*As Mayhem comes on the air, "Downfall" by Trust Company hits the speakers and Lamont, dressed in a black business suit, comes down to the ring and asks for a mic, which is given to him. As he starts to collect his thoughts, the fans begin to chant his surname, "Primetime".
Lamont-All right........Im out here for one reason. And this is for Hugh Bristic. Calm down Hugh, you dont have to get off your lazy so called "Ivy League" ass. Just listen, you dig?
*The Crowd goes wild for Lamont as he talks.
Lamont-You said in the days right after Road of Conviction that T Neff, anyone in T Neff's stable, and anyone associated with T Neff would not be considered as an opponent for your IEW title. Now dont get me wrong Hugh, you are good. If you werent, you wouldnt be the champ right now. But you are, so I have to say this Hugh. You are in no position whatsoever to decide who you face and who you dont face. That job belongs to Slayer and Rison.
*The crowd becomes silent in anticipation for what Lamont is about to say.
Lamont-Truly Hugh, you have disrespected T Neff many times, and now you wont give him a chance to fight you, or anyone associated with him................Wait, I know why. You FEAR T Neff Hugh, you are afraid that If T Neff or anyone associated with T Neff would face you for that title, YOU WOULD LOSE. Now I know that you wont give T Neff a shot, becuase as you said you "beat" him.
*At the word beat, the fans chant "Cheater"
Lamont-But I know someone you have not beaten...............................and thats me. Lamont Jackson. Primetime, Baby. So Hugh, If you are the fighting champion you claim to be, you will accept this challenge. Next pay per view, IEW Title on the line, in one corner, The Champ, Hugh Bristic. In the other corner, PRIMETIME LAMONT JACKSON. That is, if you have the balls.
*Lamont pauses as the fans erupt in to a "Primetime" Chant.
Lamont-So Hugh, let me know sometime after Mayhem. Are you Hugh Bristic, the fighting champion? Or are you Hugh Bristic, The Woman who fears T Neff. Now you better dig that, sucka.
*As the fans cheer again, Lamont hands the mic back over and exits ringside.
The scene switches to Beastly Squad in the back in the parking lot near their car, smiling and in seem to be in good sprits as because they are the Number One Contender’s for the tag team titles. Just then from behind, The Directors run in and each slam a chair in the back of their heads as hard as they can. Both members of The Beastly Squad fall down as The Directors keep stomping them and slamming the chairs against their heads. After several strong hits, the chairs are all dents and Beastly Squad are not moving. Johnny then slams the chair hard against the window of their car, cracking the window as he
throws the chair away, in blind rage.
Johnny: Listen you son of a bitches! Time for revenge, time for pay back! You won the match, yeah sure, big damn deal. You don’t even have titles to fight foranyways, cuz we burned the damn things. But we aint’ done with
you, oh sweet Director-ism we ain’t!
The Directors then grab Lion and hold him up as Sister Starlet walks up to him and kicks him between the legs, and swiftly kicks him in the nuts. Lion groans and simply falls back as Sister Starlet spits on him.
SS: I know why you spat when you kissed me, after all, you are down with Beatiality ….sick f*ck!
Johnny then motions for something to come near, and the camera pulls back, and it’s a large hummer, which Reverend Rougeau is driving.
RR: Alright boys, hook them up!
Tommy then grabs Lion’s hands and pulls out a pair of handcuffs and puts them behind Lion’s back, as Johnny does the same for Croc. Then they put another pair of cuffs on the chain between the first pair. The Directors then get a thick chain and wrap it around the back bumper of the hummer. They then lock the spare hand cuffs around the chain. The Directors slap the Hummer and quickly get inside of the hummer as it pulls away, pulling The Beastly Squad along with them, their bare skin grinding against the pavement as the scene fades to black.
JR: Oh my god! What a attack! What are The Directors thinking?
Then all of a sudden, a Hummer pulls out from the curtains.
JR: It’s The Director’s Hummer, I wonder what they did with Beastly Squad.
Soon, JR’s question is answered as The Hummer pulls out, the bloody and beaten bodies of The Beastly Squad are now tied on the hood of the Hummer, bloody and quite badly bruised.
B: Oh my god! Beastly Squad look like they have been beaten all their lives!
The Hummer pulls right close the ring as The Directors get out and smile. They then get in front of the hummer and untie The Beastly Squad, rolling them into the ring. The Directors take the steps and walk in the ring slowly, as Reverend Rougeau steals a microphone, Sister Starlet at his side.
JR: My god, it’s like The Directors are stalking their pray…my god!
Johnny then picks up Croc slowly, the kicks him in the gut and grabs his head and hits a high impact, ¾ neckbreaker, hitting The Climax.
RR: * In a real cheap Steve Evin impression* Crikey! That was a beauty!
Tommy and Johnny force Lion up, as Tommy darts behind him just to slam him back down with a Spinning Fireman’s Carry Slam, AKA The Show Stealer.
RR: What a Show Stealer mate!
Johnny places his foot on Croc’s back and Tommy on Lion’s chest. Reverend Rougeau then takes out a camera from his pocket and takes a picture. The Directors laugh as they shake each other hands.
JR: My god, they are embarrassing The Beastly Squad by acting this all an African Safari! No taste what so ever.
Reverend Rougeau: *Back in his normal voice * Beastly Squad…..prepare for your sacrifice!
JR: What? Sacrifice? What does he mean? What the hell is going on?
B: So many questions, but behold! The answers shall be reviled!
From the ceiling, where The Directors come down from , a
harness and cables
attached to them slowly come down to the ring. Johnny puts it
on the limp body
of Croc , but Tommy pulls out something. He pulls out a black
marker and writes
on Lion’s forehead “TAME”
JR: Again with that insult, my god this has to be degrading for
The Beastly
Squad.
After a couple moments, The Directors then do the “Raise em up”
symbol and
slowly, The Beastly Squad is lifted off the mat and with in
moments, are 20 feet
up in air, still their faces completely bloody and some blood
dripping off their
faces. With Lion’s forehead marked with “TAME”, several members
of the crowd
laugh at Lion. The lights then shut off as spot lights shine
on The Beastly
Squad and also The Directors with Sister Starlet who fall on
their knees and
start to pray in the middle of the ring, with “Requiem for the
gods” starts to
play.
JR: Oh….dear god….People….I can not explain what we are seeing now…..we are seeing….The Directors….on the verge of madness.
B: I like these guys but……damn!
Reverend Rougeau brings the mic to his lips and is all smiles as The Directors and Sister Starlet keep their eyes shut and still go on with praying.
RR: Beastly Squad….this war is over! And The Directors have won! You have never pinned The Directors in a tag match, and you have never made them submit in a tag match. We have defeated you…twice in a tag setting, back to back. But We are now two and two, but this….this proved to you that we will always get you back, no matter what you do, The Directors will always come out on top. Beastly Squad, you lost the war! Face it! You lost! Don’t you ever try to have anything to do with us ever again or you shall only suffer more defeat. Enjoy your time in the spot light, cuz now it’s over bitches!
Reverend Rougeau then throws down his mic with anger as the four members of the Hong Kong Cavilers get back into the Hummer and back away, mockingly waving good bye to The Beastly Squad, who still hang, bleeding unconscious. When the Hummer is gone, several Paramedics run down and wait for the cable to be lowered so they can take Beastly Squad to the nearest Medical Building.
JR: I am still speechless….only The followers of Director-ism would consider this funny or justice….this is just wrong. The Beastly Squad are a fine tag team and now have been made into victims.
B: What happens when you mess with Director-ism.
JR: Well up next are two bright stars, Legend and Leonardo Miamoto
B: Your right, I get the feeling they’ll put on a first class show!
The Mic : Coming down the Isle, weighing in 227 pounds, he is …..LEGEND!!!
"Edgecrusher" by Fear Factory hits the speakers right after the arena lights dim. large amounts of pyro shoots off as the song kicks in, the lights go up and legend walks out, or rather, swaggers out. a smirk on his face, occasionally outstretching his arms and giving the audience a good look at him. Mean while, Leonardo Miamoto is already in the ring, coming in during commercial break.
B: Looks like Leo didn’t even get an intro.
JR: Well I have heard that IEW are trying to save money.
B: Yep, all to give me a raise
JR: You wish
DING DING DING
Legend and Leo tie up as they struggle for control. Legend gets the upper hand and throws Leo into the ropes, and knocks Leo down with a nasty looking clothline. Legend smiles and bounces off the ropes, but gets knocked down to size via Dropkick to the face from Leo. Leo picks up Legend and slams him down with a basic suplex. Leo then slips in for a pin.
1…
NO
Legend kicks out with much strength as Leo is forced off of him. Leo picks up Legend and goes to throw him, but Legend brings Leo back in and gives an elbow to the face, and hooks the head for a ¾ neck breaker, but Leo pushes him away. Legend bounces off the ropes and Leo lifts him up and slams him down with a flap jack. Leo rubs his jaw while Legend gets up from the flap jack. Leo gets on his own two feet and grabs Legend by the head. Leo throws Legend into the corner and Leo comes charging, but Legend gets out of the way and Leo hits the ring post really hard. As Leo stumbles back, Legend rolls Leo for a pin.
1….
2…..
NO!!
JR: What could have ended that match right there!
B: Could have, but didn’t!
Legend shakes his head and picks up Leo grabs his head and turns him around, and drops him with a neck breaker. Leo grabs of his neck and Legend stomps on his neck. Legend is all smiles as he runs to the ropes and back but no longer is he smiling when Leo slams his down with a spine buster. Leo holds his neck, while Legend has the air knocked out of him. After a few seconds , Leo gets up after when Legend does, Leo then charges at Legend and the pair of them go over the top rope. The ref starts to count
1…
2…
3….
JR: They better take this in the ring, we’re already at five and they don’t even seem to care
6….
7…..
The two mean trade strong blows with each other.
8…..
9.
10!! DING DING DING
JR: A double count out?
The Mic: As a result of a double count out, this match is a draw!
JR: So what was this talk about “World class match?” before we went on the air tonight?
B: Shut up, my ability to know world class matches was off okay?
*(The camera switches over to back stage where we see the Directors chilling out in their locker room. They are laughing back and forth to each other and talking about what they did at the PPV when there is a knock at their door. Tommy opens the door and is knocked back down on his back by a double super kick from Dragon and Boca. Johnny jump up and runs at the two with a chair. Boca backs up as Dragon ducks down under the chair and as Johnny goes to swing again, Dragon and Boca connect with a double tailwhip. As Johnny lands on his back on the ground, Tommy slowly gets to his feet. He gets half way up Before Boca kicks him in the gut, spins him around and locks on a reverse powerbomb and as he spins back around, Dragon jumps in and hooks in the front face DDT to complete the Vampire's Kiss. Johnny starts to move as Boca and Dragon grab a chair. As Johnny gets to his knees, Boca and Dragon connect with the conchairto. With both me downa nd out, Boca and Dragon tie them to some chairs. THE walks in with a barrel and some gas as Boca and Dragon slap the Directors ro wake them up. THE then Baracades
the door as Boca and Dragon pull two brand new Tag Team titles from the barrel.)
Boca: Your little stunt at the PPV did nothing but destory the old titles.
(Johnny and Tommy go to say something but notice they are gagged.)
Dragon: Now we have brand new titles for a brand new breed of tag teams.
Boca: You guys were the old breed and now meet the new.
(Boca and Dragon hold the titles in front of the faces of the Directors and smile)
Dragon: Take it all in now you two because this is the closest you will ever get to the titles again.
Boca: There is one last thing we have to do to make this a little more even.
(Boca and Dragon then proceed to dump all the Directors gear, promotional material, and everything else in the room that would be any worth to them into the barrel. Boca then pours the gas into the barrel as Dragon lights a match and throws it in. Evereything in the barrel bursts into flames as Boca and Dragon laugh evilly.)
Dragon: One last thing as well.
(He points to the TV as it plays a scene from the parking lot. The Directors limo is sitting there in one piece and then all of a sudden it explodes sending metal and glass everywhere and leaves behind the frame to burn. The scene cuts back to Boca and Dragon laughing as they break a window and climb out fallowed by THE. Just as they get free, the rest of the HKC rams through the door.)
Jimmy: I guess things between the Twizted Juggaloz and The Directors aren’t settled.
Brutus: Well Jimmy, looks like Dream Man and Gary are standing backstage for a pre match interview.
( The scene cuts back to Gary holding the mic next to Dream Man who is wearing a referee shirt while Wearing his Television Title around his waist with Tanya behind him rubbing the Title. )
Gary: Well Dream Man, I see you are still wearing the Television Title after defending
it against Magnum last week.
Dream Man: Yea, thats right, I am still the champ and I am always gonna be the champ.
Not even Magnum could take this title away from me. That I have proven to the world last week.
Gary: Well it was a DQ but a win is a win. Anyways, onto tonight any reason why you are the special guest ref tonight.
Dream Man: What do I look like a mind read, I have no clue why I am here tonight doing
this, especially in this match, all I know is I don't care who wins, just as long as I get out of here afterwards.
Gary: So you are going to call this down the middle then.
Dream Man: Of course I am, I am an honest man. I always do thing fair. Now if you will
excuse me, I have a match to take care of.
(Dream Man and Tanya walk by Gary as he has that yea right look on his face. )
B: I am along with Gary; I don’t believe Dream Man either. I think he’s a lying sack of shit and nothing close to a human being.
JR: That is rude of you to say, Brutus. Besides I could say the same thing about you as well. Anyways, let’s get on with the match.
[The camera switches to the ring.]
The Mic: This match is a one fall with a special guest referee. First to the ring is the special referee…Dream MAAAAAN!
*Aerosmith's "What kind of love are you on" plays over the PA system as Dream Man comes out into view. Dream Man stops and pulls Tanya out from behind the curtain. While walking down Dream Man shows his body and taunts the crowd because he feels that no one looks better than him in the audience. Dream Man gets in the ring and holds the rope for Tanya, who gets in the typical woman's way. Dream Man then does his posing showing off his ripped body. Tanya, then, steps behind Dream Man and removes the Television title from around his waist after rubbing his body. As Tanya leaves the ring, Dream Man smacks her on the ass.*
The Mic: First to the ring for wrestlers standing hailing from Atco, New Jersey. He stands at 7’1” and weighs in at 318 pounds. He is MAGNUM!
(The arena goes black as "Kashmir" by Led Zepplin starts up. Fog starts to come out of the entranceway and silver lights light up the entrance as Magnum makes his way out from behind the curtain. He is wearing black leather pants with the words Magnum on the right leg. He walks slowly and calmly down to the ring. He gets to the ring and stands there staring at his opponent. After a few seconds, he steps onto the ring, grabs the top rope, puts his right leg on the apron and steps up and over the top rope. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms. He steps back and walks to the corner.)
The Mic: His opponent hailing from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. Standing at 6’2” and weighs in at 245 pounds. He is the fighting magician known as THUNDERCAT!
B: Thunder Pussy up against Fagnum!
JR: Whoa whoa whoa! You can’t say that on tv! Remember this country is more PC then your incoherent mind.
B: So? What more do you want?
JR: A little bit more sense than that! Anyways let’s get onto the match.
[ThunderCat and Magnum face each other in the ring and Thunder Cat knows to keep his guard up because it’s not clear whether Dream Man is going to be fare or not. TC and Magnum lock up in the middle of the ring and Magnum overpowers and pushes TC to the ground and goes for a quick pin but TC kicks out quickly. TC then takes a couple swat punches to the side of Magnums’ head and drops him and then drives a knee to the temple.]
JR: OOOOOF! That had to hurt!
[TC goes for a pin but Dream Man goes to his vale to see if anything is in his eye and Magnum gets out of the pin and backhands TC in the chest. Both men finally start going blow for blow, cheat shot to cheap shot and grapple attack after grapple attack and momentum keeps going back and forth.]
B: Neither side showing any sign of letting up.
JR: This match is getting better and better every moment.
[Magnum finally gains the upper hand again and hits a running ddt on TC and TC stays on the ground feeling the effects from the move and Magnum with the pin.]
1!
2!
Thr..NO!
[TC just has too much fight in him to give up this soon. TC gets up and starts wailing away on Magnum and then hits a backbreaker and follows up with a body slam and body splash combo. TC goes for another pin and Dream Man goes down to count but is sure he has something in his eye and goes to his valet for the check again. Now TC is irate about the incompetence about the ref of the match. TC picks up DM and yells at him while holding onto the collar of DM and sees Magnum run in and snaps Magnum in the nose with a straight punch to the face.]
The crowd: OUCH!
[TC then goes over to the ring post and sets in a figure four around the ring post and it looks like Magnum is about to tap but TC has to break the hold. Magnum is holding his legs and then gets up from the matt slowly. As TC is turning around Magnum comes in with a big boot but before TC can drop Magnum drops TC with a Diamond Cutter.]
The Crowd: Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
[Magnum then calls for his finisher knowing he has the match won. He sets up TC for it and then slams him with the Last Call and goes for an instant pin.]
1!
2!
3!
~Ding Ding~
The Mic: The winner of this match is MAGNUM!
JR: I can’t believe this happened! Technically Dream Man screwed ThunderCat out of this win.
B: Your right there JR. Puss in boots was screwed beyond belief.
*Camera goes to T Neffs Locker room. T Neff can be seen sitting on a bench, with his head looking down to the ground. Vargesko walks in.
Brian-Tom?...........................
*Without looking up, T Neff begins to talk.
T Neff-Is it time?
Brian-You got about 2 minutes man.
T Neff-So here it is. My title match. Boca vs T Neff. Extreme Title, Fargo North Dakota. One fall to a finish.
Brian-Yeah. You nervous?
T Neff-A little, but ill be fine. Boca has never lost to a Rookie, yeah, but its about time that is changed.
*Tom appeared nervous at first, but is becoming confident.
T Neff-What do you think.
Brian-I think Im looking at the next IEW extreme champion, man.
*T smiles.
T Neff-I hope you are right.
*A member of the IEW production team comes in
Man-Excuse me. T, its time.
T Neff-All right. Lets do it.
*Vargesko leaves the locker room with Tom, but goes a different way. Airhart joins up with T as he makes his way to the ramp.
Airhart-Is the plan still in effect? With Brian?
*T smiles.
T Neff-Don’t interfere. I will gain Boca's respect if it kills me. But yeah, Brian is about to be T-Volved.
*They both laugh.
T Neff-All right man, time to fight.
*The scene switches. Downfall walks out of the commissioner's office. He smiles, and walks off. *
Downfall: Thank you Mr. Slayer.
JR: What was that about?
Brutus: We’ll find out soon enough I guess
The Mic: The following contest is a hardcore rules match and it is for the IEW Extreme Championship. Coming to the ring first is the challenger. He hails from the deep south and he weighs in at 235 pounds... T “The Texas Redneck” Neff!
[The arena goes pitch black, and no one can see anything. Then, a big set of pyros go off on the ramp, the whole arena glows red, and T Neff can be seen with his arms raised above his head in a cocky manner. He slowly walks down to the ring with a cocky swagger and a smile on his face. The he enters the ring and more pyros go off again, and the arena returns to normal.]
The Mic: And his opponent hails from Canton, Missouri and he weighs in at 220 pounds. He is the current reigning IEW Extreme Champion..... Boca del Inferno!
[The lights go out and a huge unturned pentagram with a satanic cross in the center bleeds through the black screen. The symbol lasts for a second before it bleeds back through and a Message bleeds through the black screen and appears in blood red. It reads "Welcome to Hell!" The message explodes as "Wait and Bleed" begins to play. At Goodbye, pyro explodes and Boca walks out as a movie of his matches plays over head. He walks slowly to the ring and then slides in. He climbs every single post and holds his arms high and sometimes flips a person off. After the last post he sits atop the turnbuckle and talks to himself. As he waits for the match to start he looks around and whispers like someone or something is watching him.]
*The ref calls for the bell. The two men clash in the middle of the ring. Boca lands a couple of rights to Neff’s face. Boca goes to whip Neff but Neff reverses it. T Neff takes Boca down with a hip toss. Boca gets back up and Neff executes another. Boca gets up and he backs off. Boca and Neff circle each other. They go to lock up but Boca boots T in the gut. Boca clubs Neff with a forearm smash. Boca lifts Neff up and he hits a few more boots to the gut. Boca whips Neff into the ropes and he connects with a standing dropkick. Both men get up and Boca continues the attack with more boots.]
Jimmy: The is a very close match up. These guys are going to give each other a hell of a fight.
*Boca backs Neff into a corner and he lands several knife-edge chops. Boca attempts to whip T into the opposite corner but T reverses it. Neff charges and he crushes Boca with a corner clothesline. Neff drags Boca to the middle of the ring and he lands a couple of hard right hands. T Neff lifts Boca up and he nails a backbreaker. T Neff covers.*
1....
Brutus: The champ kicks out right after a 1 count.
Jimmy: T Neff might want to find out what the word Extreme means.
*Neff gets to his feet and he drags Boca up. Neff hits a European uppercut then he follows it up with a snapmare takedown. Neff bounces off the ropes and he hits Boca in the face with a low front dropkick. Neff picks Boca up and then he throws Boca over the top rope and to the floor.*
Brutus: Now the fun begins!
*T climbs out of the ring and he stomps away at Boca. T picks Boca up and Boca pokes him in the eyes. Boca grabs T by the head and he throws Neff face first into the steel post. Boca takes a moment to recover and then he attacks T with vicious boots to the abdomen. Boca picks Neff up and he puts him in a bearhug. Boca charges at the steel post and he crunches Neff back first into the post. Boca picks T up off his feet and he throws Neff to the floor with a belly to belly suplex. Boca covers.*
1.....
2....
Jimmy: T Neff kicked out right in the nick of time!
Brutus: Now that they’re in Boca’s territory, this match is going to be pretty ugly.
*Boca drags T to his feet and he lands a couple of punches. Boca goes to whip T into the steel steps but it gets reversed. Boca crashes into the steps shoulder first. T grabs Boca and he drags him to his feet. T scoop slams Boca onto the concrete floor. T climbs up on the apron and he looks down at Boca. T flies off and he hits a splash.... but into Boca’s knees! *
Jimmy: T Neff went for a high risk move, and it didn’t pay off for him.
*Boca gets up slowly. Boca kicks T in the ribs as he tries to get up. Boca picks Neff back up and he hits a hard boot followed by a swinging neckbreaker. Boca gets up and he grabs a chair from the timekeeper’s table. Boca waits till T gets to all fours and then he slams the chair across T’s back. Boca rolls Neff over and he covers.*
Brutus: This match is going to be over in a hurry if T Neff doesn’t get his atc together.
1...
2...
thr NO!!
Jimmy: WOW that was so close!
*Boca gets up and he tells the ref that it was a 3, but the ref stands firm. Boca turns back to T Neff. T grabs Boca’s tights and he sends the champ head first into the steel guard rail. T gets up and he flexes his back to work some of the pain out. T goes to Boca and he strangles the man with a cable. T lets go and he lifts Boca to his feet. T pulls Boca in and he takes Boca down with a spinebuster. T grabs the chair and he proceeds to beat Boca down with it. After 4 shots to the back, T rolls Boca over and he covers.*
1....
2...
thr NO!!
Brutus: I think things come slow to those southern people, being inbreds and all.
Jimmy: That’s not right man.
*T gets back up and he kicks away at Boca’s shoulder. T lifts Boca up and he rams Boca shoulder first into the steel post. T rolls Boca back into the ring and then he climbs the ropes. Boca stands up and T Neff hits him with a top rope double axe handle. T covers again.*
1.....
2...
thr
Brutus: Holy crap I thought we had a new champ!
*T gets up and he believes he won it but the ref tells him otherwise. T turns around and Boca clobbers Neff with a spear. Both men are down and out. JR: The first man to his feet gains a distinct
advantage here...
(Suddenly, Downfall slides in the ring, puts Boca up on his shoulders, and nails a spinning Samoan drop.)
Brutus: A Twister! Aunty Em, it's a Twister! JR: Downfall from out of nowhere with a Twister, and now... what's this?
(Downfall flips a coin. It comes up heads. He shrugs to the crowd. He screams to Boca Tails, you lose, bitch" and lays T Neff's arm over Boca. The ref counts...)
1
2
3!!
Brutus: New Champion! A new Extreme champion, all cause of Downfall!!
(A battered and bruised T Neff is holding up the title. Downfall has climbed out of the ring, and grabs a steel chair and a mic from ringside. He tosses the chair into the ring, and T Neff catches it.)
JR: Wait, what is this?
(Downfall climbs back in the ring. T Neff asks what the chair is for. Suddenly, quick as a cat, Downfall superkicks the chair into T Neff's face.)
Brutus: What a shot! A Beast Kick on the chair!!
JR: What is this?!
(Downfall gets on the mic.)
Downfall: Consider this your first title defense, champ.
(Downfall executes a cocky pin on T Neff, one foot on his chest, but it's academic at this point.)
1
2
3!!
Brutus: And another new Champion!!
JR: This isn't about T Neff, Downfall basically screwed Boca del Inferno out of his Extreme Championship!
Brutus: That's right, it's payback for the TLC match. You don't want to mess with the Inner Circle.
(Jason Twisted and Michelle have come out to congratulate Downfall. They walk up the ramp, celebrating with the title. Boca is getting to his feet, and sees what happened. He screams at Downfall, enraged. Boca chases Downfall and Twisted up the ramp. Lamont, Airhart, and Vargesko come down to the ring and to console T Neff, and then Vargesko hugs T. T smiles, then when Vargesko cant see, starts to frown. He then throws him to Airhart, who delivers a clothesline from hell.)
JR-WHAT THE HELL?
B-What is happening?..............
JR-This has to be a mistake.
*The crowd finds out, it isnt a mistake. Brian gets up and gets in Airharts face, and then Airhart kicks Brian in the nuts, the delivers the Pedigree.*
JR-(stunned)
B-O my gosh.
JR-wait, T Neff is being the good guy here and doing the right thing.
*T Neff gets in Airharts face and gives him a menacing look. Then, as Vargesko gets up, T Neff is about to hit Airhart when out of nowhere he delivers Sweet Chin Music to Vargesko.*
JR-WHAT THE HELL! THIS IS NOT RIGHT!
B-And they arent finished.
*Lamont stalks Vargesko, and when he finally gets up, Lamont gives Brian the RKO.*
JR-DRIVE BY! DRIVE BY! O MY GOD WILL IT STOP!
*Airhart, Lamont, and T Neff are leaving the ring when Airhart shoves T Neff. Airhart has a crazed look in his eye.*
Jeremiah-T VON! GET THE TABLES!
*T Neff goes out of the ring to get tables, as Lamont brings 2 ladders and Barbed wire to the ring. Airhart brings gasoline and matches.*
JR-(Shocked)
B-(Frozen and unable to speak)
*Lamont Wraps the Barbed Wire around the two tables, and then stacks them up one on the other one. Then, He sets up the two ladders as Airhart lights the tables on fire.*
JR-SOMEBODY STOP THIS!
B-Im not going to, why dont you try?
JR-Because..........I DONT HAVE A DEATH WISH!
*As they bicker back and forth, Lamont helps T Neff get Vargesko up on one of the Ladders. Jeremiah climbs the other one. Then, T Neff lifts Vargesko up as Jeremiah finishes off the 3-D off the ladders and through the two tables wrapped with Barbed Wire and On Fire.*
JR-O my gosh...............It all makes sense now. That move as I have been told is called T VOLVED!
B-At least they are done now.
*Lamont Helps up T Neff, then Jeremiah, who spits on Vargesko. Then, the three of them leave the ring as EMT's rush the ring.)
JR: You can bet that the feud with the Juggaloz and the Inner Circle isn't over.
Brutus: And it looks like T-Volution had some trash to take out as well. I’d look for these guys to make a real impact in the IEW.
JR- Alright Folks, I have just gotten updated word from the Hospital about Hades and Chaos status's
BB- This doesn’t sound to good everyone and we knew this would happen from result of that match which we all could blame Commissioner Myers for but we won’t because Hades and Chaos wanted it so very badly!
JR- Alright here is the update of Hades, he suffered a serious skull fracture, a broken hand, broken ribs, collapsed lung and various deep cuts and lacerations and of course a broken nose and hand and fractured tibia in his leg. Neck and Back injuries, he has gone through several surgeries to repair is broken body
BB- As for Chaos his injuries are followed he tore his meniscus in his right knee fractured his Femur in his right leg Zygomatic bone in Chaos cheek region of his face, brusied his quadriceps muscle in his left leg, few broken ribs, serious concussion, back injuries, numerous deep cuts and lacerations and so much facial damage causing him to have plastic surgery.
JR- These men have paid for there sins 1,000 fold, what a match it was and will go down in IEW History as the most brutal match of all time!
BB- It has too know one in IEW history left a match with those types of injuries just point out one!
JR- (Shrugs) Alright lets get off this subject its making my stomach turn lets get back to the action at hand! Now, for tonight’s Main Event, Doctor Love squares off against Khrystal Walker for the IEW Intercontinental Championship and I’d say the Doctor might just be a patient himself after Walker gets through with him tonight.
Brutus: No way. That gender bender is no match for the love machine. He’s proved that fact before and tonight will be no different. He’ll use Khrystal to send a message to the Big Dog and show who really is the man around here.
There is a symbol crash as the lead guitar rips in. A huge yellow fireball explodes at the wrestlers’ entrance to emphasize the music change. The lights come on and standing there, dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt is Jaye “The Big Dog” Doyle. Highlights of Jaye Doyle’s career begin to show up on the jumbotron. It starts off with Doyle wrenching in a Sharpshooter on Doctor Love. Then it’s Rizzo getting the Dog Days from Doyle. We see Doyle hitting the Dog Pound on Shotgun. We see him pull Lion down to the mat in a Crippler Crossface. We see Jaye hitting his Dog Days on Crocodile. We then see Doyle hitting the same move on Jason Twisted. Finally we see Doyle hitting his patented Dog Pound on Khrystal Walker. Finally Doyle begins to make his way down to the ring as Chris Cornell begins to sing.
Well I've been watching
While you've been coughing
I've been drinking life
While you've been nauseous
And so I drink to health
While you kill yourself
And I've got just one thing
That I can offer
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me, yeah
(On his t-shirt is written across his chest, "Calm Like A Bomb!” written inside it in neon green. With his SunDog sunglasses on, he slaps the hands of as many hands as he can while approaching the ring.)
Well I'm not a martyr
I'm not a prophet
And I won't preach to you
But here's a caution
You better understand
That I won't hold your hand
But if it helps you mend
Then I won't stop it
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me, yeah
(Doyle gets to ringside and takes a seat in between Jimmy Rollins and Brutus.)
Jimmy Rollins: Speak of the devil and he shall appear. What brings you down to ringside Mr. Doyle?
Brutus: And more to the point, what can send you away? You’ve got no business being down here.
Jaye Doyle: I’ve got plenty of business down here. Doc love has been shootin’ his mouth off, something fierce. He’s called me a chickenshit and called me out for a no holds barred match. I’m just here to accept the challenge and get a birds eye view of what he’s got to offer here tonight against Khrystal Walker.
The Mic: The following contest is a battle for the IEW Interconinental Championship!!! Introducing first the challenger. She stands at 6’8” and weighs in at 275 lbs… “The One Bitch Army” KHRYSTAL WALKER!!!
(The crowd begins to cheer as "Trouble" by Pink plays on the PA. Khrystal is sitting in the Big Pink, her semi truck wrecker. She is driving, as a map of the world is superimposed. A picture of her wrecker is followed by a red line as she drives over the world. Highlights of her career are interposed, as are training shots of her lifting godawful amounts of weight. She stops the truck and gets out. She slams the door, and after an onstage explosion, she appears on the stage, dressed and ready to fight.)
Jimmy Rollins: Khrystal has looked sharp all week and is poised to dethrone Doc Love as IC Champ here tonight.
Brutus: Not bloody likely. No woman is going to get one over on the Love Doctor.
The Mic: Introducing next, at 6’5” and tipping the scales at 255 lbs. He is the IEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!! DOCTOR LOVE!!!
The crowd boos as thousands of foil hearts fall from around the arena and "Doctor Love" by KISS. Multi-colored laser lights dance around the entrance area , then join together to form one large beam striking Doctor Love , with his muscles flexed. He is accompainied to the ring by his wife and valet , Celeste valentine , who is making final touches to his hair. While walking down the ramp , Celeste begins spraying air freshner around the arena , and contiues to do so in the ring while Doctor Love is telling the referee , " Keep your dirty filthy hands off of me throughout the match so I won't have to take another herbal bath!
Jaye Doyle: What a putz. This guy is going to get spanked by Khrystal here tonight. Which means when I finally get my hands on him there’ll be no gold on the line… pitty.
Jimmy Rollins: I don’t like his chances either Big Dog. He hasn’t looked to be on top of his game all week. I can finally wait for you two to lock horns though.
Brutus: You’ll be eating your words before this evening is out, the both of you!
(Love rushes Walker and Walker greets him with a big right. Love ducks the swing and slides in behind Walker. Quick German suplex by Love takes Walker off guard. Love rolls back up to his feet and straddles Walker. Love grabs Walker by the back of the head and begins to pound away on her forehead. Walker musters of the strength and shoves Love off her. Walker struggles to her feet and Love is back on the attack. Love goes for an Irish whip but Walker reverses it and sends Love into the corner. Walker rushes in with an elbow smash but Love ducks out of the way and Walker drives her elbow into the turnbuckle. Walker is in obvious discomfort and turns into a Frankensteiner by Love. Love reaches back and hooks the legs while straddling Walker;
1…
2… and Walker kicks out.)
Jaye Doyle: Look at Love get tossed around by Walker. It looks like a gorilla having his way with a limp banana.
Jimmy Rollins: Well so far I’d have to give the advantage to Love, but it is still early in the match.
Brutus: It’s ALL Love baby. I told you so. Never doubt Brutus or the Love Machine.
(Love goes back on the attack and pulls Walker up by her pony tail. Irish whip by Love to the corner but Walker reverses it. Love hits the turnbuckle hard and staggers back out towards Walker. Walker rushes Love but Love side steps her and hip tosses her into the corner. Walker tumbles into the corner and hooks a leg in the top rope. Walker struggles to get her foot unstuck as Love shakes out the cobwebs. Love approaches Walker and grabs her other foot and hooks it around the top turnbuckle. Walker knows she’s in trouble and is frantically trying to get free. Love grabs onto the top rope for balance and leverage and just begins to stomp Walker landing blows to the midsection, chest, and jaw.)
Jaye Doyle: Love’s a big tough guy with Walker all tied up but when she gets free, he’ll pay.
Jimmy Rollins: Khrystal is the one doing the paying now as she finds her on the wrong end of a tree of woe and a series of boots from Doctor Love.
Brutus: You’re in denial Doyle. What you see here tonight is a preview of when you finally face off with Love yourself.
(Love leaves Walker and heads towards the announcers’ table. As Love leans over the ropes Doyle stands up. Love points to himself and opens his arms as if to say, “You want a piece of this?” Doyle points at Love then does a cutthroat. Love then wipes the sweat from his chest down to his belly and, with both hands, makes to flick the sweat drops in Doyle’s direction. Meanwhile, referee Shane Stevenson unhooks Walker’s feet and lets them flop to the floor. Walker is slow to get up as Love and Doyle exchange taunts. Walker manages to get to her feet as Love turns to face her. Enraged, Walker reaches out and grabs Love by the neck. Walker picks up Love in a Military Press and lets Love fall with a thump. Walker drags Love back up to his feet and hits a belly to belly suplex. Walker slides over and pins Love to the mat;
1…
2… and Love kicks out.)
Jimmy Rollins: Love lost his concentration and it’s cost him as Walker has taken over the momentum here. Just one slip and it looks like it’s cost Love. Walker is certainly making the best of that window of opportunity.
Brutus: Jaye distracted the Doctor. Love was in total control until the Big Dog distracted him. Stevenson should remove you from ringside. You’ve got no business being here Doyle and you know it.
Jaye Doyle: I did nothing Brutus. Walker just took an opportunity created by Love’s ego, and made the best of it.
(Walker drags Love up and whips him off the ropes. Big boot by Walker and Love goes down hard. Another cover by Walker;
1…
2… and Love kicks up again. Walker drags Love back up to his feet. Quick rake to the eyes by Love and Walker is stopped in her tracks. Love takes Walker down with a DDT and Walker is out. Love is hurt, though, and is slow to retake the initiative. Love struggles back up to his feet and drags Walker back up. Irish whip by Love. Love off the ropes himself and levels Walker with a Clothesline from Hell. Love drapes himself over Walker for the cover;
1…
2…
thr… and Walker struggles to kick out.)
Jimmy Rollins: Love has taken back control over this one and Walker is starting to fail. It looks like the champ is on his way to another successful title defense.
Brutus: The champ is back on top. No surprise there, and you’d better take notes, Doyle, ‘cause you’re next.
Jaye Doyle: Shut up Brutus or you’ll be next!
(Love looks up and jaws with the referee about a slow count. Love gets back up to his feet and drags Walker back up. Side Russian Leg Sweep by Love. Love being very methodical now and he pulls Walker back up to her feet. Heartbreaker by Love and Love goes for the cover;
1…
2…
thr… and Walker just gets a shoulder up. Love is beside himself and he complains once more about a slow count. Love continues to give Stevenson the evil eye as he pulls Walker back up to her feet. Love goes for another suplex but Walker blocks it. Love goes for it again but Walker blocks it again. Walker then delivers a knee to the midsection then hits a quick DDT of her own. Both competitors are down and the referee begins to count them both out…)
Jimmy Rollins: Love lost his focus yet again and Walker has capitalized one more time. The she phenom has nailed Love with a solid DDT.
Brutus: If that referee could only count to 3 this thing would be over!
Jaye Doyle: Jesus Brutus, between the referee and myself the poor old Doctor doesn’t have a chance. Does he come with an off switch Jimmy?
(Love is up first and is off the ropes as Walker gets to her feet. Spinning powerslam by Walker as she catches Love off the ropes and she hooks the leg;
1…
2… and Love kicks out. Walker helps Love back up to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Love ducks a clothesline by Walker and is off the ropes again. Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker drop by Walker and she takes the wind out of Love’s sails. Walker quickly drags Love back up to his feet and sets him up for a powerbomb. Cherry Bomb by Walker and she floats over for the cover… Walker waits then looks up to see Celeste Valentine showing referee Stevenson her ASSets. Walker is livid and slams the mat as she gets up and approaches Celeste. Celeste sees Walker coming and hops down off the ring apron.)
Jimmy Rollins: That dirty hussy! That was it! That was the match! Khrystal Walker should be our new champion!
Brutus: It’s not our fault Stevenson knows a REAL women when he sees one. Besides, you can’t blame Love for covering his ass.
Jaye Doyle: Now if only Celeste would cover her ass! Not to worry though, when I get Love in the ring there’ll be no Celeste and no way out. It’s just Love and the Big Dog, and if he can’t manage to best Walker, he’s in a whole lot of trouble when his opponent is the most technically proficient wrestler of all time.
(Walker leans over the ropes and shouts at Celeste to watch herself. Love rights himself and sees Walker going after Celeste. Love rushes Walker as Walker turns back to the ring. Walker ducks and back body drops Love over the top rope and down to ringside. Stevenson tries to prevent Walker from following but to no avail. Walker hops down to ringside and rushes Love, knocking him flat with a running knee lift. Walker grabs Love by the head and tosses him into the ring steps. Walker drags Love back up to his feet and drags him over to the announcers’ table. Walker slams Love head first into the table. Walker rolls Love up onto the table and Walker climbs up herself.)
Jimmy Rollins: Walker and Love are battling tooth and nail here but this match is about to go too far.
Brutus: Come on Stevenson, get control of this one and count them out!
(Walker sets Love up for a piledriver but Love reverses it with a back body drop and both competitors fall hard as the table collapses. Love struggles back to his feet as does Walker. Love grabs Walker by the back of the head and slams her into the ring apron before rolling her back into the ring. Love slides back into the ring and is greeted to a standing Walker. Walker winds up with a left but it’s blocked by Love. Love lands a stiff chop to the neck that stops Walker in her tracks. Love lands another stiff chop to the neck and Walker drops like a ton of bricks. Love stays on the attack and goes for a figure four leg lock. He hooks it in and Walker is in trouble.)
Jaye Doyle: Love is actually wrestling. I can hardly believe it.
Jimmy Rollins: A figure four leg lock in the middle of the ring and things aren’t looking good for Khrystal Walker.
(Love has a figure four hooked on Walker and is really applying the pressure. Walker is almost pleading to the referee in pain. Love is gritting his teeth with the strain as he tries to end the match. Walker shakes her head and begins to inch her way to the ropes. Walker is overpowering Love as she crabwalks her way to the ropes. Walker is almost there when Love applies the hold with renewed vigor. Walker lets her back fall as she absorbs the pain. The referee makes the count;
1…
2… and Walker gets back up on her arms. Walker takes a swing at Love but misses. Love dodges and is forced to release some pressure on the hold allowing Walker to finally struggle to the ropes.)
Brutus: Love is in total control here and I sense the end is near for one Khrystal Walker and her hopes of becoming the IEW Intercontinental Champion.
Jaye Doyle: He’s in control for now but his loss of focus yet again, has allowed Khrystal to break the hold.
Jimmy Rollins: The hold has been broken, but Love’s momentum hasn’t and he’s back on the attack as we speak.
(Love drags Walker up and hits a belly to belly suplex, placing Walker in the middle of the ring. Love gets back to his feet and crawls out onto the apron. Love goes up to the top and glares over at Doyle. Love points at Doyle then gives him the thumbs down before going for a corkscrew elbow. Walker rolls out of the way and Love hits the canvas hard. Both combatants are down and this match looks over. Walker and Love both struggle back up to their feet. Big right by Love. Big right by Walker. Another right by Love. Another right by Walker. Love goes for a third but Walker blocks it and hits a third of her own. Walker hits a fourth and a fifth and Love is on rubber legs. Walker whips Love off the ropes and hits a sidewalk slam.)
Brutus: Damn it! You’ve distracted Love again! Now look what you’ve done!
Jaye Doyle: I’m just sitting here you dim whit! Love just can’t focus on the task at hand and that’s not my problem. He’s gonna lose that goddamn belt though!
Jimmy Rollins: At this rate he just might and I guess that doesn’t bode well for your accepted challenge, but it certainly bodes extremely well for one Ms. Khrystal Walker!
(Walker gets up slowly and drags Love back up too. Irish whip off the ropes by Walker and she catches Love with a clothesline from Alaska and Love goes down hard. Walker drops on Love for the cover;
1…
2…
thr… and Love just squeezes a shoulder up. Walker drags Love back up to his feet and hoists him up in a torture rack. Walker wrenches in the hold and Love begins to scream in pain. Walker then swings Love around into a neckbreaker and covers Love again;
1…
2…
thr… and Love just barely manages to kick out. Walker drags Love back up to his feet and levels him with a short arm clothesline. Walker drags Love back up one more time and sets him up for a suplex.)
Brutus: No! No! NO!!!
Jaye Doyle: Yes. Yes. YES!!!
(Shattered Khrystal Driver and Walker covers and hooks the leg. The referee slides into position to make the count;
1…
2… Celeste hops up onto the ring apron but to no avail
3!!!)
Jimmy Rollins: SHE’S DONE IT! SHE’S DONE IT! KHRYSTAL WALKER IS THE NEW IEW INTERCONINENTAL CHAMPION!!!
Brutus: I can’t believe it. This isn’t fair. The odds were stacked against Doctor Love from the get go tonight. Jaye Doyle at ringside was an unfair advantage for Khrystal Walker.
(The referee hands Khrystal and she hugs it tight as her arm is raised. As Khrystal slides out of the ring and begins to walk up the ramp amidst the cheers from the fans, Celeste slides in to comfort Doctor Love. Doctor Love is none to happy and catches the eye of Doyle who begins to laugh at his loss.)
Jimmy Rollins: I can’t believe it. Khrystal Walker is our new IEW IC Champion, and after YOU guaranteed a Love win here tonight Brutus.
Brutus: I don’t know who’s worse Jimmy, you or that big mouth, Jaye Doyle. Mark my words Jimmy, this is far from over. Love will have his revenge on Walker and he’ll use the Big Dog to make an example!