(The WFW logo flashes onto the screen with a blue thunder and lightning motif. The PPV Promo introduction then shows various clips and still shots in black and white of the early days of the Dangerous Intentions/WFW President Franklin war whilst a very eerie choir is heard singing in the background. It ends on a colour shot of a jubilant "All Natural" Nick Kelly holding up the WFW World Title belt. The shot then fades to gray as the dismayed voice of WFW Announcer Joe Michaels is heard, quiet at first but gradually becoming louder.)

"What the Hell? Nick Kelly is WFW World Champion, but the war for domination in this promotion has only just begun!"

(Clips of Franklin and his cronies beating on Nick Kelly and DI are then shown, with the crowd noise muted out for an added effect as Franklin's voice booms over the violent clips.)

"Nick Kelly, I guarantee that with God as my witness, your title reign will be the shortest in WFW history!"

(The 'shortest in WFW history' part quietly repeats itself over and over again as an echo. The still shot of Franklin laughing over the body of Nick Kelly then fades from colour to gray as all of a sudden, it cracks like a mirror when a fist strikes it! A lightning effect then fills the screen and in the mirror, we see an intense looking Nick Kelly looking up and staring at his own image in the cracked, bloodstained mirror. The scene freezes on that one shot as a heart beat is heard until the lightning effect fills the screen again and the camera fades to black.)

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(The dynamic voiceover is heard as the closing guitar riff from "November Rain" By Guns and Roses explodes on the soundtrack.)

"And now, WFW presents the 2002 King of the Death Matches live on Pay Per View, live from the sold out Kiel Center in St. Louis, Missouri!"

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(The camera switches inside the Arena, where the entrance way has been transformed into a tribute to the great death matches, hardcore and extreme matches and superstars of the past. A fiery inferno surrounds both ends of the ramp. The WFW-Tron appears to be suspended with the aid of ladders, pieces of cages and barbed wire. On either side of the WFW-Tron is images of a few hardcore legends. On the left of the WFW-Tron are cracked, framed images of Cactus Jack, Terry Funk and Atushi Onita with a massive image of WFW President Mike Franklin. To the right is a massive image of "All Natural" Nick Kelly, followed by smaller images of W*ing Kanemura, Sabu and Abdullah The Butcher. Blood-soaked bandages are also hanging from the bottom of the framed images of the hardcore legends. A colossal explosion is heard up in the rafters up in the ring as red pyros shoot down to the WFW-Tron repeatedly. These are followed by short pyros rapidly shooting up from the entrance ramp. The lights then come back on in the Arena as the fans scream and cheer. The camera focuses on a selection of signs including "DI=RIP", "A.F.T is G.A.Y", "Penthouse Needs Isabella", "Rachel Rivers is a crack whore", "Where's Jimmy James?", "Asylum 3:16", "Stan is a fat, bald b*stard" and finally, "Bryan Deas is my daughter". The music volume goes down a bit as the camera goes to the Announce Table with "The Professor" Joe Michaels and "The Mouth" Jimmy Lang.)

Michaels: It's do or die time for "All Natural" Nick Kelly as we bring you WFW King of the Death Matches on Pay Per View! Myself and Jimmy Lang have waited some time for this showdown between the owner of WFW and the current WFW World Champion in a Street Fight nonetheless!

Lang: Hot damn, you know what that means? No Disqualification, Michaels! That means one of Franklin's many associates can interfere and take out Nick Kelly just like Franklin has been promising they would! Kelly's World Title reign is coming to hit a huge roadblock here tonight!

Michaels: It also means that Dangerous Intentions can interfere on the behalf of Nick Kelly.

Lang: Dangerous Intentions... Dangerous Intentions... Nope, don't know of any Dangerous Intentions in WFW, unless you're talking about those of President Franklin!

Michaels: Oh, please.

Lang: What? DI's dead! You know, I know it and if Nick Kelly wants to survive, he should know it!

Michaels: You don't know if DI's dead! That hasn't been proven yet!

Lang: Well, it might be tonight...

(Suddenly, the arena goes pitch black, except for the camera flashes here and there. "No You Don't" by the Nine Inch Nails begins to blare from the speakers as the cheers 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. The crowd gives a decent reaction as Ravage turns his head in the direction of Michaels and Lang. He steps back through the ropes, pulls up a chair at the Announce Table and grabs a Headset.)

Lang: What do you think you're doing?

Ravage: Cram it, Hamster Cheeks!

(Michaels laughs himself into a convulsion.)

Lang: I'll have you know that these are relaxed cheek muscles!

(Michaels falls off of his chair, still laughing.)

Ravage: Hey, if you wanna step inside my ring after this first match and let me kick your ass about it, I'd be glad to.

Lang: ... Ah... Let's go to Jack O'Hara...

(Michaels is shown on the floor, twitching before the camera goes to the ring.)

Jack O’Hara: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, he hails from Calgary, Alberta, Canada and he weighs at 290 lbs. He calls himself the Master of Pain, he is Hades!!!!!

(Bad Omens Theme hits as Hades comes to the ring with a serious look on his face as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.)

Jack O’Hara: Now, introducing his opponent, he hails from Detroit, Michigan and he weighs at 243 lbs, he calls himself The Raging Inferno, I give you Scott Blaze!!!!!!!!

(One Step Closer by Linkin Park hits as Blaze comes through the curtain and enters the arena then all of a sudden, Hades comes down to meet him as they fight near the crowd. Blaze grabs Hades and throws him over the steel barrier and they fight in the crowd. Blaze then slams Hades onto the floor. He gives Hades a legdrop as Hades is in pain.)

Michaels: What action, this is how you start off a PPV!!!

Lang: Action? What action? The match hasn’t started yet and the bell hasn’t rang.

Ravage: If you want action Lang, why don't you take up my offer?

Lang: Get bent.

Ravage: What?

Lang: I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!

(They continue to fight in the crowd. Blaze grabs a crowbar and hits Hades in the head with it. Erick Morgan pleads to Blaze to get this in the ring but then Blaze gets an evil looking smile on his face as he looks at the bloody head of Hades. He then grabs Hades and gives him the FireDrill onto the hard concrete floor.)

Michaels: OH MY GOD! THAT’S HARD CONCRETE!

Ravage: You think?

Lang: Chill out, Michaels. It’s only a match.

(Blaze then notices Ravage at the Announce Table. Ravage shouts something at him and Blaze retaliates with a punch to the face! A scuffle commences and security runs down to restrain the two men! They manage to grab Ravage and carry him away down the aisle. Meanwhile, Blaze grabs Hades and throws him over the steel barrier and right towards the ring. Blaze then comes right after Hades. He throws him back into the ring as Morgan finally calls for the bell.)

Michaels: Finally, the match is officially underway. But, how will Hades make a comeback in this match?

Lang: He won’t cause Blaze is one bad mother…

Michaels: Shut your mouth, Lang and lets call the match.

(Blaze then looks down at Hades who is bleeding and seems to be out. He then picks up Hades and gives him a high vertical suplex. He makes the cover but only get a 2 count. Blaze is telling Morgan that it was a slow count but Morgan says 2. Blaze then whips Hades into the turnbuckle. He then pounds on Hades into the corner and Erick Morgan tells him to stop. Blaze then argues with Morgan and then goes back to pound on Hades. Hades continues to bleed as Blaze uses his fists to pound on his forehead. Blaze then gives Hades a short arm clothesline. Blaze then telling the world that this match is over. He climbs to the top rope and gives Hades the FireBomb. He then gives up and gives the “thumbs down” to the crowd. He grabs Hades and gives him the Inferno. He covers Hades but Morgan only gets a 2 count. Blaze is in shock.)

Michaels: Oh my god, he kicked out. Maybe, Hades has some fight left in him.

Lang: No, the damn ref can’t even count to 3. That was a slow count.

(Blaze is telling Morgan that he was too slow. Then, Hades gives Blaze a low blow. Hades then slams Blaze to the mat. Hades is now going to the top rope and gives Blaze is Bat Out of Hell. Hades covers but only gets a 2 count. Then, Blaze is stunned and Hades gets ready to set up Blaze for the Last Breath but as Hades hooks it, Blaze gets Erick Morgan a low blow.)

Michaels: Now, that was a cheap shot.

Lang: What cheap shot? I didn’t see nothing.

(Blaze then turns Hades around and gives him the Light’s Out. Blaze covers but Morgan is still out and doesn’t make the count. Blaze then tries to wake up Morgan but while he is doing that, Hades goes to the outside and grabs a steel chair. Blaze finally gets Morgan up but then Hades comes running at Blaze with the steel chair but Blaze ducks and Hades hits Erick Morgan with the steel chair.)

Michaels: Oh my god, Morgan is down again.

Lang: That was uncalled for. Disqualify Hades!!!!!

(Blaze then grabs Hades and gives him the Light’s Out again. Then, he grabs the steel chair and places it in the center of the ring. He then grabs Hades and gives him the Inferno onto the steel chair. Blaze covers Hades but Morgan is still down. Then, all of a sudden, Anthony Feeney comes out and makes the 3 count. Anthony Feeney calls for the bell.

Jack O’Hara: The winner of this match, “The Raging Inferno” Scott Blaze!!!!

Michaels: Blaze has won it!!!!! He beat Hades!!!

Lang: Wait a minute, the Erick Morgan is getting to his feet.

(Morgan is telling Anthony Feeney, who made the count, something. Then they both talk to Jack O’Hara. Jack grabs the mic and speaks.)

Jack O’Hara: Ladies and gentlemen, I have been informed by both referees that both Hades and Blaze have been disqualified. Therefore, this match is a double disqualification so there is no winner in this contest!!!

Michaels: Wow, what a ruling and what a way to kick off the PPV.

Lang: That sucks!

Michaels: What is it with you and things sucking?

Lang: I like things that suck.

(Michaels stares at Lang.)

Michaels: PLEASE tell me you didn't just say that to a worldwide television audience?

Lang: They heard? Are we back on?

Michaels: Dammit, why am I the only straight Announcer in pro wrestling today?

Lang: I like things that are straight...

Michaels: Oh, shut up!

(The camera goes backstage where WFW President Mike Franklin is doing push-ups on the floor of his Executive Locker Room. The crowd can be heard booing. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door which prompts the President to stand up.)

Franklin: Come in.

(The door opens and the crowd boos even more when "Ballistic" Bryan Deas walks in. The two associates shake hands.)

Franklin: How can I help, Bryan?

Bryan Deas: Actually, there's a question I've been meaning to ask you since last night at that Bar we all went to to celebrate your World Title shot.

Franklin: And that is?

Bryan Deas: Well, did you mean it when you said I was the biggest disappointment in the history of this industry?

Franklin: ... No Bryan, I did not mean that.

Bryan Deas: Okay, cool. Just making sure. You'd had a little much to drink last night anyway. Oh, and I'll be backing you up, if you need assistance with Nick Kelly or DI.

Franklin: Bryan, DI is gone. Long gone. Jay is gone. Long gone. At the end of tonight, Nick Kelly will be gone as well. Then, I'll be back in full control.

Bryan Deas: Yeah, and then I'll be World Champion!

Franklin: ... No, I'LL be World Champion, because I'M the one getting the shot!

Bryan Deas: Yeah, but if you lose...

Franklin: Don't go there! It won't happen!

(Bryan Deas nods and leaves as Franklin returns to his exercises and the camera goes back to the Announce Table.)

Michaels: I'll tell you what, President Franklin seems very confident about his World title shot at the end of this evening!

Lang: Well, look at the facts: Franklin has Bryan Deas as back-up. Nick Kelly has no back-up, because there's no DI.

Michaels: What do you mean 'No DI'?

Lang: Does the phrase 'Broken up' mean anything to you?

Michaels: Not where DI's concerned. I'm sick of debating with you, can't we just get along?

Lang: No.

Michaels: ... Here's Jack O'Hara.

Jack O’Hara: Making his way to the ring, from Pensacola, Florida weighing in at 231 pounds he is the WFW Hardcore champion, The Tornado Adam Masterson!

(The arena-full of WFW fans focuses on the entryway as the lights dim to nothing and the camera switches from them to the WFW-Tron, to simply the video on the jumbotron. "Fat Lip" by Sum 41 begins to play as green spotlights and clear strobe lights come to life. The Adam Masterson entry video begins to play, starting off with a lifeline (or a human pulse) in green begins to flash across the screen, then, in front of it, an animated logo of "Tornado" begins, followed this being replaced on the screen by bright lights with an illumination of Adam Masterson and Rachel Rivers. Adam signaling the Pulse, and Rachel with her hands on her hips. The camera fades into the actual entry way, where two bright lights are pointed towards the entry way, where an illumination of Adam signaling the Pulse, and Rachel with her hands on her hips matching the images on the jumbotron. As the bright lights end, Adam and Rachel break their poses. The Tornado begins to walk to the ring with Rachel's arm in his. As the fans boo, Adam ignores them, and Rachel keeps a big smile on her face. Adam and Rachel reach the ringside area, and, holding onto her hand, Adam guides Rachel up the ring steps. Adam himself jumps onto the apron and sits down on the middle rope. The camera zooms in to Rachel's butt as she puts one leg through the ropes and slowly puts the other through. Adam, then, does a flip into the ring. The strobe lights stay off the ring, and a spotlight focuses on each Adam and Rachel. Adam steps up to the middle of the ring, and then walks forward to the ropes in front of him. He puts one leg on the bottom rope, and one on the middle rope, then signals the Pulse to the crowd. As this was happening, Rachel had walked over to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, stepped onto the bottom ropes, leaned forward, and blew a kiss to the fans. Both jump down and walk over to the same back right turnbuckle, where in front of it in the ring, some object is set up. Rachel stands on the middle rope as Tornado gets on the bottom rope, putting the two at eye level. Rachel signals the Pulse as Adam wraps his arms around her. As they do this, a wall of pyrotechnical explosions come out from the object on the ring behind them. Both jump down, and Adam pulls the bottom and middle ropes apart as Rachel steps through them. A member of the ring crew pulls the object that shot the pyros out of the ring as the lights go back to normal, and the camera shows the crowd for a moment.)

Jack O’Hara: And his opponent from Baltimore, MD weighing in at 185 pounds. asylum!

(The arena goes dark as Rob Zombie’s “Super beast” starts to play. On the screen a red biohazard symbol flashes across the screen against a black background. The symbol gets smaller until it is revealed to be inside the eye of asylum. When half of her face is revealed she gives a sly and evil grin. There is an explosion following and the screen flashes with video of asylum punishing previous victims. asylum then walks down the ramp, fists clenched, ready to spread her unique brand of pain. The fans give her a mixed reaction as she slides into the ring, both people look at each other, as the Lions Den cage is lowered down, attached to the top is a number of various weapons. The cage is surrounding the ring as the bell sounds. Adam goes straight on the offence with the clothesline, asylum gets up and kicks Adam in the knee then DDT’s him, she runs against the rope then kicks Adam in the side of the head. Adam gets up and picks up asylum, hitting her with a Gorilla Press Slam, he picks her up and whips her against the ropes then does a back body drop, asylum reverses by landing on her feet and doing a spinning kick to the back of the head, then hits him with a bulldog. asylum goes to the outside and starts to climb the cage, Adam watches on as she takes off a steel chair, she throws it at Adam then picks off a kendo stick and climbs down the cage. As asylum turns around she gets head in the head by the chair from Adam. Adam goes to the outside and brings asylum back in the ring, he follows by going to the top rope and hitting asylum with a corkscrew elbow drop, he gets up and locks her in the sharpshooter, asylum makes it to the ropes, breaking the hold Adam and asylum gets up and exchange knife hand chops the crowd make the weird “oooooh” noise as asylum hits Adam with the Dead Scream, Adam gets out of it and throws asylum to the outside once again, he follows and starts climbing the cage, he gets to the top and goes for a missile dropkick but asylum too starts climbing the cage, she gets to the top and they starts exchanging left and rights. asylum kicks Adam and DDT’s him, Adam falls outside of the cage landing hard on the ramp, asylum starts laughing as she picks up the weapons and throws them at Adam. Adam rolls off the ramp holding his back and tries to make it to his feet; asylum picks up a steel chair and throws it at Adam, Adam moves out of the way and runs at the cage hitting it with a shoulder block, asylum falls from the top of the cage landing and hitting in the middle of the ring, Adam climbs to the top of the cage and looks down at asylum then hits her with the Plunge, the crowd erupt in cheers as he goes for the pin, …1 …2 .. asylum kicks out Adam looks surprised and goes to the top rope and hits her with a top rope leg drop, He gets up and goes outside for the ring steps, asylum gets up and looks at Adam, as Adam throws the steps in the ring asylum puts her head back on the mat, Adam props asylum up on the turnbuckle then puts the ring steps in front of her, he goes to the other end of the ring then runs at her. asylum thinks that Adam is going for the steps so she throws the steps at him; Adam ducks the steps and hits her with the spear. He picks the steps back up and nails her over the head with them he then goes for the pin, …1 …2, asylum kicks out yet again as Adam gets pissed off. asylum makes it to her feet and goes for The Straight Jacket, Adam reverses it and hits her with a neckbreaker, He then takes her to the top rope and runs to the other end of the ring, He runs at her and does a jumping spear to the outside into the steel circle cage. Anthony Feeney starts to count, ……1 ……2 ……3 ……4 ……5 ……6 ……7 ……8, Adam gets to his feet and rolls into the ring. ……9 ……10!! The bell sounds as Fat Lip by Sum 41 starts up. Ravage runs down the ramp and climbs the cage, he does a top ‘cage’ Hurricanrana to Adam, the music stops as Ravage starts to beat Adam with a steel chair, Blaze and Jeff Harris run down the ramp and climb the cage Blaze climbs down and gets in the ring as Jeff waits on the top of the cage, Blaze turns Ravage around then Jeff does a top ‘cage’ dropkick to Ravage, asylum gets in the ring but only to get locked in the Chain Reaction by Jeff, Ravage breaks the hold and throws Jeff out of the ring Blaze turns Ravage around and hits him the FireDrill then throws him out of the ring, Adam Masterson gets up and hits asylum with the Funnel, Ravage and asylum make a hasty departure as Shout 2000 by Disturbed starts up.)

Jack O’Hara: The winner of this match and still WFW hardcore champion, Adam Masterson!!

Lang: WOW! That must have been the best match I have ever seen in a long time.

Michaels: That truly was a hardcore match at the least.

Lang: Well it looks like that The Innovators vs. Ravage and asylum has begun.

(The camera goes backstage where "Ballistic" Bryan Deas and Eryck Stone are standing by with Craig Wallabee.)

Craig Wallabee: I'm here with one of wrestling's most formidable teams ever, Eryck Stone and Bryan Deas and Stone, you and Malice are about to go at it for the WFW Cruiserweight title of which you are a former holder of.

Eryck Stone: Wallabee, answer me this: Who's the greatest WFW Cruiserweight Champion there's ever been?

Craig Wallabee: Well personally, I think it's Ma...

(Bryan Deas lifts Wallabee off of the ground by his collar slightly.)

Craig Wallabee: ... Eryck... Stone?

(Bryan Deas drops Wallabee.)

Eryck Stone: That's right. Malice, you may be the champion now, but you're going up against a man tonight who is way beyond any athlete you've ever come across. Your so-called 'great career' is about to be ended, along with that faction of losers Bad Omens. Here's a bad omen for you, Malice: I'm coming to take back my title and you won't be able to stop me!

(Craig Wallabee turns to Bryan Deas.)

Craig Wallabee: Bryan Deas, you've been on a mighty impressive winning streak thus far in WFW and you're the United States Champion, but tonight you're going up against "All F'k'n That" Jeff Harris, a man who's accomplished lots in his WFW tenure.

Bryan Deas: Everything that I do is impressive, Wallabee! My winning streak, my title defenses and the way I kick ass with ease! Jeff Harris, If you want to forfeit whilst you still can, I'll understand. Hell, it must be daunting knowing that you're going up against me, since I am...

(The camera then switches inside the Locker Room of Jeff Harris, who is watching the interview on a television with Gemma McFadden. He laughs slightly and turns off the television, before leaving the Room. The camera then returns to the ring.)

Jack O’Hara: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall with the WFW Cruiserweight title on the line. Introducing first, he is a member of the Bad Omens, brother to Hades "The Master of Pain", and your current Cruiserweight Champion! Malice!

(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 Bad Omens theme kicks in as a black light fills the arena, after a few second Malice makes his way out as images of the stable are shown on the large WFW-Tron over head. Malice is dressed in his normal ring attire, Leather jacket, a bad Omens T-shirt (deep purple t-shirt with a red thorn design around the sleeves), ripped part of long jean shorts, and black boots. Malice stops on top of the ramp way and strikes the Jesus Christ Pose. After this Malice runs down the isle way paying little attention to the fans as he remains focused on his match. Once at ring side Malice slides under the bottom rope then kneels up near the center of the ring. Malice takes a look around before jumping up. Malice runs and jumps up on the nearest turnbuckle and strikes the Jesus Christ Pose once again as huge explosions go off as the lights return to normal. Malice wears a pair of elbow length fingerless gloves that hides this elbow pads and stops just blow his biceps. Malice then jumps down and returns to the middle of the ring where he waits for his opponent.)

Jack O'Hara: And coming to the ring, the challenger to the title, partner to Bryan Deas, ex-Cruiserweight Champion, and general jackass! Here is Eryck Stone!!

(The WFW-Tron goes to static and then Make Yourself by Incubus blares over the speakers. The screen suddenly cuts to a video of Eryck Stone. Eryck Stone walks out and walks to the ring. He slides in and goes to one corner post and raises a fist to the crowd. He jumps down and turns to the opposite corner post and does the same thing. He then steps in the ring and tests the ropes before staring down his opponent. Anthony Feeney holds up the WFW Cruiserweight Title. The bell rings as he hand the belt to a ring side attendant. They back off and begin to circle around each other. Malice and Stone lock up in the center of the ring. Malice throws Stone into a headlock. He begins to wrench it. Stone lifts Malice up and tries to throw him off. Stone rolls forward and is whipped over by Malice. Stone jumps up and is met with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head by Malice. Stone stumbles backwards briefly. Malice tries for another roundhouse kick. Stone ducks this kick and jumps onto the shoulders of Malice as he has his back turned. Stone spins around to the front and takes Malice down with a Hurricanrana. He holds on for the pin 1…….2…….kick out. Stone stands up and Malice tries to get up. Stone dropkicks him in the face. Stone goes to Malice’s feet and locks Malice in the figure four. He begins to wrench the knee of Malice and Malice is screaming in pain. He is trying to reach the ropes but he can’t. Stone keeps pulling it harder and harder. Malice uses all his strength and flips himself over thus reversing the hold. Stone immediately lets the hold go and drags himself over to the ropes. Both wrestlers lay there for a couple seconds. Stone pulls himself up as Malice stands up. Malice charges forward and takes Stone out with a vicious clothesline. Malice jumps into the air and drops down with a leg drop across the throat of Stone. Malice makes the cover 1……..2…….foot on the ropes. Malice picks up Stone and whips him into the ropes. He waits and ties Stone up in a sleeper hold. Stone struggles to try and get out of the hold but he can’t. Anthony Feeney raises his arm once….it drops, twice……..it drops, three times……..IT STAYS UP! Stone begins to deliver elbows to the head of Malice. Malice lets go and Stone bounces off the opposite ropes. He rebounds back and spears Malice. He drives right through him and takes down Malice. He begins to pound away on the face of Malice. Malice tries to protect himself but he isn’t doing a great job. He tries to get his hands up. Feeney pulls Stone off of Malice and Stone looks pissed off. Stone shoves the Feeney and goes back to attacking Malice. Anthony Feeney catches Stone and holds him back. He threatens Stone with a DQ if he touches him again. Malice stands up behind Stone. Malice grabs stone and spins him around. Malice lands a hard right hand to the face of Stone. He hits him again and again. Stone is stumbling backwards. Malice grabs him and brings him over with a snap suplex. He rolls through and picks him up again. He stands him up and kicks him in the stomach. Malice turns around and nails him with The Guillotine. Malice lays there for a second and then rolls over onto Stone and drapes his arm over him. Feeney drops to his knees and makes the cover 1………2………….3. The bell rings and Malice stands up. Malice grabs his title and walks out.)

Jack O'Hara: The winner of this match via pinfall, Malice!

Michaels: Malice with the hard-earned victory!

Lang: There's no such thing! That was like two guys doing a ballet recital!

Michaels: How can you call Malice, a fantastic performer, and Stone, an unbelievable talent despite being a pain in the ass, ballerinas?

Lang: Because, they don't have what all great stars in this industry should have!

Michaels: What's that?

(Lang points to his face.)

Lang: THE CHEEKS!

Michaels: Lang, nobody has cheeks like those.

Lang: Exactly! Jimmy Lang is the industry legend! I don't need no wrestling ability, heavy rock theme music or even a stupid catchphrase! I HAVE THE CHEEKS!

(The camera tries to zoom in on Lang's cheeks, but can't fit them on screen. Thus, the camera returns to normal focus.)

("Voices" by Disturbed hits as the lights go out. Flashing words saying "Stunning Stan" "+" "All F'k'n That" "=" "That F'n Stunning" White pyros go off and Jeff and Stan emerge from the back with Gemma and Britney, they both walk down the ramp, Stan and Jeff count the three then run to the ring, Jeff slides under the ring as Stan jumps up on to the ring apron and flips over the top rope. Crowd erupts into a series cheers as Meaning of Life by Disturbed hits and Chris Cash alongside Marc Marvel walk out from entrance way. They are both doing a short cocky pose on top of ramp way, then they walk to the ring and slide in before doing another cocky pose in the center, this time as cameras flash. Their music dies down and the two men talk to each other as they wait for the opponents. Harris and Marvel start out in the ring. The two begin to circle each other. They shake hands quickly as the bell rings. They continue to circle each other. Harris puts out his hands and signals for a test of strength. Marvel hooks up with one hand and the other. Harris pulls back and boots Marvel in the stomach. The crowd boos at the cowardice showed by Harris. Harris grabs Marvel and whips him into the ropes. Harris grabs him as he rebound and lifts him into the air. He tosses him down with a gorilla press. Marvel is holding his back as he has hit the mat hard. Harris stomps on Marvel on the way over to his corner. Harris tags out to Stan. Stan climbs into the ring and charges across the ring and slams his forearm into the face Cash. Cash falls onto the apron and then onto the floor. Stan and Harris takes Marvel up onto the turnbuckle. They both climb up and ready him for a double superplex. Marvel fights out and kicks both of them low. They hop backwards onto the mat and turn around holding themselves. Marvel stands up and jumps into the air and kicks both of them in the back of the head with each foot. By this time, Cash is back on the apron. Marvel dives over and makes the tag out to Cash. Marvel rolls out onto the apron as Cash jumps into the ring. Harris is up and he charges over and dropkicks him in the face and out of the ring. Stan stands up and he dropkicks him also. Stan falls back into the corner and Cash begins to pound away on him. He kicks him hard in the stomach and Stan stumbles out of the corner. Cash jumps into the corner and tries for The Bling Bling Thing. Stan catches him and reverses it into a powerbomb. Stan holds onto the powerbomb for the pin. The ref drops to the mat and makes the count 1……2……broken up by a boot to the face by Marvel. Marvel walks slowly back to his corner and Stan jumps up. He runs after Marvel and tries for a clothesline. Marvel ducks the clothesline from behind and Stan slams chest first into the turnbuckle. Stan stumbles backwards and Marvel hit a hangman’s neckbreaker. Marvel leaves the ring and goes back onto the apron. Cash runs over and hits a springboard moonsault onto Stan. He hits it and hooks the leg for the pin. The referee slides over and counts the pin 1…….2…..leg on the rope. Cash grabs Stan and throws him into his corner. He taunts Harris and curses at him. Harris looks pissed off and Cash continues to mock him. Stan tags Harris in. Harris climbs over the ropes and charges. Cash just stands there and gets booted in the face extremely hard. The crowd lets out a very audible “ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”. Harris stares at Marvel as he picks up Cash. He kicks Cash and spikes him with a DDT into the mat. Marvel tries to get into the ring but the referee holds him back. Stan rushes in. Harris lifts up Cash for an atomic drop. As Cash is coming down, Stan dropkicks him full force in the balls. Marvel is complaining to the referee but Stan is out of the ring by then. Harris walks over to Marvel. He grabs him by the hair and pulls him into the ring. He powerbombs him hard onto the mat. He lifts him back up and puts him on his shoulder. Stan runs over and jumps onto the turnbuckle as Harris walks over to the ropes. Stan jumps off the turnbuckle as they hit the Doomsday Deluxe to the outside. Marvel hits hard. Stan rolls back into the ring as Harris hits Shadow Kick on Cash. They both lock in the Back draft and Cash taps out immediately. The bell rings as That F’N Stunning is awarded the WFW Tag Team Titles. They hold them in the air as they leave the arena.)

Michaels: Well folks what a night it's been so far and it can only get better. Isabella Drake. Delilah Privott. Two women who have dominated the women's division in the last few weeks more than any other pair that I've seen in a long time, maybe in my whole life.

Lang: Hey lets not be dishing out too much credit here..

Michaels: Too much credit? For the record, September 27th recorded the 2 month anniversary of Drake's winning the title and how ironic that in her 5th defense of the title, she'll be facing her best friend..

Lang: Blood drinking sister.

Michaels: What?

Lang: Hey don't look at me. That's what they both claim to be.

Michaels: Whatever. Anyway lets get down to the action. Jack O'Hara's in the ring..

Lang: Don't whatever me!

(Bitch-slapping commences as the camera goes to the ring.)

Jack O’Hara: The following contest is a retirement match, for the Women's title. Making her entrance at this time. She stands at 5ft. 9 inches weighing 176lbs. By virtue of her defeating all contenders to the crown she has now assumed the right to be called the no.1 contender to the Women's title. From Aston Villa, England. Delilah...Privott!!!

(As the crowd waits in anticipation, "The Deluge" blares over the loud speakers and out walks Delilah Privott with the same expression of guilt, which she wears for each opponent she's to encounter, for who has guaranteed their safety out of the sqaured circle? With a smile she starts her descent down the ramp and slides in, ready to go to work once more.

Jack O'Hara: Her opponent, standing at 6ft. 2 inches. Weighing 191lbs. She remains unbeaten in singles competition here in the WFW and has beaten all contenders to her throne. Tonight, she looks to add another to that list. From Aston Villa England, the Women's Champion, Isabella Drake!

(As the opening chords of "Outlaw Blues" are slowly played. The lights dim, then are turned off. A sudden flare blazes throughout the ring and out walks Isabella Drake holding the Women's title in her hand. A look of determination chiseled finely across her face. She walks down the aisle and rolls in, throwing the belt to the referee who holds it up for all to see what's at stake. As the two women stare at each other, the referee, Anthony Feeney, is about to call for the bell when another referee comes running down the aisle. All attention turn towards Erick Morgan.)

Lang: Hey what's the holdup. I wanna see someone get their contract ripped in half!

Michaels: I don't know but it seems to be somewhat important because O'Hara is being called.

(The two referees converse shortly with O'Hara who from the sideline then announces:)

O'Hara: Ladies and Gentlemen. We have a slight change to the scheduled match coming from the Commissioner Manny Delaney's office. Apparently due to what's at stake tonight, the commissioner has found it necessary to not only make this match a retirement match, but to stipulate it as a hardcore rules match! The crowd cheers as the camera focuses on both women. Drake lets out a short grin and Privott sneers at her.)

Lang: That's what I'm talking about..

Michaels: They're gonna tear each other apart and Delaney knows it!

(As the referee calls for the bell, both women slowly move around the ring sizing each other up. Privott makes the first move and charges towards Drake, Drake moves out of the way and the two engage in a brief power struggle of which Drake emerges the winner as she throws Privott to the floor and gets on top of her.)

Lang: Nail her!

(Drake raises a closed fist to hit Privott then stops and gets up. Privott gets up looks at Drake and shoots at her legs executing a double leg takedown quite beautifully. On top of Drake, she raises her own fists but doesn't convert.)

Lang: What kind of a sham is this???

Michaels: Well you have to be a little understanding to the situation these two women are in..

(As Privott gets off Drake, Isabella gets on her knees and is about to get up when Delilah gives her a sharp kick to the ribs.)

Lang: Finally!

(Privott gets on top of Drake and starts choking her. The referee watches on. Privott stands Drake up and throws her into the turnbuckles where she begins a series of hard sharp slaps to the face and upper chest.)

Michaels: Those chops are just deafening.

(Privott gets on top of Drake and starts to climb the turnbuckles as she begins to hit her with a closed fist as the crowd counts.. 1..2..3..4..5.. Drake throws her to the floor and clotheslines her out of the ring as she starts to get up. Drake looks around, her eyes now betraying her anger. She rolls out of the ring and grabs Delilah. She throws her into the ring post then grabs her from behind, spinning her around, executes a belly-to-belly suplex.)

Michaels: Belly to Belly on the outside!

(She stands Privott up and looks to be going for another before getting raked in the eyes. Delilah gets on turnbuckle and waits for Drake to get up.)

Lang: She's going for some high risk maneuver.

(As Drake gets up, Privott leaps off the turnbuckle and connects with a cartwheel kick which sends Drake into the railings and the thud of her back hitting the metal can be heard.)

Lang: Hoo..

(Privott grabs Drake by the hair and drags her up the ramp. Drake fights her off with a sharp punch to the gut. As Drake turns to walk back to the ring, Privott jumps her from behind with a diving elbow smash careening Drake's face into the hard cold ramp knocking her out. Privott stands over her one time confidant and looks around as the crowd gives it approval with yells and cheers.)

Michaels: Well we've only gone into the first 10 minutes of this bout and this crowd is loving every minute of it.

(Privott leaves Drake lying face down on the ramp and starts walking towards the ring.)

Michaels: Why is she walking towards the ring when she should just end it..

Lang: She's not just walking towards the ring. She's coming this way.

(Privott walks past the two and grabs shoves the time keeper to the floor, grabbing his chair.)

Lang: The first weapon of assault has not being introduced. This is what I call a women's match!

(Privott walks up the ramp to a shaken Drake making an effort to get up. Delilah lunges at Drake with the chair but Izzy rolls out of the way and off the ramp landing on the floor. Delilah smiles and jumps off the ramp to finish her off, but Drake attacks her, raking her eyes and hitting her with a spinning heel kick as she holds the chair. Privott hits the floor and Drake picks up the fallen chair. She drags Privott by the hair and stands her up, and without any hesitation whacks her with the chair squarely across the head. Privott hits the floor and Drake stands her up and then lets her go as a deep gash is exposed.)

Lang: Privott has being cut..

(Drake at first looks to be moving away then hits Privott with a jumping sidekick. As Delilah wallows on the floor in pain, Drake climbs on top of the ramp and starts walking towards the ring. She reaches under the apron and pulls out the first rung of what looks to be a metal ladder.)

Lang: She's getting drastic now!

Michaels: This is not what I imagined. Privott is bleeding all over and Drake is now going to deepen the wounds

Lang: Its all about the business and the price that comes with being a champion. Drake knows what she has to do to beat Privott. Mercy is not a word that is going to be used freely in this match. Both have to come close to annihilating the other to come out on top. As Privott likes to say, it comes with the territory.

(Drake drags the 15ft. ladder and spreads it apart, lifting it up and standing it erect. She then leaves it and walks towards Privott who by now has rolled unto the ramp and is looking for her footing. Izzy gives her a sharp kick and double arm ddt's her into the ramp. Shrill cries can be heard from a few women in attendance who cant bare to stand and watch such cruelty. With Privott's blood over her, and her own sweat smeared across her face Drake carries Privott and suplexes her. She then walks over to the ladder and starts to climb it as Privott's body remains motionless. Drake barely reaches the top before the ladder starts to rock Privott rocks the ladder but Drake stays on, then without any inkling of what damage her body can be put through, Privott throws herself into the ladder as it falls, lunging Drake into the air and into the crowd. Privott staggers then slumps herself over the railings and starts making the walk towards a knocked out Drake. She drags Drake's legs towards the railings then stands her up before she hits her with a massive closed fist. Drake falls over the railing and writhes in pain. Privott follows and slumps herself over the railing once more. Taking great care in grabbing a handful of Drake's hair she leads her back to the fallen ladder where she applies a standing gut wrench. As Drake screams in pain at the pressure being mounted with each squeeze, she finds the strength to clap Privott in the face with both hands but all it does is force the issue as Privott turns the gut wrench into a gut wrench powerbomb on the ladder. Privott slumps on top of Drake and referee makes the count. 1......2......Drake shakes her off and rolls off the ladder. As the two women struggle to their feet, Drake lunges at Delilah and knocks her into the metal railings. She then struggles to her feet and starts to set up the ladder once more. Drake finishes setting up the ladder then yanks Privott by the hair but Delilah slaps her hands off and football tackles her to the floor. Privott then stands her up and executes a German suplex. Privott swipes her blood matted face to the side and reaches under the apron, pulling out another chair. With Drake's back turned to her, Privott knocks the wind out of her with the chair. She then starts to climb up the ladder. Privott makes it to the top, then lets out a loud cry as she throws her all into the well executed Shooting Star Press... Landing on top of Drake but then rolling off from the pain searing through her veins. Privott rolls to the wrong side of Drake, then lifts her head to look for her fallen best friend. Crawling towards Izzy, she's barely able to make the cover as the referee makes the count. 1....2.....3! Drake gets an hand out in time stopping the count dead on three! Delilah grabs the fallen chair and whacks Drake squarely in the face. As the blood gushes from Drake's face, Delilah slaps her and then pulls her in for what seems to be a suplex. She holds her up in the air in the suplex position, showing all her strength Privott fakes to execute the suplex on the ramp then decides not to and sends Drake crashing into the ladder with a thud. Drake lands on it totally knocked out on top the ladder which has now formed a bridge between the outside floor and the ring. As Drake slumps off it, Privott wobbles over to her and short arm clothesline her into the ring post. As Privott makes the painful climb to the top, Drake gets up and goes to rock the ladder then thinks better of it and reacts in her own way As Drake reaches for a chair from under the apron, she looks up at the top of the ladder where Privott is urging her to come up Needing no further invitation, Drake starts climbing the ladder rung by rung with the chair secured tightly in her right hand. As she reaches the top, Privott takes a swing at her but Drake ducks in time. The missed swing rocks the ladder a bit drawing gasps from the crowd who are all entranced with the match. Drake swings the ladder at Delilah and also misses, losing her footing and almost making the ladder fall. Privott throws her chair down and starts to climb to the other side to go meet Drake. Privott makes her way to the other side and starts tangling with Drake for control of the chair. Drake shakes her off and loses her footing, falling one rung below Privott. Using one hand to hold on and the other to swing, Drake swipes wildly at Privott with the chair, catching her on the side and making her lose her footing as the ladder now appears to be on its way to a fast descent. Using one hand to hold on and the other to grab at Drake, Delilah's eyes burn with determination as she refuses to let go as Drake hits her again and again with the chair. Finally, balance proves to be the deciding factor as Privott loses her grip and falls to the floor with a thud drawing cries and cheers alike. Drake slowly starts climbing the ladder, now shaking. She reaches the top and stands on it as the crowd erupts in cheers for what appears to be one risky move. Holding the chair to herself like a preserver, Drake looks up to the ceiling as if calling on a greater power to help her then lets her body go...With a chair cradling her chest, Drake hits the Swanton Bomb with precision on Privott. Neither woman moves as the referee makes the count. 1.....2.........3... As the two women remain motionless, O'Hara gets on the mic.)

Jack O'Hara: The winner of this match...and STILL....the undefeated and undisputed WFW Women's Champion. Isabella Drake!!

Lang: They're not moving!

(As the referee is handed the women's title, he walks over to the two women and checks on both their conditions before flaring his hand up in the air for the EMTs to be called. As the stretchers are brought out, the fans start to clap for the performance by both women who are mounted on the moving beds and rolled up the ramp. As the two are rolled towards the backstage area, Drake starts to speak and demands to be untied from the stretcher. Her demands her met and with her hair matted with blood and sweat, she gets off the stretcher, snatches her title from the referee's hand as she walks away slowly hanging her head.)

Michaels: What an amazing effort. And Folks you have to wonder what effect this will have on Isabella Drake's future here in the WFW.

Lang: What doesn't kill you can only make you stronger. Drake knew the task ahead of her in order to walk out as the Champ, and she knew who her opponent was. She now secures her name as the best female performer in the WFW!

Michaels: Maybe so. But one has to wonder where Delilah Privott will now go as she no longer is contracted to the WFW.

Lang: The Unemployment line maybe!

Michaels: I highly doubt it. A performer willing to give her heart and soul into a match is quite hard to find these days especially one of Privott's caliber. You can only wonder where she'll end up.

Lang: The unemployment line's not too preferable.

Michaels: Why not put her in your cheeks?

Lang: The Cheeks are sacred! SACRED, YOU HEAR? (Places face in front of camera.) I fought for this country in the Persian Gulf! My cheeks were used to carry ammunition!

Michaels: They weren't all that sacred were they then?

Lang: Communist.

Michaels: Well, folks up next it's going to be Mike... Wait...

(The camera goes backstage quickly to see Jeff Harris getting a drink out of some machine, when suddenly Eryck Stone runs into the scene from behind and hits a spinning heel kick on Harris! Bryan Deas then arrives on the scene and throws Harris into the drinks machine! Jeff Harris is out cold! The duo laugh.)

Bryan Deas: I'll see you later on, Jeff!

(The two walk off, leaving Jeff Harris.)

(Backstage, Hunnish is in his Locker Room psyching himself up for his match tonight when Venus walks in!)

Hunnish: What do you want?

Venus: Actually, I have a proposition for you.

Hunnish: Not interested. Get the Hell out of here! I've got a match which I'm gonna need to train hard for!

Venus: I know. And I've come to help you win this match!

Hunnish: ... I'm listening.

(Venus smiles and begins to speak with Hunnish as the camera switches to the ring.)

Jack O’Hara: The following match, scheduled for one fall, is for the WFW European Championship! Making his way to the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada weighing in at 245 pounds, Scotty Phillips!

(As "We Bout Dat" kicks on, the lights in the arena dim out. Many gold lights and a few red lights turn on after the arena has dimmed. These lights will stay on for the duration of his entrance. As Scotty emerges from the curtain, Gold Pyro shoots out from underneath the stage, out to the sides. It shoots off 5 times. When he emerges from the curtain, he steps into the middle of the Pyro and waits until it subsides. After it's done, he raises his right arm. This arm has the index finger extended off the hand, signifying a number 1. It looks like his is pointing up at the ceiling. After this pose, he makes his way down the aisle towards, slapping hands with audience members along the way. When he gets to the ring, he rolls in under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, he climbs on top of any random turnbuckle and while facing the audience, pulls his sunglasses back over the top of his head, and raises both his arms up into the air. After this, he back flips off the turnbuckle and lands on his feet in the centre of the ring. At this point the music and lights stop and Scotty is ready to compete.)

Jack O’Hara: His opponent from Boston Massachusetts, weighing 290 pounds, he is the WFW European champion, Mike Everett!

(The lights dim, as "Hole in the Sky" by Machine Head plays. The crowd gets on it's feet, and cheers. Mike Everett walks out, and looks at the crowd, as they yell and cheer. He walks down the ramp, and enters the ring. In the middle of the ring, and throws his arms up in the air to a huge ovation.)

Lang: Well here are two wrestlers that has had a huge impact on the WFW, and these two stars are going to lock it up for the European title.

Michaels: What a match this is going to be.

(The bell sounds as both men stare each other down as they both walk around the ring. Mike Everett takes off his title and gives it to the referee, Scotty runs at him and takes him down with a chop block, he picks Mike up and whips him towards the ropes, Mike bounces off them and gets back body dropped. Scotty runs against the leg drops Mike, Scotty gets up to the first rope and waits for Mike to get up. Mike rolls over on to his stomach then gets to his feet, he staggers for a second then turns around only to get a first rope clothesline. Mike rolls to the outside to catch his breath, Scotty goes to the outside and whips Mike into the steel ring post, Mike gets up with a pissed off look on his face the crowd start to cheer as he turns around and rams Scotties face into the ring post. He picks Scotty up and bangs his face on the announcer’s table. He then whips Scotty into the ring and follows him, he gets to the top rope and hits Scotty with a flying elbow drop, he gets to his feet and starts kicking Scotty hard in the kidneys. The ref pulls Mike away as Scotty uses the ropes to get to his feet, he starts limping around then runs at Mike, Mike moves out of the way and pulls the ref in his way causing Scotty to hit the ref with a clothesline. Mike starts smiling, as Scotty looks worried about the ref, Mike walks to Scotty and turns him around then kicks him in the mid-section followed by a DDT. Scotty gets up and looks at Mike with fury in his eyes, he runs at Mike but only to get back body dropped outside. Scotty gets back in the ring and drop kicks Mike as Mike was posing, Mike gets up and hits Scotty with a knee smash, once again Scotty gets up and does a leg sweep to Mike then goes up top and delivers a diving headbutt. He then goes for the pin but the referee is still out cold. Scotty tries to revive the ref as Mike gets to his feet and hits Scotty with a reverse Trendkill. The ref gets to his feet and maintains order in the match; Mike whips Scotty over the top rope. As Scotty rolls around in pain Mike gets out of the ring and choke slams Scotty, he then props him up on the ring post. Mike steps back then runs at Scotty, Mike goes for a running knee smash but Scotty moves out of the way and runs into the ring post. Mike holds his right knee in pain; Scotty looks worried at Mike as referee’s run down the ramp to help Mike up. Two referees hold Scotty back but he stands back then Equalizes one of the refs then hits the other with The Final Cut. Scotty throws Mike in the ring then locks in the Final Countdown on Mike, Mike tries making it to the rope but is pulled back in the ring, Mike starts to cry out in pain then trips the ref with his arm making him hit his head on the turnbuckle. Mike starts tapping another ref sees it and calls for the bell. Adam Masterson runs down the ramp and gets to the top rope, Scotty lets go of the hold but only to suffer the Pulse…)

Jack O’Hara: The winner of this match, by submission and new! WFW European champion. Scotty Phillips!

(Phillips grabs the title and runs up the ramp, Adam goes to the outside and grabs a steel chair, he slides back in the ring and starts hitting Mike in the knee with the chair, Mike starts screaming in pain as referees try to hold Adam back, Adam hits Erick Morgan with the chair and then hits Anthony Feeney, Brandon Howard stands back then tries taking the chair from Adam only to suffer a DDT on the chair. Adam then locks Mike in the figure 4 leg lock, Jeff Harris and Blaze run down the ramp and pry Adam off of Mike, they both calm him down and escort him to the back.)

Michaels: We have a new champion!

Lang: Yeah but at what cost? Look at Mike in pain in the ring.

Michaels: To hell with that loser.

Lang: TO HELL WITH YOU! I’m gonna hurt you one of these days.

Michaels: How? By hitting me with those cheeks of yours?

(Lang flips Michaels the bird as a short promo for Hunnish/Lancer plays. It documents their entire feud and some of the most memorable moments of them, including Stairway To Hell. The promo ends and fades out as the camera goes to the ring and Jack O'Hara.)

Jack O'Hara: The following match is the Chair Match (Cheap Crowd Pop) for the WFW Canadian Title!

(The cameras spin around the arena as the lights dim. The lights begin to flicker on and off as "We Right Here" by DMX hits the speakers and the crowd erupts into cheers.)

Jack O’Hara: Now making his way down the aisle. He hails from San Diego, California and is the master of the Katahajime…he is…CHRIS LANCER!!!

(Smoke fills out of the entrance way and Chris Lancer steps out and stands at the top of the ramp. He takes a sip from his bottle of water and throws it behind him while looking at the fans. He slides under the bottom rope and hops to his feet. Lancer walks over to the corner on the opposite side of the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle. He raises his arms into the air as thousands of flashes appear from the audience. Pyro shoots from the two turnbuckles on his left and right side, shooting 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.)

Jack O'Hara: His opponent and the WFW Canadian Champion! From Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 245lbs: HUNNISH!

("A Welcome Burden" By Disturbed plays and Hunnish walks out with his trademark steel chair and... With Venus! They march down to the ring and Hunnish steps in whilst Venus stays on the outside as the bell sounds. The two men lock up and after a bit of a back and forth power struggle the bigger man, Chris Lancer takes control with a side headlock. Hunnish is able to set his hand up behind Lancer’s back and pushes him into the ropes. Lancer come back with a clothes line but misses his mark as Hunnish ducks then waits for Lancer to return where he nails him right on the chin with a super kick! Lancer drops down hard and quickly rolls out of the ring to rethink his attack. But Hunnish is not waiting around; he follows Lancer to the out side where he takes Lancer down with a few hard forearm shots to the back of the head. Hunnish grabs Lancer by the back of his head and pull's him over to the ring side steps. Hunnish goes to slam Lancer head first into the steel steps but is blocked. Hunnish tries again but gets the same result, he lets lose with a furry of punches to the face of Lancer and tries one more time to smash lancers face into the steps, but this time he is countered and finds himself with an imprint of the edge of the stair on his forehead. Lancer begins to kick Hunnish in the back of the head and kidneys. Lancer then picks Hunnish up and sends him into the guardrail where eager fans reach out and touch a crumpled Canadian champion. As Hunnish sits on the floor after taking the impact of the guard railing lancer nails a running knee shot to the face of the champ. Hunnish falls on his side as he cups his nose in pain. Lancer takes a breather as his starts to show boat to the fans, after a few moments he turns his attention back to Hunnish, as he goes to pick Hunnish up he get hit with a low blow followed up a by text book DDT.)

Michaels: You see that’s what happens when you show off early in a match!

Lang: I agree, Chris Lancer should have know better then to show off so early in a match. But he’ll know for next time that much is for sure.

(Hunnish lets loose with some kicks then reaching over the guardrail tosses a fans to the side and picks up the now empty chair. He walks off turning his back to Lancer then turns to face a recovering man. Hunnish makes a mad dash towards Lancer and swings the chair, he misses as Lancer quickly rolls out of the way. Hunnish stops and turns around only to be met with a dropkick to the chair that covers his face. The fans are on their feet cheering as the sound of bone meeting steel fills the arena)

Lang: Nice move by Lancer!

Michaels: Damn, that would take any man down; I don’t care whom you are! That’s gotta hurt!!

(Lancer jumps up on the apron and climbs to the top. He points to a downed Hunnish and the fan react with huge pop, Lancer then leaps off the top with a leg drop. Lancer connects and rolls over onto his stomach as he holds his lower back with his left hand. Hunnish in the mean time flicks off the chair as he cups his face, we can see now that Hunnish is busted wide open just above his nose.)

Michaels: My god what a gutsy move by Lancer!

Lang: Gutsy or not, it worked because Hunnish is hurt!

Michaels: Don’t forget Lance took a good bit of damage from that move also!

Lang: maybe so! But Lancer is not the one busted open!

(Hunnish grabs hold of the apron and works his way back up to his feet. Lancer under his own power is now back to his feet also. Lancer sees the standing Canadian champion and charges him, but is meet with a big boot to the face. Hunnish now on the offense grabs hold of Lancer head and with a running bulldog leaps over the guard rail smashing Lancer throat across the top of the metal railing. The fans let lose with a collective “OHHH” as the begin to clap and cheer)

Lang: WOW, That was beautiful!

Michaels: I don’t think anyone saw that coming!

(Lancer is back to the floor and appears to have busted open his chin as a open cut begins to drip crimson liquid. Hunnish now among the fans lets loose with a monstrous cry “AHHHH!!”)

Lang: That’s it, Hunnish has snapped!

Michaels: Well be fore this match was officially signed he stated he was Hardcore, what can you say to a man who loves chaos!!

(Hunnish jumps the railing and then mounts Lancer and starts whaling away on the downed man! After a few moments Hunnish picks up Lancer and rolls him into the ring. Inside the two lock up, this time Hunnish takes control with an eye poke and follows it up with a snap suplex. Hunnish gets right back up and walks over the near by corner and waits for Lancer to get up. Just as Lancer stands up, Hunnish rockets out of the corner taking Lancer right back down with a clothesline from hell. The impact of the blow flips Lancer head over feet. Hunnish rolls to the outside and heads over to the announcers area her his tosses the time keeper off the side and takes the chair, he then picks up the spare chair and toss both inside the ring. Hunnish rolls back inside and lets loose with a series of kicks to the back of the head of Lancer. Hunnish now takes the time to set up the chairs placing them seat to seat. Hunnish looks to be setting Lancer up for the attitude adjuster but is block by Lancer who lets lose with a series of back elbow shots, then as Hunnish release the hold Lancer steps behind him and picks Hunnish up in what looks to be a atomic drop but instead Lancer runs towards the corner and sets Hunnish down on top of the ring post. Lancer then grabs hold of Hunnish head and drops him with a Hangman’s neck breaker!! Lancer stand up and walks over to the chairs but just before he is able to get to them, Hunnish drop kicks him to the back sending Lancer flying threw the ropes and to the out side. Lancer gets up and turns to face the man who caused him to fall out of the ring only to be taken out by a suicide dive!)

Lang: These guy just won’t quit!

Michaels: amazing display by both men! The endurance it must take to keep a match like this goes at such a fast pace is beyond me!!

(Hunnish is the first back to his feet and walks over the announcer’s table where he clears everything off it. The announcer rush to get out of the way. Hunnish then walks back to Lancer where the two break into a brawl. Hunnish takes control again by smashing Lancer into the ring post. Hunnish then takes hold of Lancer and places him on top of the table. Hunnish climbs up and sets Lancer up for and Evenflow DDT but some how Lancer fights back blocking the move only to counter with a back Samoan drop that causes the table to explode upon impact!!)

Michaels: Damn!! Lancer fought out of that one!!

Lang: So much for our table!

(Both men are down as Lancer starts to get back up, as Hunnish lays there motion less Lancer reaches under the ring and tosses two more chairs inside. Lancer then goes back to Hunnish picking him up and rolls him back inside the ring. Just as Lancer gets inside Hunnish tackles him to the mat where the men exchange punches as the roll back and forth. Both men are still going blow for blow as they stand up. Lancer takes control with a mid section kick, he them goes to the ropes, as he comes back with a double axe handle Hunnish counters with a kick to the gut. Hunnish then grabs hold and with Crucifixion sends Lancer threw the chairs that were set up earlier. Hunnish now walks over and picks up on of the spare chairs, as he sets up to nail a recovering Lancer, Lancer counters with a low blow then grabbing the other chair Lancer swings and cracks Hunnish over the head. Hunnish staggers but doesn’t go down. Hunnish shouts out “come on” and points to his head. Lancer looks around to the fans then goes for another head shot but misses as Hunnish side steps and then returns with a head shot of his own! This time Lancer refuses to go down. Both men look at each other and holding their chairs they got chair shot for chair shot!! Each takes a turn nailing the other guy with a head shot! Each time neither of the men refusing to drop Lancer comes off with what seems to be the last chair shot, each have taken 7 each. Hunnish drops down to his knees then after a few seconds stand back up. Both men are dazed as they stand looking at each other, then as if they are acting under one mind let lose with chair shots at the same time. This time both men go down and the fans are just stunned at the display. After a few seconds the fans begin to cheer)

Michaels: MY GOD THE CARNAGE!!

Lang: Both of them guys are nuts! They got to learn when to give up, this is just too much!!

(The fans break into a chant of “holy shit” as both men lay there motionless. After a few moments Lancer rolls out of the ring as Hunnish stands up. As he leans on the ropes he starts calling out to the fans)

Michaels: What’s Hunnish doing now?

Lang: He seems to be motioning and calling out to the fans to toss their chairs into the ring?

Michaels: What the hell!

(After a bit of negotiating the fans start throwing their steel chairs into the ring!! Hunnish goes to the out side to avoid being hit. Chair after chair is thrown inside and after a few moments there is a massive mound of chairs in the ring. Lancer is back up and is stunned at the display he has just seen. Hunnish makes his way over to Lancer and the two break into another fist fight. This time Hunnish is able to keep control as he cracks Lancer skull off the concrete with an Evenflow DDT. Hunnish then clears a small space inside the ring near a corner and rolls Lancer inside. Hunnish follows and soon, after a another short brawl forces Lancer up top where to the amazement of crowd on hand, nails a tope rope Reality Check onto the mound of chairs!! Hunnish rolls on top of Lancer and calls out to Brandon Howard. Suddenly, Lancer rolls over Hunnish through some God sent miracle! Howard makes the count….. 1….2……3)

Michaels: That’s it! It’s over!!

Lang: What a match, it could have went either way, but Chris Lancer was able to stay on top of his game!

Jack O'Hara: Your winner and NEW WFW Canadian Champion… Chris Lancer!!

(Chris Lancer celebrates with Lara as the crowd cheers on and he is helped backstage.)

(A short video package plays showing highlights of Bryan Deas' recent winning streak, followed by some of the best moments of Jeff Harris' WFW career. The clip package ends with both men hitting their finishing maneuvers in a split screen effect.)

Jack O'Hara: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the WFW United States Championship! Entering first, the champion, from Baltimore, Maryland and weighing in at 280lbs: "BALLISTIC" BRYAN DEAS!

("Fight Song" By Marilyn Manson plays out and the crowd goes into a frenzy of boos as Bryan Deas walks down the aisle, clutching the WFW United States Title in one hand and a lead pipe in the other. Suddenly, unannounced, "All F'k'n That" Jeff Harris runs up behind Deas and begins beating him down in the aisle to a thunderous ovation! Harris pummels Deas with vicious hard punches to the back of the neck! Deas fights back by whipping Harris into the guardrails and leaping at him, but Harris dodges it and Deas lands chest first on the rails! Harris then picks up Deas' lead pipe and chokes Deas on the guardrail with it! Deas overpowers Harris and picks him up, bodyslamming him on the floor. He hits two straight legdrops and drops an elbow, before choking him with his hand. The Referee finally makes his way down to get these two in the ring, but Deas stands up, kicks him in the gut and delivers the Ballistically Insane Last Ride powerbomb to him! This gives Jeff Harris the chance to get to his feet and hit Deas with a German suplex. He then picks Deas up again and nails a fallaway slam, stomping on him a couple of times afterwards. A selection of the crowd is chanting "A.F.T! A.F.T! A.F.T!" Jeff Harris throws Deas in the ring eventually after taking in the admiration of his fan club. He grabs a steel chair from ringside, slides into the ring and runs at Deas with it, but Deas boots the chair into Harris' face! Deas drops a knee and lifts up Harris by the throat, throwing him into the corner of the ring. Deas lunges at Harris with a splash. Headsmash into the turnbuckle and then, he lifts Harris up before dropping him neck-first on the ropes! The Referee is finally crawling into the ring as Deas goes for the cover! 1... 2... Harris kicks out. Deas complains and Harris trips him up and tries to lock on the Chain Reaction but Deas battles him away. Harris, in frustration, punches at Deas' skull wildly and locks him in the STF! Referee's checking for the tap-out! Deas is in pain, but is refusing to give in to it! Harris releases the hold, picks him up and hits a neckbreaker, lifts him up again and drops him with a vertical suplex into the canvas. He waits for Deas to stand up and the two lock up! It looks like Deas is overpowering Harris, but he counterattacks with a knee to the gut followed by a T-Bone Suplex. Harris now goes for an anklelock on Deas, but he reaches the ropes! Harris pulls him away from the ropes though and Deas eats the mat! Harris slams Deas' knee on the mat and gets him in the anklelock! Deas refuses to tap out! Harris releases the anklelock and goes for his patented Chain Reaction (Crippler Crossface) once more! He's got it locked in and it looks like Deas is ready to call it quits! Suddenly, The Chosen One runs down the aisle and kicks Harris off of Deas before striking him with the steel chair from earlier! The Referee tells C1 to get out of the ring, but he refuses, flipping the bird. He strikes Deas with the steel chair, before standing over him and shouting down.)

The Chosen One: I've already proven each and every week that I was chosen to kick your ass. Now it's time for The SuperStar to show you all why there is only one true superstar in the WFW!

(C1 stomps on Deas once more before making a swift exit through the crowd.)

Michaels: What was that? Only one true superstar?

Lang: Looks like The Chosen One is really going places now! He's been chosen and now, he's a superstar!

(In the ring, Harris slowly rolls over a drapes an arm over the seemingly KO'ed Deas. 1... 2... Deas gets a shoulder up! Harris sits up, bloodied. He looks around at the crowd and jumps to his feet, stumbling a bit. He stands over Deas and unloads with aggressive blows to the head before wrapping his hands around Deas' throat. Deas' arm then reaches up and wraps his own hand around Harris' throat. He stands up and smiles in a sadistic way and choke slams Harris down onto the mat! He raises a fist and the crowd boos as he then takes to the top to hit Harris with the Ballisticator (Flying/Diving Headbutt). Harris climbs to his feet though and runs at the ropes, causing Deas to crotch himself on the turnbuckle! Harris then goes up top with Deas and launches off the top with an amazing Double Underhook Superplex! Both men are down and out and the Referee begins his customary 10 COUNT OF DOOM! 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... Deas has an arm over Harris! 1... 2... Harris gets a shoulder up! Furious, Bryan Deas lifts Harris up and puts him between his legs, readying him for the Ballistically Insane Last Ride powerbomb. He lifts him up, but it's Harris who drops Deas with a sit-down faceslam (X-Factor to the WWF marks out there -Jay)! Deas' face bounces off of the mat and Harris crawls towards the steel chair. He grabs it and gets to his feet as Deas gets up as well with the aid of the ropes. Harris blasts Deas with one chair shot, then another, and another! He then reaches out of the ring and picks up Deas' lead pipe before climbing up to the top once more. He then leaps off with a nasty looking shot to the back of Deas' neck which sends him straight down to the canvas. Harris then drags the unconscious Deas to the centre of the ring and locks on the Chain Reaction once again! The Referee checks for a tap-out, but Deas doesn't respond vocally or physically! The Referee raises Deas' arm once... It goes down. Twice... It goes down. Third time... It stays up! Deas somehow powers out of the Chain Reaction to the shock of Harris and the crowd! Harris is on Deas' back! Deas falls back and onto Harris! Deas gets up and reels back into the ropes and stumble forward picking up Harris, turning him around and dropping him into the mat with a Tombstone piledriver! Harris' head bounces off of the canvas. Deas again backs off a few steps and runs at Harris in a shoulder tackle sending him down hard! Deas then lifts Harris up in a powerslam, but Harris sneaks out of the backdoor and knocks down on Deas' weak neck before locking in the Chain Reaction yet again! This time, Deas has to tap-out to the pain! Harris gets up, the bell sounds and he takes the title before leaving back down the aisle.)

Jack O'Hara: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match and NEW WFW United States Champion: "ALL F'K'N THAT" JEFF HARRIS!!!

Michaels: I don't know how many stars you want to give that at home...

Lang: I don't care how many stars you want to give that at home! The Cheeks say it's 5 stars on the meter of pure aggression!

Michaels: One thing puzzles me, was there an opening bell in this match?

Lang: Don't think so. Deas knocked the Ref out in the early going, but there was definately a final bell.

Michaels: Well, this one isn't over. Not by a long shot. But, this unbelievable night is almost over! There's just one piece of business left to take care of!

Lang: Damn straight! This is going to great! Nick Kelly against the owner of this company Mike Franklin! Street Fight with the WFW World Title on the line!

Michaels: Let's see how we got this far!

(A promo plays showing how Nick Kelly won the WFW World Title Tournament at War of the Damned and how President Franklin and his associates warned that Nick Kelly wouldn't hold the title for long! It then shows highlights from his defense against Revolution (Mike Everett) and how he's retained the title against Franklin's army. The announcement of this match is then shown and the camera switches to the ring.)

Jack O'Hara: Ladies and Gentlemen, at this time, allow me to introduce your special guest commentator for the main event of this evening!

Lang: Say WHAT?

Michaels: Guest Commentator?

("My Way - Y2Jay Remix" By Limp Bizkit feat. DMX plays and the crowd pops big time for the return of everyone's favourite Lt. Vice President!)

Jack O'Hara: Please welcome, from Okinawa, Japan the Lt. Vice President of WFW: AYUMI!

(Ayumi, clad in a blue, sparkling dress, skips down the aisle clutching her prized Sledgehammer with both hands.)

Lang: ... How are we supposed to commentate this match with her? The dumb broad can hardly understand the English language!

Michaels: Good to see Ayumi back in the WFW. I know she has been absent since WFW Vice President Jay "Y2Jay" Moss took time off to deal with off-screen WFW matters...

Lang: Jon Brewer's firing?

Michaels: Well, yeah. We can't really talk about it here though.

Lang: Why the Hell not? Oh wait up...

(Ayumi places the Sledgehammer across the new Announce Table, pulls up a chair and grabs a headset.)

Lang: Hey bitch! We've got to work here!

Ayumi: You no speak to me with that words! Me big-time executive! Ayumi make more moolah than you did ever!

Lang: See what I mean? I can't work with this woman!

Michaels: Well, you'll have to! Ayumi, welcome to the Announce Table.

Ayumi: ... Eh? Table?

Michaels: Announce Table. You're at it.

Ayumi: I know. I'm the executive.

Michaels: Yes and this is our Announce Table and I'm welcoming you to it.

Ayumi: To Table?

Michaels: Yes.

Ayumi: *Giggles in stereotypical Schoolgirl way* But we already at table, stupid person!

Michaels: Huh?

Ayumi: Quiet! I am executive! I own ass of you!

Lang: Guess who's been teaching her English?

(The camera goes to the Ring once more.)

Jack O'Hara: The following contest is a Street Fight for the WFW World Championship!

("Fight Song" By Marilyn Manson plays as the crowd books excessively as Franklin struts out in his work-out gear.)

Jack O'Hara: Introducing first, the challenger and the owner of WFW: PRESIDENT MIKE FRANKLIN!

(Franklin walks around the ring, flipping the fans before coming to the Announce Table to hurl abuse at Ayumi, who responds by sticking her tongue out at him. As he turns his back, she flips him the bird.)

Ayumi: Stupid man. I am executive. He just bad man in suit.

Lang: He owns you, Ayumi!

Ayumi: Not so. I am executive.

Lang: No, I...

Ayumi: (Screeching at the top of her voice) I AM EXECUTIVE!!!

Jack O'Hara: His opponent: From Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 245lbs. The WFW World Champion: "ALL NATURAL" NICK KELLY!

(The arena lights go black as "Wherever I May Roam by Metallica starts. Blue Pyros begin to go off high in the arena's rafters and then the entire rampway also blazes up in blue mist. A single blue spotlight shines on the entryway as "All Natural" Nick Kelly slowly makes his way out. He climbs into the ring and soaks in the fans for a while. His music slowly fades away. The crowd is still cheering as his biggest fan. Ayumi pulls out a Nick Kelly shirt from her dress and stands up, waving it around.)

Ayumi: EXECUTIVE FAN! EXECUTIVE FAN!

Lang: Please... Kill me...

(The bell sounds and Nick Kelly gets right in the face of Franklin. A few moments of jaw-jacking and then, Franklin slaps Kelly across the face! Franklin sneers at the crowd as Kelly quickly turns to face Franklin again! Franklin looks like he's crapped himself! He runs out of the ring and Kelly chases him around it as the crowd cheer him on! As Franklin runs past the Announce Table, he snatches Ayumi's Sledgehammer and zooms back into the ring. Kelly goes back inside and runs at Franklin, who goes to nail him with the hammer, but Kelly grabs a hold of hit, nails Franklin with a forearm and trips him up with the hammer before punching away at him! The Referee tries to stop Kelly punching Franklin, but Kelly flat-out refuses and keeps beating on him fiercely. Kelly kicks the head of Franklin and hits him with an elbowdrop. Franklin kicks Kelly in the knee. Franklin lock on a Boston Crab! The Referee asks Kelly if he gives in, but Kelly shakes his head in refusal! Franklin punches Kelly a few times. He pulls him to his feet and they lock up! Franklin sends Kelly into the corner, but he nails a snap mare takeover on Franklin to retaliate! He then puts on an arm wrench, gets up and stomps on Franklin's head. Kelly delivers the cobra clutch suplex to Franklin. Kelly stands up and pulls out a trash can from under the ring. He throws it into the ring at Franklin. Franklin gets knocked back down. Kelly picks up Franklin by the hair, but is stopped by a low blow! Franklin then clotheslines Kelly. But then, Franklin gets thrown into the corner by Kelly who then smashes Franklin's head into it. Kelly hits a forearm on Franklin. Franklin dropkicks Kelly in a comeback and sends him over the top. Franklin leaves the ring and swings a Lead Pipe at Kelly's forehead, causing Kelly to be busted open. Kelly climbs to his knees and uppercuts Franklin, rolling him into the ring. Franklin whips him into a corner before hitting a clothesline! Franklin punches Kelly several times in the corner. Franklin then taunts the crowd, who give a VERY negative response. This allows Kelly to come from behind and bulldog Franklin. Nick Kelly is back in the match, but not for long as Franklin locks on a figure four leglock. Nick Kelly reaches the ropes quickly though! The two exchange punches as they leave the ring and go up the aisle, reaching the entrance ramp! Franklin yanks the framed picture of Terry Funk off of the entrance way and smashes it over the head of Nick Kelly! Franklin then pulls off some barbed wire, wraps it around his taped fists and cuts Nick Kelly open even more with a blow to the forehead. The claret is REALLY flowing now! Franklin tries to lift up Kelly for a powerslam, but is really exhausted and fails. Instead, Franklin chooses to stomp on Kelly, before moving to one of the posts which spew fire and pushing it off of the stage!! The crowd cheers in shock as the right hand side of the stage goes up in flames!!! Franklin motions that he's gonna push Nick Kelly into the blazing inferno! Franklin lifts up Kelly and gives him a hard shove, but Nick Kelly connects with a knee to Franklin's gut, reeling him back and both men move away from the fire! Franklin goes down hard on the steel entrance way!)

Michaels: My God, this isn't just intense! This is... Disorderly!

(A few of the local men from the Fire Service put out the flames as Franklin and Kelly battle their way back into the ring, brawling towards it. Nick Kelly kicks Franklin in the groin, following it up with a legsweep. Kelly plants his fist into the sternum of the WFW President. Both men stand up and Kelly breaks Franklin's arm over his shoulder. Kelly nails Franklin with the trash can. He then grabs the steel chair, places Franklin inside the trash can and repeatedly beats on it until Franklin is a quivering pile of jelly! This was the cue for Bryan Deas and Eryck Stone to run in and they do so! But, Nick Kelly takes them both on and sends them flying over the top rope! Suddenly, Isabella Drake walks down the aisle to a decent pop from the crowd. She gets into the ring just as Nick Kelly is about to nail the barely standing President Franklin with a steel chair shot! Isabella asks Kelly if she can nail Franklin with the chair. Kelly obliges and hands the chair to Izzy, who readies it and... NAILS NICK KELLY!!! Bryan Deas and Eryck Stone then re-enter the ring and the four of them stomp away on Nick Kelly!!)

Michaels: What the Hell is this?

Lang: I'll tell you what it is, it's War of the Damned all over again!

Ayumi: Damn! I am executive and I say...

(Suddenly, WFW Vice President Jay "Y2Jay" Moss runs down the aisle to a big crowd pop...)

Ayumi: ... Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeee's JAY!

(... and takes the fight to Franklin, tackling him down to the canvas and unloading with right hands! Bryan Deas however comes from behind and lifts up Jay by the hair, dropping him with the Ballistically Insane Last Ride powerbomb!! Ayumi leaves her Announce Position, enters the ring and begins shouting assorted Japanese obscenities at Deas, allowing Isabella to knock Ayumi down from behind with a forearm. Isabella then shakes hands with Deas as the crowd scream "YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT!" Suddenly, Post and The Chosen One/"Superstar" Seth Stevens hit the ring and scuffle with the four enemies. Then, the crowd REALLY pops for Anson Drake who enters the ring and the three clean house, with the help of Nick Kelly, Jay and Ayumi (Who just screams). The only one left in the ring is Isabella Drake and Franklin. Between her and Nick Kelly with his comrades is Anson Drake!)

Michaels: My God, this match has become a soap opera! Who'll Anson side with?

(Anson turns his head from left to right trying to decide. He then blasts Isabella with a right hand, knocking her down!!! Nick Kelly then hits Natural Causes on the distracted Franklin and makes the cover! 1... 2... 3!! Kelly retains the title! Franklin and Isabella are sent over the top and out of the ring as Bryan Deas and Eryck Stone help them backstage as inside the ring, Nick, Anson, Jay, Seth, Post and Ayumi raise their arms in salute as "Wherever I May Roam" By Metallica plays and the crowd erupts into a "DI! DI! DI!" chant!)

Michaels: YES! DI are back together!

Lang: ... I don't believe it!

Michaels: Believe it! Isabella may be the latest of Franklin's lackeys, but Dangerous Intentions have reformed! The reigning Champion, the former Champion, the company's Vice President and Lt. Vice President and two of the all-time greats! A war which started at War of the Damned has been kick started again here at King of the Death Matches! Folks, I'm Joe Michaels with Jimmy Lang and his unfeasibly large cheeks! Thanks for being with us! Good night!

(The credits and copyrights are shown as Nick Kelly and Anson Drake shake hands and shout abuse across at Franklin, Deas, Drake and Stone.)

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Jay's OOC Rantrospective:

Kudos to Rickets for doing the majority of the spelling/punctuation corrections! It saved me a good hour or so and meant that the only corrections I had to do was mine and Manny's, so everyone goes home happy in that aspect. One nagging thought that I always have is "You know, that main event could've been MUCH better!" I think that this Main Event could've been booked much better. For instance, very little emphasis ended up being on Nick Kelly beating Franklin, but hey, that main event was knocked up in 3 days, so what the hey? Hopefully, we can either start to elevate people or get in new prospective headliners! Bryan Deas is No.1 contender now that he's lost the US Title, so that's one guy. I'm sure that with his new gimmick, C1/Seth would like another break at the big-time and if Post could be bothered to show up, he'd be there. I'm still high on Hades' talent and think that a World Title shot has been owed to him since he completed his first month or two in XCW.

As for Y2Jay getting his shot? I'll leave that up to the general direction of Y2Jay. For now, I'm quite happy doing "The Mis-adventures of Jay and Ayumi".

Constructive criticism is welcome. Flaming/bitching/death threats will result in a Bryan Deas-related sexual assault.

Your friendly neighbourhood Vice President, Head Booker and Drug Dealer,

-Jay Moss.

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