The lights dim on the sold out arena, and the XtremeVision comes alive witht the XwC and Traid logo's flash across the screen. Suddenly, pryo flashes, and Thoughtless by Korn begins to play, and the crowd goes wild. The cameras pan across the fans, who are going wild. The cameras finally comes down to the announce position, where Bob Griffen and Matt Reznor are seated infront of several screaming fans, ready for the nights action.

Bob: Welcome back to XwC, folks! After several months, we are ready to kick back off with more of the wrestling action you came to love from us!

Rez: Your damn Right! God, being umemployed sucked ass!

Bob: What did you spend your time doing?

Rez: I'd rather not talk about that.

Bob: Let me guess. Did involve you saying "Would you like fries with that?"

Rez: Sure, whatever.

Bob: No witty comeback?

Rez: I bide my time.

Bob: You got nothing, do you. Oh well, lets get this started! We have no champions, and President Jayson Phoniex has some news for us! Lets go back to the presidental office!

[The camera's switch back the an office, where Jayson Phoniex is sitting in a large black leather chair behind an oak desk. Phoniex smiles, and waits for the fans to die down.]

Phoniex: On behalf of Traid Wrestling, and all our superstars, I would like to welcome you back to XWC!!!

[The fans go wild at the sound of this, and it forces Phoniex to pause his announcement for a few moments, while he waits for the crowds cheers to taper off yet again.]

Phoniex: Thats what I like to hear. First off, I am proud to announce the first ever Triad Wrestling Pay Per View, Genesis, to be held in the heart of New York City, Madison Square Garden! Second, at Genesis, XwC will crown it's new XwC Heavyweight Champion. Until then, we will enjoy all of our superstars proving why they should be in that coveted match, and we are gonna start tonight. I will be paying close attention to each performance here, and those that catch my eye will be entered into a tournament, that will come to a head at Genesis in the finals. Also, Traid Wrestlng presidents have agreed that, the main event at Genesis will hold a Triple Threat Match for the Triad Wrestling Legendary Title, the one and only Interfed Title. For now, lets just sit back, and watch as our superstars fight for that right! Enjoy the show!

Bob: Wow, did you hear that? We got ourselvs a Pay Per View!

Rez: Genesis is gonna kick ass. XwC's gonna walk out with the first Legendary Title!

Bob: Well, we got our first match next!

Gillian White: The following match is set for one fall. First, entering the ring at this time..... weighing in at 312 lbs., Apollyon the Destroyer!

[Apollyon steps through the curtians as Bloodline by Slayer begins to play, and the crowd erupts in a chorus of boos. Apollyon ingnores them as he makes his way down to the ring, and slides in without even looking at the crowd.]

Bob: Here we go, XwC's first match back!

Rez: Who is this guy?

Bob: Apollyon is a GWA great.

Rez: And what does that mean to me?

Bob: Probably nothing.

Rez: Exactly.

[Apollyon's music stops, and...]

Gillian White: His opponent, weighing in at 227 lbs., "The Awakening", Eric Reynolds!

[Reynolds music hits, and he comes out almost no fan reaction except for a few cheers. Reynolds makes his way down the ramp, and slides into the ring. Almost as soon as he stands up, he is leveled by a clotheline from Apollyon, and the ref calls for the bell.]

Bob: Apollyon didn't waste any time starting this off.

Rez: He's just anxious to get the Prez's attention!

[Apollyon pulls Reynolds to his feet and plants a knee into his gut. He backs Reymolds into the ropes, and whips him to the other side. Apollyon puts s boot up, but Reynolds ducks it, and hits the ropes again, going airborn, and landing an elbow into the face of Apollyon. Reynolds is up quickly, and hits the ropes again, this time landing a leg drop across the throat of Apollyon. Reynolds goes for a cover.......1......2.....Apollyon powers out of it and almost throws Reynolds out of the ring.]

Bob: That man has scary power right there.

Rez: Define scary power?

[Apollyon gets to his feet quickly, and Reynolds is back on him quickly as well. Reynolds lays right hands to the face of Apollyon, and sends him back into the corner. Reynolds follows after him, laying more right hands into Apollyon. Reynolds climbs to the first rops, and continues his assault, but Apollyon grabs the legs of Reynolds, and picks him up. Apollyon walks to the center of the ring, and plants Reynolds with a vicious SpineBuster. Apollyon goes for a cover.......1.......2.....Reynolds kicks out.]

Bob: Good move by Apollyon. Really a high impact move.

Rez: Really?

Bob: Yes, really.

Rez: Really?

Bob: Shut up...

[Apollyon pulls Reynolds up by his hair, but reynolds begins punching Apollyon in the gut, breaking his grip. Reynolds back into the ropes, and comes at Apollyon, but Apollyon grabs Reynolds, and lands a Tilt-A-Wirl Slam. Apollyon goes to drop a leg across the throat of Reynolds, but Reynolds rolls out of the way, and Apollyon hits the canvas. Reynolds is up quickly, and hits the ropes, and then lands a seated drop kick to the face of Apollyon. Reynolds grabs the head of Apollyon, and applies a Front Face Lock.]

Bob: Wow! Eric Reynolds is very technicaly sound.

[Reynolds puts touque on the head of Apollyon, but Apollyon manages to get to his knees. He lifts Reynolds by his waist, and gets to his feet. Reynolds still has the hold in place, as Apollyon picks him up, and runs him into the corner, raming his back into the turnbuckle, breaking the hold. Apollyon rams his shoulder into the nid-section of Reynolds a few times, then walks back to the center of the ring. Apollyon turns around, and charges at Reynolds, but Reynolds ducks out of the way, and Apollyon crashes into the turnbuckle chest first. Reynolds turns around, and Dragon Kicks Apollyon in the back of the head, slumping him over the turnbuckle.]

Bob: Apollyon is in a bad place there!

Rez: He'll get back in the game here in a second.

[Reynolds steps through the ropes, and climbs the turnbuckle. Reynolds grabs Apollyon by his head, and leaps off for a Tornado DDT, but Apollyon pushes him off, and Reyholds lands hard in the center of the ring. ]

Bob: Great ring presence by Apollyon!

Rez: I told you so!

[Apollyon waits for Reynolds to stand, and when he does, Apollyon comes up behind him, and locks in a Cobra Clutch. Reynolds fights off the move, and Apollyon pushes him to the ropes. Reynolds charges back at Apollyon, but Apollyon is waiting there for him, and drops him with a big boot to the face. Apollyon pulls Reynolds up to his feet, and locks in a Cobra Clutch again, and then drops him with The Desacration of Christ (Cobra Clutch Slam). Apollyon rolls Reynolds over and goes for a pin......1.......2......3!!]

Bob: Apollyon picks up the first win in the new XwC!

Rez: Thats my boy!

Bob: We have more great action, stay with us!

[Near the entranceway where the superstars enter the arena, a boy stricken with MS sits patiently awaiting the arrival of the wrestlers in the hope of getting as many autographs as possible. Just then none other than Criss Angel strides by, pausing, then making his way towards the kid.]

Kid: Criss Angel! Wow!

Criss Angel: Hey sport. You ready to catch the show tonite?

Kid: Yes sir I am. This is my first ever live wrestling show I have ever seen.

Criss Angel: Is that so? Well here let me make this a little more special for you tonight.

[Angel pulls his equipment bag off of his shoulder and rummages through it. Suddenly the kids eyees light up with sheer excitement as Angel hands him a framed autograph picture. The camera fades from the boy's smiling face to the action ongoing inside the arena.]

Bob: What a nice guy!

Rez: He makes me sick! You know how much those 8x10's cost XwC? And Autographed no less!

Bob: Next, we have Kristy Kaos taking on Degenerate Millz.

Rez: This should be quick, and somewhet funny!

Bob: Why is that?

Rez: Have you taken a look at the stats for these people? Kristy Kaos is 5' 7 and 127. Millz is 7' 1 and almost 245! This is gonna be a stomp!

Bob: I don't think thats fair. Kristy is a tough woman!

[Suddenly, Degenerate's music hits, and Millz steps out from behind the curtian. He receives mostly boos as he makes his way down the the ring, and steps over the top rope to get into the ring.]

Bob: He's a big boy, I'll give him that.

[As Millz poses in the ring, his music cuts off, and Kristy Kaos's music begins to play, and she comes out to a huge fan ovation. Kristy runs down to the ring, and slides under the bottom rope, and hops up to a turnbuckle, waving to the fans.]

Rez: I just hope that Millz rips her top off.

Bob: Thats just wrong!

Rez: No, it's all riiiiight!

[The ref calls for the bell as Kristy jumps down from the turnbuckle. Kristy and Millz go to lock up in the ring, but Millz uses hs brute strength and tosses Kaos back to her corner. Millz charges in after her, but she easily side steps him, allowing him to hit the turnbuckle chest first. Millz turns around with a look of frustration on his face, and Kristy just smiles at him.]

Bob: Looks like she's toying with him if you ask me.

Rez: I didn't ask you, did I?

[Kristy and Millz go for another lock up, but Kristy ducks under his arms, and kicks him in the back of the leg, sending Millz to his knees. Kristy back herself into the ropes quickly, and drop kicks Millz in the back of the head. Kristy gets to her feet quickly, and hits the ropes again, droping a leg across the neck of Millz. Kristy goes for a quick cover......1.......2.........Millz kicks out with athourity!]

Bob: Chalk up on pin fall for Kristy Kaos!

Rez: C'mon! Get naked!

[Millz gets up quickly, and Kristy runs at the ropes again. Kristy comes at Millz running, but Millz gets a boot up, and Kristy hits the mat hard. Millz parades around for the fans before helping her up by her hair, and walking her to a corner. Millz stands Kristy in the corner, and rams his shoulder into the stomach. Millz backs up, and does it again, and then one more time. He goes for another one, but Kristy gets her legs up, and Millz goes flying into the ring post. Kristy moves to the center of the ring as Millz pulls himself from the ring post. As soon as Millz turns around, Kristy levels him with a Sabbat Kick. Kristy goes for a cover......1.......2.......Millz kicks out!]

Bob: Damn, I told you she was a tough cookie!

Rez: Yeah, cookie. She looks so good, I'd like to ea....

Bob: BACK TO THE MATCH! BACK TO THE MATCH!

[Kirsty backs away from Millz, and waits for him to get to his feet. As soon as he is up, Kristy goes for a spinning heel kick, but Millz catches her in mid air, and slams her down to the mat hard. Millz looks out to the crowd and taunts Kristy. He picks her up, and pulls her to the center of the ring. Millz sets her up for a PowerBomb, and lifts her up, but once she is on his shoulders, she grabs the back of his head, and drags him down for an X-Factor. Kristy gets up slowly, and makes her way to the corner, and climbs to the top rope, waiting for Millz to get to his feet.]

Rez: What is she doing?

Bob: Looks like she has something in store for Mr. Millz.

[Millz stumbles to his feet, and turns around. Kristy leaps off, landing on his shoulders, and twisting for a Hurricanranna. Millz hits his head hard, and Kristy goes for a cover.......1.........2........3!]

Bob: Kristy pulled it out!

Rez: My god! I'll never let Millz live this down!

Rez: Yeah but right now we got Angel Dawson going up against J Money....

Bob: Yes we do and she certianly showed her skills in the late Advantage Wrestling!

Gillian White: Making her way to the ring, the beautiful Angel Dawson!!!

[Angel's music plays, and she slowly comes out from behind the curtains. She slaps hands with the audience as she makes her way to the ring.]

Gillian White: And her opponent, coming down to the ring, J Money!

[J Money's music plays over the PA, and he also makes his way to the ring. He slides in...ding ding ding.]

Bob: I think this will be an excellent match.

Rez: Only because Angelica Dawson is in it.

[J Money runs straight toward Angel, and knocks her down with a clothesline. She quickly recovers and gets back on her feet.J Money goes for another clothesline, but Angel ducks. J Money bounces off the ropes and Angel gets him down with a kick to the face. She goes down for the pin, 1...2..Kick out. Angel smacks the mat and stands back up. J Money rolls to the side and gets back up as well. Angel bitch slaps J Money, and drops him down with the DDT. She once again goes for the pin, 1...kick out right away.]

Rez: Wow, she is really is kicking his ass.

Bob: J Money will come back, don't worry.

[J Money is recovering and Angel is taunting him with some harsh words. J Money gets up and punches Angel straight in the nose. Her nose begins to bleed but this doesn't stop him. He starts to forearm her, and she moves backwards towards the turnbuckle. Angel is down and J Money slides out of the ring. He goes under and grabs a chair. He throws it in the middle of the ring. He walks to the turnbuckle and picks Angel up. He gets her in DDT position over the chair. He's about to finish the move, and she low blows him. J Money falls on the chair himself, holding his balls.]

Bob: Ouch. I don't think he will ever be able to have kids now!

Rez: That was a great move, he wouldn't have been able to find someone to have kids with anyway.

[In the ring both Angel and J Money are walking around. J Money runs to Angel and gets her in the sleeper. She is trying to get out of it but miserably fails. They get on the ground and the referee comes and lifts Angel's hand up once. It falls down. The referee does it again, and it falls again. He does it one last time, and she catches herself before hitting the mat. She begins to get up and J Money moves with her. J Money then gets hold of Angel again and gets her down with the back breaker. He goes down for the pin. 1...2...Th- Kick out by Angel Dawson!]

Rez: Woo, I almost thought it was over.

Bob: J Money is very talented.

Rez: Angel Dawson is kicking his ass.

Bob: I didn't see HER pinning HIM just now.

[Angel is still down so J Money goes down with the leg drop on her. He then once again goes for the pin, but she kicks out right away. She is starting to move when J Money begins to kick her several times in the gut. Angel grabs J Money's foot and gets him down. She then begins to kick him the same way he had to her. He isn't moving, so Angel goes to the turnbuckle and stands on the top rope. She does a backwards flip off landing on him. She goes for the pin again. 1..2..The referee stops and points to the ropes. Angel had her legs on them for the pin, which is illegal. Angel gets up and pushes the referee. He warns her, and she backs off. Angel hits J Money with the elbow drop. J Money starts to recover. Angel and J Money get in a grapple and move around a little bit. J Money frees himself and hits Angel over the ropes with a clothesline.]

Rez: Come on, Angel! Get up!

Bob: This doesn't look good for Angel!

Rez: Don't jump to conclusions, she will get up.

[The referee begins to count for Angel to get back in the ring. one...Angel rolls over a little bit. Two...Three...Four... J Money is motioning for Angel to get up. Five...Angel begins to get up, but still isn't fully up. Six...Seven...Now Angel is up and is heading back to ring side. Eight..She slides in the ring and the referee stops counting. Angel is recovered fully and drops J Money with a snapmare suplex. She goes down for the pin. 1...2...Kick out again! Angel looks at the referee but takes no action, because she doesn't want to get DQed.]

Bob: J Money needs to get his act together or he might lose to her!

Rez: I think we can make bets on who the winner will be. My vote goes to Angel.

Bob: Don't be so sure!

[J Money is still down in the ring. Angel once again goes to the top rope. This time she jumps off doing a moonsault on J Money She goes for the pin. 1...2...3...!]

Gillian White: And the winner is, Angel Dawson!

Rez: So how about that bet?

Bob: Well, J Money put on a very good fight!

Rez: Wow, what a match! And to think we have much more for you here tonight folks.

[Teemu McCorde is shown in the back with his half brother and heterosexual life mate Mr. Tequila. They sit and converse about Teq’s match.]

Teemu McCorde: Ready!? One match down, two more for U*R. me and Angel are counting on you because this look like to be a very important match. Are you ready Teqs?

Mr. Tequila: Is there beer waiting for me when I get back?

[Teemu ponders for a second.]

Teemu McCorde: Yes…

Mr. Tequila: Did the room service people make my sandwich the way a wanted it?

[Teemu thinks for a moment.]

Teemu McCorde: Yes…

Mr. Tequila: Are my street clothes laid out on the couch in our room?

[A shocked Teemu answers.]

Teemu McCorde: Teqs, you wrestle in your street clothes…

Mr. Tequila: Are my pants on?

[Teemu bends down to check.]

Teemu McCorde: Yes…

Mr. Tequila: Then what can go wrong!?

[Mr. Tequila’s Music hits and he exit’s the scene.]

Teemu McCorde: Maybe we should of celebrated with full bottle water… Teqs has had too much to drink already.

[Mr.Tequila's music hits over the announce system and he comes out from behind the curtain. He has a smile on his face and looks very pumped up for his first ever match back in the XWC. Many people get to their feet and applaud him as he makes his way to the ring.]

Gillian White: Now, making his way to the ring from Detroit Michigan, standing at 6'6 weighing in at 300 pounds, Mr. Tequiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiila!

Rez: Oh, thank god. He's wearing pants.

[He gets down to the ring and poses for the fans on the apron. He goes under the rope and to the middle of the ring and poses again making the fans go crazy. Criss Angel's music hits over the announce system and he comes out to a mixed reaction of mostly boo's. He begins running to the ring.]

Gillian White: And his opponent, coming to the ring, Criss Angel!

[Criss gets inside the ring and right away runs at Mr. Tequila with a gore. Mr.Tequila moves out of the way and Criss Angel bounces into the ropes and falls backwards. Tequila starts hitting Criss Angel with a couple of boots until the referee tells him to stop. Tequila drops down on Criss Angel with an elbow drop and begins pumping up the fans.]

Bob: Look at him go! He's great out there!

Rez: He just started, wait until Criss gets his adrenaline rush.

Bob: He'd better get it soon, although this match just started, I get the impression it is almost over! Haha!

[In the ring Tequila is hitting Criss Angel with right hands into the turnbuckle. He kicks him in the stomach and gets him down with a ddt. He goes for an early pin. One, two, th- Criss Angel kicks out! He pushes Tequila off him, but Tequila doesn't move too much. He gets Criss in the middle of the mat and hits him down with a side-walk slam. Criss Angel groans in pain. This makes it all the more fun for Tequila. Tequila is about to go for a pin but Criss Angel hits him with a light low blow. Tequila falls to the mat in pain. The referee runs over and warns Criss Angel that that's unfair.]

Bob: The only way Criss is going to win is by cheating!

Rez: That's fair play, Tequila was hovering over him what do you expect?

Bob: He can atleast win fairly, Rez.

[Tequila gets up, still holding his groin. Criss Angel slides out of the ring in fear. The referee begins to count. One. Criss Angel runs to the other side of the ring. Two. Three. Four. Five. Tequila is motioning for Criss to get his ass back in the ring or else. Six. Criss slides back in the ring and attempts a baseball slide on Tequila. When Criss Angel gets back up, Tequila hits him with a hard clothesline. Criss Angel falls to the mat, followed by a loud thud. Tequila goes down for the pin. One, two, Criss Angel kicks out!]

Bob: Was that close or what!

Rez: The bell didn't ring. As far as I am concerned there is no such thing as being close.

[Both men are back to their feet and attack eachother in a grapple. Tequila switched out of it and knocks Criss down with a suplex. Criss gets back to his feet in no time. Tequila is beginning to get frustrated and he grabs Criss by the hair and slams him into the turn buckle. He is sitting facing Tequila. Tequila runs to the other turn buckle and motions to the fans. Once again he gets a wild ovation.]

Bob: What is this psychotic man going to do?!

Rez: Hopefully move, I don't want to look at his ass anymore!

[Tequila runs towards Criss and does a baseball slide right into the groin of poor Criss Angel. He screams out in pain and Tequila gets back to his feet. He pulls the hurt Criss Angel up and hits him with the Tilt-A-Whirl. Criss Angel lies sprawled in the middle of the ring motionless. Tequila shrugs and goes for a pin. One, two, thr- Criss Angel kicks out at the last second! Tequila starts yelling at the referee and the ref warns him to stop. Tequila backs off. He turns around and Criss Angel hits him with a kick in the gut. Criss goes for a ddt, but Tequila turns it around and hits Criss with a reverse ddt. Criss Angel is once again down.]

Bob: It's over! Criss is gone.

Rez: Did we hear a bell yet? I think not.

Bob: He has no offense, Rez.

[Tequila pulls the groggy Criss Angel to his feet. He begins screaming and taunting the helpless Criss Angel. Tequila makes motion to the audience of drinking a shot glass, and they all know what that means. Tequila turns and hits Criss Angel with his finishing move, The Tequila Shot! Tequila goes for the pin. One, two, three! Mr.Tequila has won! The bell rings in his victory.]

Bob: Now I hear a bell.

Rez: Shut up, Bob.

Gillian White: And your winner, Mr.Tequila!

[The referee holds Tequila's arms in the air and Mr Tequila goes to each turn buckle and waves to the fans. His music smashed over the announce system and he makes his way backstage.]

[The Scene switches back to the U*R locker room, where Teemu and Angel are chatting about their separate matches…]

Teemu McCorde: Tonight, Angel, U*R will reign supreme! Like, a Cutlass Supreme! NO! A Burrito Supreme!

Angel Dawson: Wait, like Chicken Supreme?

Teemu McCorde: Yeah… like a Chicken Supreme.

[Angel bites her lip, and glances around the room.]

Angel Dawson: Where’s Teqs?

Teemu McCorde: Icing his arm. He’ll be here in a sec.

Angelica Dawson: That’s too bad, I wish it was just us for about 10 minutes.

[Angel licks her lips and gazing at Teemu’s crotch.]

Teemu McCorde: Really? Why’s that?

Angel Dawson: Because I would…

[Angel Dawson leans forward to whisper in Teemu’s ear. A large grin is painted on his face.]

Teemu McCorde: Really… Well, we could do that right now!

[Teemu grabs from his gym bag a pickle and hands it to Angel. Teemu then goes to a closet and grabs a floor buffer.]

Teemu McCorde: There you go, buff that pickle good!

[Angel just stares at Teemu like he's an idiot, then drops her head to her hands, as the scene fades out]

Criss: Dammitt! Never again, this damn place can just kiss my royal ass. XWC. What a load of crap.

[Criss Angel opens the door to exit, when halfway through Angel suddenly collapses back into the building a deep gash sliced across his forehead. Suddenly the door swings open and in steps the huge form of Apollyon. In his hand he holds the shattered remains of a picture frame. Apollyon pulls out a picture the Criss Angel had just given to a kid that was in a wheelchair earlier that night. Apollyon glares at the photo and the autograph scratched across it. He crumples it up and reaches down towards Angel. Forcing Angel's mouth open he stuffs the picture into it and begins to slap Angel's face.]

Apollyon: Listen here you meager piss-ant. You want glory? You want respect? You want to make a name for yourself? Well you just have, by being the latest victim to fall to Hell on Earth.

[Apollyon pulls Angel to his feet and slams him face first into the unforgiving wall. Angel's face now a crimson mask, is led towards the exit door and uncerimoniously tossed through it. Apollyon reaches down and grab's Angel's bag and tosses it into a nearby waste basket, as the camera cuts back to the arena.]

Bob: Good God! Apollyon just took out Criss Angel!

Rez: Well, he did blow off XwC!

Bob: Good point

Gillian White: Coming to the ring at this time.....Chris Blaze!!!!!!!

[The arena goes dark and then a loud *Boom* is heard. Then Chris is seen coming out the curtain....most fans cheer....until he flicks off everyone.....then its a deafening sound of boo's]

Bob: Well it looks like Chris is jacked up tonight

Rez: Yeah he is an Icon!!

Gillian White: And his opponent, coming to the ring at this time Former XwC Champion, Teemu McCorde!!!!!!!!!

Bob: Teemu is awesome!

Rez: Teemu is a piece of flaming shit!!

Bob: Im gonna tell him you said that!

[Teemu makes his way out as "It's Goin Down" by The X-cutioners plays, the fans cheer.....he runs down the aisle and slides into the ring.]

Rez: And this fight is underway!!!

[Blaze stomps on the entering Teemu and then picks him up by his head and runs with him and throws him clean over the top rope....]

Bob: Looks like Chris hasnt lost a step!!

Rez: Ofcourse not he is Chris Blaze for gods sake!

[Chris Blaze then rolls out the ring and kicks Teemu on the back of the head....he picks up some of the wires that lead to the XwC camera crew and wraps them around Teemu's neck and begins to strangle him.....the ref rolls out the ring and threatens Chris Blaze to call the match......1....2.....3...4...Chris Blaze lets go....the ref warns him if he pulls a stunt like here he is outta here......Chris Blaze has already weakened Teemu by cheating......Chris Blaze picks up the safety mat and tears a piece up from the floor....the fans boo......he flicks them off....they boo louder.......he then goes over to Teemu and puts him in between his legs to piledrive him on the concrete.....the outside count is at 8...Teemu counters and back body flips Chris Blaze on the concrete......Teemu rolls in the ring.....Chris Blaze is up fast but walking around holding his back in pain.....9....TE.hes in.....and the count stops....Teemu runs at the entering Chris Blaze with a thunderous clothesline.....Chris Blaze pulls down the top rope and Teemu falls over....Chris Blaze lays on the mat tired.....]

Bob: This looks to be a pretty even match up Rez.

Rez: Are you crazy? Chris is whooping his ass!

[The ref starts the count on Teemu for being outside the ring and Chris on the mat.......1......2.........3.........Chris is moving....4.....5......6.....Teemu is up.....7...Teemu is in the ring....Chris is up....Teemut is up......Teemu throws a left but Chris blocks and throws a right.....block by Teemu...Teemu throws another left....another block.... Chris throws and is blocked as well.....finally Chris gives up and low blows him.... Chris then locks on the boston crab... the ref gets down to see if Teemu gives up.. Teemu grabs the lower rope and the hold is broken]

Bob: Smart thinking on Teemu's behalf.

Rez: Yeah other wise that Ass Jack would've given up!

Bob: Are you crazy? Teemu wouldn't give up!

Rez: Helllooo your the crazy one remember!

Bob: WHAT?

Rez: Exactly!

[Blaze then takes Teemu and runs him into the turnbuckle....he hits his head hard against it as the crowd counts 1...2...3...4..5..6..7..8...9..10....Teemu falls down....and Blaze covers...the ref counts....1.....2.....THRE...kickout]

Bob: That was so close!

Rez: THAT WAS A THREE COUNT!!!

[Chris Blaze is outraged and gets up and runs over to the turnbuckle and tears off the top turnbuckles heading...... he walks back over to Teemu and grabs his hair. Teemu punches him in the gut, and Blaze releases his hair, and Teemu nails a quick drop kick, sending Blaze back into the corner, hitting his back on the exposed turnbuckle. He comes out of the corner, but Teemu catches him in the gut with his shoulder, lifts him up, and rams him back into the corner. Blaze falls back to the canvas, and Teemu looks out to the crowd....]

Bob: You know what's next?

Rez: Yeah, Everlasting Ecstacy!

[Teemu locks in the Everlasting Esctacy(Texas Cloverleaf), putting extra pressure on the injured back of Blaze. Blaze tries to reach the for the ropes, but Teemu has him set perfectly in the center of the ring. Blaze finally taps out!]

Gillian White: And your winner, Teemu McCorde!

Bob: Wow, Teemu hasn't lost a step!

Rez: What a dissapointment.

Bob: Have you been drinking? That was a great match.

Rez: Whatever.

[At this moment Xtreme Vision crackles and starts to go staticy.]

Rez: That’s just great. Does nothing work around here?

[Then a demented laugh fills the arena.]

Bob: What is that?

Rez: It sounds like some lunatic laughing.

Bob: You would know.

Rez: Hey, was that a crack?

Bob: Look!

[Xtreme Vision goes from static to the picture of a three eyed smiley face. Underneath it are the words…]

MJG PRODUCTIONS:

Rez: MJG?

Bob: Those initials sound familiar.

Rez: They do?

[Now the screen begins to change once again and we see President Phoenix’s office. He is entering the room, obviously pleased with the night so far. His smile changes however when he enters his office and looks at the chair behind his desk.]

Phoenix: This is my office you know?

Voice: Ooops. Sorry, couldn’t find mine.

Phoenix: Because you don’t have one.

[We still can’t see the face of the man talking to Phoenix but he does throw his feet up onto the desk. Much to Phoenix’s dismay.]

Phoenix: Uhmmm… What do you want… Jack.

[The camera swings around and we see none other than Madman Jack Gambit, former Boss of the Brutal Fighting Federation.]

Bob: Oh my Gawd! It’s Madman! What’s he doing here? He retired from wrestling!

[Gambit stands up from behind the desk and sweeps his arms toward the chair, motioning for Phoenix.]

MJG: Sorry. You’re the boss. I’m just the Commissioner around here.

[The crowd bursts into cheers as we hear a groan from Reznor.]

Rez: Oh no.

Bob: This is great. The Hardcore Icon is here in XWC as the Commish!

Phoenix: We have a show to run Jack. What’s up?

MJG: Right to the point. That’s what I like about you Jay. Let’s start small shall we?

Phoenix: If we must.

[MJG hardly looks like he even notices Phoenix as he begins to ramble.]

MJG: This Extreme division of yours… Sorry. Of ours… is a little too boring for my tastes. Everyone is doing it. If we are going to succeed in this Triad we need to think big. Not boring and plain like everyone else. My plan starts with this Extreme Title. It’s not going to be like all those other pseudo hardcore titles where guys just hit each other over the head with chairs or some other nonsense. Nope… Not gonna happen.

Phoenix: Do tell. What pray tell is GOING to happen.

MJG: Gimmicks my dear friend. Gimmicks. Our Extreme Champion will be known throughout the land as the King of the Gimmick match. Every time that title is defended it will be done in some sort of wild and crazy gimmick match. There will be real honor in carrying that title around the XWC. It will not be a worthless title. And this all starts…

Next week! Three members of XWC will be competing in the first Gimmick match for the Extreme Title!

Bob: This is spectacular!

Rez: I’ll believe it when I see it.

Phoenix: Now who is going to be in this match Jack?

[Madman looks to be pondering that question.]

MJG: I have one guy in mind… but the other two… I’ll let the fans decide!

[As the fans erupt we hear Bob saying.]

Bob: Oh My Gawd! Extreme Title! Right here! Next week!

Bob: Well, folk. It's time for the return of the XwC Main Event.

Rez: Wooo, Boy! Is that how they do it where your from?

Bob: I'm from Nebraska, not Texas.

Rez: So what, you still sleep with your sister, don't you?

Bob: No, thats Kentucky.

Rez: My bad. Sorry.

Gillian White: Making his way to the ring, from Washington, D.C. Weighing in at 212 lbs. Thug roC!!!!

[Suddenly, Thug roC's music begins to play, and from behind the curtian comes the charasmatic Thug roC. He ignores the crowd on his way to the ring, and leaps up onto the ring apron. He flips over the top rope, and runs to a corner, climbing the turnbuckles to pose for the crowd.]

Bob: He's quite the egomanic, isn't he?

Rez: Ya gotta love him. He's sure of himself, and tonight is his big night. First ever XwC Main Event, and he's headlining! So, is he wrong?

Bob: Well.... ya...

Rez: Exactly!

Gillian White: And, his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pensylvania. Weoghing in at 265 lbs.. Big O, Joe Max Ontario!!

[The music switches over to "The Big O Theme", and Big O, Joe Max Ontario comes out of the curtians, now sporting his mask.]

Rez: Why is he still wearing that stupid thing?

Bob: I don't know. Maybe you should go ask him.

Rez: I would, but he looks busy right now.

[Big O bolts for the ring, and slides in, but Thug roC wastes no time before going after Big O, and he begisn stomping away at the back of Joe Max. The ref calls for the bell, and the match gets under way. Thug helps Joe to his feet, and whips him into the ropes on the far side of the ring, and then goes for a clothesline, but it dosen't phase Joe. Thug backs into the ropes, and goes to hit Joe again, but Joe ducks under it, and turns around to kick Thug in the gut and picks him up and attempts a quick O-Drop, but Thug wiggles out and grabs Joe by the back of his head, and drops him with a quick Reverse DDT. Thug goes for a cover........1.........2......Big O kicks out.]

Bob: Thug roC is really quick!

Rez: Yeah, I think I missed something.

Bob: Well, you can watch the tapes later.

[Big O gets to his feet, and Thug is on top of Joe again, throwing right hands into the face of Big O. Thug backs Big O into the ropes, and goes to whip him into the ropes again, but Big O reverses it, and sends Thug into the ropes instead. Big O lowers his head, and Thug leapfrogs over him, and hits the ropes again, but this time, Big O drops to the mat as soon as Thug goes for a clothesline, and Joe pops up just in time to be behind Thug. Joe grabs the hair of Thug, and drps down, landing a slam. Big O hooks a leg for a pin.....1.......2........Thug kicks out!]

Bob: Man, neither of these guys wants to give any space.

Rez: I have every faith in Big O to do something stupid.

[Big O pulls Thug to his feet, and pushes him back to the corner. Big O then begins laying boots to the mid-section of Thug, before the ref warns him. Big O gets into the face of the ref, and just as he turns around, Thug grabs the ropes, and lays a mule kick to the gut of Big O. Thug grabs the head of Big O, and slams his face into the top turnbuckle, and again, and again. Big O stumbles out of the corner, as Thug quickly jumps to the top rope. Thug leaps off of the turnbuckle, going for a Missle Drop Kick, but Big O gathers himself enough to see it coming, and quickly grabs the legs of Thug roC, and lets his head bounce off of the mat. Big O looks out to the crowd, and they are on their feet, cheering for whats next to come.....]

Rez: See, if he'd stop payiong attention to those stupid fans, he might be able to win some matches.

Bob: Where in the hell have you been? He held the longest winning streak in the old XwC. Hell, he reitred as the XwC US Champion!

[.....Joe locks in the O-Lock(Sharpshooter). Thug screams in pain as Big O leans back to put more pressure on Thug's back. Thug reaches for the ropes, but finds he is just too far away. Thig pushes himself up, and manages to get a little closer, and finds that it is just good enough to grabs the bottom rope, and the ref calls for the break. Joe complies, and imediatly goes back to work on Thug, kicking him in the back. Thug rolls out of the ring to get away from him.]

Bob: Did it seem like Joe Max is a bit more on the relentless side?

Rez: He's a G** Damed Cheater! Thats what it seems like to me!

[Thug makes it to his feet, and Big O grabs him by his hair, trying to pull him back into the ring, but Thug grabs Joe's feet, and pulls him out to the mats below. Thug throws right hands, staggering Big O. Thug grabs the wrist of Big O, and whips him into the steps shoulder first, hard, knocking them away from the ring. Thug grabs Big O and pulls him to his feet. He sets Big O up for a DDT, and plants him quickly on the outside. Thug looks up at the ring, and then begins climbing the turnbuckle.]

Bob: What in the hell is he doing now?

Rez: Winning!

[Thug gets to the top rope turnbuckle facing the ring. Thug looks out to the crowd, and leaps off the turnbuckle towards the ropes, hitting the ropes, and doing a 180 off of them, right towards the fallen Big O, but Big O gets his knees up, and Thug hits them stomach first!]

Bob: Damn, that was a risky move!

Rez: Damn it Thug!

[Big O makes it to his feet slowly, as Thug rolls around on the outside holding his stomach. Joe looks into the ring, and rolls in to break up the count. Thug starts getting to his feet slowly, and Joe, who is still in the ring, runs at the ropes, and bounces back towards Thug roC. Joe leaps up onto the top rope, and leaps off, landing butt first onto the chest of Thug roC.]

Bob: I've never seen him do that before !!!

Rez: Is it not true what they say? Can big men fly?

Bob: I just saw it!

[Big O pulls Thug up by his hair, and walks him to the ring. Big O rolls him into the ring, and then climbs to the apron. Joe looks out to the crowd, and then to the ring where Thug is to his feet. Joe leaps up onto the top rope, spring boarding off of them, but Thug sees it coming, and hits a quick standing kick to the mush of Joe Max, sending him crashing to the mat.]

Bob: I guess he went to the well one too many times.

Rez: What the hell does that mean?

Bob: He tried too many high flying manuvers in one day.

Rez: Why the hell didn't you say that first?

Bob: Cause it's an expression!

Rez: Your stupid, inbreed, pig slopping, sister screwin, two teeth, hick expression.

Bob: Better to be a hick than an airhead from LA, jerk off.

Rez: Whe...but.... you.... f**k you!

[Thug pulls Joe Max to his feet, and goes for a quick roCing Horse(Olympic Slam), but Joe wiggles out of it, and pulls Thug to his shoulders. Joe looks out to the crowd, who are cheering wildly for him, and drops Thug with The O-Drop (F-5). Joe walks over to the ropes, and quietly awaits Thug to stand up. Thug finally makes it to his feet, and Joe charges at him for an O-Line(Clothesline), but Thug ducks it. Big O turns around quickly, and Super O Kicks Thug right in the face. Thug drops to the canvas like a sack of potatos. Joe quickly goes for a cover........1.........2........3!]

Bob: What a hell of a Main Event for our first show back!

Rez: If you want to call it that, then fine.

Bob: Oh quit your pouting, Thug's got a hell of a career in fron of him. He'll be going after gold real soon, I'd bet money.

Rez: He'd better.

Bob: Well, thats all the time we have for this Hazard! We'll see ya next week!

[Before the show fades out, we go to the back room, where Jayson Phoniex is walking through the back halls with a very pleased look on his face. Suddenly, his cell phone rings, and he reaches into his jacket pocket to answer it.]

Phoniex: Hello? Hey Saph........... Yeah, the show went great............................. Big O..................... Uh, huh..................... No, I had too much to do, I didn't catch the PSW show.......................

[Jayson's face drains of color as he hears the next bit.]

Phoniex: What?.............. When?.......He's doing what?............Oh, s**t......... I'll check into it........... Thanks for the heads up, champ.

[Jayson leans against the wall as he shuts the cell phone off and runs his hand over his short hair as the show fades out and the XwC logo flashes over the screen.]