(A large red and white USCW logo appears in the middle of the screen.  After a couple of seconds of silence, “Bawitdaba” by Kid Rock starts to play.  As the song really kicks in, various familiar scenes from USCW history begin to flash across the screen.  Finishing moves of various superstars, championships being won, and great interviews being given are all shown.  The scene changes to a camera that pans around a sold out arena as the fans in the stands go absolutely crazy.  Several of the fans are carrying signs including “RJ Souza sucks!”, “The Doctor is in!”, and “Boot Camp Click!”.  After a few seconds fireworks begin to shoot off high above the crowd and they give another huge roar.  The music continues to play in the background as you hear an announcer’s voice.)

Mike Johnson:”Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another edition of  USCW Monday Night Mayhem!  We are live from the New Orleans Arena here in dowtown New Orleans, Louisiana!  The Big Easy is always home to excitement and tonight will be no different!  You all saw how things went down last week, and the anticipation is at a fevered pitch for the first round matches that will be taking place here tonight.  The war of words has been raging among these wrestlers, and pride is on the line here tonight.  Joining me once again is wrestling legend "Lightning" Scott Baxter.  Are you pumped up for tonight's action?"

LSB:"It's good to be home here in New Orleans.  You can't be a fan of the sport of wrestling and not have a few goosebumps about tonight MJ.  Tonight is the first step on the journey towards crowning a new heavyweight champion.  And the field is wide open.  This will be the first time any of these men will be facing their opponent.  There is no telling what might happen."

MJ:"Along with the first round of the tournament, we will have two debuts.  The Mercenary and Assassin with both have their first matches in the league tonight.  For those of you who remember, Assassin was a tag team parter of Sniper back in the old days of the USCW.  And he at one time held the US Championship.  Obviously these two new wrestlers have joined forces with Sniper, but how exactly we don't know.”

LSB:”Perhaps tonight is the night we find out.  If those three men are working together at all times, the rest of the league better be on their toes at all times.  You never know where they will attack from next.”

("Hey Man Nice Shot" begins to play as CEO Adams makes his way to the ring.  He is carrying the beautiful USCW World Heavyweight Championship belt over his shoulder.  He slides into the ring and takes the microphone.)

Adams:"Welcome to another edition of Monday Night Mayhem!  How are you feeling New Orleans!"

(The crowd roars it's approval.)

Adams:"We have for you tonight the first round of the title tournament.  As an added incentive for each wrestler, I've decided to keep this belt at ringside so you know exactly what you are fighting for.  The winners tonight will face each other next Monday.  And the winners of those matches will meet at Beach Bash on July 25th in a one on one contest for the Heavyweight Championship.  Good luck."

("Hey Man Nice Shot" plays again as Adams places the belt on the announcers desk and makes his way to the back.)

MJ:"So the main event at Beach Bash will be the world title match.  Informative news from the CEO.  We have a night full of action folks so let's get it underway.  Let's take it down to Cindy for our opening match."

Cindy Maxwell:”The following contest is set for one fall.  Introducing first, already in the ring, weighing in at 245 pounds, Mr. Wrestling!”

 (Mr. Wrestling pumps his fist to the crowd.)

 CM:”And his opponent, weighing in at 245 pounds and hailing from a classified location, The Mercenary!”

MJ:"We'll see if The Mercenary has the bite to back up his considerable bark.  The ref rings the bell and we are underway.  Mr. Wrestling and Mercenary lock up and The Mercenary just throws Mr. Wrestling across the ring!  Good power."

LSB:"These two men are the same weight but obviously not the same strength after that encounter."

MJ:"The two men move in to lock up again and Mercenary reaches up and pokes a thumb right into the eye of Mr. Wrestling!  That was blatent ref!  Mr. Wrestling is stunned and Mercenary grabs him and drops him with a quick DDT!"

LSB:"Nice 1-2 combination on that one. "

MJ:"Mercenary has Mr. Westling up again now and whips him into the ropes.  Mr. Wrestling comes barreling back off the ropes and Mercenary smashes him with a big forearm!  A lot of impact on that move. "

LSB:"Mercenary obviously has a lot of power.  It's way too much for Mr. Wrestling."

MJ:"Mercenary has him up again and is setting him up for a big move!  There is the Rock Bottom-type move he calls Mercy!  Mr. Wrestling is down and out.  Mercenary flips Mr. Wrestling over and is applying a submission hold!  That must be No Mercy!  Mr. Wrestling is tapping out!"

CM:"Your winner, via submission, The Mercenary!"

MJ:"The Mercenary picks up a victory here in his debut.  What type of submission move what that LSB?"

LSB:"I could be wrong, but it looks like he was bending a finger on Mr. Wrestling's hand.  Odd submission move, but it earned him a victory here."

MJ:"Well fans, we have seen the debut of one Boot Camp Click member, now let's try another one.  Cindy."

CM:”The following contest is set for one fall.  Introducing first, already in the ring, weighing in at 250 pounds, "Iron" Mike Sharpe!”

 (Sharpe acknowledges the crowd.)

 CM:”And his opponent, weighing in at 237 pounds and hailing from the jungles of South America, Assassin!!”

MJ:"Sharpe has managed to stagger back to this feet now, but he is woosy.  Assassin turns back to face him.  Assassin circles around behind Sharpe and pushes him with two hands towards the ropes.  Sharpe hits the ropes front first and comes bouncing back staggering backwards.  Assassin grabs him and delivers the Unforgiven!  The reverse DDT has Sharpe down for the count.  Here is the cover. 
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CM:"Your winner, via pinfall, The Assassin!"

MJ:"Two Boot Camp Click victories to start out the program here tonight.  And the Boot Camp Click will also be represented in the first round of our tourament, with Sniper taking on RJ Souza.  Speaking of Souza, our backstage camera caught this backstage footage just moments ago."

(The Urban Terrorists are standing by the door. RJ comes out and starts to walk to the ring. CEO Adams stands in front of him.)

Adams:"I just wanted to let you know.  In the interest of fairness, I'm not letting anyone come out with help during this title tournament.  Sniper is coming out alone.  And I expect you to come out alone."

RJ:"You know what, Adams? That's the best thing you did for me all damn night. But I will warn you. I better not get the short end of the
stick. I know how you and all the USCW fans don't want to see me get over on your giant Indian friend. He comes ANYWHERE near the ring
tonight, I will have my buddy Louieville standing by. You catch my drift?"

Adams:"Yet another conspiracy theorist.  You've been listening to that lawyer of yours too long.   Just go out there and do your job."

(Adams walks away.)

RJ:"You heard him. But Angela was planning on this.  Hang around the arena and be ready. Something's going down and I don't like the smell of it."

(The Urban Terrorists nod as Souza walks around the corner.)

MJ:"Some interesting developments.  You can't help but think something fishy is going on."

LSB:"Souza feels like the entire federation is against him.  Not me.  I got nothing but love.   Just keep doing your thing RJ." 

(“Another One Bites The Dust” by “Queen” plays as Smackin' Sweardog McKrackin and Ms. Kitty make their way to the ring.  He is wearing black pants with a blue shirt that says “Bad Dog” on the back in orange writing.  He plays to the crowd all the way down the ramp.  He is carrying t-shirts with him and tossing them periodically into the crowd.)

MJ:"Looks like we are going to hear from Sweardog before the tournament starts tonight."

(Sweardog slides into the ring and grabs a microphone.)

SD:"The lines are being drawn in the sand very quickly.  It seems there are some very hateful people in this league.  With hateful people come hateful actions.  I do not want to stand for this.  I am calling those of you who do not want to stand for this either to join me and form the stable, Rezolution.  One wrestler has already let me know he is on my side.  Let us not get run out of here as individuals, but stand together as a team. What'd you say?  I know you will need some time to think about it, so sleep on it if you have to.  I'll be in touch."

MJ:"Sweardog is looking to join forces with some other USCW superstars!  What do you make of this LSB?"

LSB:"The desperate actions of a scared man."

SD:"Oh and one last thing."

(Sweardog turns to the announcers table and points to LSB)

SD:"You have a big mouth jackass. How about a mudhole stomped in your ass to match that big mouth? If you don't like me fine. It is completely different if you bad mouth me without me defending myself. So if you keep disrespecting me, it will be you doing the defending, slapdick."

LSB:"Little defensive aren't we?  You better watch who you spout off to son.  I've won more championships than you've had pieces of ass."

(Half the crowd boos while the other half chuckles.)

LSB:"Just because you can't satify Ms. Kitty the way shes needs is no reason to get pissy with me.  But I'm retired now.  And you wouldn't be worth my time if I wasn't.

SD:"Keep talking Baxter.  That's what you're good at.  But all it's going to do is make sure you are on the business end of a mudhole stomping."

("Another Bites The Dust" starts to play again as Sweardog makes his way to the back, staring Baxter down the whole way and pointing at him one last time as he dissapears to the back.)

LSB:"Punk."

MJ:"I thought you weren't going to get involved with the wrestlers LSB."

LSB:"I didn't.  I was giving my opinions.  But if his skin is that thin....fine.  Get mad.  It's not like he could do anything about it anyway."

MJ:"We are ready now fans for the first match in the World Title Tournament!  This first match has generated a lot hype and controversy.  Let's take it down to Cindy to get things rolling."

CM:”The following contest is set for one fall.  Introducing first, weighing in at 235 pounds and hailing from Oakland, California, "Bad Karma" RJ Souza!”

(As the rock guitars break in, RJ stands in a solo spotlight. He wears the trademark black jean shorts, black boots and black Ray-bans. His
black shirt with white writting says "Got Karma??" He carries his black baseball bat over his right shoulder. The house lights slowly come up as
he makes his way to the ring. The boos drowns out all other sound and signs come up like: "Souza Sucks", "Instant Karma Is Gonna Get RJ",
"Souza Fears One True Warrior","Thunder Rolls for RJ Souza", and "Thunderbolt, Scalp Souza".)

(RJ looks very very focused as he walks up the steps to the ring. He waits with the bat in hand.  He gets a microphone from the ring
attendant.)

RJ:"I know most of you want to be me. But without Bourbon street, this place is a breeding ground for rednecks and lil snotmunchers who have a
future on a "COPS" episode, wearing wife beaters and beating their wives, or yelling "I Love Him, don't take him away!""

(The crowd once again boos loudly.)

RJ:"Snapperhead, I left the Urban Terrorists in the back for a real good reason. I don't need them. I figure if you are such a damn chicken
that you have to wait in the shadows and shoot at trees, you can't be good enough to get to the next round. I'll show you what Boot Camp is.
That's where I pack a small tent in my boot and shove it so far up your ass, you tougne will have my soleprint on it.  So, Snipper, I am
waiting. Let's get this done with so I can go home."

(RJ tosses the microphone back over to Cindy Maxwell.)

CM:”And his opponent, weighing in at 240 pounds and hailing from an undisclosed location, Sniper!”

MJ:"Well, once again it looks like Sniper might no show.  This is one confusing human being."

(The ref begins to once again count Sniper out.)

LSB:"Well, like I said last week, titles aren't necessarily what's important to Sniper right now.  You nev....."

(The lights go off.  After a second they flash back on and Sniper appears at the top of the ramp.  He makes his way from the back and starts coming down the ramp.)

MJ:"He's here!  Sniper is here and we may have match after all.  He's walking rather casually to not have much time left to get in the ring."

LSB:"The ref is still counting and Sniper is casually yawning and checking his watch.  This is cracking me up."

MJ:"And the ref has reached ten once again!  RJ Souza has won this match!"

CM:"Your winner, via countout, "Bad Karma" RJ Souza!"

LSB:"The match may be over, but it doesn't look like Sniper is done here.  He's still slowly walking towards the ring."

(The lights go off in the arena yet again.  When they return, Sniper is still where he was before.  Souza gives a quick glance around before his stare returns to Sniper.)

MJ:"Sniper's loving every minute of this!  Playing mind games with Souza.  He stops and runs his thumb across his throat in the direction of Souza.  And Souza is motioning for him to get into the ring."

LSB:"But look at that!  What everyone didn't notice when the lights came back on is that Assassin and Mercenary are sliding into the ring behind Souza!  And they rush him from behind!  A sneak attack from the Boot Camp Click!  And they start to pound on Souza!"

MJ:"Sniper is walking over here to where the belt is located on our announcers desk."

(Sniper walks over and picks up the belt.  He gives a quick salute to LSB and then holds the belt up for a second before throwing it to the ground and spitting on it.)

MJ:"What was that all about LSB?  Why is Sniper saluting you?"

LSB:"Who knows?  When does anything he does make sense right when it's happening?"

(Oakland's Urban Terrorists come streaking down the ramp.  Sniper whistles a signal to Assassin and Mercenary in the ring and then slides in with them.)

MJ:"We may have quite a confrontation here!  The Urban Terrorists, Souza's bodyguards are sliding into the ring!  And the Boot Camp Click tears into them!  We have an old fasion street fight going on here!  Gravedigga and Ice are trading punch for punch with Assassin and Mercenary!"

LSB:"Sniper has moved to the dazed Souza and is trying to lock him in the Columbian Necktie!"

MJ:"Souza is trying to counter it!  What's this?"

(Smackin' Sweardog McCrackin  and Dr. Thanatos come running down to the ring.)

LSB:"What are they doing here?  Thanatos is obviously a part of Rezolution!"

MJ:"Sweardog nails Assassin from behind!  Thanatos nails Mercenary from behind!   The newly formed Rezolution is wreaking havoc!  Sweardog goes after Sniper but Sniper sees it coming and let's go of Souza and slides out of the way.  Assassin and Mercenary regroup and join Sniper on one side of the ring.  There go the lights again!"

(The lights once again fade out.  When they return, Sweardog  and Thanatos are in the ring with Souza and the Terrorists.  After a couple of uncomfortable glances, both men slide out of the ring and head for the back.)

MJ:"Was Rezolution helping RJ Souza?"

LSB:"I don't think they were helping Souza as much as they were going against the Boot Camp Click.  But they are some strange birds.  So you never know."

MJ:"What a bizarre turn of events in what was supposed to be a one on one match.  Fans, we need to take a commercial break but we'll return with another first round match right after this."

MJ:"Welcome back fans.  We are ready for the next first round match up.  Two quite interesting characters here."

CM:"The following contest is set for one fall.  Introducing first, weighing in at 235 pounds and hailing from Boston, Mass., Dr. Nicholas Thanatos!"

(A pyro of red flame goes off out on both sides of the ramp as  "Eat the Rich" by Aerosmith begins to play and Steven Tyler's "Wake Up Kids" rap begins:

"Wake up kids, it's half past your youth...ain't nuthin' really changed but the date...you're a big league slammer, but you're no Babe Ruth...ya gotta learn how to relate...or you'll be swingin' from the pearly gate....got it all figured out...but low and behold...ya got the right key baby...but the wrong..key...hole...JOE!
 
At the first guitar riff, flames shoot out from both sides of the ramp and Dr. Nicholas Thanatos appears at the head of the ramp.  He takes off running down the ramp and slides in under the ropes and to the middle of the ring.  He picks up the microphone as "Eat the Rich" fades.)
 
Thanatos:"I just have one thing to say before we get started.  I DON'T MAKE HOUSE CALLS!  Especially at MY HOUSE! So the next time I get a call from an EMT or paramedic telling me they are bringing a  gunshot victim by my house I'm gonna tell them worse than 'Take them to the damn ER!'  Now, let's get this thing going.  I go on call at midnight."
 
(Thanatos throws the microphone down and stares expectantly towards the head of the ramp.)

MJ:"Thanatos has intrigued the fans of the USCW with his odd background and behavior.  And now with his joining of Rezolution.  We'll see if he can advance here in the world title tournament."

LSB:"That speech didn't seem like the words of someone looking to rid the USCW of evil to me.  But I could be wrong.  I think it did happen once before."

CM:"And his opponent, "weighing in at 260 pounds and hailing from Austin, Texas, Jeff "Boomtown" Rodeo!"

(An elaborate pyrotechnics displays begins to go off as "To Be Young" plays over the arena speakers.  Rodeo starts to make his way to the ring wearing a black "Boomtown" t-shirt.)

MJ:"Rodeo has had quite an interesting couple of weeks LSB.  One of his best friends was shot while visiting Rodeo."

LSB:"Well, his life has been hectic for a long time.  Did you know Rodeo was kicked out of five different private schools, mainly for his love of fireworks like bottlerockets and setting them off at inopportune times in inopportune places."

MJ:"He has certainly shown some explosive ability as a wrestler so far.  We'll see how he does here tonight.  Rodeo is in now and we are ready to go here in this first round match.   The winner of this match advances to face RJ Souza in the next round.  The two men circle each other for a second and now lock up.  The larger Rodeo gains the advantage, scoops up the doctor and slams him down to the mat."

LSB:"Rodeo obviously has a power advantage here.  The doc will have to find another way to attack Rodeo."

MJ:"It's almost like he heard you LSB as Thanatos quickly rolls to the outside to regroup.  Rodeo is close to the ropes, motioning for the doctor to get back into the ring."

LSB:"Woah!  Thanatos quickly jumps back up the apron, grabs Rodeo, and pulls him neck first down on the top rope as he jumps back down to ringside!  Nice move Thanatos."

MJ:"The doc quickly slides back into the ring and grabs the stunned Rodeo.  Thanatos picks Rodeo up and holds him in mid-air for a while before bringing him crashing down with brainbuster!  What an impact.  Thanatos is going for a quick cover!
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LSB:"This one was almost over already right there.  But Rodeo was able to shake the cobwebs off just in time."

MJ:"Thanatos brings Rodeo to his feet.  He locks both arms of Rodeo and brings him up and over the top with a double-arm suplex.  Nice move by the doc."

LSB:"It's looks like Thanatos is going to slow down the pace a bit here and work on breaking Rodeo down.  He plays to the crowd for a minute before grabbing Rodeo and locking him into a rear chin lock."

MJ:"Rodeo is struggling to get to the ropes.  But Thanatos is doing a good job of holding him off.  Finally Rodeo gets a hand on the ropes and the ref makes Thanatos break the hold, although he doesn't appear to happy about it.  He is giving the ref an ear full."

LSB:"Sometimes you have to let the ref know who is boss in a match.  Serves you well later on in the match."

MJ:"Thanatos has Rodeo up again now and whips him into the far ropes.  Thanatos goes for a clothesline but it's ducked under by Rodeo.   Rodeo bounces off the ropes again and meets Thanatos as soon as he turns around with a dropkick to the jaw!"

LSB:"Nice reversal by Rodeo.  Now we'll have to see if he can take advantage."

MJ:"Rodeo up now and he drops an elbow into the chest of Thanatos.  He pops up and drops another.  Pops up and drops yet another!"

LSB:"Rodeo picks Thanatos up now and sets him up and nails him with a DDT!"

MJ:"Rodeo is going for a cover here!
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LSB:"If Rodeo would have hooked the leg, he might have gotten that one."

MJ:"This has been a solid match thus far.  Both men have had their moments.  Rodeo brings Thanatos to his feet and looks like he is setting him up for the Sixth Street Slam.  He lines up the reverse suplex but as he picks him up and over Thanatos flips behind Rodeo!  Thanatos picks him up and flapjacks him into the corner!  Both men are down!"

LSB:"That move is usually his setup move for the Thanatopsy!  But can he get to his feet before Rodeo?"

MJ:"The ref is counting now for both men.  Finally Thanatos gets to his feet.  He grabs Rodeo and is setting him up for the Thanatopsy!  He starts to pick him up but Rodeo rolls Thanatos into a small package!"
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CM:"Your winnner, via pinfall, Dr. Nicholas Thanatos"

MJ:"Thanatos pulls off the victory just when it looked like  Rodeo was about to steal one!   A dead even match between these two wrestlers.  Now both men are up and seem to be sharing a mutual respect.  They shake hands.

(The crowd cheers the display of sportsmanship.)

LSB:"If this match happened ten times it would probably be 5 wins apiece.  I hope the rest of the matches are as good as that one."

MJ:"What an exciting match.  Thanatos advances to face RJ Souza in the tournament semi-finals.  We are ready for the next match of the tournament so let's take it down to Cindy."

CM:"The following contest is set for one fall.  Introducing first, weighing in at 235 pounds and hailing from Gulfport, Miss., Smackin' Sweardog McKrackin!"

("Another One Bites The Dust" plays as Sweardog makes his way to the ring with Ms. Kitty.  He is once again handing out t-shirts and once again picks out a young fan at ringside to give his blue "Bad Dog" shirt.  He makes sure to lob a few stares in the direction of Baxter at ringside.)

MJ:"Sweardog is certainly a fan favorite to advance in this tournament.  But his opponent is also well liked."

CM:"And his opponent, weighing in at 242 pounds and hailing from Montgomery, Alabama, Matt Reyman!"

("Sweet Home Alabama" cranks in as Reyman makes his way to the ring. )

MJ:"Reyman is an impressive technical wrestler.  We'll see how these two styles match up against one another."

LSB:"Two equally as sickening personalities.  I couldn't care less who wins this match."

MJ:"The bell rings and this match is underway.  Sweardog and Reyman lock up.  Reyman pulls Sweardog in with a headlock.  Sweardog works his way over to the ropes, bounces off and uses the momentum to send Reyman towards the far side ropes.  Reyman comes running back.  Leapfrog by Sweardog!  Reyman bounces back.  Sweardog goes for a clothesline but Reyman ducks it!  Now both quickly stop their momentum and face each other.  They matched each other move for move there."

LSB:"I suppose they both suck equally."

MJ:"The two men move to lock up again and this time it's Sweardog grabbing and arm and twisting.  He puts an elbow into the shoulder of Reyman.   Reyman is stunned and Sweardog grabs him and delivers a series of alternating knee strikes!  Brutal."

LSB:"He does that same crap every match.  Couldn't somebody counter it by now?"

MJ:"Will you give it a rest?  Don't let your bias ruin this match for the fans at home."

LSB:"I like you MJ, but check yourself."

MJ:"Sweardog has Reyman up now goes for an irish whip.  He whips Reyman into the corner.  Sweardog charges in for a clothesline but Reyman gets a foot up and Sweardog runs right into a big boot!"

LSB:"Reyman wakes up.  Let's see if he can take advantage."

MJ:"Sweardog is stunned.  Reyman grabs him and nails a reverse Russian leg sweep!  Nice move.  Reyman up quickly now and he is heading to the top rope!"

LSB:"High risk manuver coming here from Reyman.  Let's see if it pays off."

MJ:"Reyman comes crashing down with a leg drop from the top rope right across the throat of Sweardog!  Here's a cover!
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LSB:"Reyman with a near fall.  And he continues to press his advantage.  He has locked Sweardog in a camel clutch."

MJ:"Sweardog is struggling to get out and has now managed to spin out of the hold and grab the ropes.  Nicely done."

LSB:"Guess training with the Gracies did help his submission defense.  Even if Helio Gracie is 90 years old."

MJ:"Both men are back to their feet now.  Reyman goes for a right hand but Sweardog deflects it and connects on a right hand of his own.  And another.  Sweardog grabs him now and nails a DDT.  Sweardog goes for a cover.
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LSB:"Wishful thinking by McKrackin there.  Not enough damage for a pin."

MJ:"Sweardog slowly brings Reyman to his feet.  But Reyman nails him with an elbow to the gut!  And another!  Sweardog staggers back.  Reyman goes for a heart punch!  Sweardog blocks it!  Kick to the gut!  Sweardog Stunner!  Sweardog Stunner!
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CM:"Your winner, via pinfall, Smackin' Sweardog McKrackin!"

(The crowd cheers loudly.)

MJ:"Sweardog advances to the next round of the tournament!  Wait a minute.  I'm hearing that we are going to move to a camera backstage.  Let's see what's going on."

(RJ Souza walks into the hall and sees a dressing room with the name "Thunderbolt Lightfoot" on the door.  He peaks in. He waves his hand. The Oakland Urban Terrorists come running out of nowhere and run in. RJ stands by the door. There are sounds of a fight coming from inside. The Urban Terrorists walk out, giving RJ the "Thumbs up" sign. The trio walks off. A moment later, Mr. Wrestling comes walking out of the room, bloody and battered.)

MJ:"I don't think that was exactly what Souza had in mind.  Obviously, he was attempting to jump Lightfoot before his match with Simon Rose.  Speaking of which, we will have that match when we return right after these commercial messages.

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MJ:"Welcome back fans.  We are ready for our last match of the evening.  The winner here will advance to face Sweardog in the semi-finals.  Cindy."

CM:"The following contest is set for one fall.  Introducing first, weighing in at 227 pounds and hailing from Oxford, England, Simon Rose!"

("In Like The Rose" begins to play as Rose walks out with his valet Lily.  Rose is wearing an elaborate purple and white robe.  The fans boo as he struts down to the ring.)

MJ:"Rose used his blinding quickness to make short work on his first opponent here in the USCW.  But this will be a very different opponent here tonight as he faces the One True Warrior."

CM:"And his opponent, weighing in at 375 pounds and hailing from Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, Thunderbolt Lightfoot!"

(The lights dim and orange and red strobe lights start to go off at the top of the ramp.  The theme from The Last of the Mohicans starts to play as Thunderbolt Lightfoot comes out and starts to make his way to the ring.  White hot pyros shoot from each of the four ringposts.  Lightfoot steps over the top rope into the ring.)

MJ:" Lightfoot looks ready to go here in this match against Simon Rose.  The bell rings and we are under way.  Look at the size difference here.  Thunderbolt towers over Rose."

LSB:"Well, it's not the size of the dog in the fight MJ.  Rose will be game."

MJ:"The two men circle each other and Lightfoot moves to lock up and Rose quickly ducks out of the way and hits a standing dropkick!  Lightfoot is pushed back a couple of steps but quickly recovers."

LSB:"Rose will have to continue quick hitting moves like that to take down the big guy.  Chop him down a bit."

MJ:"The two men circle again.  Rose tries to circle around behind Thunderbolt but he is grabbed by Lightfoot who just launches him to the other side of the ring!  He just grabbed him and threw him down!"

LSB:"Rose must have traveled 15 feet through the air before crashing down to the mat.  That's what will happen if he doesn't wrestle smart."

MJ:"Rose is back up again and they approach each other again.  This time Rose baseball slides through Lightfoot's legs!  He is quickly up and runs towards the far side ropes.  He springboards off the middle rope and leaps and is now mounted on Lightfoots shoulders!"

LSB:"I think he was going to try a hurricanrana there MJ but couldn't budge the big man.  Now he's stuck on Lightfoot's shoulders."

MJ:"He trys raining down some right hands.  Now Lightfoot takes a few steps forward and brings Rose crashing down to the mat by falling backwards into an electic chair drop!  Lightfoot goes for a cover!
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LSB:"That's a lot of weight pressing you down.  But Rose managed to squirm an arm free."

MJ:"But he's still in a lot of trouble LSB.  He picks Rose up and looks like he is going to take him for a ride with a choke slam!  He starts to pick him up, and, wait.  Wait a minute!  Lightfoot just let go of Simon Rose and grabbed his leg!  What happened?  Lightfoot is clutching his right leg in pain right now!"

LSB:"I don't know what's going on.  Thunderbolt is on the mat now, rolling around in pain.  Rose is up, and heading to the top rope!"

MJ:"Rose leaps from the top and nails a 450 splash!  Thunderbolt may be in trouble!  Rose is setting up for the Wilter!  He is trying to lock the big man in the Wilter!  He's got the leg hooked!  He's reaching for Lightfoot's shoulders.  But no!  Lightfoot reverses, and has Rose pinned down with an inside cradle! 
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CM:"Your winner, via pinfall, Thunderbolt Lightfoot!"

MJ:"Thunderbolt manages to pull off the victory!  But something is definately wrong!  Rose is up now and he is furious!  He is going to attack the still prone Lightfoot!  He kicks Lightfoot in the back of the head!  What a cheap shot!"

LSB:"If he can't get him during the match he'll get him after."

MJ:"Rose is stomping away on Lightfoot!  But look at this!  Once again here comes Sweardog and Dr. Thanatos!  They are streaking down to the ring.  Rose slides out quickly and heads to the back with Lily!"

LSB:"Sweardog is checking on Thunderbolt.  Look at the look on his face.  What is that he has?  It's a dart!  A dart was in the leg of Thunderbolt Lightfoot.  Sweardog is calling for a mic."

SD:"I have seen some low down things in my life.  But this takes the cake.  There was a dart in Thunderbolt's leg.  And let me read you the note attached.  "This is a warning.  You are marked.  BooYeah Master Chief”.  And it is signed, Assassin."

(The crowd gasps and begins to boo.)

MJ:"So the Click was behind this."

SD:"This is the very kind of thing that caused me to start Rezolution.  Myself and Dr. Thanatos are a great start.  But I hope you can see now T-bolt that cowards like the Boot Camp Click will stop at nothing to ruin the USCW.  And try to bring down good men like yourself.  You, Thunderbolt Lightfoot, need to join Rezolution!"

(Half the crowd reacts with excitement while the other half seems apprehensive.)

MJ:"Sweardog wants Lightfoot, who he will face next week in the tournament, to join Rezolution!"

LSB:"He's probably just scared to fight him and this is his way out."

(Sweardog passes the mic to Thanatos.)

Thanatos:"This league is sick right now Lightfoot.  Infested with evil.  The prescription it needs is for you to join us to cleanse this organization.  What do you say?"

(Lightfoot has managed to get to his feet and put a little weight on his injured leg.  He takes the microphone from Thanatos.)

Lightfoot:"Both of you are honorable warriors who I have great respect for.  I appreciate you coming out to help me in a time of need.  However, this tournament is something I feel I need to d......"

("Tougher Than Leather" starts to play as RJ Souza walks out from the back with the Urban Terrorists in tow.  He has a microphone and the music stops as he starts to speak.)

RJ(mockingly):"I have a lot of respect for you.  You are honorable warriors.  Just shut the hell up!"

(The crowd boos loudly.)

RJ:"It doesn't matter if you join with these other two morons.  None of you can beat me three on one much less one on one.   Thanatos, I will take care of you next week.  Then, at Beach Bash, I will beat whichever one of you other jackasses accidentally wins for the title."

Sweardog:"That's big talk from the ramp.  Why don't you come down here and get a mudhole stomped in your ass!"

(The crowd goes crazy.)

MJ:"It looks like RJ and company will take him up on it!"

LSB:"Souza and the Urban Terriorts versus Rezolution and possible new member Lightfoot!"

(The lights go out.  When they come back on the Boot Camp Click is at ringside.)

MJ:"And there is the Boot Camp Click!  All nine men are in the ring now!  This is craziness!  They are all throwing blows with bad intentions!"

LSB:"What a fight!  It makes me want to get involved!"

MJ:"Keep your seat, LSB!  Fans, I hate to say it but we are completely out of time here tonight!  Join us next week in Dallas, Texas when Souza takes on Thanatos and Sweardog battles Lightfoot plus much more USCW action.  For "Lightning" Scott Baxter, I am Michael Johnson.  Goodnight everybody!"

(The scene fades as the battle between the nine men in the ring rages on.)