::::::::::::The camera pans to the back to show Virus tossing "The Hammer" up in the air and then catching it. He then places it in his belt and walks through the doors and into the arena. The camera pans down to show Shawn Twilight laying there holding his back.::::::::::::

Marty: Well it seems that Virus just couldn't wait until tonight's match. This is shaping up to be a real serious fued.

Doug: Shawn may not be the most easy guy to get along with. But that was coldblooded. I hope's alright by his match later tonight........

::::::::::::The screen comes alive, the sounds of "If You Want Blood You Got It" by AC/DC can be heard as a huge explosion goes off and freeze frames of Livin' On A Prayer come up. A shot of the wild ending to the Rax/Kinson/Smokey/Virus match. The attack by Virus on Vengeance. Shawn Twilight hitting a Hero's Suplex. Vice and Ravenne taking their shots at the Twilight "family." Lex hitting a Groin Zero on Jaigo. Virus and Twilight going over the top rope in a strange finish. Smokey coming to the ring looking as cocky and talented as ever. Virus holding the World title up. Finally two of Shame. One hitting Virus with a spear and the other with the Lonestar standing in the ring with the fans going crazy. The chorus of the song comes up and another explosion reveals the sold out Buffalo Civic Center. Signs all around, fireworks going off on the rampway and ringposts. The shot finally moves down to our two announcers. Marty Scott and Doug "Vampire Hunter" Torres, standing in front of their announce booths. Fans behind them trying to get on camera. The song fades out and the lights come on.::::::::::::

Marty Scott: Wellllccccoommmmeeee to the debut of BEW Friday Night Blitz! We're live in Buffalo and we're sold out. All the superstars are here. All the champions are here. And the great action that began with Livin' On A Prayer continues tonight!

Doug "Vampire Hunter" Torres: I guess so Marty. We have a tag match involving three of our four champs and one very pissed off guy, where the tension has built up, and tonight it is released in what promises to be a war.

Marty: To say the least.

Doug: Not to mention a decent undercard. Starting with a triple threat cage match that's the result of events at Livin' On A Prayer. Held just last Saturday in my wondeful hometown, New York City, New York. We also have two hardcore matches between four hardcore athletes. And.....

Marty: (Interrupting) It seems we're getting word from the back that there's been some kind of commotion already, Our ever ready cameramen and reporters are back there now. Let's go to the BEW's own, Sean Wallace. Sean?

::::::::::::The scene switches to the lockeroom area of the arena. The referee's dressing completely trashed. Sean Wallace is standing right near the doorway where secruity officials and refs are trying to sort the mess out.::::::::::::

Sean Wallace: Well guys as you can see, there's been some sort of vandalism on the referee dressing room. Nobody back here saw anything, or at least they claim that. Plenty of scary individuals roaming these hallways so I wouldn't be surprised if someone back here is scared. They're trying to find any clue as to what happened and.....wait here comes Owner and President of Big East Wrestling, Micheal Merrix. Mr. Merrix. Sir can we get your view on this?

-BEW President Micheal Merrix: Well obviously I'll have something to say Sean. I pay these fine gentlemen to call things by the rules and keep order. I know it's hard in the sport of wrestling but they do a great job and I'll be damned if I let this go down without a penalty on somebody. I will get to the bottom of this, mark my words I will and then, to you, the person or persons that did this. There will be hell to pay. Now if you'll excuse me Sean I have work to do. Thanks for your time.

Sean: Some very harsh words from our boss there. And he's none to happy about this. Guys, back to you.

::::::::::::The scene switches back to Marty and Doug. Now behind their booth with headsets on. Monitors going as usual.::::::::::::

Marty: Mr. Merrix seems awful upset.

Doug: The guy's pissed. I feel bad for Mike, all that money and look what someone does. I hope you get'em buddy.

Marty: Excuse me it's Mr. Merrix and I wasn't aware you were such a good friend of his.

Doug: I'm not. I'm just a great friend to the "Merrix family". If you know what I'm saying.

Marty: Ohhhh. I see. In any case I hear the P.A. and it's time for our frist match of the night. let's go to Craig Connors who's in the ring as we start off the first ever Blitz!

Craig Connors: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the opening contest, live on Friday Night Blitz live from beautiful Buffalo! Introducing the first participant in this triple threat, steel cage rumble. He hails out of Austin, Texas and made his presence known at Livin' On A Prayer. Standing six feet eight inches and weighing 285 pounds. He is Tannnnnkkkkkkk Furrrrryyyyy!!!

:::::::::::::The fans give a minimal amount of applause and don't bother to boo as Fury comes out. A little surprised at this response. He enters the cage and waits.::::::::::::

Craig Connors: And the second man involved in this match. From Green Bay, Wisconsin. A friend to the man known as Ice, and the uncle of the great wrestler Bryan Slade. Standing six feet six inches in height and weighing 280 pounds, he is Jake Reeeeeddddd!!!

::::::::::::The camera focuses on the curtain as "Slither" by Metallica plays. But nobody comes through the curtain. As Craig Connors waits in the ring with Tank Fury, a short man in a suit comes from behind the curtains and "Slither" fades out. The fans are silent and the man in the suit hands a small piece of paper to Connors who reaches through the open cage door. Craig reads it and stands back in the center of the ring.:::::::::::

Craig Connors: Ladies and gentlemen, the BEW front offices sadly announce the Jake Reed cannot be here tonight due to personal matters. And the sad news continues as Jack Irons has quit the BEW and is no longer under contract. Therefore, the winner of this match via a forfeit. Tank Furrrrryyyyy!!!

::::::::::::The fans boo in unison at this as Tank Fury raises his arms in victory. Connors leaves the ring. As Fury goes to the top turnbuckle the fans erupt into cheers. Shame is charging down the aisle with a 4 x 4 in hand. Fury with his back turned to thr aisle figures the fans are cheering for him and pumps his fist in the air. He drops from the turnbuckle and turns. With a second of surprise on his face he gets nailed square over the head by the 4 x 4. Cameras go off. Fury is busted wide open as Shame raises his hands over the fallen man and the fans cheer even louder. He departs and medical staff begin to hit the ring to check on Tank Fury.::::::::::::

Doug: And Shame is out to prove who the real toughest man from Texas is. That was a great shot he gave Fury and maybe now he knows who the fans are behind. The roof nearly blew off this place when Shame came out and leveled him.

Marty: He's a popular man and the BEW fans love him. I'm not surprised. He's serious about what he says though. People need to take that seriously.

Doug: Well it seems like Tank Fury is out of here. And I hear some music starting so let's shut up and listen Martin.

Marty: Martin?

::::::::::::"You've Got Another Thing Coming" by Judas Priest starts to play and BEW Owner and President Micheal Merrix comes through the curtains, a gold title belt under his arm and a mic in his suit pocket. The fans give a nice round of applause and he slaps hands with some of them on the way to the ring. He gets in and holds a mic to his mouth.::::::::::::

-BEW President Micheal Merrix: Thank you fans. So far this hasn't been the night I wanted. A bit to slow if you understand me. But we've still got plenty of action that you deserve for buying those tickets and making this the place it is!

::::::::::::The fans pop.::::::::::::

BEW President Micheal Merrix: Now I'd like to ask the one and only Shawn Twilight to come down here so I can award him his title. Also so I don't have to listen to how he didn't get it. Don't worry Shawn I was going to get to it sooner or later. Shawn, come on down.

::::::::::::"Not For You" by Pearl Jam starts to play and from the curtains walks Twilight, Sidney in hand. Tybalt in tow. The fans boo the avid West Coaster as he makes his way to the ring. A bit slow because of the earlier attack. But that cocky grin still shining. He gets into the ring and steps in front of President Merrix.::::::::::::

BEW President Micheal Merrix: Thank you for coming out Shawn. Now seeing as though you are the BEW United States champion. You need your belt so here you go. And make no mistake about it, you can call yourself the "Pacific champ". But you're still the "United States champ" to all these great East Coast fans, and fans all across this great nation. You earned it.

::::::::::::President Merrix hands the belt to Shawn who drapes it over his shoulder. The fans start to make noise as two individuals hit the ring.::::::::::::

Doug: Whoa what's that?! Tybalt, who was just standing at ringside got leveled with a huge chair shot! He's out and not even moving! Who was that? The guy who hit him is ripping off his hooded sweatshirt.

Marty: It's Shadow Dancer, and Eve's with him! What are they doing here?!

Doug: Wait! There's another guy in black who just hit the ring! Twilight tries to clothesline him, but the man ducks, and lands a flying shoulderblock! He lifts Twilight back up. Spinning Northern Lights!

Marty: That looks familiar.

Doug: Twilight is laid out on the mat, and the mystery man jumps to the top turnbuckle. Huge elbowdrop! Now he's just standing over Twilight and peering down at him.

Marty: Eve and Shadow Dancer are in the ring now, and Shadow Dancer picks Twilight up in a gorilla press. He's carrying Twilight over to the ropes, and Sidney is beating on Shadow's back, trying to help her man!

Doug: Ouch! Eve just grabs the poor girl by the hair, and slams the back of her head onto the canvas. Shadow drops Twilight too, head first to the concrete floor, and Eve just tossed Sidney to the outside.

Marty: The two mask men nod, and.....

Doug: JUSTIN BLUNT IS SHADOW DANCER!!!

Marty: OH MY, IT'S GREG ESKRIDGE!!!

Doug: The Blue Chips are here, the Blue Chips are here!!!

Marty: God help us all, Greg just grabbed the microphone.

Greg Eskridge: Did you actually think I'd be gone for long?

::::::::::::There is a huge fan pop, that Greg takes in thoroughly before continuing. He and Justin take a second to high five and hug, and Greg seems to make a little comment on how well Justin did when he hooked up with Eve. Finally, Greg gets back to the microphone.::::::::::::

Greg: Justin, all I gotta say, is that even though I might have been talking so much about the Blue Chips over the past two months, but, let me tell you something man. We are the original, and there ain't nothing like the real thing baby!

::::::::::::There is another huge pop, and Greg hands Justin the microphone.::::::::::::

Justin: That's right, Greg, it's been too long, and us getting reunited has been long overdue. But Greg, nobody can tell it like you, so let me put this microphone in the hands of the man that it was made for.

::::::::::::The fans haven't really calmed totally down this entire time, but finally, Greg takes the microphone, and raising his hand, showing that he has a lot to say.::::::::::::

Greg: I got some stuff to get off my chest, so I'd like everyone to listen a little bit, and I'll let you know about the kind of stuff that goes on in this buisness.

To many of you right now are wondering why the hell I was able to just run in the ring, top speed, get as much air as ever, and handle Twilight like that, instead of being on crutches and in some drug clinic. Simple. Let me put it like it should be said. Fuck President Moushon! Fuck President Stone! And I'd say "Fuck Ryan Magee", but apparently Latex Lex is already doing that!

::::::::::::The fans give a major pop to that one, and a roar of laughter to accompany it, but Greg quickly raises his hand to silence them so that he can finish.::::::::::::

Greg: Yeah, I know it sounds funny, but you'd be surprised how true that is. Back to what I was saying. As soon as Magee sold the WCIWA to Stone and Moushon, on the verge of my first PPV main event, I got to have a little meeting with the two WCIWA heads. They basically told me that they didn't like my style, I was to young, and I had the wrong attitude to represent the WCIWA as the World Champion, so they were not willing to even go through with my rightful shot at the World title. Then, as I was extremely pissed and thinking about leaving, they took me off TV for two weeks, and fabricated a "work", as we call it in the business. That's where you take fiction and throw it into the wrestling world, where it should never be. They said if I didn't go through with it, I'd be in court the next week, and I guess I just didn't feel like contesting it, and now you all know me as a recovering drug addict with a gimpy knee and a short managerial career. Well, I assure you, none of that is true, but my word is all I can give.

So why am I here now?

Well, three reasons:

Number 1- Twilight isn't gonna run from my ass this time! There will be a match between us, very soon. My good buddy, Micheal Merrix has assured it!

Number 2- I saw my former tag partner here, apparently using some lame gimick only Magee could think up, and had to give him some relief.

Number 3- Over a few beers, Merrix decided that the Blue Chips are his only hope at tag team domination in the EWA.

How could I turn that down? A match with Twilight, a reunion with my partner, dominating one of the biggest events in wrestling, and then being free to go, with no contract obligations, but a shit load of money. That's the way it shoulda always been. I don't care about titles or fame. Hey, I've already been a World Champion, and I'm the most popular wrestler in the history of this sport. Now it's time for me to sit back and do things my way. ****Flashing that famous smile.**** I hope everyone here is ready. I SURE AS HELL AM!!!

Justin: That's right, no more damn Shadow Dancer! Just Greg, Justin, Eve, and a helluva good time! The Blue Chips are back, and nobody can stop us!

::::::::::::The Chips depart from the ring, the fans going out of their minds. As soon as they go through the curtains, President Merrix comes walking out with a bounce to his step. He walks down the aisle and stops just at the end. All the while the ring getting setup by the BEW ring crew for the next match.:::::::::::

Marty: And now ladies and gentlemen a few words from President and Owner of Big East Wrestling. Mr. Michael Merrix.

BEW President Micheal Merrix: Ladies and Gentlemen it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to a man I had never expected to be talking to, much less walk into an arena for a BEW card. But as luck would have it I have the very proud honor of introducing to you a man rather well known in this business, not for his actions but his opinions. You probably have heard of him and fall into two categories where you either love him or loathe him. He's not the Governor elect of Minnesota but he too will shock the world! Ladies and Gentleman the new editorialist for BEW........ "Dirty" Henry Harrison!!!

::::::::::::"Generic" elevator music begins to play as out steps a middle aged man, rather plump in the middle. He wears a plain brown suit and tie and chomps on a stogie as he makes his way to the ring. The fans look on with a sense of both shock and excitement at seeing the infamous writer in person.::::::::::::

Marty: What a bombshell!! How in God's name did Merrix pull this off?! He somehow managed to hire up the WCIWA's most outspoken defender.

Doug: A man known for both his loyalty and overzealousness. I don't know why he's here, but I can guess him being here is the only reason he hasn't tried to trash us yet. Someone over on the West Coast must be shitting brick loads right now.

Marty: Watch your mouth Doug.....

::::::::::::Merrix hands the microphone to the older heavier man. The ring still being setup behind them.::::::::::::

Henry: (In a thick Brooklyn accent): Thank you Mr. Merrix. Like you good sir, I never saw myself showing up here either. I never had intentions of leaving the WCIWA and coming here. My intention was to stay on with the company for the rest of my career. I didn't leave out of haste or reasons of better money, a nicer parking space, or whatever fuels other people. I loved working for WCIWA, I loved every minute of every day that I worked there, I would have worked there for peanuts if need be and no amount of cash thrown my way could have changed that. And it didn't, but something or shall I say someone did.

The reason I left WCIWA was because it stopped being the WCIWA I loved. When Mr. Magee left he took a nice roll of dough with him, he left the spirit of the place behind but that spirit left due to the action not of Magee but of the new Ownership of Robert Moushon and Alan Stone.

::::::::::::A few gasps and boos.::::::::::::

Henry: We all have our ideas about the way things should be done, and mine and their ideas didn't mesh. They differed with me and what Magee's approach and opinions were on such things as the WCIWA itself the relationship with WIW and MOATF. Due to the disagreement it was necessary to part ways.

I'd go into more detail about this, but for that you will have to read my latest column. I know this sounds like a blatant plug, and well it is.

::::::::::::Merrix fights a laugh.:::::::::::::

Henry: But honestly I can't go into the details here because basically the subject matter and language isn't appropriate for the airwaves or some of the younger fans in the audience tonight. Thank you for your time.

:::::::::::The fans give applause as President Merrix and the "Dirty One" leave back the aisle. The ring finally set. Barbwire in place of ropes. Tacks laying all over the ring. And small mines scattered on the mat. As well as a few tables. An ominous cage hanging above. Craig Connors waits in the middle of it all and the show goes to a commerical break::::::::::::

-Commercial-

Craig Connors: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a Fire and Brimstone match! The only way to win is to climb out through the fire that will burning on the cage itself. Anything goes! Introducing first, hailing out of Canada. He is The Man They Call "Brookkkkkeeeeerrrrrr!!!

::::::::::::"The Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson begins to play as the big man comes out to the ring. A leather mask on, and some leather pants. The fans give a mixed reaction as he cautiously enters the ring. Examining the dangerous surroundings.::::::::::::

Craig Connors: And his opponent, coming out of Cairo, the man who claims to be the most insane wrestler in the BEW, and one of the most hardcore men on the face of the Earth. An innovator of the Fire and Brimstone match, he is Jonathan Prophet!!!

:::::::::::"Smells Like Teen Spirit" hits the P.A. and the fans go into boos as the arrogant Prophet comes out. Wearing jeans and a T-Shirt. He slides in under the bottom rope and eyes Brooker down. Connors departs the ring and the cage lowers. As soon as it hits the floor it lights up in flames and the fans let out an "Ahhhhhh". The two lockup in the middle.::::::::::::

Doug: And Brooker starts early with a body slam down onto some tacks. Prophet took that pain like a man and he's lifted and picked up in suplex position, and down onto a mine! He screamed out that time! His back is bloody.

Marty: And I think Brooker hurt himself on that one too. But he's getting up first, slowly. He stomps onto Prophet and lifts him up and lays him on one of those tables. This match may not be suitable for some viewers. This is not a normal BEW match.

Doug: I love it! Brooker going to the second buckle, trying to ignore the heat from that cage as he stays as far as possible from it, and he jumps, and misses! Prophet rolled off! And as Brooker went through he landed on a mine. Pieces of table shoot out like shrapnel. I hope noone was hurt.

Marty: I thought you loved this. Prophet rolled onto some tacks, but he's up and he's stomping Brooker savagely! He lifts the big man up, and German Suplex! More tacks in the back! Jon has a piece of that table, and smashes it over Brooker's head and knocks him back to the mat! Prophet has him back up, and down onto a mine with a DDT!

Doug: Brooker screamed and then, just went silent. Geez what a shot to the head. Prophet looking to make good on his claims as he grabs a chair and goes to the second buckle in the same fashion as Brooker, and with quickness nails an Arabian Face Buster! He lays that chair out, and grabs the bloodied Brooker up by the hair, and down onto the chair with a tombstone piledriver!

Marty: My god Brooker may be dead. He is bleeding profusely, and the fire from that cage, it must be hot in there. Prophet whips him into that barbed wire and Brooker is strung up! How disgusting, his back has been cut to shreds! That fire revived him enough to jump from those ropes and down onto the tack covered mat.

Doug: Prophet weilding a chair and he's walking up to Brooker, he takes it up, and lowblow by Brooker as Prophet stood over him with that chair held high!

Marty: Now that's a testament to Brooker's ability. He just came back from all that punishment to nail that move. And Prophet made a mistake by taking to long to nail him with the chair. That can turn the whole match around.

Doug: Thank you, we may not have figured that out. Always good to have you here.

Marty: Why thank you Doug. Brooker up and he nails a big powerbomb! Prophet went down onto tacks, pieces of table, and his head hit a portion of the chair he dropped. Brooker drops an elbow. Now he has Prophet up and he whips him head on into the flaming cage! Jon bounces off and onto the mat....and there's Brooker with a body splash!

Doug: Brooker has Prophet up and into powerslam position, he's running and Jon drops to the mat behind him, and Brooker turns into an insigurie kick! Prophet with a breath of life and he picks Brooker up and whips him into the cage, and catches him with a spinebuster down to the tacks!

Marty: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just heard on my headset that Virus has now attacked Vengeance.

Doug: Virus is really sending a message out to his opponents before their match tonight. He keeps this up there won't be a match at all. Wait I hear we have footage of the actual attack. A camera was setup and waiting to get words from Vengeance, and as it was being tested the attack was caught on tape. Can we get that footage on screen?

::::::::::::The camera shows Vengeance. He is standing in front of the coffee machine talking to some reporters about his match with Virus tonight. The camera resting, a bit blurry because it's being tested. A bit fuzzy. As he speaks to the reporters, Virus jumps out of a trash can and before Vengeance can turn around Virus takes out "The Hammer" and sweeps Vengeance clear off his feet. he then begins stomping and putting his steel toed boots to the body of Vengeance. Virus looks down at the fallen Vengeance and says "You think I don't own you son!!!!" Virus puts "The Hammer" back on his belt and begins to walk away, and like a maniac, Vengeance gets to his feet and pushes the reporters out of the way and attacks Virus with a lariat to the back of the head. The two men start duking it out as officials break it up. Yelling and cursing is heard as the scene switches back to the match.::::::::::::

Doug: What a savage assault by Virus. And a wild brawl before the match has even started. Virus really is upset with Shawn Twilight and Vengeance.

Marty: Back to the match, Brooker got a small advantage after that spinebuster, but Jon is really going crazy here. He lets out a yell and plants Brooker to the mat, this time onto a chair with a suplex! Now he lifts him up yet again, and down with a huge running powerbomb! God damn Prophet has gone nuts. The fans are actually cheering him. He's taken Brooker apart!

Doug: He's going for the end here. He slaps on Cruel and Unusual Punishment right in the middle. All over those tacks. Brooker's lost alot of blood and Jon's bleeding as well. There's no ref to stop this and Prophet takes it off and heads for the cage. He's climbing that flaming cage! Brooker tried to get up but he's hurting. He got hit with an onslaught.

Marty: And Jon is up, and over! He's the winner! Brooker is still out in the ring. Prophet crawls a bit and stops. His body is smoking, that's not to strange considering he just went through that fire. He asked for the match, a match he's a master at. And he chalked up his first win.

Craig Connors: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, Jonathan Prophet!!!

::::::::::::The fans give applause to Prophet's great match. Suddenly as the ref is raising his hand Rax charges out with a chair. He levels the ref with it and starts back up the aisle. Looking very angry. Suddenly he stops in his tracks as President Merrix is standing in front of him.::::::::::::

BEW President Micheal Merrix: Now now Rax. I thought it would be someone. And I know whoever it was would be stupid enough to come out and reveal themselves. Sadly that's you. Now I said I'd give a hell of a punishment to the people responsible. But you're sorry enough as it is so I'm only suspending you for two weeks, with a fine, and no pay. No get out of my sight.

::::::::::::Rax starts to charge up the aisle at President Merrix, who stands his ground. Looking dead at Rax who snatches the mic from him.::::::::::::

Rax: I quit.

::::::::::::The fans are silent as Rax drops the mic at Merrix's feet, who also looks on with a smirk and a look of surprise. Rax departs and President Merrix follows slowly behind. At ringside, Prophet, slowly gets to his feet. Hurting bad. Brooker finally stirring inside the flaming cage.::::::::::::

Doug: What a shocking turn of events. It's as if Rax wanted to get attention earlier on to lead up to what he did to the ref. That was the same ref who was in charge of his match during the Lethal Lottery at Livin' On A Prayer. He's still pissed I guess.

Marty: Why hasn't the cage been shut off?! This is strange. Brooker is up and I'm sure he wants to get out of there.

Doug: I think there's a problem with the controls. And that fireman coming down the aisle may be here to put it out himself. I've never seen that before.

::::::::::::As Prohet heads up the aisle, the firefighter heads down. Right as they get within striking distance of one another the firefighter clocks Prophet with a solid right. Jon who had his head down didn't see it and falls back startled. The firefighter lifts him up and plants him onto the arena floor with a Death Valley Driver. The firefighter takes the helmet off and it's revealed to be Smokey. The fans go nuts as he stands over Prophet and sprays the extinguisher and lets out a yell. He drops it to the floor and heads back up the aisle as the flaming cage is finally shut down and medical crews rush out to attend to both Prophet and Brooker.::::::::::::

Marty: And Smokey got a bit of revenge for all those Prophet attacks in an unusual fashion. But hey if it works, then I don't see what's wrong with it. Both men have been taken out of here by medical technicians and we're just about ready to start our big tag match. I wonder if Twilight can make it out here after what Virus and the Chips did to him earlier in our broadcast. Let's go to Craig who's in the ring.

Doug: By the way, Kirt Kinson has taken a ringside seat. Can't be good......