The scene opens to another jam packed Blitz. The Maple Leaf Gardens in Tornoto, Ontario, Canada is sold out and fans are standing everywhere listening to "If You Want Blood You Got It" by AC/DC. Waving their signs until the lights come up and the pyros die out.

Trevor "Dean" Rowe: Hellllooooo fans and welcome to another edition of Friday Night Blitz! Live in the home of former BEW World champion, Virus! With me as always is the lovely Elisha Johnson. Doug and Marty will be out a bit later. Craig is in the ring so let's kick things off with a Television title match!

Elisha Johnson: For weeks Prophet has been talking a great game…and let's face it, he's one of the greatest veterans in this sport. His opponent, Grim Reaper has really been trying to take the focus off of all of Jon's accomplishments and trying to get him off of his game…let's see if he can do that tonight…and in the process wrest away the TV title from Mr. Jon Prophet.

"Dragula" by Rob Zombie hits the mics….instantly no one knows who's coming out……total silence on the crowds part…

Elisha Johnson: Making his way to the ring now is of course Grim himself….what a tall man he is.. Trevor: Very….yet skinny as a pole. Anyone with a height of 7'0 has no business weighing 290 pounds! Usually they weigh 100 pounds more than that….but I guess he's got his reasons… Grim Reaper steps over the top rope….backing into the corner and cracking his knuckles as he awaits his opponent.

Soon "Living Dead Girl" by Rob Zombie hits the house speakers and an eerie feeling falls over the crowd….which quickly turns to "demented" cheers for BEW's own Bad Girl, Dawn. She's wearing a latex body suit….and turns to await the original….the one and only twisted one, Jon Prophet…..who enters the arena with his hands extended in front him with his palms facing up…he steps to the ring and walks up the stairs….and steps through the ropes…Dawn following him all the way.

Trevor: Oh what an eerie site that is….Fans, Jon Prophet has been around for years…but never before have I seen him as twisted…as demented…as demonic as he is these days. That man is lethal….he's dangerous….and he's the Television Champion….and let's not forget Dawn…quite possibly the most jezebelic valet of all times….

Elisha: And most sexually deranged as well! Trevor did you have the unfortunate luck of viewing her interviews….the ones of bondage, and even lesBEEPPPism?

Trevor: ….

Elisha: Oh my God….Dean, you're almost 60 years old!

Trevor: Fans, let's get to this match up! The ref has called for the bell and we're underway!

Elisha: (Sigh)……Dawn's on the apron…she needs to get down…..Grim now, going over to exchange a few words….OHHH!! A big knee from Prophet to the small of the back on Grim Reaper! That takes the big man down right off the bat!

Prophet whips Reaper on the back a few times with his robe, then goes to kicking him…..finally drags him up by the head and gives him a few right hands…..then backs him into the ropes and whips him to the other side…as Grim rebounds he catches a knee in the gut that doubles him over…..and then a knee lift that sends him flying backwards and onto his back on the mat. Prophet runs to the ropes and leaps into the air with an elbow drop that gets a great response from the crowd for it's crispness…

Trevor: Wow, Prophet really on the top of his game today…

Prophet drags Reaper back up and tosses him into the corner….delivering a few shots to the body with small jabs…then hoisting Grim up onto the top rope and climbing up with him….and synching in a belly to belly suplex….they both fall to the mat with a thunderous sound. Prophet leaps to his feet and looks down at Dawn…who smiles and nods….and points to her wrist…Prophet allows a slight grin to cross his face but then quickly returns his attention back to Grim Reaper..

Elisha: Whoa, what were those two looks all about?

Trevor: Not sure Elisha but it looked as if Dawn pointed to her watch….no telling what's going through those two brains.

Prophet scoops up Grim and plants him with a slam….tossing him to the ropes once more and pointing to the sky to signal The Harbinger DDT……..he kicks Prophet in the gut as he runs at him….bends him over…and begins to hook him in for the devastating move…..

Elisha: HERE WE GO!

Trevor: NOOO!! GRIM REAPER REVERSES AND FLIPS PROPHET OVER IN A BACK BODY DROP!! Nice desperation move by Grim that quickly turned into an offensive move!

Reaper stumbles up to his feet….wary, but able to gather his wits….he picks up Prophet and tosses him into the corner….he runs in and destroys Prophet with a huge clothesline across the neck…..Prophet stumbles out of the corner…Dawn visibly growing irritated on the outside…..Grim Reaper runs from the corner and connects with a killer bulldog….he covers!

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Trevor: Kickout.

Elisha: Prophet kicks out…and Dawn was looking a bit worried there for a minute!

Grim looks up at the referee….then brings Prophet up to his feet by his hair….he backs Prophet up to the ropes….throwing him to the ropes, but Prophet reverses….Grim hits the ropes…ducks under a clothesline from Prophet….goes under a huge leapfrog from Prophet….and as he hits the ropes for the third time gets TRIPPED by DAWN from the outside! He stumbles forward and then turns around to react….and is instantaneously kicked from behind by Prophet, who spins him around and hooks him up in the Harbinger! Prophet waits for a few seconds, letting Grim contemplate the move…and the fans go nuts..

Trevor: THERE IT IS! THE HARBINGER! That's it!

Prophet hits the move…and then gets on his knees….placing his hand atop Grim's chest….as the referee counts..

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Elisha: Prophet gets the win! Prophet keeps his TV title….great win there for….uhh…Dean, he's not moving….he's just kneeling there on his knees looking down at Grim….what's going on…

Trevor: I'm not sure….Dawn's entering the ring now….Jon Prophet looking back down the aisle now as Dawn curls her fingers over Prophet's chest….Prophet's not getting up though…What the…the lights are flickering…..what the heck is going on!?!

The lights go out…..and a lone spotlight appears right in front of the curtain……an eerie humming sound drones over the speakers….and out steps a massive man….dressed in bondage-styled leather….there's no doubt as to who the man is…

Elisha: (GASP)

Trevor: (under his breath) My Gawd….(now speaking regularly) It is…..Elisha do you realize who that is??? THAT'S HARVESTOR! THE HARVESTOR IS COMING TO THE RING!!

Harvestor steps to the ring….entering it….and staring down Prophet….the fans are going crazy in anticipation/shock of the huge man standing before Prophet….Prophet puts his hands out in front of him, exactly as he did when he entered the arena….palms up. Harvester brings his hand back quickly, as if he were going to chokeslam Prophet, the fans react……But Prophet quickly nods his head down….and The Harvester drops his hand….turns his back on Prophet…..and grabs Grim Reaper by the hair…pulling him to his feet!

Elisha: What in thee Hell is going on!?

Harvester rips Grim's head back…looking into his eyes…cocking his head sideways as if in curiousity….and then looks at Prophet…who nods his head and turns his back, as if not to look at the destruction coming forth…..Harvester synches in Grim for a suplex….hoisting the seven foot man straight up into the air…….and holding him….Until he sees Dawn nod…..and then bringing him down in a brutal modified brainbuster….the fans cringe at the move….Reaper's body goes limp on the mat……and Harvester simply looks down at him… Prophet turns around…..and a smile crosses his face….Dawn curls her finger, as if telling both men to "come on"….as she exits the ring….the two men exit, to a huge ovation just because of the destruction/carnage they've left in the ring.

Trevor: Fans, I don't have to explain to you what you're seeing right now….those two men…….Fans…I ….I don't know……BEW, we have a major problem on our hands…

Elisha: We've got to go to commercial break…we'll be back fans…..(under her breath) Christ, that was scary...

Drown versus Kirt "The Shooter" Kinson

Drown started out quickly as he snapmared Kinson into a headlock he held this for several minutes. Kinson reversed it and landed a couple of arm drags and controled it for the next few minutes. Kinson then made a mistake and Drown nailed a tornado DDT. He followed up with a pleothra of leg drops. Kinson then began a comeback nailing a few variations of the suplex culminating in a two count on Drown. Drown however managed to take the fight to the outside. They battle outside back and forth as the ref counted. Finally right before the ten count Drown rolled back in to the ring.

Winner: Drown at 9:36

Jon Clark versus Life

Nobody came out of the curtain as "Happy Pill" by 16 Volt blasted on the PA. all of the sudden out of the crowd Clark came and rolled into the ring he inverted DDTed Life. The lights then flickered off as Clark disappeared. Life got up and couldn't find him. The lights then flickered again and Clark suplexed Life over. He covered Life but only got a two count. Clark then cinches on a sleeper. He held it for a few minutes until Life ran to the turnbuckle and flipped out of it. Life then hit a series of dropkicks and cross bodies and other high flying tactics on the bigger man. Until Clark caught him and planted him with a lariat. He followed up with a powerbomb. He got a two count. Life then thumbed Clark in the eye and again hit a variety of high flyer moves. At one point he hit a hurricaranna and got a two count. He followed that up with an attempted suplex but it was blocked by Clark who then picked him up and nailed a Vertical DDT for the win. He got up and spat on Life. He was heard muttering "I am looking for Twilight" as he exited through the crowd.

Winner: Jon Clark at 14:46

Marty Scott: Welcome back to Blitz fans! Marty Scott back in the saddle along with Doug Torres. And we just got done seeing Jon Clark and Drown advance in the United State title tournament. And I'm getting word the man who organized it will be joining us momentarily.

Craig Conners: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Vice President of Big East Wrestling, Greeeeeeg ESKRIDGE!!!

A seemingly dark yet incredibly magestic instrumental begins to play, as Greg hits the entrance ramp. He is wearing a black on black Armani suit and black Ray-bans, and his long blonde hair is strewn over his shoulders. He has that classic smile on his face, as he is greeted by a great showing of love by the crowd. He walks to the ring, slapping hands along the way. Finally he gets to the center of the ring, spins around once as blue and silver fireworks take flight from all four sides of the ring, and grabs the microphone from Conners, who exits through the middle rope.

Welcome everyone to Friday Night Blitz!!! This is the first card, fully promoted, assembled, and produced by me, with the help of the great, and not so great talent of the BEW. Tonight we're about to see a tournament to crown the new US champion! Not only that, but all four other active BEW titles will be on the line tonight! So, without further ado, we all know it's gonna be great, so let's get this show on the road!

The fans go crazy, as Greg tosses the microphone to the outside and jogs to the back.

Marty: Wow, the crowd is clearly behind Greg on his new career, thus far. Between flashing cameras the entire time he was speaking and the jubilant cheers echoing worldwide, we know that he's got plenty of fan support worldwide.

Elisha: Still, I don't know about some of the athletes in Big East Wrestling. It seems like some of them are pretty unhappy with their current roles in Greg's eyes.

Doug "Vampire Hunter": Well, I'm sure more will develop on that situation when the time comes. Craig Conners is in the ring, ready for the first match of the night, along with Gemini, waiting patiently in the corner.

Craig Conners: Already to my left, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Gemini.

No reaction whatsoever.

Craig Conners: And now, I give to you, in his BEW debut match, former WCIWA and WiW World champion! Standing at over 6 feet 6 inches tall, and weighing in at over 300 pounds, Minister… of… VIOLENCE!!!

The crowd erupts as MoV hits the entrance ramp. He looks around for a minute at the huge crowd, and, just as his music has barely begun, rushes the ring like a madman.

Doug: MoV looks possessed, and Gemini looks like he's petrified by this mammoth that is about to face him. Gemini tries to hook up with the big man, but is just thrown like a ragdoll into the corner. He lays limp against the turnbuckles as MoV clobbers him with a few punches to the gut and head.

Marty: The ref is counting, but MoV just won't stop, until Gemini slumps to the ground, not having a clue where he is now. MoV turns an evil look towards the referee, and KICKS GEMINI IN THE HEAD for good measure. Gemini is out cold.

Elisha: But MoV isn't done quite yet. He picks Gemini up by the neck with one hand, and tosses him into the center of the ring. Gemini lands hard, and just lays there like a slug. Must be his only defense. MoV runs towards him from the corner, and lands a solid knee drop to the back of Gemini's head!

Marty: I think it's safe to say that the underdog is not going to pull through in this match. MoV stands in the center of the ring above his fallen foe. He places Gemin in position, Wrath of God!

Doug: And, as a true sportsman, MoV spits on Gem's face after that devastating move. Now, he places one foot on Gemini's cheek…

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Doug: What a surprise!

Craig Conners: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, Minister…. Of … VIOLENCE!!!!

Marty: And MoV has won this match, rather easily. After that squash Craig is still waiting in the ring as we continue with Friday Night Blitz!

Craig Conners: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a first round match of tonight's U.S. title tournament! First, coming to the ring right now, followed by his new bodyguard, Jack Irons, weighing it at 172 pounds, Clark Gregory!!!

The arena lights go dim, as "Summer Breeze" by Type O Negative hits the speakers. The only lights now face towards the entrance with a dark blue glow. Interesting enough, as Clark and Jack step through the entranceway, filtered in with the boos are scattered cheers throughout the arena. Several camera shots reveal that the enthusiastic portion is nothing but Gothic, drunken, redneck, and teeny-bopper fans. Great mixture. Clark takes a few bows, blows a few kisses, and he and Jack begin a confident walk to the ring. Clark is wearing baggy silk black pants, black boots, black leather gloves that reach up to his elbows, and his hair is pulled back in a ponytail that reaches halfway down his back. He has a sly grin on his face as he heads to the steel cage- enclosed ring.

Doug: Wait! From out of the back, Thug Immortal just ran down the ramp with a chair, and leveled Jack Irons! Clark turns around, and he TAKES A STIFF SHOT TO THE HEAD! He falls, limply to the ground. Thug throws him up over his shoulder, and carries him the rest of the way to the cage.

Marty: They're in, and there's the bell. This match will be unorthodox to say the very least, as these two guys have named about 550 stipulations to it. The way I figure, all that really matters is that it's a no dq, I-quit, cage match, and Clark Gregory is about to get seriously injured by a really pissed off minority.

Elisha: I agree, Marty. Thug has been the butt of Clark's jokes for weeks, and he's sick of it. And it shows as Thug is tossing Clark from one side of the cage to the other. Hey, you can actually hear Clark's cries as the action wears on.

Clark: Please, no!

Doug: Thug tosses him into the ropes, and hits Clark with a big boot on the rebound, sending Clark flat to the canvas. He lifts Clark up by a handful of hair.

Clark: Owowowowowowow!

Marty: Thug holds Clark at face level, and just spits on him, following up with a few stiff fists, and tosses him to the ring apron. Clark desperately tries to scale the side of the cage in haste.

Clark: Nononononononoooo!

Elisha: Thug grabs Clark's pants leg, and rips him back down. Ok, we don't need to see this! Thug just ripped Clark's pants totally off, revealing Clark to be nothing more than a skinny boy in a jock strap, laying helpless, as Thug uses the pants as a make-shift rope to strangle Clark!

Clark: krphughkywsa…

Doug: Clark is flailing his arms in all directions, as his face begins to turn five shades of maroon. In the meantime, Thug adds some black and blue tints to Clark's jawline, courtesy of two huge fists. He turns to the referee.

Thug: Give me the damn microphone! Now, you redneck son of a bitch! Say the words!

Clark: What… what… words?

Thug: I quit!

DING DING DING

Thug: Son of a Bitch!

Elisha: What just happened?!

Marty: Clark has just outsmarted Thug again! And Thug is pissed, knocking out the referee, and then turning to Clark, who is attempting to hide in the far corner. He walks towards him, and…

Doug: Jack Irons just ripped open the cage door, and… CRACK, he just returned that chair shot from earlier. Now he and Clark, double team Thug, landing a few kicks to the head and ribs. Jack is reaching into his pocket now. He's got handcuffs!

Elisha: This doesn't look good for Thug, as his hands are now locked behind his back. Jack hoists Thug up, and Clark HITS ANOTHER CHAIR SHOT! Did you see the way Thug's head turned?! He may have broken his neck!

Marty: This is just sick now! Thug is unconscious, and Clark rubbing Thug's face up against his crotch. Clark's only wearing a jock strap for God's sake! What's Clark shouting?

Clark: Cock sucker! Cock sucker!

Doug: Hold on! Jack Irons just clotheslined Clark from behind! And now stomping him over and over again! Irons just leveled Clark and now with a chair, lays into his ribs with it, again, and finishes up with a shot to the throat! Folks we'll be back after this commercial, hopefully this'll be cleared up.

Jack Irons vs Ding This match was back and forth for around 10 minutes. The much larger, Jack Irons would dominate Ding for a few minutes, but Ding kept coming right back with high flying moves that were enough to stun Jack momentarily, but that's all. Ding finally had Jack staggered, and went for a flying body press for the win, but Jack turned it into a devastating spinning powerslam to take the victory.

Winner: Jack Irons at 11:45

Marty: That's right Elisha….you know, I've done my homework…and Maniac is claiming to have a special "one night only " ref's license…I checked with the refereeing department and came to find out that President Merrix's autograph is necessary…..And I personally know that Merrix's been out of town for the last few days! Elisha, there's something REALLY suspicious going on!

Maniac breaks the curtains without any music….he trots down to ringside, laughing the whole way…..he slips under the ropes, standing up and wiping his fingernails against his black and white shirt as if scoffing….He stands back in the corner…and waits. Soon Jaigo appears…he walks down to ringside, hops into the ring and stares down Maniac…..who simply smiles back at him. Soon fireworks and sparks begin to fly at the entrance….Smoke fills the aisle way and Jaigo looks back in curiousity..

Doug Who is it?

Elisha: LOOK OUT! MANIAC CHARGES ACROSS THE RING!! DOUBLE AX HANDLE TO THE HEAD OF JAIGO!!!!!! COME ON!!!

Soon the smoke stops…as do the fireworks…..and there's no one there….just the beating of Jaigo in the center in the ring.

Marty: THIS IS HORRIBLE! COME ON!!!! LET'S GET SOME REF'S OUT HERE! JAIGO ISN'T CAPABLE OF FIGHTING BACK! Ohhhhh! Brutal shot by Maniac with the Atlantic Title! This is insane!

The fans get louder….and then quiet down as they realize it's just referee's running down the aisle way…

Elisha: Finally some referees hit the ring! AND LOOK AT THIS! MANIAC CLOTHESLINES ON ALL OF THEM! Those are mega-fines! He'll be paying Merrix's office for that one! Ohhh! And that one too!

Maniac turns his attention back to Jaigo, stomping all over him….

Doug: This is incredulous! There's got to be SOMEBODY in the back to help out here!

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Marty: They're calling for the bell, but that's no good….Maniac isn't stopping! He's bound to be causing permanent damage by now!

The electic guitar that preludes "Last Dance With Mary Jane" by Tom Petty stirs up….The fans come to their feet….

Doug: What's….Who's music is that?

Elisha: PRICE!!!!!!

Price breaks the curtains, sprinting like lightning toward the ring…the fans going beserk….he shoots under the bottom rope, quickly getting to his feet as Maniac bolts through the ropes, hitting the floor…..looking up at Price with a menacing scowl….As he leaves down the aisleway his demeanor lightens and a smile graces his face, realizing what damage he just did to Jaigo…

Marty: Price has come to the aid of Jaigo! Listen to these fans!

Price gets on one knee, checking on Jaigo……Jaigo shoves him back, not knowing who he's shoving….he shoves a few referees as well….Price simply picks up the Atlantic title and hands it to the now-standing Jaigo….turning and walking out to a huge ovation…Jaigo looking a tad confused as he tries to shake off the cobwebs in his head..

Marty: Well, it's obvious that there never WAS a match to begin with…That was an obvious trick by Maniac just to get a shot at Jaigo…and to be honest, it worked….judging by the gash on the back of Jaigo's head that's gushing blood, this feud is FAR from over…Thank God Price was paying attention in the back…And that brings up another question, what's Price's relationship with Jaigo? As far as I know they've never spoken.

Doug: One thing's for sure, Price sure has made a turnaround….You've got to feel for the man, he's had a broken life.

Marty: That's right,….acquitted of manslaughter charges in 1989 for the drinking and driving accident that tragically took his wife and son away from him….he really is a hurting man, but Elisha, he's an honest and loyal man….Remorse doesn't being to explain his feelings but one thing is for sure, he's honorable and he wasn't about to let such a travesty go down here tonight….

Doug: Well I'm not to sure this Steele guy has potential but Price is red hot after winning that tournament. I'm gonna go with the Champion despite the fact he's revealed the shocking demise of his family.

Elisha: Who could have believed Price was really such an honorable man? He really takes this title seriously. He's had a string of bad luck maybe it's looking up. Lets get it up to Craig Conners.

Craig Conners: Introducing the challenger for the Hardcore Title. He is making his debut in the BEW. I give you Christian Steele!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Steele's Music starts to play. The fans really don't know what to make of him. He walks slowly to the ring but he has the look of concentration and appears to be ready for this match. He grabs a fans sign that says "I'm Hard Core" Steele screams that aloud as he rolls into the ring. He bounces off the ropes and awaits Price's entrance

Craig Conners: His opponent is the current BEW Hardcore Champion. I give you the one the only Price!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Last Dance with Mary Jane" by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers strikes up as Price starts walking to the ring. He has the belt on his shoulder and slaps a few high fives as he goes. He too rolls into the ring. The ref grabs the belt and shows it to Steele. Steele looks down at it. The bell rings as these two athletes start to go at it. Steel starts off with a left jab. Then follows that up with a rake to the eyes of Price. Steele then clotheslines Price down. Steele drops to the mat and starts to choke Price. The ref warns but there really isn't anything he can do. Steele relents and then slides outside the ring and grabs a chair. He is motioning for Craig Conners chair. Craig won't give it to him but finally relents and Steele folds up the chair. However Price is back to his feet and does a baseball slide knocking the chair into Steele's head causing a cut.

Elisha: This youngster is going to have his work cut out for him now. He started off aggressive but we are going to see how he reacts when the fight is getting taken too him.

Doug: Yeah but I believe this one's far from over . Steele will have to watch that cut to make sure it doesn't cause him any vision problems later in this match. Other than that it looks simply like a superficial wound to me.

Marty: Well I give the youngster some gumption he sure told Conners where to go. That's always the first guy you talk to the ring announcer. They are always in the way.

Price throws Steele back into the ring and he throws the chair in there as well. Price goes and sets the chair up. Steele gets to his feet. Price turns around and gets a savatte kick in jaw. This stagers him and Steele bounces off the ropes and nails a bulldog onto the chair on Price. Price crumbles to the mat and Steele rolls him over for the cover.

1… Price kicks out. Steele now grabs Price and brings him up into a vertical base. He tries to suplex but Price blocks it. Steele tries again however Price blocks it and reverses sending Steele to the mat. Price heads toward the chair and picks it up. Steele struggles back to his feet and WHAM. Price planted him with that chair. Steele goes down and is bleeding even worse. Price then sets the chair up in the far corner wedging it between the rope. He goes toward Steele and whips him and Short clothesline. Steele goes down hard.

Marty: Give the youngster a lot of credit but it appears now Price has got his number. He really nailed him with that chair. That cut is a lot worse now. The blood is in the hair its changed its color to Red.

Elisha: Well you got that one right Marty. But don't count Steele just yet. I don't think his gas tank is empty he appears to still got some life left. But if he doesn't turn it around soon it may be all she wrote.

Doug: Yeah but things don't look good for him right now. and they are gonna get a lot worse if he doesn't find a way to go on the offensive you see there is only so much a man can take. The question is what's Steele's?