** This show takes place after NMW's Revolution **

{The speakers explode as Powerman 5000's "When Worlds Collide', blasts through them shaking the arena. 30,000 fans are on their feet as this weeks Deathmatch goes on the air. Pyro streaks and flames across the ceiling and floor. The stage releases gouts of green, blue, and red flames as the winding snakes meet it. The fans are wildly waving hand and sign alike, a huge number of anti-NMW signs are shown. The camera's pan through looking for the good signs.....
"UAW's gonna roll over NMW like a Tanik"
"KillerBee.... mess them up!"
"Lawson's a wuss!"
"NMW signed X-Pac"
"X-Pac loves the cock"
"Everyone hates X-Pac"
The camera's spin back to the announce table. Terry smiles, his AnnouncePort 5000 still standing and without a knick. Daniel Carson sighs and rolls his eyes. Just as he opens his mouth to speak an arm reaches around his neck from behind and drags him kicking from his chair!!! Terry turns around and takes a hard Chairshot to the face! Terry drops to the concrete floor hard. Meanwhile Dark Destroyer lifts Daniel into the air and chokeslams him onto the table. The AnnouncePort doesn't collapse and Danny slides off in pain. Thresh Crest and Dark Destroyer both nod in appreciation for the fine craftsmanship. They take the battered announcers seats and put on the headsets.}

Thresh Crest: Damn, that looked like that hurt

Dark Destroyer: Yeah, ohhhhhh just imagine what that could have broken

Thresh Crest: Heh, WELCOME UAW FANS, tonight is THRESH!

Dark Destroyer: Your roster wants to destroy our arena, time for us to ruin your show.....

{Without any intro music Rymiel appears with police officers. He points at Thresh and DD. The cops stop in place and looks to Rymiel. Without a word they grab him and push the owner up against a wall, handcuffing him.}

Rymiel: WHAT THE HELL! I said arrest them!!!

Thresh Crest:" Hey Rymmy! Your boys trashed our arena, destruction of private property. While on the job they're YOUR responsibility, so we pressed charges first! You may only be in jail a day or two - but if anyone here so much as TOUCHES us, we'll have you and your roster in jail like that

{Thresh snaps his fingers}

Thresh Crest: You may take him away officers

{The cops carry Rymiel into the back, the UAW commissioner kicking and screaming the entire way. Once backstage they carry him through the hallways, eventually passing by Keith Mardo and Hooligan speaking in the hallway.}

Rymiel: Keith! Hooligan!

{Both men look shocked and rush over to the president, walking with him.}

Rymiel: Keith, find our mole. I don't care how you do it, just find them. Hooligan, get the roster together. And I mean EVERYONE. Let them know that those two cock-weasels are working on something. Keep everyone's eyes open. You guys did a good job, but we need to be ready to kick their ass again too

{Hooligan and Keith both nod and take off in opposite directions. Rymiel is pulled outside and put into a squad car.}

Thresh Crest: Hehehehe, that was fun. Can we do it again?

Dark Destroyer: I don't think so..... not until next week!

Thresh Crest: Well UAW, I'm looking at this card.... and well it's pure shit. Let's face it, there isn't a single one of you here that's capable of putting on half the show that dipshit Dark Destroyer here can

Dark Destroyer: Hey!

Thresh Crest: God what is this crap? Who plans your shows? One of them little monkeys on the music box? Jesus this is lame. You know what - here and now - the NMW is cancelling all this crap

{The crowd boos loudly}

Thresh Crest: What? Do you actually WANT to see Killer Bee Vs. Big Daddy Cain? or Xtreme Vs. Wraiths..... hey DD, what the [ ] is a wraith?

Dark Destroyer: There that group that screwed up our tournament

Thresh Crest: Oh..... ok that match will stay, I'd like to see them get beaten

Dark Destroyer: What about Josh Reetz Vs. Rush Man?

Thresh Crest: Trashed

Dark Destroyer: HardKore Vs. Chris Moore?

Thresh Crest: Shit

Dark Destroyer: Oh this sounds promising, Mr. Electricity Vs. Bates Masterson for the #1 contendership to *your* UAW Weaponmaster title

Thresh Crest: What? They don't deserve my belt. But I like that idea too - we'll keep it. What else is on there?

Dark Destroyer: Outcast Vs. Tanik, Hazard Vs. Strife Vs. Slayer, and Hooligan Vs. Charlie Lubnuts????

Thresh Crest: Lemme see

{Thresh takes a look}

Thresh Crest: Relax man, that's a spelling contest, not wrestling. But the rest of those matches all have some promise..... or should I say HAD because they're all cancelled

{At this point Daniel Carson starts to crawl back towards his seat. Thresh calmly leans over and pops him in the face, knocking the poor announcer out.}

Thresh Crest: Ahhhh, I love this place!! Hey DD, why don't you go into the back and let the boys in. It's time that we take our reparations

Dark Destroyer: Right

{Dark Destroyer get's up and walks off into the back. A camera follows him as he makes his way down the UAW hallways, all the time chanting "NMW! NMW!". Several UAW superstars are seen on the sidelines, barely checking themselves from rushing the man and pummeling him, among them Josh Reetz}

Josh Reetz: Your lucky your under that protection........

Dark Destroyer: Your lucky I don't decide to kick the tar out of you here and now

Dark Destroyer (hand over mouth): You'd get your ass kicked Destroyer!

Dark Destroyer: I would not!

Dark Destroyer (hand over mouth): Mr. Reetz, my kids a huge fan, could I get your autograph?

{Reetz is confused, but Destroyer speaks before Reetz does}

Dark Destroyer: You don't have kids!!!!

{Destroyer grumbles something and continues walking, leaving a confused Reetz to stand in the hallway.}

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{Hooligan comes running around a corner and comes up to Tim Lawson.}

Hooligan: 'Ymiel's a' 'estted! Ge' t'ether 'very'un! 'All ta 'AR!!!!!!!!!

{Hooligan screams and runs off down the hallway. Lawson watches him go.}

Tim Lawson: Rymiel's a transvestite?

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{HardKore is in his lockerroom, pounding away on a hanging ciner block. The block is bloody and battered, a few cracks can be seen. The protective gloves HardKore wears are soaked with blood and ripped away in spots. Despite this he continues with fist, knee, and elbow strikes. Finally he slows down and grabs the block, pushing it back, then standing still and letting it swing back into his chest. He drops to one knee as the breath is knocked out of him. HardKore struggles, but pulls himself up to stand again. Once more he takes the block and throws it away, and again it slams back into him with twice the force! HardKore is thrown back against a wall. Once more he stands, this time he looks at the camera and swings the block again. It smashes the camera and the view goes out.}

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{At the loading dock Dark Destroyer presses a button and the mechanical doors lift open. The entire NMW roster walks in, they carry a supply of tools with them. Screwdrivers, hammers, crowbars, jackhammers, welding torches, glasscutters, everything.}

Dark Destroyer: Ok guys, go shopping. You like it, you take it

Chang Mustafa: I wanna hurt someone after what they did to jackson that wasnt cool and they gotta pay

Dark Destroyer: Anyone even touch a UAW wrestler and you deal with it. The protection only extends over me and Thresh

Jeff Winters: Dude, relax.... we're cool

Dark Destroyer: Go ahead

{Dark Destroyer bows like Willy Wonka in the Chocolate factory and the NMW guys pour by him, grabbing anything they find nice and breaking it free. Already some are returning and tossing the items into the back of the tractor trailer waiting there.}

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{Somewhere in the back Jordan Garski is making his way through the bowels of the UAW arena. He turns a corner and comes face to face with Tank, Desyre, Gravedigger, and Tony Monroe. The NMW's all smile and turn to face him.}

Jordan Garski: Out of my way losers

{The NMW all bow and move aside}

Tank: Whatever you say Golden God

Gravedigger: Heh, Golden Goof

{Jordan stops at Gravedigger}

Jordan Garski: What did you say Corpse?

Gravedigger: Nothing..... but this....

{Gravedigger brings a sledgehammer around to the side of Garski! The Golden God is thrown back against the wall. The NMW Roster attacks him visciously, bringing every tool and weapon them have into play. Garski fights back, making it to his feet despite the pummels of steel and rock he's recieving. He throws Tank backwards, then sucker punches Gravedigger. But Desyre grabs him by the jollies and squeezes! Garski drops to his knees in pain. She snarls and headbutts him hard. Once down the sledgehammer of Gravedigger goes back to work, pounding Garski's flesh into a puddle. When the NMW's clear off Jordan is left laying in a pool of his blood, one arm twisted at a grotesque angle, his breathing shallow.}

Gravedigger: Rest in peace

Tank: .... that's so lame man

Gravedigger: What??

Tank: Rest in peace? That's been done to death

Gravedigger: Well what should I say????

{The NMW roster walks off leaving Garski clinging to life.}

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Thresh Crest: Ohhhhh, I liked THAT!

Match 1. Xtreme & Queen Vs. Lee & Immortal

{"Messiah", by Fear Factory hits, and the two Wraiths, Lee and Immortal walk out onto the stage. Already on the edges of the stage the NMW superstars are starting to take it apart and carry off pieces. The Wraiths threaten the NMW guys but leave them alone and make their way to the ring.}

Thresh Crest: Oh no! The Wraiths! I'm afriad!...... jerk-offs........

{"Guess who's Back" resounds through the arena before Kid Rock's "Cocky" hits. Xtreme and the Xtreme Queen step out onto stage. The fans are yelling loudly for the scantily clad woman, she's wrapped up so tight she's almost falling out. The pair start their approach to the ring when Thresh speaks up.}

Thresh Crest: Whoa whoa whoa, I'm changin this. Bitch, stay in the back

{The crowd boos and Queen looks ready to run down and take off Thresh's head. Xtreme literally stops her and convinces her to return to the back. Xtreme then dashes down to the ring and slides in.}

Immortal and Lee jump Xtreme immediately, kicking him back to the ground every moment he moves. The referee comes over to stop them, but they grab him and throw the poor man out of the ring and onto the floor. Lee pulls Xtreme to his feet and hits a hard belly-to-belly suplex! Immortal lands a hard leg drop across the neck of the challenger a moment later. Immortal then pulls him to his feet and hits a fast snap powerbomb.

Thresh Crest: Ohhhh, this isn't going well Well no, I take that back. This is pretty good

Immortal signals to the fans and lifts Xtreme up for the Fall to Immortality (Fire-Thunder), but Xtreme is still too strong! He kicks his legs and reverses the move into a normal fire-thunder driver! Lee charges, but Xtreme ducks and back drops him over the top rope. Following his namesake Xtreme gains momentum off the ropes, then flies over the top - wiping out Lee with a corkscrew attack! Xtreme grabs chair and slides back into the ring. Immortal stands unsteadily - and WHAM he's battered back into a corner from the powerful shot! Xtreme holds the dented chair in the air as the fans go crazy/ He drops the weapon to the mat and moves to Immortal, pushing him up onto the turnbuckle. Xtreme climbs and hooks the Wraith's head, readying for a super DDT. Immortal regains some composure and elbow strikes the hardcore one in the stomach, stalling him. Immortal stands and grabs Xtreme by the neck.

Thresh Crest: I like these guys, especially if that cock-monger breaks Xtreme's neck

{Dark Destroyer returns, kicking Lee in the head on the way}

Dark Destroyer: I miss anything?

Thresh Crest: Nothing important, how're the guys?

Dark Destroyer: Working hard, already have half a truck full

Thresh Crest: Sweet

Dark Destroyer: What's going on here?

Thresh Crest: Eh, nothing

Dark Destroyer: I mean the match

Thresh Crest: The what?? Oh, *THAT* just ignore it. It'll hurt less

Immortal calls to the crowd and lifts Xtreme, chokeslamming him onto the chair! Immortal hops down and covers, but there's no referee.

Thresh Crest: Dumbass.....

Immortal get's to his feet and pulls the challenger up, hitting a hard knife-edge chop. Xtreme suddenly fires back with a right, a left, right, left, right, left. Xtreme grabs the Wraith and whips him into the turnbuckle hard! Immortal staggers out and is nearly decapitated by a leaping power clothesline. Lee slides into the ring and hits Xtreme with an axe handle smash from behind. Xtreme spins and kicks him in the gut, lifting the man up and hitting the Xtreme Stunner (TKO)!!!! He pulls Immortal to his feet and sends him for a ride again, into the ropes, and back into a swinging chokeslam. Xtreme dashes for the turnbuckle and climbs to the top, with a yell he takes flight and comes down knee first into Immortal's chest!

Dark Destroyer: He's not bad

Thresh Crest: Yeah, he's beyond bad

Xtreme stands over the fallen Wraiths with his arms raised.

Thresh Crest: This is boring the shit outta me....

{Thresh leaps over the table and slides into the ring. Xtreme turns to face him and is immediately hit with the Riot Act (STO 2)!!!! Thresh leaps back to his feet and spits on Xtreme. At this point Immortal is slowly regaining his composure and stands up. Thresh locks him in and hits a second Riot Act (STO 2)! Then running to the turnbuckle he rebounds off with Entropy (Rios Backflip Splash) hitting it perfectly across Immortal's chest. Thresh slides out and takes his seat again.}

Thresh Crest: Damn it feels good to kick the crap outta UAW losers

The referee has finally recovered and rolls into the ring. Xtreme starts crawling towards Thresh at the announcers table, in the process moving over one of Immortal's legs. The referee drops and counts 1.................................................. 2..................................................... 3............................................................

Thresh Crest: [ ] me he won it!

Announcer: Winner at.....

{The announcer is struck down by DD who hits him over the skull with a chair.}

Dark Destroyer: Shut up! Your winner, and still a loser - Xtreme! Guys, get these freaks out of our ring!

{Some of the NMW roster appears and drags the beaten wrestlers out, including Xtreme, who needs to be pounded into submission a few times on the way up the ramp.}

Thresh Crest: God that was lame, who do we ridicule next?

Dark Destroyer: Well you cancelled all the other matches

Thresh Crest: Yeah...... hey Chang. I know you can hear me, go attack someone - I'm bored

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{Outside KillerBee's room the Jokers stand in a hundle.}

Crazy Joker: Ok, so you knock, then I'll hit him with the lead pipe!

Insane Joker: And then *I'll* hit him with the steel pipe!

Crazy Joker: Yes! We'll win! Hahahahaha!

Insane Joker: Do it

{Crazy Joker hides off to one side of the door while Insane Joker stands in front and knocks on the door. His steel pipe hidden behind his back.}

KillerBee: Who is it?

Insane Joker: Candygram......

KillerBee: I hate candy

Insane Joker: Um..... flowers!

KillerBee: Who is it?

Insane Joker: Jokers!.... wait.... SHIT!

{A fist punches through the door and grabs Insane Joker by the neck, yanking his head forward into the door. KB then kicks the door open, catching Crazy Joker in the face and dropping him as well. KillerBee just smirks and pulls his dented, cracked, and pierced door closed again.}

KillerBee: Idiots......

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{Hooligan comes screaming around a corner, running headfirst into the shoulder of Bear. Nearby Primal stands shaking a vending machine ful of chocolate bars.}

Primal: PRIMAL WANT CANDY!

Bear: Who you?

{Hooligan smiles seeing the UAW boys.}

Hooligan: 'Ymiel's 'ressted, 'gitt'a 'very'un t'guth'a!!!

{Bear and Primal both look at each other and nod. Hooligan smiles and dashes off}

Bear: Rymiel smart

Primal: Yes, he know how to get candy

Bear: Where Rymiel?

Primal: Resting

Bear: Ahhhhh

{Both men continue shaking the candy machine}

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Thresh Crest: Bear..... I remember him, [ ]ing retard reject

Dark Destroyer: We really should have beaten him down when Rymiel sent him to the NMW arena

Thresh Crest: You know the saying though

Dark Destroyer: No brain, no pain

Thresh Crest: Yep

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{Josh Reetz is making his way through the hallway when Hooligan runs up to him.}

Hooligan: 'Ymiel's 'ressted, 'gitt'a 'very'un t'guth'a!

Josh Reetz: I can't understand a word you said

Hooligan: 'Ymiel's 'ressted, 'gitt'a 'very'un t'guth'a!'Ymiel's 'ressted, 'gitt'a 'very'un t'guth'a!!!!!

Josh Reetz: Do you practice being retarded?

{Hooligan howls in anger and grabs Reetz by the shirt, yelling.}

Hooligan: 'Ymiel's 'ressted, 'gitt'a 'very'un t'guth'a!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

{Reetz brushes him off}

Josh Reetz: Listen man, just write it out - least then I'll know what the hell your saying!

{Hooligan brightens immediately and dashes off}

Josh Reetz: ............ what a freak

{Reetz turns around a corner and walks by a doorway. Chang Mustafa appears in the doorway, an evil smile on his face.}

Chang blindsides Reetz into the wall. Reetz takes the blow, and gives it right back with an elbow shot to Chang's face. Chang wavers, but charges Reetz with a shoulder block, sending him into the wall again. He rathers, rinses, and repeats this three times, knocking Reetz to the ground. Chang begins stomping away on Reetz for several seconds before stopping.

Dark Destroyer: Do you think Chang will actually win this one?

Thresh Crest: Who knows, the little cunt-rag almost beat me

Chang flexes his muscles and lifts Reetz to his feet. Chang attacks with a flurry of lefts and rights. Reetz takes all the hits and deflects the last one with his right forearm. He explodes through Chang with a body tackle, taking Chang to the floor. He jumps on Chang and pins his arms to the floor. He begins punching away at the once illiterate monkey.

Thresh Crest: He looks like a monkey

Dark Destroyer: Smells like one too

After a few seconds, Reetz gets up and starts walking away. He turns the corner of the hallway, but is once again blindsided by Chang. Chang hops on top of Reetz and begins pounding his head into the concrete floor. After three pounds, Reetz wildly throws his fist and clocks Chang in the jaw. Chang falls off in a heap. Both men are on the floor, breathing heavy. They start to get to their feet at the same time, and make it up simultaneously.

The two begin firing rights and lefts to each others face. The punches aren't strong, but do their toll to the tired and hurt men. Chang knees Reetz in the gut and rolls him onto some boxes. Chang follows him up and rolls him onto another level of boxes. He also follows. Chang stands at the top of the boxes, about 10 feet high, and sets Reetz up for a powerbomb.

Dark Destroyer: Yes hit it!

Dark Destroyer (with hand over mouth): Nooooooo! Reetz is my favorite!

Dark Destroyer: Shut up! He sucks!

Dark Destroyer (hand over mouth): You wish!

Chang let's a cry of "N-M-W RULES!" and hoists his arms into the air. However, this delay costs him, as Reetz comes up and hits him with the Final Destination (Rios Driver). Driving them both through the wooden boxes and crates, sending shards skipping across the floor. Both men fall to the floor, with Chang's head hitting the ground first. Both men lay on the ground, Reetz in pain, and Chang barely breathing.

Reets slowly get's to his feet, he looks down at Chang and aims his fingers like a gun. Without a sound his hand snaps back like a bullet fired.

Josh Reetz: ....... one..... down, more to.... go.....

{Reetz staggers down the hallway, shaking his head to clear it of the ringing.}

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Thresh Crest: Ahhhh vintage Chang - take that [ ]hole! Try to beat me again bitch

Dark Destroyer: Well this has been *so* much fun, but let's get the hell out of here

Thresh Crest: Yeah, LAST MATCH_ HURRY YOUR PUNK ASSES UP! I'M HUNGRY!

Match 2. #1 Contendership for the Weaponmaster Title. Mr. Electricity Vs. Bates Masterson

{"Hit the Lights", by Metallica plays as Mr. E walks out. Unfortunately the song cuts out. High above some NMW superstars are dismantling the UAW sound system and taking pieces of it for their own. Electricity frowns but continues his appraoch to the ring supported only by the chants of the fans.}

Thresh Crest: Heh, this place is starting to look more like the ghetto imitation it is

{Bates Masterson walks out next, his normal light show long since removed. The fans still welcome him warmly as some of the chairs are scooped out from under them by the NMW. Bates flicks off these invading superstars and makes his way down to the ring. At several points he's forced to move around holes appearing in the rampway as it's taken down.}

Dark Destroyer: Do we really need to sit through this?

The bell rings and both men start to circle each other. Much like a bolt of the energy he is named after, Mr E shoots forward and catches Bates off guard with a flurry of hard punches, topped off by and stiff Clothesline. Bates gets back up carefully but just as Mr E moves in, Bates suddenly thumbs him in the eye and drives a knee into his midsection. With Mr E doubled over, Bates quickly takes him to the mat with a Gordbuster then drops into a very blatant choke hold, however with Hardcore rules in effect, anything goes. Bates chokes away at Mr E for nearly a full minute before breaking the hold on his own and yanking his opponent up to his feet. Bates quickly whips Mr E into the ropes that are a mere few feet from him. As Mr E rebounds, Bates lifts him high into a Body Press, twists him around and Guillotines him across the top rope! Bates grins and follows up by dropping an elbow across Mr E's throat, then scrambles to his feet and goes for another Elbow Drop. This time, Mr E rolls away from it and up to his feet. Bates gets up quickly as well and rushes his opponent, but Mr E drives a kick into his gut and nails a snap DDT. Bates rolls out of the ring to the outside. In the ring Mr E
stands there, yelling as best he can at Bates. Meanwhile, Bates goes to the announce position and snags a chair.

Dark Destroyer: He took your chair Thresh!!

Thresh Crest: Don't worry about it.... things are planned

Bates smiles and motions for Mr E to join him on the outside of the ring. Mr E points at the chair in Bates' hands and shakes his head "no". Bates shrugs and tosses the chair to Mr E and signals for him to come out again. This time Mr E obliges and starts to climb through the ropes, but at the same moment, Bates slides back into the ring under the ropes. As Mr E stops, Bates clubs him in the back and knocking the chair out of his hands onto the apron. Bates pulls Mr E back into the ring fully and nails a Swinging Neckbreaker, then grabs the chair. Mr E starts to get up, but Bates bashes him in the back with the chair, driving him back down. He starts to get up again, and again Bates hits him with the chair. After a moment, Mr E starts to get up once more. Bates raises the chair over his head and brings it down hard, at the last second, Mr E rolls onto his back and kicks up with both feet, driving the chair back into Bates' face! The chair clatters to the mat as Mr E gets up finally. As Bates recovers, Mr E quickly slips behind him and hooks on a Diving Reverse DDT, dropping Bates' head right onto the chair. He goes for a cover. 1... 2..... Kickout!

Dark Destroyer: Dammit, finish already

{Thresh is apparantly asleep}

Mr E climbs to his feet and yanks Bates up by the hair, then whips him hard into the turnbuckle where he hangs limply. Then, he grabs the chair and repositions it on the mat before going over and placing Bates onto the top turnbuckle. With one last check on the chair position, Mr E climbs up and hooks Bates up for a Super DDT. Before he can execute it however, Bates fights free and shoves Mr E off him. Mr E lands hard on the mat, and the chair. Bates stands on the
turnbuckle and launches off with a Flying Elbow Drop but only finds the unforgiving steel of the chair as Mr E rolls clear and out of the ring. As Bates rolls in agony, clutching his elbow, Mr E digs under the ring for a few choice weapons. He pulls out a couple trash cans and throws them in the ring, then a STOP sign and... football helmet? He tosses all of it into
the ring and keeps searching for more. In the ring, Bates is back on his feet and goes over to the ropes, leans over, grabs a handful of Mr E's hair and starts pulling him back into the ring. Mr E twists around but can't break Bates grip on his hair, so instead, he produces a ballpean hammer and slams it down on Bates' foot! Bates lets go and starts hopping around the
ring. Mr E slides back in and grabs a trash can, denting it over Bates' skull. Bates staggers around for a second before Mr E grabs him and Scoop Slams him onto the second trash can. He makes a cover. 1... 2..... Kickout!

Mr E slams the mat in frustration and pulls Bates up. He signals to the crowd that the end is near and sets Bates up for a Circuit Breaker (Screwdriver)! He hoists Bates up, but somehow Bates finds some strength and fights free. He kicks until he starts to drop down behind Mr E, hooking his head on the way down and nailing a huge Reverse DDT! Both men are down. The referee, unsure what to do, starts a ten count. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... Bates gets to his knees. 7... Mr E starts to stir. 8... 9...

Dark Destroyer: Where's caffiene when you need it?

Bates is up and the referee stops the count. Bates helps Mr E up the rest of the way only to start chopping away at him. Mr E recoils from every stinging blow until Bates finally whips him into the ropes and hits a Spinebuster. Looking around, Bates snags the hammer Mr E dropped earlier and wraps his hand around the head of it, then drops and starts punching Mr E repeatedly with the same hand. Within seconds, Mr E is bleeding profusely from the head. Satisfied, Bates rolls off him and tosses the hammer out of the ring. He yanks Mr E up and drags him to where the STOP sign lays, hooks up and delivers The Stroke (Front Russian Sweep) right onto it! Bates makes a confident cover. 1... Kickout!

Bates can't believe his ears. He violently yanks Mr E back up to his feet, drills him a few times in the face with hard right hands, then hooks him up for The Stroke (Front Russian Sweep) again, driving him face first into the STOP sign once more. Again he goes for a cover, hooking a leg this time though. 1... 2..... Kickout!

Dark Destroyer: Heh.... actually this match isn't too bad

Dark Destroyer (hand over mouth): UAW rules!

Dark Destroyer: I'm gonna remove you......

Bates looks shell shocked! He gets up to his feet and argues with the referee, quite convinced that the count must have been slow. Slowly, Mr E starts to get up. As he gets to his knees, Mr E grabs the STOP sign. As soon as Bates turns back around, Mr E puts all the power he can muster into on hell up an upswing with the sign in hand and nails Bates in the face. Bates flys up off the ground and crashes to the mat. Mr E drops the sign and nearly collapses himself. He crawls
over and drapes an arm over Bates' prone form. 1... 2..... Kickout!

Both men lay on the mat for a few seconds, as they try to gather enough energy to get up again. Slowly, they both start to rise. Mr E gets up a fraction of a second before Bates and surges forward with a hard Clothesline that takes both men up and over the top rope to the floor outside. Outside the ring, they both get up to their feet again and start exchanging stiff
punches with one another. Bates gets the better of the exchange and staggers Mr E with a quick series of jabs before driving a knee into his stomach and then tossing him head first into the security rail. Bates then pulls Mr E up and drops him throat first across the security rail and holds him there for several long seconds. When he lets go, Mr E falls to the ground clutching his throat again. Meanwhile, Bates goes under the ring and finds a table!

{Overdramatic gasp from DD}

Bates hauls the table out and sets it up at a 90 degree angle to the security rail. As Mr E starts to get back to his feet under his own power, Bates drill him in the gut and sets him up for a Powerbomb through the table! At the last second, Mr E manages to reverse the Powerbomb into a Face Buster, sending Bates face first through the wooden table! Despite the timely counter, Mr E doesn't have the energy to follow up with a pin right away. After nearly two whole minutes,
he finally manages to climb over and make a pinfall attempt. The referee drops for the count. 1... 2..... Kickout!

Mr E curses to himself and climbs painfully to his feet, dragging Bates up with him. He pulls Bates over to the ring apron and drives him face first into it a few times before sliding him into the ring and following. Once back in the ring, Mr E hoists Bates up to his feet, but in the process gets ding'd by a Low Blow! As Mr E staggers around, stunned from the shot
to the groin, Bates nails a Russian Leg Sweep on him. Bates gets back to his feet fairly quickly and rests against the ropes as he waits for Mr E to get up on his own. After quite some time, Mr E gets back to his feet under his own power. Bates quickly slips around behind him and locks on a Sleeper Hold. Mr E fights it for a few seconds before he manages to twist free and whips Bates into the ropes. On the return, Mr E telegraphs a Back Body Drop attempt and recieves a stunning kick to the face as his reward. Bates slips around behind him again and grabs him, hitting a Walking Side Slam! Bates taunts his downed foe before moving in to make a cover. As he bends down, Mr E lashes out and cracks Bates over the head with the football helmet. The sound of helmet meeting skull is sickening to say the least. Mr E climbs up to his
feet, regains his balance a bit, then pulls a virtually unconscious Bates Masterson to his feet. He quickly signals to the crowd, the hoists Bates up for the Circuit Breaker (Screwdriver), however he doesn't get him up the first time. He tries again, but again just doesn't have the strength left. On the third attempt however, he gets Bates up and nails his devestating finishing maneuver! He quickly hooks a leg for the cover. 1... 2..... The 3 never comes as the referee is pulled out of the
ring by Thresh.

Dark Destroyer: Here comes the fun!

Thresh rips the referee out of the ring and slides in. Mr. Electricity get's to his feet and stumbles right into the The Riot Act (STO 2)!!! Thresh pulls the UAW Weaponmaster belt off and bashes the downed former champion in the face with it. He walks over and sets a foot on Bates's chest. The referee comes back in and move to DQ the match, but Thresh starts yelling something.

Dark Destroyer: Heh, UAW and their stupid hardkore rules

The referee is forced to make the count, but he does so slowly! 1..................................................................................................... 2................................................................................................................................... 3---------- Just as the hand is about to hit there's a loud blast from the stage as the remaining pyro goes off. From backstage Hooligan leads a collection of the UAW. Hanging over him is a full body "apocalypse" sign. The white boards with the black lettering saying, "Rymiel is arrested. Get everyone together and get rid of those NMW [ ]ers!" signed 'Rymiel'. Hooligan levels a chair at the two NMW announcers and screams "CHARGE!". The UAW superstars pour down like a flood, washing into the ring and barely giving Thresh a chance to escape. Both him and Dark Destroyer turn and escape through the crowd, just before they do Dark Destroyer brings a sledgehammer down into the center of Terry's super table and snaps it in half. The UAW logo appears as the invaders and their chasing party disappear into the back.

 

**Special Thanks to Shadey for the Chang Mustafa/Josh Reetz segment. I'd also like to thank Hazard for once more outdoing himself with a great match, Mr. Electricity Vs. Bates Masterson.**