Title Deadly Games Date March 31, 2002 Venue Target Center Location Minneapolis, Minnesota

(The picture is totally black. Immortally Insane by Pantera begins to fade in as the background music. The screen explodes and the logo for WFW’s Deadly Games bursts through the black background. The picture shows “WFW PRESENTS DEADLY GAMES SOLD OUT!” flashing on the billboard outside the Target Arena in Minneapolis, Minnesota. The scene changes to the inside of the arena. Pantera is playing Immortally Insane and the crowd is going nuts. The number 1 pops up on the screen and changes quickly to a picture of BBD. He has his BBD Title around his waist. That picture is pushed to the side by a picture of Blake Williams. It is from his latest promo. The number 2 appears on the screen as a picture of Anson Drake and Epic Madrox appears on the screen split down the middle. They are both in wrestling action. The screen changes back to Pantera performing in the center of the ring. Phil Anselmo is atop the turnbuckle singing, \ m /. Dimebag Darrell, Rex Brown and Vinnie Paul are going crazy behind him. The number 3 appears on the WFWtron and it takes up the whole screen again. Athena and Isabella Drake are shown in action against each other. The WFW lightweight championship belt fades over the video that was playing. The number 4 fades in after a second over the video. A picture of Hades and Ravage each in action begins to play. They are pushed aside by a video of the Lost Souls, Unforgiven and Bloodshed. Highlights are shown of the matches leading up to the tag title final. The number 5 fades in and along side it come a video of Shane Brandon and AnimaL. Clips from the Shane Brandon - Mr. Sandman match play. It shows AnimaL run down and SAVE Brandon by attacking Mr. Sandman. Voiceovers of the commentators can be heard. The number 6, wrapped in iron, fades and behind it comes a video of Adam Masterson. He is wrestling. It stays there for about 10 seconds and moves on. Next up is a video of Unforgiven. The scene goes back to Pantera in the ring. The fans are being restrained by security as they try and hit the ring. The words “MAIN EVENT” fade in. The screen is cut into 3 parts as pictures of Mr. Sandman, Revolution and Chris Lancer fall into place. Clips are shown from the first IWA meeting between Mr. Sandman and Revolution. The scene changes next to when Lancer laid out Mr. Sandman with a chair. Lancer stands over him. The screen finally changes to Mr. Sandman and Revolution staring each other down in the center of the ring as they begin to shove each other. Pantera begins to wind down and the camera swings to the announce table.)

Michaels: Welcome to WFW’s DEADLY GAMES! I am “The Professor” Joe Michaels and this is…….

Lang: PANTERA, YOU RULE!

(Lang flashes the devil horns with one hand and the fist of metal with the other.)

Lang: Woooooooooooooo.

Michaels: Indeed. You un-intelligent imbecile. Sit down.

Lang: Woooooooooooooo.

Michaels: Well, since he doesn’t seem to want to introduce himself, that is “The MOUTH” Jimmy Lang. We have a great line up tonight. We have…….

Lang: Woooooooooooooo.

Michaels: OH WOULD YOU SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP?

(Lang gets a puzzled look on his face and he slowly sits down.)

Lang: Indeed.

Michaels: Thank you. Well, as I was saying until I was so rudely interrupted, we have 7 matches here tonight. And at the top of the card we have……

Lang: A three way match for the Heavyweight title between Revolution, Lancer and Mr. Sandman.

Michaels: Yes, there is a lot riding on this match.

Lang: Yes, there is a lot riding on this match. It is being looked upon as possibly being the biggest match in the history of WFW.

Michaels: Well, let’s not delay it. Let’s get to the action!

Lang: Here we go!

(The camera cuts to the parking garage where a black limo pulls up. The chauffeur gets out of his seat and walks to the back to open the door. Stepping from inside is Lara; the door on the other side opens up and WFW World Champion Chris Lancer steps out as the fans in the arena goes crazy. He slings his belt over his shoulder and grabs a gym bag. He walks around to Lara’s side and the two walk toward the arena’s entrance. Craig Wallabee stops them, with a mic in his hand.)

Wallabee: Chirs Lancer, Chris Lancer. I wanted to get a word from you.

Lancer: Shoot, Wallabee.

Wallabee: You have perhaps the biggest match of your life tonight against Mr. Sandman and Revolution, two men who have been most recently in the same stable, The Underground. Are you concerned at all that they might try to double-team you to win the match?

Lancer: Are you kidding me? Those two have been bickering like little school girls over their favorite Barbie doll. I’m not worried about that at all and this belt here ain’t no Barbie doll.

Wallabee: Despite the fact that it’s currently your World Title, you aren’t considered by many as the favorite to retain your title tonight. How do you feel about that?

Lancer: That’s right; the match is for MY World Title. It’s not Sandman’s and it’s not Revolution’s. And by the end of tonight, it’s still going to be MY title.

(Lara surprisingly grabs the microphone from Craig Wallabee.)

Lara: Craig, let the Deadly Games begin.

(The fans in the Target Center go wild as Chris and Lara walk off toward their dressing room.)

Michaels: Lara actually spoke and those words couldn’t be any truer.

Lang: Heh, I always thought she was mute or deaf, or whichever is the one where you can’t talk.

Michaels: You are indeed a moron.

(The camera cuts to backstage where BBD in his dressing room looking down at a bra in his hands. His tag team partner, Anson Drake is relaxing on the couch behind him with his feet up, watching tv.)

Anson: BBD, for the love of god, what are you doing?

BBD: I’m trying to figure out how to undo this bra. Even though the rules is my match have got to be the dumbest of all times, I still plan of winning. And I can’t win unless I get one of these things on Blake Williams. I almost…got…it…

(Anson just sighs as President Shoe walks into the room to a mixed reaction from the the audience sitting in the arena. Shoe looks puzzled at BBD for a second, then regains his train of thought.)

Shoe: I don’t even want to know what going on here, but I do bring some good news, gentlemen.

Anson: What? Another way to screw us? You already teamed me with…him. And BBD has to fight in this ridiculous match.

Shoe: Now, Now, hear me out. All that stuff wasn’t my idea, it was President Young’s. I’ve come to make things right.

BBD: No more BBD Rules?! Dammit! I almost had it that time!

Shoe: Not exactly. You still have to wrestle under BBD Rules and you two still have to be a tag team for a while. Young made sure of that, but to make up for it, I got you guys a Tag Team Title shot at next week’s Uprising.

Anson: That’s more like it.

Shoe: Heh, its not that easy. You both must win your matches tonight. You do that and you got the shot next Sunday. It’s the best I could do. Well, I have some other things to attend to. It’s going to be quite a busy night. I’ll talk to you guys later.

(Shoe leaves the room.)

BBD: Aha! Got it!

Anson: Did you even hear what Shoe just said?

BBD: Huh? Fill me in later, its time for my match.

(BBD opens the door and begins to leave the room as the camera cuts back to Michaels and Lang at ringside.)

Michaels: Has Shoe turned over a new leaf?

Lang: I think he turned over a stupid leaf. When President Young finds out what he’s doing, the poop will hit the fan.

O’Hara: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the pay per view extravaganza, Deadly Games! Our first match of the evening is for one fall under BBD Rules, and is for the BBD Title! First, the challenger, coming to the ring at 231 pounds, from Buffalo, New York, BLAKE WILLIAMS!

(Lights fades out, Blake Williams voice is heard: I Am Simply The Best. "The Best" Tina Turner begins as the white lights flicker in the dark arena. Blake’s WFW-tron video plays as Blake himself steps out onto the stage. He walks from one side of the stage to the other taunting the fans before zig-zagging his way slowly down the ramp as he continues his verbal jousting. He rolls into the ring and leans against the ropes and shouts at more fans as they begin to shower him with ‘boos’. His music fades out and he gets off the ropes, awaiting his opponent.)

O’Hara: And now his opponent, weighing in at 280 lbs., from Baltimore, Maryland, the current BBD Title Champion, “BALLISTIC” BRIAN DEAS!

(The arena goes black as “Rollin” by Limp Bizkit plays throughout the arena. Black and red lights flash from the stage to the ring as BBD comes out onto the stage with his baseball bat in hand and when he has his black gloves on. He looks ready to take care of business as he smacks the bat in the palm of his hand and struts down to the ring. He walks up the steps and enters the ring, keeping his eyes fixed on Blake the whole time. Once in the ring, he raises his bat high in the air, causing cheers to erupt from the crowd. The music dies out as he gets ready to fight.)

Lang: HAHA! This will be a sight to see.

(The baseball bats, bras and dildos are spread all around ringside as Bryan Deas and Blake Williams stare off in center ring. Deas makes the first move as throws a haymaker at Williams but Williams ducks and and puts Deas in a armbar he then trips Deas making him go to his knees and giving Williams more leverage on the armbar. Williams then kicks Deas in the back of f the head and then lets go of his arm and slides out of the ring. Williams firstly picks up a dildo and looks at it and then throws it away into the crowd. He then picks up a baseball bat and gets back in the ring.)

Lang: I can accept baseball bats, but bras and dildos?

Michaels: This reminds me of my first date.

(Williams stands over Deas who has crawled his way into the corner for some unknown reason, and Williams raises the bat over his head to swing but Deas pulls out a dildo from behind him and stabs Williams in the stomach with the dildo repeatedly. Williams drops the bat and covers his torso. Deas then gets up and continuously stabs him he then knees Williams in the torso and drops him with a punch to the back. Deas starts smacking Williams on the back of the head with the dildo. Deas then drops the dildo and lays in many kicks into Williams. Deas then grabs the baseball bat and hits Williams in the back with it and kicks him some more. Deas throws the bat down and then picks Williams up and throws him over the ropes and put to ringside landing on the mountain of bras.)

Lang: Deas is and Idiot he should've threw him over the other side.

Michaels: I know that feeling, she wasn't that big but she was big enough.

Lang: What The Hell?

Michaels: My First date! You know....

Lang: First Date? God Damnit shut up.

(Deas climbs through the ropes and out of the ring he then jumps off the ring apron and drops a leg on Williams. He then picks Williams up and yells out "It's All Over Y'all". Deas Picks up a bra a puts Williams are through and begins to hook it up. But he can't do it. It won't hook. Deas yells put in frustration, "DAMNIT WHY COULD THEY HAVE VELCRO!?! I HAVE ALWAYS HAD TROUBLE WITH THESE!" Deas then picks up Williams and throws him back into the ring. Deas goes around to the other side of the ring to pick up a Baseball bat, but instead he picks up about 5 baseball bats and throws them in the ring he then picks up 10 dildos and throws them in the ring. Deas then yells out, "I'm so smart!" He gets back in the ring only to met by Blake Williams and a baseball bat right to the skull of Deas killing any remaining brain cells he had and sending him to the mat. Williams then proceeds to beat Deas with the bat. He then picks up a dildo and shoves it into Deas' mouth he then kicks it down further but Deas doesn't budge it fits in quite nicely. Williams then beats Deas some more with the beat with a disgusted look on his face, he then picks up Deas who spits out the dildo and throws him into the ropes and nails him with a clothesline and then run off the ropes a leg drops Deas. Williams gets up and signals Deas' demise. He picks up Deas puts him over his shoulders into a fireman's carry and nails Deas with his finisher Lights Out. Williams jumps up and mocks Deas to the crowd. Deas is lying motionless and Williams decides to go out for a bra to end this one. A huge roar is heard and through the crowd a man like figure is seen running down to ringside. He jumps over the rail and begins to pick up all the bras and throw them into the crowd. Williams is standing on the apron looking absolutely confused as the man continues to throw the bras into the crowd. The man gets closer to the commentary table.)

Lang: What is that deranged man doing?

Michaels: Man? That aint no man! It's ASIA!

Lang: What? Asia?

Michaels: Well I dunno what to call it. Hmm It sounds good.

(He throws all the bras into the crowd then begins jumping up and down yelling "My Love Must Win! My Love Must Win!" Williams gets down to ringside, picks up a baseball bat and goes behind Asia and breaks the bat over its back. As the crowd Boo loudly he raises the broken handle in the air. He then drops the handle and looks around for a bra and cannot find one. He begins screaming at Asia. Williams continues to scream at Asia and Deas has regained some idea of where he his rolls out of the ring and picks up a steel rod dildo from under the ring, he walks over to Williams taps him on the shoulder. Williams turns around and Deas slams the steel dildo into Williams face causing Williams to fall right into the crotch of Asia.)

Lang: Oh Lord someone help him!

Michaels: Lang I have been there before and it aint that bad.

Lang: What?

Michaels: Huh? ah Nothing.

(Deas looks at Williams and accuses him of deliberately falling there, he picks up Williams and throws him into the ring and sets him up for Ballistically Insane. He lifts Williams up over his head and slams him into the ring. Deas Begins to celebrate when he stops to think. Deas looks around for a Bra. He cannot find one, he then looks at Asia and thinks, but then he begins to shake his head and then he points his finger in the air to show he has an idea. Deas begins to rip off his t-shirt to reveal one of Asia's Red Sating bras. He rips the Velcro and takes it off and then puts Williams arms in and seals the Velcro to win the BBD title.)

Lang: Deas Wins!!

Michaels: Is Deas an It now?

Lang: I always thought he was.

("Rollin'" by Limp Bizkit and Deas begins to celebrate and Asia is up again and gets the BDD title, enters the ring goes behind Deas and puts the belt around him and clips it on. While she is doing this a confused looks comes across Deas' face he then asks Asia If (s)he has a dildo in her pants.)

(We find ourselves facing a series of grey, rather nondescript lockers. Our view lowers slightly to reveal Shane Brandon, seated upon a wooden bench. He is dressed in his full ring gear, as he carefully tapes up his left hand. It is just then that Hoss Titan appears at the locker rooms doorway. He moves cautiously, yet still tips his Stetson hat in a friendly manner upon entering the room…)

Shane: (sarcastically…) Well, if it isn't the 'mega-successful-wrestling-tycoon' himself…

Titan: 'Keep on stormin' out a' my Board meetins' and they jus' might down grade me to 'highly-successful-tycoon'. So… You ready for this thang?

Shane: Just about… You here to offer some last minute words of wisdom?

Titan: …Yeah - Don't get knocked out.

Shane: (smirks) Not since Vince Lombardi has such an inspirational speech been delivered.

Titan: I do believe my feelins' 'bout this type a' match is purdy clear…

Shane: Listen, I don't wa-

Titan: (interrupts) Don't worry - you ain't getting' no speeches from me. As they say, there's a time for words an' a time for action, right?

Shane: Well then…

(Brandon stands; a fierce look in his eyes. He pulls on a loose piece of tape before wrapping it tightly around his wrist…)

Jack O’Hara: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from New York, weighing in at 239 lbs, here comes Epic Madrox!!!

“Toxic” by Crazy Town hits as Epic Madrox comes to the ring. The crowd just boos him as he enter the ring. He asks for the microphone and speaks to everyone.

Epic Madrox: Well, here we are. Deadly Games, everyone is telling me in the back that I will be destroyed by Anson Drake. Well, you know what, I am tired of hearing about it. Everyone talks about Drake being a former WFW World Champion and he will destroy me. Well, Anson, that doesn’t be a damn thing to me cause what I see is just the guy I will destroy myself and when I do, I will be remembered as the man who defeated the former WFW World Champion. So, Anson, get your ass down here so I can show what a loser you are.

Madrox drops the microphone and begs Anson to come on down.

Jack O’Hara: Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing his opponent. He is from Cleveland, Ohio and he weighs in at 251 lbs, here comes the former WFW World Heavyweight Champion of the World, I give you “The Revolution” Anson Drake!!!

“Sehnsucht” by Rammstein hits as Anson Drake’s music plays but Anson Drake doesn’t appear.

Epic Madrox: Ha! Just as I thought! He is too scared to face me. Well, I don’t blame you Mr. Anson Drake. Everyone is scared of the Madrox.

Michaels: Can this be true? Is Anson scared?

Lang: Heh, you know it is cause Madrox can beat Anson anytime.

Michaels: Wait a minute, what is this?

Anson Drake appears from underneath the ring and gets into the ring. He waits for Madrox to turn around. Madrox walks backwards right into Drake but Madrox stops and gulps. Madrox turns around and sees Anson. Anson is now smiling at him as Madrox is now backing away. Anson punches him with a right hand as the ref calls for the bell.

Michaels: Now, I knew Anson wasn’t scared. He was just waiting for the right moment.

Lang: Damn cheap shot artist.

Anson whips Madrox into the ropes and gives him a 360 clotheslines as Anson just literally takes Madrox’s head off.

Michaels: Woah, Anson really wants to make a statement here tonight.

Lang: Meh.

Anson takes Madrox and throws him over the top rope and onto the floor. The ref starts his count but then, Anson goes to the top rope and nails Madrox with the Shoot Down onto the floor. Anson grabs Madrox and throws him into the steel steps. Anson grabs the steel chair from O’Hara and nails Madrox with it. Madrox is now screaming in pain. The ref warns Anson but Anson completing ignores the ref. Anson grabs Madrox and throws him back into the ring. Anson heads back into the ring as well and grabs Madrox and uses one of Madrox’s own moves, the Dark Armageddon on him.

Michaels: Damn, that’s the Dark Armageddon. Anson wants to humiliate Madrox as well.

Anson goes for the cover but the ref only gets a 2 count as Anson is now arguing with the ref about a slow count. Anson raises his right hand up in the air for so reason as the crowd cheers for Anson.

Lang: Wait a damn minute here. What is Anson doing?

Anson grabs Madrox and hooks him in position for a powerbomb but Anson suprises everyone as he uses the Ballistically Insane on Madrox. He does it perfectly as Madrox is on the mat unconscious.

Lang: Ok, now, I have seen it all.

Michaels: Well, I agree with you, Lang. I have.

Lang: Meh.

Anson goes for the cover again but Madrox just barely gets his shoulder up at the last second as Anson is now frustrated at the ref’s count. Anson picks up Madrox and makes me stand still. Anson goes over to the ref and ask for the time but when the ref goes the other way, Anson knocks him in the back of the head with a right hand.

Michaels: Why did he do that for?

Lang: Finally, someone hit that damn ref. It’s about time.

Anson drags Madrox to the center of the ring. Anson goes to the outside and goes to the top rope. He nails Madrox with a frog splash. He covers Madrox but with Anson knocks the ref out, he doesn’t get the win.

Michaels: Damn, if Anson didn’t hit the ref, he would have won this match.

Lang: Meh.

Anson goes to the ref to wake him up but meanwhile, Madrox gets up and grabs something from his tights.

Michaels: Oh, lookie. It’s brass knucks.

Madrox attempts to nail Anson with the knucks but Anson ducks and delivers a big boot to the face of Madrox. Anson grabs Madrox and hooks him for another powerbomb but no, he nails the Revolution is My Name. He covers Madrox as the ref goes over and makes the 3 count. The ref raises Anson’s hand in victory.

Jack O’Hara: The winner of this match, “The Revolution” Anson Drake!!!

Michaels: What a victory for Anson Drake. Madrox’s only defense was those brass knucks but Anson was ready for it.

Lang: Heh.

Stagehand: Wow, Terminator. It’s really good to have you back here in the WFW.

Terminator: I’m glad to be back, and this time it’s for good. While I was away, I still tried to catch every Uprising and pay per view. And I see there’s still not a shortage of idiots around here, like this jackass I saw, the British Bomber. He gets invited back to the WFW, only to go around attacking the I.C. Champion, Unforgiven from behind, like a little wuss.

(Bomber hears his name mentioned and walks closer, but so as to not be seen.)

Terminator: So me and Stacey here-

(Bomber comes up from behind and knocks Terminator down with a lead pipe. He beats on him some more as Stacey and the stagehand move out of the way.)

Bomber: You tell your little boyfriend there, that’s how you bloody hit someone from behind.

(Bomber collects himself and walks away as Stacey drops down to check on Terminator. The camera cuts back to the ring.)

Lang: That’s showing him who’s bloody boss!

Michaels: That was just deplorable. What a way for Terminator to be welcomed back.

O’Hara: Our next match is for one fall and is for the WFW Lightweight Title! First, coming to the ring, the challenger, weighing 191 pounds, from Aston Villa, England, ISABELLA “DEMONA” DRAKE!

(As the opening chords of "Prophecy" are slowly played. The lights dim, then are turned off. A sudden flare blazes throughout the ring and out walks Isabella Drake with the ever-present look of determination chiseled finely across her face. She walks down the aisle and rolls inside the ring, ready to go to work once more.)

O’Hara: And her opponent, weighing 190 lbs., from Dublin, Ireland, the current WFW Lightweight Champion, “The First Lady of the WFW” ATHENA!

(“New Disease” by Spineshank plays as red and white lights cover the stage and ring. A spotlight scans back and forth over the crowd as Athena’s WFW-tron begins to roll. Three sets of pyro, from the outside in, on each side of the stage go off as Izzy lurches forward readying herself for her opponent, but Athena doesn’t come out. A few seconds pass until from out of the crowd comes Athena, who slides into the ring behind Drake and nails her with a flying forearm to the back of the head. The music stops and the referee calls for the bell.)

Lang: It looks like Athena is taking a page out of Ravage’s book.

Michaels: What book is that? “50 Ways To Cheat and Deceive Your Opponent”?

(Athena kicks the fallen Izzy a couple of times and shouts at her to get up. With Izzy on her back, Athena bounces off the ropes and goes for a big splash, but Drake lifts her knees at the last second and catches Athena in the gut. Izzy gets to her feet while Athena lies there holding her abdomen. Drake reaches down and pulls Athena up by the hair. She hits a snap suplex that puts Athena right back on the mat. Izzy picks up Athena once more and whips her into the ropes, but Athena reverses it and sends Izzy into them. Athena powerslams Izzy to the mat and goes toward the corner. She climbs the ropes, stalls for a second, and then leaps off with an Athena Sault. Izzy moves out of the way and Athena lands of her face. Drake immediately drops down over Athena and tries to lock on the LTL. She only gets it on part of the way as Athena manages to pull herself over to grab the bottom rope. The ref steps in to tell Izzy to let go and she complies. She grabs Athena’s head and slams in onto the mat before standing up, though. Drake backs off and waits for Athena to get to her feet. When she does, Izzy closes in and delivers an uppercut, followed by a high knee. She grabs Athena and tosses her into the corner and back up. She runs at full speed and goes for a spear, but Athena hops up and Izzy crashes into the pole between the turnbuckles. Athena drops down, grabbing Izzy’s waist in the process and falls forward, going for a sunset pin. The ref counts, 1…2…kickout!

Michaels: Close one there!

Lang: Meh.

(Both ladies get to their feet again. Ixxy gives Athena a few slaps to the face before suplexing her to the mat. She then sits on top of her and start slapping at her face like mad. The referee grabs Izzy by the waist to get her to stop the illegal action. Izzy breaks free of the ref just as Athena begins to rise to her feet again. However, before she can fully rise, Izzy hooks her arms and delivers a DDT.)

Michaels: Ouch! That’s gotta hurt.

Izzy gets to her feet and starts stomping away at Athena again before picking her up. She then whips her into the ropes again, and has it reversed. Athena then executes a snap suplex and goes for the pin: 1…2…KICK OUT! Athena can’t believe it. She gets up again and forces Izzy up as well. Athena kicks Izzy in the stomach and goes for a piledriver, but she reverses it, flipping Athena over her back and into the mat. As Izzy fully comes to, she picks up Athena and delivers a leg hold suplex. As Athena’s face hits the mat the referee counts the pin: 1…2…3!!!!!

Michaels: Wow, what a finish to that one.

Lang: I’m somewhat impressed.

Jack O’Hera: The winner, and new WFW Women’s champion, Isabella Drake!

“Prophecy” hits the loudspeakers as Isabella has her hand raised in victory.

Micheals: Hold on. I think Craig Wallabee has managed to get someone backstage.

(The camera cuts to backstage where Craig Wallabee is standing by with Mr. Sandman. Sandman is already wearing his in-ring gear, with his arms folded and a disgusted look on his face.)

Wallabee: Craig Wallabee here, with one of the men vying for the WFW World Title tonight in the Triple Threat Match, Mr. Sandman. Sandman-

Sandman: That’s MR. Sandman to you, moron.

Wallabee: He he, Mr, Sandman, you have what many consider a tough road ahead of you tonight in your match for the WFW World Title. Chris Lancer *pop from the crowd* is the reigning World Champion and Revolution *pop from crowd* is considered by many the favorite to win the match.

Sandman: Who considers Revolution the favorite? You? All those idiots in the crowd? *boos from crowd* Please. What do they know? They think Jesse Ventura is a genius. And Chris Lancer. Who’s he? What’s he done lately? He’s just a paper champion keeping that belt warm until it goes around my gorgeous waist. I know you people here in Minnesota don’t have a lot of money, but if you’re betting on the match tonight, put your minimum-wage paychecks on Mr. Sandman. ‘Nuff said.

(Sandman shoves Wallabee back and walks away. The camera cuts back to the ring.)

O'Hara: Now making their way to the ring, Unforgiven & Bloodshed, THE LOST SOULS!

("Beat the World" by Pressure 4-5 plays as the fans cheer. Yet, neither Bloodhsed nor Unforgiven appear. Their music cuts off.)

O'Hara: Lets try this again: Making their way to the ring, Unforgiven & Bloodshed, THE LOST SOULS!

("Beat the World" by Pressure 4-5 plays once again as the camera pans to the entry area, yet once again neither Unforgiven nor Bloodshed appears. Suddenly, the music cuts off and suddenly "New Disease" by Spineshark plays as Ravage and Hades run into the ring. Hades grabs the microphone.)

Hades: I was told Bloodshed and Unforgiven have been detained, but if they can't make it to the ring by the ten count, we win the tag team titles!

(The fans begin to boo as the referee begins to count.)

Referee: 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10!

(The referee calls for the bell.)

O'Hara: Your winner and the new tag team champions, Hades and Ravage, THE FRANCHISE!

Lang: HAHA!

Michaels: That sucked ass!

Lang: Oh, shut up!

Michaels: The Lost Souls deserve a real shot. That was robbery! And they made it so far!

Jack O’Hara: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WFW Extreme Title. Coming to the ring first, the challenger, weighing in at 273 lbs, ANIMAL!

“The Wretched” by Nine Inch Nails hits as Animal comes out to the ring, clearly not himself. His face is beat red, and he is ver shaky. He stumbles down the entryway and to the steps leading to the ring. He climbs them, and slowly steps through the ropes.

Michaels: Ladies and gentlemen, the Animal is clearly not himself tonight. My reports show me that he has the flu and a temperature of a hundred and three.

Lang: Could be a looooong night for him then.

Michaels: Most likely, but we’ll have to wait and see.

Jack O’Hera: Coming to the ring next, his opponent and the WFW Extreme Champion, SHANE BRANDON!

“Revolution” by Neuratic Outsiders blasts on the PA system as the Extreme Champion comes down the ramp with his title draped over his shoulder. He taunts Animal excessivel, and the fans, clearly upset with his actions, proceed to boo him relentlessly. He ignores them and slides into the ring as the music fades.

Michaels: Let’s see if Brandon can take advantage of the situation and secure a victory.

The bell rings and the two men square off. Shane starts the match off big by spearing Animal into the mat. Animal is slow to get up, allowing Shane to get to his feet and start stomping away at his weary body. Shane then picks him up by the hair and throws him into the turnbuckle. As he speeds in for a follow up, Animal gets a foot up, and Shane runs right into it. He recovers quickly and hits Animal with several knees to the chest, followed by two face shots. Animal is no longer able to stand and falls against Shane, who shoves him into the mat again.

Michaels: Brandon is just getting started on Animal and already it’s as if he had been wrestling for days.

Lang: Brandon is just going to tear him apart, and that’ll be the end of it.

Brandon starts stomping away on Animal’s stomach again before forcing him to his feet. He attempts to whip Animal into the ropes, but he reverses it, and delivers a back elbow on the return. He staggers momentarily before picking up Brandon. He then attempts a suplex, but falls, Brandon landing on top of him. The referee immediately counts 1…2…KICK OUT! Brandon just gets the shoulder up. Brandon gets up and starts stomping away some more as the crowd starts a “YOU SUCK” chant. He then turns his attention away from Animal and starts screaming at the crowd, who just chant louder.

Lang: For God’s sake, quit messin’ with the fans and finish Animal already would ya?

Michaels: Seriously…

While Brandon is being harassed by the fans, Animal, slowly but surely gets to his feet again. He gets right behind Brandon and the fans cheer once again. When Brandon finally turns around, he is met by a sea of fists from Animal, sending him back into the ropes. Animal grabs his arm and whips him into the ropes. On the return, he hoists Brandon on his shoulders and executes a Samoan drop.

Michaels: Wow, considering his condition, Animal is really holding his own in this match.

Lang: Yeah, but he might have used all he had left on that last move.

Michaels: You may be right. Look, he isn’t getting up.

Brandon rolls out from under Animal, gets up, and grabs him by the head. He then whips him into the ropes and kicks him in the stomach on the return. He hoists Animal onto his shoulders and slams his head into the mat, his neck snapping from under it.

Michaels: Oh God! This cannot be good!

Lang: Animal isn’t moving, somebody get the EMTs out here, damnit!

As Animal lays motionless in the ring, the EMTs quickly make their way down the ramp and to the ring. Two of them slide in and delicately place Animal on the stretcher and put his neck in a brace.

Jack O’Hera: The winner of this match, by default, and still WFW Extreme Champion, SHANE BRANDON!

Michaels: By the looks of things, Animal is going to be out of comission for some time. Stay tuned for further details.

Jack O’Hara: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is an IRON MAN MATCH for the Intercontinental Championship. Coming to the ring first from Destin, Florida weighing in at 235 lbs, ADAM MASTERSON!

“Walk” by Pantera hits the arena sound system as Adam Masterson makes his way to the ring, greeted by a warm welcome from the fans. He throws his hands in the air, and they cheer some more. He slides into the ring and waits for Unforgiven.

Jack O’Hera: Coming to the ring next, the World Fantasy Wrestling INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, UNFORGIVEN!

The crowd erupts with cheers of approval as Unforgiven and his wife, Karina make their way to the ring. Holding hands in the entryway, Karina whispers in Unforgiven’s ear, gives him a light peck on the cheek, and heads for the back again. Unforgiven’s eyes now lock onto Adam Masterson, who stares right back. Unforgiven slides into the ring and heads for the nearest turnbuckle and steps onto the middle rope. He throws his title into the air as the crowd cheers once again. The music fades away as Masterson and Unforgiven lock eyes once again.

Michaels: For those of you at home who don’t know, and Iron Man Match is a match in which there is a sixty minute time limit. The match is no holds barred and whoever has the most pinfalls or submissions at the end of the sixy minute time limit wins the match.

Lang: I can’t wait to see this, it’s gonna be great!

Michaels: Yeah, you got that right. Both of these men are on the rise in WFW, and this match will play a huge part in deciding where they will go.

Lang: Nothing like seeing two guys beat on each other for an hour, is there?

Michaels: Nothing. Oh, the referee has just rung the bell, here we go!

Time Left: 60:00

Adam and Unforgiven circle around the ring for a moment before Adam ties him up and flings him into the ropes. Adam goes for a clothesline on the return but Unforgiven ducks out of the way. Unforgiven hits the ropes again, and Masterson goes for a dropkick, this time hitting Unforgiven square in the chest. The two men quickly rise to their feet and starting punching at each other, going blow for blow. Unforgiven being the bigger man is able to back Adam into the turnbuckle. He delivers several knees to his stomach, and tries to whip him into the other corner. Adam reverses the move, grabs Unforgiven’s arm, and meets him square with a clothesline. As Unforgiven hits the mat, Adam starts stomping away like a madman. He then picks him up by the hair and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex. He follows up that move with a Boston crab.

Lang: Unforgiven is getting his ass handed to him in this one.

Michaels: Adam’s going right to the submissions and trying to wear him out as quick as possible.

Unforgiven feels the effects of the move and starts wincing in pain. He pounds his fist on the mat, trying to gain momentum. He then screams and uses his hands to force his body up. This forces Masterson to break the hold.

Michaels: Unforgiven just overpowered Masterson on that exchange.

Lang: Danm Straight!

Adam gets to his feet in utter disbelief. He waits for Unforgiven to stagger to his feet, then delivers a dropkick to his left knee. He quickly gets to his feet yet again and delivers a DDT while Unforgiven nurses the knee. Masterson puts Unforgiven in an STF, further injuring the left knee. Unforgiven still refuses to give in, and Adam gets to his feet, grabs Unforgiven, and throws him into the turnbuckle again. Unforgiven hits it hard, and falls on his back. Masterson immediately steps through the ropes and onto the concrete. Once near the turnbuckle post, he grabs Unforgiven’s knee and slams it against it repeatedly. He then grabs Unforgiven’s other leg, and wraps it around for a figure four. Masterson’s entire body weight is now leaning on the injured knee of Unforgiven.

Michaels: Oh God, this cannot be good.

Lang: Ha ha! I love it!

The referee stands over Unforgiven, who appears to be fading ffast from the pain. No matter how hard he fights it, he just cannot seem to stay conscious. The referee lifts Unforgiven’s hand, and it falls.

Referee: 1!

He lifts it yet again, and it falls.

Referee: 2!

He lifts his hand one final time, and it just falls to the mat.

Referee: 3!! One point for Adam Masterson! Unforgiven has a minute to regain his senses!

Karina speedwalks to the ring, bottle of water in hand. She slides in the ring and eyes Masterson, who just stares back. She then takes the water and throws it on Unforgiven, who wakes up and starts breathing heavily.

Unforgiven: Okay, Okay. I’m up. Now, get out of here!

Time Left: 30:00

Unforgiven and Masterson are in the ring once again, and the score is the same. Masterson clotheslines Unforgiven, sending him to the mat. He then starts stomping away at Unforgiven’s back and neck area before picking him up again. Adam goes for a haymaker, but Unforgiven ducks and kicks him in the stomach. He looks around at the crowd, who cheer like mad, knowing what’s coming next.

Lang: Jesus, here he goes.

Michaels: Heh, Unforgiven is about to get a point of his own here folks.

Unforgiven turns around, grabs Masterson’s arms, and slams his face into the mat for The Impaler! He then rolls Masterson onto his back for the pin, and the referee counts 1…2…KICK OUT!!!!

Lang: WHAT???

Michaels: I…I don’t know what to say here.

Lang: Has anyone ever done that before?

Michaels: Not that I know of, no.

Unforgiven cannot believe it. He gets to his feet and starts stomping at Masterson like crazy. He picks up Masterson, who cannot lift his head and rests his hands on his knees. Unforgiven then delivers The depths of hell, sending Masterson crashing to the mat again. He covers Masterson for the pin, and the referee counts 1…2…KICK OUT YET AGAIN!

Michaels: What endurance my Adam Masterson!

Lang: The is just insane, simply insane.

Unforgiven, now obviously frustrated, grabs Masterson by the hair and attempts a powerbomb. However, Masterson grabs hold of his legs and sweeps him onto his back. He rabs both legs and twists him around, putting his knee in the small of the back of Unforgiven, who yells in pain. He tries for the ropes, but every time he gets close Masterson pulls him back to the center of the ring. Unforgiven has no choice to tap, and the referee rings the bell again.

Michaels: That’s two points for Adam Masterson, folks!

Lang: And if Unforgiven doesn’t get his act together, he’ll lose for sure.

Time Left: 15:00

Michaels: Okay folks, it’s coming down to the wire here. Masterson is still in the lead with a score of two, while Unforgiven has yet to score.

Lang: They have battled it out like crazy for the past 45 minutes, and frankly they don’t have much left in their tanks.

Unforgiven and Masterson are both on their feet. Unforgiven lands two punches to the face, sending the tired Masterson back into the ropes. Unforgiven grabs his arm and throws him into the ropes on the opposite side. On the return, they clothesline each other and both fall on their backs. The referee begins the ten count.

Lang: See? This is what I mean, they have nothing left.

1…Both men struggle to stand. 2…Unforgiven sits up and gets on one knee. 3…Adam rolls over on his stomach and pushes himself up. 4…He gets to his feet.

Michaels: Nah, they’ll be fine, I keep tellin’ ya, these guys are warriors.

Adam slwoly creeps over to Unforgiven and picks him up. He then grabs his arm and flings him into the turnbuckle. As Adam charges at him, he puts one leg up, and Adam meets his shoe with his face. Unforgiven then steps out of the corner and shoves Adam into it. He then hoists him onto the top rope and the crowd begins to erupt with cheers.

Michaels: Oh baby, here it comes….

Lang: What? What’s he doing?

Michaels: Can it!

Unforgiven signals to the crowd that a big move is coming by throwing his hands into the air. However, instead of doing the regular top rope chokeslam, he turns around, grabs Adam’s arms and jumps off the turnbuckle, taking Masterson with him. Masterson’s face hits the mat for a perfect top rope Beginning of the End!! He flips him onto his back, pins him, and the referee counts 1…2…3!!!!!!!

Michaels: Holy…

Lang: What in God’s name was that?

Michaels: I have no idea, I don’t believe we have ever seen something like that before!

Referee: The score is now Adam Masterson: 2, Unforgiven: 1. The match shall continue from this point!

Time Left: 03:00

Michaels: With just five minutes remaining, Adam Masteerson is still in the lead by one, and it appears as if he will become champion, but who really knows for sure?

Lang: We won’t know for sure until you shut your hole and call this thing!

Unforgiven and Adam are standing in the center of the ring once again. Adam grabs Unforgiven and delivers a suplex while holding onto his left leg. When Unforgiven hits the mat, Adam holds onto his leg for the cover. The referee counts 1…2…SHOULDER UP! Unforgiven lies there for a moment while Adam staggers to his feet. He picks up Unforgiven and starts punching away at his face. Unforgiven falls backwards and catches his neck on the bottom rope. Adam immediately stats stomping on his chest and neck area before picking him up again and throwing him into the turnbuckle. Adam delivers several knees to the stomach before Unforgiven staggers away. As Masterson attempts a bulldog, Unforgiven abruptly turns around and grabs his forearm and forces it forward, and as Masterson hits the mat, Unforgiven locks in the Devil’s grasp! The crowd erupts with cheers, and Masterson screams out in pain.

Michaels: Unforgiven is making a last ditch effort to tie this thing! This is it folks, will Masterson tap, or will he be able to withstand that massive amount of pain?

Lang: I can’t tell you how much I am enjoying this match! It’s great!

Unforgiven puts all his body weight and pressure onto the face and neck of Masterson, who is desperately trying to reach the ropes. The harder he fights it, the more pressure Unforgiven puts on him. Meanwhile, the referee is standing right next to the action in the event that Masterson does tap, but nothing is happening.

30 seconds remaining…

As the clock winds down, Adam is desperately trying to remain conscious, while Unforgiven wrenches his neck back, but no matter how hard he tries, Adam just won’t tap!

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…DING DING!

Michaels: My God, Adam Masterson has done it, he has beaten Unforgiven!

Lang: Not only that, but he is the IC Champ!

“Walk” blares on the speakers once again as Unforgiven stands and grabs the IC belt. He then goes to the body of Adam Masterson, and drapes it over his shoulders before leaving the arena.

(The camera cuts back to a dressing room where Hades, Athena, and Malice are talking.)

Hades: I knew it. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I held another title in my hands. This is truly a great night.

Athena: Um, excuse me. Hello? I don’t have my title anymore.

Hades: Yeah, well this makes up for it.

(The camera cuts to the hallway just outside of the room where Ravage is seen walking with Donna with his Tag Title in his hand.)

Ravage: Let me just stop in here for a second and then we can go celebrate.

(Ravage opens the door to the Syndicate dressing room and pops his head in.)

Ravage: Hey. I just wanted to let you guys know me and Donna are heading off to go celebrate alone. We’ll catch up to you later.

Athena: Ok. You guys have fun.

(Ravage pulls his head out of the door and starts to walk away, but then turns back around as if he had forgotten something. He starts to open the door again, when he overhears the others talking.)

Hades: Am I glad to hear that. If I had to spend another minute with Yoko Ono there, I would of pulled my hair out.

Malice: Yeah, I know what you mean. Can anyone one person be more annoying and self-absorbed.

Athena: Here’s hoping Ravage doesn’t actually marry that succubus.

(A look of pure hatred comes over Ravage’s face as he looks like he’s about to open the door, then changes his mind. He just walks off with Donna as Hades and the others continue talking about the pair. The camera cuts back to ringside.)

Lang: Athena called Donna a succubus!

Michaels: Its not what you think it is.

Lang: Damn. Anyways, it’s time for our main event.

O’Hara: Our final contest of the evening is a triple threat match for one fall, and is for the WFW WORLD TITLE! The first challenger, now coming to the ring, weighing in at 245 lbs., from Detroit, Michigan, MR.SANDMAN!

(“Enter Sandman” by Metallica cues up and the crowd responds with mostly ‘boos’. White smoke pours out of the entrance as Mr. Sandman’s WFW-tron video shows clips of his matches. A strobe light begins to flash on the stage as Mr. Sandman makes his way through the fog and glares at the audience before making his way down to the ring. He hops up onto the apron on one knee and looks out at the people once more before getting in the ring. He raises both fists high in the air, and then waits for the next opponent as the music dies out.)

O’Hara: And now the other challenger, coming to the ring at 290 lbs., from Boston, Massachusetts, REVOLUTION!

(“Uplift" by Pantera fills the arena, as the crowd gets on their feet. Kristi walks out of the isle way to a huge reception. She looks at the entryway, as Revolution walks out to another huge ovation. Red and white lights flash all over the arena as Revolution’s WFW-tron video plays on the large screen. Revolution motions for Kristi to go to the back, and she does…. hesitantly. Revolution walks down to the ring and uses the steps to get in. He hops up on a set of turnbuckles, only to get showered with cheers from the fans. When Rev hops down, he and Sandman stare at each other in disgust while “Uplift” dies out.)

O’Hara: And now. Their opponent, coming to the ring weighing in at 267 lbs, from San Diego, the WFW World Champion, CHRIS LANCER!

(The cameras spin around the arena as the lights dim. The lights begin to flicker on and off as "It's Goin Down" by the X-ecutioners featuring Linkin Park hits the speakers and the crowd erupts into cheers. Smoke fills out of the entrance way and Chris Lancer steps out and stands at the top of the ramp. He takes a sip from his bottle of water and throws it behind him while looking at the fans. He slides under the bottom rope and hops to his feet. Lancer walks over to the corner on the opposite side of the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle. He raises his arms into the air as thousands of flashes appear from the audience. Pyro shoots from the two turnbuckles on his left and right side, into the rafters. A single spotlight shines on Lancer for a few seconds before the lights go back to normal and the music slowly fades.)

Michaels: Now is the moment we’ve been waiting all night for ladies and gentlemen.

Lang: Did you see the way Mr. Sandman and Revolution were looking at each other while Lancer came to the ring?

Michaels: Yeah, I thought they were going to start fighting right then.

(The referee calls for the bell to get the action under way. Revolution and Sandman waste no time in going after each other. They trade furiously trades punches as Lancer looks on. Rev gets the upper hand and clotheslines Sandman to the mat. He turns his attention to Chris. They get into a quick collar-and-elbow tie up that becomes Revolution’s advantage. He drives a knee into Lancer’s chest and goes to Irish whip him into the ropes; Lancer reverses it and sends Rev into the ropes instead. Chris hits Revolution with a back elbow that’s downs him. Sandman gets up and rushes over, driving Lancer into the corner. He backs off and delivers a big chop to Chris’s chest. Sandman then straddles the second set of ropes around Lancer and brings down a punch to his forehead. He looks up and trades verbal insults with some crowd members, giving Lancer time to powerbomb Sandman to the canvas. Lancer promptly hops up on the same set of ropes and drops a leg across Sandman’s chest. When Lancer gets up again, Revolution grabs him from behind and spins him around. Once they’re facing each other, Rev kicks him in the gut and drops a double-axe handle across his back. He then stands over Chris and squats down, putting his hands under his chin. He pulls back with a Boston crab, trying to get the tap. The ref checks for it, but Lancer says ‘no’ the best he can. Meanwhile, Sandman gets up and kicks the back of Revolution’s head forcing him to let go.)

Michaels: That was close! Revolution might have had Lancer tap right there before Sandman kicked him off.

Lang: Yeah, well he did and that’s what’s important. Sandman is the smartest man in that ring right now.

(Revolution gets up and as he turns around Sandman dropkicks him right out of the ring! As Revolution goes crashing to the floor, Sandman turns his attention toward Lancer. He stomps him a couple of times before reaching down and pulling him to his feet. He leans Chris against the ropes and then whips him in the other direction. Sandman drops to his stomach and Lancer hops over him and bounces off the other ropes. Sandman quickly gets up and hits Lancer with a flying forearm. He quickly moves over and starts dropping fist after fist onto Lancer’s forehead. Sandman then walks over and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle. As he stands up on the top turnbuckle Revolution makes his way up behind him and shoves him off, onto the mat. Now Rev climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and turns around. He leaps off, going for a Bloodline on Lancer, but Chris rolls out of the way. With Sandman and Revolution both lying on the mat hurting, Lancer makes it to his feet. He pulls Sandman up to his knees, then grabs him around the waist, piledriving him right back down. He sees Revolution starting to stir, so he hops up onto the second turnbuckle behind him. Revolution stands up and turns around, only to get hit with a Silencer X. Lancer walks over and picks Sandman up and tosses him out of the ring. He then walks around the ring waiting for Revolution to get up. When he does, Lancer goes for a side kick, but Revolution catches his foot. Lancer converts it into an enzhiguri before Revolution can decide what to do. Chris flips Rev over and goes for the pin; the ref counts, 1…2…Sandman grabs Lancre’s foot from outside the ring and pulls him off.)

Lang: Told you. Right there. Smartest man. He took a breather and came back when it mattered.

Michaels: He was almost the latest man.

(Sandman hops up on the apron as Lancer gets up and turns around to face him. Sandman grabs Chris’s head and hits him with a stun gun that sends him reeling backward. Sandman rolls back into the ring and delivers a forearm to Lancer’s back that pushes him into the ropes. As he bounces back, Sandman locks in the Nighty-Night Sleeper, then coverts it into a Nighty-Night Suplex. While that’s going on, Revolution gets himself off the mat and makes his way over to the other two. Sandman gets up in time to deliver a European uppercut to Rev than briefly stuns him. Sandman grabs Revolution’s head and runs toward the corner, hitting a picturesque acid drop on him. Sandman goes for the pin on Revolution; the ref counts, 1…Lancer dives over with a double axe-handle to Sandman’s back to break up the count. Furious, Sandman gets up and Stomps away at the worn-looking Lancer. He picks him up and executes a modified backbreaker. Sandman then locks on an armbar, then releases it, allowing him to kick Lancer right out of the ring. Lancer drops to the padded floor outside the ring with a thud. Sandman then gets up and goes over to Revolution, who’s just getting to his feet. He rushes behind him and tries to apply the Nighty-Night Sleeper on him, but Rev throws an elbow back that catches Sandman in the mouth. Revolution turns around and pushes Sandman against the ropes with one hand, and chops away at his chest with the other. He grabs Sandman by the wrist and whips him into the near corner. Sandman bounces off hard and as he comes closer, Revolution hits him with The Trendkill! He then picks up the groggy Sandman and lifts him onto his shoulders. He swings him forward and drops him with a Deathrattle! Revolution gets up and points down at the k.o.’d Sandman and talks trash to his seemingly unconscious body. Just then Lancer slides back into the ring and walks up behind Revolution. He spins him around and drops him with the Final IMPACT! All three men way near lifeless on the canvas.)

Michaels: All three men are out cold! This match has definitely lived up to its hype.

Lang: It would’ve been better if The Syndicate were involved somehow.

(All three participants lay there, for seems like forever until Lancer is the first to shows signs of consciousness. He slowly starts to get up just as Sandman shakes his head. He too slowly, but surely gets to his feet. He staggers over and goes to punch Lancer, but much to his surprise, Chris swats his fist away as he’s up on one knee. Sandman tries for another punch, but gets the same result, only this time Lancer gets to his feet. Lancer then gets a head of steam and runs at Sandman, clotheslining him against the ropes so hard, that they both tumble out of the ring. Lancer untangles himself from Sandman and bends over to pick him up, but Sandman hits him with a low blow as the referee comes over and starts to count both men out, 1…2…3. Sandman gets to his feet and rams Lancer head on the part of the barricade that surrounds the ring. He follows up with a neckbreaker while the ref keeps counting, 4…5…6. Sandman picks Lancer’s beaten body up and drops it across the barricade once more before climbing up on the apron. He raises his fists up in the air and nods his head as he looks down at Lancer. Just as he’s about to leap and finish Lancer off for good, Revolution comes up behind him and grabs him by the head. Sandman looks totally shocked as Rev yanks him over the top rope, slamming him hard on his back. The fans cheer even louder when Revolution lurches forward, waiting for Sandman to get to his feet. As soon as he does, Revolution lifts him onto his shoulders once again. He swings him forward and drops him with a second Deathrattle! He leans forward and grabs Sandman’s leg as he goes for the pin. The ref drops to count as Lancer slowly gets to the apron. The referee starts to count, 1…Lancer starts to gets in the ring…2…3! Lancer tries to make a diving attempt to break up the count but it is too late. The ref signals for the bell.)

O’Hara: The winner of this match, and New WFW World Champion, REVOLUTION!

Michaels: We have a new king in town!

Lang: I’m so overjoyed. Whoo. Revolution’s won’t have that belt for long.

(The camera cuts backstage into a dressing room where the members of The Underground were watching the match on a tv. They all start heading out of the room as the camera goes back to the ring where the referee is handing Revolution the World Title. He drops to his knee and holds the belt to his chest with both arms as “Uplift” plays throughout the arena. Seconds later, the members of The Underground coming walking down the ramp and get into the ring. They all look happy for Rev as they help him celebrate the victory. Kristi drops down onto her knees in front of Revolution and gives his a big kiss and hugs him while the others look on. The camera then cuts back over to the announce table.)

Michaels: What a night this has been, Jimmy. We’ve seen six titles change hands and seven amazing matches.

Lang: The Underground looks to be the supreme power in the WFW now that they have both the Intercontinental Title and the World Title. But I’m sure The Syndicate and even operation: Mayhem will have something to say about that on WFW Uprising.

Michaels: Tune in next week to see what happens as the WFW starts to celebrate its one year anniversary. I’m Joey Michaels and for Jimmy Lang, thank you and good night!

(The camera cuts back to the celebration in the ring before it fades to black.)