Title Hell on Earth Date April 28, 2002 Venue Pepsi Center Location Denver, Colorado

("Hell's Bells" by AC/DC begins to play as the WFW logo flashes across the screen. A clip leading to the Chris Lancer/Revolution match is shown, showing clips of Ravage, Hades, Chris Lancer, Bloodshed, and Revolution. Then, clips leading to the Adam Masterson/Seth Stevens match is shown, showing clips of Seth Stevens, Adam Masterson, "Ballistic" Bryan Deas, Post, and Pete Harris. Then, clips leading to the war between Ravage and Hades is shown, film of Donna Diavola, Athena, President Young, Ravage, Hades, Malice, and others are shown during this. Then, the camera cuts to the Pepsi Center where tens of thousands of WFW fans are screaming. The camera then cuts to Jimmy Lang and Joe Michaels, who are sitting in the WFW ringside announce position.)

Michaels: Welcome to Hell on Earth!

Lang: This is sure to be a big night! We will be seeing Chris Lancer go up against Revolution with the WFW World Title on the line!

Michaels: And Y2Jay will be the special guest referee!

Lang: Ooooooh! Does that mean Ayumi-Chan will be out here!?!

Michaels: I assume so.

Lang: OH, goody!

Michaels: Lets go to the ring for our first matchup between Blake Williams and The Terminator!

("Simply the Best" by Tina Turner blares over the P.A. system. Blake Williams walks out to the stage to a moderate ovation. He has a hot dog vending shelf-thing around his neck. He throws it off and shouts profanities towards President Young. He then proceeds to the ring.)

O'Hara: Now making his way to the ring, the WFW's ONLY Wrestler Slash Vendor: BLAKE WILLIAMS!

(Blake slides into the ring and begins to get in Jack O'Hara's face for the previous comment. O'Hara proceeds to tell Williams that Young made him say it. Williams gets out of the ring and walks in front of the announce position. "Number One" by Nelly blares over the P.A. System as another moderate ovation is given as Terminator walks out. The fans, then begin to 'boo' loudly as Stacy Charmaine is not with Terminator. Then, Stacy appears, and the fans begin a 'That's One Hot Bitch' chant. They proceed to the ring.)

O'Hara: And his opponent, making his way to the ring accompanied by Stacy Charmaine, THE TERMINATOR!

(The Terminator steps into the ring as the fans are continuing the 'That's One Hot Bitch' chant. Stacy poses for the crowds, then steps out of the ring. Williams slides into the ring, but is met by a Southern Kick (Superkick) courtesy of the Terminator.)

Lang: Oh, thank God! Someone to ogle at!

Michaels: I knew you have been at a loss without people like Rachel Rivers around lately.

Lang: Oh, Stacy call fill her bra...erm, shoes.

Michaels: You are a sad, sad man.

Lang: I know.

(Terminator begins hammering away at Williams. He stomps on his upper back. He, then, pulls Williams up. Terminator goes to the outside and grabs a chair. He throws it into the ring, then reenters. Referee Chris Reed grabs the chair from Terminator. They get in a shoving contest, ending up with Reed on the mat. Terminator pulls up Reed and hits the man with a Terminator Drop. Meanwhile, Blake Williams is fully recovered, and has the steel chair in his hands.)

Lang: Oh, Lord! Turn around you idiot.

Michaels: On Blake's side for this match?

Lang: For now.

(Terminator finally turns, and is met with a steel chair to the face. Blake Williams hits Terminator with a PG-13 (Downward Spiral) on the chair, and covers Terminator, although the Chris Reed is still out of it. Anthony Feeney runs in from the back, and begins a count! 1...2...Stacy Charmaine kicks Blake in the back of the head! Blake gets up and looks at Stacy. He corners her, and grabs her by the hair. Williams puts Stacy on his shoulders preparing for Light's Out! From the floor, Terminator jumps up and kicks Williams in the mid-section. Stacy lays on the top rope for a moment, before Terminator puts Blake on his shoulders. Stacy hits the Doomsday Device on Williams, and Terminator makes a cover! 1...2...Kickout!)

Lang: Williams won't be out from a little Doomsday Device! Everyone knows that!

Michaels: Wow, you have actually stayed on one side for more than five minutes!

Lang: I know. Impressive, huh?

Michaels: Before long, you may actually have a legitimate opinion on some things.

Lang: I try.

(Both men are slow to get up. Once they do, Williams irish whips Terminator, and hits a fallaway slam in his return. Stacy jumps back on the apron, and trys to get Blake's attention. She does, but first, Blake DDTs Terminator. He then walks over to Stacy. She begins to dance around a bit for Blake. But, Blake turns her around, grabbing the back of her shirt, then pushes her off the ring apron, causing her to rip the shirt off, leaving only a small bra.)

Lang: OH MY!

Michaels: Very nice. Very nice, indeed.

Lang: Blake Williams is my new hero!

Michaels: I think he is all of our heros!

(During all the commotion with Stacy, Terminator goes for the Small Package on Blake! Feeney counts: 1...2..Kickout! Blake jumps up and clothelines Terminator to the mat. Blake, then hits Terminator wth Light's Out and makes the cover!)

Lang: I think he has it!

(Feeney counts: 1...2...3!)

Lang: He did it!

(The WFW-Tron shows Donna Diavola getting her make-up done.)

Donna: No, Tammy. More foundation.

(About this time, Venus walks in. She sits down as another woman begins to do her makeup.)

Donna: Oh, you.

Venus: What about me? You have a problem with me.

Donna: No, no. Not at all.

(Donna walks out of the room. She walks up to a coke machine. Someone is there with his back turned to Donna. A Dr. Pepper comes out of the machine, and he turns around, running into Donna. It is Adam Masterson.)

Donna: WATCH IT ASSHOLE!

Adam: Oh, um, sorry. Are you all right?

Donna: I don't know. Why don't you watch where you are going?

Adam: Listen, I am sorry. What do you want me to say?

Donna: You will pay for that!

(Adam walks off and talks under his breath.)

Adam: Drama Queen, much? I *said* I was sorry.

(Donna looks in disgust at Adam.)

O'Hara: Our next bout is for one fall, and is for the WFW LIGHTWEIGHT TITLE! First, the challenger, coming to the ring weighing in at 135lbs., from Manhattan, New York, "THE Extreme Diva" VEEENUS!

("Overprotected" by Britney Spears begins to play throughout the arena as pink, green, and yellow lights flood the stage. A spotlight appears at the entrance, right as Venus makes her way out onto the stage. She strikes a pose as the fans cheer, then runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. She then hops onto a set of turnbuckles and poses for the camera-holding fans until her music dies down.)

O'Hara: And her opponent, coming to the ring weighting 191 lbs., from Aston Villa, England, ISABELLA "DEMONA" DRAKE!

("Prophecy" by Front Line Assembly starts to pound out of the speakers as the arena goes dark. A white mist leaks out of the entranceway as the WFW-tron comes to life, show some graphics that form the word "Demona". Lighting effects that resemble lightning start to crash on the stage. Isabella Drake steps out from the mist with her hands on her hips, posing with the WFW Lightweight Title around her waist. She then walks down the ramp, walks up the steps, and enters the ring, all the while focused on her opponent. The lights go back to normal and Izzy hands her belts over to the referee, who signals for the bell just as "Prophecy" dies out.)

Michaels: This is a premiere match-up of two of the WFW's top lightweights, not to mention women.

Lang: Whatever. All I know is there are two hot women in the ring about to tussle with each other. The only thing missing is the hot oil.

Michaels: Uh, yeah. Now, onto the action.

(The women circle each other, looking for an opening to strike first. They both reach for each other a couple of times, drawing back after each attempt. Finally, they collide in a collar-and-elbow tie up. Izzy gets the advantage swinging around behind Venus and dropping her with a Russian legsweep. Izzy lays a couple of boots to Venus' chest before backing off. Venus makes it to her feet, and Drake charges at her, only to be caught with a drop toe-hold. Venus immediately tries to get Izzy locked in the LTL, her own move, but Isabella manages to wriggle out of the ring before Venus can get it locked in. Venus comes over to the ropes to shout at Drake, but the referee pushes her back so that he can start to count Izzy out. He begins his count, 1…2…3…4. Izzy climbs back up on the apron, prompting the ref to stop counting. Venus comes charging over, but Izzy catches her head and drops down to the floor, driving Venus' throat over the top rope. As Venus staggers back, holding her throat, Isabella climbs back onto the apron and steps through the ropes. She walks up to Venus, grabs a handful of hair, and slams her head backwards onto the mat. Izzy follows up with a double kneedrop to Venus' gut. She goes for a quick pin; the ref counts, 1…2…Izzy pulls Venus' head off the mat.)

Michaels: She had her beat. Why did she pull her up?

Lang: Obviously, Joey, she wasn't as sure as you are. Izzy wants to be absolutely sure that she has Venus beaten.

(Drake lifts Venus up and drops her right back down with a snap suplex. Izzy snatches Venus up again, turns her around, and goes for a German suplex this time, but Venus rolls forward turning it into a pin attempt. The ref counts; 1..2..kickout! Venus gets up and shouts at Isabella to get up, too. As soon as Izzy stands, Venus dropkicks her legs out from under her, sending Drake back to the mat. Venus walks over and connects on a standing senton splash. She picks Izzy up, and whips her into the ropes. Izzy comes back, Venus leapfrogs her, Izzy bounces off the other ropes, Venus drops down onto her belly, and after Izzy bounces off the ropes once more. Venus dropkicks her again, sending her back into against the ropes. As Isabella staggers forward, Venus kicks her in the gut and gets her in a headlock. She lets out an audible "Aaaaggghhh", then tries for a Twisted Fate, but Izzy reverses it into a fisherman's brainbuster! Izzy gets up, interlocks her legs with Venus' grabs her arms, and falls back, trapping her in am inverted surfboard. Venus cries out in agony as the referee checks for the submission. She shakes her head 'no', so Isabella arches Venus' back even more. Venus somehow manages to sway her body back-and-forth, forcing Izzy and herself, to fall on their sides and forcing Izzy to release her hold. Furious, Isabella gets up and looks down at Venus with disgust. He gets ready to stomp on her, but Venus catches her foot, gets to her knees, and spins around, dropping Drake with a dragon screw. Venus quickly gets up onto the second turnbuckle and drops an elbow right into Izzy's chest. As Izzy lays there motionless, Venus drags her out into the center of the ring. She then climbs the ropes once more and looks back one more time to measure the distance. She flashes a poses for a split second, then leaps off, going for a Venus Envy. Isabella "awakens" and rolls out of the way, forcing Venus to land face-first onto the canvas. While Venus clutches her ribs, Izzy wastes no time scrambling over and locking on the LTL. Venus screams out in sheer pain as she hopelessly tries to reach for the ropes, but she's too far away. She then begins to taps desperately, causing the referee to signal for the bell. Isabella doesn't let go though.)

O'Hara: Winner, and STILL WFW Lightweight Champion, ISABELLA DRAKE!

Michaels: Somebody needs to tell Izzy the match is over.

Lang: I told you, she wants to make sure she beats Venus clearly.

(Isabella still doesn't let go, despite Venus' screaming and tapping, and the referee trying to pull her off. The referee motions toward the entranceway and three more referees come down and its takes all four men to pry Izzy off of Venus. Izzy breaks free for a second and tries to lock on the LTL again, but the referees force her to the back. "Prophecy" begins to play as the crowd shows their displeasure for Drake's actions.)

(The camera follow Anson Drake into a locker room labeled "Deas & Drake." Anson walks in, and grabs a bottle of water. On the wall, "OLD SCHOOL" is spray painted on the wall. Anson looks around, till he sees in the corner of the locker room two men: Chris Sizemore and David Schwartz: Death Row. These two men were in the WFW in its first run before men like Bryan Deas and Anson Drake were even known.)

Anson Drake: Why the hell are you two here?

Sizemore: Well, if we no-showed pay-per-views, I don't think Young would be very pleased with us.

Anson Drake: What the hell are you talking about?

Schwartz: We are saying that we have a little contract that says we are once again wrestlers in the WFW.

Anson Drake: Well that is nice. Now, get the hell out of my locker room.

Sizemore: Yeah, um, no. I kind of like this one. Young didn't have a chance to get us one since we are just now returning.

(About this time, Bryan Deas walks in.)

Deas: You know, Anson. I think I *do* like Pepsi better than Coke, bu...Who the hell are you?

Sizemore: More disrespect from the young guys.

Schwartz: You two are going to get your ass kicked one of these days.

(Death Row walk out of the room as the camera go back to Lang and Michaels)

Lang: What the hell? Why are Death Row back?

Michaels: I don't know. But it looks like both of them have a serious bone to pick with Anson Drake.

Jack O'Hara: Ladies and gentlemen, the next bout is a 'Hell in a Cell' weapons match for the WFW EXTREME TITLE! The winner becomes the champion? The loser is BANNED FROM THE WFW!!

(The crowd cheers wildly as the arena lights go dim momentarily. The cage is continued to be secured by the WFW ring crew?)

Jack O'Hara: Our first competitor now coming to the ring, the challenger? At 6'3? Weighing in at 273 pounds...ANIMAAAAAL!!!!!

("Mindless" by No One begins to play throughout the arena. Animal slowly wanders onto the entrance ramp, his valet, Jennifer at his side. A step behind, appears a white haired middle-aged man, Tyler Trabenzo. He trails with the aid of a cane, as the duo of Animal and Jennifer move down to the ring amidst a solid reaction from the fans in attendance. The referee points him towards the only door in the cage, and Animal steps inside?)

Michaels: Animal looks to be in solid shape despite the vicious bout both he and Shane Brandon took place in just one week ago.

Lang: Yeah, but this thing ain't looking like any walk in the park. Take a gander at all those weapons! I've seen armories less well stocked.

Michaels: Yes fans, you can see several tables line the outside of the ring while the canvas is littered with various objects from our ringside position, I can see bats, trashcans? Is that an ironing board?

Lang: Shhh, here comes the champ!

Jack O'Hara: And now, his opponent? Coming to the ring, also at 6'3 and weighing in at 245 pounds ? HE IS THE WFW EXTREME CHAMPION! "THE THREAT" SHANE BRAND0000ON!!!

(The lights dim again for a mere moment, before an explosion of pyro casts the arena in a fiery red glow. "Revolution" by the Neurotic Outsiders blares over the arena loudspeakers, as Shane Brandon appears through the entrance curtain. A step behind is a beaming Hoss Titan, who offers a cursory tip of his Stetson hat. Brandon is quickly met with a barrage of jeers, yet it does little to faze him as he slowly walks down the aisle with an arrogant, knowing grin. Shane climbs the ring steps, pauses briefly before stepping through the doorway and under the ropes?)

Michaels: Animal charges at Brandon! Shane was coming through the ropes, and Animal tries to blast him with a barbed wire bat! Shane avoids it, and that bat comes crashing down on the turnbuckle, ripping it to pieces!

(The bell rings, officially signaling the start of the bout. The cage door is locked quickly as Brandon cracks Animal with a Forearm, causing him to drop the bat. Brandon climbs onto the second turnbuckle, giving him tremendous leverage. The Threat starts hammering Animal with right hands! But Animal reaches up, grabbing Shane by the throat and slams his head against the cage!!! Animal follows with a vicious shot into the midsection of Shane! Animal steps onto the second rope as well, cinches Brandon - AND SUPLEXES HIM INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING!!! Brandon is back to his feet, locking up with his opponent. Animal uses his brute strength to shoves Brandon up against the ropes. Shane manages to break the lockup, and nails Animal with a Knife-edge Chop! Shane nails him with another Chop, this time to the head! Animal steps in, hitting Brandon with a fierce Elbow... and fires him HARD into the turnbuckle! Brandon stumbles out, and is met with A CRUSHING LARIAT FROM BEHIND! Animal drops a heavy knee onto the fallen Shane Brandon and hooks the leg!... 1... 2... Kickout!)

Michaels: Animal hoists up Brandon for another lockup.

Lang: NO! He is picking Shane right up into the air! AND GORILLA PRESSES HIM INTO THE SIDE OF THE CAGE!!! What power!

Michaels: Lang, did you see the cage buckle when the Extreme Champ crashed into it?!

Lang: That's EXTREMELY GREAT CHAMP!

Michaels: Please?

(Brandon slowly fights to his feet, with Animal watching his every move. As soon as Shane is upright the two men begin trading blows again .)

Michaels: A right by Shane! A left hook by Animal! Brandon with a right cross.

Lang: BLOCKED

(Animal hits Shane with a snapping jab to the jaw that stuns The Threat! Animal grabs Brandon hurling him to the ropes, but Shane reverses it! Animal bounces off the ropes and is caught.)

Michaels: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER BY SHANE BRANDON!!!

(The Threat delivers a few snapping fists to Animal as he brings him to his feet. Shane lifts him up, cinching in a waistlock... and deposits a winded Animal onto the top turnbuckle! Brandon wastes no time, setting up an ironing board on the nearby canvas. The ironing is board upright and waiting; Brandon turns towards his opponent)

Michaels:OH MY GOD!!! ANIMAL HITS BRANDON IN MID-AIR... SPEARING HIM THROUGH THE IRONING BOARD!!!

(Animal clearly took a large share of the impact, as he struggles to his feet. Shane slowly does the same, heavily favoring his back. Brandon attempts a weak sidekick, which Animal avoids with ease. He grabs the leg.)

Lang: T-BONE SUPLEX ACROSS THE RING!!

(Animal searches the canvas, his focus finally settling on one item in particular. Animal reaches down and grabs a golf club! Animal looks over the object, and makes a 'putting motion' to the cheers of the crowd. The beast then steps back, bringing the club up, waiting for just the right moment. Brandon begins to rise - And is nailed right in the midsection with the golf club!! He shoves Brandon HARD into the turnbuckle. Shane stumbles back as Animal holds out the club, ready to Clothesline him
with it...  He swings at Brandon - but Shane ducks - grabbing Animal by the waist... INVERTED PILEDRIVER OUT OF NOWHERE BY BRANDON!!!

Lang: That'll turn the tide. Now, cover him!

Michaels: Shane doesn't go for the cover! Brandon struggles to regain his balance, before picking up a Kendo stick from the canvas! BRANDON BLASTS ANIMAL ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH IT!!!

(Shane is wailing away on Animal with that kendo stick! Animal shows amazing resilience blocking several shots while fighting to his knees? He continues to fend off many of the blows? AND IS TO HIS FEET! The crowd lets out a roar of approval BUT SHANE GRABS AT ANIMAL AND SLAMS HIS HEAD INTO THE SIDE OF THE CAGE! Brandon picks up his opponent, and tries to slam Animals head against the cage again... but this time Animal gets a boot up! Animal grabs Shane's head... AND BOUNCES IT OFF THE SIDE OF THE CAGE! Now, he grabs Shane, and Irish Whips him hard into the metal caging!!!  Animal takes several steps back and charges at Brandon... But in a desperation move, Shane ducks, backdropping ANIMAL FACE-FIRST INTO THE STRUCTURE!!! AND IT GIVES - THE CAGE GIVES!!!!

(Animal is left sprawling out on the floor, untangling himself from the chain linked metal. As Animal shakes off the cobwebs, Brandon follows his opponent. Shane climbs down the ring steps slowly and stumbles down to the floor. Animal is up and takes a swing... but Brandon leans out of range! He feints with a left... then blasts Animal with a taped-up right hand!!! But somehow Animal stays on his feet! Animal takes another swing, but Brandon ducks -  and hoists him up for a Back Suplex - BUT ANIMAL REVERSES IT INTO A BULLDOG!!! Brandon is crawling, shoving away several of the folding tables lining ringside - Yet Animal trails right behind him. Animal starts firing punches into the head of the Threat! Now, Brandon thumbs Animal in the eye, and locks on the front facelock! He lifts up his opponent... SUPERPLEX BY BRANDON RIGHT THROUGH A TABLE!!! Brandon is very slow to follow-up, but he rolls over onto Animal, and hooks a leg. The ref drops to the canvas... 1... 2... NO! Kickout by Animal!)

(Brandon, soaked with sweat, drags Animal to his feet, popping him with a jab to the face. Following it up with a wild swing... but Animal ducks! Brandon spins around, and Animal hooks him for Backslide!!! Hang on! He's lifting Brandon off the mat!!! AND DRIVES HIM INTO THE CAGE! Animal steps back, charges, but Shane uses the cage to lift himself and rake a boot across the head of Animal!)

Michaels: Our crew of referees are following the combatants all around the arena as this match looks as though it is going to continue outside. Meanwhile our security team is doing a great job keeping the various entourages at bay. Although like the fans in attendance, even they are simply watching in amazement!

Lang: Yeah, well Shane just better WATCHOUT! Animal won't stay down!

Michaels: Animal is still taking swipes at Shane from a seated position! He is rising? AND SO IS BRANDON! Brandon is climbing the cage!! Animal sees him... AND STARTS CLIMBING UP AFTER HIM!

(Brandon moves up the chain linked structure, several feet ahead on Animal. Shane reaches the top of the 30 feet structure first, stomping on Animals head, as he makes the final climb. Brandon drops to his knees, and start Jabbing Animal in the head with reckless abandon! Hang on! Animal reaches out... PULLS BRANDON IN AND DELIVERS A HEADBUTT!)

Michaels: He's hanging on with one hand, and his footholds aren't that sturdy. Animal is really taking a chance here. But Brandon stumbles back onto the roof of the cage. And now, Animal climbs over the peak, and he's up there with him!

(Animal and Brandon again trade punches, yet the match has taken a toll on their strength. Shane cradles Animals skull, delivering several quick shots to the head! Not letting go, he cranks down on Animal... AND FACEBUSTS HIM ONTO THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!! The fans cheer wildly, not so much for the individuals, but for the punishing action. Brandon picks up Animal, and cinches him for a Piledriver! Brandon hoists up Animal... BUT ANIMAL FLIPS OVER BEHIND HIM!!! BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!!!! Brandon shoots back up in a mix of pain and determination )

Lang: Right into a GERMAN SUPLEX!

(The sound of metal scrapping and snapping tears through the air.)

Michaels: THE CAGE JUST BROKE! Brandon landed hard on the cage and the metal segment has swung down, hanging by one end!!! My god, Brandon is hanging from that segment of cage! The fans are going nuts! A weary Animal is looking down at Brandon)

Lang: Wait!

Michaels: Animal is spreading his arms and throwing his head back?

Lang: No way! He wouldn't!

Michaels: ANIMAL JUST LEAPED OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE! Missile dropkick on Shane Brandon?AND HE CONNECTS! The fans are going insane! Both Animal and Brandon have plunged to the canvas 30 feet below!!! I can't believe this! The fans can't believe this! Animal just risked everything and made good!

Lang: If you consider 'good' to be a car wreck! Neither man is moving! Our medical staff is rushing the ring!

Michaels: Hold on! Animals arm just moved

Lang: YES, ITS UP! The fans let out a tremendous cheer! His arm is up and? Its BACK DOWN!

Lang: HA! Good night, Irene!

Michaels: ITS DOWN OVER SHANE BRANDON! The medical crew is in our way, but I can see that the ref is
right there!

Lang: Huh?

~DING-DING-DING~

Michaels: THERE'S THE BELL, THERE'S THE BELL!! UNBELIEVABLE! Animal is the NEW Extreme Champion, Lang! And Shane Brandon is now banned from the WFW!

~DING-DING-DING~

Jack O'Hara: Ladies and gentlemen, due to severe nature of this bout, the referee has declared this match to be a NOO-CONTEST!!

Michaels: OH MY! The ref has stopped this match, on account of the injuries sustained by the participants! Our medical staffers are all over the ring, checking on these two warriors. These men gave it there all out here tonight! We can only pray these fine athletes are ok?

Lang: I feel sick. I'll never watch another WFW match.

Michaels: Then you'll also never cash another WFW pay check?

Lang: WOW! This next match looks like a good one, huh Michaels?!

(The WFW-Tron comes to life showing Ravage walking down the hall. Suddenly, Donna Diavola comes into view. She is laid out on the floor in front of a coke machine.)

Donna: Oh, Antonio. Please! Come help me!

Ravage: WHO THE HELL DID THIS?!

Donna: Adam, Adam Masterson.

Ravage: That son of a bitch...CAN I GET SOME EMTs!

(EMTs slowly come into sight, and Donna Diavola is lifted on a stretcher. A brace is placed around her neck. Ravage runs down the hall. He bursts into a door. Inside is President Young. Young is playing a game boy, but when he sees Ravage, he throws it in his desk and gets out some paperwork.)

Young: Hi, Um, Ravage, what can I do for you, my man?

Ravage: Masterson! I want Masterson! For the Inter-Continental Title! TONIGHT! Screw Hades.

Young: Now now. Ravage, calm down. Why do you want Adam?

Ravage: He beat up Donna. Tell me, what kind of asshole beats up women?!

Young: Oh, God! Is she all right?

Ravage: They are taking her to the hospital right now.

Young: OK, I will sign you with Adam for next week. If he is still the Inter-Continental Champ, the title will be on the line.

Ravage: Thank you.

Young: Give Donna my regards.

(Ravage rushes out of the room.)

O'Hara- Introducing first...he weighs in at 239 lbs and hails from New York, New York. Standing at 6 feet, 2 inches...he is "Shifty" Epic Madrox.

[The lights flicker as "Toxic" by Crazy Town plays and Mr. Shifty, Epic Madrox walks slowly to the ring, with his arms wide open and stciking his tongue to the crowd trying to show off his tongue ring. He gets to the ring and walks through the ropes goes to a corner and sits down, awaiting the arrival of his partner.]

O'Hara- And his Tag-Team partner, weighing in at 245 lbs and hailing from New York, New York. Standing at 6 feet, 5 inches...he is "The Whole Fucking Show", Post!

["Unforgiven" by Metallica begins to play as green and blue lights begin the flicker in the arena. Post's WFW-tron video starts up as a spotlight focuses on the entrance. Post steps into the spotlight, and stands there with his head down for a few seconds. He then whips his head up and strides down the ramp confidently. Post walks up the steps and gets up on a set of turnbuckles and looks out into the sea of people, before hopping down. His music cuts off as he stands in the ring waiting.]

O'Hara- And now, the first of their opponents. He weighs in at 280 lbs and hails from Balitmore, Maryland. Standing at 6 feet, 7 inches...he is one-half of the World Fantasy Wrestling Tag-Team Champions... "Ballistic" Bryan Deas!

["Rollin" by Limp Bizkit plays while BBD's WFW-tron video starts up. Multicolored lights flash throughout the arena as the crowd gets to their feet. Brain, with baseball bat in hand, and Nancy step out onto the stage to a mixed reaction from the crowd, though mostly ?boos?. They walk arm-in-arm down to the ring. Brain directs Nancy to stand by the ring as he makes his way into the squared circle. Deas raises one hand in the air, then turns and does the same in the opposite direction. The music dies out.]

O'Hara- And finally, his Tag-Team partner. Weighing in at 251 lbs, he hails from Cleveland, Ohio. Standing at 6 feet, 4 inches...he is also one-half of the World Fantasy Wrestling Tag-Team Champions..."The Revolution" Anson Drake!

[The lights dim. Once the crowd begins to quiet down the intro to "Sehnsucht" is heard throughout the entire arena. The lights and the fans immediately react with flashes and cheers. Two flares then shoot up from the ramp towards the rafters, leaving a glowing trail of smoke ending in a loud bang. As this happens the lights turn back on, but only at a dim level. The exploded flares leave a cloud of smoke in the top of the arena and shower down sparks onto the crowd and the WFW-Tron where the words "The Revolution" flicker in and out of view. At the same time "Sehnsucht" by Rammstein hits the speakers in full force and the crowd once again errupts in cheers as "The Revolution" Anson Drake appears at the top of the ramp with a mischevious smirk on his face. He begins to walk down the ramp ignoring the most part of the fans, but still stopping once in a while to take in the sound. As Anson approaches the halfway mark on the ramp the light get extremely bright. A second passes and the lights now go out; another set of pyros is launched and they make a bright "V" behind Anson as the cascade over the arena and end in a loud bang. The fans continue to cheer as "Sehnsucht" continues to blare and green flood lights illuminate the ramp as Anson walks to the ring. He slides in, raises his arms taking in more cheers and circles the ring. The music slowly fades and the lights slowly return to normal. Deas and Post step through the ropes and wait on the outside, leaving Drake and Madrox to begin the match. The chosen referee for this bout, Erick Morgan, promptly searches both Anson and Madrox for any illegal weapons before the bell signals the start of the match. Finding nothing, Morgan calls for the bell and begins the match. Drake and Madrox circle around the inside of the ring for a few seconds, sizing each other up, before they each slowly inch their ways towards each other in the center of the ring. Madrox, although he is the smaller of the two, shows that he isn't afraid of Drake by raising an open hand, thus calling for a test of strength. Drake looks at Madrox's out-streched hand and seems very to be wary of reaching towards it and dropping his guard. Drake, still thinking very carefully about engaging into a lock-up with Madrox, looks out at the audience, who are all telling him not to lock up. Nevertheless, Drake reaches up and locks hands with Madrox. Using his size advantage, Drake slowly gains the advantage and is making Madrox's face cinch up with pain. Madrox begins slowly dropping towards the canvas, but Madrox won't let Drake get the advantage. Madrox breaks the hold and lands a quick knee to the mid-section of Drake, hoping to turn the tide in his favor. Madrox quickly runs towards the ropes, bounces off, and runs back towards Drake...only to be dropped to the mat when Drake lands a shoulder block. Drake now runs towards the ropes while Madrox flips over onto his stomach. Drake leapfrogs over the downed Madrox and lets his momentum carry him over to the other side of the ring. Madrox now props his legs up and points them towards the running Drake, who gets caught with a monkey flip the second he runs back towards Madrox again. Both men kip up and roll to neutral corners before they exchange angry glares with each other. They both stand up and storm their ways towards the center of the ring, bumping chests and exchanging words. Madrox lets his temper get the better of him and slaps Drake across the face, drawing a unanimous "OOOO..." from the audience. Drake reaches up and checks to see if his lip is bleeding before a vicious grin comes over his face. He turns back towards Madrox and lands a stiff right hand that knocks Madrox to the mat. Drake begins stomping away at Madrox, landing a good four stomps before Madrox is able to roll underneath the bottom rope, seeking to undo the momentum that Drake is building. Morgan begins the count as Madrox stares up at Drake. But, unbeknownst to Madrox, BBD has dropped from his position on the apron and is sneaking up behind him. Just as Morgan's count reaches three, BBD grabs Madrox from behind and whips him around before chopping away at Madrox's chest. Once he lands five good shots, Post comes charging at BBD on the outside, so BBD quickly rolls Madrox back into the ring and returns to his position on the apron. Drake, who was awaiting Madrox, pulls Madrox up by his hair and whips him into the corner, where BBD stands awaiting the tag from Drake. BBD reaches over locks a sleeper onto Madrox while Drake punches away at Madrox's midsection. Morgan makes the four count and forces BBD to break the illegal hold that he has on Madrox. Once this happens, Drake reaches over and tags BBD. BBD enters the ring and begins stomping away at Madrox before Morgan forces BBD to let Madrox up. BBD backs off of Madrox and momentarily turns towards Post, taunting him. Post tries to enter into the ring, so Morgan quickly heads over and cuts him off. BBD, thinking that his move is a wise strategy, turns back towards Madrox and signals for Drake to enter the ring and start the double-teaming. But, just as BBD turned his attentions away from Madrox, Madrox comes barrelling out of the corner and lands a big spear on BBD.]

Michaels- Heh...leave it to Deas to make a mistake like that.

Lang- For once, I'll have to agree with you, as much as I hate to admit it. But hey...it's cool. At least Madrox, who is definitely a bad motherf*cker in his own right, has the advantage now.

Michaels- I refuse to even dignify that with a comment...

Lang- That's because you can't even think of anyting funny to say...so Ha!

[BBD has been stunned due to Madrox's spear, but Madrox hasn't recovered entirly either. Slowly but surely, Madrox begins to gather himself and eventually rises to his feet before looking down arrogantly at BBD. Madrox reaches down and locks BBD in a rear chin lock, choking away at him. After a few seconds, though, BBD is able to power his way to the ropes. Consequently, Morgan forces Madrox to break the hold. However, BBD is still worn out and is showing the effects of the hold. Madrox sees this and begins to launch his offensive on BBD. Madrox picks BBD up and sends him across the ring with the Irish Whip. BBD's momentum carries him back towards Madrox, who drops him hard to the canvas with a big clothesline. Madrox quickly pounces on the downed BBD with a lateral press, going for the quick win. Morgan drops to the mat and has the count, 1...2..BBD easily powers out of the pin. Madrox doesn't let up, however, and sends BBD into the corner with the Irish Whip. Post reaches over and Madrox tags him in. Post, the fresh man in the ring, quickly goes after BBD, who lay stunned and is only standing because the turnbuckle is supporting his weight. Post makes his way over towards BBD and drives his shoulder into BBD's gut not once, not twice, but thrice. Post then backs off for a quick second before landing to huge chops to BBD's chest. BBD clutches his chest with pain as Post grabs him by the arm and sends him across the ring with the Irish Whip. BBD hits hard and staggers out to the middle of the ring. Post waits for just a minute and then comes charging out of the corner and attempts a lariat, but BBD somehow finds the knowledge to counter with a powerslam and drives Post hard into the canvas! But, since he is so worn out, BBD isn't able to make the cover and just limply rolls over onto his back so he can catch his breath. Post is also down, feeling the effects of that huge powerslam that BBD just landed on him. Once BBD catches his breath, he is just able to roll over and drape an arm over Post. Morgan slides over and has the count, 1...2...2 9/10...Epic Madrox comes in and breaks the pin with an elbow drop onto the back of BBD! Morgan quickly gets up and forces Madrox to exit the ring. Madrox tries to force his way past Morgan, but to no avail. While Morgan's back is turned, Post tries picking BBD up by the hair, but BBD catches him with a low blow while Morgan's attentions are elsewhere! Post grabs his groin and drops to his knees stunned. BBD crawls his way over to Anson Drake and goes for the tag, but Anson abruptly pulls his hand away and denies the tag to BBD!]

Michaels- Why did Anson pull away right there, I wonder?

Lang- Isn't it obvious, jack-ass?! He's trying to toughen Deas, the weak link in this team, up a little bit! What's wrong with that, I ask you?

Michaels- If I were Anson...I'd teach Deas how to be tough on my own time, I wouldn't do it with the Tag Titles on the line.

Lang- That's because you're an unorthodox moron...listen to you, trying to tell Anson how to handle BBD. Damn, you idiocy is priceless...you know that?!

[BBD looks up angrily at Anson, who just glares back at BBD and points towards before yelling "Go punish his ass!". BBD then uses the ropes to pull himself up and turns back towards Post. BBD walks towards Post and lands a right hand to Post's face, backing him up to the ropes. BBD whips Post across the ring. Post's momentum carries him back towards BBD and BBD lands a back body drop on Post. Post hits the mat hard and isn't moving. BBD looks down at Post and then looks over at the turnbuckle before he makes his way over it. BBD turns back and takes another angry stare towards Anson Drake before ascending the turnbuckle. BBD takes a deep breath and comes flying off with "The Ballisticator" (Flying Headbutt), but Post rolls out of the way at the last second! On the outside, Anson Drake has seen enough and enters the ring before running all the way across and knocking Epic Madrox off of the apron with a forearm shot. Morgan turns his back on Post and Deas while he forces Drake to exit the ring. During the period where Morgan's back is turned, Post rolls over and begins choking the life out of Deas. As he watches this unfold, Drake begins to look very angered and frustrated. Drake peacfully exits the ring and then Morgan turns back and sees the illegal hold that Post is using on Deas and forces Post to break the hold. Post then gets to his feet and makes his way to his corner, where he very roughly slaps Madrox in the chest, tagging him in. Madrox looks at Post, and is very confused as he enters the ring and walks toward BBD, who is inching his way towards Anson Drake. As BBD finally makes it to his corner and reaches up towards Anson, Anson looks frustrated and reaches down, violently slapping BBD across the face and tagging himself into the match. Once Madrox sees Drake, he begins backing his way towards Post and reaches for the tag...but Post steps back and refuses to make the tag! Madrox turns and looks at Post, who just grins and motions towards the waiting Anson Drake. Madrox takes a deep breath and charges, but Anson jumps into the air and hits him with "Hellbound" (Huricanrana into Bulldog)! Anson drops and goes for the cover...no! Drake seemingly changes his mind and goes back towards his corner. Once there, he roughly shoves BBD in the chest, tagging him and thus making him the legal man. BBD looks hurt as he stares at Drake, who just glares at BBD and barks the following orders at him, "Finish the Job!" BBD makes his way over towards Madrox and tries to pick him up, but Madrox counters with a quick thumb to the eye that blinds BBD temporarily.  Madrox then uses the ropes to pull himself up and gets ready to launch an offensive, but Post quickly reaches over and slaps Madrox on the back, tagging himself in.]

Michaels- Madrox didn't appreciate that, by the looks of it.

Lang- Do you think Post, a man who doesn't give a damn what anyone thinks, really even cares about Epic Madrox of all people?

Michaels- No, but I'd like to think that he at leats cares about winning the Tag Titles here.

Lang- Bah...meaningless pieces of gold and leather, Post is only here to hurt BBD tonight....just watch and see, fool.

[BBD begins to get to his feet, but Post quickly puts an end to that by stomping away at BBD's spine. BBD begins to crawl back towards Anson, but Post quickly grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet before landing a huge vertical suplex. Anson now steps halfway through  the ropes, drawing the attentions of Erick Morgan. Morgan steps in front of Drake and tries to force him out of the ring, but Drake isn't moving and seems to be constantly arguing that Post pulled BBD's hair just now. Post sees the opening here and pulls BBD to his feet before sending him across the ring with the Irish Whip...but BBD reverses the hold and send Post across to the other side of the ring! Post runs smack-dab into Morgan, sandwiching Morgan between himself and Anson Drake. Meanwhile, the momentum of this collision sends Drake all way off of the apron and into the barricade that holds the audience members. Both Morgan and Post collapse to the mat, unconscious due to the severity of the collision that they were just involved in. BBD looks around at the chaos that surrounds him and scratches his head with confusion before it dawns on him to cover Post. BBD lays across Post and hooks the leg, but obviously there is no ref to make the count. BBD then rolls over and tries to revive Erick Morgan, but all of a sudden the crowd begins to applaud and scream while they look towards the entrance ramp.]

Michaels- Who the hell?!

Lang- Is that Sandman? What the hell is he doing out here?! Security...he has no interest invested in this match, someone remove him form ring-side!

Michaels- Now who's the moron...obviously, he has some interest, otherwise he wouldn't even be out here right now!

Lang- No comment...

Michaels- Heh, point illustrated

[Mr. Sandman slides in underneath the bottom rope, pulls BBD off of Post, and begins stomping away unmercifully at him. Epic Madrox, who remains outside of the ring, just looks on in awed confusion with what he is witnessing. Sandman pulls BBD to his feet and then drops him to the mat with a colossal body slam. Following this, Post, who is now coming to, looks up at Sandman and grins. Sandman returns the grin and then BOTH of them begin to stomp away at the defenseless BBD!]

Michaels- Post and Sandman are on the same page! This is incredible!

Lang- Those two do have a past with each other...are we witnessing the reformation of  "The Lost Souls" here?

Michaels- Or maybe, just maybe...we're witnessing something entirely different.

[Madrox, still not entering the ring, just continues to look in on in awe as BBD is getting pummeled and stomped to death by both Post and Sandman. But hold...on the outside, Anson Drake is now rising to his feet, rubbing his head as he gathers himself. The shocked audience is pointing and yelling at Drake, so he slowly turns towards the ring to see what is going on. Once he sees his tag partner being mercilessly beaten by Post and Sandman, a look of horror comes over his face as he charges towards the ring and slides in. The crowd begins to cheer as Drake violently grabs Post from behind and turns him around. Finally, Madrox enters the ring and begins to inch his way towards Drake...but then Drake and Post smile at each other before they turn back towards BBD and begin stomping away at him!]

Michaels- Holy shit...Anson Drake has turned on BBD and is actually helping Mr. Sandman and Post!

Lang- Joey, these are former members of the famed "Dangerous Intentions" group...

Michaels- Oh my g...are we seeing the rebirth of DI?!

Lang- We can't have this! Someone inform Prez Young...his life is in danger! Someone...ANYONE...come and put an end to this, I beg of you!

[Sandman rolls BBD out of the ring and then all three men; Drake, Post, and Sandman; slowly turn towards Epic Madrox. Madrox begins backing up towards the ropes, but then charges and is able to catch Post with a spear! Drake reaches down and tries to pull Madrox off of Post, but gets a thumb to his eye instead! As Madrox begins to stomp away at Drake, though...it seems that he forgot about one person, Mr. Sandman. As Erick Morgan looks at the chaos and calls for the bell, Sandman hooks Madrox from behind and hits him with "The Sandman Drop" ( Gets behind his opponent and hooks their arm.) After this, pulls the opponent's arm through thier legs and grabs it. He then procedes to lift them up onto his shoulder then drives them into the mat head/neck first.)! The bell sounds as Anson Drake, Mr. Sandman, and Post stand over BBD and Epic Madrox. They all exit the ring, and then walk down the entrance ramp.]

O'Hara- Ladies and gentlemen..due to outside interference from Mr. Sandman, the winners of this bout as the result of a disqualification are..."Ballistic " Bryan Deas and "The Revolution" Anson Drake!

Michaels: What the hell is going on around here?!?!?!

Lang: I dunno, but I like it!

(The WFW-tron comes to life and shows the backstage area of the Pepsi Center. The camera is centered on the back of "The Chosen One" Seth Stevens as he makes his way through the corridors, obviously in search of someone. He can be heard mumbling under his breath as he cotninues past various doors before finally coming to a stop in front of the one marked, "Adam Masterson". Stevens is about to reach for the handle when the door flies open and Pete Harris stumbles out, cookie crumbs and all. In his rush, Pete bumps into Seth, smearing a piece of chocolate cake on the shirt of Seth. Seth takes a step back and looks down at his chest in disgust. He removes some of the chocolate off with his hand and then whipes his hand on the shoulder of Harris.)

Pete Harris: Hey hey, watch the shirt, this is 100% vinyl!

(Seth stares blankly at Pete.)

Seth Stevens: That's great. Anyway fat ass, where the hell is your little friend Adam? I am looking for him.

Pete Harris: Serge Stevens looking for Adam, I LOVE IT! Ha, looking to get your ass beat or what, Serge?

(Seth leans forward and stares into Pete's face with a look of disgust.)

Seth Stevens: What the hell did you just call me tubby?

Pete Harris: Ha ha, threatening voices, I LOVE IT! I just said, you looking to get your ass beat again by Masterson or what? hell, it wouldn't be the first time either Serge.

Stevens: Seth

Harris: Serge

Stevens: SETH!

Harris: Right. It wouldn't be the first time Serge. I think you should stay away from the guys I manage, seems to me that they keep kicking your ass from top to bottom, left to right. Fang, Scorpion, Adam.

Stevens: What th...what the hell are you talking about, you retard? None of them have ever even faced me!

Harris: Can't handle the truth? Ha ha. Denial, I Lo...

Stevens: That's it you pudgy bastard!

(Seth lands a hard punch right to the nose of Pete Harris, and he drops like a bag of bricks. Seth reaches down and grabs Pete by the hair and rams him head first into the wall. Harris falls onto his back as he violently begins to swing his arms and legs. Whether he is trying to get up, or actually fight back remains unknown. Seth begins to stomp the large stomach of Harris as Pete begins to yell out in pain as he continues to squirm like a fish out of water. Chosen One then lands a hard kick to the only part of Pete's body not protected by a layer of fat, his ribs. Pete rolls over onto his knees and tries to get up as Chosen One continues to stomp on him. Just then, Y2Jay walks by with Ayumi hitched onto his arm. Jay looks over at the beating and shrugs before continuing to walk by, but he is stopped by Pete Harris who calls out to him.)

Pete Harris: Hey look Serge, a wash-up and his hooker. Sucky sucky? HA HA, I love it!

(Jay abruptly stops and turns his head to Pete. Seth has stopped stomping Pete in the meantime and is looking down at him as well.)

Y2Jay: What the hell did you just spit out of that filthy mouth of yours you disgusting pork rind? Do not tell me that you not only called myself a "wash-up", that you called Ayumi a...a..."hooker"!?

(Jay turns to Ayumi as he eases his duffle bag of his shoulder.)

Y2Jay: Ayumi, hold this for a second would you.

(Ayumi raises an eyebrow as she grabs the bag. Jay walks over to Pete and stands over him for a moment He nods to Seth Stevens and then kicks Pete full force in the jaw. Seth and Jay turns to one another again before beginning to walk away from the fallen Pete. Meanwhile, Harris covers his mouth with one of his chubby hands as a bit of blood trickles out between his fingers. Pete then speaks.)

Harris: Ha ha, scared of my physique, I LOVE IT! Anyway, what is this supposed to be? Some sort of "Dangerous" (waves hands in the air and rolls eyes) reunion, HA HA.

(The two men stop and turn back to Harris. Jay leans sideways to Stevens.)

Jay: Does Cletus over here ever shut up?

Seth: No, not that I can recall.

Jay: Right, well then. (Turning to Ayumi) I will be just a moment longer Ayumi.

(They both walks back to Pete and drag him to his feet by the hair. Jay stares into the beady little eyes of Pete before uttering the words:)

Jay: PRECICELY!

(With that, Jay rams his knee into the monstrous stomach of Harris as Seth comes down with his fists on the back of Harris' head. The two proceed to beat the living shit out of the fat bastard as the scene fades. Harris can be heard muttering more insults prior to the scene closing completely.)

O'Hara- Introducing first, he weighs in at 290 lbs. Standing at 6 feet, 5 inches and hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada. He is a member of "The Syndicate" and is "The Master of Pain"...Hades!

[The lights flicker for a moment then fade out. Leaving the fans in complete darkness as an uncomfortable hush falls over the crowd. A low whispering sound of wind can be heard, suddenly Hades theme kicks in as a black light fills the arena, after a few second Hades makes his way out as images of the "Master of Pain" are shown on the large Titan Tron over head. Hades dressed in his normal ring attire, dark brown leather trench coat, black leather pants, and boots. He carries with him the trademark gold plated kendo stick in his right hand. Hades makes his way down the isle way paying no attention to the fans as he remains focused on the task at hand. Once at ring side Hades rolls under the bottom rope then kneels up near the center of the ring. Hades takes a look around before standing up. He take a few steps back to place himself in the middle of the ring where he shoots his right arm up into the air holding the kendo stick up high, with that, a huge bang goes off as the lights return to normal. The camera moves in for a close up as Hades removes his coat and hands the kendo stick to a stagehand. Hades wears a pair of elbow length fingerless gloves that hides this elbow pads and stops just blow his bi-ceps. The cameraman moves in for a closer look, we get a clear look at Hades blue cat like eyes. Hades then returns to the middle of the ring where he waits for his opponent.]

O'Hara- And his opponent, he weighs in at 257 lbs. Standing at 6 feet, 3 inches and hailing from Washington, D.C. He is also a member of "The Syndicate" and is "The Phenom"...Ravage!

[The arena goes pitch black, except for the camera flashes here and there. "Stigmata" by the Ministry begins to blare from the speakers as the 'boos' from the crowd increase. On the WFW-tron, the red-lettered words 'FEARLESS', 'PHENOM', then 'RAVAGE', strobe in between clips of past action and matches. As the music reaches its peak, the lights come back on to reveal Ravage standing in the ring.(He can appear anywhere in ring.) Once Ravage appears, Hades immediately charges and tackles him to the mat, going after him with numerous right and lefts while Ravage tried to cover up and referee Chris Reed hurriedly calls for the bell, starting the match.]

Michaels- Hades showing that he's not giving to give his partner Ravage any grouds here, he jumped right to the offensive.

Lang- Hell Joey...what did you expect? After all, it was Donna who put Athena into the hospital just one short week ago! And with all of the tension between these...it was bound to come to a head sooner or later.

Michaels- Heh...you said "head"!

Lang- Oi...I'm not sure who I'm sitting next to, Beavis or Butt-Head...

[Hades is still on top of Ravage, pounding away at him, until Reed makes the four count and forces Hades to let Ravage up. Hades backs up, but he never takes his eyes off of Ravage and, once Ravage is on his feet, Hades immediately charges him again...but this time, Ravage uses his veteran smarts to counter with a drop toe-hold. Hades clutches his face and Ravage kips up before stomping away at Hades. Ravage then reaches down and tries to pull Hades up by his hair, but Hades lands a quick left to the midsection of Ravage and stuns him. Ravage is now doubled over as Hades rises to his feet and quickly lands a snap suplex on Ravage. Hades then rolls over and hooks the leg, trying to end the match quickly. Reed hits the mat and has the count, 1...Ravage easily kicks out. Hades tosses Ravage to the mat again and goes for another cover. Reed quickly drops and has the count, 1...Ravage easily kicks out again. Now frustrated, Hades pulls Ravage up by his hair and sends him face-first into the turnbuckle. Ravage clutches his face and staggers back towards the center of the ring while Hades bounces off of the ropes, perpendicular to that of Ravage's position, and catches "The Phenom" with a huge running lariat.]

Michaels- What power shown by Hades right there.

Lang- Indeed, seems that he caught Ravage with his pants down...make that his head down, or something. Meh...

Michaels- You said it again!

Lang- ...Microphone, 60 dollars. Cheap Suit, 10 dollars. The immaturity of an idiot commentator...priceless.

Michaels- Heh.

[Hades moves over towards the downed Ravage and locks a rear chin lock in. The crowd boos as Hades chokes the life out of Ravage, whose breath grows shorter with every passing moment. After about 15 seconds, Ravage seems to grow unresponsive. Reed then moves over to check Ravage and grabs his arm. Reed raises the arm, it drops once. Reed raises the arm again, it drops for a second time. Reed raises the arm for the final time...it drop...NO! Ravage stops his arm from falling at the last possible second! Hades looks surprised, and tries to cinch the hold in even more, but Ravage is squirming and fighting his way towards the ropes and eventually makes it. Hades holds on through Reed's four count, and breaks the hold right before Reed DQ's him. Hades pulls Ravage to his feet and grabs him by the arm before sending him across the ring with the Irish Whip. Hades drpos his head prematurely as he goes for a back body drop. But, the veteran Ravage sees Hades' mistake and drops to his back as he runs towards Hades. Once he drops, he catches Hades with a sharp short uppercut and stuns him. Hades instinctively reaches for his face and Ravage grabs his ankles before rolling through into a Boston Crab! Hades quickly scampers towards the ropes and grabs onto them, but Ravage doesn't let go until Reed forcefully pulls him off of Hades. Ravage quickly turns around and lands a few quick stomps onto Hades before pulling him to his feet by his hair. Ravage then clutches Hades by the neck and delivers a high-angle vertical suplex and actually pulls Hades towards the canvas, increasing the force of the fall. Ravage then quickly rolls over and cover Hades with the lateral press. Reed hits the mat and has the count, 1...2...Hades gets the shoulder up!]

Michaels- These two are keeping right up with one another, it's been back and forth the whole time.

Lang- What else did you expect? In "The Syndicate"...everyone is a potential champion!

Michaels- Then why aren't one of these two facing Revolution tonight?

Lang- Erm...it must be that Young is using Lancer to soften the Champ up! Yeah, that's it!

Michaels- Oi...no comment.

[Ravage pulls Hades to his feet and sends him into the turnbuckle with the Irish Whip. Hades hits hard and is stunned. Ravage lines up across the ring from Hades and charges with an attempt at an avalanche, but Hades quicky moves out of the way and slams Ravage face-first into the turnbuckle! Ravage hits very hard and staggers back towards the center of the ring...while this happens, Hades lines Ravage up and drops him with a crushing Super Kick. Ravage hits the canvas and isn't moving...Hades sees this and a malicious grin comes over his face as he stares at Ravage and then looks at the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos immensely as Hades moves over towards the turnbuckle and ascends it. After taking one last look at Ravage, Hades comes flying off with the "Bat Out of Hell" (Frog Splash)...but Ravage rolls out of the way and Hades catches nothing but canvas! Both men are feeling the effects of the match to this point, and neither one of them is moving either. Reed begins the ten count, 1...2...3...4...Ravage begins to stir...6...7...Ravage rolls over and drapes an arm over Hades. Reed hits the mat and has the count, 1..2...Hades gets his foot on the bottom rope! Ravage slowly pulls himself to his feet using the ropes and reaches for Hades, but Hades retaliates with a thumb to the eye and temporarily blinds Ravage. As Ravage staggers back a few steps, Hades charges with an attempted running lariat but Ravage hooks his arm, ducks underneath it, and hits the "Silencer" (Impailer)! Ravage rolls over, hooks Hades' leg, and has the pin. Reed with the count, 1...2...3! Ravage has beaten Hades in the battle of "The Syndicate"!  As Ravage rises to his feet, a man suddenly comes running out of the audience with a bat...it's "All Fucking That", Jeff Harris! Harris slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and begins stomping away at Hades while Ravage joins him! Ravage picks Hades up and locks his arms from behind while AFT drives the blunt end of the bat into his midsection! Ravage then pushes Hades towards AFT, who hits the "Fate of Doom" (Fameasser)! AFT and Ravage stomp away at Hades until he's able to roll out of the ring...and then they shake hands and embrace as "Cold" by Static X begins to blare over the arena's PA system. Ravage and Harris exit to numerous boos from the audience.]

O'Hara- Here is your winner via pinfall..."The Phenom", Ravage!

(The camera focuses on the cage, which is slowly being lowered down to the arena floor from the rafters.)

Jack O'Hara: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following CAGE MATCH where victory can be attained by climbing out of the cage or by pinfall, and is for the WFW Intercontinental Title!!! Introducing first, representing The Underground. He stands at 6'2" and weighs in at 235 lbs…hailing from Destin, Florida…he is ADAM MASTERSON!!!

(The lights switch off simultaneously as a large explosion of pyrotechnics occurs on the stage. The fans jump to their feet as "Walk" by Pantera begins to play. As Adam Masterson's jumbo-tron video is shown, the fans get louder and louder till the song goes to the main part as Adam Masterson appears. Adam pours some water over his head and drinks a bit, then throws the bottle into the crowd. He acknowledges the fans' roaring ovation as he makes his way to the ring. Adam climbs up the cage and stands on top, acknowledging the fans and taking in the cheers.)

Jack O'Hara: And the challenger, making his WFW return. He stands at 6'2" and weighs in at 235 lbs…hailing from Nashville, Tennessee…he is "THE CHOSEN ONE" SETH STEVENS!!!

(The lights dim and the crowd goes silent. There is a sudden flash of light and a loud thunderous explosion. "The Chosen One" flashes across the screen as "Superstar" by Saliva fills the arena. Small star-like flashes of multi-colored light pierce the arena. Then there is a series of huge pyro explosions in the entranceway as "The SuperStar" Seth Stevens steps out from behind the smoke. The SuperStar wears a black 'Superstar' t-shirt and his silver and gold wrestling tights. He slowly walks to the ring as the pyros in the entranceway come to a close. Seth Stevens walks over to the steel steps next to the door and rips off his shirt. He then steps into the cage and looks straight at Adam Masterson.)

Michaels: And here is the return match for "The Chosen One" Seth Stevens, who is back in WFW after disappearing a few months ago.

Lang: Damn…Masterson is an idiot.

Michaels: What?

Lang: He let Rachel Rivers go!!! What the hell is this guy's problem? Who am I supposed to ogle at during the match now?

Michaels: Ugh…

(Masterson and Stevens lock up and the slightly more muscular Masterson backs Stevens into the corner. He hits Stevens with a few knees to the gut before connecting with a few hard right hands to Steven's jaw. The ref gets Masterson off and warns him about the closed fist, distracting him. As Masterson's shifts his attention back to Stevens, Seth runs out of the corner and clotheslines him to the mat. Seth kicks Adam in the back a few times before dragging him up and Irish whipping him. As Masterson rebounds, Seth goes for a clothesline, Adam ducks, runs to the opposite rope, but Stevens catches him coming back with a sleeper hold!!! Masterson tries to fight it, but can't. He backs up against the rope and throws Seth off, then catching him with a hurricanrana!!!)

Michaels: Adam Masterson may be a heavyweight now, but he can still pull off the cruiserweight maneuvers!!!

Lang: Yeah!!! Let's go Masterson!!!

Michaels: I thought you were against him?

Lang: Ahh…shut up Michaels…

(Masterson stomps on Seth a few times and then drags him up. He lifts up Stevens, and drops him with a vertical suplex. He then runs to the ropes, rebounds, and lands on Stevens' chest with a mini Swanton Bomb!!! Seth rolls away, trying to catch his breath. As Masterson goes after him, Seth low blows Adam and drops him with a DDT!!! Stevens gets to his feet starts going to work. He stomps on Adam's legs a few times. He then applies the Twisting Fate on Masterson, who begins growling in pain!!! Seth pulls back, almost as if he was trying to break Masterson's leg. Finally, Seth releases the hold and tries to pick Masterson up, but Adam breaks free and tries to hit Stevens with a spin kick, but Seth sidesteps, catches Masterson's leg in midair and applies a figure four leglock!!! Masterson growls in pain once more, as Stevens begins to apply more pressure.)

Michaels: Seth Stevens is using quite a smart strategy here. He's taking out Masterson's powerful legs, as they are a pivotal part of Adam's offensive arsenal.

Lang: Well…Seth Stevens is the Chosen One!!! He'll destroy Masterson and take his title!!!

Michaels: There you go changing sides again…

(Masterson tries to roll over and reverse the submission, but Stevens fights it. Finally, Masterson rolls over and reverses the figure four, making Seth growl in pain!!! Seth releases the hold and crawls over to the corner, as Masterson crawls to the opposite one, trying to use it as support to stand up. Seth is finally up, he runs at Masterson who is slightly up as well, but Masterson sidesteps, grabs Seth's hair and throws his face straight into the cage!!! Seth lands on the floor covering his cheek. Masterson then drags Seth up and throws him into the cage again!!! As Seth rebounds, Masterson kicks Stevens in the stomach, hooks his arms, and drops him with the Bitter End!!! Masterson falls back into the corner and catches his breath, not capitalizing on the fallen Seth Stevens. Adam slowly gets up and starts climbing the cage.)

Michaels: Masterson is climbing the cage and Stevens is still down!!!

Lang: Come on!!! Get up, SuperStar!!!

(Seth Stevens is now up and he sees Masterson trying to climb the cage. He runs over, and grabs on to Adam's leg. Masterson kicks at Seth, who is now climbing up the cage as well. The two trade fists hanging from the cage, finally, they both fall off!!! Seth is the first up, and he begins to climb the cage again, but Adam, once on his feet, charges hard and throws himself at the cage, causing Seth to fall down on top of the turnbuckle. Adam gets on the top turnbuckle, sets up Stevens, and sends him crashing into the mat with The Plunge off the top rope!!! He goes for the cover 1…2…3!!!)

Jack O'Hara: Here is your winner, and the Still WFW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION…ADAM MASTERSON!!!

(Adam grabs the belt from the ref and exits the ring. He walks back up the ramp, keeping his eyes on Stevens, who is now up and staring back at him.)

(The camera cuts back to a locker room, where seldom-seen wrestler asylum is sitting in a chair, her head down and her elbows rested on her knees. An older Japanese gentleman is standing beside her, wearing a black & red traditional kung fu uniform. The fans cheer at her rare appearance.)

asylum: Satoshi-san, I think I have failed you.

Satoshi: How so, child?

asylum: I have lost the will to fight, to grapple. I'm afraid that I may have lost my love of wrestling.

Satoshi: Nonsense. You wallow in your pity making excuses for your laziness. I should rap you across the legs with a bamboo limb like I did during your training for such insolence. I hope you did not ask me here so that I may give you my sympathy. That will not happen.

asylum: I didn't bring you here for your sympathy, Satoshi-san. I only want your guidance.

Satoshi: If it is guidance you seek, then it is guidance I can provide. You say that you have lost something? What do you do when you lose something? You go back to the beginning of your path to look for it. That is what you need to do, child.

(asylum sits there and ponders Satoshi's words for a second, then her eyes lights up and she sits straight up in her chair.)

asylum: I know what I have to do. Satoshi-san, thank you, thank you very much. I have to go now and make some arrangements. I'm sorry, but we're going to have to cut your visit short. However, I will be in touch with you very soon.

(asylum bolts out of the room as Satoshi looks on with a smile on his face. The camera cuts back to the announce table.)

Lang: What the fu-

Michaels: That was bizarre, indeed. I wonder what asylum was talking about.

Lang: Who knows? Nobody's really seen her since she lost to Ravage at Sin City. Oh well, onto the main event.

O'Hara: Our next and final bout is for one fall, and is for the WFW World Title! First, coming to the ring, the special guest referee for this bout, Y2JAY!

("Back In Black" by AC/DC begins to pound through the speakers as practically everyone in the arena gets on their feet. White lights flashes quickly throughout the arena as Y2Jay's WFW-tron video rolls clips of his past action. Seconds later, Y2Jay, wearing a referee's shirt and Ayumi-chan, wearing a black pin-stripe business suit with an extremely short skirt, walk out onto the stage together. The audience gives a mixed reaction and begins to take pictures as Ayumi-chan raises Y2Jay's arm in the air, before they walk down the ramp. Y2Jay heads into the ring, as Ayumi-chan makes her way around the ring, toward the announce table.)

Michaels: What is she doing out here?!

Lang: Relax Joey. You should never turn down the opportunity to speak to a woman, especially since you get so few of them.

(Ayumi-chan grabs a headset and sits down next to Lang, looking at him and Michaels suspiciously.)

Lang: Greetings, Ayumi-chan. Wel-come to our an-nounce ta-ble.

Ayumi-chan: You smell like rotted eggs.

Michaels: Ahahahaha.

Ayumi-chan: And you, you're a girly man.

Michaels: …

O'Hara: Next, coming to the ring, the challenger, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 267 lbs., 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 entranceway, 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.)

O'Hara: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 290 pounds, 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 of the isle way to a huge reception. She looks at the entryway, as Revolution walks out wearing his World Title over his shoulder, to another huge ovation. They walk down the isle way together, and enter the ring. After a moment the music fades away and Revolution stares his opponent. Revolution gives his belt to Kristi and she steps out of the ring.)

Michaels: This is the match we've all been waiting for.

Lang: I have to admit, even I am interested in this match. What about you, Ayumi-chan? You have a personal favorite in this match?

Ayumi-chan: How does Revolution say? "Meh."

(The bell rings and the action gets underway. Y2Jay steps back allowing Revolution to move in and get Lancer in a side headlock. He cinches it in a couple of times before Lancer shoves him off and into the ropes. As Rev comes back, Lancer hits him with an elbow to the chest that causes him to stagger back. Lancer grabs Revolution's arm, wrenches it, and snaps it down, sending Revolution down on one knee. Revolution winces and tries to reach over with his free arm to free himself. Lancer tugs at the arm until Revolution manages to make it back to his feet. He pushes Lancer against the ropes, forcing him to let go of the arm. Rev gets in a couple of punches before backing off. Chris runs at Revolution, only to get back body-dropped for his efforts. Revolution turns around and looks down at Lancer. He then steps on Chris' chest, and slowly steps off. Lancer clutches his chest as he gasps for breath. Revolution drops down to his knees and proceeds to choke the remaining breath out of Lancer. Y2Jay intervenes and makes Rev stop. Revolution gets up and gets in Jay's face, while Jay explains his decision. Revolution turns around right as Lancer comes charging at him. Chris drives a shoulder into Revolution's gut that forces him into the corner, just as Y2Jay escape their path. Lancer backs up a bit and delivers three consecutive vicious knife-edge chops to Revolution's bare chest, the last one leaving an obvious red mark. Chris follows up with a couple of shoulder thrusts before climbing up on the second rope, holding Revolution's head back with one hand, and forming a fist with the other.)

Michaels: Man, Lancer really has Revolution stunned right now.

Lang: Yeah, what a champion we have.

Ayumi-chan: They almost squashed Jay-chan!

(Chris looks out into the audience for a second before bringing his fist down on Rev's forehead, but Revolution blocks it and shoves Lancer back-first onto the canvas! Revolution hops up on the second turnbuckle and leaps off, connecting with a legdrop across Lancer's chest. He goes for a quick pin; Jay counts, 1…2…kickout! Revolution gets up and looks over at Y2Jay before getting to his feet. He reaches down and pulls Lancer up, then presses him over his head and dropping him onto his face on the mat as he steps forward. Revolution takes his time pulling Lancer up again. He whips lancer into the ropes, but Chris reverses it, and upon Revolution's return, Lancer hits him with a desperation back elbow. Both men fall to the mat. Jay steps in between the tow men and starts to count both of them out. Revolution and Lancer both gradually make it up and when they do, they begin to trade punches. Right by Revolution, right by Lancer, right by Rev, countered with three rights by Lancer in a row. Chris whips Revolution into the ropes and when he comes back, locks on the Isolation Lock! Revolution flails his arms trying to escape, but it does little good as he appears to fade fast. Y2Jay steps in and lifts Rev's arm into the air once and lets go; its drops to his side. Jay does it a second time with the same result; he does it once more, ready to call the match, when Revolution shoots his arm up in the air, much to Jay's and Chris' surprise. Revolution reaches over his head and leans forward at the same time, giving Lancer a snapmare that gets him out of the hold. As Lancer sits on the mat, Revolution punches the side of his head from behind a couple of times. He then backs up and quickly bounces off the ropes, hitting Chris with a knee to the back of the head. Revolution then yanks Lancer up to his feet and tosses him into the ropes. When he bounces back, Rev connects with Hell's Wrath, sending Chris back down to the mat. Revolution then strikes a funny "Bruce Lee-esque" martial arts pose that gets the crowd hyped, before going over and climbing the turnbuckles. He looks back at Lancer, who's lying on his back near the center of the ring, before turning around. Rev leaps off and hits Chris with The Bloodline! He goes for the immediate pin; Jay counts, 1…2…shoulder up! Revolution can't believe it as he sits back and looks at Y2Jay again.)

Lang: Chris Lancer actually kicked out of The Bloodline!

Michaels: Revolution looks like he's questioning Y2Jay's ability to count.

Ayumi-chan: Jay-chan knows how to count! He's no Bryan Deas hillbilly.

(Revolution gets to his feet and waits for Lancer to do the same. Rev gives Lancer a quick shot to the gut, before hooking his arm, and lifting him up for a stalling brainbuster. Chris slides off of Revolution's back, though and before Rev can react, Chris hits him with a reverse ddt. Chris brings Revolution back up and starts a barrage of punches, the last one which sends Revolution hard into the corner. When he bounces back, Chris ducks a feeble clothesline attempt, and wraps his arm across Rev's neck and shoulder. He looks around for a second, then drops Revolution with a Lethal Downfall! Somehow, Revolution makes it woozily back to his feet, and as soon as he does, Chris drops him with a Final IMPACT! Chris goes for the pin; Jay drops to count, 1…2…kickout! Now it's Lancer who's in a state of disbelief.)

Michaels: To say that both these men want to win badly would be an understatement.

Lang: Simply unbelievable. Both men have kicked out of each other's finishers.

Ayumi-chan: Yay, Jay-chan!

(Chris gets up and pulls Revolution up, too. He gets Revolution in a standing armbar, then walks him over to the corner. Lancer carefully climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and leaps off in a Silencer X attempt, but Revolution springs to life and yanks Lancer toward him, connecting with a nasty clothesline that almost flips Lancer. Revolution pushes himself up to his feet and backs up toward the center of the ring, motioning for Chris to come toward him. Chris gets up, turns and staggers right into Revolution's waiting arms. Rev lifts Lancer up onto his shoulders, ten swings him forward and drops him with a Death Rattle as the crowd goes crazy! Revolution flops forward and hooks one of Lancer's legs for the pin; Jay goes for the count, 1…2…...3! The bell rings and "Uplift" begins to play.)

O'Hara: Winner of this match, and STILL WFW World Champion, REVOLUTION!

(Y2Jay hands Revolution his belt and raises his arm in victory. They smile at each other for a second until Jay drops Revolution with a lariat, causing him to drop the belt. He begins stomping away at Revolution's tired body, then lifts him up and rags him over to the corner. Jay grabs Rev's head and delivers an Acoustic Equalizer right onto the World title as the fans start to 'boo'! By this time, Chris Lancer gets up, with an angry look on his face. He walks up behind Y2Jay and spins him around as the audience cheers. He shoves him and points down at Revolution's lifeless body. Lancer then starts stomping on the defenseless Revolution! Kristi then runs away, up the ramp as Jay walks over and asks for a microphone.)

Michaels: What the hell is going on?!?!?!

Lang: Apparently Chris Lancer and Y2Jay have formed some kind of alliance. Ayumi-chan, do you know, Ayumi-chan?

(Ayumi-chan, having already left her seat, gets a microphone and hands it to Jay. Jay walks back to the center of the ring and looks toward the entrance.)

Y2Jay: Dangerous Intentions…come on down!

(All of the lights go out in the building for a second and "Fucking Hostile" by Pantera begins to plays. The WFW-tron comes to life with the words "Dangerous Intentions" flashing over shots of clips of Y2Jay, Chris Lancer, Anson Drake, Post, Seth Stevens, and Mr. Sandman are shown in succession, followed by shots of each wrestler in action. The lights come back on and Anson, Seth, Post, and Mr. Sandman are standing on the stage, bathed in a green light. They casually walk down to the ramp and get into the ring as the fans jeer them. The music halts.)

Michaels: This can't be good. Of all the lowdown, despicable…

Lang: Shhh! I think Y2Jay's about to say something.

Y2Jay: Ladies, and gentlemen, may I present to you, for your viewing pleasure, the newest and best version of DANGEROUS INTENTIONS!

(All six men proceed to stomp away at Revolution like a pack of wild dogs. Seconds later, Kristi is seen coming out of the entranceway dragging Adam Masterson behind her, much to the fans approval.)

Michaels: finally, some sort of reinforcements.

Lang: It's stupid, if you ask me. It's still 6 on 2, or three if you count Kristi.

(Adam runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, with Kristi not far behind. Seth, Post, and Anson turn their attention toward him immediately, not even giving him a chance to make it to his feet. Adam tries to valiantly fight back, but its no use. He's far too out-numbered. Mr. Sandman grabs Kristi, only to get slapped by her. He responds by backhanding her to the mat. Ayumi-chan, who's made her way into the ring by now, digs a spiked heel into Kristi's back as she lays there, unconscious. Meanwhile, Post and Seth lift Adam to his feet, so that Anson can hit him with Sweet Vengeance. All six men and Ayumi-chan then pose together in front of the lifeless bodies of Masterson, Revolution and Kristi as the fans 'boo' louder than ever. "Fucking Hostile" begins to play again as they pose and joke around with each other. The camera cuts briefly to the announce table.)

Lang: D.I. is back!

Michaels: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now truly hell on earth in the WFW.

(The camera shoots back over to the ring where the Dangerous Intentions members are raising each other's arms in the air. The show goes off the air.)