(The WFW logo flashes across the screen a few times, then gives way to a helicopter shot high overhead the Hawaiian Islands. As it flies over a volcano, the camera suddenly zooms down into the mouth of the volcano and it erupts, spewing lava everywhere. The lava "freezes", then forms the graphic of the Hell Frozen Over logo as "Lets Go To War" by The Murderdolls plays in the background. Cut to a live shot inside the arena as multi-colored pyrotechnics fly from over top of the ring and land on the stage with explosion after explosion. The camera pans the raucous crowd as the words, "Live from Stan Sheriff Staduim in Honolulu, Hawaii" are superimposed across the bottom of the screen. The camera stops when it gets to the announce table, where Joey Michaels and Jimmy Lang are joined by a very attractive, young Hawaiian woman.)
Michaels: ALOHA, ladies and gentlemen! Joey Michaels here, with my partner Jimmy Lang to bring you WFW: Hell Frozen Over live tonight from the 50th state, Hawaii! Jimmy, why don't you tell everyone who our lovely guest is?
Lang: Sure thing, Joey. This gorgeous creature to my right is our personal Hawaiian ambassador, Karen Yawannalaymee.
Karen: Aloha.
Lang: Watch this, Joey. I'm going to speak to Karen is her language. *turns to Karen* Karen, ah salaam malekum, mecka-lecka-hi-mecka-lecka-hinee-ho.
(Karen looks bewildered at Jimmy's gibberish.)
Michaels: Hawaiian people speak English, like you and me, you dolt!
Lang: *unfazed* Hey, Joey, you know what else? Karen said later tonight, she's gonna give me some poi! I think we both know what that means…
Michaels: Yeah…poi is a traditional Hawaiian dish made out of taro root paste.
Lang: So, its not-
Michaels: No.
Lang: Are you sure?
Michaels: Yes; I'm sure.
Lang: …Oh…well, Karen, it was mice of you to join us. We'll have to "raincheck" that poi. See you-
Karen: *upset* But you said if I gave you some poi, I could sit with you at ringside.
Lang: Sorry, no can do. We've, uh, gotta a lot of business to attend to. Hit the bricks.
(Jimmy forcibly pushes Karen away, off-camera.)
Michaels: Folks, we have one hell of a show for you, so let's get right to the action.
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Match
1: Chris Neptune (c ) vs. DreamMaker vs. Sofal Higo vs. Bryan Deas(Last Man Standing Match-Extreme Title)
O'Hara: Our first match of the evening is a Last Man Standing Match for the WFW Extreme Title. The first challenger coming to the ring, from Slumberland, weighing in at 221 lbs., DREAMMAKER!!!
(The lights in the arena dim and "Dream On" by Depeche Mode" begins to play. Fog pours out of the entranceway, while the WFW-tron shows DreamMaker's video montage. Moments later, DreamMaker wades through the fog and walks out onto the entrance, with a kendo stick in his hand. He looks around, then makes his way to the ring, where he slides under the bottom rope. He paces around the ring while giving the crowd a wild-eyed look.)
O'Hara: Next, coming to the ring, from parts unknown, weighing in at 248 lbs., SOFAL HIGO!!!
("Hollow Life" by Korn begins to play and the crowd gets to their feet to get a glimpse of this wrestler. Sofal makes his way through the curtain and steps out onto the stage, carrying a steel chair. He only pauses for a second before walking down the ramp and rolling into the ring without any fanfare. He looks at DreamMaker and checks his chair as his music fades.)
O'Hara: Now, coming to the ring, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 275 lbs., "BALLISTIC" BRYAN DEAS!!!
("Whatever" by Our Lady of Peace begins to play and Bryan gets a decent amount of applause. He walks out onto the stage, with his eyes only focused on the ring. He raises a fist above his head and mouths something while he holds his trademark baseball bat in the other hand. He then walks down the ramp and uses the steel steps to enter the ring. He raises his bat into the air and shouts while getting another decent applause from the crowd.)
O'Hara: Now, coming to the ring, from Savannah, Georgia, weighing in at 286 lbs., the current WFW Extreme Champion, CHRIS NEPTUNE!!!
("Soil" by Black 7 starts blaring over the PA system and the lights begin to flicker. Chris Neptune walks out onto the soundstage and he is illuminated by black lights as strobes pulsate over the crowd. He raises his belt above his head and the crowd boos heavily. He walks down to the ring and jumps up onto the apron. He hops over the top rope and bounces around a couple of times to loosen up.)
Lang: Now this is how a pay per view should be started! Joey, why don't you explain the rules of this Last Man Standing Match to the folks at home?
Michaels: I'd be happy to, Jimmy. Its quite simple, its just your standard hardcore rules type of match except its going to keep going on all night, all over the arena…hell, it could go all over the island for all we know! But anyway, the last man to pin or make the current titleholder submit before tonight's main event is our Extreme Champion.
(The bell rings to start the match and DreamMaker rushes at Chris and tries to hit him with the kendo stick, but Chris blocks it with his belt. On the opposite side of the ring, Sofal runs at Bryan with the chair, but BBD back-body drops him over his head, and out of the ring. Bryan raises his baseball bat in a celebration of cockiness, but Sofal lands on the apron, not the floor. While Bryan celebrates, Sofal wraps the steel chair over the top of Bryan's head, dropping him instantly! Sofal hops off the apron and pulls Bryan out of the ring by his ankles. Every time DreamMaker tries to hit Chris with the kendo stick, he keeps blocking it with his title. Chris waits for an opening and clocks DreamMaker with the belt, knocking him to the mat.)
Lang: Totally legal; totally legal in this kinda match.
(Chris drops his belt and picks DreamMaker up and hits him with a snap suplex onto the Extreme Title. He rolls through for the pin; the ref goes to count, but DreamMaker reverses it into a pin of his own. The ref counts, 1…2…3! Before the ref can raise DreamMaker's hand, he snatches up the Extreme Title and rolls out of the ring.)
Michaels: If DreamMaker can hold onto that belt for the next hour of so, he'll be the new champ.
Lang: Easier said than done. Come on, Chris; get up and get him!
(Chris quickly gets to his feet and sees DreamMaker carrying the belt around the ring, toward the ramp. He runs toward that side of the ring to cut him off and baseball slides out of the ring, right in front of where Sofal and BBD are battling. Chris bumps Bryan incidentally as he tries to gets past him, right after Bryan knocks Sofal down with a punch. Bryan then turns his focus to Chris as DreamMaker slips past them and runs up the ramp. Bryan lifts Chris over his head, gorilla press style, and tosses him onto the barricade. He moves in for more punishment as Sofal looks at then, then up the ramp as DreamMaker runs past the curtain, holding the belt close to his chest. Sofal sprints up the ramp after him.)
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Match
2: Nero Solomon vs. Mark Johnson
O'Hara: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Smithville, North Carolina, weighing in at 212 lbs, here comes Nero Solomon!!!
{"Alone I Break" by Korn hits as Nero Solomon comes to the ring with a lot of boos from the crowd and awaits his opponent.}
O'Hara: Now, introducing his opponent, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 285 lbs, here comes one half of the Wrecking Crew! I introduce to you Mark "Madd Dawg" Johnson!!!
{"South Texas Deathride" by Union Underground hits as Mark Johnson starts raising towards the ring as Nero meets him head on and the ref calls for the bell for the match to get underway. Nero tries to start off with fists of fury but Johnson is too stubborn for that so he just nails Nero with a lariat which knocks him over the top rope and onto the arena floor. Nero attempts to gain a breather but Johnson will not let that happen and throws him back into the ring.}
Michaels: Whoa, Johnson is on a rage of destruction here. He is here to make a statement at Hell Frozen Over tonight!
Lang: Heh.
{Johnson waits for Nero to get up and as Johnson attempts another clothesline but as Johnson charges towards him, Nero pulls the referee in harms way and both the ref and Nero go down.}
Michaels: What a stupid thing to do.
Lang: It's called strategy; look it up.
{With Nero down, Johnson calls someone from the back but while he is waiting, Theodoric Solomon comes from the crowd and tries to attack Johnson but Johnson nails Theodoric with a low blow kick and then spots Theodoric and throws him over the top rope. Johnson then goes back to work on Nero. Then, Theodoric grabs a steel chair and attempts to get back into the ring and he nails Johnson with the chair and exits the ring.}
Michaels: Don't tell me that Nero is going to win this way.
{Nero goes for the cover. 1..2...and no, Johnson kicks out at the last second. Theodoric tries to get on the apron again but the ref stops him.}
Michaels: Hey! Get that fool off the apron.
{Theodoric holds the chair so that Nero can whip Johnson into it. Nero whips Johnson into the chair but Johnson reverses it and Nero gets hit with the chair then Johnson clotheslines Theodoric off the apron and onto the floor. This prompts "Ballistic" Bryan Deas to come down to the ring and he attacks Theodoric attempting him not to interfere in the match.}
Lang: Hey, get that fool out of here! He has no reason to be out here.
Michaels: Neither did Theodoric!
{With both Theodoric and Bryan fighting on the outside, Johnson grabs Nero and executes the Texas Deathride. The ref then attempts to separate Theodoric and Bryan. The ref sends both Bryan and Theodoric back to the locker room but not before Theodoric throws a chair into the ring. Johnson sees the chair and attempts to hit Nero with it but when Johnson swings, Nero ducks and nails Johnson with the Fallen Star but at the same time, Johnson hits the steel chair onto Nero. The ref just turns back around just in time and calls for the bell.}
Michaels: What just happened?
Lang: I don't know. Let's go to O'Hara for the official word.
O'Hara: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a disqualification, Nero Solomon!!!
{A bunch of boos is heard after O'Hara's announcement.}
Michaels: What a robbery. If it wasn't for Theodoric and the steel chair, Johnson would have won.
Lang: What are you talking about? Johnson used the chair and got caught; it serves him right. Damn Texans!!!
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Match
3: "The Dark Messiah" Scotty Phillips vs. Adam Masterson
O'Hara: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Pensacola, Florida, weighing 232 lbs, here comes Adam Masterson!
{"Hell's Bells" by AC/DC hits as Adam Masterson makes his way to the ring and awaits his opponent.}
O'Hara: Now introducing his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 245 lbs, here is Scotty Phillips!!!
{"Drop the Bombshell" by Powerman 5000 hits as Scotty Phillips music hits but no Phillips. Fans await his arrival and then, they play the music but no Phillips. Then, Masterson grabs the microphone and speaks.}
Adam Masterson: It seems that Mr. Phillips refuses to show up for the match so I guess he don't want the IC Title shot so referee, raise my hand....
{"Drop the Bombshell" by Powerman 5000 hits again but the lights go out for a second then they come back on with Phillips right behind Masterson. The crowd is telling Masterson to tell around and when he does, Phillips nails Masterson in the head with a steel chair. The ref calls for the bell.}
Michaels and Lang: WHAT THE HELL!
Scotty Phillips: Woah, just a minute here. Before you hand Masterson's hand, just let me point out that the match didn't start cause the bell didn't ring so ring the bell and start the damn match.
{The ref looks at Phillips and orders the timekeeper to ring the bell and the match is underway.}
Michaels: What a call by the referee. Masterson should be the winner.
Lang: No, cause Phillips is right. The match didn't start yet so let's go with the match.
{Masterson is having trouble getting up from the title shot from Phillips but Phillips is letting Masterson get up but Phillips kicks Masterson in the ribs and laughs.}
Michaels: I thought that Phillips would have some passion for Masterson but I guess not.
Lang: Meh.
{Phillips grabs Masterson and throws him over the top rope. Phillips goes in after him and throws him into the steel steps.}
Michaels: Ouch, thats gotta leave a mark.
{Phillips throws Masterson back into the ring and makes a cover. 1..2...no, Masterson kicks out. Phillips awaits for Masterson to get up and then, he nails Masterson with the Iconizer. He goes for the cover again. 1..2...and no, Masterson kicks out!}
Michaels: Masterson is showing his "never say die" attitude. I guess he wants to win this match so bad.
Lang: Meh.
{Phillips is thinking on what to do to defeat Masterson. Phillips grabs Masterson and attempts to execute the Reign of Destruction but Masterson reverses it into a Cranial Crusher. Both men are down.}
Michaels: Desperation move by Masterson!
Lang: Heh.
Michaels: Is that all you can say?
Lang: Blargh.
{Both men get back up and Phillips tries to nail Masterson with a right hand but Masterson blocks it and nails him with his own. Masterson comes back with fists of fire. Masterson whips Phillips into the ropes and nails a back drop on him. Then, Masterson comes off the ropes and nails Phillips with a bionic elbow drop. Masterson then pulls Phillips to the center of the ring. Masterson then goes to the top rope to do an aerial move.}
Michaels: This is strange. We have never seen Masterson do an high rise move like this.
Lang: Yeah. What the hell is he doing?
{Masterson stands on the top rope pointing to the ceiling and then nails Phillips with a Frog Splash.}
Michaels: FROG SPLASH! FROG SPLASH! FROG SPLASH!
{Masterson goes for the cover. 1...2.....and no, Phillips kicks out at the last second and the crowd can not believe it.}
Michaels: I just don't believe it.
Lang: Believe it. Phillips is not a quitter.
Michaels: Wait a minute. What the hell?
{While Masterson is arguing with the referee, Phillips pulls a pair of brass knuckles out of his tights and attempts to hide them from the referee. Then, Phillips just stays motionless while Masterson pulls Phillips by the hair and then, Phillips nails him with the brass knuckles when the referee wasn't looking and then, Phillips puts the brass knuckles back into his tights.}
Michaels: Hey ref! He used a foreign object.
Lang: He can't hear you. Idiot.
{With Masterson down and out, Phillips executes the Last Rites onto Masterson then Phillips goes for the cover. The ref makes the count of 3 and raises Phillips hand in victory.}
O'Hara: The winner of this match, Scotty Phillips!!!
Michaels: This is not right! Phillips had to cheat to win.
Lang: Well, like it or not, Scotty Phillips won and will receive a shot at the WFW IC Belt.
Segment:
"The Saga Continues" f. DreamMaker, Sofal Higo, Bryan Deas, Mark Johnson, & Chris Neptune
(Cut to a shot in the back, where DreamMaker looks around, even turning around to look behind him. He then relaxes a bit when he sees none of his opponents. Somewhat out-of-breath, he looks at the Extreme Title and smiles as he continues to walk.)
DreamMaker: Whew. I didn't think it was going to be this easy. Now if I can just-
(In the background, Sofal can be seen coming into the picture. He sees DreamMaker, then looks around. He picks up a nearby trashcan and runs at DreamMaker, smashing the trashcan over his head and causing him to fall to the floor and drop the belt. Sofal drops down and waves the referee over. He goes for the pin; 1…2…3! Sofal reaches over and grabs the belt. He gets up and the ref raises his hand. Sofal runs off down the hallway, and the camera follows him. He pushes his way past various arena staffers and makes his way out into the parking facility, where a car is waiting for him, complete with chauffeur.)
Michaels: Looks like Sofal had a contingency plan for if he ever got the title.
Lang: If he gets out of here, there's no way any of the three other guys will be able to get him!
(Sofal dives into the opened back of the car and pulls the door closed.)
Sofal: Step on it; get out of here!
(Cut to another view from the entrance/exit to the parking facility. Right as Sofal's car is about to get out, another cars careens into position to block his path! Sofal angrily gets out of the car and slams the door closed. He walks up to the driver's side of the car blocking his path and beats on the tinted window.)
Sofal: What the hell are you doing?! Get out of my way, moron!
(The window rolls down and Sofal bends down and looks in. As he does the passenger side door opens and out steps "Madd Dawg" Mark Johnson. The fans cheer. Mark directs Sofal's attention behind him. Sofal looks a bit confused, but when he turns around, Bryan is right there and he hits him with a big boot! Bryan picks Sofal back up and grabs him around the neck. He sends Sofal onto the hood of his getaway car with a Simply Ballistic {Chokeslam From Hell}! Bryan gets up onto the hood and goes for the pin; the ref counts, 1…2…3! Bryan rolls off the hood and briefly celebrates.)
Bryan: Whoo-hoo! I did it! I'm the new Extreme Champion!
Mark: Hurry up and grab the belt, so we can get out of here!
Bryan: Ok, ok. Start the car back up.
(Mark slips back in the car and has trouble starting the car up as Bryan makes his way to the backseat of Sofal's car. He gets in and grabs the belt, then backs out of the vehicle. He turns around, right into Chris Neptune! Chris gives BBD a punch, then grabs his head and slams into against the car. He keeps a hold of his head and sends it through the backseat window! Chris pulls the bloodied Bryan back out, then drop him to the ground. He goes for the pin; the ref counts, 1…2…3! He reaches down and pulls the belt out of Bryan's hands and stumbles back toward the arena. Mark hops out of the car and checks on BBD.)
Michaels: Good gravy! He sent Bryan's head right through that window!
Lang: And he's got the belt back. Haha!
Match
4: Theodoric Solomon (c ) vs. Wolverine{No DQ Match-Lightweight Title}
O'Hara: Our next bout is scheduled for one fall and is a No Disqualification Match for the WFW Lightweight Title! First, coming to the ring, the challenger, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 220 lbs., WOLVERINE!!!
("Zerospace" by The Kidneythieves begins to play and the fans get on their feet and look toward the stage. The darkened arena is doused with red and white lights and the WFW-tron shows a Canadian-tinged video as Wolverine step out onto the stage and walks down the ramp without a moment's hesitation. He gets a mixed reaction from the fans, though more cheers than boos. Wolverine stomps up the steps and climbs into the ring. He checks the tape around his wrists as the music fades.)
O'Hara: And his opponent, coming to the ring, from Smithville, North Carolina, weighing in at 175 lbs., being accompanied to the ring by Mika, the WFW Lightweight Champion "THE RULER" THEODORIC SOLOMON!!!
("Penetrate" by Godhead hits on the arena's speaker system as the lights fade, and Theodoric Solomon comes out arm-in-arm with Mika, his video playing behind them. The fans greet their champion with a barrage of 'boos' and hisses. As they walk down the ramp, Theo actively taunts them, and they react by 'booing' louder. He slides into the ring, stands up, and stands on the second rope and taunts the crowd some more. He takes off his belt and taunts Wolverine with it, then points to Mika and smiles.)
Michaels: This might be the most hatred-filled, intense rivalry in the WFW over the past few months.
Lang: And its been all over to things, the Lightweight Title and that pretty little filly in the corner over there, Mika.
Michaels: Ugh. She might be pretty, but don't let that fool you. She can be just as evil and vindictive as anyone in this building.
(The bell rings and the two men circle each other. A quick elbow-and-forearm lockup turns into a side headlock by Wolverine, much to the delight of the fans. Theodoric hits Wolverine with a few rabbit punches in his side to break the hold. Theodoric then Irish whips Wolverine into the ropes. Wolvie bounces back and kicks the bent over Theodoric square in the chest. As Theodoric holds his chest and stumbles a bit, Wolverine grabs his wrist and whips him into the ropes. He hits Theodoric with a spinning powerslam upon his return. He gets up and pulls Theodoric to his feet. Wolverine drops Theodoric with a snap suplex, but keeps a hold on him. He gets both of them back to their feet and hits another snap suplex. He gets them up once more and hits a third snap suplex, then rolls through for the pin; the ref counts, 1…2…Theodoric puts his leg on the bottom rope and the ref sees it.)
Lang: Good move by the champ.
(Wolverine gets up and kindly instructs the referee on how to make the count. He turns back and reaches down, lifting Theodoric to his knees. Theodoric reaches up and pokes Wolverine in the eyes, disorientating him. Theodoric gets up to his feet, leans against the ropes, and hits Wolverine with a low dropkick to Wolverine's legs, taking them out from underneath him. Theodoric moves over and begins pounding the back of Wolverine's head with forearm after forearm. Theodoric gets up and looks out at the booing fans with a vicious look on his face. He pulls Wolverine to his feet, but Wolverine shoves his hand away. Wolvie Irish whips Theodoric toward the corner, but Theodoric jumps up on the top turnbuckle and jumps back, hitting the pursuing Wolverine with a Doomsday Deathdrop {corkscrew moonsault}! Both men scramble to their feet, with Theodoric getting up first, He Irish whips Wolverine into the ropes, then drops to his belly, allowing Wolverine to hops over him and bounce off the opposite ropes. Theodoric gets up and goes for a dropkick, but Wolvie holds onto the ropes, making Theodoric to hit nothing but air. Theodoric gets back up, Wolverine steps forward and hits him with a front dropkick.)
Michaels: Wolverine is taking his time and not allowing himself to make any crucial mistakes in this match.
Lang: Oh, he'll make a mistake. I guarantee it; he always does. That's why he's not the Lightweight Champion any more.
Michaels: Point taken, but learning from your past mistakes is just as important as avoiding new ones.
Lang: Bah humbug.
(Both wrestlers get up and Wolverine hits Theodoric with a floating superkick! He then wastes no time in grabbing Theodoric's legs and flipping him over, puts him in the Maple Leaf Lock {Sharpshooter}! The ref checks for the tap, but Theodoric shakes his head 'no'. Meanwhile, Mika rushes around the ring and picks up a steel chair. She slides into the ring and standing in front of Wolverine, she hits him over the head with the chair! It doesn't seem to affect him much, as he just drops Theodoric's legs and stares at a shocked Mika with bulged eyes. He walks forward, backing her up. She drops and gets out of the ring and he follows her. They run all the way around the ring, then Mika gets back in the ring; where Theodoric is now back on his feet. Wolverine gets in the ring and looks at both Mika and Theodoric; both are standing side-by-side, trying to decide whom to attack. He goes to punch Theodoric, but Theodoric pulls Mika in front of him, causing Wolverine to hit her instead!)
Michaels: Oh, just when I thought Theodoric couldn't sink any lower…
Lang: I'm sure he thought that Wolverine wouldn't hit Mika.
(Mika drops down to the mat and Wolverine looks somewhat surprised at what he's done. Theodoric slowly reaches down and picks up the steel chair. He goes to hit Wolverine with it, but Wolvie catches the chair in his hands! He yanks the chair away and blasts Theodoric with it, sending him down to the mat in a lump. He picks Theodoric up again in a reverse front headlock position and pauses, looking down at Theo in disgust as the fans cheer. He then hits him with the Buzz Killer {The Final Cut} and goes for the pin; the ref counts, 1…2…3! The bell rings and the fans cheer louder.)
O'Hara: Winner of this match, and NEW WFW Lightweight Champion, WOLVERINE!!!
Lang: He used a chair!
Michaels: This was a No DQ Match; remember?
Lang: Guh…
Michaels: Serves Theodoric right anyway.
(As "Zerospace" starts back up and the ref hands Wolverine the title, he walks over and checks on Mika, who's starting to regain consciousness. He sits Mika up and talks to her as Theodoric shakes off the affects of the chair shot and slowly gets to his feet. The fans try to warn Wolverine as Theodoric picks the chair up and rushes over, bringing it down across Wolverine's back of the head, sending Wolverine into Mika! Theodoric hits Wolverine across the back with the chair again. He then drops the chair down on the mat and grabs Wolverine's left leg, sliding out of the near side of the ring. He keeps a hold on Wolverine's ankle as he lifts up the apron and eventually pulls out another steel chair. He puts the chair over Wolverine's left ankle and wedges it under the bottom rope. He picks up the chair and measures up his shot as Mika pleads with him to stop.)
Michaels: Talk about a bad loser. Come on; this isn't necessary. Mika doesn't even want him to do it. This could end his career.
(Mika even gets out of the ring and stands in front of Theodoric, imploring him to change his mind. Theodoric shakes his head and pushes Mika out of the way. He lifts the chair up and brings it down on the other chair in a way that it could possibly break Wolverine's ankle! Wolverine screams out in agony and pulls his leg close to him, holding it against his chest. Theodoric begins to walk away, but then notices Mika isn't with him. He turns around and tells her to follow him. She just stands there, and he disgustedly waves her off and walks up the ramp. Mika slides into the ring and checks on Wolverine's leg as EMT's come rushing into the ring.)
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Match
5: Angel of Hate (C ) vs. "The
Master of Pain" Hades {Regular Match-IC Title}
O'Hara: Our next bout is scheduled for one fall and is for the WFW Intercontinental Title! First, coming to the ring, the challenger, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 290 lbs., "THE MASTER OF PAIN" HADES!!!
("Death Skin Mask" by Slayer begins as Hades makes his way from the back. He has this smirk on his face as the crowd begins booing loudly. Hades struts down to the ring as O'Hara continues.)
O'Hara: And his opponent, coming to the ring, from The Subconscious, weighing in at 293 lbs., the current WFW Intercontinental Champion, ANGEL OF HATE!!!
The fans waste no time in getting to their feet and booing as "Rise" by The Cult begins to play on the sound system. The place darkens as eerie blue and purple lights scan over the arena. While the WFW-tron shows AOH's video, he slowly walks out onto the stage with his head down and the belt in his hand at his side. His eyes look forward, though, and he breathes heavily as he whips his head from left to right before walking down the ramp. He performs a standing jump from the floor up onto the apron, then steps between the ropes to get in the ring.)
Lang: Where exactly is The Subconscious? Is that somewhere near Albuquerque?
Michaels: As usual, you're not even close.
(The bell sounds and the fans are truly into the match up as they are rowdy from the start. Both men circles one another. They lock up. AOH catches Hades in the head. He then spends around him and gets him in an armbar, before hooking the headlock back on. Hades throws AOH to the ropes. Hades goes for a hip toss, but AOH blocks it. Hades misses a clothesline and AOH knocks him off of his feet with a dropkick. Hades quickly rolls out of the ring to recuperate. AOH stands up the second turnbuckle and poses for a nice pop while Hades tries to get himself together on the floor. Hades now walks up the ringside steps and into the ring. Both men ease closely to each other and locks up. AOH once again goes for an armbar, but Hades elbows him in the face and begins to hammer away with right hands. He tries to Irish Whip AOH, but AOH reverses it with one of his own. Hades knocks him down with a shoulder block. Hades continues to run to the ropes and hops over AOH who rolls to his stomach. AOH leap frogs over Hades and connects with another dropkick.)
Michaels: Although Angel of Hate is a big man, he does indeed have one of the best dropkicks that I've seen in a while.
Lang: If that is the case, you need to go out more often.
Michaels: Hey, that is my opinion and I'm entitled to it.
(AOH Irish Whips Hades to the ropes and knocks him off of his feet with a clothesline. Hades once again rolls to the floor. AOH climbs onto the apron and goes for a flying clothesline, but Hades ducks out of the way as AOH crashes onto the floor. Hades then lifts AOH to his feet and slams his face into the steel steps. Hades then grabs the steel steps and rolls it on AOH arm. Then goes over to Jack O'Hara and grabs a chair. He hits the stairs with the steel chair twice before the referee takes the chair from him and warns him of disqualification. Hades taunts the fans for heat. He then lifts AOH to his feet and slides him partially in the ring. Then from there pulls him to the point that AOH is underneath the bottom turnbuckle and his ribs lying against the steel post. Hades climbs in the ring and hits AOH with a baseball slide. AOH rolls back to the floor holding his ribs.)
Michaels: Hades is showing a violent side of him tonight.
Lang: He is the "Master of Pain." He will pull out everything he has in order to walk out the IC Champion.
(AOH climbs onto the apron and Hades suplexes him back into the ring. He makes the cover 1…2…AOH kicks out. Hades climbs back outside the ring and grabs the chair. He places it into the second and third turnbuckle. The referee warns him and Hades just brushes him away. He lifts AOH to his feet and tries to Irish Whip him into the steel chair, but AOH reverses it with an Irish Whip of his own. Hades crashes into the steel chair and stumbles forward. AOH hits him with the Crashing Down {Torture Rack to Sideways DDT). Both men are down trying to catch a breather. The referee counts 1…..2….3….4….5….6….7…..both men are up. Hades connects with a right hand and AOH answers back with one. Both men continue to connect back and forth before AOH knees Hades in the stomach. He then throws Hades into the corner and runs into Hades boot. Hades runs towards AOH and AOH connects with a powerslam. He stays on top of Hades for the cover. 1…2…Hades kicks out. AOH grabs the chair that was lying in the ring and the referee grabs the chair from AOH. Hades rolls up AOH and hooks the tights and the ref doesn't see it as he counts 1…2…AOH kicks out.)
Lang: Hades is trying to win this match anyway possible, including cheating.
Michaels: I wouldn't call that cheating. I'll call that smart maneuvering. We need more like him.
(AOH kicks Hades in the stomach and tries to scoop slams him. But Hades wiggles out of his arms and hits him with AOH own finisher maneuver, Hopeless{(Roll of the Dice}. He makes the cover 1…2…AOH gets a shoulder up. Hades lifts him to his feet and backs him to the ropes. He connects with a couple of right hands and knife-edge chops before Irish Whipping him to the ropes. Hades misses the clothesline and he turns right into his own finisher coming from AOH. AOH hits him with the Seasons of Abyss {Version of the F5}! AOH poses for a nice pop before heading to the top rope. He waits for Hades to get to his feet. Hades pulls the referee in front of him, which makes AOH hesitant in doing anything. After a brief exchange of words, Hades shoves the referee to the ropes making AOH crash onto the top turnbuckle. Hades then climbs the top turnbuckle and tries to go for a superplex. AOH blocks it and connects with several forearms to the stomach before hitting Hades with My Pain {Piledriver off of top rope}. AOH slowly makes the cover, 1…2…Hades gets his foot on the bottom rope.)
Michaels: That is the sign of a true ring veteran. Always knowing what part of the ring that they're in.
Lang: I know. But we're talking about Hades here. The greatest Worlds Champion of all time.
Michaels: He was one great Worlds Champion. I cannot take that away from him.
Lang: You sure can't.
(AOH lifts Hades to his feet and shoves him in the corner. He begins to connect with a flurry of right hands. The referee tries to break it up and takes an elbow in the eye. AOH goes to check out the referee and Hades digs in his tights. He pulls out a steel chain. He waits for AOH to turn around. AOH turns around and Hades misses a wild shot and AOH connects with a back suplex. Hades drops the chain and AOH sees it. AOH grabs the chain and lifts it up in the air for a nice pop before wrapping it around his hand. He tries to lift Hades to his feet, but Hades connects with a low blow and rolls him up in the Boston Cradle. The referee comes back to action and begins to count 1…2…3!)
O'Hara: The winner of this match….And New WFW Intercontinental Champion….."The Master of Pain" Hades!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Segment: We Have A Winner
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(Cut to the concessions area of the building, where a lot of fans are walking around and waiting in lines for food & drink. Chris Neptune stumbles into the picture, carrying the Extreme Title.)
Chris: God Damn, I'm thirsty. None of those jackasses are in sight. I should have enough time to grab a drink. Besides, who would think to look for me out here?
(Chris walks over and pushes his way past the people in line and gets to the counter. He studies the menu for a second.)
Chris: Ok, I'll have a-Hey! Where's the service around here? I want a beer and I want it NOW!
(An employee walks up, his hat pulled down low so that you can't see his face, carrying a large plastic cup of beer.)
Employee: Here's your beer!
(The "employee" looks up and it turns out to be DreamMaker! Before Chris can react, DreamMaker throws the beer in his face, blinding him. DreamMaker hops up on the counter and leaps forward, hitting Chris with a flying cross-body press as pedestrians jump out of the way. DreamMaker gets up and lifts the visually impaired Chris to his feet as well. He brings Chris along with him by a handful of hair over to the condiment stand. He rams Chris' head into it once, then twice.)
Michaels: Oh, this can't be good.
DreamMaker: After that beer, I'm sure you have to be hungry. Here, have some relish!
(DreamMaker pulls out the container filled with relish and pours it over the back of Chris' head. He slams his head into the stand again, then holds his head down, turning it to the side, right under a ketchup pump.)
DreamMaker: Can't have relish, without having some ketchup.
(DreamMaker presses down on the pump a couple of times and ketchup squirts out all over Chris' face.)
DreamMaker: Can't forget the mustard.
(DreamMaker slides Chris' head over and pumps out some mustard onto Chris' face as well. He then pulls Chris away from the stand and gets him into an Octopus submission hold. Chris, blinded, flails around and submits as soon as the referee asks. DreamMaker lets Chris go and kicks him in the back, sending him back hard into the condiment stand. Chris falls to the ground as DreamMaker grabs the title and runs away, almost slipping in the ketchup and mustard on the ground. Cut to a backstage hallway area, where DreamMaker comes is seen staggering with the Extreme Title in his clutches. He leans against a stack of crates to catch his breath. The camera pans up to show Sofal Higo standing on top on the crates with a 2x4 in his hands. He jumps off, cracking the 2x4 over DreamMaker's head. He quickly goes for the pin; the ref counts, 1…2…3!)
Michaels: Now Sofal's the champ with only a few minutes left.
Lang: Still enough time to get it taken away from him. I know one thing, though, that referee has got to be the most tired guy here, following all these guys around the premises.
(Sofal sees a shopping cart nearby. He snatches up the Extreme Title, tosses it into the shopping cart, then after a running start, hops onto the cart as well. He zooms back down the hall on the back of the shopping cart until BBD steps out and hits him with a devastating clothesline, sending Sofal flying back. The cart crashes against the wall and tips over. Bryan goes for the pin; the ref counts, 1…2…3! Bryan quickly runs away, with the camera following him. Cut to a shot of a clock as it counts down, just past the one-minute mark.)
Michaels: As you can see folks, all Bryan has to do is hold onto the title for one more minute.
(Cut to a shot inside the arena floor of the stage as Bryan tiredly pushes his way past the curtain. He raises the title over his head in victory as the fans cheer. The cheering quickly turns, though, when Chris Neptune, step out from the back, with a steel chair in his hands. He smacks Bryan over the head so hard, that the chair folds in half. Bryan drops to the stage as Chris tosses the chair and goes for the pin; the ref counts, 1…2…3! Chris gets up and stumbles down the ramp, still covered in relish, beer, ketchup, and mustard as the final seconds tick off the clock, 3…2…1. The bell rings as Chris makes it into the ring and collapses to the canvas.)
O'Hara: Winner of this match, and STILL WFW Extreme Champion, CHRIS NEPTUNE!!!
("Soil" starts up again as the referee holds Chris' arm up as he still lays on the mat.)
Match
6: Revolution vs. "The Righteous One" Blake Williams vs. Isabella Drake {Triple Threat Match-World Title}
O'Hara: Our main event this evening is scheduled for one fall and is for the WFW World Title! The first challenger, coming to the ring from Aston Villa, England, weighing in at 191 lbs., ISABELLA "DEMONA" DRAKE!!!
(As the opening chords of "Prophecy" are slowly played as the fans get to their feet, cheering and taking pictures. 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 the next challenger, coming to the ring, from Buffalo, New York, weighing in at 231 lbs., "THE RIGHTEOUS ONE" BLAKE WILLIAMS!!!
(The cheering fans stay on their feet and "Righteous Ones" by Bone Thugs n Harmony starts to play before Jack O'Hara finishes speaking. The WFW-tron starts up, showing Blake's ring action of the past along with some graphics while blue & yellow lights flash throughout the arena. Blake walks out with a serious look on his face. Pyro explodes and emits smoke on either side of the stage as he stands there for a second. He walks down the ramp and rolls into the ring. Blake walks to the side of the ring and leans on the ropes, looking out into the mass of people cheering him on. His music dies out as he gets off the ropes and lets the referee check him for weapons while he stares at Izzy.)
O'Hara: And now, coming to the ring, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 290 lbs. and being accompanied to the ring by Kristi, the WFW World Champion, REVOLUTION!!!
("Uplift" by Pantera fills the arena, as the crowd gets on their feet. Kristi walks out to a huge reception. She extends a hand toward the entrance and Revolution walks out of the entranceway with his World Title over his shoulder to another huge reception. The two of them stand there for a moment to soak it in. A look of pure determination covers Rev's face, as he barely even looks at his adoring fans while they walk down the ramp. Kristi reaches up and gives Rev a peck on the cheek and he tells her to walk around the side of the ring. He then walks up the steel steps and ducks under the top ropes to get into the ring. He hoists himself onto the nearby second turnbuckle and pumps up the crowd. He drops down and gives his belt to the referee, who in turn gives it to a stagehand outside the ring.)
Michaels: This should be quite a closely contested match. All three of these superstars have what it takes to be the WFW World Champion.
Lang: That spells a bunch of mediocrity to me. Further proof that Mr. Young made a tremendous mistake by firing Thomas Dsousa last week. He could easily beat any or all of these guys.
(The bell rings to start the match. Both Izzy and Blake run toward Revolution at the same time. Rev hits Izzy with a closed fist to the face that knocks her down. He then turns and drops Blake with another punch. Rev turns in time to scoop Isabella up and drop her with a hard slam to the mat. He turns back to attack Blake, but Blake is ready. Rev swings and Blake ducks it, giving Rev a shot to the chin of his own. He follows with two more punches that rocks Rev back until he falls against the ropes. Blake grabs Rev's wrist and Irish whips him toward the opposite ropes. When Revolution comes back, Blake drops him with a standing dropkick. Blake doesn't let Rev get up by getting him in a reverse standing armbar. As he cinches it in, Isabella charges over and knocks Blake off, sending him through the ropes and out of the ring. He crashes down to the floor as Izzy tries to capitalize on Rev's position and put him in the LTL {Crippler Crossface}. Rev doesn't let her though as he moves out of her grasp. Revolution gets to his feet, as does Izzy. She quickly moves in and assaults Rev with a series of knife-edge chops that drive him into the nearby corner. She then climbs up on the turnbuckles in front of Revolution, but before she can inflict any more pain, Rev wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her off the turnbuckles. He runs forward, hitting Isabella with a running 360-degree belly-to-belly suplex. He gets up, pretends to not pay attention and step onto Isabella's chest. He pauses for a second, as if he doesn't know where to go, then steps of her chest and continues walking toward the corner as the fans lets out a collective "ooh".)
Lang: Oh man. Revolution coulda just stepped through Izzy right there!
Michaels: Izzy is one tough woman. Its gonna take a whole lot more than that to keep her down.
(Revolution climbs up to the top turnbuckle and turns around while the fans cheer him on. He leaps off, connecting with a Bloodline {moonsault} onto Izzy! He goes for the pin as Blake gets up on the other nearby top turnbuckle. The referee counts, 1…2…Blake jumps off and hits Rev across the back of the head with a legdrop to break up the count! Blake gets up and picks Revolution up to his feet as Izzy rolls out of the ring to collect herself. Blake stands next to and hits Rev him with a PD-13 {Downward Spiral}! He drops down to his knees for the pin, but then changes his mind, instead standing back up. He pulls Revolution up and goes for a Russian legsweep, but Revolution shoves him off, into the ropes. Blake bounces back, right into Rev's arms, allowing him to pull off a release German suplex. Blake scrambles to his feet and runs right into a sidewalk slam by Revolution. Rev picks Blake up and Irish whips him hard into the corner. Rev runs in and hits Blake with a big corner splash. As Blake begins to slump down in the corner, Revolution catches him and props him up against the turnbuckles, draping his arms over the top ropes. Revolution then backs up, measures using hands like a painter would do, and rushes back in, hitting Blake in the face with a back elbow. Blake drops to a seated position in the corner. Revolution picks him up and moves Blake out of the corner, while still holding onto him. Rev then switches positions and back up into the corner, sitting up onto the top turnbuckle. He jerks Blake forward and lifts him up for a Blonde Bombshell {top rope powerbomb}. But Blake grabs Rev's head and pushes off, reversing it into a top rope facebuster! Both men collapse to on the canvas.)
Michaels: Incredible counter by Blake!
Lang: Yeah, but it took too much outta both men.
(Blake slowly moves over to make the pin; the ref counts, 1…2…Izzy puts Rev's foot on the bottom rope and the ref sees it and stops the count! Blake gets up and questions the ref's decision while Izzy pulls Revolution out of the ring. She low blows him, then as he's bent over, she sends him crashing hard into the steel steps. Isabella hops up on the apron while Kristi moves over and checks on Revolution, who's holding his shoulder and groaning.)
Michaels: I don't think I've ever seen Revolution in so much pain before.
Lang: Injuries are all a part of the game. It was bound to catch up with him some time.
Michaels: Nobody said he was really injured. He could very well get up and get right back into this match.
(Blake pushes his way past the referee and walks over to Izzy. He swings at her head, but Izzy dodges it. Instead, she ducks down and drives a shoulder into Blake's gut, then hops over the top rope with a sunset flip pin attempt; the referee counts, 1…Blake rolls through for a pin of his own. The ref counts, 1…2…Izzy pushes out and turns it into another pin by grabbing both of Blake's legs; the ref counts, 1…2…kickout! Both wrestlers get to their feet and stare at each other. Izzy extends her hand out and offers a shake to Blake. Blake looks around to gauge the fans' opinion. They cheer, so he obliges. He goes to shake Izzy's hand, but she changes at the last second and knocks Blake down with a clothesline. Some fans react with boos.)
Lang: There you go, Izzy. Handshake trickery…I love it!
Michaels: Quite unsportsman-like and quite unlike Ms. Drake.
Lang: Hey, she's just doing whatever it takes to win. Kudos, Izzy, kudos…
(Blake gets up angrily as Revolution begins to get up outside the ring, still holding his shoulder. Isabella goes for another clothesline, but Blake ducks it. He unloads one punch to Izzy's face, then another. With her reeling back, Blake pretends to offer a handshake to her, then hits her with a third punch that knocks her to the ground as the fans cheer. Izzy scrambles to her feet against the ropes as Revolution begins to climb up on the apron on the opposite side {ramp side}. Blake goes for an Irish whip on Izzy, but she reverses it, sending Blake right into Revolution as he starts to duck under the top rope to get in the ring! Revolution flies off the apron and not only lands on Kristi; he hits his head on the edge of the barricade! They both lay on the floor outside the ring seemingly unconscious.)
Michaels: Oh my-Is Kristi ok?
Lang: I hate to say this, but I think that Izzy might've done that on purpose!
(Blake catches himself and looks over the top rope down at Rev and Kristi. Meanwhile, Isabella creeps up behind him. Blake turns around and gets caught right in the side of the head with a spinning roundhouse kick from Izzy. She pounces on top of Blake and locks in the LTL. The referee checks for the submission, but Blake resists tapping. Izzy grits her teeth and pulls back even more, but still no tap from Blake. She pulls back even more, and Blake has no choice but to tap out. The bell rings to end the match.)
O'Hara: Winner of this match, and NEW WFW World Champion, ISABELLA "DEMONA" DRAKE!!!
("Prophecy" begins to play again as Isabella gets up and is handed the World Title. She raises it above her head as she gets a mixed reaction from the fans. Blake gets up and taps Izzy on the shoulder. He extends his hand for a congratulatory handshake. She looks very wary, but Blake reassures her its real this time.)
Michaels: Now that's sportsmanship. Blake is a good competitor to congratulate Izzy on her victory.
Lang: Heh, he's better than me. There's no way I'm going to shake the hand of the person who just beat me.
(Isabella relaxes and goes to shake his hand, then blasts him with the World Title, knocking him to the mat! The fans boo as Izzy drops the belt and drops down to lock in the LTL again on Blake as the fans boo her immensely. The referee calls for reinforcements and a team of five referees comes barreling down the ramp. They get into the ring and after much ado, manage to pull Isabella off of Blake. She collects her title and points to it as she talks trash to the worn, still-choking Blake. The show goes off the air.)
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