['Heart's Filthy Lesson' by David Bowie hits the PA system and the crowd breaks into boos as Tempest walks out.]

JP: This match is one I have been looking forward to for along time! Three very impressive wrestlers are gonna do battle in a Triple Threat match!

Sully: You said it, JP! Tempest is the man for me… he's got it in the bag!

JP: Ladies and Gentleman, might I remind you this is Anarkist's official return to the ring since his rehabilitation.

[Tempest enters the ring and circles it, pacing up and down like a ravenous dog.]

Peter Santos: In the ring, weighing in at 262 pounds, from Boston, USA, 'The Constrictor' Tempest!

[As Tempest eventually settles down, 'Freak on a Leash' by KoRn hits the PA system and Joe Foale strolls out looking not too confident. He takes his time as he makes the long walk to the ring.]

Peter Santos: Making his way to the ring, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 203 pounds, Joe Foale!

JP: Foale looks nervous.

Sully: Wouldn't you be if you were about to step into the ring with a monster?!

JP: By monster, you mean Anarkist?

Sully: Who else!?

[Joe Foale slides into the ring and gets a few reassuring shouts from crowd members. Foale and Tempest exchange harsh glances as they both wait nervously for Anarkist to make an appearance. The lights in the arena dim and smoke slowly starts to arise from the platform. Fireworks explode, crossing each other forming an 'A' like before on his earlier promo.]

Sully: Why is he so damn dramatic, JP? Why doesn't he just walk out?!

[Anarkist slowly walks out, adding to dramatic atmosphere. He bows his head down then shouts up as 'Papercut' by Linkin Park hits the PA system and Anarkist confidently strolls down the ramp.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome to the ring, making his return… Anarkist!

[Anarkist climbs over the top rope, into the ring. Joe Foale and Tempest make a hasty exit to the outside of the ring. The bell rings and Foale braves the big guy first.]

JP: Joe Foale is gonna face this monster first! I do not favour his choices.

[Foale slides into the ring and is knocked down by Anarkist who clotheslines the young wrestler. Anarkist sends Foale out of the ring again with a thunderous big boot. Tempest quickly slides into the ring, hoping to get Anarkist off-guard. He clubs Anarkist on the back, but it has no effect on the Canadian. Anarkist slowly turns round to meet Tempest. Tempest backs away, and within a few seconds, is sent flying over the top rope by Anarkist!]

JP: The power of Anarkist is immense!

Sully: He's a frickin' monster! He shouldn't be alowed to wrestle!

[Tempest and Foale get to their feet on the outside, at opposite sides of the ring. Joe Foale slowly climbs back into the ring, a little more cautious than last time. Foale ducks Anarkist's attack and takes him down to one knee with a swift kick to the thigh. Tempest quickly enters the ring and takes down Anarkist with a thunderous dangerous DDT!]

Sully: What a guy! He took down Anarkist… ANARKIST! Phew.

[Tempest swaggers across the ring looking terribly cocky after getting the big guy down. Joe Foale looks angrily over at Tempest and takes 'The Constrictor' down with a clothesline. Foale turns round after knocking Tempest down and comes face-to-face with Anarkist.]

JP: Uh oh!

Sully: This could be over sooner than we thought!

[Anarkist kicks Joe Foale in the gut and lifts him up above his shoulders. Tempest picks himself up and runs towards Anarkist, who has Foale upon his shoulders. Tempest takes away Anarkist's legs, forcing the young Joe Foale to crash down onto Anarkist! Foale holds his chest as he crawls away into the corner. Anarkist gets up to his feet almost immediately. Tempest backs into the corner as Anarkist gains revenge by crashing Tempest's skull into the top turnbuckle.]

Sully: This guy should be locked up! I've said it before and I'll say it again and again and…

JP: Look at the power, Sully!

[Anarkist picks up Joe Foale and hits a hard scoop slam, laying up the inexperienced Foale. Anarkist bounces off the ropes, and as Tempest comes out of the corner, he knocks him down with an unorthodox swinging bulldog! The move takes it out of the both guys, and Joe Foale takes advantage of the situation and climbs the nearest turnbuckle.]

JP: What a match this has been so far, Sully! I love triple threats… anything can happen!

[Anarkist slowly gets to his feet. He turns round just in time to see Foale launch himself off the turnbuckle! Foale lands a perfectly timed cross-body attack onto Anarkist! Joe Foale takes full advantage and makes the cover by hooking Anarkist's leg. The referee counts: 1… 2… strong kick-out by Anarkist!]

Sully: What's it gonna take to keep this guy down, JP?

JP: I don't know, Sully! It's hard enough to get Anarkist down in the first place!

[Before Anarkist can get to his feet, Tempest comes back into the action, dropping an elbow onto Anarkist's gut. Tempest gets up slowly at the same time as Joe Foale. The two men stare at each other angrily. After a few seconds, they decide amongst themselves to gang up on Anarkist.]

JP: it looks like Tempest and Foale are gonna team up against Anarkist!

Sully: This could get interesting!

[Joe Foale goes up onto the nearest turnbuckle as Tempest keeps Anarkist busy with right hands to the face of the Canadian. Tempest steps away and signals for Foale to dive off the top rope. Foale gets his balance and dives off the top, landing a heavy frog splash onto the prone body of Anarkist!]

Sully: Oh man! What impact!

JP: Which man is gonna go for the pin?!

[Foale hooks the leg of Anarkist and the referee gets down to count. Tempest looks down with a look of anger in his eye. He stomps off Joe Foale, breaking up the count. Foale gets up and looks at Tempest angrily. The two begin quarrelling into the corner as Anarkist slowly rises from the attack by Joe Foale.]

Sully: The big man is up! I repeat… the big man IS UP!

[Tempest, oblivious to Anarkist's looming figure, pushes Foale away, and Joe Foale lands right in the opening arms of Anarkist! A surprised Joe Foale gets lifted into the air, with Anarkist's hand grasped tightly around his neck! Tempest looks in disbelief! He tries to escape, but there's nowhere to run; Anarkist has him in his other hand! Anarkist lifts them both up, for a double chokeslam!]

JP: Holy shit! This could be over!

Sully: What is this… FREAK doing!?

[Tempest wriggles around and manages to sneakily kick Anarkist in the groin, forcing the big man to loosen the hold around Tempest's neck: he breaks free! Joe Foale also manages to get free, and holds his neck in pain, trying to gasp for air. Tempest changes his attention toward the helpless Foale. Joe slowly turns round, but is grabbed around the neck, with both hands, from Tempest!]

Sully: Wohoo! Tempest is gonna go for the Epicentre! I love this move!

[Tempest easily lifts up the lighter opponent, and lands him down, completing the 'Epicentre', his finishing manoeuvre! Tempest turns Joe Foale onto his back and goes for the cover: 1… 2… the count is broken up by Anarkist! Tempest looks in fright at Anarkist, who literally scoops Tempest off the floor, onto his shoulders. Anarkist doesn't wait this time, and plants Foale onto the mat with the 'Broken Rule'.]

JP: The crowd is going crazy! They love Anarkist!

[Anarkist casually lays himself over Tempest and the referee slaps his hand down on the canvas: 1… 2… 3! Anarkist stands up slowly with his arm raised up in the air. The crowd are cheering, whistling and waving their banners wildly at the sight of Anarkist!]

Peter Santos: And your winner, through pinfall, Anarkist!

JP: What a big win for Anarkist! On his return to the ring… he put on a spectacular performance. And no sign of that nagging injury.

Sully: Tempest is laid out! He could be dead! Get that… physco… out of the ring!

JP: Sully, you wouldn't be able to spot talent if it came down and hit you in the face! This man is brimming with the stuff!

[Anarkist heads up the ramp, holding his arms in the air with "Papercut" by Linking Park playing on the PA system.]

JP: Wait a minute, what the hell is Joe Foale doing?

[The young Joe Foale has recovered from Tempest's move, and is now standing in the ring with a mike in his hand. The crowd gives mixed reactions for Foale as he begins to speak to Anarkist.]

Joe Foale: Anarkist… listen to me. Tempest is nothing! You beat him for the 1-2-3 - no problem! But, me… ME Anarkist, I'm another matter all together!

[Anarkist has stopped walking and is now looking sadistically into the ring, at Joe, who is avoiding his stare. Foale sweeps back his blonde hair and holds his hurting head. He brings the mike back up and speaks into it.]

Joe Foale: Anarkist… I AM World Championship material, UWF background or no UWF background! Somewhere down the line, we'll meet again. And, it could be for the World Championship! We won't have distractions like Tempest in the match, and maybe... maybe there'll be a different outcome!

[Joe Foale drops the mike and stares right at Anarkist, who stares right back at Joe Foale. 'Papercut', by Linkin Park hits the PA system again and Anarkist stands there for a few seconds, staring into the ring.]

Sully: What is Joe Foale doing?! That idiot is as good as challenging Anarkist!

JP: I admire his guy, Sully. But as the saying goes, 'He's got more guts than brains!"

[Joe Foale turns and stands over the fallen Tempest....he suddenly begins to stamp on the body of Tempest, Anarkist watches on from the entrance ramp as Joe Foale in a fit of rage begins to stomp on Tempest, the mike is still in his hand.]

Foale: Tempest! You ain't ever going to wrestle again....

[A man breaks from the crowd, leaping the barrier and slides into the ring...Joe Foale turns to find that Matt Moore is standing in the ring, "The Maimer" stares right into the eyes of the young Joe Foale, the two mens gaze is locked as Joe Foale drops the mike and the crowd go up as Foale runs at Moore, Anarkist begins to walk down to the ring, sensing an opportunity.]

JP: What is Matt Moore doing out here?

Sully: He's come top save Tempest!

JP: But why?

Sully: You remember their little meeting in the corridor? Well this is the fallout from it.

JP: Oh no, Matt Moore and Tempest joining forces.

["The Maimer" instantly gets the upper hand, his face is patched up after his earlier match and he headbutts Joe Foale and blood trickles from a re-opened wound, the crowd are not getting behind Moore as he begins to beat on Foale. Moore whips Foale into the ropes and as he comes back he hits a huge elbow to the face of Foale, Joe Foale falls to the mat and Moore drops a standing legdrop onto his neck. "The Maimer" leaps to his feet and walks straight into the waiting hand of Anarkist.]

Sully: Oh my god!

JP: Christ!

Sully: It's Easter Monday, surely the Lord can't allow this to happen.

[Matt Moore has a look of fear in his eyes as Anarkist walks forwards, lifting Matt Moore clean off the ground.]

JP: Just look at the brute strength of the man!

[Anarkist roars to the crowd...and then suddenly releases Matt Moore as Tempest comes from nowhere and grabs the leg of Anarkist...Anarkist falls forward and crashes to the mat, Tempest is on him and locking in a reverse chinlock, he shouts something to Matt Moore and Moore goes after Joe Foale.]

Sully: Tempest is back up! Yes!

[Tempest struggles to control the huge beast of Anarkist, but he uses the ropes to keep his hold locked in....Matt Moore meanwhile takes Joe Foale uptop, the two men are brawling on the top rope, Moore gets the advantage and the crowd scream as he DDT's Joe Foale off the top rope! Suddenly "The World's Greatest" by R Kelly hits the PA system and the crowd jeer as Mickino Thompino makes his way down the entrance ramp.]

JP: This is now chaos, and that damn Mickino is coming down.

Sully: "Big Daddy" is in the house!

[Matt Moore turns and Mickino Thompino slowly climbs into the ring, all six feet eight inches of him stands towering over Matt Moore, Moore punches Mickino but it has no effect....Mickino grabs Moore by the neck and then shoves him between his legs, the crowd go wild in anger as Mickino lifts up Moore and sends him sprawling with a huge powerbomb, the ring shakes under he impact.]

Sully: Jesus....I think he might of killed him!

[Tempest is still holding on to the hold which is keeping Anarkist pinned to the mat...Mickino walks over and taps Tempest on the shoulder, Tempest looks up and the huge boot of Mickino comes thudding down on the face of "The Constrictor", the crowd explode again in jeers as "My Sacrifice" by Creed blasts from the PA system and pyro explodes as Iowa witnesses the return...of Insane Wayne!]

JP: Oh god no! It's him, he's back in the MWF again!

Sully: Insane Wayne back in the MWF? How can that be anything but good news....this is great!

[Insane Wayne runs at full speed towards the ring, the crowd throwing missiles at him as he slides under the ropes, Mickino has grabbed Tempest by the hair and hauled him to his feet, he whips Tempest into the ropes and as he comes back Insane Wayne and Mickino charge forward and clothesline Tempest almost out of his boots! Insane Wayne walks over and grabs Joe Foale and tosses Foale as if he was nothing clean over the ropes...Foale goes flying into the first row of the crowd who respond with a crazed set of boos and jeers, Wayne taunts at the crowd. Matt Moore is motionless on the otherside of the ring and Insane Wayne lifts up "The Maimer" and he goes the same way as Joe Foale, on the opposite side of the ring he goes flying into the first row of the crowd. Anarkist is slowly crawling to his feet as Tempest is sent up onto the shoulders of "Big Daddy" Mickino and the crowd boo as Mickino hits his Slam Busta! Tempest crashes onto the canvas and goes rolling under the bottom rope and collapses outside the ring.]

JP: Insane Wayne and Mickino Thompino are making their mark on the MWF tonight, they've destroyed three men!

Sully: It's like a match made in heaven.....now what are they going to do to Anarkist?

JP: Hang on a minute, why didn't they get rid of Anarkist?

Sully: Maybe, oh no, it can't be?

[Insane Wayne gently helps Anarkist up, Anarkist looks confused as Mickino Thompino extends his hand to Anarkist......Insane Wayne does the same.....Anarkist smiles and shakes the two mens hands, the crowd jeering and they jeer even more as Mickino and Insane Wayne still holding onto Anarkist's hands irish whip him into the ropes, Anarkist comes back and takes a huge boot to the face from Mickino. Anarkist stays down and the two big men lean over Anarkist and trash talk.]

JP: I can't believe they just did that to Anarkist...of all people then Anarkist doesn't deserve that.

Sully: He's going to look a little different in the morning, thats for sure!

JP: The alliance of Insane Wayne and Mickino Thompino is proving a dangerous one as we just saw right here on Monday Night Dynamite.

Sully: It's a brilliant team, I can see them going on to do great time, they don't take shit from anyone!

JP: That's for sure JP.

Sully: That stunt they pulled on Anarkist, brilliant!

[The camera cuts backstage and we are in the MWF President's office....the crowd can be heard jeering as the "Canadian Connection" are shown sitting infront of the MWF President's desk, but the MWF President Edward Walker is not sitting on the other side of the desk.]

Toe: Jones, you got any idea why the President wants to see us?

Evans: Yeah, he's going to fire your ass Toe.

[Toe looks shocked.]

Toe: Me? Why?

[Rick Jones and Hart Evans burst out laughing, The Desired Toe looks angrily at the two stable mates.]

Toe: Were you fucking with me?

Evans: Yes....God, you really are as stupid as your name.

Jones: Don't worry Toe, your contract is safe. Ed will want to talk to us about....

[The door suddenly swings open and the MWF President strides in, he has a couple of files with him which he throws into a tray, he sits down on his chair and takes from his draw a bottle of whiskey. He offers it to the "Canadian Connection" but they decline.]

Ed: Glad you could make it gentlemen...

Jones: Just glad to see you again Ed.

Ed: Shall we get down to business?

Jones: Sure...

Toe: Mr.Walker, I have a question!

Ed: Sure Toe, what is it?

Toe: Are you going to fire me?

[Rick Jones and Hart Evans burst out laughing....even Ed raises a smile.]

Ed: No....don't be stupid Toe, but I got a little secret for you.

Toe: Yeah?

Ed: Come closer...

[Toe leans closer...and Ed slaps The Desired Toe across the cheek. Rick Jones and Hart Evans laugh as Toe rubs his cheek.]

Toe: What was that for?

Ed: For being such an idiot!

Jones: Business?

Ed: Ah yes...business....I need you guys to be a shinning example for the rest of this federation. There is too much trash in this place, and I need you guys to be on the ball....I want you watching that ring for the scum of the MWF, and I want you to take them out.

Evans: So we're, say, your henchman?

Ed: Exactly.

Jones: Sounds good to me, so what do we get in return?

Ed: Matches...and Evans and Toe, if you impress me enough I'll be sure to turn your temporary contracts into permanent well paid ones.

[Hart Evans and The Desired Toe smile at the President.]

Ed: There is one job I need you three to do for me above all....

Jones, Evans and Toe: Yes?

Ed: I need you......to, how do I put this....I need you to keep tabs on...my General Manager and my daughter.

Jones: That's not big deal....

Ed: And!

Evans: And?

Ed: I want you to eliminate him....I want you to make his life a living hell.

Jones: God damn, we can do that, that man deserves some shit.

Ed: Thank you, now I'd better be going, God bless Canada for you guys.

Jones, Evans and Hart: God bless Canada!

[The scene cuts back to JP and Sully and the MWF arena, the Iowa crowd are jeering as they've seen the MWF President.]