A small amount of "S.R.J" by Graveltrap plays as we are taken straight to a scene, where in the top corner it says "Recorded earlier today". We fade into the WsW Headquarters in Sacramento, California, as Michael Ston and Zak Hackett are walking in. They then head to the front desk.

P.A.: Hi, welcome to WsW Mr. Hackett, I am Mr. Virtue’s Personal Assistant-

Zak: Yeah yeah, don’t care, Jay V got the papers ready?

P.A.: *sighs* You’re lucky I’m used to that. Mr. Virtue is in New York, you know this I’m sure. So your management papers, Mr. Ston, are here to be signed.

Zak: BASTARD! So we flew to California to see Jay V, when really we could have just walked a few blocks to MSG?!

Mike: That P.I.M.P. …

Zak: … Argh, just sing the papers Mike, we gotta get back.

Mike: Will do.

Mike signed the papers.

P.A.: *in a low voice* Congratulations, you are now Zak Hackett’s manager.

Zak and Mike: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Zak: … Ok, quick stop, then we’ll hijack a WsW plane back to NY…

Hackett looks at the woman. 

Zak: Er… I mean… go buy plane tickets.

MR: Folks, what you saw earlier was Hackett and Ston trying to find Jay... but what you are about to see, some viewers may find disturbing...

The scene fades in as Zak walks into a hallway, looking for something.

MR: Is he looking for Michael or Anjel? Or something else?

HI: HAHA! Guess he’s not looking for Mike. Look.

In the background, Michael can be seen in a brawl with security, using a loaded (with giant rings) fist to knock them out.

MR: That’s… interesting.

Zak suddenly bursts into a locker room. The camera shows the name ‘Anjel’ on the door. The shot switches as Zak can be seen looking around the room for Anjel… or is he?

HI: The kid is searching through her stuff! GO PERVERT GO!

Zak pulls out a pair of panties and sniffs them.

Zak: Anjel… you truly are heavenly… I will make you a true woman yet…

MR: This guy is sick! What is he, a stalker?

Michael’s shouts can be heard from behind.

Mike: Dude! They’re coming! She probably isn’t far behind.

Zak: Don’t worry Michael… she’s here… somewhere.

And with that, Zak flees the room, knocking out the cameraman with a punch in the process.

Opening Match
Triple Threat Match
Zak Hackett Vs Xero Vs Anjel 

Jay: Zak, Xero… Anjel… thank you for coming to my office prior to your match. Because… it’s time… for… The Wheel… Of Fun!!!

The crowd cheer

HI: HELL YES!!!

Jay: Lady and gentlemen… I shall now determine the fate of your match…

Jay gives the wheel a mighty spin, it starts to settle down on Old Skool Wrestling as Jay turns away from the wheel

Jay: And tonight’s opening match will be an old sk…

:::Click:::

Anjel smiles at Jay who looks bewildered. Anjel then points to the wheel behind Jay, who turns and notices it’s landed on “Wild Card Match”

Jay: Hmm… don’t remember that being there…

Jay lifts the cardboard up and takes the card

Jay: tonight’s match will be… A casket match!!!

The crowd cheer as Xero and Hackett look at each other in shock. Anjel stands there laughing

HI: HELL YES!!! TRIPLE THREAT CASKET MATCH!!

MR: This is a first in WsW folks, as you can see, two caskets are being lowered from the rafters now, almost as if we were ready for this to happen.

The caskets are trimmed in dark maroon satin and placed either side of the ring. One by the announcer table, and one by the ramp way. Two hooded men then walk down the ramp with a solid gold casket which they slide into the ring, and leave it in the centre of the ring. As the two hooded men leave, Xero walks down the ramp to no music and no response.

HI: Rumour has it Xero got a little agitated that he’s got to fight a woman… and this could be his last match

MR: What a chauvinistic pig…

“Still Frame” by Trapt plays as Hackett makes his way down the ring to incessant booing. His manager, Michael Ston, walks out, but the referee is ordering him to the back

HI: Awww come on, why do that?! It’s no DQ… get your opponent in the casket and close the lid!

MR: The referee is just trying to make things fair, Icon

Zak seems calm about this decision and rolls into the ring, ignoring Xero. The lights dim slowly, as a faint rain is heard tattering onto a tin roof, Suddenly a Clash of Thunder bellows throughout the arena as lightning strikes the Sim- Tron. As the Rain continues to get dense, and the sound caries more, the theme of "Haunted" revs up, a mild Haze with a red tinge fills the Entrance ramp... From behind this haze a slender and dark shadow arises, and from this darkness Anjel emerges wearing only a black leather strapped suit with 3 pentagrams covering the front essentials, looking steadily at the men in the ring, her eyes seen through a close up of the camera raises the hair on the neck of the crew as the deep captivating emerald colour scorns them as they back off only seeing the auburn hair that covers her face. Walking slowly to the ring with the dimness, she climbs the apron and enters the ring sliding between the top Rope... CLASH! Thunder erupts and the lightning strikes once more as the lights flicker back on, Immediately Anjel takes to action by charging at Xero and knocking him to the outside with a clothesline. She turns around and gets levelled with a hard clothesline from Hackett who taunts the crowd, who in return boo him

MR: Listen to the crowd, showing their hate for a guy who almost beheaded Anjel

HI: Hey, she wanted to wrestle here… Zak’s giving her a nice welcome… and is probably copping a feel

Zak lifts Anjel up in a scoop slam position.. and holds her there… with a smile on his face… before he brings her crashing down with a thunderous slam. Anjel doesn’t seem in pain, rather just lays there. Zak goes over to her, but Anjel grabs his leg and dragon screws him down before hitting a jumping elbow drop on Hackett. Anjel picks Hackett up, but Hackett pushes Anjel backwards as she bumps into the gold coffin. Anjel stares hard at Hackett who goes for a dropkick that barely connects. As Hackett hits the ground, Anjel gets Hackett in the Winter’s Revenge (Ankle Lock) Hackett starts to yell out in pain as Anjel torques on the move. Xero comes back into the ring, but Anjel has released the hold on Hackett to nail some forearm shots to the head of Xero. Anjel goes to whip Xero into the casket, but drop toe holds him onto it at the last minute.

MR: Anjel looks very impressive early on

HI: It’s the make-up that does that

MR: I meant wrestling-wise, Icon

HI: Of course you did Mike… of course you did

Anjel turns around to the now standing Hackett, who runs and spears Anjel into the corner. She sits down in the corner, slumped as Hackett puts the boots into Anjel. Hackett then reaches outside and opens the coffin by the announce desk. He then turns to Xero, picks him up and hits the Still Frame, sending him into the casket!! Hackett slams the lid shut as the referee signals the end of Xero

MR: Xero is outta here!!!

HI: In more ways than one…

MR: Belee Dat

HI: Sonofa…

Hackett is celebrating to the crowd, and fails to notice Anjel on her feet. She grabs Hackett’s head and sprints into the corner, and nails Hackett with a spinning bulldog! She stands up and heads to the top rope, waiting for Hackett to stand. Anjel stands there like a bird perched, waiting to strike it’s victim… Hackett stands and receives a kick to the heart, sending him backwards over the gold casket and to the canvas.

MR: That gold casket is becoming such a hindrance to the competitors.

HI: Indeed it is, but it could be used to an advantage, as Anjel is now opening the gold casket

MR: But she’s also opening the casket with Xero in…

HI: …you were saying?

The casket Xero was in is now empty as Anjel goes over and opens the final casket. She turns to Hackett, who nails her with a Tornado DDT from theg round. Hackett stands and picks her up before whipping her into the ropes. Anjel slides under the ropes and into the empty casket by the announcer’s desk. She is almost on her knees, smiling at Hackett who is smiling back. She’s luring him to come to the casket, seductively

HI: GO PERVERT GO!!!

MR: Stop saying that

HI: HACKETT’S GONNA GET LAID IN A CASKET DAMMIT!!

MR: GO PERVERT GO!!!

Hackett steps through the ropes as Anjel pulls Hackett down into the casket. As she does this, all three casket lids slam shut at once!!

HI: WHATTHEFUCK!!

MR: … I can’t believe I just saw that

HI: There’s no one else there, how the fuck did the other two caskets close?

The referee goes under the ring and pulls out a crowbar, before prying open the casket. Inside, Hackett can be seen unconscious, his hands on his shoulders as if he were dead, and dressed in a funeral type clothing

HI: Holy shit…

Icon’s headset drops to the announce desk as he throws water on Hackett, trying to revive him

MR: This is… highly disturbing… folks, we’re sorry about the way things are turning out tonight, and we’ll just keep you focused on the crowd while they try to revive Zak Hackett…

Just then, a large clash of thunder erupts as a snow white raven comes soaring from the back. The loud shriek of the raven startles everyone near by as it flies frantically over the caskets, before circling over the wooden casket by the ramp way.

MR: What the Hell is going on here?

The raven caws loudly as one of the referee’s takes the crow bar over to the casket. Just as the crow bar touches the casket, it bursts into flames, sending the referee back

MR: WHAT THE HELL!!! PUT THAT DAMN FIRE OUT!!!

One of the security guys extinguishes the fire, as they look at the burnt casket… no sign of Anjel. Todd Clayborne and Antonio Collins make their way down to the ring, and slide in. Security is trying to catch the raven with a fish net, much to the amusement of some drunken guys in Row B. The raven finally perches itself on the gold casket

MR: Please…

Todd’s hand just touches the lid as he and Collins rush to the casket, but it swings open as Anjel is seen smiling, she then steps out of the casket

MR: WHAT THE… I… AND…. WOAH!

WINNER = ANJEL!!!

“Get Some” by Snot plays as Sid Griffith walks arrogantly down the ramp way, with his eyes focused on Anjel and her buddies, Collins and Clayborne. Behind him walk Greg Stillson and Fonda. Griffith is carrying a croquet mallet in his right hand with an intense, yet laid back look on his face. Anjel, Collins, and Clayborne get ready in battle position. Griffith and the Stillsons slide into the ring, and immediately, Collins and Clayborne lunge forward. Stillson shows no fear with a powerful clothesline across Clayborne's neck. Collins is punished with a croquet mallet to the ribcage. Anjel and Fonda simply stare down each other.

MR: WHAT THE… STILLSON IS HERE AGAIN… BUT…

HI: TWO TIME PTIW CHAMP SID GRIFFITH!!! THE SICKEST FUCK KNOWN TO MAN!!!

Stillson now pounds away at Clayborne as Griffith throws Collins into the ropes. He follows right behind and hits finisher Helter Skelter (sprinting gore into the spine, rather than the ribcage). Collins frolics to the floor outside. Stillson grabs Clayborne by the throat and chokeslams him to the floor, from the inside of the ring!

MR: They’re dismantling The Trend Setters before their match!

HI: They shouldn’t have been down here…

Anjel and Fonda continue with their staredown. Meanwhile, Griffith and Stillson surround Anjel, giving her no space. Anjel turns to attack the strongest enemy, Sid Griffith. She connects with a kick to the ribs, but is soon stopped as Fonda grabs Anjel by the hair and throws her directly into the tall frame of Greg Stillson. Greg Stillson holds Anjel by the throat as Sid Griffith grabs his croquet mallet. Stillson lifts her. As he begins to slam her down for a chokeslam, Griffith swings the mallet, smashing it into Anjel's skull just as she falls to hit the canvas. Blood spurts from her nose and she lies, unconscious.

MR: NO!!! THAT’S SICK!!! WHY DO THAT?!

HI: Hell yes… I have a new favorite wrestler…

Griffith, along with the Stillsons, stand in the middle of the ring, with broken bodies all around. Trash begins to be thrown at them all. Griffith stands, with his hands out and his shoulders shrugged, as if to say "What'd I do?" in a mocking fashion. The three then exit the ring and walk up the rampway, with obscenities and trash thrown at them in protest.

A limousine is seen pulling up outside Madison Square Garden. The crowd murmurs it's curiosity.

HI: What's going on? We expecting any celebrities tonight?

MR: Your guess is as good as mine, Icon.

The camera pans to the rear of the vehicle where we see a license plate with the letters "ICON U" on it. The fans in MSG immediately roar to life, 

cheering at an ear splitting decibel.

MR: Interesting... did you call for a limo or something?

HI: Not unless it's one of those extravagant freebies I get from time to time.

MR: Guess we'll find out soon enough, although the crowd seems to have a clue....

MR: Folks, we hope Anjel is ok... Sid Griffith is apparently a new member of the WsW roster, and the scenes shown earlier, were dispicable, to say the least.

HI: Well, The Trend Setters have a match next, but Anjel looks to be in a bad bad way after that croquet hammer shot...

MR: Well, the show must go on... but that was a great opening match!

HI: Next up is our big tag team match!

MR: Yes indeed.  Zant and Banks really proved themselves to Jay V.  As their reward they get to face off against Clayborne and Collins to show Jay V if they’re just another flash in the pan or if they’re the next big tag team.

HI: How about the next big flash in the pan?

MR: Here comes Clayborne and Collins!

"Bad To The Bone" George Thorogood plays throughout the arena, and Collins and Clayborne make their way to the ring.  They stretch and get ready for the big showdown.

MR: One has to think that, should Collins and Clayborne lose this match that, they their standing with the Boss is going to drop dramatically.

HI: You know what makes the boss happy…shine…it made me happy…

MR: It made you have to use the restroom too…

HI: It’s damn strong shine!

MR: Here come the rookies…well, at least one of them…

"Kick Start My Heart" by Motley Crue blears across Madison Square Garden, and Jason Van Zant makes his way to the ring.  Meanwhile, back in the ring, Brian Banks sneaks in behind and clotheslines Clayborne and Collins down to the mat.  Jason slides into the ring, and both he and his tag team partner deliver several kicks to the fallen tag team.

HI: Good move there by the rooks. 

MR: Good move?  It was a cheap move!

HI: It wasn’t cheap, it was free!

The referee finally forces Van Zant out of the ring, and rolls Collins out too.  Thus Brian Banks continues nailing Clayborne with several kicks.  He drops a knee into the back of Clayborne, then bounces off the ropes and drops a jumping knee drop into the back of Clayborne’s head.

MR: As much as I despise the cheap…or free shot that Van Zant and Banks used, they’re doing the right thing by pressing their advantage.

HI: Also remember that Clayborne has been out for some time, so he’s a little ring rusty.

MR: Good point.

HI: I only make good points.

Back in the ring, Banks picks up Clayborne and tosses him into the ropes.  Clayborne receives a spinning crescent kick on his way back.  Banks leaps over to his partner and tags Van Zant in.  Banks then tosses Clayborne into the ropes as he steps out, and VZ hits him on the bounce back with a beautiful belly to belly suplex.

MR: Great move there by Jason Van Zant.

HI: I’ve done better.

VZ picks Clayborne up and tosses him into the corner near Collins.  He goes for a jumping full body splash only to miss as Collins pushes his partner out of the way. 

MR: Smart move by Van Zant.

HI: I call it slightly intelligent.

MR: I call you a jack-

The camera flashes back to the ring to show Collins leap over the ropes and start wailing on VZ with closes right hands.  The referee tries to pull Collins off, but Collins shrug shim off. 

MR: I think the frustrations getting to Collins.

HI: Wouldn’t you be frustrated if you went from being a successful lawyer to being a bad wrestler?

MR: He’s not a bad wrestler…he’s not half bad at all.

HI: He’s not half good at all either…

Collins finally pulls himself off of Van Zant, and drops a quick standing leg drop.  He gets back up and repeats it.  He gets up a third time and tags Clayborne, then climbs the turnbuckle as Clayborne keeps Van Zant grounded with several kicks.  Collins hits a spectacular moonsault from the top rope, then rolls out of the ring.  Clayborne goes for the pin…kickout at 2.

MR: If Clayborne can keep the pressure on, they have won this match

HI: But it’s not like everyone can turn ravaging good looks into an effective counter to experience…it took me a whole day.  I highly doubt that Van Zant and Banks are as talented as I.

Clayborne slaps Van Zant into a side headlock.  Van Zant fights his way to his feet and out of the hold.  He then punches Clayborne and goes to walk across the ring, but Clayborne does a reverse drop toe hold forcing Van Zant’s head to crash into the bottom turnbuckle.

MR: The experience factor really helps out here.  Collins is also new, but having the veteran Clayborne in the ring provides a bounty of benefits.

HI: Yeah, it is nice to know every inch of the ring and where you are.

Clayborne puts Van Zant into an abdominal stretch and tags Collins.  Collins bounces off the opposite ropes and places a dropkick right in the exposed abdominal region of Van Zant.  Clayborne exits the ring and Collins locks a front headlock onto Van Zant.  Van Zant tries to power out of it, but each time he gets to his feet, Collins grounds him back down.  But, Van Zant is making progress toward his tag team partner, who’s hand is stretched for the tag.  He powers up and lifts Collins up…his fingers are millimeters from Banks…that’s when Clayborne places a perfect dropkick into the back of Van Zant’s knee, forcing Van Zant down and into a pinning predicament.

MR: Excellent move there by Clayborne…see?  That experience factor is already paying dividends. 

HI: Bounty?  Dividends?  What is this guy, a bank?

Collins drags Van Zant back into Collins/Clayborne’s corner, and tags Clayborne back in.  They keep Van Zant in the corner for a good 2 minutes.  Banks tries to get in the ring and over to his partner, but each time, the ref forces him back out to the apron.

MR: Banks means well, but he’s hurting his partner more then he’s helping.

HI: You sure that he’s not Collins and Clayborne’s cohort?

MR: That’s absurd!

HI: I KNEW IT!

Clayborne grabs Van Zant from behind and holds him in the corner.  Collins goes halfway into the ring and turns around to deliver a running splash.  Meanwhile, Van Zant delivers several elbows to Clayborne, knocking him off the apron, and catches Van Zant midsplash and slams him into the corner.

MR: THAT WAS A POWERSLAM INTO THE CORNER!!

HI: Everybody saw that captain obvious.

Van Zant collapses forward and starts crawling toward his tag team partner while Collins lays sprawled out in the corner.  Clayborne slides into the ring to prevent Van Zant from the tag.  Collins still hasn’t moved, so the ref goes to check on him.  Meanwhile, Banks has had enough and slides into the ring with a steel chair.  He nails Clayborne right in the forehead with the steel chair, disposes of the evidence, and locks on a vicious…front face lock…of doom.

MR: HE’S LOCKED HIM IN PRISON PRISON PRISON!!

HI: It’s a freaking front face lock!

MR: PRISON PRISON PRISON.

HI slaps MR.

MR: Thanks…I needed that.

HI slaps MR.

MR: Asshole.

HI: Just making sure you’re back to normal.

The ref goes to check to see if Clayborne is going to submit.  Banks really cranks on the front face lock, grinding his forearm into Clayborne’s nose.

MR: He could break Clayborne’s nose that way.

HI: He won’t feel it though; he’s already passing out from a good combination of the submission move and the body odor. 

Clayborne’s hand is raised…dropped.  Raised…dropped.  Raised…Just as it is about to hit the floor for the third time, Collins comes out of nowhere with a twisting moonsault into a legdrop…from a standing position!

MR: INCREDIBLE LETHAL INJECTION!

HI: Nice standing variation of a usually high flying move.

Clayborne and Banks roll out to the floor as Collins stands back up.  Collins goes to follow them to the outside, but his hit from behind by a forearm by Van Zant.

MR: Just in case people lost track, Collins and Van Zant are the official legal men. 

HI: Yeah…I did lose track.

HI slaps MR.

HI: I’m better now.

Van Zant lifts Collins up in a Powerbomb position.  As he’s about drop him down to the mat, Collins wiggles free and, pulling Van Zant down with him, forces Van Zant’s face into the mat!

MR: THE GUILTY VERDICT!

HI: Wow…this kid can modify his finishers to work anywhere…he may be related to me.

MR slaps HI.

HI: Thanks.

The ref counts the pinfall.  1... 2... 3!!

WINNERS = ANTONIO J COLLINS & TODD CLAYBORNE!!!

MR: Collins evened out his win/loss ratio!

HI: Great showing…not as good as if I wrestled, but damn good nonetheless.

Scene flashes to a commercial.  PREPARE FOR THE VULGARITY!

Backstage at MSG we see Kevin Damon come striding in as if he has business to attend to. Still wearing his sunglasses, leather coat and carrying a large duffel bag, he heads for one of the rooms backstage when he's interrupted by one of WsW's interviewers Jack Sugden.

Jack Sugden: Kevin... Mind if I have a few words for you before your match?

Kevin looks annoyed and checks his watch.. He responds gruffly.

Kevin: If you can make it quick, I have things to do.

Jack Sugden: I'll get right to the point then... What are you thoughts about being the Intercontinental Champion here at WsW?

Kevin: I came here to do a job, as I said I would at my first appearance here at WsW.. So far two matches won and the Intercontinental Belt.. A job done well if I may say so myself... And since there isn't a World champion, I'm the one setting the standard here at WsW.

Jack Sugden: And what about your two opponents who you are facing tonight?

Kevin: I think I already made my opinion known about Johnny Legend In His Own Mind.. He's nothing but a fool believing he's the greatest thing since Swiss cheese.. I mean, in his last fed he just got beat three times in a row.. and if he thinks he's the best there is after that.. The man is living in a delusional world.

As for Knife Point, he says he's a four time Hardcore Champion… like I'm supposed to gawk, gasp, and kowtow to him over it. Let's take a look at some "hardcore" facts. First of all, unless you are too dense to notice Knife Point ... I won the Intercontinental Title ... IN A HARDCORE MATCH! And since you no longer hold that title.... That means you are also a four time LOSER of such matches. Meaning you can be beaten easily. And tonight I'm going to prove it.

Now get the hell away from me Sugden, I have a match to prepare for.

Kevin stalks off leaving Sugden there stammering..

The crowd are somewhat silent in anticipation of the next match. Suddenly a familiar song begins to play around the arena, it’s ‘Bring Me To Life’ by Evanescence. The lights go out, and then a word emerges on the big screen. Unusually, this word makes the crowd erupt in cheers and applause, as the word is… ADZ!

Rather un-ironically, Adz then makes his way from the backstage area and stands on the stage.

HI: Fuck!

MR: He’s back, Adz is back, I can’t believe it, I thought he was retired.

HI: But… why…

MR: It’s your son Icon, your son!

HI: SHUT UP!!!

The crowd are still cheering very very loudly and chanting ‘Adz’ at the top of their voices as Adz makes his way slowly down to the ring. He rolls into the ring and grabs the microphone that was amazingly there waiting for him, as if the production team knew that this surprise was happening.

MR: I wasn’t expecting this, I was expecting some one else.

HI : So was I, but that hooker I slept with swears that he is ours.

MR: No, I mean some one like Knife Point or Zak Hackett, but this is much more interesting!

HI: Yeah, interesting…

Adz waits for silence, which takes a while because he forgot he was singing. He then looks over to the commentary position.

Adz: Hi daddy! Hey everyone, I’m Hardcore Icon’s son!

HI: Shit.

Hardcore Icon hides under the commentary table.

Adz: My name, as you all know, is Adz!

The crowd erupts into cheers again, and Adz has to wait for them to be quiet.

Adz: It’s so good to be back in the WsW, the place that I made famous all those years ago! I was the first ever WsW Intercontinental Champion, and I was undefeated dammit, undefeated, I never lost that title. I was also here for a second stint in WsW, when I was the commissioner of this great company. But unfortunately, both times I had to leave, due to injuries or personal reasons. And 3 months ago, at the age of 24, as the RAWF US Champion and whilst I was in the final, of the X-Net World Championships, I retired from professional wrestling.

The crowd starts booing, but Adz holds his hand up to stop them.

Adz: But like the great Michael Jordan and Hulk Hogan, there is something I have to do. And that, my friends, is return to the ring, and resume my Professional Wrestling Career! And what better place to do it, than here in World Simulation Wrestling!

The crowd cheer again.

Adz: Why do I have to come back? Well firstly, I was told that an SAT score of 15 was not good enough to get me into Harvard Law School. I mean, that’s just stupid, we all know that the reason they didn’t let me in was because I have blond hair.

So, with that career path in tatters, I went back to England, to work in a pub. But because my manager there was jealous of my professional wrestling career, he fired me, saying that I should know how to make ice.

So then, I had two choices. Do I follow the footsteps of my Dad’s career, or do I follow the footsteps of my Mum’s. I decided that being a 260 pound man was too much work, so I decided to follow the footsteps of my Dad.

It was when I arrived here in the United States, that I remember that I had already done that, and that I had already been a pro wrestler. But with just $34 in my pocket, and only $16 in my shoe, I couldn’t fly home. So I came here to World Sim Wrestling, and asked Jay V for a contract. He wouldn’t give me one, so I made one for my self on his computer when he was in the supplies cupboard with that secretary. So now, my friends, I am back in the WsW!

Nobody cheers, until one guy throws a tomato at Adz, this wakes everyone up, and they all start cheering.

Adz: So, I am out here now, to challenge somebody. I challenge this person, to a match at the next PPV, Vulgarity, on September the 8^th. The person I am challenging is Kevin Damon, for the Intercontinental Title.

Now you guys might wonder why I would deserve a title shot in my return match. Why? Because I never lost the damn title, it’s my title, I made it famous! So Kevin, I don’t know a thing about you, but I want to face you at Vulgarity. I don’t care who you are, or how big you are, because I know, and everyone here knows, that I am the guy who changed the way people look at professional wrestling, and I am here to get my title back… bitch!

Seeya later guys, seeya later Daddy.

Adz waves at Hardcore Icon who gives him the finger in return. Adz shrugs it off and exits the ring, tripping over the top rope, forgetting that 6’5 isn’t tall enough to try and act like the Undertaker. He dusts himself off and walks up the ramp and to the backstage area.

MR: "Woooooo! ADZ IS BACK!"

HI: "Dear god no…"

MR: "What? You can’t be upset…"

HI: "Hey, what can I say… His mom’s back… Syphilis for all…"

"'03 Bonnie & Clyde" by Jay-Z feat Beyonce Knowles hits as Knife Point makes his way to the ring! The crowd cheer for the heavyweight highflier!

MR: "What a rapturous reception…"

HI: "I didn’t know this was an English lesson…"

MR: "…"

HI: "Nevermind…"

"Iron Man" by Black Sabbath interrupts and the fans explode with jeers and boos. Johnny Legend makes his way to the ring taunting the fans. He rolls into the ring and is instantly nailed from behind by Point, sick of the mans taunting!

HI: "Quick sneak a attack!"

MR: "Smart move… get the jump on Legend and make this a 1 on 1 match!"

HI: "Nice move cos it was sneaky!"

"Here I Go Again" by Whitesnake hits as Point drops Legend with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Knifey turns to the rampway, as does the referee, only for Damon to slide into the ring and nail Point in the back of the head with the title knocking him to the outside of the ring!

MR: "DQ! DQ! DQ!"

HI: "The match ain’t started yet… who are you? ADZ!?"

The referee screams at Damon and pulls the title away from him, he passes it to the timekeeper before calling for the bell. The match is officially underway as Damon pulls Legend to his feet, only to knock him straight back down with Snap Suplex, quickly followed up with an Atomic Elbow. He takes a moment to taunt the crowd…

HI: "Point is back on his feet!"

MR: "And back in the ring!"

HI: "I was about to say that!"

Taking exception to being hit in the head with the gold, Point takes down Damon with a Gore!

MR: "GORE, GORE, GORE!!!"

HI: "Easy… you’re gunna give yourself a hernia… and I’m sure Adz has it in his contract to rub those better…"

Point then goes to the top and dives off with a Missile Drop-kick almost taking Damon’s head off! Legend slowly gets to his feet but is knocked into the corner with a drop-kick to the jaw!

MR: "This match has been fast paced!"

HI: "Almost as quick as Adz in bed… Uh… so I heard…"

MR: "Like Father, Like son?"

HI: "Yea.. HEY!!! Sonofa..."

Damon comes from behind on Point and knocks him to the ground with a Pump Handle slam! He looks to Legend who is in the corner, and sprints for a turnbuckle clothesline… Legend moves and Damon’s sternum slams into the top buckle…

HI: "JEEZ! That had to hurt…"

MR: "Like Adz without lube?"

HI: "NO! He’s not a big guy… Uh… so I heard…"

Legend locks in a waist lock and carries Damon over with a German Suplex! KP who is getting to his feet is caught quickly with a DDT! The momentum of the match quickly sways in Legend’s direction!

MR: "The momentum has swung in Legends direction quickly!"

HI: "…"

MR: "What? Its for the deaf people that can’t see the action…"

HI: "…"

Legend stays in control taking out Damon with a Death Valley Driver and then Point with an inverted Piledriver! He goes wild and screams as he signals for The Legendary! He hooks Damon’s head under his arm and lifts, Damon reverses the move and pulls Legend down into an armbar! He releases the hold quickly and slams Legend down with a Gutwrench Powerbomb… Then hits the same on Point laying them next to one another!

MR: "He’s going up top!"

HI: "Wolverines gunna fly Cole…"

MR: "…"

HI: "Sorry… wrong show…"

As Damon flies from the top with a Damon Drop, Legend pulls the ref’s trouser leg, causing him to stumble into Damon’s path! Damon and the referee’s heads collide sending the ref to the outside of the ring!

HI: "Damon is slowly getting up… As is Legend!"

MR: "They both stumble back into opposing corners…"

As quick as a flash, KP is up and sprinting from corner to corner nailing clothesline after clothesline! The Crowd go wild! He lifts Legend up to the top, then moves to the opposite corner and lifts up Damon… He then sprints to the far side and Gore’s Legend to the outside!

HI: "HOLY FUCK! THAT WAS AWESOME!"

MR: "You’re tellin’ me!"

Point slides back into the ring, runs, steps up the ropes and lands a head scissors on Damon nailing a Hurricanrana to the outside!

HI: "SON OF A BITCH!?"

MR: "That was cool!"

HI: "About as cool as Adz isn’t…"

Point rolls Damon back into the ring and makes the cover!

HI: "1… 2… 3!!!"

MR: "BUT THERE’S NO REFEREE!?"

HI: "Remember what I said about the hernia?"

MR: "Good point…"

Legend gets back into the ring and nails KP from behind… He then nails another German Suplex to Point! He walks to the referee and shakes him to wake him up…

1… 2… NO! Point gets his shoulder up! Legend moves over to the fallen Damon…

1… 2… NO! Point makes the save, but Damon looks out of the match!

HI: "This is incredible stuff!"

MR: "The IC Champ is down and out!"

Point and Legend make it to their feet and exchange blows, Point gets the better of the battle and nails a few rights before coming from the far side…

MR: "Legend ducks a clothesline… KICK TO THE GUT OF KNIFE POINT!"

HI: "THE LEGENDARY! That shook the ring!"

1… 2… NO! Knife Point got his shoulder up… Staggering to his feet, Legend falls to the corner in disbelief… Not noticing Damon getting to his feet… He sprints into the corner and slams Legend with a Turnbuckle clothesline, before returning to his position on the ground…

MR: "What’s he doing!?"

HI: "Playing possum!"

Point gets to his feet and sees Legend in the corner… Not knowing what went on, he sets Legend on the top rope again and nails, for the second time, the Implement of Pain from the top rope to the outside! He slides into the ring to celebrate as Damon jumps to his feet… Stalking KP, he turns and is greeted with a boot to the gut, then The Last Stand from Damon!

1… 2… 3!

HI: "ITS OVER! QUICKER THAN AN ADZ FONDLE WITH AN ADOLESCENT!!"

MR: "DAMON WINS THIS HARD FOUGHT MATCH!"

HI: "With one sneaky move…"

MR: "DAMMIT… I think I have a hernia…"

WINNER = KEVIN DAMON!!!

We cut backstage at MSG, to Jay V’s office. Jay V has one hand on his desk and one hand under the table; he is also reading a magazine with a lot of pictures in it. Suddenly Adz walks in and extends his hand…

Adz: Jay man, gimee one of our good ol’ handshakes…

Jay: What the hell are you doing here? And no, I don’t want to shake your hand, and, erm, you really don’t want to shake mine.

Jay pulls his hand out from under the table and dries it on a towel.

Jay: Seriously Adz, I don’t know why you are here, what is this bullshit about you making yourself a contract.

Adz: I did, here it is, it’s official and everything, my mum checked it over.

Jay: Adz, your Mum can’t read.

Adz: Yeah, but she says it looks nice.

Jay V grabs the contract and reads it.

Jay: Shit, this IS official.

Adz: Told ya.

Jay: So you’re a WsW wrestler again?

Adz: Yup, good to see ya buddy.

Jay: Erm, yeah. Adz, how long do you plan on sticking around.

Adz: Until I get hungry.

Jay: No, I mean in WsW.

Adz: Damn, gotta go, I’m hungry!

Adz walks out of Jay V’s office and down the corridor, where he bumps into a familiar face. There is a moment’s silence, and tension.

Zak Hackett: Why oh why are you here?

Adz: To continue our sweet loving.

Zak: Huh, you crazy bastard…

Zak goes to hit Adz, Adz ducks…

Adz: Hey, I was kidding, I’m here to continue our legendary feud.

Zak: I’m not interested pal; get the hell away from me.

Adz: Wow, you’ve changed.

Zak: Yeah, and you haven’t, unfortunately.

Adz: I have changed, I got my haircut, see, how it flicks up at the front now.

Zak: Yeah, very pretty, if you don’t get out of my face I’ll mess that head of yours up so bad that you won’t even have hair.

Adz: Hmm, sorry Zak, but I don’t think you could do that.

Zak: Oh yeah, well what about right here, right now.

Adz: Pfft, I’m hungry, go find some one else to job to.

Zak shakes his head in disbelief as Adz runs away to the nearest Burger King.

A scene of carnage greets the viewers as the camera shows chairs knocked over, tables overturned, and various WSW staff members lying sprawled out on the floor.  The camera continues slowly…shaking…down the hallway and to a door practically ripped off it’s hinges…

MR: That’s Barnes’ locker room.

On the outside of the door is dried glue and bits and pieces of wood…obviously someone has ripped off the name plate.  Inside the room, it looks like a tornado has just hit.  Shirts are everywhere…the television monitor is crushed…there are gaping holes in the wall.

HI: This is Madison Square Garden…those walls are not cheap!

MR: I’m getting word that one of the WSW staff is trying to interview Bullet on his way out…let’s see what he thinks about Barnes’ reaction to losing his match against Bullet.

Scene flashes over to the back room of the arena.  Bullet has a duffle bag under his arm and is quickly walking out of the arena.  The interviewer, a young raven haired beauty named Gina Gabriele, hurries to keep up with him.

GG: Bullet…can we get your response on Barnes’ post match reaction?

Flashing a cocky lopsided grin, Bullet replies…

Bullet: Gorgeous, he just couldn’t take the Bullet…you’re more then welcome to try though…I’m on my way out as we speak.

In front of Gina and Bullet is the crew door to enter and exit the arena.  Alongside it is various steel containers marked WSW and MSG.

GG: I…can’t…I have to interview and get back to work…

Bullet: You’re loss, beautiful.

Bullet goes to step out the door, but a 2004 white Mustang with tinted windows pulls sideways in front of the door, blocking his exit.

Bullet: What the Hell??

Bullet leans forward to look through the window, only to be slammed into it from behind as Barnes, or what looks to be Barnes, attacks him from behind.

MR: Is that a red and black mask Barnes is wearing?

HI: This does NOT look good!!

MR: Gina you better get out of there!

Bullet turns around, completely dazed by the attack, only to have a steel chair slammed down, crushing his head between the chair and the car.  Barnes slams the chair down repeatedly…1…2…3…4…5…6…7 times.  Bullet crumples onto the floor.  Barnes tosses the steel chair to the side, and picks Bullet up.  Blood spills from Bullets mouth.  He climbs on top of the hood of the white car, dragging Bullet up with him…then he hoists him up into a torture rack position…

MR: NO BARNES, DON’T DO IT!!

HI: Bullet is going to bite the bullet if he doesn’t get out of this.

Barnes spins around and slams Bullet head first into the containers.

MR: BARNES STORM!!  GOOD GOD HE MAY HAVE ENDED BULLET’S CAREER RIGHT THERE!

HI: I don’t believe it…

Barnes sits up, laughing, and looks over at the white car.  The window rolls down to reveal a man dressed in black with mirror shades.

MR & HI: MIKE MELLING!

Melling lets loose an evil sounding laughter, as Barnes climbs into the back seat of the car. 

GG: But why did you do this?

MM: You honestly don’t know?

GG: No…

QB?: *laughing* And you never will!

Both men let out a laugh.  Then the sound of squealing tires can be heard as the car flies down the street.  Meanwhile, the camera zooms in on Bullet who lies amidst the steel containers, his body bent almost in half.

MR: WE NEED PARAMEDICS GOD DAMMIT!!

The scene fades to black as a somber Hardcore Icon whispers one last time…

HI: This does NOT look good…

MR: Folks, it's been a wild night tonight... we've seen the return of Greg Stillson, alongside the debut of Sid Griffith. That was shortly after the magical act that we saw during the casket match...

HI: Magical? It was shit scary... but screw that... we had some fruit loop return, and challenge Damon to a shot at the IC Title at Vulgarity, which I'm hearing, Damon has accepted.

MR: You heard it here first, Adz Vs Kevin Damon... IC Title... next week at Vulgarity!! But what about Quentin Barnes?

HI: That nut scares me... he chokes three times in a row... then hopes no one knows who he is...

MR: I think there's more to that Icon, but soon we have the Stipulation Title match, but not after this...

The fans are getting really excited about the next match, when all of a sudden the arena drops into total darkness. Our attention is drawn to the Sim-Tron where the Red Hot Chilli Peppers’ music is playing. The picture slowly but surely fades into a video…

How long how long will I slide

Separate my side I don’t

I don’t believe it’s bad

Slit my throat

It’s all I ever

Shows Riggs writing a letter...With his tears bouncing off the torn muddy paper and the blue ink on the page turning into a smudge. We see him drop the pen and rest his head on the table....

I heard your voice through a photograph

I thought it up it brought up the past

Once you know you can never go back

I’ve got to take it on the other side

We see Riggs looking at a photograph of his family and then picking up the phone. Then he stops and puts the phone down and rips the photo in half and the camera focus on the picture ripped in half

Centuries are what it meant to me

A cemetery where I marry the sea

Stranger things could never change my mind

I’ve got to take it on the other side

Take it on the other side

Take it on

Take it on

Shows Riggs living in the underground and the, screen flickers and we see him holding the WsW Stipulation title belt high so everyone can see it. The screen flickers again and we see Betty crying at his tombstone.

Pour my life into a paper cup

The ashtray’s full and I’m spillin’ my guts

She wants to know am I still a slut

I’ve got to take it on the otherside

We see Betty screaming at Riggs and Riggs screaming back. We then see Riggs in a damp room with a bottle of beer in his hand before he throws it at the wall and the beer trickles down it.

Scarlet starlet and she’s in my bed

A candidate for my soul mate bled

Push the trigger and pull the thread

I’ve got to take it on the otherside

Take it on the otherside

Take it on

Take it on

Shows a few seconds of the car wreck and we see footage of Riggs walking on his own down a long lonely road with a bag on his back.

Turn me on take me for a hard ride

Burn me out leave me on the other side

I yell and tell it that

It’s not my friend

I tear it down I tear it down

And then it’s born again

We see Riggs head in hands and we see him throw his picture of him and his mother onto the fire and watching it burn....The screen flickers and we see him beating down Stryfe

How long I don’t believe it’s bad

Slit my throat

It’s all I ever

We see Riggs sitting down with a rose in his hand and the video fades and the Chilli’s song end and the fans at the arena going crazy....

The screen fades into Riggs locker room...He is sat there with a noose in his hand and a nasty gash down his face. He looks directly into the camera and grins then turns dead serious and begins to speak....

Riggs: Tonight is the night that I have to defend my Stipulation title against the hillbilly Justin Bred. This man is a big name here in WsW and I have the utter most respect for him. Sadly that is where it stops…I am on a quest…A quest for the underground, my mission to rise to the top. When I am there I will stand proud and that will be the moment the world stands still and realises that the people they thought had no voice, have a voice! I have been sat here now for three hours thinking about my match, thinking what I need to do and what’s expected of me. Richard is dead and Riggs is alive…I am here and I am not going anywhere…I am not walking off…I am not turning my back. Justin I shall show the world what I can do. You will be used as an example of what I can do…Justin your life is about to get turned upside down and inside out…

Before Riggs can finish what he is saying the door swings open and Betty walks in. She drops her bag and runs over and hugs Riggs…Riggs is not quite sure what to do.

Betty: Riggs I just saw what you said on the screen out there and I am glad your back and its about time me and you showed this fed what happens when you have Riggs and Betty in your pay role.

Riggs begins to nod and grabs his title belt and puts it over his shoulder and carry’s on nodding while looking at the belt. He stands up and walks towards the door…

Betty: WAIT!

Riggs turns around and looks at Betty…She grins and takes off her knickers and throws them at Riggs she takes her bra off to and throws it at Riggs, he catches it and looks at it and begins to nod.

Betty: You will need those…

Without saying anything Riggs leaves the room and vanishes from shot as the scene fades back to ringside.

HI: Mike, I'm a little scared about this match...

MR: Why? Women's lingerie never bothered you before...

HI: Not that... it's no Holds bard.. with a Hillbilly... and a guy who pierces tongues with glass...

MR: Point taken and duly noted

"Come Out And Play" by The Offspring starts to play. Just as the lyrics "You gotta Keep 'em separated" is heard, a single flash of lightning hits the stage as Pyros explode and the WsW Stipulation Champion, Riggs, makes his way down the ramp with Betty's Bra and Panties in his hand. He hands them to the blushing ref as he gets in the ring, and the referee attaches them to the top of the pole which is situated at one corner of the ring.

HI: Add the fact that this is no holds barred... Jeez... put the kids to bed

MR: In theory, they should already be in bed

HI: No one likes a Smart ass...

MR: No one likes you?

HI: Don't push it fat boy!

"In Constant Sorrow" by The Soggy Bottom Boys plays as Justin Bred makes his way out to a huge cheer. Bred makes his way down to the ring and rolls in. He immediately starts wailing punches on the half a foot smaller Riggs who fights back. The bell sounds, and we're officially underway. Bred ends up getting the better of Riggs as he punches him down into the corner of the ring. Bred turns away and raises his arm before cheering at the crowd, who respond by raising their arm and cheering also. Bred turns around as Riggs charges at Bred, leaps onto Bred's thigh and nails him in the head with his knee.

MR: Beautiful Shining Wizard from Riggs!

HI: Let me tell you, that move puts anyone down... but not Bred, look at the big oaf!!

Bred is rocking on his feet so Riggs bounces into the ropes and hits a jump swinging DDT, taking Bred down, and momentarily, keeping him down. Riggs goes outside and throws the time keeper off his chair. He then takes the chair and goes into the ring, waiting for Justin to stand up. Justin gets to his knees and Riggs dents the chair with one vile chair shot across Justin's head, but Justin stays on his knees. Riggs hits him again, and again, Justin only rocks. Riggs then bounces into the ropes, and on his return, dropkicks the chair into Justin's face, this time sending him down!!

MR: Riggs is going to have to pull out everything to keep Bred down

HI: Speed... Riggs needs to utilise his speed, to get those panties down...

MR: I hear you're lightning fast once the pan...

HI: I SAID DON'T PUSH IT!

Riggs starts to climb the turnbuckles and grab the panties... but is distracted as a rooster is running around ring side. Rachel Bred then hops over the barrier and chases the rooster back into it's cage. Riggs hops to the outside, stalking Rachel Bred, who's put a jug of Moonshine into the ring. Justin takes a couple of swigs of this, before putting the jug under the turnbuckle. He then goes outside and looks for a clothesline on Riggs. Riggs ducks the clothesline and hits a neckbreaker on the 'safety' matting. Riggs then picks Justin Bred up and Irish whips him into the Steel barrier. As Bred slumps to the ground against the barrier, Riggs goes onto the apron and jumps off with a shooting star press, only to smash his jaw on the barrier. Bred rolls into the ring as Riggs lays on his back laughing

 HI: OK, any human being would be out cold crying for mommy right now...

MR: Riggs ain't no normal human being, Icon...

HI: You two are related?

Justin grabs the jug of 'shine and rolls back out the ring, he takes several gulps, finishing the shine off as Riggs gets to his feet. Riggs soon slumps back down to the floor though as Justin bred smashes the jug over Riggs' head!!! The crowd gasp as Justin taunts Riggs by lifting the handle of the jug up at the crowd and "hollering". The crowd raise their arms and holler back as Riggs is in a state of maniacal laughter. Justin throws Riggs back into the ring, and follows suit. Once Bred gets back in the ring though, Riggs grabs him in a front face lock and hits a DDT onto the steel chair!

MR: This match has been back and forth, Icon

HI: matches between two top competitors usually are...

Bred does a forward roll as his head bounces off the chair. Riggs grabs Justin Bred and places his head on the middle rope. Riggs signals to the crowd before delivering the Anarchy 99!!! (619) Justin Bred stumbles around as Riggs grabs him and looks for the Hopskotch (Michinoku driver), but Bred's weight proves too much for Riggs as Bred lands on Riggs with a modified Pancakes!!!

MR: HE SQUASHED RIGGS!!!

HI: I can't believe I'm about to say this... but all Riggs has to do now, to become the holder of the second most prestigious title in WsW history... is to grab a pair of knickers and a brassiere...

MR:  I can't believe you said that either

Justin starts to groggily move as the crowd stomp their feet in rhythm, trying to get the competitors moving. Justin climbs the turnbuckles, holding onto the pole. Justin's fingertips touch the panties as Riggs suddenly shoots up and pushes Bred head first into the pole. Riggs then climbs to the top rope, and instead of getting the bra and panties, opts to look for a piledriver from the top rope!!

MR: You've got to be kidding me...

He lifts Justin Bred upside down, but Bred's weight proves too much again, as he goes down, Riggs' arms still around Bred's waist. Bred then falls backwards, squashing Riggs from off the top rope, and in between the canvas and his 300+ pounds!!!

HI: HOLY SHIT!!! HOW IS THE RING STILL THERE?!?!

Justin slowly goes up... slowly reaches... and grabs the Bra and panties before falling down to the canvas!!

WINNER AND NEW STIPULATION CHAMPION = JUSTIN BRED!!!

Without warning the lights dim a bit and on the Sim-Tron in big red letters appears a word. That word is also spoken by a deep voice, 

it's power reverberating throughout the Garden...

ICON

The crowd immediately roars to life as "It's My Life" by Bon Jovi hits the sound system.

MR: Oh.... my ... god!!! Now I KNOW who was in that limo!!

HI: Who? What? What are you talking about?

Seconds later two figures emerge from the back.

MR: CHAD COLUMBO AND DARRELL MUSIC!! ICONS UNLIMITED ARE HERE!! ICONS UNLIMITED ARE HERE!!!

HI: Oh no.... not Chad Columbo!!! Darrell I can tolerate... but not The Cracker!!!!

Standing side by side, the pair look over the crowd. Chad grins and lowers his shades to the end of his nose, drawing yet another huge pop from the fans. 

Darrell's face is impassive as he and The Cracker stroll down the aisle and climb into the ring with pyros and fireworks going off high above. 

Chad is handed the microphone and he waits for the noise to die down before he speaks....

Chad: OH MY, OH MY, OH MY!!!!!

Immediately, the crowd responds with another roar of approval. Another pause while the fans get it out of their system.

Chad: Madison Square Garden!!!! New York, New York!!! WSW!!! The Icons have signed ... the Icons have sealed ... 

and the Icons are here to deliver!!!! BOOM!

The crowd echoes the sentiment with a resounding "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

Chad: It's funny ... ironic if you like ... that just one year ago in this very building ... in a promotion now long gone ... 

that me and my comrade here waged war on each other like no two others ever have! And now ... we return to scene of our battle, reunited and

ready to bring WSW to new heights and new horizons!! 

The best damn promotion in the world has just gotten ten times better!!! Darrell old chum, expound on that thought if you would!

Chad hands the mic to Darrell...

Darrell:  First, tell me what the hell "expound" means!

Chad smiles, the crowd starts to cheer, and Darrell continues...

Darrell:  The last time I wrestled here..I was sick, hung over, recovering from chemotherapy...

Chad:  Whoa...whoa...Darrell, expound does not mean to lie like hell

The crowd once again cheers for the two Icons.

Darrell:  Okay, the last time I wrestled here, the referee was on the take, so I...

Darrell holds his hand up before Chad can retort.  The crowd cheers again as the Icon feigns indignation.

Darrell:  The last time I was here, things didn't quite go according to plan...so let me "expound" on what is going to happen next...

The Punisher pauses, looks around.  Cracker looks at the audience, then back at Darrell with a look that says, "Well, Big Man?"

Darrell:  My plan this time around is to drink some beer, beat some ass, bag some gold.  My name is Darrell Music, I am the Punisher, and I

 will destroy people like you have never seen people being destroyed

before!  Much more than an Alpha Omega, greater than any legend you have ever seen...There is one thing I can promise the superstars of WSW...

Looks over at Chad Columbo with something resembling a grin.

Darrell:  Ask anyone who has ever Faced the Music...

Chad arches his eyebrow as if his curiosity is piqued.

Darrell:  When it happens...you'll never be quite the same again.  WSW, you officially are on notice. 

 The Reckoning is upon you.  The Icons are here.  Your moment is over.  It’s our turn, now.

Darrell tosses the mic back to Chad who grins before speaking.

Chad: The Icons are ready to roll over WSW like a tidal wave!! It doesn't matter where ... it doesn't matter when ... it doesn't matter who! 

Wherever the spotlight shines on WSW ... the Icons will be right there basking in it!! Next week at Vulgarity in the heart of Manhattan! Times Square! 

Anyone who wants to step into the ring with us ... one on one, or two on two .... you better be prepared to get the ass kicking of a lifetime! BOOM!!!

The fans pop once more, the noise reaching sonic levels!

MR: The Icon is really getting this crowd behind him!! Listen to them!!

HI: Who the hell does he think he is, calling himself an Icon! There's only one Icon in WSW!!!

MR: Easy there partner, you’re retired, remember?

Chad: One piece of advice though, if any of you WSW Superstars have the common sense to listen to it. 

If you sign on that dotted line to face either Darrell or myself ... remember this and remember it well! Never ....

The crowd roars and says it along with him...

Chad: NEVER ..... underestimate the power of an Icon!! BOOM!!!!

HI: This guy doesn't know the first thing about being a damn Icon!!! His pal Darrell, he may have a clue ... but not that rich boy!!

Chad and Darrell return to the locker room as the crowd continues to cheer and the show goes to commercial.

Main Event
World Title Semi Final
Elimination
Last two competitors go to Vulgarity for the Title. The winner of the semi-final chooses the Stip for Vulgarity.
Krazy Kristopher Vs Xander Vs Stryfe Vs Revolution

MR: ‘Well Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s finally here. The match we’ve been waiting for! Tonight we’ll find out who will get the chance to fight for the World Heavyweight Championship at Vulgarity on Sunday! Will it be Stryfe? A former World Champion. Or shall it be one of the WsW’s infamous newbies? Revolution, a top dog from Japan. Xander, a protégé of Scotty Flash and Krazy Kristopher simply put…Krazy.

HI: ‘Well like you Mike, I’ve been waiting for this match tonight. Don’t get me wrong – all four men have proved that they are the elite in this company. But only two of them can take the final step, and that means more then being able to get to the semi finals of this tournament. To have the bottle to make it all the way means the more then anything else! Good to luck to all four men!

‘Inhale by Stone Sour’ is the first of the four entrances to play. Xander walks out onto the stage, he stands at the top of the stage looking down to the ring, slowly and reluctantly he makes his way down the stage and slides into the ring Xander props himself up against a turnbuckle and looks out to the booing crowd and then down to the canvas floor.

MR: ‘Xander looks reluctant here folks – he knows he can’t cheat his way through this one. Xander has wrestling ability…but I have to question Icon, can he actually make the cut tonight?

HI: ‘You know, as much as I like this kid – I doubt, you doubt and I think even HE doubts his chances in this match. He’s going to need to find confidence fast…

‘Feel So Numb’ by Rob Zombie begins to play on the WSW System, and Revolution makes his way out onto the stage, he shares the same reception as Xander from the crowd. Revolution begins to make his way down to the ring he looks calm, cool and collective as he does do. Revolution slides into the ring and stares out Xander – Xander also stares down Revolution. The referee comes between them.

MR: ‘Folks you have to believe that Revolution here is a true favourite to win this match! He is without doubt one of the most talented and quick rising stars the WSW has to offer, and if he doesn’t win tonight…then I see him going all the way to the top eventually.

HI: ‘Hey that kid has the tools, and he has shown he can use them…but can he use them tonight? I hope so!

‘Gates Of Babylon’ by Rainbow blasts and Stryfe steps out from behind the black curtain, the crowd begins to cheer him as he makes his way down the ramp. Stryfe shows respect to the fans and slides into the ring. He looks at the nervous Xander and laughs at him, and then stands back away from him.

MR: ‘Stryfe, a former World Champion – this match is in his league. Back in the heyday of the WSW he was one of the greatest men in the business. A short decline saw his performance slow – but he’s focused and back on track, and tonight will be living prove, I believe! Stryfe personally in my mind is the only man in this match that’s walking into something he KNOWS and that’s the demands of the WSW World Heavyweight Champion.

HI: ‘That’s right. With a boss like Jay V – being the world champion means you’re a sort of ambassador to the company. Let him down, and he’ll drop you down. Trust me…it happened to me, I WAS the world champion myself!

‘I’m Going Slightly Mad’ by Queen blasts as the crowd give a giant reception to ‘the Krazy one’ Kristopher runs down the aisle and slides into the ring, he stands in the centre of the ring, as the crowd continues to give him a roar. His music dies out, and the crowd soon follow key. The referee stands between all four men, and then rings for the bell.

MR: ‘THIS IS IT FOLKS…we’re off to find out who shall be in the final for the world title!

HI: ‘A unique system that will allow only the best two out of the four go through!

Stryfe charges at Kristopher and the two men lock up with one another. Stryfe overpowers and knee’s Kris in the gut, and follows with a sidewalk slam. Stryfe quickly covers for a one count; both men get to their feet and lock up again. Stryfe goes for a suplex, but Kris blocks with his leg locked around Stryfe’s Kris then drops back from the lock up, and charges at Stryfe knocking him down with a clothesline.

MR: ‘Stryfe and Kristopher are going at it folks like a pair of rabid dogs.

Revolution and Xander are also going at it. Xander has Revolution in the corner hitting him with punch after punch after punch. Revolution daggles groggily in the corner Xander steps back and then goes for a superkick to Revolution. Revolution dodges it and grabs Xander’s leg and then sweeps Xander’s other leg forcing him to the floor. Revolution then drops onto Xander and pins him down, smacking him with punches. Xander’s shoulder is just up off the canvas – stopping the pin from being counted.

MR: ‘All four of these men are trying to get off to a good start here!

HI: ‘That’s important in this match…because that’s what’s needed! A quick pin, to boost confidence, or a psychological overhead on the others its important.

Revolution and Xander are still going at it, and the pair has been rolling over the canvas exchanging punches and then so forth. Xander rolls Revolution over and begins to drive elbows into his face. Revolution tries to spin Xander over – and he falls out of the ring, Revolution then slides out and begins to stomp on Xander. He picks him up and then hoists him up onto his shoulders, hitting a Death Valley Driver to the security mat. Revolution slides into the ring and then back out. He goes to pick Xander up, Xander low blows Revolution – but the referee is watching Stryfe and Kris. Revolution doubles over, and Xander hits a weak X-Division. Both men fall to the floor and remain on the floor.

In the ring though, Stryfe and Kris are going at it still. Stryfe whips Kris into the ropes and then thrusts a knee into his gut; Kris doubles over the knee and then falls to the canvas. Stryfe grabs Kris’s right leg and locks in an ankle lock. Kris twists over onto his back and then kicks Stryfe with his free leg in the face. Stryfe breaks the hold and staggers back slightly – Kris hops back to his feet and grabs Stryfe around the neck hitting him with a pendulum neckbreaker. Kris covers 1…2…KICK OUT.

MR: ‘These four men are all down on the floor at the moment. All are going at it here folks!

HI: ‘All are actually still equal in this match so far…no one is really showing anything ‘extra’

Back outside of the ring Xander is the first man back to his feet, he staggers about for a moment and then grabs Revolution by the head. Xander picks Revolution up and goes to whip him into the security banister, Revolution makes a reverse and whips Xander into the security banister and then follows through with a dropkick to the chin of Xander. Xander drops completely down to the security banister and Revolution again begins to stomp on Xander. Revolution then picks Xander up and whips him to the ring. Xander’s back moulds around the ring as he screams out in pain before his back straightens back up. Revolution then smashes Xander with a giant clothesline – almost ripping his head off – Xander begins to slump to the floor but Revolution grabs Xander by the hair and pushes him back into the ring.

Kris is the first one to his feet meanwhile, and picks Stryfe up. Kris whips Stryfe into the turnbuckle, and then drops to the floor by the speed used. Stryfe smashes into the turnbuckle and staggers back out, Kris runs at Stryfe and hits a bulldog – Stryfe’s head connects with the turnbuckle and then he bounces back and down onto the canvas. Kristopher covers 1…2…Revolution breaks the hold. Kristopher stares at Revolution, the two men begin exchanging punches – brawling across the ring as they do so. Revolution goes for a short arm clothesline, Kristopher dodges and drop toe holds Revolution to the canvas and then follows through with an ankle lock, Revolution grabs the ropes and Kristopher continues the lock, pulling Revolution back from the ropes and into the middle of the ring – Revolution though manages to get onto his back and kicks Kris off of him.

MR: ‘Revolution and Kristopher now going at it…Stryfe and Xander left in peaces down on the canvas!

HI: ‘Hey…I just realised something Mike – Stryfe and Xander are left to face one another!!!

Stryfe is the first one to his feet; he staggers around for a moment and then sees Revolution and Kristopher going at it. He turns his head slightly and sees Xander left in a broken peaces on the canvas. A smile over comes his face and he walks over to Xander – he picks him up and props him in the turnbuckle, he turns around and begins to walk away – he then turns back around and charges at Xander, Xander just manages to dodge the attack and gets out of the way, Stryfe connects with the turnbuckle, and before he can get back out Xander hits a dropkick to the rib section of Stryfe. Stryfe falls out of the turnbuckle and down to the canvas. Xander picks him up and uppercuts him. Stryfe staggers back slightly. Xander gains his breath and goes for another – Stryfe manages to counter it with a knee to the stomach before Xander connects with his face. Xander staggers about for a moment and Stryfe takes advantage with a clothesline with impact forcing Xander back down to the canvas!

MR: ‘I THINK STRYFE JUST TOOK XANDER’S HEAD OFF THERE!

HI: ‘Man, I feel sorry for Xander. He’s just took a beating after a beating after a beating…it’s as though he DOESN’T want to win the world title…

Xander remains on the canvas and doesn’t move. Stryfe takes a breather for a moment, and then locks in an Indian Inverted Deathlock on Xander! Revolution and Kristopher though on the other hand are continuing to slug it out and neither man is giving way. Revolution goes for a lower body take down on Kristopher, but Kristopher grabs Revolution locking in a down headed front face lock before anything could be done. Revolution begins to choke out and Kristopher jumps up and straightens his body out – hitting a variated sort of a front face smash. Revolution lands on the floor with impact and remains down – lying on his stomach. Kristopher gets to his feet, he grabs Revolution in another front face headlock, he yanks pulling Revolution to his feet forcefully. Kristopher goes for a suplex, smashing Revolution down to the canvas. Revolution spits out blood from his mouth. Kristopher pins him 1…2…KICK OUT.

MR: ‘That variation of a front face lock smash has caused Revolution to bring up blood!

HI: ‘I’m not surprised! Kris had his arms locked around the neck region and then plummeted to the canvas, forcing Revolutions neck down onto the arm – his neck was sandwiched between the arm and the body weight…awesome variation that could cause some serious damage!

Xander’s hand looks as though its going to tap, but just as he’s about to he leverages upwards forcing Stryfe’s back to arch further – thus creating a higher body weight average. Xander begins to twist, trying to get onto his stomach – eventually he does so and Stryfe falls to the floor, Xander locks in a half Boston crab submission, but then breaks the hold. He looks up to the stage, and then backs down to Stryfe. He looks back up and then down again. Xander shakes his head, and as he goes to leave the ring Stryfe quickly gets to his knees and low blows Xander. Xander doubles over and Stryfe rolls him up into a schoolboy pin, the referee catches it out of the corner of his eye and runs over from assisting Revolution 1………2………3!!!

MR: ‘XANDER IS OUT ALREADY!!!

Stryfe gets to his feet and begins to celebrate as the crowd roar. Xander quickly gets to his feet and looks fine…he shrugs his shoulders, spins Stryfe around and WHAM X-DIVISION! Stryfe falls onto the bottom rope. Xander slides out of the ring, and begins to strut up the ring with a smile on his face.

MR: ‘WHAT THE HELL IS HE UP TO?

HI: ‘I dunno… it’s the strangest thing ever, he’s lost in the world title tournament yet he’s smiling as he walks up the ramp. It’s as though he wanted to go out, like he has something up his sleeve…I dunno.

Back in the ring though Revolution and Kristopher are still going at it with one another, Revolution’s neck is red as he fights though. Kristopher knee’s Revolution in the gut and Revolution begins to cough again. Quickly Kristopher runs into the ropes and then leg drops Revolution to the canvas forcing the neck down to the canvas. Kristopher turns Revolution over and pins him 1…………………………2…………………thr ~ NO KICK OUT!

MR: ‘Revolution just managed to kick out!

HI: ‘Unlike Xander he WANTS the world title…and he’s putting his body all the way to its limits to try and win this damn thing!

MR: ‘That’s right. Folks Vulgarity is next week and every title will be on the line, for more information you can go to www.oocities.org/wsw2k5 for the card and more.

HI: ‘Woo…MIKE JUST SOLD OUT the WSW website!!!!

Kristopher picks Revolution up and whips him into the ropes, Revolution returns with a spear to Kristopher. Kristopher falls to the canvas and holds his ribs in pain. Revolution pins him 1….2…STRYFE BREAKS THE FALL! Revolution gets to his feet and stares at Stryfe. Revolution shouts some smack to Stryfe and then points at Kristopher. Stryfe smiles and Revolution reaches down for Kristopher Stryfe quickly knee’s Revolution in the gut and then smashes him with a fisherman suplex into a bridge pin 1…2…KICK OUT by Revolution!

MR: ‘I can’t believe Revolution managed to kick out of that! ALL THREE of these men are pulling out all the stops, pulling out all their energy – they’re all trying to go through, but unfortunately only two men can go through…

Stryfe picks Revolution up and whips him into the ropes, before lifting him up onto his broad shoulders. Stryfe smashes Revolution with a shoulder breaker and begins to stomp on him. Kristopher pins Revolution before Stryfe can, and the referee begins to count 1……….Stryfe goes to break the hold………2……..Stryfe smiles and steps back………3!!!!!!

MR: ‘REVOLUTION IS OUT! I DON’T BELIEVE IT! REVOLUTION IS GONE! KRISTOPHER VS STRYFE FOR THE WORLD TITLE AT VULGARITY!!!!

HI: ‘I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! I THOUGHT REVOLUTION WOULD GO ALL THE WAY!

MR: ‘AND WE STILL HAVE ANOTHER FALL TO BE MADE… WHO WILL GET TO NAME THE STIPULATION FOR THE WORLD TITLE MATCH NEXT WEEK ON ~

~~ Static cuts of Mike and Hardcore Icon, the scene cuts backstage ~~

Standing in front of Xander is Scotty Flash and a man dressed in a hooded sweatshirt – with the hood covering his face.

Scotty: ‘YOU BACKSTABBED US! HOW COULD YOU GO AND DO THAT XANDER? YOU’VE FUCKED EVERYTHING UP!

Figure: ‘I THOUGHT WE HAD AN AGREEMENT, YOU GET THE WORLD TITLE…I GET THE POSITION IN THE COMPANY I DESERVE!?!?

Xander: ‘SHUT THE HELL UP! Both of you! I’m the guy that goes out there and fights weekly bustin’ my ass. Scotty your arse is in your head, you’ve been backstabbed that many times you think the banana you eat for dinner backstabs you! And as for you? Mr. Dark and mysterious figure…or should I say…KIERON! Keep your mouth shut. You both backstabbed me! Nothin’ else to it. I saw the contract you got me to sign……To get the job you wanted Kieron you had to induct it onto a helpless so and so….namely ME! I’ve held that position for two weeks and didn’t know! But I found out your little plot! If I had won the World title…then I’d have to abdicate the position due to the law of the WsW and hand it to someone else…YOU WANTED ME TO RAISE YOUR HAND AFTER THE MATCH WHEN WE ANNOUNCED YOU THE NEW WSW COMMISSIONER AND SO I’D HAVE BEEN THE ONLY STAFF MEMBER AROUND HERE THAT JAY V AND MYSELF NEVER KNEW ABOUT? WELL FUCK THAT! I got thinkin’…what do I want? World title….or commissionership? Give me power any day baby! Now if you don’t mind, I have a joint business to run…we’ll discuss this a little later on!

Xander walks away from the two men with a smile on his face, the camera feed cuts back to Stryfe and Kristopher in the ring.

MR: ‘XANDER IS THE COMMISSIONER OF THE WSW?!?!?!?!

HI: ‘…It makes sense…

MR: ‘I DON’T BELIEVE IT! In the same night we’ve found out the number one contenders for the world title AND we’ve found out we have a commissioner!!! All that in one match! I DON’T BELIEVE THIS FOLKS!

‘Inhale’ by Stone Sour kicks in on the system yet again and Xander walks back out onto the stage. A microphone in his right hand.

Xander: ‘I won’t be too long. I take it you all just saw what happened in the back area. Well its official I AM your Commissioner for the WSW from this day forth and as I feel it’s needed and because I wanna I’m makin’ the final fall in this match between you two finalists for the World Title…FIRST BLOOD! Carry on…

MR: ‘A SIGN OF THINGS TO COME HUH? Screwing people over by making them fight in something they don’t deserve to fight in and just to have your own little games of fun.

Stryfe looks pissed off, but Kristopher looks focused he charges at Stryfe from behind and delivers a clothesline to his back. Stryfe drops down to the canvas and Kristopher begins to stomp him over and over again. Kris kicks Stryfe in the ribs so he’s on his back and gives Stryfe a boot scrape to the face, trying to open him up. Two boot scrapes later and Kris heads outside to grab a Steel chair.

MR: Kris looking for the easy way to bust Stryfe open right here!

HI: Why not? Get it over with, get the win, choose the Stip at Vulgarity, get the advantage.

Just as Kris goes to slide the chair under the bottom rope, Stryfe had got up and baseball slides the chair into Kris’ face. Kris falls backwards, bumping the announce desk as the chair falls to the matting. The ref quickly goes outside and checks on Kris… No blood. Stryfe goes outside and slides the chair in the ring. He stomps Kris a couple of times before going to pick him up, as he does, Kris nails Stryfe with a low blow, followed by a Superkick that sends Stryfe into the ring apron. Stryfe arches back in pain before slumping to the mat. Kris starts to demolish the announce desk and clears everything off. He grabs the last monitor and readies himself as Stryfe stands groggily on his feet. Stryfe turns around and WHAM! He gets the monitor in between his eyes!

MR: THAT HAS TO DO IT!!!

HI: I dunno…. He looks un-cut!!

Kris groans as he mounts Stryfe and sends knuckle punches into the forehead of Stryfe

Kris: BLEED!

Another hard punch

Kris: BLEEEED!!

Kris starts biting the head of Stryfe

Kris: BLEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!!!

Kris eventually gets off Stryfe and rummages under the ring. He pulls out a trash can and raises it in the air, taunting the crowd who cheer loudly. As he does this, Stryfe gets to his feet, using the apron to help him stand. Kris raises the trash can high above his head, but Stryfe dropkicks it out of Kris’ hands and behind Kris. Kris looks back at the bin, and back at Stryfe who hits Kris with a beautiful belly to belly suplex onto the safety matting!

HI: without a doubt, Stryfe is one of the best Technical wrestlers in the World

MR: And we’re lucky enough to have him in WsW

Stryfe gets up, holding his back in a bit of pain before he checks his head for blood. Stryfe goes over to Krazy Kris and puts him in a front face lock. He lifts him up for a suplex, and then drops Kris stomach first over the metal guard railing. The crowd ‘ooh’ as Kris hangs there. Stryfe hops onto the apron and takes a few steps back, he then jogs across the apron and jumps off with a leg drop to the back of Kris’ head!! Stryfe holds the small of his spine as the referee checks Kris’ head for blood. None.

MR: What is it going to take to bust one of these open?

HI: A razor blade?

MR: This ain’t WWE, Icon

HI: BURRRRN

Stryfe picks Kris up by his hair and drags him along to the announce table. Kris starts fighting back with elbows and suddenly rams Stryfe head first into the steel ring post! Stryfe does a half spin as he falls down. The ref checks him…. No blood. Kris picks Stryfe up and drags him onto the announce desk as Icon and Rossenbourg move quickly. Kris sets Stryfe up for a DDT on the table, but Stryfe hits a low blow. As Kris bends over, Stryfe puts him in a piledriver position, his back facing the ring, and falls backwards, off the table, and onto the security matting!!

MR: HOLY SHIT!! They may not make Kris bleed, but he’s a prone target now!!

HI: THIS IS YOUR CHANCE STRYFE!! DO IT!!!

Stryfe rolls Kris onto the table, facing the ceiling. Stryfe then slides into the ring and grabs the chair. He slowly ascends the turnbuckles, and stands on the top rope…

MR: What’s he going for…?

Stryfe then leaps off, puts the chair under his leg, and hits Kris with an Arabian Face Buster!!! The table breaks into pieces!!! Stryfe rolls backwards holding his leg in pain, and the ref rolls Kris onto his back… and signals for the Bell!!

MR: HE’S DONE IT!! STRYFE WINS!!! STRYFE WINS!!!

HI: What a psychological advantage!! Stryfe choose the Stip at Vulgarity!!! Stryfe Vs. Krazy Kris!!! World Title!!!

MR: FOLKS DON’T MISS VULGARITY NEXT WEEK, LIVE AND EXCLUSIVE, ONLY ON PAY PER VIEW!!!

WINNER AND CHOOSING THE STIP AT VULGARITY = STRYFE!!!

The referee raises Stryfe’s hand in triumph as we fade to the WsW logo.