Elisha Johnson: Fans welcome back.

Trevor Rowe: What the hell?

A crew of men in "STAFF" shirts quickly race down to ringside carrying what appears to be miniature "buildings". The ones you would find in New York City.

Elisha Johnson: Trevor are you seeing what I'm seeing? What on earth is going on!??!?

The men enter the ring and begin setting up the buildings, a miniature Empire State building goes up, the Statue of Liberty, a World Trade Center, and dozens of other "skyscrapers". Trevor stands up and grabs one of the workers by the arm as he goes by.

Trevor Rowe: Sir, what in this world is going on here!?

Staff Member: Sir, we've been paid to set these here, I've got to go help set up.

Trevor Rowe: By who? Who paid you to set these up and why?!

Staff Member: Sir I cannot divulge that information, the man was a paying customer, besides I figure you're about to find out, now if you'll excuse me.

The man brushes by and enters the ring, helping his partners out, soon the entire ring is full of small skyscrapers as the crews hurry back down the aisle. There's a buzz among the anxious/curious fans. Many of whom are already laughing a bit.

Elisha Johnson: Fans we apologize for this. Obviously we have no clue what's going on.

Suddenly a loud impact shakes the entire arena. It's music. It's the sounds of a synthesizer. The sound of the beginning of the Beastie Boy's song "Intergalactic". The fans come alive.

Trevor Rowe: What the hell?

The lights flicker and go off. A huge rumbling noise is heard high above the arena and suddenly there's a red glow, a firey blaze is slowly moving across the arena rafters, pictures flash all over the arena, each time illuminating the subject at hand. A silver robot exactly like the one in the Beastie's video is sailing across the top of the arena. The fans are laughing their asses off, and blowing the roof off the joint. Soon the lights brighten a bit and the ropes supporting the "robot" can be seen, the Robot turns vertical and begins it's descent toward the ring below it, fire still shooting out from it's boots. The fans eating it up the whole time.

Elisha Johnson: Fans I don't know what to say (barely able to keep from laughing).

The "robot" touches ground in the center of the ring and begins some stupid ridiculous dance as the ropes fall off of it's back and are quickly drawn up back into the rafters. The music still blaring, the robot acts out the video, destroying "New York City", the scaled down version. The fans are dying with laughter, still not knowing what the hell's going on, just knowing it's funny. Finally the entire ring "city" has been flattened as the "robot" continues to dance around. Suddenly there's a huge "BOOOOOMMM" in the ring that causes a collective scream from everyone near the ring. And when the smoke clears, who's standing there getting a huge pop? Price.

Trevor Rowe: Price?! My gawd, we should have known. Geez and this lunatic has a microphone.

Price: Heelllllllllllllllllloooooooooo!!!!! (Big face pop) You know I was standing back there in the back and I heard someone say that it just wasn't the same without ol' Price out there. So I figured what the hell, I was going to just get into my robot suit and fly home to my house on the planet Utopia. But I forgot where I put my keys, and well, the last time I got a haircut was three years ago, go figure.

Elisha Johnson: What in the hell is he talking about?

Trevor Rowe: Just don't try to make sense of him Elisha. He doesn't even know what he's talking about.

Price: Now hold on hold on, I know you all want to see the blonde bore take on Bryan Mercy in the main event. But I just have one thing to say. Tommorow Night I've got a date with my oldest bestest buddy, Vice. As many of you know, Vice and I have been bestfriends since the third grade when I stopped Scooter McNally from stealing his chocolate milk and the relationship has been thriving since then. I just wanted to come out here tonight and say, Vice, I love you like my own brother and I know that no matter who wins this, we'll still come out best buds forever! I love you Vice! And to all you fans who are concerned about my well being. Being as I'm the target of conspiracy after conspiracy and I can't seem to get a fair shake at what I deserve. Let me assure you that my bestfriend Vice won't let anything like that happen. So I'm gonna leave now. But before I go, I've got to ask this one question. Who here thinks I'm pretty fly for a white guy?!?!

The fans cheer their butts off, laughing all the way as Price runs and leaps over the top rope, landing face first on the cement outside. The fan's let out an "ohhh" then begin laughing again as Price lifts the mic up to his mouth and yells.

Price: Don't worry, I'm okay! Cue my music!

"Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys comes on as Price exits the arena to a thunderous round of laughs.

Elisha Johnson: Well, ahem, okay. He's, well, he's.....

Trevor Rowe: He's messed up in the head, fans, with all of that going on we've got to take a commercial break. When we come back we'll have some special announcements. Don't turn that dial!

The scene comes back up, in a small movie set of sorts off to the side of the entranceway. A small podium is set up in front of a large movable wall with the "BEW 1998 Awards" logo all over it. Marty Scott stands, a table covered with awards next to him. A tuxedo on. He speaks into the camera as the arena lights fade and spotlights hit the little set.

Marty Scott: BEW fans everywhere let me welcome you to the first BEW awards ceremony! During this brief span of a few minutes I'd like to bring all the winners out to recieve their awards. You voted for them along with the other wrestlers and several wrestling columnists! So without further ado here is the first award. For the category of BEW Card of the Year the nominees are, Livin' On A Prayer, held November 14th at Downing Stadium, and Blizzard, held on December 23rd, 1998 at the Continental Airlines Arena. And the winner is.....BEW Livin' On A Prayer! And here to accept the award is the owner of the BEW, Mr. Micheal Merrix!

"You've Got Another Thing Coming" starts to play and the crowd stands up to cheer the native New Yorker as he arrives with the Underlord, Mikey Firewater, Thug Immortal, and the "New And Improved" Punisher. He takes the award and shakes Marty's hand and departs, the crowd cheering as clips of Livin' On A Prayer play on the big screen.

Marty Scott: The next category is for the Most Hardcore Wrestler of the Year. The nominees are, Jon Prophet, Vice, and Jaigo. And the winner is.......Vice!

"Killing In The Name Of" starts to play and the curtains remain silent, the fans boo but start to letup as Vice doesn't appear.

Marty Scott: I apologize fans, it seems Vice is not on hand tonight. Okay, for the next category, Finisher of the Year, the nominees are, Shawn Twilight's "Hero's Suplex", Jaigo's "Seige", Jon Prophet's "Hellhole", Vice's "Corruption", Smokey's "Roach Clip", Kirt Kinson's "Final Flex", Devastator's "Destruction Driver, and Tank Fury's "Canon Clothesline. And the winner is.....The Hero's Suplex courtesy of Shawn Twilight!

"Not For You" by Pearl Jam starts to play and Shawn appears with Sidney in hand. He steps up to the podium and with one flash of his famous cocky grin, he takes his award and shakes Marty's hand. He departs and the fans let up their mixed reafction.

Marty Scott: And the next category. This one is for the Most Underestimated Wrestler of the Year. The nominees for this award are,Tank Fury, Kirt Kinson, and Devastator! And the winner is, Devastator!

"The Immortals" starts to play and Dev appears pumped. The fans give him a standing ovation and he slaps hands with them as he recieves his award and very graciously shakes the hand of the "Voice Of The BEW". He leaves after holding his award high into the air.

Marty Scott: And now the big award, the Wrestler of the Year! The nominees are, Vice, Shawn Twilight, Smokey, Virus, and Jaigo! The winner is........Virus!

"Who Made Who" by AC/DC starts to blast on the P.A.. The fans boo, some cheer as Virus appears with Venus, and the Punisher watching over the scene. The Hammer is on his belt as he slowly stalks over to Marty and takes his award. He doesn't shake Marty's hand and looks out to the crowd. He hands the award to Venus who tucks it under her arm and the three leave. The lights fade off that scene and the show goes to commercial.

The crowd begins to cheer as the curtains part and Ryan Magee makes his way down to the ringside area. He climbs into the ring brushing his sports jacket off the ropes as he enters. Taking the mic from Craig he turned to talk to the crowd.

Ryan Magee: I have come out here to make one simple anouncement. I don't think I have to waste my time on explaining on just why this sport and everyone from Twilight, to Merrix to Virus make me sick. I'm just here to say...that this is the very last time that the man who built every organization this fallen community has ever seen...that's right...as of the minute I drop this mic I leave. I'm gone. That's it. I'm out. And for you all...I bestow my contractual obligations and all the money that I make...into the hands of the one...the only...Greg ESKRIDGEEEEE!

With a sly grin Magee dropped the mic and turned on his heel towards the ropes. Crawling between them he made his way down the aisle. Stopping at the top he gave one wave and was greeted with a huge ovation. Another sly grin and he dissapeared. As he did Greg Eskridge appeared and walked to the ring to the loudest pop of the night. He walks up the ring step in his black on black suit, looking as cocky as ever.

Greg Eskridge: Thank you fans thank you. That's right ol' Double A has returned! Just a few quick points I'd like to make, I'm a very busy man now that Magee's given me his job. Let's run down my agenda.

Point 1- There will be a tag division started shortly, so, in the next week, teams need to start coming together, then it will be decided on how the titles are decided.
Point 2- In my very honest and unbiased opinon, there is no US champion at the moment, because it is a title to be earned. So there will be a 6 man tourney for the title, ending in a triple threat match for the title, all to take place at the next Blitz.
Point 3- With the current influx of smaller rookies and lightweights, look for a lightweight title to come around soon to accomadate them.

And one last thing, tommorrow night at Slugfest, I Gregory Eskridge will be the referee for the World title match! Thank you all and good night. See you tommorrow.

With that Greg departed and the scene went back to commercial.