[Opening credits]

Charlie Watkins – Ladies and gentlemen, live from the TD Waterhouse Center, in Orlando, Florida, this is Sunday Night Shockwave. I’m Charlie Watkins and with me as always is Terry Hogan.

Terry Hogan – We’re one week removed from a spectacular Pay Per View, Charlie. And there’s a lot of scores to be settled tonight.

Charlie Watkins – That’s right. "The Kid" Billy Rock takes on former fellow Regulator "Luscious" Lawrence Rhodes, Kevin Steele challenges the Quasar Champion, the Ghost from Nowhere, and Justin Arcola takes on The Russian Bear.

Terry Hogan – I can’t wait.

[Cut to: the parking lot, where a very familiar looking man is entering the building, using a cane and walking with noticeable difficulty.]

Charlie Watkins – Who’s that?

Terry Hogan – I don’t know, but I swear I’ve seen him somewhere before.

[Cut back to: ringside. "Morphine" by Michael Jackson blares throughout the arena as the fans jump to their feet. After a few moments of cheering, the massive 6'7", 400 pound wrestler walks out with a microphone in his left hand, and a look of disgust on his face. A few of the SWL's younger fans rush up to the security railing to get a chance to touch "Big D", but Devastation slaps their hands away and yells at them. He continues the long walk down the aisle and steps over the top rope as he enters the ring. Devastation walks over to a corner of the ring as the fans let out an audible boo. He climbs the turnbuckle and looks out into the capacity crowd. After taunting a few fans, Devastation steps to the middle of the ring to address the SWL faithful.]

"Big D" Devastation - I didn't come here tonight to let some punk kids come out here & snap a few photographs with myself... I didn't come out here so that the woman here at ringside could stare indefinently at my incredibly large body... And I definently didn't come down here to look a camera in the eye and say a few nice words! I took a plane down here to Orlando tonight to get a few things off of my chest!

[The crowd becomes almost silent as they listen with an open mind.]

"Big D" Devastation - Almost 2 months ago, I first entered an SWL ring and took on some scrub known as T-Dog. I showed off a couple of moves and eventually beat the pansy boy in only a couple of short minutes. It was then that I had a man approach me and talk to me. The man said that I was truly impressive... He said that I had the ability to be a man that every fan of the Federation... He said that I could even star in Pay-Per-View matches... Then the truth came out! "Big D" would come out on a ShockWave card and put on a stellar performance, only to "lay down" in the end. It didn't matter who the wrestler was... Doctor Love... Not Applicable... The result was the same. Pinfall, a loss, and total disgrace.

[The crowd continues to be quiet while Devastation steps back for a moment and hangs his head down low.]

"Big D" Devastation - And the worst part about it all is that the fans here in the SWL did absolutely NOTHING! I The fans never cared that I was helping to build the legacy of Not Applicable! Nobody cared that I was laying down to help other SWL wrestlers advance in their career! IT NEVER MATTERED TO ANY OF YOU!!! If it wasn't for me laying down for N/A at "Unfamiliar Territory", then he might not have had the opportunity to once again wrestle to become the #1 Contender to the Spotlight Championship! That's right! It was all because I layed down! I have been on my back for 2 months helping to carry this company out from the slums it was in!

[The jam packed crowd gives a very strong boo that almost shakes the foundation of the arena.]

"Big D" Devastation - But from now on, things are going to be changing around here. This man isn't going to be laying down for anyone! If anyone wants to beat me, then they are going to have to beat me fair and square! I REFUSE TO LOSE!!! I weigh an impressive 400 pounds! There isn't a man around here that can take me off of my feet in a fair fight! It's a whole new ball game here in the SWL and I feel sorry for the first man that decides to step in front of me! I guarantee that the next man I see will be picked up straight into the air and placed on my right shoulder! I will then run forward and drive every pound of my body into him as I power bomb him to the mat! It's called "Devastator"... And I feel like "devastating" the competition!

[As the last words come out of Big D's mouth out of nowhere Johnny Spades slides into the ring and smashes Big D with the World title making blood flow from a deep gash on his forehead. Johnny Spades stands over him. A look of fury and satisfaction written across his face. Spades receives a mic then once again stands over a very bloody Big D.]

Spades: You are the future of this company Big D. You "Layed down" for people. I think your getting confused my friend. I sat in the back and have listened to you ramble on for MONTHS about how your so great. About how that guy beat me by luck and this guy cheated. Well Big D guess what my friend, today is your lucky day. You say your sick of lying down. You think your that good Big D then next Sunday. Next Shockwave big man. You versus me for the SWL World Heavyweight title. Don't worry about lying down either Big D cause I promise you and all these idiot fans that I will PUT you down. Let's see how good you are big man. Next Sunday your @ss belongs to the champ.

[Spades drops the mic then gives a few kicks to a just getting to his hands and knees Big D. Spades holds his heavyweight title high then exits the ring with a evil grin.]

Terry Hogan – Can you believe it?

Charlie Watkins – "Big D" has earned himself a shot at the World Title next week.

Terry Hogan – What an opportunity for the big man.

Charlie Watkins – Well folks, we’ve got some new talent to showcase this week. Let’s start with Jack Mannon.

Anna Dea – Our next contest is a standard match. Coming down the aisle, fresh from his win over Terry Terry Hogan at Unfamiliar Territory, Johnny Wonderful.

(Johnny Wonderful looks confident as his makes his way towards the ring. He makes his way over to the broadcast table and taunts Terry Hogan who tries his best to ignore him, before sliding into the ring).

Charlie Watkins – Don’t you want to speak to him?

Terry Hogan – I don’t want to have anything to do with Johnny Wonderful. He just got lucky.

Charlie Watkins – Whatever.

Anna Dea – And his opponent, from Pensacola, Florida and weighing in at 325lbs, making his SWL debut, Jack Mannon.

("Hemorrhage (in my hands)" by Fuel Plays over the PA system as Jack Mannon, wearing a random colored Jack Mannon T-shirt and a pair of Jeans, and he has on Reeboks on his feet as he walks down the aisle).

Charlie Watkins – It will be interesting to see how this newcomer shapes up as he tries to end Johnny’s winning streak.

Terry Hogan – Winning streak? I hope that Jack tears him apart.

(The bell rings and the two men circle each other before entering a collar and elbow tie-up. Mannon backs Wonderful into the corner and the referee asks for a clean break. Mannon backs off but Wonderful rakes him in the eyes).

Terry Hogan – (standing up) Dirty move, disqualify him.

Charlie Watkins – Will you calm down?

(Wonderful delivers two shoulderblocks in the corner before attempting to Irish whip Mannon. The newcomer reverses it and as Wonderful rebounds from the turnbuckles, Mannon delivers a thunderous clothesline that sends Wonderful spinning 360 degrees. Mannon bodyslams him and then turns around and salutes the crowd which cheer for him.)

Charlie Watkins – The newcomer looking more impressive against Johnny Wonderful than you did.

Terry Hogan – Shut up.

(Mannon delivers several right hands to Wonderful skull before throwing him over the top rope to the outside. Terry Hogan goes to attack Wonderful but is held back by the referee. Mannon whips Wonderful into the ring steps and then signals for the end. Wonderful is tossed back under the bottom rope and Mannon climbs to the top rope. The referee re-enters the ring as Mannon delivers a top rope legdrop across his fallen opponent’s chest. He then makes the cover…1…2…3).

Anna Dea – The winner of this match…Jack Mannon.

(Hogan stands up and applauds Mannon as he celebrates his victory in the ring).

Charlie Watkins – Sit down, Terry. You’re embarrassing yourself.

[Outside the confines of the arena, drizzle spreads a slick skin over the parking lot. Muffled thunder is the soundtrack for an already grim night. Two bright headlights watch through the needles of the rain, and as the beams move forward we can make out the body of a black Ford Silverado. The wheels creep to a stop, the motor calms, and the driver's side door swings outward. Out of the truck steps "The Kid" Billy Rock as the belly of the arena growls with a craving for the former SWL World Heavyweight Champion. Beads of rain drip from The Kid's shades and dampen his hair as he hoists the handle of a bag over his shoulder. As he walks across the lot, President Brian Williams makes an appearance, stepping in front of him. The Kid stops, but he looks far beyond the man in front of him.]

Brian Williams - Billy, you and I have been around the block, more than a few times. I didn't know who to trust. Turns out that b*tch Steph decides to screw me over once again. I'm coming out right here to apologize to you. Let's let bygones be bygones. I'm sure you have made some mistakes in your life. I've made one in the past couple weeks, not trusting you. If you would forgive me, I am sure we can make those two pay and make....

[The Kid has lost interest. He steps forward, bumping the shoulder of President Williams, and continuing his trail toward the arena. The camera cuts back to ringside.]

Terry Hogan – Wow.

Charlie Watkins – The Kid showing absolutely no respect to the President. Well, scheduled right now is the Oklahoma Lynch Mob!

[...Joe Dean and J.W. Rogers slide into the center of the ring, both proceed to rip the belts that were fastened snuggly around their waist and throw them to the canvas. J.W. removes a mic from the inside of his duster focusing dead locked on the camera. Just as it appears he is about to speak he pauses turning to Joe Dean. Both in unison remove their black dusters throwing them out of the ring. The Lynchmob stands in ready wrestling attire, J.W. lifts the mic back to his mouth and then begins to speak to the boys in back...]

J.W. Rogers: Alright, play time is over. The Lynchmob is here, the belts are here, now which one of you cowards are going to be the first to come to the ring and take their medicine. I don't care if we have to stand here all night the Oklahoma Lynchmob is going to kick some ass! Williams, I know your back there. You better start rallying the troops, and find a lamb to send to the lions because if you don't their is going to be hell to pay.

[...Joe Dean walks back and forth popping his fist into the palms of his hand almost impatiently waiting on someone to make an entrance. J.W. is seen looking towards the curtian, his eyes darting around the arena watching all possible entry points...]

Joe Dean Rogers: Well bubba, I don't recon that anyone has got the testicles to come out here and do something so I recon we gotta go pick a fight then.

J.W. Rogers:  Let's do it....

[...The Lynchmob picks up their belts and exits the ring, heading towards the back...]

Charlie Watkins – I don’t like the sound of that.

Terry Hogan – You don’t like the sound of anything.

[Cut backstage, where the camera is following the mysterious man from before. He is still limping. The cameraman gets ahead of him and turns the camera around so that we get a look at his face. There is an immediate reaction form the crowd.]

Terry Hogan – Charlie, look!

Charlie Watkins – It’s GRINNIN!!!

Terry Hogan – The Grinman is back!

Charlie Watkins – This night just keeps picking up steam. First we set a huge title match and now this. Well, right now, we’re going to take a look at another newcomer, Scott Storm.

Anna Dea – The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Coming down the aisle, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 250 pounds, Scott Storm!

[The lights dim across the arena and pyrotechnics explode near the entranceway. "Coma America" by Amen starts up and as it builds, the anticipation grows throughout the audience. After several seconds, Scott Storm steps through the curtains. He is dressed in red/white wrestling tights and is wearing a cut-off T-shirt that reads "The Revolution Is Coming - The Storm Has Arrived". He has short, blonde hair and he is wearing a pair of black shades. Storm makes a slow walk down towards the ring, allowing himself to soak in the cheers. As he reaches the ringside, he takes once last look across the audience before sliding in underneath the bottom rope. He then proceeds to climb up to the second turnbuckle and salutes the crowd. He also flexes his biceps and kisses them before taking off his shades and throwing them into the crowd. Storm finally climbs back down and prepares for his match.]

Anna Dea – His opponent, from Washington, DC, one half of the Squad, Tank!

[A drumbeat sounds as Tank makes his way to the ring.]

Charlie Watkins – We’re getting a chance to see this newcomer in action tonight.

Terry Hogan – I’ve heard good things about this kid.

[The bell rings and Storm and Tank lock up. Storm applies an arm wrench and pulls down hard on it. He steps over the arm and turns it into a modified top wristlock. Tank gets up and Storm executes a chicken-wing suplex.]

Charlie Watkins – Nice move.

[Storm whips Tank into the ropes and powerslams him. He comes off the ropes with a running knee drop. Storm goes for a pin but only gets two. Storm applies a front facelock and hits a double-arm DDT. He signals to the crowd.]

Charlie Watkins – This one could be over quickly.

Terry Hogan – What do you want, a twenty minute marathon? This kid is showing us some impressive stuff.

[Storm picks up Tank and goes behind him with a waist lock. He reaches between Tank’s legs and grabs his arm. He lifts Tank into a pump handle powerslam.]

Terry Hogan – Beautiful.

Charlie Watkins – He calls that the Eye of the Storm.

[Storm makes the pin…1…2…3!]

Anna Dea – Here is your winner, Scott Storm!

Charlie Watkins – And the newcomer looks very impressive tonight.

[Cut back to backstage. Richard Starr is in the waiting room outside the SWL main office. Dressed in street clothes, he is arguing with the secretary.]

Secretary: I’m sorry, Mr. Starr, but Mr. Williams is busy at the moment. Would you care to make an appointment?

Starr: I don’t care if he’s busy! It’s bad enough Steele and I were ripped off in the past couple of weeks, but now he’s not even giving us singles matches? C’mon! Either of us is capable of beating Applicable if we’re given a fair match. But based on his tainted wins over us, he’s put near the top of the ladder of the Spotlight title contenders, while we aren’t even given a chance to put a foot on the rung.

Secretary: I’m sure when Mr. Williams has more time...

(The door opens and a young man bursts out of the office, slamming the door behind him. Tall and thin, he somewhat resembles Pierce Brosnan. Visibly upset, he throws a folder and a VCR tape into the wastebasket.)

Man: That’s it, I give up! Nobody wants me! He wouldn’t even look at my tape! (He storms out of the room. Starr looks curiously towards the wastebasket, then reaches in and grabs the folder and tape.)

Secretary: You can’t do that. Those items belong to the SWL.

Starr: Really? Well, to me it looks like the SWL doesn’t want them very much. (Opening the folder, he walks out the door. The camera cuts back to ringside.)

Charlie Watkins – What could Starr be talking about?

Terry Hogan – Maybe we’ll get the chance to find out. He’s scheduled next, right after we hear from Kevin Steele.

[The lights go down and the techno beat of the Phantom of the Opera blares over the speakers, and on the stage, firebombs begin going off on one side and the then the other.. left to right, alternating sides.* *Smoke starts to filter up through the stage, and the firebombs continue, as Kevin Steele, his trademark black leather jacket and torn jeans, and Melina Vantadar, in her normal grey fleece sweater and tight jeans, steps onto t he entrance ramp.* *Kevin looks around the crowd, and raises his arms into the air. Before he makes his way down the ramp, he looks back through the entrance way, and then walks calmly down the aisle.* *Kevin rolls under the bottom rope, and holds the bottom rope down for Melina to step through in the corner. Kevin takes a mic from the Announcers, and he looks around slowly...*]

Steele - "You know... the longer this week has gotten, the more pissed off I have gotten! Not only did those bastard hicks stick their nose where it didn't belong, but they cost me the Spotlight Title! But that isn't what makes me the most dangerous man in the SWL right now!"

[*Kevin walks around the ring a bit... rage filling him slowly...*]

Steele - "What makes me the most deadly, most dangerous, most unpredictable man in the SWL right now, is that those bastard hicks took away my perfect history! For MONTHS, I have come out here, and fought the best of the best, and never ONCE, had I been pinned to the mat!!! Lynchmob, you took that away from me! You took the one thing I had in this Federation, and basically, you have signed your life over the reaper boys!!!" "If I see hide or hair of you dumb redneck bastards, I swear to you, in this ring, before all fo the thousands of fan in attendance,and the millions watching around the damned world, THAT YOUR ASSES ARE MINE!!!" "There will be no more vigilante justice! There will be no more Lynchmob hangings! There will be no more Tag Team Champs! I promise you Lynchmob... You got into the wrong damned den of LIONS last week at Unfamiliar Territory!! You done fucked with the wrong man now boys, and the day will come that I will find you and tear you both limb from limb!!" "Now... Until then, there will be hell to pay for more than the two of you dumb ass rednecks! Nakita Morozov! You took a cheap win boy! you took a win, and my belt, and my perfect record, because you had help from some of the meanest son of a bitches this sport has ever seen!" "You think this is over? You think you will survive this Morozov? You think for one damned minute that you will get clean away with my damned belt??? If you do you are sure blinded by the Championship! That damned belt was so important to you Morozov!!! Well you got it now! And everything that comes along with it! Prepare yourself to be be hunted boy! there will not be match you have, that I will not show up for! Every week you will feel the fire and fury, and all the rage and anger I have building inside of me. That you can look forward to!" "Now tonight... Ghost From Nowhere! If this match can possible stay between you and me, then you have a hell of a long night ahead of you! I am now the most dangerous man in the SWL, for soooo many reasons! I am looking to prove myself, and you are it. You are my test Ghost. You have become my target in liu of getting a shot at Morozov, and without the ability to those damned rednecks in their own battle field..." "You are the one who I have to take all of this rage and anger out on! I tell you just like i told Jason Blake and the rest of the men who are no longer with us here in the SWL... there isn't a damned thing you can do tonight to save your ass! You are all mine, and I want to destroy you! There is nothing that can stop me, and there is nothing that can stop me from taking what is yours, and showing the world that Morozov taking my belt was nothing more than a fluke!" "Now.. Tonight, I am going to be sitting right there...." [*Steele points to a front row area that is empty of people not far from the Announcers table.*]

Steele - "Should Lynchmob show up tonight, and make good on their promise, that they will come to the ring and accept all challenges, You had better believe, that even if i have to get into this all by my damned self I am stepping into the ring with the both of them, and it is gonna be time for a little sweet revenge!"

[Steele climbs out of the ring, followed by Melina Vantadar, and climbs over the railing to his seat for the night. ]

Terry Hogan – What’s he thinking? He can’t just come out here and sit in the front row?

Charlie Watkins – I guess he’s going to make sure to prevent any interference tonight.

Anna Dea – The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Coming down the aisle, at a total combined weight of 634 pounds, the team of Komodo and Kiyomori Shogun, Eastern Dynasty!

[The arena goes pitch black and an eerie chill goes across the arena. Smoke begins to fill flood the entranceway. "BOOM" The theme music from the Bruce Lee Story begins to play as Darin Smith comes out. He is followed by the massive Komodo and Kiyomori. Smith is dressed in business attire while his team is dressed in feudal Japanese attire. It is a slow methodical walk to the ring and when the finally get to the ring they disrobe and wait patiently for the match.]

Anna Dea – Their opponents…introducing first, from Summerside, Prince Edward Island, Canada, weighing in at 248 pounds, Richard Starr!

[The fans look toward the entrance ramp as "Thunder" by AC/DC blasts from the sound system. Nobody emerges as the opening instrumental plays, and the audience is growing restless. Suddenly, just as the first chant of "thunder!" is heard, Richard Starr exits the pipe and stands on the ramp, looking over the crowd. He is wearing silver tights, with his last name written in blue down each pant leg. His shin-high boots are navy blue. He is wearing a pair of armbands, on one is the phrase "Made in Canada" and on the other is a red maple leaf. After a long moment, Starr drops to one knee and pumps his left arm several times. He jumps back to his feet and walks toward the ring, clapping the outstretched hands of the fans. He jumps to the ring apron and vaults over the top rope. As he lands inside the ring, he spins in a circle with his arms raised in the air. Coming to a stop, he rips off the arm bands and throws them into the crowd.]

Anna Dea – His partner, ["Open your Eyes" by Guano Apes starts to play over the PA system.] hailing from Chicago, Illinois, and weighing in at 263 pounds… here is… JOHN STEEEEELE!!!

[Steele parts the curtain to a roof-shaking ovation. He is wearing his usual ripped blue tights, along with a black leather jacket with the Statue of Liberty printed on the back. He is wearing his American flag bandana, and has a look of sheer intensity etched into his face. He makes his way down to the ring fairly slowly, slapping some high fives with the fans as he goes. He pauses to give his bandana to a young fan in the front row, before rolling into the ring. He removes the leather jacket, and starts stretching in the corner, anxiously awaiting the opening bell.]

Charlie Watkins – The newly founded team of Richard Starr and John Steele make their debut tonight.

Terry Hogan – That’s right. It’s also a golden opportunity for Eastern Dynasty to put a stop to their losing streak. Let’s see what these two teams can do.

[Kiyomori and Steele lock up. Steele delivers several forearm shots and forces Kiyomori into the ropes. He Irish whips Kiyomori. Kiyomori ducks a clothesline from Steele and comes back with a head scissors takedown. Kiyomori goes for a hurricanrana but is hotshot off the top rope by Steele.]

Charlie Watkins – Kiyomori’s the smallest man in the match. He has to take chances, but sometimes they don’t pay off.

[Steele drags Kiyomori into his corner and tags Starr. Steele holds Kiyomori while Starr delivers an ax handle smash off the second rope. Starr delivers a vertical suplex to Kiyomori and goes for a pin. Kiyomori kicks out at one.]

Terry Hogan – It’s way too early.

[Starr gives Kiyomori a DDT and tags Steele. Steele enters the ring and lays the boots to Kiyomori. He whips Kiyomori into the ropes and back drops him. He drops an elbow on Kiyomori and goes for a pin. Kiyomori barely escapes. Steele makes the tag to Starr.]

Charlie Watkins – We’re seeing great tag team work from these two.

Terry Hogan – And look where they’ve got Kiyomori: right in their corner.

[Starr whips Kiyomori into the corner. Kiyomori climbs the ropes, displaying incredible balance, and flies off with a shooting star press. Kiyomori begins to crawl to his corner as Starr gets to his feet.]

Terry Hogan – They don’t want Komodo to get the tag.

[Kiyomori tags in Komodo, who comes into the ring like a house afire. Komodo delivers big right hands to both his opponents and military presses Steele, tossing him into Starr. Both men go down. Komodo goes to hook Starr into a belly-to-belly, but Steele chop blocks him. Steele and Starr both flank Komodo and wait for him to get up.]

Charlie Watkins – What are they getting ready to do?

[Steele and Starr deliver simultaneous superkicks that stagger the big man. Starr calls the shot and they both deliver high dropkicks that knock him out of the ring. They immediately drag the beaten Kiyomori into the ring from the apron.]

Terry Hogan – The ref’s given up. He doesn’t have a chance at controlling this.

[Steele lifts Kiyomori into a powerbomb. Starr grabs him in a reverse neckbreaker position and they both drive him into the mat hard.]

Charlie Watkins – What a beautiful move!

Terry Hogan – I don’t think Kiyomori can get up from it.

[Steele makes the pin…1…2…3!!!]

Anna Dea – Here are your winners, the team of John Steele and Richard Starr!

Charlie Watkins – So the newfound team of Steele and Starr looks mighty impressive here tonight.

Terry Hogan – I wonder how much more of them we’ll see in the future.

[Out of nowhere, the Lynch Mob sprints down to the ring, carrying chairs and a hangman’s noose. They lay out Starr and Steele. Joe Dean produces the noose to a HUGE crowd reaction. He takes the noose and puts it around Steele’s neck. J.W. beats on Starr and grabs a mike.]

J.W. Rogers: DO YOU THINK IT IS GOING TO STOP HERE YOU ARE DEAD WRONG! This is only the begining! No one is safe! Billy Rock, Johnny Spades, Justin Arcola, everyone of you take note! The Oklahoma Lynchmob is coming for each and everyone of you and hells coming with us!

[...J.W. throws the mic down slamming a boot into the chest of Starr. Security rushes the ring pulling Steele down from the noose. The Lynchmob walk out of the ring removing the titles from their waist and holding them in the air...]

Charlie Watkins – This spells trouble. The Lynch Mob are not happy.

Terry Hogan – And that means everyone else in the SWL is in grave danger.

[Suddenly, Curmina Burona blares over the loud speakers. On the Jumbo Tron, a video of Nikita Morozov is shown where Morozov is flying with the Russian Sickle on MOB, putting Justin Arcola through a table with the Jackhammer and making Ty Shun Ho submit with the Good-Night Moscow. Morozov walks down the ramp, wearing black and red wrestling trunks, black and red boots and the Spotlight Title wrapped around his waist, a chain is resting on his shoulders. There is a mixed crowd reaction.]

Charlie Watkins: What is this, we are scheduled for Ty Shun Ho vs. Not Applicable!??

[Morozov comes over to the announcer table and sits next to Terry Hogan, Hogan and Morozov shake hands]

Terry Hogan: Welcome.

Nikita Morozov: The Bear is just here to observe, I am what you Americans say scouting.

Charlie Watkins: Why is it whenever you "scout" trouble occurs?

Anna Dea – The following contest will determine the next number one contender for the Spotlight Championship. Introducing first, weighing in at 128 kilograms, Not Applicable!

[Bawitdaba by Kid Rock begins to play through out the arena and the fans immediately begin to boo harshly. After about 5 seconds of music Not Applicable comes out of the entrance area and heads to the ring area. He looks neither left nor right but straight ahead. He is wearing a pair of ripped up jeans, a black shirt that fails to hide his well muscled upper body. On his face is a simple black mask that conceals his true identity. When he rolls into the ring he looks at the referee and shakes his head when the referee attempts to check him and he can be overheard saying that the rules don’t apply to him and to back the hell off. He goes to a neutral corner and awaits the bell.]

Anna Dea – His opponent, from Osaka, Japan, weighing in at 230 pounds, "The Dragon" Ty Shun Ho!

["Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns and Roses plays as a weird Japanese symbol shows on the jumbotron. An explosion of red and green go off as Ty Shun Ho walks out. He stands on the outside of the ring and flips over the ropes to the middle of the ring. He flexes his biceps.]

Charlie Watkins – These two met in the gauntlet last week and it was an incredible exchange.

Terry Hogan – Both of these guys deserve a shot at the Spotlight Belt. We’ll see who gets it first.

Morosov – Regardless of who gets a shot, Nikita Morosov will walk out the winner.

Charlie Watkins – Well, be that as it may, we need to find out who’s next in line.

[The bell rings and N/A delivers big right hands to Ty Shun Ho. N/A takes Ho and whips him into the ropes. Ho ducks a clothesline and comes back with a rolling head scissors. N/A gets back to his feet and catches Ho as Ho attempts a flying body press. N/A hits a fallaway slam.]

Charlie Watkins – Nice move from Not Applicable.

[N/A lays several boots into Ho. He whips Ho into the corner and charges in. Ho moves out of the way and hits a snap roundhouse kick that makes an impressive sound into N/A’s ribs. N/A doubles over and Ho DDT’s him.]

Charlie Watkins – Now the Dragon is in control.

Terry Hogan – He’s got to keep the bigger man down on the mat.

[Ho vaults to the top rope and flies off with a shooting star press. He lands awkwardly though and doesn’t move very quickly when standing up. He hooks N/A in a front facelock, but N/A grabs his arm and delivers a T-Bone suplex.]

Charlie Watkins – The Dragon may be in some trouble.

Terry Hogan – That’s why they call it high-risk offense.

Morosov – Only the bear could hit a shooting star press and still get up from it. It’s a very painful landing.

[N/A tosses Ho outside the ring. He steps out to the apron and pulls Ho up. He goes to slam Ho from the apron to the floor. Ho hooks the head of N/A and delivers a head scissors takedown. N/A somersaults and smashes into the security railing. The crowd goes wild.]

Charlie Watkins – What an incredible move!

Terry Hogan – Did you see Not Applicable hit that railing?

[John Steele appears at the entranceway. He observes the action as Ho rolls N/A back into the ring. Ho whips N/A into the ropes and lowers his head. N/A hits a facebuster, then notices Steele at the top of the ramp. He points at Steele and shouts something. Steele taunts him, but doesn’t move. Suddenly, the lights go out.]

Terry Hogan – What happened?

Charlie Watkins – We appear to have lost power.

Morosov – What’s going on? I can’t find my chain.

[The Jumbotron flickers to life and we see a man wearing a black robe and a golden mask, showing one half face laughing and one half face crying. A text block quickly goes across the screen that reads, "Gemini".]

Terry Hogan – Who is this?

Charlie Watkins – I don’t know. Let’s just call him Gemini.

Gemini - Not Applicable. The rules don't apply. Welcome to your destiny. Welcome to your nightmare.

[He laughs wildly until the image cuts out and the lights come back up. Steele has disappeared and Not Applicable is lain out in the ring, unconscious. The referee and Ty Shun Ho are also stunned.]

Terry Hogan – Wait a minute.

Charlie Watkins – Not Applicable is down and out.

Terry Hogan – Who did that to him? The Dragon is still down.

[Ho drapes an arm over N/A, but there is no referee to make the count. A second referee runs in from the back and counts…1…2…N/A kicks out!]

Terry Hogan – Wow.

Charlie Watkins – We’ve got two referees in the ring.

[N/A stumbles to the outside and grabs a chair. He brings it into the ring and takes a wild swing at Ho. Ho ducks it and roundhouse kicks N/A’s head, busting him open and forcing him to drop the chair. The first referee begins to stand up. Ty Shun Ho delivers a back suplex and both men’s heads collide with the chair. They lay side-by-side with their arms draped over each other. Instinctively, both referees run to opposite sides of the two and count the shoulders down…1…2…3!]

Morosov – What?

Terry Hogan – Who won?

[The refs raise the hands of both men, then argue with each other.]

Terry Hogan – What’s going on here?

Charlie Watkins – Both men’s shoulders were down. Both men were pinned. Both referees counted…

Terry Hogan - …but for different men.

Charlie Watkins – Well, I don’t know how this is going to turn out. Both men apparently won this match.

Morosov – That’s impossible. You can’t have two winners in a singles match.

Charlie Watkins – But you can have deadlocked referees.

Terry Hogan – So who’s the number one contender?

Charlie Watkins – I think that’s a call someone with more authority is going to have to make. But right now, we’ve got to press on. Hey! Wait a minute…where are you going?

[Morosov gets up from the announcer’s table and grabs his chain. He waylays both N/A and Ho as they are getting up. He delivers a DDT to Ty Shun Ho and gives N/A the Russian Jackhammer off the top turnbuckle. The crowd roars with approval or disgust, depending on their preference. He grabs a mike.]

Charlie Watkins – What could he possibly have to say after that?

Terry Hogan – Be quiet and we’ll find out.

Morosov - Shut up you stupid Americans!!! I told you all that Nikita Morozov is the Hunter!!, Champion or not, I do not care what match is scheduled next, Justin Arcola, get you *SS in the ring and Let the Destruction Begin!!!

[Wagner’s "Ride of the Valkyries" cuts over the PA as Justin Arcola steps into the entranceway and raises his hand in a clenched fist over his head. He waits for the brass section to kick in and begins the slow and methodical walk to the ring.]

Charlie Watkins – Be careful what you wish for, Nikita.

[Arcola slides in under the bottom rope.]

Charlie Watkins – We’ve seen this rivalry develop for a long time. This is the first time these two have ever gone one on one.

Terry Hogan – And how is it fitting that it’s in a title match?

[The bell rings and the two men stand nose to nose in the middle of the ring. Neither one backs down.]

Charlie Watkins – Look at the look on these two men’s faces.

Terry Hogan – They’re so evenly matched that it’s almost a toss-up. Morosov’s only advantage is that he’s got 35 pounds on Arcola. But the longer this match goes, the more that may work against him.

[Morosov goes for a right hand. Arcola blocks it and peppers him with several quick jabs. Morosov knees Arcola in the gut and goes to ram his head into the turnbuckle. Arcola blocks it and elbows Morosov. Arcola pushes himself up on the ropes and ties Morosov in a body scissors. Morosov easily powers out and holds on to Arcola’s left leg. Arcola delivers an enzeguri.]

Charlie Watkins – Nice move by Arcola.

Terry Hogan – I have a feeling this match is going to be beautiful and brutal at the same time.

[Arcola picks Morosov up and goes for a DDT. Morosov easily muscles him up into a Northern Lights suplex. Morosov goes to work on the back of Arcola with knees and forearms. Morosov applies a Boston Crab. Arcola fights to the ropes, but clutches his back as Morosov gets off.]

Terry Hogan – This is vintage Morosov. He’ll go to a body part and stay on it, then move right to another one until he’s dismantled you.

[Morosov steps to the second rope, but takes his time taunting the crowd. Arcola springs up and forearms Morosov in the midsection. Arcola hooks him around the waist and delivers an overhead belly-to-belly suplex that sends Morosov crashing to the mat. Arcola clutches his back, but keeps going.]

Charlie Watkins – It looks like Arcola is pushing his way past his apparently injured back.

Terry Hogan – I don’t think he can win on power anyway - not with Morosov. He needs to keep him on the mat.

[Arcola hoists Morosov into a German suplex and bridges into a pin. Morosov kicks out at one. Morosov gets up and thumbs Arcola in the eye. Morosov shoves Arcola through the ropes and to the outside. Morosov climbs to the top rope and positions himself towards Arcola and points to his arm.]

Charlie Watkins – Russian Sickle?

Terry Hogan – That’ll decapitate the New Yorker.

[Morosov flies off the ropes, but misjudges his distance and comes down over top of Arcola. Morosov collides with the floor and his head hits the security railing. Arcola drags Morosov over to the announcer’s table. Referee Kevin Mills implores him to get back.]

Charlie Watkins – Get out of here!

Terry Hogan – Arcola is looking for a little payback. I’m outta here!

[Arcola goes to suplex Morosov onto the table, but can’t lift him. Morosov reverses it and Arcola thankfully (?!?) only hits the floor. Morosov rolls him back into the ring.]

Charlie Watkins – Morosov dodged a bullet there.

Terry Hogan – That damage he did to Arcola’s back may have saved him a trip through the table.

[Morosov covers Arcola…1…2…Arcola kicks out. The crowd is really getting into the match now. Arcola and Morosov both get up. Morosov lands a haymaker on Arcola and stuns him. He backs into the ropes and comes off with a running kneelift. He picks Arcola up and lifts him into a stalling suplex. Arcola rolls off behind Morosov and rolls him up. Morosov kicks out at two. Kevin Steele is seen jumping over the railing and circling ringside.]

Charlie Watkins – Neither man is out of it yet.

Terry Hogan – But what does Kevin Steele think he’s doing?

[Morosov puts Arcola in a small package. Arcola kicks out at two. Arcola sunset flips Morosov. At the count of two, Morosov rolls sideways and Arcola is pinned. Arcola pushes Morosov’s legs into a pinning bridge at two. Morosov kicks out and the two men stand up. Arcola hits a flying body tackle and lands on top of Morosov’s shoulders. Morosov bridges up and turns Arcola into a backslide. Arcola kicks out at two and the crowd goes nuts.]

Charlie Watkins – What a beautiful exchange.

Terry Hogan – Say what you will about these two; they’re two of the best technical wrestlers in the SWL.

[Morosov hooks Arcola in a front facelock. Arcola slips out and scissor sweeps Morosov, stunning him as his face hits the mat. Arcola applies an STF.]

Charlie Watkins – The Russian Bear is in trouble.

Terry Hogan – I don’t think he can reach the ropes.

[Morosov flails around, but can’t get to the ropes. He clubs the head of Arcola until he releases the hold. Arcola clutches his head as he is standing up. He kicks Morosov in the midsection and delivers the double-underhook piledriver.]

Charlie Watkins – ARCOLA DRIVER! We’ve got a new champion!

Terry Hogan – No we don’t. Look at Arcola. He’s hurt. He can’t capitalize.

[Arcola is blurry from the shots to his head and clutches his back.]

Terry Hogan – I think Arcola took as much out of himself from lifting Morosov.

[The referee checks on Arcola to see if he’s okay. As Morosov is slowly getting up, Kevin Steele slides into the ring. He kicks Morosov in the midsection and delivers the brainbuster. The referee catches it out of the corner of his eye and calls for the bell. Kevin Steele looks shocked and converses with the referee.]

Charlie Watkins – No! Don’t let this match end in a DQ!

Terry Hogan – I think Steele thought he could get away with that.

Anna Dea – The winner of this match as a result of a disqualification, and STILL SWL Spotlight Champion, "The Russian Bear" Nikita Morosov!

Charlie Watkins – Kevin Steele was looking for some revenge, but he may have cost Arcola the Spotlight Title.

[Steele picks up Morosov’s chain and goes to level Morosov. Arcola pulls the chain away from him and they have an exchange of words. Arcola gets frustrated and throws the chain wildly over the ropes. He flips Steele off before Steele leaves the ring. Arcola follows close behind and turns back to stare at Morosov in the ring. Morosov stares right back at him and indicates the belt.]

Charlie Watkins – Arcola doesn’t look happy at all.

Terry Hogan – Can you blame him? Steele cost him the match and the title belt.

Charlie Watkins – Speaking of Steele, he better not get too comfortable back there. He’s up next.

Anna Dea – The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the SWL Quasar Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Treefall, California, weighing in at 250 pounds, accompanied by Melina Vantadar, Kevin Steele!!!

[As the house lights dim, bringing the arena into total darkness, a thing blue laser light begins to swirl around the crowd, and move towards the center of the ring. As it touches the tops of the ring posts in its ever smaller circle, a piano strikes a high pitched note, and fades off, as if someone had plucked a single note and held their finger on the key until it faded away. As the laser light circles smaller and smaller, soft chords on the piano begin to play simple scales. When the laser light reaches the center of the ring, it stops circling, and merely sits, a single dot on the center of the ring, and the piano flies into a flurry of scales and chords, beginning to play the theme song to the Phantom of the Opera, as the Phantom plays his lonely chords in the sewers below the ancient city, screaming his ode to his sweet lost love. After the first set of chords, the piano stops and the silence is deafening. After a couple of seconds, the laser light begins to slowly circle, followed by a deep bass sound resonating off of the walls of the arena and the piano swirling once again into action, flying over chords and melodies in its haunting ode to long lost love. Soon the laser light is circling wildly around the ring and begins to spin around the room, joined by three more, making four lights spiraling around the room in daze of movement, and a 5 string steel guitar joins the piano, wailing chords in tune playing the harmony of the song as the piano plays the melody, and the bass is thumping loudly in the background, adding a techno sound to a classical masterpiece.]

[From nowhere, a deep seductive voice rings out against the walls, as smoke begins to fill the ring area, fed by smoke machines under the ring attached to vents leading upwards. "I have come here, to find the man who can challenge me, for I have yet to be truly challenged."]

Terry Hogan – What’s he talking about? He got his butt kicked by the Russian Bear just last week.

[The smoke begins to fall from the sides of the ring, and a bright pyro flashes in the center of the ring, blinding the audience in the darkness, and the house lights begin to slowly come up, and there in the ring, is a man with long dark hair, fallen down over his bowed head, a long black jacket drapped from his massive shoulders, and he begins to lift his head. Moments later, Melina Vantadar comes down the ramp to the ring and takes Kevin jacket and hat, then stands off to the side in her normal thick fluffy sweater and blue jeans.]

Anna Dea – And his opponent, from Eerie, Indiana, accompanied by Mike Miller, weighing in at 234 pounds, the SWL Quasar Champion, the Ghost From No Where!

[The lights cut to pitch black as a low trumpet hum is heard, "Unforgiven" by Metallica begins to play through the PA system. A child's voice is heard "Mister, I'm lost can you help me?" After that a child's scream is heard as evil laughter fills the arena. "Your days are up, bow to your Reaper." A blue light slowly circles the arena as white fog emerges from the entranceway. From out of the entranceway walks the Ghost From No Where and the con man Mike Miller, the crowd begins to boo. Mike begins to yell at them as the Ghost as if in a trance walks to the ring. Unforgiven is cut as the lights return to normal.]

Charlie Watkins – This should be an excellent match.

Terry Hogan – You can bet the Ghost has revenge on his mind after the chair shot given to him by Steele last week.

[The bell rings and the two men circle each other. They lock up and Ghost puts on a side headlock. Steele shoots him into the ropes and shoulder blocks him down. Ghost gets up and Steele is running in again and monkey flips him. Ghost chokes Steele with his boot and the referee counts. Ghost breaks it at 4.]

Charlie Watkins – We’ve been seeing a more aggressive side of the Ghost From Nowhere lately.

Terry Hogan – Something tells me it’s got something to do with this new manager of his.

[Steele gets up dazed and Ghost clotheslines him over the ropes. Ghost steps out to the apron and hits Steele with a flying cannonball. Ghost rams Steele’s head into the security railing and a scattering of boos are heard.]

Charlie Watkins – Listen to this. The fans are getting on the Ghost’s case.

Terry Hogan – I’m not so sure Ghost is listening to the fans; he’s just doing what he has to in order to win.

[Ghost rolls Steele into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off with a flying elbow, but Steele moves out of the way. Steele gets up and delivers a pumphandle slam. He comes off the ropes with a leg drop and goes for a pin. Ghost kicks out at two.]

Charlie Watkins – We were one count away from a new champion.

Terry Hogan – A clear example of why aerial moves are overrated

[Steele picks up Ghost and delivers a big time DDT. He pumps his arm in the air and backs into the corner, waiting for Ghost to get up.]

Charlie Watkins – It may be time for Soul Destruction.

[Steele catches Mike Miller out of the corner of his eye and turns his attention to the con man. Miller holds his hands up in a dismissive gesture, as if to say, "I’m not doing anything." Ghost gets up and comes behind Steele.]

Terry Hogan – Don’t get distracted, Steele.

[Ghost hooks Steele into a T-Bone Suplex and drags him to the center of the ring. He takes Steele’s left leg and applies the figure four leg lock.]

Charlie Watkins – Ghost Buster!

Terry Hogan – That’s all she wrote.

[Steele fights the hold for as long as possible but can’t reach the ropes and finally submits.]

Anna Dea – The winner of this match and still SWL Quasar Champion, The Ghost From Nowhere!

[Ghost and Mike Miller converse in the ring. Ghost does not celebrate, but leaves the ring while Steele is still clutching his legs.]

Charlie Watkins – I want to know exactly what’s gotten into the Ghost From Nowhere lately.

Terry Hogan – Without Resurrection Mary by his side, he’s a different person.

[The lights in the building drop and the jumbotron begins to flicker to life. It is showing a video monage of all the heels in the SWL past and present. First it flickers to Nomad, then to "The Kid" Billy Rock. At that one the fans in the arena erupt into wild cheers whistles and applause. The screen continues to flicker and the voices of Terry Hogan and Charlie Watkins can be heard]

Voice: I can't believe he just did that.

Voice: Is that humane or is it just sick?

Voice: Where did he come from and what is he doing?!?! OHHHHH!!!!! [Image of somebody striking Bret Real with a chair]

Voice: Off the ramp and down fifteen feet. Real is out of it. [Image of Reals broken and battered body]

Voice: He just smashed Williams into the steel wall!! [Image of a bloody Williams sliding down the steel cage]

Voice: Gobsmacker!! [Johnny Wonderful getting the Gobsmacker]

Voice: Gobsmacker!!

[The voice and visions continue to blink across the jumbotron and echo throughout the now silent arena. Suddenly the jumbotron goes dark and all sound in the building stops. The first strands of "Sad but True" by Metallica begin to reverberate throughout the arena and fans are still silent, this time the feeling is one of stunned astonishment. As the music cuts out a massive pyro goes off in front of the ramp entrance way and fireworks explode in all four corners of the arena as well as over the ring. As the explosions die down and the light begins to fade the music kicks in onc more and Grinnin, dressed in his familiar faded blue jeans, black Wrecking Crew t-shirt and black "Grinnin" baseball cap on his head backwards, steps out into the spotlight with the help of a cane. The chorus of boos that greets him is thunderous and Grinnin only smirks and continues to walk to the ring looking at the fans and laughing at them. He gets to the ring area and walks up the stairs rather slowly and into the ring wear he takes the mic from Anna. He looks out at the crowd that is still booing lustily for the SWL's most notorious man and Grinnin only smiles and chuckles into the mic before beginning to speak]

Grinnin: How the hell are the mighty dumb fans of the SWL?

[Boos that had just started to die down flare up again to a thunderous cresendo and Grinnin stands still waiting for them to die down before continueing]

Grinnin: I see you have all missed me so much but that is not the reason that i am here tonight. You see on Sunday i watched the events of Unfamiliar Territory unfold with amusement. Amusement that once more Williams trusted Steph. That once more the power of the Wrecking Crew reigned supreme. That once more the SWL was turned on its head and then grumbled in surprise. I mean really, how stupid can the people really be? Spades was quite simply the best right hand man i ever had. I taught him many things and one of them was how to win dirty because in the long run, that is the only thing that matters, WINNING!!

[Grinnin stops for a second]

Grinnin: When it was all said and done the SWL had crowned a new champion. One it can be proud of. One that wont duck fights because of an injury for six weeks. One that will be a true icon in the world of professional wrestling. One i am proud to call my friend. Johnny Spades, last Sunday you said thanks to me for helping you out. Well tonight i accept your thanks and pass thanks on to you. Thank you for finally making the SWL something worth watching every Sunday. Mostly though, congratulations on winnin your first SWL World Title. May you rein unfairly and beat the hell out of all that come near you.

[Grinnin, who had been smiling lets the smile fade from his face. The cruel determined look that was his trademark replaces it and he then starts again]

Grinnin: Now i am sure that Williams will be thrilled to hear this and so will many others in the SWL but due to injuries that i sustained back in September i will not be returning to active duty any time soon. Just beware of one thing however before you rejoice over this fact. When you least expect it, when you think it is next to impossible it will happen .... YOU WILL GET SMACKED!!!!!

["Sad but True" by Metallica begins to play again as Grinnin walks over to the announcers booth]

Charlie Watkins – Grinnin, welcome back.

Terry Hogan – It just wasn’t the same without you.

Grinnin – Well, I’ve come to see a main event between two of the biggest pieces of crap to ever compete in an SWL ring. "The Kid" and the "Luscious One". The stock of this company must have gone through the floor since I left.

Anna Dea – The following contest is our main event, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from London, England, weighing in at 293 pounds, accompanied by his manager, Ebony, "Luscious" Lawrence Rhodes!!!

Anna Dea – His opponent, from Little Rock, Arkansas, weighing in at 248 pounds, "The Kid" Billy Rock!

["Whatever It Takes" by POD blares over the loudspeakers as "The Kid" Billy Rock steps out from the entranceway. He raises his arms high above his head to a big time crowd reaction and makes his way to the ring.]

Charlie Watkins – It’s so strange to see that man without the Heavyweight Title.

Terry Hogan – He better focus on the matters at hand or he’ll be in big time trouble.

[The Kid grabs the mike and gets in Rhodes’ face.]

THE KID - Lawrence, you and I both know that this is not going to be over even after your shoulders kiss the mat tonight. We both know that for what you did to Vindicator, even if he and I didn't see this world through the same eyes, you will never be dead enough. He's a good guy, and you use to be. What happened, Lawrence? When did you suddenly decide that all this fame and fortune was nothing unless you could be a bastard too? There's no logical explanation for what you did, and nothing you or this one can say will satisfy me with so much as a grain of reason. The bottom line is she told you to. That girl right there next to you wears the denim in the relationship. But what I want is to hear you tell me what I and everyone else already know, Rhodes, 'cause I'm sick of telling you.

['Luscious' Lawrence Rhodes smiles a knowing smile. He stares straight across at Billy Rock, refusing to avert his eyes. He begins to raise the mic ... but then pauses. At that moment Ebony steps forward. She grabs Rhodes' arm and he spins to face her. His smile disappears as she pulls the mic away from his grasp. Rhodes steps back as Ebony moves towards Billy Rock.]

EBONY: Billy, if I can use a phrase that Ive heard you quote on more than one occasion ... [Ebony stands right in front of the Kid, left are on her hip] Yadda, yadda, yadda. You see, that's as interesting as you actually are ... and as soon as you roll that Confederate flag up, pack it in the trunk of your Oldsmobile ... and head back to the trailer, well, things can take an upward turn.

[Ebony takes a step back as Rhodes remains motionless ... staring at the Kid all the time.]

EBONY: You see Billy, nobody cares about you ... you losing the SWL Heavyweight belt or the demise of the Regulators. What they care about is this man here ... [Ebony steps back again and points over at Lawrence Rhodes, who is still unmoved] ... and the fact that despite having the best selling t-shirt in SWL history [Ebony smiles] despite having the best selling action figure in SWL history, and despite being the best damn man in the sport today, had to sit back and watch you Billy and that masked fool Vindicator, exchange pleasantries over the last few weeks. Its that reason that Johnny 'the Spade' beat your ass, because you were more interested in keeping Lawrence down than worrying about what was in front of you.

[Ebony seems to grow in confidence and moves towards Billy Rock]

EBONY: Billy, who was in the back these last weeks trying to soothe over all your problems. [Ebony screams into the mic] BILLY... LOOK AT ME. Who was it Billy ... yeah Lawrence. [Again she points at Rhodes] He tried his damndest to iron out those creases, but you Billy weren't interested. You had problems with Nic ... problems with Steph ... problems with the Spades and with Williams. But what about the problems with the Regulators Billy, the problems with the very people who were on your side.

[Ebony moves even closer as Rhodes shuffles on his feet.]

EBONY: So dont you dare ... suggest that the only reason Lawrence is anything in this business is because of the Regulators. Cause Billy the only reason your still breathing is because Lawrence saw fit to join your merry lil' band. The times he's gone out of his way to help you Billy, well it beggars belief. The times Lawrence Rhodes has put his body on the line to race out and get you out of another tight spot [Ebony begins to shake her head] ... well ... [Ebony begins to point out into the crowd] all these good people know it. [The crowd begin to boo.]

[Ebony now right up in Billy Rocks face.]

EBONY: You know its true Billy, you know it. [Ebony jabs a finger into Billy Rocks chest to a few oohs from the crowd.] So when Billy, during Lawrence's match with the Ghost at Unfamiliar Territory ... that piece of shit Kevin Steele came down to the ring, where were you. [Again Ebony jabs her finger into Billy Rocks chest as she speaks] Where were you Billy??? Out the back taking tea and Tiffin ... that's where!!!

[Ebony leans right in towards Billy.]

EBONY: So for that Billy, here's a lil'Christmas gift come early.

[Ebony reels back and with quick reflexes slaps Billy Rock hard around the face. Billy instinctively digs his fingers into Ebony's arm with an insane fog in his eyes. Rhodes immediately springs into action, clubbing The Kid from behind with a heavy forearm. The bell rings and Rhodes and Rock trade right hands. Rhodes executes a fireman's carry. Rhodes goes on top of Rock with a side headlock. Rhodes rides a little high on it and Rock slips out from behind. Rock wrenches the arm of Rhodes and rolls into a Maristrol cradle pin. Rhodes kicks out at one.]

Charlie Watkins – Rock should have known better.

Grinnin – No one ever accused him of being smart.

[Rhodes thumbs Rock in the eye. Rhodes wrenches the arm of Rock and pounds on his shoulder. Rhodes hooks Rock into a sit-down powerbomb. Rhodes goes for a pin but only gets two. Rock gets up and Rhodes goes for a running clothesline. Rock ducks it and Rhodes turns around and gets a superkick from Rock that knocks him out of the ring. Rock follows him out.]

Charlie Watkins – I don’t like the looks of this.

Terry Hogan – When they get out here, it gets dangerous.

Grinnin – It also gets more fun.

[Rock and Rhodes trade punches up the aisle, with Rhodes getting the better of the exchange. The referee tries to get them back in the ring to no avail. Rhodes and Rock jockey for position and the referee tries to separate them. Rock and Rhodes both look at the referee for a second, then simultaneously shove him into the security railing.]

Terry Hogan – Ouch.

Charlie Watkins – How badly do these two men want to beat on each other?

[The referee calls for the bell and the match is thrown out. Rhodes and Rock continue to battle. Rock DDT’s Rhodes on the ramp. Spades and Steph appear at the top of the ramp and taunt Rock. Rock abandons Rhodes goes after Spades, who is running away toward the back. Ebony pulls Rhodes up and slaps him in the face to get him focused. She sends him after Rock.]

Charlie Watkins – This isn’t over yet folks.

[The cameras cut to backstage, where Rock is giving chase to Spades. Spades and Steph jump in a car and pull out into the parking lot, speeding away. Billy stops in the parking lot, pissed off, and turns around. He walks right into a massive clothesline from Rhodes.]

Terry Hogan – It looks like Rhodes found his prey.

[Rhodes kneels over Rock and smashes his head against the concrete a couple of times, bloodying the Kid. He then lifts him over his shoulder, steps on the hood of a car, and gives him One For The Ladies through a windshield.]

Charlie Watkins – Oh my God!

[Billy is a mess. He's fallen into the front seat of the car, covered in blood and glass. Rhodes sits on his knees on the hood, looking at the damage he's done, smirking as Ebony rubs his back and smiles.]

Charlie Watkins – My God! What has Lawrence Rhodes done? Ladies and gentlemen, we’re just getting started with this whole situation. Until next week, for Terry Hogan, I’m Charlie Watkins. Keep Reaching for Those Stars!