Tuesday Turmoil for October 3rd, 2000
Live from the Palestra in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The scene opens up to show the statue of William Penn on top of Philadelphia's city hall, then the shot quickly changes to show the Liberty Bell. Finally, scene shifts to the inside of the sold out Palestra. The camera zooms around the arena, and finally focuses in on PCW announcers Dave Kern and a banged up Steven Smith.
Dave Kern: Hello, and welcome to Primetime Championship Wrestling's Tuesday Turmoil! I am Dave Kern and along side me as always is the down but not out, Steven Smith.
Steven Smith: Hello, and I would like to state publicly, that I have filed a grievance with the Reporters' Union against one Prisoner 61185, and boy is he gonna pay!
Dave: Well, grievances aside, we have a great card for you tonight. We have not only have four second round Heavyweight Title Tournament matches AND a tournament to determine who will battle for the PCW Cruiserweight at PCW Dawning and Datadogg Rob McGhee will make his PCW Debut against The Reverend Billy Blaze.
Steven: Hopefully the D-A-T-A-D-O-Double-G will just wrestle and not talk.
Dave: Well, I suppose there is some segment of our viewing audience that would agree with that statement. Tonight we will also see Axe Nazeem return to in ring action against The Machine and the monster known as Meanstreak will take on Boda. Ok, let's go to the ring for our first match.
The arena goes dark as "Hail Mary" by Tupac Shakur begins to play. Fireworks shoot straight up from the ramp leading to the ring, as they explode sparks rain down from the top of the Jumbotron. The Reverend Billy Blaze steps through the sparks and slowly raises his arms until they form the Iron Cross.
Clay Clayborne: In the ring at this time, hailing from Kosciusko, Mississippi, weighing in at 243 lbs, The Reverend Billy Blaze!
The lights go out in the arena, then the crowd hears, "Dog squad, boom BANG." Simultaneously, a BANG is heard from the ring posts as they shoot off green flames, and "Big Dogs" by Method Man and Redman starts playing as the entrance way fills with smoke and the lights flicker on and off green. Then, The Datadogg makes his way out of the back, as he just slowly flaunts his way to the ring. When he gets inside of the ring, he climbs the turnbuckles, and the one that he is opposite on, shoots out flames.
Clay Clayborne: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 234 lbs, The Datadogg, Rob McGhee!!
Referee Buzz Meacham checks RBB's knee pads then signals to the bellman. The bellman rings the bell and the match is underway. DRM does a little dance move and RBB backs off looking unimpressed. DRM quickly shoots in for a single leg take down. RBB sprawls back and goes for a double arm bar, but DRM shoots in again, and puts RBB up and over his shoulders for a back body drop. RBB grabs his back and scampers to the corner. DRM follows him to the corner and stomps away on him. The ref steps in and tells DRM to back away. DRM raises his hands and feigns obedience, backs away, then charges back into the corner and hits RBB with a bronco buster. The crowd pops. DRM backs up and mugs for the crowd. RBB staggers to his feet. DRM continues to mug for the crowd. RBB charges it him, only to get whacked in the ribs with a standing sidekick. RBB grabs his ribs and staggers around. DRM moves to RBB and hooks him for a suplex. RBB manages to fight him off before he can complete his move and counters it with a DDT of his own. Both men are down on the mat. RBB rolls over and tries to cover DRM1kickout. DRM shakes off his grogginess, and pulls RBB to his feet. DRM whips RBB into the ropes and goes for a lariat. RBB raises his arm at the last second and the two men take each other down. DRM shakes it off, gets to his feet and begins to stomp on RBB. He pulls RBB up to his feet, and hits him with a scoop slam. He goes for a cover1.2 kickout! DRM pulls RBB to his feet. RBB goes downstairs with a kick to the knee. DRM staggers back and RBB follows with a swinging neckbreaker. DRM pops up to his feet quickly. RBB whips him into the corner. DRM hits the turnbuckles hard and stumbles out of the corner. RBB drives DRM back into the corner with a series of knife-edge chops. RBB climbs to the second rope and gives the sign for the 10 commandments. He rears back and is about to start the 10-punch barrage, but DRM catches him with a low blow, which causes RBB to lose his balance and begin to fall from the second rope. As he begins his descent, DRM crouches low and shoots forward, catching RBB on his shoulders. With one fluid motion, he hits the 411 Release DVD and goes for the cover.1....2.....3!!!
Winner: Datadogg Rob McGhee Time: 4:47
Dave: Well that was certainly an impressive debut for the Datadogg!
Steven: Jeez, does that mean he is going to talk more?
Dave: I suppose it does. Speaking of people who probably talk too much, let's go to Monica Morrison who is with Scott Naket. Monica!
Monica: Naket, tonight you face off in the second round of the World Title tournament. What do you have to say about tonight's match?
Naket: Wow, at least someone here who asks logical questions, unlike that moron Cal Seaver. Anyways, it's just after nine o'clock and it's time for Scott Naket's weekly Tuesday Turmoil backstage interview. Now, Scott Naket realizes that Doug Troy was scared, and at this time, I'm am positive he cannot live up to Scott Naket. What I mean is this, Troy, I watched your match last week, and I know you should have lost it. Now what I'm asking you this week, is don't bring out your enemy, wink wink, nudge, nudge, in Jason Chase. I can see through you two. Jason Chase is probably working for you and PCW, so, if your man enough, don't bring him out, don't let Boda out, don't let Datadogg out, don't let the dogs out, and if you let anyone out, just let Scott Naket out, and a PCW official out.
Naket hands the mic back to Monica and storms off.
Monica: Well, Scott Naket is more determined than ever guys! Back to you guys!
Dave: Ok, our next match is about to begin, and we are about to get another look at the monster called Meanstreak. Let's go to the ring!
Lights go out in the Arena. After a pause of a few seconds then "Last Resort" by Papa Roach blares from the dark. Pyros light up the Ramp and Ring as Boda walks slowly to the ring. He grabs the top rope and jumps over it poses with both arms out and above head until lights come back on!
Clay Clayborne: In the ring at this time, hailing from Orlando, Florida weighing in at 350 lbs, Boda!
The lights turn down as "Supernova Goes Pop" by Powerman 5000 plays. The lights begin to strobe as the instruments join together. As soon as the lyrics begin, Meanstreak appears at the entranceway, hands on hips, with a look of rage on his face. He comes down to the ring and rolls inside, narrowly missing pyros that explode all around the ring. He rolls forward and
throws his arms in the air, while still on his knees
Clay Clayborne: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown weighing in at 318 lbs, Meanstreak!
The referee holds the straightjacket in the air for all to see, then hands it to the ring attendant. Boda and Meanstreak circle each other. Boda reaches out to lock up with Meanstreak. Meanstreak moves to accept the lockup, but kicks Boda in the stomach instead, doubling him over. Meanstreak quickly hammers Boda across the back of his neck with both fists, driving him face-first to the mat. Meanstreak bounces off the ropes and goes to drop the elbow on Boda, but he rolls out of the way at the last second and scrambles back to his feet. Meanstreak gets up and is immediately tackled back to the ground by the taller, heavier Boda. They lock up and both roll around the mat, punching each other, each trying to get the upper hand. The referee tries to separate them, but gets a wildly flung elbow in the jaw from Boda for his trouble, sending him crashing to the corner. Boda lays a few right hands in on Meanstreak's temples, slowing him down a little. Meanstreak breaks the exchange by bringing his knee up hard into Boda's midsection, doubling him over again. Meanstreak gets to his feet. Boda gets to his knees, still sucking wind from the low blow. Meanstreak kicks him hard in the gut, sending him back over onto the mat. Meanstreak stomps Boda repeatedly around the ribs and head. Meanstreak covers Boda, but there is no referee to make the count. Meanstreak gets up and pulls the referee to his feet by the collar. Seeing that the referee is still groggy, Meanstreak drapes him over the top rope by his arms, slaps him on the back of the head a few times, then turns his attention back to Boda who has since rolled out of the ring. Boda gets up to one knee, then sees Meanstreak walking around the ring, posturing to the crowd and pointing at the straight jacket. Boda waits until Meanstreak's back is turned, then slides into the ring. Meanstreak turns back towards Boda, and showing amazing agility for a big man, Boda charges and tries to take him down with a high-cross body. Meanstreak catches Boda mid-flight, straightens up, then throws him over his head with a fallaway slam! Meanstreak signals for "Death's Door", picks up Boda and puts him on his shoulders, then drives him hard into the mat, head first! Meanstreak reaches over and yanks the referee back towards him, and then covers Boda. The referee counts 1....2....3!
Meanstreak grabs the straight jacket angrily from the ring attendant, then pins Boda down, After a moment, Meanstreak manages to get it onto the hulking 350 pounder. Meanstreak grips the back of the straightjacket and pulls Boda up and slings him over his shoulder. Boda begins kicking his legs frantically, trying to wriggle free. Annoyance takes over Meanstreak and he slams the man down onto the ramp. From his tights, he pulls a long cord out and holds it up for the crowd to see. Bending back down, Boda kicks up, hitting Meanstreak right in the face. Meanstreak growls aloud and leap onto the helpless Boda. He punches him in the face a few times and then holds his legs down as he begins to wrap the cord around Boda's legs. Slinging him over his shoulder once more, Meanstreak disappears up the ramp and through the entranceway. The view suddenly shifts to the backstage area, where Meanstreak approaches the camera. He glares at the camera and stops just before it. Staring straight into the lens, he suddenly swings his body around, drilling the cameraman with Boda's head. The cameraman falls down immediately as Boda lets out a cry of pain. A gruff laughter comes from Meanstreak's tank-like body as the scene fades.
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The scene is of a plane of water underneath a dense, but light rain. The rain drops splash like pins on the surface, making gentle, fairly even ripples over the bottom of the puddle. This is not a puddle, really, but a white-painted metal bowl that has filled up with rainwater. The ripples do a lot to mar the tiny pockmarks where the bowl has been weathered away, leaving blackened, evenly rusted pock-marks of metal underneath the white varnish. For a second, we see only the droplets landing on the water that has by now reached past the brim of the bowl, and is seeping over onto the grass-dotted, muddy dirt, in which the bowl is partially buried. A light appears at the top of the bowl, a flickering, warm light, that of a lighter. This particular lighter is a polished silver Zippo, and as it becomes reflected on the water, we can make out the mirror image of the inscription "Only Rain Can Control Forest Fires." Sheltering the Zippo is a small hand, upon which the rain falls, but slides off of, so that the lighter does not take in any water as it illuminates the face that is now becoming visible amidst the ripples and warm flame-light.
It is a girl's face, a white girl's. Her flushed, gossamer skin contrasts markedly with the sky above her, in all it's black-wool, storm cloud glory. Her light brown hair, made darker by the night, blows over her face, caressing her naturally pink lips, and her blue, hazel-flecked eyes. They are striking eyes, consisting of a dash of fatigue, a pinch of angst, a spoonful of hope and the spark of energy that ignites the whole mix like a happy family's camp fire. She moves the soaking hair away from her face, allows herself a contended smile, and slides her face out of the view of the bowl. As the lighter flicks closed, all we can see for a moment is a hint of the white bowl beneath the silk screen of the water. We now hear what is obviously the girl's voice, and it is warmly familiar.
GIRL'S VOICE: Well, I for one didn't think it would work
Now we pan away from the pool of water to reveal the whole scene. A campsite is nestled snugly in a small valley like an Easter Egg in it's basket, consisting of nothing but two large pup-tents, a lawn chair, a portable, waterproof radio/CD player that sits atop a rock and a huge red-and-white Harley Davidson, all surrounding a dead bonfire. The only light comes from a small electric lamp hung from a limb of a dead tree. The light is dim, but still lets us see in full the young girl who kneels a bit to the left of the fire pit. She is a very attractive girl in her mide-to-lateish teens, her body lithe and shapely, but still a bit stringy, showing signs that she has more growing to do, more beauty to take into herself. She rests daintily on her knees, her ankles crossed beneath her. She wears cut-off jean shorts, and her long, bare, white legs are soaked through, goose-bumped, until they tuck neatly into white socks and worn hiking boots. She shivers slightly despite the fact that she is wrapped up in a purple raincoat. The hood is not pulled up, and she sits there, still smiling, one little hand on her exposed knee, the other tucking the lighter into her pocket.
GIRL'S VOICE (She is quoting someone, making her voice deep and granite-like in gentle mockery): "Dig a small hole," he says, "and put my soup bowl into it, then let the rainwater fill it up. Put my lighter over it and look into, and you've got yourself a mirror." He was actually right. Am I surprised? Nope. He's been right about a lot of things. (She laughs to herself.) Except my bra size, the big doof. (She resumes the imitation.) "When you're done, empty the bowl and turn it over on flat land so that the rain can wash it clean-don't forget to cover the hole up. Wouldn't want anyone tripping over it." (She does this, then, sits for a moment, pondering.) "Wouldn't want anyone tripping?" Wouldn't want me tripping, he means. I'm such a klutz, I think my left feet are breeding. I'm such a klutz But that's not who I am, it's what I am. Who am I? Well, my name's Sandra. Sandra McKinray, but my father called me Sandi, so anyone close to me calls me that. Johnny sure does. Who's Johnny? Johnny's Jon Mayweather, Johnny Raindance, and he's the son of Wesley "Plays-His-Ace" Mayweather, Grandson of Raymond Strongbow. He's got two fathers, actually, but then, that's where it gets weird.
For a moment, Sandi just sits there, letting the rain fall on her bare legs and face, and paint her hair a thicker, darker color than what it really is. Then, using her hands against her knees as leverage stands up and stretches out her arms and legs, yawning slightly. She then thrusts her shivering hands into her pockets.
SANDI'S VOICE: When I asked him if he thought my wanting to see myself in a mirror was vanity, he'd said that it was never a bad thing to see something beautiful, as long as you knew that there were always greater beauties awaiting you. That was flattering. When I'd asked him if he used the bowl-mirror trick for shaving, he'd laughed, called me "Squaw" and told me that his people don't grow facial hair. That was embarrassing. I went out of my way to apologize, of course, even to the point that, were anything capable of bothering Johnny, he would have been pissed. But he just laughed again, and said he'd learned the same lesson from his Grandfather Ray when he was little. He had seen the five o'clock shadows on the Indians from F-Troop, asked his Grandpa why they shaved and the guys at his Reservation didn't, and he'd been told that those were Indians of the "Greasy-Wop-a-Go-Go" tribe. Then he told me about how he'd spent years wondering if that tribe was Iroquois or Apache and about how it's an Old Indian saying that you can tell a full-breed because he never knows when it's five o'clock. That made me laugh, but I think it accomplished Johnny's purpose, because it made me stop apologizing.
She now starts walking up one of the hills surrounding the campsite, slowly, her hands in her back pockets now, where it is warmer. Her steps are small but brisk, gliding over the tall grass of the hillocks.
SANDI'S VOICE: Laughter's a big part of who Johnny is. That deep, granite laugh that seems like it was dug out of an ore pit, ya know? The kind where people work hard for a good boss, and can afford to laugh, so their laughter gets absorbed into the rocks they work. Johnny's so like that. His laugh is steady, I think, and kind. If there's a day when he doesn't laugh, just throw his head back, lean back in his bike's saddle and laugh, something's seriously wrong. He's always been like that ever since the day he met me in the AWS parking lot, the day he saved me from those three thugs. He joked even while he beat them up and he's joked ever since. It's funny though, because most guys laugh because they're insecure, because they want to hide their fear somehow and they hide it with jokes. Not Johnny. He laughs because he's completely sure of himself, because there's a joy in his blood, which has been pure, for longer than forever, I guess. He laughs, well he laughs because his Father tells him to.
Now Sandi reaches the crest of the hill, and our view pans to look over her shoulder, to see what she sees, past her wind-blown hair. Below Sandi, on the edge of a cliff, dances Jon Mayweather. He moves with free, but controlled motions, doing what seems to be a mixture of Heavy Metal moshing and a traditional Indian dance. His arms flail about as he throws his body back and forth in an ageless rhythm, always leading with his knees, one leg always up, his head always tilted up to behold the sky. The sky seems to revel along with him, soaking his worn blue-jeans-which are literally all he wears, besides for the ceremonial beadwork bands around his biceps and neck-and drenching what is obviously the San Francisco cityscape and the bay that lies between Johnny and the city.
(Despite the storm, the cityscape is bright and festive, warm lights emanating from the Golden Gate Bridge, the downtown skyscrapers, and the proud cylinder of Coit Tower. All of these lights shine with a passion that seems to be an extension of the dance Johnny is performing, in honor, it seems, of Johnny's own power, of the power of the city, and, most importantly, the power of the roiling sky.)
SANDI'S VOICE (looking up at the clouds): That's his Father at least, the one he hears from most often. "Thunderbird," Johnny calls him "Lord of the Rolling Clouds and Father of Mother Sky's Chosen." He's the great eagle, Johnny says, that soars on the fingers of the wind. The clouds are Thunderbird's wings, the rain his tears of joy, the thunder's his call and his talons... (She giggles, and looks back down at Johnny.) Just guess what he strikes with.
Now the heavens open up, releasing a great, white lightning bolt that strikes somewhere behind the San Francisco's concrete peaks. Upon seeing this, Johnny sinks down on his hams, practically onto his knees and extends his voice in a triumphant war-whoop, as if the bolt was his own doing.
SANDI'S VOICE: Sometimes, he makes me wish I wasn't such an atheist. This Sioux Mysticism stuff is just plain cool. Not that Johnny's a fanatic or anything. Hell, he calls Thunderbird "T-Bird" and tells him really dirty sex jokes, as if he were riding with us on that bike. Name me one Christian, at least one who the others think is all right in the head, who has a nickname for God, and who jokes with him (she smiles.) "Hey Big Bro! Did you hear about the girl with the big" Oh jeez. But then, that kind of thing, that freedom to treat a god like "one of the guys," it takes courage, and courage is what T-Bird wants from his kids. That's what Johnny says. Courage, and the urge to travel. I guess that's one of the reasons Jon's a biker, and why he wants to become a wrestler. You travel a heck of a lot, and shave my head if it doesn't take guts. And Johnny's got guts in spades.
Now Johnny ceases his fierce whoop and begins to walk, tall and upright up the hill. He passes Sandi, and, realizing that she saw the whole thing, pauses a moment. A scowls spreads across his soaked, copper visage, but is then replaced by a smile, as he throws Sandi an index-and-pinky "Metal" sign, then beckons for her to follow him. She nods at him, but watches intently as he walks away, raindrops still sliding down the creases in his muscular back.
SANDI'S VOICE: He's got a lot of things. And he's a hottie. Too bad I'm way too young for him, huh? Too bad for him, that is. He's gotta put up with being my "big brother" and my parent, and still get chicks with a free conscience. God I love drama. Maybe that's why I'm going to be his valet (She shrugs and laughs playfully to herself.) Whether his big red a** likes it or not. (With that, she turns and runs after Johnny, her long and wet hair trailing after.)
Our view pans up into the sky, and rotates around, so that we can see nothing but the clouds rolling over head. When we have made a full about-face from San Francisco, we can spot the figure of Johnny driving his mighty hog toward a stretch of barely illuminated mountain road and a sign that reads "Golden Gate Bridge, 10 Miles." Sandi is perched behind him, arms around his torso, face a hair's length away from his soaked, red chest. As the bike roars over the horizon, a bolt of lightning hits in the distance ahead of them, and in it's wake, leaves electric lettering that reads.
Dave: How long do you think it will take him to ride his bike to Virginia Beach, from San Francisco?
Steven: I don't know, and don't care. He's probably there visiting Peter Puffer.
Dave: Oh stop it. Let's go to the ring for our next match!
Two red streams of pyro come down from the rafters, hit the stage then explode. As this happens, the Machine rides towards the ring on his black Harley as POD's "Rock the Party" blasts out over the PA system.
Clay Clayborne: Now making his way to the ring, hailing from New York City, weighing in at 288 lbs, The Machine!
The lights dim as "Creeping Death" from Metallica cranks over the PA System. Pyros go off as Nazeem casually makes his way to the ring.
Clay Clayborne: Now making his way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, weighing 290 lbs, Axe Nazeem!
The bell rings. The two men lock up. AN immediately whacks TM with a chop to the throat. TM staggers back and tries to catch his breath. AN quickly follows up with an atomic drop. TM grabs his crotch, but AN is does not show any mercy and he immediately follows the move with a Russian Leg Sweep. AN jumps on top of the downed biker and begins reigning blows down upon him. Referee Speedy Riggs tries to pull AN off of TM, but gets an elbow to the mouth for his trouble. Riggs grabs his mouth and rolls around on the mat in agony. AN, seemingly satisfied, exits the ring and goes under the ring apron and pulls out a tire iron. At first, he hops back up on to the ring apron, but then glances back at TM's bike with a cruel smile on his face. He jumps down from the ring apron and begins to smash up TM's Harley. Suddenly there is the sound of a motorcycle and Renegade comes speeding down from the back, with a lead pipe in hand. AN sets up ready to receive the charge. Renegade approaches on his bike and swings the pipe, but AN ducks the swing and lands one of his own on Renegade. Renegade is knocked from the bike. The motorcycle continues forward and crashes into the ring. Meanwhile AN uses the tire iron to work over a downed Renegade. Finally Referee Speedy Riggs comes to his senses and calls for the bell.
No contest Time: 2:34
Dave: Well, Nazeem is as vicious as ever! We have to head to a commercial!
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Dave: Welcome back! We are about toWhat the?
The arena goes dark and a very, very low budget laser show begins. Then, the theme of the Dr. Who television series begins blaring across the PA system in mono. A pale, scrawny man with greasy black hair and buckteeth, wearing a white lab coat and black horn-rimmed glasses appears in the entranceway of the tunnel. He slowly makes his way to the ring with his arms raised triumphantly and proudly displaying the "Live Long and Prosper" sign to the fans in attendance.
Dave: Look, it's the President of Primetime Championship Wrestling, Professor Herbert D. Dorkiman!
Steven: (sarcastically) Oh boy! An in ring promo by PHD (a sniffing sound is heard) Smell them ratings, baby!
PHD slides into the ring, and jumps up on the turnbuckle and displays the Live Long and Prosper sign to the crowd. The camera pans around the crowd and settles on a bunch of dorks sitting in the front row, holding up an X-Files poster, but they have cut out a picture of PHD's face and pasted it over of David Duchovney's.
He finally jumps down off the turnbuckle and pulls a microphone out of his lab coat.
PHD: Thank you all so much for that warm reception. Boy, I got to tell you, it is great to be in the City of Brotherly Love, Philadelphia!
The crowd pops!
PHD: That's right, Philadelphia is the birthplace of the US constitution and Ben Franklin found electricity in lightning right here, within the city limits!
The crowd pops again, but not as loudly.
PHD: And Drexel University's Astro Physics Department was rated a respectable #7 in last week's edition Education Weekly!
There is complete silence.
PHD: Ok, the reason I am out here is to define the parameters of tonight's cruiserweight top contenders' match. Reese, Noreen, Barry if you will!
PHD motions to the back. Out of the back comes a 650 lb behemoth of a man, with only one arm, followed by a thin, pale girl with long, greasy blonde hair, thick glasses and braced teeth and a short, thin man, obviously suffering from a severe case of cerebral palsy. The girl carries with her what looks to be a lottery machine, full of ping pong balls. Obese Reese and Noreen make it to the ring first, as Barry shuffles his way down the aisle. Obese Reese has trouble making his way up the ring side steps, and finally settles for staying on the outside. Noreen pushes the lottery machine up into the ring, then slides under the ropes, and skips around the ring, giving the crowd the Live Long and Prosper sign. There are several shots of men in the crowd. Some merely have stunned looks on their faces while others shield their eyes. One man can be seen vomiting.
Obese Reese picks Barry up and rolls him into the ring. After 30 seconds of floundering around on the mat trying to stand up, PHD and Noreen finally help him to his feet.
PHD: We thought of many different ways to determine who the top two contenders would be. We considered a ladder match
The crowd pops!
PHD: but we decided that was too simple. So then we decided on a table match
The crowd pops!
PHD: but we decided that was too cliché!
The crowd boos and begins to chant "We want tables!"
PHD: So finally, we decided on something completely different. We are going to have a four-corners, tag team match. Each of the teams will be determined at random. The first team to score the pin fall will be the two lucky contenders to battle for the PCW Cruiserweight Title at PCW Dawning on October 22nd, 2000.
Silence falls over the crowd.
Steven: Well that sucks!
Dave: Stop your whining.
PHD: Now, to ensure that the team selection is completely random, we have borrowed this lottery machine from the Pennsylvania Lottery, and placed each of the eight wrestler's names involved in tonight's match on one of the balls.
There is a shot of Noreen doing a "Price is Right" hand gesture showing off the machine.
PHD: So, without further delay, Barry!
Barry shuffles his way over to the lottery machine and turns it on. The balls begin to tumble around the machine. Finally, one ball floats to the top.
Noreen grabs the ball and hands it to Barry. Barry lets out an uncomprehendable screech. PHD listens and nods his head.
PHD: The first member of Team #1 is The Kid!
"My Generation" hits the PA system as The Kid walks to the ring wearing and Orlando Magic jersey, Oakley sunglasses, as white, black, and blue fireworks hit go off around him.
The Kid enters the ring and heads to a corner.
PHD: Ok, now onto the first team member of Team #2!
Noreen grabs the ball and hands it to Barry. Barry lets out a banshee-like squeal. PHD listens and nods his head.
PHD: And the first member of Team #2 is none other than my good friend and former stable mate, Nick Taylor! Nick Taylor, come on down!!
The arena descends into complete darkness. An image of a Macintosh computer is projected onto the Jumbotron. Suddenly, "Mama Mia" by ABBA blasts over the speakers as Nick Taylor makes his way to the ring taking pictures of the crowd with his digital camera.
Nick gives the Live Long and Prosper Sign to PHD, Noreen, Obese Reese and Barry.
PHD: Now onto the first member of Team #3
Noreen grabs the ball and hands it to Barry. Barry lets out an unintelligible bellow. PHD listens and nods his head.
PHD: The first member of Team #3 is Jesse Jones!
"Criminal" by Eminem plays as Jesse Jones walks out of the back while the lights flicker on and off, showing the profile of his body against the rampway. After 5 seconds of him standing there, green pyros shoot up into the air with a bang and the lights turn on completely, revealing the fact that Jesse has a girl with him, his girlfriend, Angela. They walk down the ramp and begin making their way to the ring.
PHD: Ok, onto the first member of the fourth and final team.
Noreen grabs the ball and hands it to Barry. Barry lets out an undecipherable groan. PHD listens and nods his head.
PHD: The first member of Team #4 is Troy Brown.
A red goal light circles just above the center of the ring as "We Will Rock You" by Queen starts playing. Troy comes out wearing a full Toronto Maple Leafs uniform, skates, stick and the rest included. After he climbs into the ring, he takes his skates and helmet off, and drops his stick and gloves.
PHD: And Brown's teammate will be...
Noreen grabs a ball and hands it to Barry. Barry lets out an uncomprehendable screech. PHD listens and nods his head.
PHD: Jason Chase!
Jason Chase makes his way in from the crowd. He walks around the ring. Troy Brown offers him his hand, Jason Chase holds out his hand in return, then pulls it away at the last minute, and laughs at Troy Brown.
PHD rolls his eyes.
PHD: Ok, Jesse Jones' teammate will be...
Noreen grabs a ball and hands it to Barry. Barry lets out an uncomprehendable wail. PHD listens and nods his head.
Some bizarre bongo drums go off and Freak of Nature and Jungle Girl swing into the ring on vines. FoN swings too far and crashes into the ring post.
PHD rolls his eyes.
PHD: Now, my mind meld buddy Nick Taylor's buddy will be...
Noreen grabs a ball and hands it to Barry. Barry lets out an uncomprehendable wail. PHD listens and nods his head.
PHD: Seraph!
Steven: Riffraff if you ask me!
The lights darken to a deep blue as "Zero" by the Smashing Pumpkins blasts through the speakers. A shadow, barely recognizable can be seen in the entranceway. As the shadow walks towards the ring, it is clear that it is none other than Seraph.
PHD: Finally, The Kid's partner will be none other than our only remaining competitor, Doug Troy!
'Brainless' by The Urge blasts the arena with its ska fury as Doug Troy walks out onto the ramp. He is carrying a scale and has a woman by his side. He gets to the ringside area and puts the scale down and pulls out a microphone.
Steven: Who is that woman? She looks vaguely familiar.
Dave: I dunno, but she certainly does look familiar.
DT: Hey, PHD, Chase is too heavy to be qualify for this match!
PHD surveys Chase, who sucks in his gut.
DT: Chase! You weigh like 250 or something. But ya know, I heard your little spiel about your pecker weighing 20 lbs or whatever.
Chase nods his head in the ring and motions to his mythical package.
DT: So, I figure, that we can solve that for you. Jason Chase, let me introduce you to my new friend, Lorena Bobbit!
The crowd pops. Lorena Bobbit pulls out a switchblade.
Steven: Jesus Christ! It is the knob-lopper herself, Lorena Bobbit.
Dave: Knob-Lopper?
Jason Chase asks PHD for a microphone. PHD obliges him.
JC: It is gonna take more than that switch blade...
Lorena Bobbit motions for Chase to be silent, and pulls out a meat cleaver from her bag. Chase crosses his legs in the ring. Obese Reese looks at the stump where his other arm used to be.
DT: The way I see it, Chase, is that you have two choices. Either get the hell out the ring, or come over here and let Lorena do her business.
Chase and PHD talk for a minute. Finally Chase slides under the ropes and heads out through the crowd.
PHD: After careful consideration, Jason Chase has admitted he could not make weight for this match!
The crowd laughs. DT nods his head and smiles. Lorena Bobbit looks angry and disappointed.
PHD: Luckily, I anticipated this problem, and had a replacement already prepared!
The arena goes dark and "It's Tricky" hits the PA system. The crowd immediately pops.
Steven: Oh no! Could it be?!?
Dave: IT IS!
A figure appears in the entryway of the tunnel. The crowd is whipped into a frenzy. A chant begins forming in the crowd. It is garbled at first, then begins to form up.
The Crowd: SOY BOY!!! SOY BOY!!! SOY BOY!!!
Dave: IT IS! The Master of the Soy Town Bomb himself, Soy Boy!
Soy Boy charges the ring, and begins to attack Doug Troy immediately. The bell rings and the match begins. Noreen scatters from the ring, and PHD follows, but Barry falls down and is lying on the mat. DT and Soy Boy brawl into the corner and DT gets the upper hand. Meanwhile, Freak of Nature and Seraph mix it up in the opposite corner. Seraph hits the FoN with a jawbreaker and FoN looks stunned. He stumbles out of the corner and is taken down with a spinning crescent kick. Meanwhile on the other side, DT lifts up Soy Boy by the waist and it looks like he is going to go for a pile driver, be he instead throws Soy Boy up onto the top rope. DT follows this maneuver with an axe kick to the back of Soy Boy's head. Soy Boy flips off the top rope and into the ring. Seraph tags in Nick Taylor. Nick Taylor hops to the top rope and executes the Fat Cat splash on a downed FoNhe goes for the cover.1.2.Jesse Jones enters the ring and makes the save. Referee Buzz Meacham admonishes Jones for his behavior and sends him from the ring. On the other side of the ring DT stomps away on Soy Boy a few times then tags in the kid. DT stands Soy Boy in the corner. The Kid climbs to the top and hits Soy Boy with the Kid Kracker Hurricanarana! He goes for the cover 12DT comes over and kicks his partner The Kid in the back of the head to break the count. The Kid grabs his head and rolls off of Soy Boy. DT grabs the Kid by the hair, picks him up, then hits him with The Take. He then points to Nick Taylor, who is also in the middle of the ring and tells Taylor to pin The Kid. Taylor looks confused, but makes the cover. 1...2.....Jesse Jones tries to make the save but DT tackles him...3!!!
Winners: Nick Taylor and Seraph Time: 3:45
Dave: So Nick Taylor and Seraph will go at it in 19 days for the Cruiserweight title at PCW Dawning!
Steven: What the hell did Doug Troy do that for!?!
Dave: He must be taking revenge for the run-in that the Serial Thrillaz made during his match on this program last week.
Big J, Justin Sane, David and Goliath run to the ring to check on The Kid. DT bugs out and smiles smugly at Big J.
Dave: We have to head to a commercial!
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Dave: Ok, let's head to the ring for our first heavyweight tournament match of the evening!
"Carmina Burana - O'Fortuna" by Orff blares through the PA System as Kremmen, completely ignoring the jeers of the fans, strolls nonchalantly to the ring, decked out in simple black jeans, tee-shirt and wrestling boots, carrying a Kendo Stick.
Clay Clayborne: In the ring at this time, hailing from, Washington DC, weighing in at 250 lbs, Kremmen!
"Party Up" by DMX fills the arena as the lights go out throughout the arena. Red lights then appear around the stage area and Blood makes his way to the ring. When he enters the ring, red pyros go off from the ringposts.
Clay Clayborne: And his opponent, from Los Angeles California, weighing in at 249 lbs, Blood!
Blood, using his height advantage, leans over Kremmen and jawjacks him. Kremmen stands impassively, waiting for Blood to finish. Blood, annoyed at Kremmen not reacting to him, shoves Kremmen, who goes to shove him back but, out of sight of the referee, quickly pokes him in the eyes instead. Blood quickly covers his eyes and leans over the top rope, yelling in pain, while the referee lectures Kremmen about the illegal eye poke. Kremmen holds his arms behind his back and declares his innocence to the referee, indicating that Blood is faking the eye poke. Blood recovers, and charges at Kremmen, who steps aside and trips him up, sending him sprawling head first through the middle rope out to the floor. Kremmen taps his forehead twice with his finger, then raises his arms high in the air, only to be hit by flying garbage. Kremmen gestures to his waist, drawing the shape of a title belt. Blood, holding his head, waits until Kremmen is facing the other way, then gets back into the ring and takes Kremmen down with a high knee to the middle of his rib cage. Blood seizes the advantage and stomps Kremmen hard around the ribs. Kremmen grabs the bottom rope with his left arm, causing the referee to force Blood back from his assault. Kremmen using the ropes to pull himself up, climbs back to his feet, then steps out of the ring. Blood tries to give chase, but the referee blocks him. Blood leaves the ring via the opposite side, then gives chase to Kremmen. Kremmen stays in front then slides back into the ring. Blood follows, and is met with a hard elbow across the small of his back, stopping him dead in his tracks. Kremmen returns the favour by stomping Blood into the mat, but is also stopped by the referee as Blood drapes his foot over the bottom rope. Kremmen backs off further toward the corner as Blood gets to his feet. Blood charges Kremmen again, and Kremmen reacts by pulling the referee in front of him. The referee, sandwiched between the two men, goes down hard and rolls toward the edge of the ring apron, stopping face down. Seeing Kremmen leaning back in the corner as a result of the splash, Blood goes and tries to revive the referee. Kremmen shoves himself out of the corner and takes an object out of his tights, fastens it around his hand and whacks Blood over the back of his head with it, sending him down to the mat in a daze as well. Kremmen poses to the crowd again, then covers Blood, but the referee is still out. Kremmen gets up and killing time while waiting for the referee to come around, leers at an attractive woman in the front row of the crowd and drops a few nonchalant elbow drops on the prone Blood.
Supernova Goes Pop suddenly blasts over the PA. The lights begin to strobe and the crowd immediately begins their usual reign of booing. The cameras search frantically for PCW's own resident madman. A spotlight singles out the man known as Meanstreak, making his way through the crowd. He wades through the streams of people and climbs up onto the barricade. Just as the refrain hits, he roars and pounds on his chest continuously. Kremmen approaches the ropes, daring Meanstreak to attack. Meanstreak grins and shakes his finger at the man threatening him within the ring. With one quick leap, Meanstreak manages to jump from the barricade onto the apron of the ring. He stares down at the easily smaller Kremmen and kicks him hard in the gut. Grabbing a hold of the ropes for leverage, Meanstreak flips over the ropes behind Kremmen and lifts him up backwards onto his back. He turns to Blood, who has in the meantime gotten groggily back to his feet, and with, Kremmen still perched atop his shoulders and charges at him. He brings his foot up high, kicking Blood right in the face. The wrestler is hit so hard, that his body is cause to flip completely over, landing on his stomach. Blood lies face down in the middle of the ring, twitching occasionally. Suddenly, the arena goes dark and an air raid siren goes off. A spotlight catches Prisoner 61185 charging the ring through the crowd, and as Meanstreak raises a hand in the air and starts to spin Kremmen around in his finisher. Prisoner slides under the ropes, jumps to his feet and kicks Meanstreak to the gut, forcing him to drop Kremmen before he can lay him out with "Death's Door".
Meanstreak turns his attention on Prisoner 61185, and the two start shoving each other, neither getting the advantage due to their close height and weight and level of adrenaline. Meanstreak and Prisoner lock up, and start raining blows on each other. They brawl around the ring and fall out through the middle ropes, and continue to brawl all the way up the rampway and into the back.
Kremmen picks himself up and dusts himself off, then rolls the unconscious Blood onto his back. He then goes to the outside and grabs a water bottle from the commentator's table. He takes it toward the fallen referee, lifts his head up off the mat by the hair, then squirts him in the face with it. Kremmen tosses the bottle over his shoulder back into the crowd, climbs back into the ring and covers Blood with his boot. Kremmen yells at the referee and orders him to come over and make the count, drawing title belt shapes on his waist again. The referee crawls over, dripping water on the canvas, and counts 1....2....3!
Winner: Kremmen Time: 6:19
Dave: Wow! Kremmen got lucky that Prisoner 61185 made his appearance when he did, wouldn't you say Steven.
There is dead air.
Dave: Steven?
There is dead air.
Dave: Well, fans, it appears that Steven went into hiding as soon as Prisoner 61185 appeared on the scene. Ok, let's go to a commercial.
(Commercial: Tuesday Turmoil is brought to you by Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.)
Dave: Welcome back to Tuesday, Turmoil. Steven Smith once again joins me. Where were ya buddy?
Steven: I had to head to the bathroom.
Dave: During the middle of a match?
Steven: When you gotta go, you gotta go!
Dave: So it had nothing to do with Prisoner's appearance?
Steven: Had I been here when he appeared, I would have confronted that overgrown fungus.
Dave: Yeah, whateverLet's head to the ring for our next tournament match.
"American Badass" By Kid Rock plays as Big J walks down to the ring. Two pyros go off, one garnett and the other black.
Clay Clayborne: In the ring at this time, hailing from, Columbia, South Carolina, weighing in at 270 lbs, Big J!
"Sad But True" rips out over the PA system as TTD exits the tunnel. A video package of TTD on his bike and in action appears on the Jumbotron. An explosion appears at the top of the ramp as TTD surveys the crowd blankly. Then he smirks and begins to walk slowly down the ramp to the ring. When he reaches the ring, he climbs to the top turnbuckle and looks out across the crowd.
Clay Clayborne: And his opponent, from New York City, weighing in at 300 lbs, The Third Degree!
The Third Degree uses his weight to grab the early advantage, backing Big J into the corner. TTD lets Big J go and backs off. Big J comes out of the corner again and they lock up. Neither get the advantage, and they end up both breaking the hold. TTD challenges Big J to a test of strength. Big J accepts, and they take each other's hands. TTD's size again gives him the advantage and he gets Big J's hands down to the mat, then lets him go again. Big J steps back and shakes his hands to get circulation going again, then suddenly runs at TTD, taking him down with a clothesline. Big J appeals to the crowd and gets a round of cheers. TTD climbs to his feet. They circle each other and lock up again. Big J sends TTD to the ropes and flips him over with a knee to the stomach. Big J drops the elbow on TTD. Big J gets up and picks up TTD. Big J whips TTD hard to the corner. TTD staggers back out, holding his lower back, but is met with a splash from Big J and put right back in the corner. Big J chops at TTD. TTD reverses and chops at Big J. Big J reverses again and climbs up to the second rope and starts pounding on TTD's head with a closed fist. The crowd count 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10! Big J backs away and lets TTD fall forward. Big J picks up TTD's leg, then slams it hard down to the mat. Big J drags TTD to the ropes, drapes the same leg over the bottom rope, then bounces off the rope and lands hard on TTD's leg. Big J goes back to the centre of the ring and appeals to the crowd. TTD gets to his feet, and limps towards Big J to try and get some offence going, only to be met with the Bling Bling superkick! TTD goes down hard, and his eyes roll back into his head. Big J covers TTD, hooking the leg tightly. The referee counts 1...2...3!
Winner: Big J Time: 2:48
Dave: So Big J will move onto the third round to take on Kremmen.
Steven: Kremmen might as well just default right now!
Dave: (chuckling) Ok, let's head back to the ring for our third tournament match of the evening.
Dance of the "Sugarplum Fairies" plays on the loud speakers. The crowd screams. In the ring the O.d logo(red and says O.d and has a smile under it. it looks like a smiley face.) circles around from a red strobe light. O.d walks out from the curtain then looks both ways with caution. He makes his way to the ring with red and white pyros going off along the walkway. O.d gets to the ring and slides under the ropes.
Clay Clayborne: In the ring at this time, hailing from, Gazette, Missouri, weighing in at 290 lbs, O.d!
The lights go out until just the spotlight is left facing the entryway as "Surfacing" by Slipknot hits the PA. Byron and Pancho walkout, look around then look back at the entryway. Crazy Six then comes out and they walk slowly to the ring. C-6 climbs up to the top turnbuckle and Byron and Pancho get on the ring apron right beside him as he thrusts his hands in the air and screams.
Clay Clayborne: And his opponent, escorted to the ring by Byron and Pancho, from New York City New York, weighing in at 278 lbs, Crazy Six!
O.d. places Betty in the corner under the bottom rope and tells the car that he will be done in a minute then they can go out and party! As he starts to rise, he is clotheslined head first into the top turnbuckle by Crazy Six. Crazy Six spins O.d around and with a few hits to the head and body backs him into the corner. With O.d. stunned, Crazy Six runs to the opposite corner then charges back toward O.d, squashing him further into the corner with an high-cross body splash. Sensing the advantage, Crazy Six goes back to the opposite corner and tries for a second splash, but this time bounces off O.d's raised boot. C6 staggers back into the middle of the ring, and goes down holding his face. O.d shakes his head and comes out of the corner. He picks up C6 and whips him to the ropes, and sends him over with a back body drop, then follows up with a leg drop across the face. C6 gets back to his feet and picks up O.d. C6 whips O.d to the ropes but O.d reverses and bounces C6 off and takes him down with a Lou Thesz Press, and starts pounding hard on C6's head. The referee pulls O.d off C6 and C6 rolls out of the ring and has a heads-down conference with Byron and Pancho. They all nod in agreement and help C6 back into the ring. C6 and O.d lock up again, with C6 getting the upper hand and body slamming the 290lb O.d to the mat. C6 bounces off the ropes and lays a leg drop on O.d, returning the favour from earlier in the match. Crazy Six and O.d get to their feet. Crazy Six whips O.d. to the ropes on his way back locks him in a sleeper hold. C6 applies the pressure. O.d goes down. The referee raises O.d.'s arm.drop. The referee raises O.d's arm a second time. drop. The referee signals "two" to the timekeeper. The referee raises O.d's arm a third time. O.d. holds his arm up and starts fighting the hold. O.d. gets to one knee and starts revving himself up. O.d gets to his feet and elbows C6 repeatedly in the stomach, forcing him to break the hold. O.d bounces off the ropes and tries to clothesline C6, but C6 locks the sleeper in again and puts the pressure on. O.d goes down again. The referee raises O.d.'s arm....drop. The referee raises O.d's arm a second time.... drop. The referee signals "two" to the timekeeper. The referee raises O.d's arm a third time.... drop. The referee calls for the bell!
Winner: Crazy Six Time: 5:59
Dave: So Crazy Six moves on to the third round of the tournament. When we return, we will find out who is opponent will be. Stay tuned!
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Dave: Ok, we are back and ready for our Tampex Main Event of the evening! Let's head to the ring!
The lights dim. "Somebody's Gotta Feel This" by Kid Rock hits and blue pyro explodes. The lights return and Scott Naket walks out. He walks down to the ring, and slaps hands with some of the fans. He climbs up and enters the ring. He walks to the center and poses while Jeff Jarrett pyro explodes behind him and eagerly awaits Doug Troy's arrival.
Clay Clayborne: In the ring at this time, hailing from Vancouver, Canada, weighing at 247 lbs, Scott "The Hott One" Naket!
'Brainless' by The Urge blasts the arena with its ska fury as Doug Troy walks out onto the ramp. He looks around, smiles, then throw the sign of the Kliq into the air. He smiles, walks to the ring and poses on the turnbuckles for all of his admiring fans.
Clay Clayborne: And his opponent, hailing from Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at 230lbs, Doug Troy!
The bell rings. The two men circle then finally lock up. SN takes down DT with an armdrag take down. He then stands up, smiles and backs away from DT. DT nods to the crowd and gives a golf clap of approval. The two men circle again. This time DT matches SN and takes him down with an armdrag take down. Showing the same sportsmanship, DT gets up. Naket looks impressed, then holds out his hand to DT. DT reaches for it, but Naket kicks him in the gut, then follows with a facebreaker. SN goes for a quick cover 1kick out. SN gets up and give DT and twisting boot to the face. Then he climbs the turnbuckles and poses for the crowd. DT stuggles to his feet as SN drops down from the turnbuckle. DT charges and hits SN with a running lariat, sending SN up and over the top rope and out onto the floor at ringside. DT goes to the top rope and goes for a leg drop to the floor, but SN rolls out of the way. Both men go down.
The lights suddenly goes out and "Supernova Goes Pop" by hits the arena PA system. A spotlight shines down onto the entryway to the back, but Meanstreak is no where to be found. Suddenly the lights go up and Meanstreak is standing in the ringside area staring down at SN and DT. Meanstreak reaches down with both hands to pick up both DT and SN, then...
"Break Out" by the Foo Fighters suddenly hits. Meanstreak straightens up and looks around.
Steven: Ha! Lightning shouldn't strike twice! Ha ha, I made a pun.
Dave: Shut up, Steven. Wait, look who's coming out of the crowd!
Dillan Meyers leaps over the guardrail, and slides into the opposite of the ring. He sprints across the ring in the direction of Meanstreak, leaps to the top rope and springs from it in one motion to the ringside area, cross body blocking a flabbergasted Meanstreak, driving the big man to the ringside floor. Dillan Meyers springs to his feet and begins to climb the ropes to the ring again. Meanstreak is trying to clear the cobwebs, and rises to one knee as Meyers reaches the top rope. Meyers leaps from the top rope to execute to the Supersplat of Meanstreak, but Meanstreak catches him in mid-air and sets him up for Death's Door. Meanwhile both SN and DT begin to climb back into the ring. Then from out of no where, Prisoner 61185 sprints from the crowd. This time Meanstreak is up to the challenge, and gives 61185 a big boot to the face, while still holding Meyers, sending the huge convict reeling backward into the steel ring post. Meanstreak howls and delivers At Death's Door on Dillan Meyers in the ringside area and begins to move forward towards Prisoner 61185.
Back in the ring, DT and SN take each other down with simultaneous lariats. The referee seems distracted by what is going on outside the ring between Meanstreak, Prisoner 61185 and Dillan Meyers, so he doesn't notice that "Stunning" Mike Magnum has headed down to the ringside area with a chair in hand. DT gets to his feet as Magnum slides under the bottom rope, DT turns towards Magnum just in time to receive a chair shot to the face from Magnum. Magnum drops the chair. DT is out cold.
Magnum (pointing to Doug Troy): Pin this worthless bastard!
Naket is tentative at first, then smiles and walks over to cover Troy. Magnum suddenly races forward, spins Naket around and kicks him to the gut, then follows up by dropping Naket with authority on his head with the Stunn Gun. He then rolls Naket over to his back and places the knocked out DT on top of him and slides out of the ring. The ref is back on the job1..2..3!!!
Winner: Doug Troy Time 6:01
Back outside of the ring, As Meanstreak is advancing on Prisoner 61185, Kremmen pops out of the crowd and swings his Kendo stick at the Meanstreak. Meanstreak stops the blow with his hands and powers Kremmen to the ground. Prisoner staggers to the back. Dillan Meyers gets to his feet and wobbles away. Meanstreak picks up Kremmen and drops him belly first over the guardrail, knocking the wind out of him. Meanstreak lets out a howl and pounds his chest and grabs Kremmen from the guardrail. Suddenly there is a Tarzan call and Freak of Nature comes swinging in on a vine towards Meanstreak. Meanstreak drops Kremmen and snatches FoN out of the air onto his shoulders and in one motion uses the momentum of FoN's swing, to executes At Death's Door, over the guard rail, into the front row seats. There is a sickening thud when FoN's head hits the concrete floor. Dozens of referees and security personnel flood out of the back. The camera focuses on Meanstreak as he lets out a roar.
Dave: Oh my God!! We are out of time!! Can anyone stop that monster?!
Steven: I doubt it!
Dave: We will see you again on Friday night! Good night everyone!
The camera focuses on a motionless Freak of Nature, who is bleeding from the nose, mouth and ears as the show fades to black.