring and...Osiris...man is he cocky. He thinks he's a god of some kind! He covers Cage!!! 1...2...NO! And now...he lifts Cage up...whips Cage to the buckles....cage fires back with a huge takedown clothesline!!! Both men are down...OSIRIS is up first!! He tries for a POWERBOMB OF SOMEKIND....CAGE STANDS UP HOLDING ONTO OSIRIS' LEGS!! ALABAMA SLAMMA!! What a power move there! Osiris is a huge man! And now...Cage tags in Kruger!! Kriger off the ropes and...big splash by Kruger on Osiris! A cover...1...2...NO! Kruger now...DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE ON ANUBUS AND HORUS!! Both men tried to run in and help their master but got leveled! Cage now...he's got a chair! AND...REF DOESN'T SEE IT!! CAGE WITH TWO HUGE CHAIR SHOTS TO ANUBUS AND HORUS ON THE OUTSIDE!! WOW! BOTH MEN ARE BUSTED OPEN!! Kruger now...he lifts up Osiris...but wait...Osiris has both hands on Kruger's neck!! GOD!!! CHOKEBOMB ON KRUGER!! HOW DID HE LIFT KRUGER!! WHAT A MOVE...1...2...3!!! AND IT'S OVER!! Osiris with the pin on Kruger! King Halloween got demolished!)

Peter Roberts: And look at Osiris...holding up that Hardcore belt in victory! He could care less that his servants are bleeding on the ground outside! Wait! Cage is in there now with that chair...WHAKT! He just nailed Osiris right in the back....sending him and his belt through the ropes!!!

(Ladies and Gentlemen...the winners of the match...OSIRIS, ANUBUS and HORUS!!!)

Fred Estridge: Well that'll teach Cage to partner up with a newbie.

Peter Roberts: Hey, that was no newbie. That was our King Halloween! He's the Juggernaut! Wait! Cage just leveled Kruger with that chair too! God, Kruger just tasted metal to the face!!! This crowd loved it!

Fred Estridge: They're all a bunch of convicts too.

Peter Roberts: Well, I think that might be a bit of a...

Fred Estridge: It's true. Manhattan is one giant prison. I saw it in a movie.

Peter Roberts: Fred, that was "Escape from New York."

Fred Estridge: No. It was "You've Got Mail."

"The Crippler" CARL JOHNSON ENTERS!!!

Peter Roberts: And there's the FHW Intercontinental Champion! The Crippler!

Fred Estridge: Who has yet to cripple anyone.

Peter Roberts: Well, he's crippled my will to live.

Fred Estridge: That was crippled a long time ago, Pete.

Peter Roberts: You're right.

"The Threat" SHANE BRANDON ENTERS!!!

Peter Roberts: And this crowd is split for these two. Both of these guys are terrific performers but...what will it take to build up a soild fan base here in the FHW?

Fred Estridge: The usual. Brutal acts of depravity.

Peter Roberts: Brandon hit the scene in a blaze of glory when he won the Hardcore Belt soon after debuting here in the FHW. But it seems like he might not have his sights set on regaining it...but instead capturing the Intercontinental Belt!

(Both men stalk each other....the bell rings. Armdrag by Brandon...Johnson shakes it off. They lock up again...armdrag by Johnson...Brandon gets to his feet, impressed.)

Fred Estridge: What are these two doing?

Peter Roberts: Wrestling.

Fred Estridge: Ah.

(Another lock up...knee to the gut by Johnson...headlock takedown! Brandon turns it into a headscissors...Johnson fights out of it and...missle dropkick to Brandon's face while he was sitting! Wow! Cover...1...NO! Another headlock takedown by Johnson...Brandon rolls him over and...1...2...NO! So close. Johnson gets to his feet...with Brandon still in the headlock...Brandon sends Johnson to the ropes...Johnson with a tackle on Brandon...Johnson runs the ropes agrain...leapfrog by Brandon...Johnson off the ropes againt...BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX ON JOHNSON!!! WOW! AND JOHNSON GETS UP AND...BRANDON GOES FOR ANOTHER BELLY TO BELLY...EAR CLAP BY JOHNSON...BELLY TO BELLY ON BRANDON!!! Both men trading moves! And Johnson runs in and...running boot to the face!!! What a move! Brandon might be missing a few molars there! Johnson pulls Brandon up and...lifts up Brandon and plants him in a FLAPJACK! A cover...1...2...NO! Johnson now...with headbutts...rocking Brandon! A headbutt sends Brandon to the mat...Johnson now...climbing the ropes...BRANDON IS UP...AND...LIKE A CAT...HE'S UP ON THE TP BUCKLES WITH JOHNSON...BELLY TO BELLY OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!! WHAT A MOVE!! FUCK! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN...they struggle to get to their feet and...Brandon off the ropes...AND HITS...THE PROMISE!!! THAT TWISTING REVERSE NECKBREAKER! And he covers Johnson...1...2...3!!!!)

Peter Roberts: We have a new Intercontinental Champion!!!!!

Fred Estridge: Wow! This crowd is up on their feet!

(Ladies and Gentlemen...the winner of the match and...NEW FHW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION....SHANE BRANDON!!!)

Peter Roberts: And Brandon just keeps climbing the ladder here in the FHW!!

Fred Estridge: God, by his next match he'll President of America!

Peter Roberts: Nah, he's no whore.

THE MIME ENTERS!!!

Peter Roberts: And this crowd just got quiet. Perhaps out of fear or reverence. One might think that The Mime might have wanted a rematch against Curtis Slamm to try and regain the World Title...but instead he's going after the Tag Titles with his old partner.

Fred Estridge: It's simple. The Mime and Gladiator. This might never be over. And Gladiator has Tag Gold. Mime has reset his system and wants to keep hacking away at Gladiator.

LUPIN ENTERS!!!

Peter Roberts: And this crowd is on their feet. The return of Lupin! Everyone's favorite Native American Werewolf!

Fred Estridge: Not mine. I like Collin Farrel.

Peter Roberts: And Mime and Lupin, they might be on the short list for best Tag Team Champions ever!

TODD LANE ENTERS!!!

Fred Estridge: I'll tell you who on the short list for Tag Champions! Lane and Big Rome! No one thought these two would ever be able to function. And they've done more than that! They've dominated!

Peter Roberts: And here comes Lane...wow, no love for Texas here in the Big Apple.

Fred Estridge: That's just cuz they're jealous...of all the barbeque...and...horseflies.

Peter Roberts: That must be it, Fred. And Lane now...the man who says that he is now the leader of the Supreme Fighting Empire!!!

THE ROMAN GLADIATOR ENTERS!!!

Peter Roberts: And this crowd is in awe! The sheer size of this man. The greatest big man in pro-wrestling period! And look who's with him! It's the FHW Woman's Champion...ALEXIS! Gladiator must have gotten over his fear of her getting hurt!

Fred Estridge: Hell! She's the Woman's Champ! She can take a hit!

Peter Roberts: And the whole arena is set up with beach paraphernalia! Sand everywhere. Beach balls! Deck chairs. Snorkle gear...it's a fun time beach party!

Fred Estridge: It's about to turn vicious!

(All men in the ring. Bedlam is about to erupt! Bell rings. No doubt...Mime and Gladiator go right after each other...Galdiator pounds down on Mime with huge fists...Mime spits red mist into his face and blinds him! He and Lupin now...pummle away on Big Rome! Lane nails Lupin in the back with a rolled up BEACH UMBRELLA!!! And now...Mime turns around and...LANE JAMS THE TIP OF THE UMBRELLA INTO MIME'S EYE!! God, he might have poked Mime's eye out!! Mime holds his eye...and goes to SUPERKICK LANE....BUT LANE MOVES AND MIME KICKS LUPIN!!! God! He hit his own partner!! Lane now breaks that umbrella across Mime's back and...then CLOTHESLINE MIME OVER THE TOPE ROPE....GLADIATOR IS UP AND...PICKS UP LUPIN AND...WIPES THE RED MIST OUT OF HIS EYES AND....CHOKESLAMS LUPIN!!! GOD! This one could be over...1...2...WHO'S THAT! IT'S SKITTLE....SHE JUST BROKE THE COUNT BY LEAPING ON GLADIATOR'S BACK!!! GLADIATOR STANDS UP WITH SKITTLE ON HIS BACK...ALEXIS IS IN AND PULLS SKITTLE OFF HIS BACK AND...HITS AN...IMPALER DDT ON SKITTLE!!! Lane and Mime are now outside....Gladiator sees this and...with a running start off the ropes...DIVES OVER THE TOP ROPE AND DOWN ON BOTH MEN!!!! Gladiator just took out his own partner!! Anything to hurt the Mime!!! Gladiator picks up Mime and...MILITARY PRESS AND....THROWS MIME INTO THE RINGPOST RIBS FIRST!!!! God, Mime just bent around that post! Lupin now with a SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES ONTO GLADIATOR!!! Big Rome does not go down...but he does stumble a bit...Lupin throws sand into Gladiator’s eyes and...HE'S GOT A SNORKEL TUBE! HE'S JAMMING IT DOWN GLADIATOR'S THROAT!!! HE'S TRYING TO KILL HIM! LANE IS UP AND...GRABS LUPIN AND...GERMAN SUPLEX RIGHT THROUGH A WOODEN DECK CHAIR!!! Lupin might have broken his neck!!! Mime is there and...HITS THE GAG ON LANE!! HE'S GOT THE GAG LOCKED IN...Gladiator breaks it with a boot to Mime's head!!! MIME IS DOWN...LANE IS CHOKING AND COUGHING! MIME SLIDES INTO THE RING AND GLADIATOR FOLLOWS....MIME HAS SOMETHING...IT'S A TUBE IF SUNSCREEN...HE'S SQUIRTED SOME INTO HIS HANDS AND...BIG ROME GRABS MIME...MIME RUBS THE SUNSCREEN INTO HIS EYES!!! God it burns!! Mime off the ropes and...SPINNING HEEL KICK TO GLADIATOR AND...HE'S DOWN!! And Gladiator's nose is busted open!!! A cover...1...NO!! Mime now with a leaping knee dive to Gladiator's face!! Wow! Mime now...looking out and sees that Lupin is still hurt...Mime leaps to the top rope and...DIVES AT TODD LANE...BUT LANE HAS A FLIPPER AND SMASHES IT INTO MIME'S FACE AS HE COMES DOWN!! WHAT A SMACK!! MIME'S MOUTH IS BUSTED OPEN!! LANE NOW...GRABS LUPIN AND ROLLS HIM INTO THE RING...GLADIATOR IS STILL KNEELING...ALEXIS HAS BROUGHT HIM SOME WATER TO WASH THE LOTION OUT OF HIS EYES...LANE NOW..,DOUBLE LEG TAKE DOWN ON LUPIN...HE;S GOING FOR THE DALLAS DEATHLOCK! BUT LUPIN USES HIS LEGS TO PUSH OUT OF IT AND...LANE IS PUSHES...RIGHT INTO ALEXIS...ALEXIS IS KNOCKED OUT OF THE RING...Gladiator can't see very well, but he can see that Lane just hit Alexis...even if it was unintentional! Gladiator grabs Lane by the neck! He's gonna hit his own partner! Skittle is in now...and...low blow on Gladiator!! And Lane now...stumbles out of Gladiator's grasp...and into a WYRM SLICER BY LUPIN!!! Lane is down...a cover by Lupin...1...2...NOOOOOOOO! Lane kicked out of the Wyrm Slicer!!! Mime is in now with....A VOLLEYBALL NET....HE WRAPS IT AROUND GLADIATOR'S NECK AND CHOKES HIM!!! HE'S TRYING TO CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF BIG ROME!!! LUPIN NOW...LIFTS LANE UP IN A PILEDRIVER!!! HE PLANTS HIM!!! WOW! A COVER!! 1...2...NOOOO!! AND...look who's coming down to the ring!!! It's BOBBY CAGE!!!!)

Peter Roberts: Cage is coming down...what the hell does he want? Is he here to take out Lane? God!

(Skittle now...on the outside...she's got Alexis...and...LIFTS HER UP AND DROPS HER IN THE FIZZGIG!! God, she might have broken Alexis' neck there!!! Cage is in the ring...he sees Mime choking Gladiator! He sees Lupin...he's got... A CROWBAR!!! CAGE HAS A CROWBAR!! HE'S WAITING FOR LANE TO GET TO HIS FEET! THIS IS TOO MUCH! CAGE WAITED FOR LANE TO BE TO INJURED TO FIGHT BACK...LANE IS UP AND...CAGE TURNS AND HITS LUPIN WITH THE CROWBAR!! SKITTLE IS SHOCKED!! SHE RUNS IN THE RING AND...CAGE JUST NAILED SKITTLE TOO!! She's down and out! He just nailed a girl with a crowbar!! What the hell!!!?? And Cage now...he hits Mime IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE CROWBAR!!! CAGE TAKES OFF HIS SHIRT AND...HE'S GOT AN S.F.E SHIRT ON UNDERNEATH!! CAGE IS STILL PART OF THE SUPREME FIGHTING EMPIRE!!! GOD! Mime, Lupin and Skittle are all down and bleeding! Gladiator now...sees that Cage has helped them...He waits for mime to get up and then...off the ropes...CLOTHESLINE FROM ROME ON MIME! Mime is out of the ring and...Gladiator now...rolls outside to continue to beat on Mime! Lane now...covers Lupin....1....2....3....no! Someone pulled the ref out of the ring! Who's there??? It's JASON KUPLECK!! Fucking Kupleck is here!! Cage now...tries to grab Kupleck through the ropes....but Kupleck just nailed him with a pair of BRASS KNUCKLES! Kupleck now in the ring and...NAILS TODD LANE WITH THE BRASS KNUCKLES TOO AND...DRAGS LUPIN OVER ON TOP OF LANE!!! The ref counts....God no!...1....2....3!!!! And They did it! With five or six double crosses....Mime and Lupin are the new Tag Champions!!! Gladiator now....he doesn't even know that they lost the Tag Belts. He's still beating on the bloodied Mime over here by us at the announcers table!!! )

Peter Roberts: Cage came down and shocked the world by helping Todd Lane! Bu then...of all goddman people...Kupleck came in and took out Lane himself!

(Ladies and Gentlemen....the winners and NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! THE MIME AND LUPIN!!!)

Peter Roberts: And now...Kupleck tries to nailed Gladiator with the brass knuckle, but Gladaitor catches his arm and...grabs him by the beck and...CHOKESLAMS HIM THROUGH OUR DAMN TABLE!!! HOLY SHIT!! It's demolished! And so is Kupleck! The Mime and Lupin now...are holding the Tag Gold! Once again! This is too much! What a maelstrom! Gladiator is tending to Alexis who is holding her neck. No one is tending to Lane.

Fred Estridge: He's used to that. Don't worry.

Peter Roberts: Folks...we've got one more match left...and it's for the WORLD TITLE!!!

HOBBES ENTERS!!!

Peter Roberts: And well, I didn't think this crowd could love anyone more than Bobby Cage but...Hobbes is here! And I can't even here myself think!

Fred Estridge: Well this guy is a lunatic. He's like a role model here in New York!

Peter Roberts: Hobbes hasn't had a shot at the World Title in a while! Will he make this match count?

CURTIS SLAMM ENTERS!!!

Peter Roberts: And that is a very big, very rich man. And right now...he's at the top of this industry!

Fred Estridge: And it's not like Slamm would let a thing like being the FHW World Champion go to his head.

Peter Roberts: No, there's no room in his head. He already thought he was a god among men. Folks, this one's for the top prize in the game...

(Both men in the ring...the bell rings...Hobbes charges in...but Slamm takes him down with a boot to the face! Wow. Hobbes recklessness might be his undoing here tonight! Slamm smiles as if "this was too easy." Slamm lifts Hobbes up and...whips him hard to the buckles....HOBBES FALLS DOWN HOLDING HIS BACK! And Slamm is wrestling a power game here. Trying to use his brute strength to topple Hobbes! Slamm picks up Hobbes and...goes for a belly to back suplex...HOBBES FLIPS OVER THE BACK...LANDS ON HIS FEET...HOBBES OFF THE ROPES...BUT GETS SCOOPED UP BY SLAMM...AND TAKE DOWN INTO A BACKBREAKER!! AND SLAMM NOW...LIFTING HOBBES OUT OF THE BACKBREAKER AND DROPPING HIM AGAIN IN A SIDEWALK SLAM!!! Wow! A cover...1...2....NOOO! Hobbes needs to dig down deep here if he wants to even put up a fight! Slamm now...lifts Hobbes up...facelock...gong for a suplex...Hobbes with punches to Slamm's gut! SPINNING NECKBREAKER BY HOBBES!! What a resourceful move! Hobbes now....getting up and...climbs to the top rope....Slamm is on his feet and...HOBBES DIVES OFF WITH A MOONSAULT PLANCHA!! BUT SLAMM SIDESTEPS AND HOBBES EATS CANVAS! A COVER BY SLAMM!! 1...2....NOOOO! Slamm is getting a bit unnerved here. He lifts Hobbes up....whips him to the buckles...charges in...Hobbes moves and SLAMM RAMS HIS SHOULDER INTO THE RINGPOST! God, Slamm went right through the buckles there! Hobbes now...stomping on Slamms leg, while he's still tied up in the buckles....he pulls Slamm out and...ARMBAR DDT!!! And he might have popped Slamms shoulder out of its socket there! Hobbes now stomping away on Slamm's arm...and leg...and then a running knee to the head!! He's dismantling Slamm! He's got Slamms legs up and...the ref is warning Hobbes not to goe for the low blow....Hobbes stomps down on Slamm's midsection! Hobbes now rolls in with a tight armbar....applying pressure...wanting slamm to tap out...Slamm is saying "no." Slamm now...begins to power both of them to their feet! He knees Hobbes to the gut....he tries to hiptoss Hobbes over the top rope...Hobbes won't budge...he reverses it, trying to hiptoss Slamm out of the ring...blocked....SLAMM CLOTHESLINES HOBBES OVER THE TOP ROPE! Slamm follows Hobbes out...lifts him up and...drops him throat first over the guardrail! Slamm still favoring that arm! Slamm now...lifts Hobbes up and...whips him RIGHT INTO THE RINGSTEPS!! WOW, AND SLAMM HAS TURNED THIS MATCH RIGHT BACK AROUND IN HIS FAVOR! He rolls Hobbes into the ring...Hobbes now...fighting back with a flurry of fists...rake to the eyes by Slamm! He whip Hobbes to the buckles...runs in...Hobbes boots Slamm in the face...Slamm stumbles back...quickly...Hobbes climbs to the top...but Slamm is there...meeting Hobbes on the top turnbuckle and...TOP ROPE SUPERPLEX BY CURTIS SLAMM!!!! Hobbes is devastated! A cover by Slamm...1...2...so close! Slamm now...lifts Hobbes up...and gets him in a FULL NELSON!! He wrenches down!! HE LIFTS HOBBES AND DROPS HIM IN A FULL NELSON SLAM!! A cover...1...2....NOOOOO!! Slamm now...telling the New York fans to shut their mouth! He lifts Hobbes up and...small package by Hobbes! 1...2...NO! Hobbes almost caught Slamm napping there....Slamm now, stomping away on Hobbes! He whips Hobbes to the ropes...BRUTAL RUNNING SHOULDER TACKLE!!! He's just bulldozing through Hobbes! And now...Slamm is signaling. For the Fab Slam! He lifts Hobbes up into his shoulders...and...Hobbes WIGGLES OUT OF IT!! HE LIFTS SLAMM ONTO HIS SHOULDERS...GOT...HOW DID HE GET HIM UP...SLAMM TRIES TO ELBOW OUT OF IT...HOBBES ABSORBS THE BLOWS AND...LIFTS HIM UP IN OVER IN A GTS!!!! A kneestrike right to Slamm's face!! And both men are down! Slamm gets up....goes to pick up Hobbes...but Hobbes nails a STUNNER!! Slamm is down again...Hobbes now...leaps off the second rope and...comes back with a lionsault...but turns at the last second and it becomes a twisting sentan plancha!!! Slamm holes his ribs and arm! Hobbes now...firing with powerful punches...drives Slamm into the corner...HOBBES RUNS IN FOR A MONKEY FLIP...SLAMM BLOCKS IN AND HOLDS ONTO HOBBES AND TURNS HIM AROUND AND PERCHES HIM ON THE TOP BUCKLE...he tries to punch, but Hobbes blocks it and kicks Slamm in the face!! Hobbes stands up on the top rope and...LEAPS OFF!!! BUT SLAMM CATCHES HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS!!! WHAT A MOVE!! AND...HE SLIDES HIM AROUND AND DROPS HOBBES IN THE FAB SLAM!!! IT'S OVER!! A COVER! 1...2....3....NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THE REF SAYS NO! He says Hobbes got his shoulder up. Slamm can't believe it. He looks down at Hobbes with disdain. He lifts Hobbes up in another Fab Slam...,but Hobbes wiggles out of it! Hobbes now...going for the Land's End DDT! BUT SLAMM POWERS UP OUT OF IT, LIFTING HIM BACK UP ON HIS SHOULDERS FOR THE FAB SLAM....BUT HOBBES WIGGLES OUT OF IT AGAIN...AND...SCHOOLBOY ROLL UP...1....HOBBES HAS THE TIGHTS...2....3!!!!! HE DID IT! HE DID IT!! WE HAVE A FUCKING NEW WORLD CHAMPION!!!!)

Peter Roberts: This place is on fire!

Fred Estridge: I know, they're setting bonfires all over the place!!

Peter Roberts: I've never quite experienced a moment like this! In the heart of New York City, Hobbes has become the new FHW World Champion!

Fred Estridge: And look at Slamm...he's trying to tell the ref that Hobbes had his tights! But I don't think the ref can even hear through all the cheering here at Madison Square Garden!

Peter Roberts: Hobbes holds that belt close to his heart!

Fred Estridge: He'd better hold that thing tight. It's probably the only thing keeping him sane at the moment.

(Ladies and Gentlemen...the winner and NEW FHW WORLD CHAMPION!!! HOBBES!!!)

Peter Roberts: Slamm's reign didn't last too long. And he's not too happy right now.

Fred Estridge: Well, I guess it lasted six months.

Peter Roberts: Well, it sure didn't fee like it. Slamm will want a rematch, that's for damn sure...but tonight belongs to Hobbes. Folks, here's hoping that the laws of physics weight in out favor and we don't see you again in another dimension.