Charlie Watkins – Ladies and gentlemen, live from Grand Rapids, Michigan, this is Sunday Night Shockwave! I’m Charlie Watkins and with me as usual is Terry Hogan.

Terry Hogan – We’ve got a great show for you tonight. We’re going to see a plethora of new talent to the SWL as well as the Tag Team and Spotlight titles on the line.

Charlie Watkins – It's shaping up to be a pretty good card.

(The fans are electrified as their ears are plugged by POD's "Whatever It Takes". "The Kid" Billy Rock, dressed in his ring regalia, poses in the mouth of the entrance with his head subtley bowed, his damp hair cascading over his facial features. The complex rattles to the brunt of the song's intro, 'causing The Kid to spring forward and stalk toward the ring. Intensity pumps through his chest as he reaches behind his waist and whips the SWL World Heavyweight Title into the air before slinging it into the ring, preceeding his own entrance. The Kid, who normally brings a smile for ring announcer Anna Dea, strains a face of stone as he snaps the mic from her hand. His eyes drift across the masses chanting his monicker ... )

Fans - KID!!! KID!!! KID!!! KID!!! KID!!! KID!!! KID!!!

(An arrogant smirk pokes from the corner of his mouth ... )

The Kid - Johnny Spades ... 

(The very name snags ire from every corner of the arena ... ) 

The Kid - You glorified curtain jerker. You tried to take my title. You tried to take my fans. You manipulated my girl, and no matter how you see it, you still haven't taken her. How many more times does my fist have to impact your face before I finally drive it through your thick skull? You could have your name legally changed to "The Kid" Billy Rock, you can have it tattooed on that hairy, sack lovin' playground you call your ass, you could even plead with the thousands of people surrounding me tonight to chant your name like you were moonwalking across the Mississippi River, but you will never, no matter how hard you wish, no matter how hard you break your ass in this ring, no matter how close to my spotlight you stand, ever ... be me.

It's not arrogance. I'm not being conceided. I'm only setting the table with the facts, you Godd*mn wannabe. The SWL is my house. You're living under my roof and you've overstayed your welcome. That girl, Nicole Thatcher, is my whole life. She is the rest of my life, and the further you coax her from the truth, the more stationary I become. I can't step forward or backward. But that can't happen, because you see, when I was little and my mother use to sit me down with my afternoon snack and tell me to sit still, (smirk) I just couldn't do it! 

(Billy's eyes inflate with a touch of insanity ... ) 

The Kid - I just, heh heh, I had to bend the rules a little bit! (pointing) I had to get a little WILD! I had to FLIP OUT for a while! Me? Sit still? (shaking head "no") I'm a grown man now, but they still call me The Kid, 'cause I still can't just sit there! So ... DO YOU PEOPLE WANNA SEE BILLY ROCK MAKE A MESS?!

(POP!)

The Kid - Then I'm gonna challenge Johnny Spades to a match at the next pay-per-view, and you watch me stomp one out of him. 

(The Kid is prevented from spitting another word as "Rebel Yell" by Billy Idol sneaks up on the crowd. This time, SWL President Brian Williams swaggers down the aisle with a sneer wiped across his mouth. He climbs through the ropes and reaches into his jacket, yanking out his own microphone. The Kid offers his hand to President Williams, who looks to the hand as if The Kid just flipped him the bird, then looks Billy in the eyes, neglecting the show of respect ... )

Brian Williams - Week in and week out, I am backstage making the SWL run.  I've had a lot of crap to deal with, and now all of a sudden, I have this whole mess to deal with.  It seems that you have been getting a little touchy feely with my girlfriend.  So what's this now... you think that because Grinnin stole Steph from me, you can too?!  I do not want history to repeat itself.  So from now on, get the hell away from Steph or pay the consequences.

(An occurance in the aisle turns the heads of the fans. Steph is jogging toward the ring ... ) 

The Kid - Since when the hell did bullsh*t become so easy for everyone to swallow? Yeah, we kept it on the down low, Brian. Sounds suspicious doesn't it? Well it's NOT! You're a jealous boyfriend, pal. You get hot under the collar when she wears her Calvin Kleins 'cause you don't like seeing another man's name on her ass! Believe me, Brian, neither my name or my hands have ever been on her ass. 

(Steph wrestles the microphone out of Billy's hand ... ) 

Steph - Brian, I know you have reasons to be accusatory about this. I got tangled up with Grinnin at one point. It was a bad, bad mistake. One that I would never stumble over again. But it was you that reached out and pulled me off of that sinking ship. It was you that dove in and gave me a pair of shoulders to wrap my arms around when I found out with a terrible thing I'd done. I'm sorry, Brian. I know that you're still not over that, but neither am I. This is only a friendship in question here, and believe it or not I got to know Billy better because of you. Those dinners, you and I going to the clubs with Billy, Vindicator, Bret, and Lawrence. I'm friends with all of them, but it just so happens Billy and I click as good friends, but that's all Brian. I swear that's all. 

Brian Williams - Do you really think that I can even begin to believe you after all you put me through?!  It takes a while to gain back trust, and you haven't even climbed the first rung of the ladder.  As for you Billy, don't mess with me, I can make your life more miserable than you could ever imagine.  I may even start by stripping you of that oh so precious belt you hold.

(The Kid reaches out with one arm and clinches Brian by the collar ... )

The Kid - HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!

(Steph steps in between the two ... )

Steph - No, Billy do--

The Kid - NO WAY! F*CK THIS!

(Billy pulls Brian closer, their noses press together. Brian has both hands gripping the wrist of The Kid, attempting to pry him off ... )

The Kid - (calm, but stern) Ooooh. (sniff) Get a whiff of that. What happened, Brian? The road get a little too bumpy? You fall off the wagon? (smirk) Tell me somethin', oh fearless leader. How many doses of ol' grandpas' cough medicine did you have to pour before you found the courage to come out here and puff that chest up to me?

Brian Williams - You know what Billy... I may have been a little harsh with the whole stripping of your title earlier.  I really should give you a chance to prove yourself to me.  I see that you have a Spades looming large over you, and hey... I'll give you that match at the Pay Per View... if you still are champ!  Because of that little outburst, not only am I banning you from ringside tonight.... I'm going to give your little friends shots at what they rightly deserve, your belt.  That's right Billy, you versus your friends in a handicap match for the World Title!  Rhodes and Vindicator versus JUST YOU!  Whoever scores the pin will be the SWL World Champion.  So Rock, DON'T MESS WITH ME!!

(President Williams, taking a step backward with every word, immediately climbs out of the ring and backpeddles up the aisle. His face expresses disgust with both The Kid and Steph ... )

("Whatever It Takes" by POD puts the segment to a stop. As Brian disappears into the entrance, The Kid and Steph make their exit ... )

Charlie Watkins - Whoa!!  Brian Williams putting the hammer down.  He doesn't seem to want to repeat the past.

Terry Hogan - After what Grinnin did to him, I could understand if he didn't want to trust ANYBODY.

[Dementia, by In Strict Confidence plays.]

Charlie Watkins - Looks like more company.

[The big screen above the entryway depicts the word "Hate" in full. Exiting the back shortly is Dr. Hate, wearing casual clothes; jeans, tennis shoes and a night blue shirt with a collar. He gazes around at the audience briefly, before heading toward the ring. Not liking his general manner, some of the crowd boos. Upon reaching the ring, Dr. Hate is handed a microphone. He climbs in the ring and begins to speak.]

Dr. Hate: I have long endured the worlds of fools in this line of work. Now that I've been in SWL for a little while, it would be easy to come to the conclusion that this league is no blessed heaven for the intellect. After all, we have imbeciles like this Not Applicable thinking he's the Malcolm X of the wrestling world. If you despised the system for so long, my boy, then why did you bow to it, like a good little cow, in the first place? Just what kind of difference do you think you'll truly make, you with your petty rationalizations? What kind of rules are applicable to any of us in this line of work? Doesn't it say in our contracts that injuries are to be expected? Who has yet to not take advantage of such loopholes? Nothing applies to any of us, you fool, least of all your petty banterings.

Dr. Hate: What has ever been more profound in the wrestling ring, than petty hate? Wrestler A decides he doesn't like Wrestler B, so thus, one of the millions of little hate wars begins.. and you think you're truly special, with your quaint little rage? All that you think that doesn't apply to you, it has never applied to any of us. I would say that it just took you all this time to realize it. Yet, in your case, you think you're special because of it. Don't you see it, N.A.? You're still a mere slave to the system. You're merely a slave that screams.. screaming that you wish you were more than you are, but without the intellectual capacity to realize the very borders of your own existence. There have been many like you before, so a mere piece in a puzzle you remain.

Dr. Hate: Next, there was this Benjamin Beautiful. Several years ago, I had an enemy named Benjamin Beautiful in another league. Since you seem to have the same presumptuousness that the common wrestler has, I would say that you are not him. Besides, one way or the other, I've managed to rid myself of most of my enemies, so you are probably just another human pop-up.

[Dr. Hate smirks.]

Dr. Hate: Don't want to soil the old hands with any little rivalry, eh? Well now, name one wrestler who doesn't think he's a cut above the rest. One that talks, anyway. You can't be the same. The Benjamin Beautiful that I remember, was one who had a little bit more of a fire to him, and certainly not this pathetic dislocated manner. In your own way, you are no more than the rest, yet one who thinks he's risen above the foaming mass of humanity. Ironic, wouldn't you say?

[Dr. Hate shakes his head as a gesture of bemused exasperation.]

Dr. Hate: Last and certainly least, was this John Steele. A man who thinks someone might actually be interested in his hormone driven life. Thinking with the lower glands is never a good idea, my boy. After all, your wife is a target now. You do realize that, don't you? No matter how enraged you may become at any injury she may suffer, it won't change the fact that she was placed in the line of fire by you. Of course, words would mean nothing to a fool like you. Only the pain of a learning situation would probably make a lasting imprint. Love only makes fools in this life, Steele, it doesn't make good wrestlers. I could go over the rest of your frivolity, but I'm not supposed to stay out here and talk all night.

[The crowd is booing a bit more massively now. Apparently finished, Dr. Hate tosses the microphone out of the ring and makes his way to the back.]

Charlie Watkins – So Dr. Hate is staking his claim at the top of the heap of newcomers.

Terry Hogan – I’ve got to agree with him. Just take a look at the rest of the pack.

Charlie Watkins – Well, here’s a man he mentioned right now, Not Applicable.

Anna Dea – The following match is scheduled for one fall. Coming down the aisle, from Tuckahoe, New Jersey, weighing in at 273 pounds, Cannon!

[Alice in Chains’ "Angry Chair" blares over the loudspeakers as Cannon steps out into the entranceway. He walks to the ring and stands on the turnbuckle, flexing his muscles.]

Anna Dea – And his opponent, weighing in at 128 kilograms, Not Applicable!

[Bawitdaba by Kid Rock begins to play through out the arena and the fans immediatly begin to boo harshly. After about 5 seconds of music Not Applicable comes out of the entrence area and heads to the ring area.

He looks niether 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 ref and shakes his head when the ref attempts to check him and he can be overheard saying that the rules dont apply to him and to back the hell off. He goes to a neutral

corner and awaits the bell.]

[The opening bell rings and Not Applicable begins to unload with right hands. He shoots himself into the ropes and hits Cannon with a big clothesline. Not Applicable drops a fist and goes for a cover, but only gets one.]

Charlie Watkins - Not Applicable should have known better.

[Not Applicable picks up Cannon and executes a running powerslam. Not Applicable climbs to the second rope and drops a forearm on Cannon. Not Applicable picks up Cannon and delivers a DDT.]

Terry Hogan - Not Applicable is dominating in the early going.

[Not Applicable signals to the crowd and delivers his finisher, the Application.]

Charlie Watkins – There’s the Application.

Terry Hogan – That should be it.

[Not Applicable makes the cover…1…2…3!]

Anna Dea – The winner of this match, Not Applicable!

Charlie Watkins – And Not Applicable looks very impressive.

Terry Hogan – He could easily be a top contender one day.

Charlie Watkins – Let’s keep it moving with another newcomer, Benjamin Beautiful.

Anna Dea – The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Coming down the aisle, from Philadelphia, PA, weighing in at 239 pounds, Johnny Wonderful.

[Johnny Wonderful makes his way to the ring.]

Anna Dea – And his opponent, from New York City, weighing in at 189 pounds, Benjamin Beautiful.

["Eine Kleine Nachtmusik" by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart plays as Benjamin Beautiful comes to the ring in a full Armani suit, with an expensive cigar in his left hand, smoking, and one unsmoked fresh cigar and a gold zippo in the other.]

Charlie Watkins – Benjamin Beautiful makes his debut tonight against the veteran Johnny Wonderful.

Terry Hogan – Too many adjectives for me.

[The bell rings and the two men lock up. Johnny Wonderful executes an arm drag, but Beautiful rolls to his feet. Beautiful executes a single leg takedown and applies a leg wrench. Wonderful grabs the ropes and Beautiful breaks the hold. Beautiful slides outside to the apron and springboards over the top rope with a flying clothesline as Wonderful stands up.]

Charlie Watkins – Beautiful looks impressive here.

[Beautiful picks up Wonderful, who is dazed. Beautiful runs into the ropes and delivers a spinning hurricanrana. Beautiful climbs to the top rope and flies off with a frog splash. Beautiful signals to the crowd that the end is near.]

Terry Hogan – It looks like he’s about to put Wonderful away.

[Beautiful sets up Wonderful and applies a sleeper hold. He wraps his legs around Wonderful in a body scissors. Wonderful taps out.]

Anna Dea – The winner of the match, Benjamin Beautiful!

[Beautiful lights the fresh cigar and ashes it off on the unconscious Wonderful.]

Charlie Watkins – And Benjamin Beautiful picks up a win with his finisher, The Beauty Sleep.

Terry Hogan – And it looks like he’s adding insult to injury.

Charlie Watkins – Now, let’s take a look at newcomers in the tag team ranks, Eastern Dynasty.

Anna Dea – The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making their way to the ring at this time, the team of Doom and Apocalypse, Total Annihilation!

[Total Annihilation makes their way to the ring.]

Anna Dea – And their opponents, 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 Shogun. 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.]

Charlie Watkins – Let’s see what this new team can do.

[Doom and Komodo start the match. Doom unloads on the big man with right hands that send him reeling. Doom whips Komodo toward the corner, but Komodo reverses it. Komodo charges in and hits a big body avalanche. Doom stumbles out of the corner and Komodo hooks him around the waist. Komodo delivers a belly-to-belly suplex.]

Terry Hogan – Wow.

Charlie Watkins – Komodo gives new meaning to the term belly-to-belly.

[Komodo tags in Kiyomori, who climbs to the top and hits a shooting star press. Kiyomori goes for a pin, but can’t hold Doom down. Kiyormori Irish whips Doom, but Doom reverses it. Doom delivers a big foot to the face.]

Charlie Watkins – The momentum has shifted in favor of Total Annihilation.

[Doom tags in Apocalypse, who beats Kiyomori down to the mat with ax handle smashes. Apocalypse picks up Kiyomori and delivers a shoulder breaker. Apocalypse backs Kiyomori into the corner and delivers several shoulder thrusts. Apocalypse whips Kiyomori towards the opposite corner, but Kiymori displays incredible balance and jumps to the top turnbuckle. Kiyomori leaps off and delivers a twisting corkscrew plancha.]

Charlie Watkins – Wow.

Terry Hogan – Did you see that, Charlie?

[Kiyomori tags in Komodo, who enters and drags the prone Apocalypse to his corner. Kiymori cuts off Doom and Komodo delivers a big Vader Bomb.]

Charlie Watkins – There’s the Dragon Drop!

[Komodo makes the pin…1…2…3!]

Anna Dea – The winners of this match, Eastern Dynasty!

Charlie Watkins – And Eastern Dynasty looks very impressive in their debut.

Terry Hogan – Any more newcomers?

Charlie Watkins – Just one more, the biggest of them all.

Terry Hogan – Do you mean?

Charlie Watkins – Yep. "Big D" Devastation

Anna Dea – The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Coming down the aisle, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 263 pounds, T-Dog!

[T-Dog makes his way to the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope.]

Anna Dea – And his opponent, from the Dungeon of Devastation, weighing in at an even 400 pounds, "Big D" Devastation!

[Morphine by Michael Jackson blares over the arena sound system as the lights in the arena dim. A huge spotlight focuses on the entrance curtain as "Big D" Devastation makes his way out into the arena.]

Charlie Watkins – The big man, Big D, takes on veteran T-Dog.

Terry Hogan – Where exactly is the Dungeon of Devastation, Charlie?

Charlie Watkins – You got me.

[The bell rings. T-Dog charges at Big D and goes down immediately. Big D has a hearty laugh at it.]

Charlie Watkins – T-Dog must feel like he ran into a brick wall.

[Big D picks up T-Dog and shoots him into the ropes. Big D hits a huge rolling heel kick.]

Terry Hogan (sarcastically) – Big D really got up there on that kick, didn’t he?

Charlie Watkins – Hey, you want to get in there and take that kind of kick?

[Big D waist locks T-Dog and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex. He comes off the ropes and executes a big splash.]

Charlie Watkins – Oooooh…

Terry Hogan – Forget about it.

[Big D goes for a pin. The referee counts to two, but Big D pulls T-Dog’s shoulders off the mat.]

Terry Hogan – Wait a minute. I don’t think he’s done yet.

[Big D signals to the crowd and hoists T-Dog up on his shoulders. Big D backs into the corner, runs forward, and hits T-Dog with an awesome running powerbomb.]

Charlie Watkins – He calls that the Devastator.

Terry Hogan – Quite the appropriate title.

[Big D makes the pin…1…2…3!]

Anna Dea – The winner of this match, "Big D" Devastation!

Charlie Watkins – And Big D makes a big impact here on Shockwave.

Terry Hogan – I guarantee he’ll be a force to reckon with.

Charlie Watkins – Never end a sentence with a preposition, Terry.

Terry Hogan – The rule doesn’t count when the meaning of the sentence would end up with which it would be screwed.

Charlie Watkins – What?

Terry Hogan – Never mind.

Anna Dea – The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the SWL Spotlight Championship. Coming down the aisle, from Highlands, North Carolina, weighing in at 283 pounds, "The Showstopper" Jett Jones.

[Blackness sweeps through the arena-purple,black,white & yellow spotlights pan around the thousands of fans-then yellow "stars" shoot from the top of the arena towards the stage and then explode back up to the top and explode in mid-air and sparks shoot off all over the arena,eventually settling and when they do.....BOOM!-Pyroworks blow from the stage and the lights come back on and The Showstopper Jett Jones walks out onto the aisle-his mid-muscular physique shows off in a pair of his black wrestling shorts with

yellow trim and The Showstopper imprinted on the back in yellow-he also has one of his trademark t-shirts..it says "The Show Must Go On...." on the front in yellow and on the back it says ".....So,Quit Your Yappin and Let The Show Go On"]

Terry Hogan – What kind of a T-Shirt slogan is THAT?

[He looks to the fans sitting along the stage and aisleway with a smiles and then smirk-then he walks down the aisle with his black boots taking every step-then he slides in the ring with spraks jumping from the turnbuckles and black and yellow spotlights focusing on him in the ring-he then jumps on the turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air as yellow pyroworks shoot from every direction of the arena shooting at

the ring as he climbs down]

Anna Dea – And his opponent, weighing in at 250 pounds, from Treefall, California, accompanied by Melina Vantadar, the SWL Spotlight Champion, 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."]

[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. Kevin unstraps the Spotlight Title from his waist and hands it to the referee.]

Charlie Watkins – This should be a good one, folks.

Terry Hogan – The new Spotlight Champion puts his belt on the line against the exciting up-and-comer Jett Jones.

[At the entranceway appears MOB Squad with a chair in one hand and a microphone in the other. He walks down to ringside.]

Charlie Watkins – What’s he doing here?

MOB Squad - I bet right now, that all of you dumbasses out there are wondering what the hell is MOB Squad doing in the ring now. Before I explain, I just want to say that isn't "The Dick" Billy Rock supposed to have a title defense every week? Hell, he is probably in the back with the Prez's girlfriend right now. But back to why I am out here. This is a match between Kevin Steele and "The Showstopper" Jett Jones, is it not? Well, it is also a Spotlight Title Match. And when there is a spotlight match, MOB Squad thinks, actually, MOB Squad knows that he should be involved. Hell, MOB Squad should be the one defending the title. But no, every month MOB Squad has had a title shot. At 3 PPV's, I have had a shot at the title.

But yet MOB Squad has not prevailed, and has lost every single title shot he has had.

MOB Squad - Well, MOB Squad says NO MORE. From now on, there will be NO MORE Spotlight Title Matches unless I am the one being given the Shot. And if MOB Squad loses, well, I will again say NO MORE, and not allow one more title shot, until I win the thing that I have had my eye on for over 10 months, the Spotlight Title. I bet all of you, who can't comprehend a word I just said, are asking how can I do this. Well, its actually really simple. I just take this chair in my hand (motions to the chair, which he now opens up in the middle of the ring) And I sit in it. So from now on, whenever there is a Spotlight Title Match, you will see MOB Squad out in his chair, in the middle of the ring, saying NO MORE!

[Officials come from the back and try to convince Squad to leave. He picks up a chair and decks one of them. The rest of the officials forcefully take him to the back.]

Terry Hogan – Looks like MOB Squad isn’t happy that he’s not in this match.

[Over the security railing hops Nikita Morosov, who takes a seat the announcer’s table.]

Morosov – Good evening, gentlemen.

Charlie Watkins – Mr. Morosov, may I ask what you’re doing here?

Terry Hogan – He’s adding class to the show, Charlie.

Morosov – Actually, I’m just here to scout the competition for the Spotlight Belt that is all but mine.

[The opening bell rings. Steele and Jones circle each other in the ring.]

Charlie Watkins – Shouldn’t you be preparing for your tag team title shot?

Morosov – I have so little respect for the current champs that I feel it is not necessary.

[Steele and Jones lock up and Steele puts on a side headlock. Jones shoots Steele into the ropes and shoulder blocks him to the mat. Jones runs to the ropes again. Steele leapfrogs Jones on the first pass and executes a Greco-Roman throw on the second.]

Terry Hogan – Can you let us in on who your partner is going to be, Mr. Morosov?

Morosov – You will have to wait until the match just like everyone else.

[Steele picks up Jones and bodyslams him. Steele drops an elbow and goes for a pin. Jones kicks out at two. Jones gets up slowly and Steele charges him. Steele clotheslines Jones over the ropes. Jones collides with the announcer’s table.]

Charlie Watkins – Look out!

[Steele steps out to the apron and goes for a flying ax handle. Jones punches him in the gut and throws him over the announce table. Steele collides with Nikita Morosov. Jones pulls Steele up and rolls him into the ring. Jones steps back up onto the apron and Morosov throws off his headset. Morosov picks up his chain and nails Jones with it. The referee calls for the bell.]

Anna Dea – The winner of this match, as a result of a disqualification, "The Showstopper" Jett Jones.

Charlie Watkins – Well, Jones wins the match, but not the belt.

Terry Hogan – Hold it Charlie. I don’t think The Russian Bear is done yet.

[Security comes from the back and attempts to escort Morosov out of the arena. Morosov holds them at bay by threatening them with his chain. Suddenly, the camera catches a figure jumping over the railing behind Morosov.]

Charlie Watkins – It’s Justin Arcola!

Terry Hogan – What is he thinking?

[Arcola taps Morosov on the back. Morosov spins around and gets a kick in the midsection followed by a double underhook piledriver.]

Charlie Watkins – Arcola Driver on the concrete!

[Arcola takes Morosov’s chain and wraps it around Morosov’s neck. He places a foot on the Russian Bear’s back and pulls on both ends of the chain at once.]

Charlie Watkins – Arcola is choking the Russian Bear with the chain!

Terry Hogan – Look at his eyes, Charlie. He’s lost it.

[Security pulls Arcola off Morosov. Morosov stands up and tries to get to Arcola. They are both escorted to the back by security, each verbally and physically threatening the other.]

Charlie Watkins – Those two meet later tonight, but they look like they want at each other now.

[Both men are escorted to the back.]

Terry Hogan - Easy there tigers... your match is next.

Charlie Watkins – Right now, we’ve got a tag team title match.

Terry Hogan – One that was supposed to happen last week, but was cut due to time constraints.

Anna Dea – The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the SWL Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, from Rochester, NY, weighing in at 252 pounds, one half of the SWL Tag Team Champions, Justin Arcola!

[Wagner’s "Ride of the Valkyries" cuts over the PA as Justin Arcola steps out into the entranceway with the tag team title belt strapped over his shoulder. He raises his free hand in a fist over his head and waits for the brass section to kick in. He marches to the ring to the beat, both confident and determined.]

Anna Dea – And his partner, 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, tosses his belt to Justin, and flips over the ropes to the middle of the ring. He is handed back the belt and holds it with one hand as he flexes his biceps.]

Anna Dea – Their opponents…introducing first, from St. Petersburg, Russia, weighing in at 285 pounds, "The Russian Bear" Nikita Morosov!

[Russian Natl Anthem blares as Morozov walks to the ring, chain wrapped around his shoulders and the Russian flag in his hand. He is holding a microphone and stops short of the ring apron as both Arcola and Ho stare him down.]

Morosov – Now, hold on, you two little sorry excuses for champions. Back up one minute.

[Arcola charges Morosov, but is held back by the referee and Ty Shun Ho.]

Morozov: Easy there, we'll battle soon enough, 1st I would like to introduce my big surprises, ha ha

[Morozov points at the curtain and throws down the mic. ]

[Guerrilla Warfare by Rage Against the Machine blares, as MOB Squad walks towards the ring. He takes the mic from Morosov.]

MOB Squad – Mr. Morosov, I want to thank you for inviting me to be your partner. And Arcola, Ho, you two might as well kiss those belts good-bye and get ready for the beating of your lives.

[They slide into the ring and attack the champions. Kevin Mills calls for the opening bell. Morosov dumps Ty Shun Ho out of the ring and he and Squad begin to work on Arcola. They whip him into the ropes and deliver a double clothesline. They drop elbows on him in tandem.]

Charlie Watkins – I don’t think the champions expected this from the challengers.

[Kevin Mills puts MOB Squad out of the ring. Morosov whips Arcola into the ropes, but Arcola reverses it. Morosov runs into a waiting Ty Shun Ho, who springboards from the apron into the ring with a flying knee, then just as quickly exits the ring. Morosov goes down and Arcola jumps on top of him, unloading with furious punches.]

Charlie Watkins – Arcola warned Morosov this wouldn’t be a wrestling match.

Terry Hogan – Arcola better START wrestling. I don’t think he can win a slugfest with the Russian Bear.

[Arcola tags in Ty Shun Ho and holds Morosov as Ho leapfrogs the ropes and delivers a heel kick to the back of Morosov’s neck. Ty Shun Ho delivers knife-edge chops and backs Morosov into the corner. He applies a side headlock, but Morosov muscles him into the ropes. Morosov makes a blind tag and shoves Ho into the opposite ropes. Morosov ducks under Ho, who runs into a big clothesline from MOB Squad.]

Charlie Watkins – Ty Shun Ho didn’t see the tag there.

[MOB Squad delivers a tilt-o-whirl slam and tags Morosov. They execute a tandem powerbomb. Morosov tags MOB Squad and MOB Squad delivers several ax handle smashes that weaken Ho. MOB Squad lifts Ho up into a bearhug.]

Charlie Watkins – The newly formed tag team working on all cylinders here.

[Kevin Mills asks Ty Shun Ho if he quits, but Ho won’t give up. Ty Shun Ho claps the ears of Squad and Squad releases the hold. Ty Shun Ho runs into the ropes and hits a flipping lariat that takes down Squad. Ty Shun Ho and MOB Squad crawl to their corners and they both make tags.]

Terry Hogan – Here we go.

Charlie Watkins - Justin Arcola and The Russian Bear one-on-one.

[Arcola spears Morosov and punches him repeatedly. Morosov turns Arcola over and punches him back. The referee attempts to step between them and catches a shot from Morosov, knocking him out. Arcola seizes the opportunity and hits a big German suplex. Arcola signals to Ho and Ho climbs the turnbuckle. Arcola whips Morosov into the ropes and lifts him into a flapjack position. Ho dives off the ropes and hits a missile dropkick. Morosov goes down and stays down.]

Charlie Watkins – A big move, but there’s no referee.

[Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out.]

Terry Hogan – What happened?

[Over the speakers, "South Texas Death Ride" is heard. A spotlight shines on the upper part of the rafters right above the entranceway revealing two men standing with nooses around their necks and burlap sacks over their heads.]

Charlie Watkins – My God! That’s Tank and Star!

Terry Hogan – They’ve been missing since last week.

Charlie Watkins – Who did this to them?

Terry Hogan – Take a wild guess.

[The music dies down and a voice is heard over the loudspeaker.]

Voice - The Verdict is in, The Squad is..........GUILTY AS CHARGED!!!!!

[The Oklahoma Lynch Mob appears behind the Squad and pushes them over the edge.]

Charlie Watkins – NO! Someone help them!

Terry Hogan – Can you believe this?

[The Squad hangs in front of the entranceway dangling as the house lights come up. SWL officials and referees run out to cut the two men down, thankfully in time to resuscitate them. The OK Lynch Mob points to the four men in the ring.]

Voice – The question is now, which one of you are next in line?

[The lights go out again. When they come up, Tank and Star are being stretchered out of the arena and the Lynch Mob are gone. Mass chaos ensues and the tag team title match is thrown out.]

Charlie Watkins – We’ve got a serious situation brewing here, folks. But we do have to move on. It’s time for our main event.

Anna Dea – The following contest is our main event! Coming down the aisle, from Eerie, Indiana accompanied by Resurrection Mary, weighing in at 234 pounds, the Ghost From No Where!

[The Ghost From No Where and Resurrection Mary make their way to the ring.]

Anna Dea – And his opponent, weighing in at 285 pounds, from Las Vegas, Nevada, "Mr. Vegas" Johnny Spades!!!

["Show Me What You Got" echoes through the complex bringing the crowd to their feet. The lights dim as purple lights flash and Johnny Spades walks out. Spades looks around at the booing crowd then puts his muscular arms in the air mocking the crowd. Spades stands on the turnbuckle bugging the fans.]

Charlie Watkins – It was only six weeks ago that The Ghost defeated Spades for the Quasar Title.

Terry Hogan – We’ll see if Spades has revenge on his mind.

[The bell rings and the two lock up. Spades breaks the tie-up and hits Ghost with forearms. Spades reels back for a big clothesline. Ghost ducks under it and drop kicks the knee of Spades. Spades falls to one knee and Ghost hooks him in a front face lock. Ghost executes a swinging DDT.]

Charlie Watkins – The Ghost employing a strategy of control here.

Terry Hogan – He’s chopping the big man down to size.

[Ghost comes off the ropes and goes for an elbow, but Spades moves out of the way. Spades picks up Ghost and delivers a Northern Lights Suplex. Spades bridges into a pin, but only gets two. Spades delivers a falling headbutt and goes for another pin. Ghost kicks out again, but without much authority.]

Charlie Watkins – Spades in definite control now.

[Spades tosses Ghost outside the ring and steps out to the apron. Spades goes to leap off with a flying forearm. At the last second, Ghost jumps and dropkicks Spades’ face. Spades crumples to the floor. Ghost climbs to the apron as Spades gets up slowly. Ghost runs and delivers a cannonball that sends them both into the security railing on the far side of the ring.]

Terry Hogan – The Ghost may have done more damage to himself than Spades.

[As the referee tends to Ghost, Spades begins to stand and climbs to the apron. From the entranceway sprints Vindicator, who is carrying his infamous crowbar. He low-blows Spades with it and hooks his arm from behind. Vindicator delivers a Russian Leg Sweep from the apron to the floor, using the crowbar as the base.]

Terry Hogan – Hey!

Charlie Watkins – I don’t think the referee saw it. He’s busy with the Ghost.

[Vindicator rolls Spades back in the ring. The Ghost gets up and slides in under the bottom rope. He picks up Spades and delivers a Cradle DDT.]

Charlie Watkins – There’s the Downfall. It’s all over!

[Ghost drapes an arm over Spades…1…2…3!]

Anna Dea – Here is your winner, The Ghost From No Where!

[Vindicator slides in under the bottom rope with a microphone in hand.]

The Vindicator - Spades, it's pretty easy to beat a man who gets knocked out by his own partner. You beat me last week, or should I say Rock beat me last week, but this thing ain't over yet!

(Crowd cheers.)

The Vindicator - I know that you're the number one contender for the title at the next pay per view but you mark my words - I will fight you at the pay per view one way or another and I will show you why they call me the man who defies all the odds.

[The Vindicator slams down the mic on Spades chest and begins to exit the arena. Spades gets up and follows him down the aisle, attacking him from behind.]

Charlie Watkins – It looks like Spades isn’t through with Vindicator yet.

[The two men brawl up towards the entranceway. As they get close to the curtain, a chair is swung from behind it that collides with Vindicator’s head. Billy Rock steps out from behind the curtain with a triumphant look on his face, then sees that he has hit Vindicator and stares in shock.]

Charlie Watkins – Billy Rock hit Vindy again!

[Spades spins him around, delivers a kick to the midsection, and lifts Rock high in the air. Spades delivers the Royal Flush on the concrete and exits through the curtain, leaving the two Regulators unconscious in the aisle.]

Charlie Watkins – Ladies and gentlemen, there is some trouble brewing here between the Regulators. And with the handicap match next week for the title involving Rhodes, Vindicator, and Rock, ANYTHING can happen.  For Terry Hogan, I’m Charlie Watkins. Keep reaching for those stars!