(A short vignette plays running down for the viewers the happenings of last week's Venom, culminating with the Triple X vs. Rage match, and the display upon the Titantron. The scenes end with Triple X standing at the top of the ramp, splayed out in an 'X'.)

(Explosions go off all over the building as EWCL Sunday Night Venom bursts onto screens across three continents! Fans heft their home-made signs into the air… from 'Cazzo is King' to one lady's 'The Commish is a Dish!' The Venom theme rumbles through the arena as the camera pans across the roaring masses.)

John Pilchard: Hello everybody, and welcome to another instalment of Sunday Night Venom, where the Big Boys certainly do not play! I'm John Pilchard, and with me as always, lingering like a bad smell, is Neil Down.

Neil Down: I prefer to think of it as a fly to sh….

JP: Folks, we have an incredible line-up for you this evening…. Furthermore, I don't know if you can see it, but hanging up there above the ring is a Cell! Now we haven't been told anything about this, but if that Cell is anything to go by, tonight someone, or a couple of someones, are going to go through Hell itself!

ND: Hell in a Cell?! I haven't gotten over the last one!

JP: We hope to update you further as we ourselves are informed as to what's going on here tonight.

(The lights in the packed arena suddenly flicker and die. The fans go ballistic, lifting the roof as several hundred feet above, the roof of the auditorium lights up, dark blue flash-globes swooping slowly like lazy crows. The Titantron gradually brightens into life, displaying disjointed images like a slideshow of memories... sepia remembrances and flickering triumphs to the opening riff of Kid Rock's 'American Bad Ass'. The pyro explodes into flame, cascading blasts rolling back and forth across the ramp.)

JP: I think we're about to have company….

(From the darkness of the back steps The Rage, black 'Whole G*ddamn Show' t-shirt stretched over his rippling muscles and blue jeans hanging loosely over his black boots. He stands at the top of the ramp, watching, waiting, like an Angel of Death. The bandages remain beneath the shirt, thanks mainly to the retribution paid out by Triple X last week. But they are less. To sides of the ramp two enormous explosions threaten the very roof of the auditorium, but The Rage has not waited tonight, and is already half way to the ring as the blasts go off. Burning bright and strong for several moments, they eventually fade, until finally five words flash blindingly in white across the Jumbo Screen, leaving the familiar imprint of lightning upon the vision of the fans... 'The Revelation is at Hand'. The fans, each and every one on their feet, cheer for the man. The Rage rolls into the ring and pulls a mic from his back pocket.)

('I've got a few things to say and I don't want to be interrupted, 'cos I'm on a real short fuse here tonight. So I'll tell you this once. Anyone comes through that curtain before I'm done and I'm going to take your G*ddamn head off. Enough said.')

(The fans roar as The Rage paces about the ring. 'Triple X, let me speak directly to you first of all. You may think you've gotten away scot-free. Well think again Sunshine. I've got a real long memory, and it extends to every last word you've ever muttered in my direction, every last fist you've ever thrown at your's truly, and every last drop of p*ss you've ever excreted worrying about me kickin' your ass. If you think for a moment… JUST ONE MOMENT… that I'm not gonna get ya…' The Rage leans in towards the camera filming the action from the apron, 'Think again.')

(The fans go nuts, cheering at the thought of an eventual rematch between the two heavyweights. The Rage stalks to the other side of the ring, 'Now, on to you Achilles. That little stunt you pulled last week… you thought that was funny didn't you? That gave you a little chuckle, huh? Made you laugh? Try laughing after I shove your under-sized head up your ass!' The fans roar. 'You want to play cute little games with me and mine? You want to see how far you can push me before I snap? Well Dean… I'VE SNAPPED! Whatever you've got planned… WHATEVER… you're going to have to do it from a hospital bed you son-of-a-bitch! Tonight I put you in the ground… tonight, I show you why I am the MOST DANGEROUS man in this sport. Tonight Achilles… tonight, you're mine… in a Hell in a Cell….)

JP: MY GOD! That explains it! It's gonna be Rage vs. Achilles in a Hell in a Cell! I can't believe it! Can you imagine what this man is going to do to Achilles in that cell?!

ND: No… and quite frankly… I don't want to!

(The Rage rolls from the ring and heads up the ramp. The camera follows, and he turns suddenly and leans towards it, 'Tonight Achilles… I take you to Hell. And I WON'T… be bringing you back.')

('American Bad Ass' blasts from the speakers as The Rage drops his mic and stalks up the remainder of the ramp and through the curtain. The fans cheer wildly in a frenzy of anticipation for tonight's Main Event.)

(Cut to a Commercial)

JP: Man, what a start for this evening, huh. And we are gonna see a Hell in the Cell match for the main event match between The Rage and Achilles. Awesome.

ND: But don't forget about some of the other matches we got in store for you. And lets start off with the first one right away.

JP: Yes, its gonna be James Demise against Tony DeLucci. Last week DeLucci was scheduled to fight in a threeway match with Demise and Sgt. Death, but because Angelina Ferrari received a disturbing note she made Tony stay with her. So thats why he never fought in that threeway match.

ND: Yep, Tony preferred to stay with his woman, easy choice to me, but I already made myself clear about that topic last week. Now here today he is gonna fight James Demise. Demise who seems to go throug a revival. He got Billy Demise around him and James seems to be in good shape lately.

JP: Lets have this thing going.

(James Demise's music starts to play and James Demise and Billy Demise come walking out. Side by side they walk to the ring and once they arrived, James enters the ring and Billy stays on the outside).

(Moments later Tony DeLucci's music starts to play and he comes out alone. Angelina Ferrari probly didn't wanted to be at ringside this week after the stuff that happend last week. DeLucci arrives at the ring and slides in).

JP: The ref tells them the rules for this match and this thing has started. DeLucci and Demise circle eachother for a few moments and then they lock up. Its DeLucci who delivers a knee to the gut and Tony follows that up with a clothesline that takes Demise to the mat. DeLucci can't be stopped now and he picks Demise up, sends him in the corner and charges in and splashes on him. DeLucci now starts choking Demise.

ND: The ref is counting and finally he makes DeLucci stop the chokehold. Demise is grasping for air now. But he doesn't get the chance to recover as DeLucci whips him into the opposite corner and Demise flies in backfirst. DeLucci charges in and again he splashes his opponent. DeLucci now picks Demise up and lifts him on the topturnbuckle. DeLucci climbs on aswell now and he wants to go for a superplex.

JP: But DeLucci can't hook in the superplex hold!!! He can't do it!!! He gets hit in the face now by James Demise and Demise quickly hooks in a front face suplex and wowwww he even executes it!!!! A front face suplex from the top from Demise!!! Thats the first time I've seen Demise do a move like that!!! Demise slowly gets up and he kicks DeLucci in the head for a few times.

ND: Demise wants to go for his finisher, a crippler crossface, but just when he wants to hook it in, DeLucci reaches for the ropes. Demise now picks DeLucci up and sends him into the ropes, he comes back, but DeLucci ducks the arm, bounces in the ropes again, comes back and oooh flying forearm by the Italian. DeLucci landed on top of Demise and starts handing out fists. One after the other is handed out!!! Now thats agression!!

JP: DeLucci back to his feet now and he lifts Demise up and bodyslams him back into the mat. DeLucci starts to climb the turnbuckle and he dives off for a double axe handle, but Demise read the move, gets to his feet and punches DeLucci in the gut while he is in the air!!! DeLucci lands on his feet though, but Demise uses his advantage to bounce in the ropes and executing a flying bulldog!!

ND: Demise showing some good stuff here tonight. The evil man is dangerous. Demise goes for the cover, but DeLucci quickly kicks out. Demise grabs DeLucci by the head and wants to hand out another right one, but DeLucci blocks it and out of nowhere he spears Demise to the mat. Now it is DeLucci who goes for the cover. 1.........2.....but a kickout by Demise. Both men back up again and DeLucci whips Demise in the ropes and wants to backdrop him, but Demise comes back and oooh he counters and grabs DeLucci and sets him up in a powerbomb and executes it!!!

JP: James Demise is about to hook in his finisher. Is he gonna have his first win here??!! But then we see a new wrestler running to the ring. He slides in the ring and he wants to go for James. I heard of this guy. They call him Lazarus I think. I heard that DeLucci was having secret meetings with him lately. Lazarus kicks James in the gut and just before he wants to nail him down we see that Billy Demise slides himself into the ring and he grabs Lazarus from behind and he throws him over the toprope to the outside.

ND: Billy slides to the outside and he and Lazarus are getting it on, on the outside. In the ring we see that James Demise is back up and he grabs DeLucci and.....Yeahhhh he hooks in the Deadline!!!! He hooked in that crippler crossface and what does DeLucci do?? DeLucci taps out!!! The win is for James Demise!!!! His first win in the EWCL. What a great day for this superstar.

JP: James Demise might have won this battle, but the war between him and DeLucci is far from over. Especially we saw Lazarus interfere here and also the part that Billy Demise had here.

(Commercials)

(The door to Cazzo's office bursts open and Achilles comes charging through. Far from being prepared for his tremendous first outing in an EWCL ring, he is clad in a dark button-down and jeans. He smirks as he glances at a hardcopy of tonight's card.)

('Is this supposed to be amusing 'Mr' President? 'Cos I've got to tell you its in rather poor taste to get O'Connor riled up like that….'

(Cazzo laughs as though along with the joke, 'That would be true, wouldn't it? It would be rather cruel to get The Rage's hopes up.' He glances down at a copy of the card on his desk, 'What's wrong Achilles, nervous?')

(Achilles raises an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly, 'Do you need a quick lesson from Dean?' Achilles assumes his 'teaching' pose and begins, ''Mr' President… the Hell in a Cell match, the likes of which Shawn Michaels, The Undertaker, HHH, and of course Mick Foley, have all taken part in, is a rather poor, urban-American substitute, for the kinds of carnage and bedlam seen upon the stages of Japan, Africa, and several other unimportant nations. The Hell in a Cell is the poor man's 'ultimate hardcore match'. Now, if you knew anything about the industry, which you clearly don't, you'd also realise that the wrestler known as Achilles… that's me 'Mr' President… at one time wrestled as 'Dynamite' Dean Thornton across the hardcore circuit of Japan, and several other nations I'm sure you've never heard of, and wouldn't have been discussed in the geography classes of whichever white-trash grade school you frequented. Mick Foley has been referred to as a 'Hardcore Legend'…. Well, the 'smarts' also know what you clearly do not, and that is that Mick Foley used to take bumps for me. If there is a true Hardcore Legend in this sport, you are looking at him 'Mr' President. But perhaps you'd have known that if you'd listened to the geniuses who told you to get me in.')

(Cazzo grins, 'Good. So you'll do the match?')

(Achilles sighs, shaking his head, 'No… no little man, I won't 'do' the match. I don't have a contract with you anymore, remember? It ran out last week. It was for the term of one month. Do your math Cazzo. I won't be wrestling The Rage tonight.')

(Cazzo smiles slightly and rocks back in his chair, 'Actually Dean, you are going to compete here tonight. Do you want to know why?' Achilles' brow narrows, and he sniffs disdainfully. Cazzo carries on, 'You're going to compete here tonight because you do have a signed contract.' The President pulls a slip of paper out of his top draw and flattens it out on the desk before handing it to the wrestler. 'Recognise that Dean? That's the temporary deal we struck a few weeks back… the same you were just mentioning. Now… have a look down there towards the bottom. Paragraph Sixteen? It says that the EWCL, if it sees fit, may at any time choose to renew that contract for another term of one month. Now, I realise that your month expired last Sunday, and that's why you couldn't come to the arena, but as the Chief Executive of the EWCL, I've decided that it's in this company's best interests to sign you for another month, to run consecutively from the end of the first term. So… what that means for you is, you're one week into the second term of your contract. And what that means… and I'm really enjoying this… can you tell…? What that means is that you'd better go warm up… 'cos you have a match with The Rage… here… tonight. And if you're late… I'll sue your ass for breach of contract.')

(Achilles stares mutely for several moments before snatching and screwing the piece of paper up into a ball before hurling it across the room in a rage. He swings out an arm and wipes the President's desk clean before leaning down to get in his face, 'This isn't over Cazzo. I am NOT going to be wrestling here tonight!')

(With a slam of his fist upon the hard-wood table, Achilles storms from the office. 'Good luck tonight!' Cazzo calls after him, sighing and leaning down to pick up the clutter from the floor. 'You're going to need it….' He adds to no one in particular as he rises from below the desk.)

(Back to commercials)

JP: Yeah well it seems there's no way out for Achilles here tonight. He's gonna have to step into that cell. No doubt about it.

ND: But before we think of that, let us think of whats gonna happen right now. A non-title match for the tagteamtitles. New champions Morning Star and Punisher from the Legion are gonna square off against the Robero Brothers Ex-Terminator and Freak Destroyer Cerberus. These guys all know eachother pretty well. In the past 3 of them were part of the Ministry of Total Justice. And Ex-Terminator had several matches with Bull Dozer, as we know thats still the other personality of Morning Star.

(Seek and Destroy starts to play and Ex-Terminator and Freak Cerberus appear and start making their way to the ring. They both are wearing Metallica shirts. And behind them we even see Zev Sanezca. The russian star is back from his world tour and now is back in training again. All three walk to the ring and Ex-T and Cerberus wait for their opponents).

JP: Amy not at ringside. Thats what they are all doing, to keep the females away from the ring. And who can blame them after all these threats some girls have been receiving.

(Then Invasion starts to play and the crowd starts to booo because they know that Morning Star and Punisher are on their way. They come out and proudly have the tagbelts on their shoulders. They don't even look at the fans, but only look at the ring and whats inside of it. When the two arrive at ringside they hand the belts over to Jay Blue and then they use the ringsteps to enter the ring).

JP: Ex-T and Cerberus allow MS and Punisher to come into the ring and as soon as they entered, they attack!!! All four men are battling furiously. It is MS and Cerberus on one side and Punisher and Ex-T on the other. Punisher and Ex-T fought their way out of the ring, while MS and Cerberus stay in the ring. MS is working on Cerberus with a couple of chops, but that just fires up the Hellhound.

ND: Cerberus reverses field and he has trapped MS in the corner and is firing kicks and punches on MS. The ref is trying to restore order, but he's letting it go for now. Nice ref's we got huh. MS reverses things again with a kick to the gut and another chop to the chest. He whips Cerberus into the ropes, but Cerberus comes out with a hard clothesline that nearly tears MS's head off!!! Cerberus picks MS up, puts him up in a front-face lock and brings him over to his corner and tags in Ex-T. (Ex-T and Punisher went back their corners after fighting on the outside for a while)

JP: Ex-T comes in and kicks MS in the ribs. He then picks him up for a suplex and executes it. Ex-T picks up MS once again and this time he executes his jackhammer suplex!!!! MS is still in this match, but he is hurt!!! Ex-T kicks MS a couple more times and then goes for the cover. 1........2....but only a two count. Ex-T then quickly tags in Cerberus. Cerberus now has MS facedown with his foot on the back of the head and on his neck.

ND: He is now using that as a brace as he pulls up MS's arms in a surfboard hold!!! Punisher then comes in illegally and woww with a flying clothesline he knocks Cerberus off of MS. MS is still hurting but is trying to make the tag to his partner. Punisher quickly gets to his corner to receive the tag, but Cerberus already tagged in Ex-T. Ex-T drops the elbow on the back of MS. Ex-T then hooks MS in a Texas Cloverleaf in the middle of the ring!!!

JP: Punisher comes in again and kicks Ex-T in the face, breaking the hold. Ex-T, however, recovers quickly and climbs the second rope for a double axehandle. But MS counters by punching Ex-T in the gut as he came down. MS then executes a belly to back suplex. After executing that MS drags himself over to his corner and he tags in Punisher. Punisher comes in and nails Ex-T with a flying lariat as Ex-T was getting to his feet.

ND: Cerberus comes in and gets a reverse atomic drop from Punisher followed by a big boot that sends Cerberus out of the ring. Punisher then goes back to Ex-T. He puts Ex-T on the topturnbuckle and executes a superplex!!!! Wow what a move!!! Punisher then gives the signal for the Gavel. He waits till Ex-T is back to his feet and then he hooks it in!!!! But before he can execute it Cerberus comes back in the ring and nails Punisher in the head.

JP: The ref makes Cerberus go back to his corner. Punisher now tags in MS. MS comes in and picks Ex-T up, bounces himself in the ropes and comes back with a spinning heelkick. MS goes for the cover, but he only gets a two count. MS then picks up Ex-T and throws him into the corner, so Ex-T can tag in Cerberus. Why did he do that? Cerberus comes in and doesn't waste anytime and he delivers a right hand and follows that up with a gorilla press slam.

ND: Cerberus goes for the cover, but MS kicks out right away. MS and Cerberus both up and MS whips Cerberus in the ropes and takes him down with his trademark steinerline clothesline. MS picks Cerberus up, but Cerberus rakes the eye. Now its Cerberus who sends MS in the ropes, he comes back and ooooh both man hooked in a chokeslam and they just chokeslammed eachother!!!! OOh my GODDDD!!! Both men are laying out on the mat now!!!!

JP: The ref starts counting, and we see that at the count of 6 that Cerberus is starting to get up and gets up to one knee. Now also MS is up to one knee. Cerberus then dives to his corner and he tags in Ex-T. Ex-T comes in, but he's just too late as MS also just tagged in Punisher. The two circle eachother for a couple of seconds, but then the camera zooms in on a sign in the crowd. On about the 10th row we see a sign that says: "AMY.........SOON.......BE THERE..........BITCH!!!"

ND: The sign is show on the big titantron and Ex-T was looking up and also seen it. You can see the anger in his eyes now!!! Ex-T doesn't hesitate one bit and he slides to the outside, runs to the guardrail and climbs over it into the crowd. He is trying to makes his way through the crowd. But he can't seem to find the person with the sign. The sign has dissapeared. Ex-T is frantically looking around him, but the sign is gone!!!

JP: Ex-T is pissed, but totally forgot about the fact that he was the legal man in the ring. The ref started counting when he left the ring. Now while Ex-T is walking through the crowd back to the guardrail, the ref is still counting. 8...............9...............10.......ding ding ding. Ex-Terminator has been counted out!!! Ooh man!!!

ND: Ooohh you should see Ex-T's face now, its even more angy than before. He climbs over the guardrail and slides back into the ring and charges into Punisher and MS and wowww takes them both down with a double clothesline. Cerberus now also gets back up, after Punisher and MS were double teaming him when Ex-T left the ring. Cerberus grabs MS and executes his Hell's Fury on him!!!! Ex-T now picks up Punisher and executes his finisher, the Ex-Terminated on him!!!!

JP: Ex-T and Cerberus then leave ringside. Ex-T looks back one more time to see if he sees the person with that sign. But its gone, and the two brothers walk down the aisle out of there. What we want to know is, who the hell is playing those mindgames with the females? And next to that I think that Ex-T and Cerberus will get a new chance for the tagtitles soon.

(Commercials)

Prez Cazzo: First off, I hope everyone is having a good time here tonight. Second of all, the reason I came out here is, coz there is one particular person that thinks he can challenge me. Thinks that the prez is just some kind of chump you can challenge. The person I am referring to is Dawg Fase. Yes Dawg Fase, that no good member of The Legion. I know Dawg already from when I was just in the EWCL as a wrestler. Dawg and I were constantly at eachothers throat, but we never stepped into the ring. All he did though was sneakattack me several times. Then when we just were about to face eachother he left the EWCL, but he returned again and joined with Fazzer and again he sneak attacked me and Saphio and more or less put us on fire.

But again we never faced eachother one on one. Now Dawg starts talking about me again. After several losses to numerous people he decideds to focus on the prez once more. He thinks he can get some decent airtime again then. He came out and challenged me. Well Dawg, it may come as a surprise, but I am gonna accept your challenge. Its about time that I get an easy match again. I haven't had that in a while. So Dawg, you and me next Venom in the ring one on one. Finally it is gonna happen. But don't worry, it won't last long, after a few minutes you'll be layed out flat on the mat.

Now enough about Dawg. People, I wanna wish you an entertaining night and have fun.

(Prez Caz drops the mic, climbs out of the ring and leaves ringside).

JP: That was intresting.

ND: Was it?

JP: Neil, show a bit respect for your boss, will you.

ND: Yeah yeah.

(Then suddenly the camera goes backstage and we see Sgt. Death in his lockkerroom. He's preparing for his match with Dan Prohibition. Then there's a knock on the doorand Sgt. Death goes over to the door and opens it. Behind the door stands Ex-Terminator and before Sgt. Death can react Ex-Terminator nails him with a baseball bat. And Sgt. Death goes down. Ex-Terminator stands over Sgt. Death and yells out: "Fuck with me, and you will die!!!").

(Camera fades out).

JP: Why did he do that??? Is Ex-Terminator helping Dan Prohibition here? I thought he hated Dan. Or does Ex-T just don't like Sgt. Death? So confusing.

ND: Well this is all in the advantage of Dan though. Sgt. Death is gonna start of bruised in this match. Thats not fair.

JP: Since when do you care about fairness, Neil??

ND:...

(Then Sgt. Deaths music starts to play and it takes a little while, but eventually Sgt. Death appears from behind the curtains. He holds his head with one hand as that is the place where Ex-T hit him with that baseball bat. Sgt. Death slowly walks to the ring).

(Then even before One step closer starts to play we see Dan Prohibition running out from behind the curtains. Sgt. Death hasn't reached the ring yet and now Dan comes out and runs towards Sgt. Death and from behind he takes Sgt. Death down with his stopsign!!).

JP: BAMMM!!!! Sgt. Death down to the floor from that blow!!! And there is nothing the ref can do, coz this match hasn't officially started yet!! Now Dan drops the stopsign and he picks Sgt. Death up and drags him to the ring. Dan still holds Sgt. Death by the head and he ramms it into the apron. After doing that three times he rolls his opponent into the ring and climbs in after.

Ding ding ding

ND: Now this match has officially started. Obviously Dan is in the advantage here now. Dan picks Sgt. up and delivers a few right hands to the face. The Sarge doesn't go down though. Dan continues to hammer on Sgt. and then decides to send him into the ropes. Sgt. comes back from the ropes and ooooh spinning neckbreaker by Dan. Dan goes for the quick cover. 1................2.........but kickout by Sgt. Death. This ain't over yet.

JP: Dan still in control here. He picks Sgt. Death up and lifts him up for a piledriver and yeahhh executes it!!! What an impact!!! Again Dan picks Sgt. Death up and again Dan goes for a piledriver. Sgt. D tries to block it, but Dan can execute the piledriver once more!!!! Wow Dan on fire here!!! Dan for the pin. 1...........2.......but again Sgt. Death kicks out. Thats something.

ND: Dan grabs Sgt. Death by the head and he whips him into the corner. Dan charges in right after, but at the very last moment Sgt. Death moves out of the way and Dan flies into the corner and even flies over the ropes to the outside!!!! This is the chance that Sgt. Death has been waiting for. He is taking a few moments for himself now to recover, while Dan is laying on the outside.

JP: About 8 seconds later Sgt. Death slides to the outside and he grabs Dan by the hair and gives him a headbut. He follows that up by tossing Dan into the steel ringpost and Dan flies in headfirst. Sgt.D slowly goes over to Dan and again grabs his head and ramms it into the ringpost. Sgt. then wants to irish whip Dan, but Dan reverses the whip and Sgt. Death flies into the guardrail. Dan charges in, but Sgt. Death counters and clotheslines Dan to the concrete floor.

ND: Sgt. Deatch climbs on the guardrail and he jumps off and delivers an elbow drop on Dan. OOhhh that must hurt!! Sgt. stomps a couple of times on Dan, before picking him up by the head. Sgt. D uppercuts him and pushes Dan backwards into the apron. Sgt. then grabs Dan and rolls him back into the ring and follows in after. Both men in the ring again and they lock up.

JP: Sgt. gets the advantage and he turns the lock up into a waistlock and he german suplexes Dan. Sgt. D goes for the cover, but he only gets a two count. Sgt. Death picks Dan up, but Dan lowblows him. Dan back to his feet now and he superkicks Sgt. Death to the mat. Dan doesn't spoil any time and he bounces in the ropes and comes back with a legdrop. He goes for the cover and even hooks the leg. 1...........2........kickout.

ND: Its not over yet. Dan seems eager and quickly gets back up and he hooks in a headlock on Sgt. D. But Sgt. counters by elbowing Dan in the head and he lets go of the headlock. Dan doesn't stop though and he kicks Sgt. Death in the stomache and follows it up with a ddt!!!!

JP: Dan now waits till Sgt. Death gets back to his feet and bamm he kicks him in the midsection once again and Dan hooks in the Straight Edge Spike and executes it!!!!! He goes for the cover. 1........................2...........................3.........yeahh its the win for the Prime Time Champion Dan Prohibition!!!!! Good win for him after his loss last week against Ex-Terminator and Cerberus.

ND: But still the freaky part is that he got help from Ex-Terminator.

JP: I know Neil.

(Commercials)

('Listen, Exile… you have to do me a favour. You're the Commissioner… you're the boss here, right? Call this thing off! You have to call this match off!')

(Exile raises an eyebrow, letting his boot drop and taking a step towards Achilles, 'Did you just bust into my dressing room? And did I hear you correctly? Are you ordering me to cancel a match?')

(Achilles nods, 'You're damn right… call this thing off. You're the only one who can.')

(Exile smirks, 'Let's get one thing straight 'Mini-me'… that sign on the door… it reads 'Commissioner'. That sign on your back… it reads 'Asshole'. I couldn't give a rat's little pink ass about your problems with The Rage. So here's what I want you to do… turn around… smile, 'cos everybody loves a smile… and get your ass OUT of my dressing room. And if you have any further issues you'd like to discuss, feel free not to come and see me.')

(Achilles takes a small step forward threateningly before throwing his hands up and spinning on his heel. 'This is bullshit!' Storming back through the door, he yanks it shut with a loud 'boom'.)

(Exile shakes his head and remarks, 'Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out….')

(Cut to commercials)

JP: Exile, sure knows how to use his power. And he only uses it in his own advantage. I don't think he would ever help someone else if there wouldn't be a gain for himself in it.

ND: So whats wrong with that?

JP: Sometimes it feels good just to help someone else, with no strings attached. Just to help.

ND: HELLO!! Wake up John. We ain't living in the sixties anymore. In todays world its everyone for himself. All that counts is yourself.

JP: Well, Neil, I still continue to believe in the goodness of people.

ND: You're a freak, John.

JP: Hey, watch it!!

ND: Ok, anyway. Lets go to our next match. Its Exile against an unknown person. Or how Exile said it himelf "Question Mark".

JP: I wonder how Exile is gonna take advantage of his position tonight.

(After saying that Extreme Days by DC Talk starts to play and Exile shows up. Like mostly there are mixed emotions, he has fans but there are also people who seem to hate him. Exile grabs a mic and enters the ring).

Exile: Its your commish again and I know you all have been waiting for me. I know you weren't waiting for Prez Crappo to show up and say some things that noone cares about. Its the commish who rules. Ok, enough of that. You all are waiting for my match and now is the time to announce it. Ofcourse I knew all along who the three question mark man was. Hey, I am the commisioner.

This match is not a normal match, uh uh. Its gonna be for the Internet Title. So a big match with a title at stake. And you will be surprised who my opponent is gonna be. I talked this person into staying. So have a great welcome to my opponent in this Internet Title match, here is...........Super Trouper!!!

JP: Super Trouper?? That can't be true, that must be a sick joke.

(A guy comes walking out with the same attire as Super Trouper. The guy even tries to act and move like the former Universal Champion.)

JP: Thats most definately not Super Trouper!!!

(The camera zooms in on the face of the guy).

ND: I know who that is. Thats Roadblock, thats one of Exile's friends.

JP: Man, what a sick joke, but thats exactly something you could expect from Exile.

ND: Roadblock "ST" slides in the ring and the ref explains the rules. Remember that Exile made this match for the Internet Title.

JP: Its a good thing he don't have the autorisation to set matches for the Universal Title.

ND: The bell rings and Exile and Roadblock ST circle eachother for a few seconds. Then Exile takes a swing and goes for a right punch. And oooooh Roadblock ST goes down. Exile goes straight away for the cover. 1..............2..............3.........and Exile won this thing and he is the new Internet Champion. What an upset!!

JP: Upset? Man, even the ref looks confused. Something ain't right here, and you know it. Lets take a look at the rerun.

(The screen shows the rerun at the point were Exile punches Roadblock. But from the rerun you can see that Exile never even touched Roadblock. The fist and the face are not even near eachother.)

JP: HE NEVER EVEN TOUCHED HIM!!!!

ND: Wow, so Roadblock ST was so overwhelmed and Exile beat him mentally.WOW!!!

JP: Nooooo, Neil. This way a ripoff, we were all tricked by Exile. Just look at that in the ring, Roadblock and Exile are shaking hands and hugging eachother now. That makes me sick.

ND: Exile is just helping his opponent up. That shows a great sportman.

JP: Thats bullocks Neil. Everybody knows this was just one big show and Exile used his power to become the new Internet Champion. So unfair.

(Commercials).

JP: Folks, after what we saw before the commercials it is time for a real match, it's just about time for our HUGE Main Event! Coming up folks, it's Hell in a Cell!

(The scene fades in with The Rage's explosive debut on Venom five weeks ago. The Rage vs. Triple X. 'I'm not going to fuck with you… I'm going to fuck you up.' Triple X flying from the back… the two trading blows on the ramp. Cazzo's stipulation; Contract Match. The Hylighter! Rage down! 1…….2……Kickout! The Rage sets up the Revelation…. Achilles! Achilles out of the crowd! The brutal mugging at the hands of Triple X and Achilles. Mauler vs. Triple X. The Rage out of the crowd, laying Achilles low… chasing the duo to the back. The match. THE match. Triple X vs. The Rage… With Special Guest Referee Achilles. The carnage… Rage for the pin. Achilles' refusal. Cazzo! RAGE HITS THE REVELATION! One……..Two………….a pause. Eyes meet. Souls collide……………THREE! Venom. The girl. Who is she? The Rage laid low by Triple X. Triple X standing victorious. Achilles' smirk as the Titantron fades.)

JP: Folks, that doesn't even scratch the surface with these two! This one has a lot of history behind it…. Achilles and Rage have hated each other through three Federations! Achilles keeps reminding us he doesn't care about the EWCL… he's here for one man and one reason. The Rage. Achilles debuted just four weeks ago to absolutely destroy The Rage in the most underhanded assault we've ever seen. An assault I'll add that The Rage hasn't fully recovered from yet. This thing between them will come to a head, here tonight! This should be one HELL of a contest!!!

(The pneumonic drill pipes through the arena sound-system and the fans' burst into jeers. Scenes of the master technician, Achilles, flash across the massive Titantron to the beat of Van Halen's 'Poundcake'. Pyro explodes from either side of the ramp, meeting at a point high in the air, and then a single blast of fire ascends from the dead centre of the stage. Achilles stalks from the back to the jeers of the fans, eyes blistering with intensity unseen before from the legendary wrestler. His tight black shirt shows a barbed-wired ring on the front, and the back reads 'Dynamite'. He plucks at the shirt, pointing it out to the fickle crowd. He mutters to himself in frustration as he makes his way down the ramp, snarling. The fans break into a chant of 'Asshole…Asshole'. He reacts, barking something at a fan to his side, threatening another with a blow to the face.)

JP: You can't help but feel a little pity for this man… just a little. Achilles is pound for pound one of the best technicians, if not THE best technician we've ever seen in this sport. In a straight match he could go one on one with anybody on the roster. He's got a thousand ways to beat you, but he only needs one… the Achilles Heel. But this match… the Hell in a Cell… it's the kind of match The Rage excels in. It's dangerous… it's devastating… and it's not about the wrestling, it's about the carnage! Achilles is giving up a lot of poundage to The Rage, and The Rage is one of the most brutal athletes in this sport…. He'll out-power Achilles for sure. Not to mention Achilles is bound to have a little ring rust coming into his first match here in the EWCL….

ND: And maybe his last match. Still… he may surprise us… in his early years in the business he was the Hardcore Legend 'Dynamite' Dean Thornton, as he said! I don't need to tell you how he got that name, do I John?

JP: You certainly don't Neil! The C4 Japanese matches are legendary in themselves… for a man to make his name on them is even more phenomenal. But Neil, that was then, this is now. He hasn't done that sort of thing in years. The Rage is furious over what we saw last week. We don't understand it… Hell, we don't need to understand it. But we're sure as Hell going to see the results right now….

(The lights in the packed arena flicker and die, like candles in a strong breeze. Several hundred feet above the roaring mass, the roof of the auditorium lights up, dark blue flash-globes flickering like anxious fireflies. The moment the fans have been waiting for arrives with a bone-jarring thud. A tremendous explosion rocks the packed hall and the pyro at the front of the stage explodes, cascading flames roaring back and forth in front of the ramp. Music blasts suddenly from the giant speakers positioned strategically about the crowd. Building frantically, the familiar opening chords of Kid Rock's 'American Bad Ass', sans vocals, abruptly capture the attention of the fans. The Titantron bursts into life, the inferno of flames licking the top of the screen, threatening to engulf it, while faintly in the background flash ghastly images of destruction… carnage, blood, devastation… and then a silhouette, black against the flames. The crowd pops deafeningly, the arena on its feet, attempting in vain to drown out the music with its cheers. Finally, as the music pauses momentarily, before the charge, five words flash blindingly in white across the Jumbo Screen, leaving the familiar imprint of lightning upon the vision of the fans... 'The Revelation is at Hand'. The hall blackens….)

(The stage lights up in blue as 'American Bad Ass' kicks into gear with the roar of the fans. The Rage stands below the Titantron, eyes blazing, head lowered. The fans ignite, lifting the roof. His ebon gaze sweeps slowly across the arena, and he inhales deeply, soaking up the crowd pump, before his eyes come to rest upon Achilles standing at the edge of the ring. Achilles calls for a mic as 'American Bad Ass' softens and dies out.)

('Rick, I've just got a couple of things to say before you make the biggest mistake of your life by stepping into my world here. Now you and I both know that you have issues of inadequacy, and that's why you feel the need to demand such big cages and big matches….' The crowd boos as The Rage begins to head ominously towards the ring. The Cell begins to shake and then lower. Achilles glances up, then smirks. 'But you and I both know what has to happen here. Even if you manage to win a battle… you can't win the war.' The Rage approaches the ring and grabs the top rope, pulling himself to the apron. The Cell lumbers closer to the floor. Achilles adds finally before throwing the mic away, 'Oh, and by the way Rick… she's here tonight.' O'Connor freezes.)

JP: She's here! My God Neil, she's here tonight!

ND: Who is she?

JP: I have no idea really, but we may just find out tonight! Achilles is moving… NO! Achilles caught Rage flat-footed on the apron!!! He's just slammed into him, sending him flying from the apron to the floor! RAGE IS DIRECTLY UNDER THE DESCENDING CELL!

ND: What an innovator of offence is Achilles! He's even finding new ways to interpret the word 'pin'!

JP: Rage is shaken… Achilles is climbing out of the ring… The referee is trying to get The Rage up! Achilles comes over… to help?! He's got a hold of the Rage's tights… pulling Rage out from under the descending Cell. Thank goodness! I thought for a minute… WAIT! What is he doing?! He's twisting The Rage around… that cell is almost to the floor! Achilles is on his knees next to Rage… OH MY GOD! He's dragged Rage's ankle outside the Cell. It's hit the floor! THE CELL HAS COME DOWN ON RAGE'S ANKLE!!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!

ND: The pain… that must have snapped Rage's ankle for sure!

JP: Undoubtedly! The outside referee is trying to push Rage's leg through from under that monstrosity, but to no avail! Rage is writhing… thrashing in agony! He may never wrestle again! Where… where's Achilles going? He's going under the ring… he's got… he's got a chair! Look at that maniacal smirk! He's sick! He's rubbing the metal… HE NAILS THE PRONE RAGE! He's driven the chair right into that shin! Rage is going ballistic! He's tugging hard on that leg, but the pain is just incredible…. ACHILLES NAILS HIM AGAIN! Again in the leg! The referee is calling for Achilles to desist, but that's pointless! Achilles won't be stopped… he's a machine! THE LEG AGAIN! The referee runs to the opposite side of the cage. He's talking to other officials. ANOTHER CHAIR SHOT TO THE RAGE'S PRONE LEG!!! The officials are calling for something… They're… they're calling for the Cell to be lifted!

ND: Do you think this match is over?

JP: Has to be! Achilles has the mic again….

(Achilles gets down into Rage's face as the trapped wrestler writhes in agony. 'You see Rick… you had to go and be a big shot for her, didn't you? I'm sure she's real impressed now!' He slaps Rage over the top of the head, then adds, 'I made you look Rage… she's not really here.' He drops the mic.)

JP: This is just sick! Get that cage lifted! Call this match off!

ND: This shouldn't have happened….

JP: There it goes… the cage is slowly rising… thank God! Achilles yanks The Rage out from beneath it…. The Rage is holding his ankle. Here come the officials and EWCL trainer Terry Andrews! This thing is over!

ND: Whose that then?!

(From behind the hurrying officials flies Triple X, sledgehammer in hand. The crowd goes wild, booing for the 'One Man Rampage'. He swings the vicious implement of destruction, proceeding to devastate the officials upon the ramp. The Cell continues to lumber slowly upwards, and with a parting shot to Andrews, Triple X races down to the ring, clearing the ringside referees out with one brutal swipe. Achilles grabs the Cell, now six feet from the ground and shouts something angrily at Triple X. The 'One Man Rampage' heads hastily around the ramp to the controls at the side of the stage and disappears from view.)

JP: I can't believe this! Triple X has blasted the EWCL officials… he's blocked help from coming to The Rage! This is despicable!

ND: I didn't think he and Achilles were on the same page… but I guess where The Rage is concerned it only matters that they're reading the same book!

JP: WHAT?! The Cell is coming back down! Triple X has had the ring lowered! This match will continue!!! NO! Achilles is smiling as he throws the injured Rage into the ring. Rage is hurt… that ankle must be killing him!

ND: It may do, before the night is out.

JP: Achilles is in the ring… he's got Rage's leg up… ANKLE LOCK!!! The Rage is screaming! He's screaming! I don't know how this match can even end… there are no officials! Achilles is just twisting that ankle… he's a maniac! A total maniac! Rage looks ready to pass out from the pain… how can he still be conscious!

ND: Bad luck for him?

JP: Achilles is just wrenching that ankle… he's not happy with destroying it… he's going to put this man out of the business. If he doesn't stop soon he may do serious, irreparable damage to that limb… if he hasn't already!

ND: But you have to hand it to Achilles… he's turned this into his sort of match; a technical match.

JP: I've got to hand him nothing Neil! He's a son-of-a-bitch! He's… finally letting the hold go. What's he going to do now? He's dragging the semi-conscious Rage to the ropes… setting his leg on the lower… LEG DROP! Rage is thrashing again! ANOTHER LEG DROP! ANOTHER! Rage is trying to grab a hold of Achilles… trying to put up some kind of defence. Achilles slaps his hand away, drags him back to the centre of the ring…. He's got that injured leg up again… spinning around it… LEG LOCK! LEG LOCK! He's wrenching that ankle. Rage is slapping the mat… he's in tremendous pain! Achilles is doing a number on that ankle! He's methodical!

ND: Rage is eating those words from before….

JP: Achilles lets him go… pulls up that leg again… drops a SPINNING LEG CRUSH! That snaps that knee down, twists that ankle! Rage isn't even on the planet anymore. Achilles turns him over and… he snaps on the ACHILLES HEEL!!! Rage is crying out… look at the pain on his face. He can't even tap out if he wanted to… there's no referee! What?! Achilles lets him go…. He's rolling out of the ring, grabbing the microphone from the floor. Back into the ring.

(Achilles wipes some sweat from his brow and smirks, 'You know what… don't tap out yet Rage… I'm not done, you namby-pamby!' He drops the mic next to Rage and….)

JP: Locks in a REVERSE ACHILLES LOCK!!! Rage is driving his fists into the mat in pain…! How many moves does Achilles know to destroy that ankle! He's just punishing Rage now!

ND: He's the real man of a thousand and one moves. Accept no 'Dean' substitutes.

JP: He lets go of The Rage… picks up the microphone.

(Achilles kneels down next to Rage, 'Let everyone hear you say it O'Connor. Say 'I quit' and I'll end it you pretty boy!' He shoves the microphone into O'Connor's face, and his harsh breathing can be heard. O'Connor sucks it up, and shouts, 'SCREW YOU THORNTON!' The fans cheer, and Achilles drives the microphone into The Rage's face, then tosses it aside.)

JP: The Rage won't quit! HE WON'T QUIT! Achilles rolls him over… pulls up that leg again… RAGE DELIVERS A BOOT TO ACHILLES' ABDOMEN! Achilles staggers away. Rage is in serious pain, but he's dragging himself slowly towards the ropes. I don't know what's done it… maybe Achilles' taunting, but The Rage is fired up! Achilles shakes it off, comes back at Rage. Rage is grabbing the microphone… He… HE JUST THROWS IT RIGHT INTO ACHILLES' FACE!!! That thud echoed right through the building! Achilles is hurt… he's stumbling… HE'S BLEEDING! Rage may have broken Achilles' nose!

ND: It's unconventional… but I think I like it.

JP: Rage is pulling himself up on those ropes. Achilles is still dealing with that nose…. Rage is to the second ropes… he sinks a little… the pain must be excruciating! Here comes Achilles though! RAGE OFF THE ROPES… LARIAT! ACHILLES GOES DOWN! Rage is on one foot, but by God he's fighting back! Achilles back up… ROUNDHOUSE! Achilles a little slower getting up after that one… Rage grabs him by the hair… he's running to the ropes… ACHILLES THROWN OUT OF THE RING… INTO THE WALL OF THE CELL!!! Rage slumps onto the ropes… that would have been Hell on that ankle! He's rolling out of the ring… Achilles is shaken… Rage approaches… Achilles kicks out at The Rage's injured ankle! Rage stumbles! Achilles is up, swings out with a big left… RAGE DUCKS! He uses Achilles' momentum to turn him… then DRIVES HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE CELL!!! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! MY GOD, AND AGAIN!!! Achilles' face is a bloody mess! Rage is trash-talking him! He's still hopping on his good foot, but he… hoists Achilles up onto his shoulder… DRIVES HIM HEAD FRIST INTO THE CELL!!! Achilles is out of it! Rage limps around… picks him up… POWERSLAM INTO THE CELL!!!

ND: How much more can the wall take?!

JP: The wall? How about Achilles?! The Rage is unstoppable! He has Achilles standing again… SLINGSHOT INTO THE CELL!!! Achilles arches, falls on his face! Rage hobbles after him… he's got the ring steps… he's SLAMMING THOSE RING STEPS INTO THE BACK OF ACHILLES' HEAD! Achilles is jerking… I think he's dead! He must be! Rage just tosses the steps aside… picks up Achilles… is he going to powerslam him again?! He's got him up… he hobbles towards the wall… slams him back first into it, then a POWERSLAM! MY GOD, THAT WAS AN OKLAHOMA SLAM!!! INTO THE CELL WALL!!! Achilles is out of it!

(Suddenly from the back Triple X comes running, bolt-cutters in hand. The crowd rise to their feet as one, jeering at the top of their lungs as he skids to a halt at the door and begins to go to work on the metal chains. The Rage drags Achilles around the side of the ring towards the door, and suddenly spies what Triple X is up to.)

JP: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! He's back… this is ridiculous! The Rage has no chance here with this going on!

(Triple X hefts down on the cutters, and finally after several attempts the chains slip from the door and to the floor. He grabs the bar and begins to yank the door open. The Rage acts quickly, grabbing the door and pulling it closed. Triple X snarls, eyes narrowing, and yanks on the door again. This time The Rage gives the door an almighty shove, slamming it into the face of the 'One Man Rampage' who is sent sprawling back onto the ramp.)

JP: YES! The Rage had him pegged! He's hobbling out of the Cell… coming after Triple X! Triple X gets slowly to his feet, rubbing his forehead… WHAM! RAGE LEVELS TRIPLE X! He drops a knee onto him! Rage is down on top of him, pummelling him mercilessly! Triple X has been caught off guard… serves him right!

ND: Yeah, but look at Achilles! He's climbing out of the Cell too and… he's getting out of here… he's CLIMBING THE CELL!!!

JP: He's trying to get away from The Rage! He's had enough! If he thinks that's the safest place to be he's in for a huge surprise! Rage hasn't seen him yet… he's still wailing on Triple X… retribution for last week I believe! Wait a second… he's turned… HE SEES HIM! The Rage clambers off Triple X… he's heading for the Cell! He's reaching out… Ooh, just misses Achilles' foot! Achilles is out of reach!

ND: Maybe he is safe… can Rage climb with that ankle?!

JP: Well… we're about to find out! LOOK! The Rage is following Achilles up to the top of the Cell! Achilles is rolling on to the top now… The Rage is having quite a bit more difficulty! But just look at the upper-body conditioning of The Rage… to pull himself up without the use of one of his ankles… that's truly phenomenal! Achilles is on his knees… he's making his way like a scalded dog to the other side… away from The Rage! The Rage is at the top! He's made it! Achilles is on the other side there… he swings an arm over… I think he's going to try and climb down again!

ND: I would too if I had The Rage on my tail!

JP: The Rage is crawling after him… Achilles going head first over that edge! They've got to be nigh on twenty feet in the air up there! Achilles is dragging his body over the edge… if he does that he may just land on his damn head! Wait… RAGE HAS GOT HIM! RAGE HAS GOT HIM! He's got a grip on that leg, and he's pulling Achilles back over the lip! Achilles is hanging on to the wall… he doesn't want to come! But… Rage has him back on top! Rage is struggling to his feet… he's got Achilles to his… my God Achilles is a bloody mess! Look at his face! Rage hooks him up… a gut-wrenching GORDBUSTER! Achilles is arching in pain!

ND: Did that roof just give a little?!

JP: It may have… that was a brutal slam! It took it out of The Rage too… he's just lying there! They may be both out. Who could blame them… they've both been threw Hell tonight! WAIT! He's moving… Rage is getting to his feet!

ND: His foot….

JP: Whatever! Rage has Achilles up again! He blasts away on him with a few vicious punches! He sets him up… JUDO FRONT SLAM! That was explosive! Achilles is out of it! That section of the roof there is sagging too! I don't know how much more punishment that Cell can take! Rage pulls Achilles back up with him… Achilles makes his move… he's not quite beat! NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!! He just sent The Rage flying towards the edge! Another foot and he would have gone over! Achilles is stumbling to his feet… THE ROOF HAS GIVEN! THAT SECTION OF ROOF HAS COLLAPSED!!! Achilles falls through… OH MY! HE'S GOT A HOLD OF THE EDGE! HE'S HANGING ON! This is the darndest thing I've ever seen!

ND: Somebody jump-start my heart! Please!

JP: Achilles is just hanging there… swinging above a ten-foot drop back into the ring! HE'S DOWN TO ONE HAND! He's going to fall! HOLD ON! RAGE HAS GOT HIM! THE RAGE HAS GOT A HOLD OF HIM!!! He's dragging him back up through the gap and onto the roof of the Cell! That was close for Achilles!

ND: I can't believe he didn't let him fall!

JP: They're both on top again! Rage staggers to his feet… still limping. That ankle looks to be swelling… I'm not sure how much longer he'll be able to even move on it. LOOK! It's Triple X… he's half-way up the damn Cell! Rage has seen him… he's hobbling over towards the edge! Triple X puts a hand over… RAGE STOMPS ON HIS FINGERS! TRIPLE X OFF THE CAGE TO THE MATS!

ND: OW! He's not moving!

JP: Achilles is getting slowly to his feet. Rage turns… he has that look in his eyes… Achilles is up… Rage moves… REVELATION! REVALATION ON THE TOP OF THE CELL!!! Achilles is down again… this time for the count! Look at that steel monstrosity shaking… what a move! And listen to the reaction of the fans! They can't believe this match! Rage is clawing back to his feet… he looks around at the screaming fans. What an ovation! But… what's he…? He's looking down at Achilles… he still has that look in his eyes. Don't do anything stupid son! This match has gone far enough….

(Cazzo appears suddenly from the back, flanked by a number of security guards. The fan reaction is mixed for the popular president. While they love this man, they know why he has come, and they don't like it. Cazzo runs down to the edge of the Cell and begins to start shouting up at The Rage. The Rage doesn't seem to hear him, but continues to stare down at the beaten and bloodied Achilles. Cazzo motions frantically for Rage to come down. He calls for a microphone….)

('You've won Rage! It's over okay…? You won! Ring the bell… RING THE DAMN BELL FOR CHR*ST'S SAKE!' The ring bell sounds and the fans erupt. Jay Blue announces The Rage as the winner, and the arena is in a frenzy. 'American Bad Ass' kicks in over the cacophony, and Cazzo shouts up at The Rage to come down.)

JP: What a scene! I don't think we've ever seen anything like this in EWCL history! This is truly remarkable! Cazzo has awarded this match to Rage by what… TKO?

ND: I think he just wants The Rage to come down….

JP: The Rage is moving again… he's pulling Achilles to his feet! Looks like he must have decided the President's right!

(The Rage takes a firm hold of Achilles' tights as 'American Bad Ass' softens and cuts out. Cazzo barks into the microphone, 'Rage! It's not worth your career!' The Rage looks out to the roaring masses and snarls something….)

JP: Oh my… NO! The Rage takes a short run-off…

(The Rage runs at the edge and then launches Achilles off towards the crowded stands. Achilles tumbles end over end through the air, arms flailing, to land brutally upon his back in the aisle between the seats. The floor beneath him sags slightly, and he lies motionless. The crowd is silent a moment, then exclaims almost as one.)

JP: THE RAGE JUST THREW ACHILLES INTO THE STANDS… FROM THE HELL IN A CELL!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! THE RAGE HAS THROWN ACHILLES OFF THE CELL TO THE COLD, HARD, UNFORGIVING CONCRETE!!!

(Paramedics rush from the back, stretcher in tow as Cazzo shouts angrily for the medics to get down here. Several stop to check on Triple X, who remains lying down by the door to the Cell, motionless. Rage stands at the edge, staring down at the brutalised body of Achilles, emotionless and cold. Then slowly he edges down and begins to climb down the Cell.)

(Cazzo hops the railing as the fans quietly murmur amongst themselves after the brutal display. He bends down next to Achilles, who lies unmoving on the concrete as security guards struggle to keep the fans away from the fallen wrestler. Over by the Cell, The Rage drops the last few feet to the ground and stands staring darkly at Achilles beyond the rail. He shouts something angrily towards the fallen wrestler. The paramedics begin to carefully set out the stretcher upon the floor and place a neck brace upon Achilles, preparing to move him.)

(Suddenly a dark-haired woman flies from the back, tears rolling down her soft alabaster-skinned face. Dressed in a tight dark-blue denim skirt, black knee-highs and a deep purple nylon top, she draws the attention of the fans away from the carnage beside the ring like a fishing net in busy waters. Several fans begin to wolf whistle, but most remain silent, still too shocked by the events to take any pleasure out of the beauty's appearance. The Rage turns suddenly upon hearing the footsteps upon the ramp, and his eyes darken. He barks something at the woman, but she flies past him and over to the barrier, where she is helped over by a paramedic. She drops to her knees beside Achilles, stroking his face, then glares back at The Rage. The Rage's face is a mask of concern as he stares back at her, shaking his head.)

(Cazzo stands up and calls for a microphone again. He snatches it from Jay Blue. 'You stupid son-of-a-bitch! I warned you! Rage… you're suspended until further notice! Guards… get that man out of here!' The fans remain in mute, shocked silence. The Rage pushes the guards away and makes his own way slowly up the ramp, still hurling abuse at Achilles. Cazzo barks something more into the mic, 'If this turns out to be serious Rage… YOUR FIRED! And the EWCL will see you in court! NOW GET HIM OUT OF HERE!' The Rage is led through the curtains to stunned fan silence.)

JP: I… I just can't believe what we've seen tonight. I… I have nothing to say.

ND: For once… neither do I.

JP: We're out of time folks… we'll see how this pans out next week on Venom. See you then.

(As the EWCL logo flashes across the screen and the program ends, John and Neil can be heard to exclaim over the incredible and disturbing finale to tonight's affairs.)

(Fade to Black)