Title WFW Retribution Date May 26, 2002 Venue Staples Center Location Los Vegas, Nevada

(The WFW logo pops up on the screen momentarily. It gives way to a montage of war footage, from World War 1 all the way up to Operation: Desert Storm, interspersed with footage of WFW events of the past month. A voice-over starts..."This Memorial Day weekend ones thoughts turn to war and the evils its entails, the things lost in a struggle for good." A clip of black-and-white footage of a tank firing rounds gives way to one featuring Ravage and Donna's terrorizing antics against Adam Masterson, Venus, and Pete Harris. "In war many men and women go into battle, but there is no real winner." A clips of a jungle gunfight in Viet Nam gives way to clips of the various participants in the Extreme Invitational Battle Royale. "War often begins with one heinous attack." Footage of the attach on Pearl Harbor turns into footage of D.I.'s attack on Jeff Harris, ending with Harris locking eyes with Chris Lancer. "After such an attack, thoughts turn to retribution." A clip of footage of missiles firing into buildings and huge oil fires from Desert Storm turn into footage from last week's Revolution vs. Hades match. "Tonight, in one ring, many men and women will go into battle...but only some of them will get retribution! "A ring is shown surrounded by flames that continue to rise until they cover the entire screen. From the flames comes the WFW: Retribution logo. This soon gives way to the war-themed stage inside the Staples Center where pyrotechnics go off from seemingly all directions. The stage is complete with camouflage, cargo netting, and an actual tank among other props. "Watershed" by Coal Chamber, the official theme song of Retribution starts to play as the camera scans the capacity crowd as the stand on their feet and cheer and holds up their various signs. The camera cuts over to the announce table, where Jimmy Lang and Joey Michaels are standing by.)

Michaels: Welcome to WFW’s RETRIBUTION! I am “The Professor” Joey Michaels and this is…

Lang: Coal Chamber so rules! That's "Watershed" off of Coal Chamber's new cd "Dark Days". Go out and buy ten copies! Oh yeah, I'm Jimmy "The one you're mother shoulda warned you about" Lang.

(Michaels stares at Lang as he rocks out to the music while wearing an army helmet.)

Michaels: What's up with the headgear there, Jimmy?

Lang: I'm just getting into the theme of the whole night you should, too. I got a army nurses' outfit here you could wear.

(Lang reaches down and pulls up a nurse’s outfit, complete with cap and tries to give it to Joey.)

Michaels: I think I'll pass. Let's talk about all the action planned to go down tonight. Folks, we truly have one war after another set to take place in that very ring!

Lang: You've got that right, Nurse Joey. We have an Extreme Invitational Battle Royale featuring 8 wrestlers, where anything goes, but only one of them will come out WFW Extreme Champion.

Michaels: And later on there's the 6-man elimination tag match, pitting three members of Dangerous Intentions against the team of Death Row and Bryan Deas.

Lang: Speaking of Dangerous Intentions, "The Assassin" himself, Chris Lancer will take on "009" Jeff Harris, as Harris is out for revenge for D.I's attack on him a few weeks ago.

Michaels: Indeed. And in what could be the match of the night, Adam Masterson defends his WFW Intercontinental Title against "The Phenom" Ravage in a Strap Match!

Lang: And since we're on the subject of straps, of better yet strap-ons, the "WFW's Extreme Diva" Venus will take on the lovely Donna Diavola in a Bikini Match! Whoo-hoo!

Michaels: Keep it in your pants, will ya? In another heated bout Isabella Drake puts the WFW Lightweight Title on the line against up-and-comer, AP.

Lang: It looks like AP did one too many impressions, one that pissed Izzy off. He called her a witch!

Michaels: It all caps off with the WFW World Title on the line in a Flames of hell Match, where Revolution defends his title against "The Master of Pain" Hades! Talk about your barnburners!

Lang: Its gotta be one of the most dangerous matches in the world of wrestling. Neither man will be the same after it’s all said and done.

Michaels: Speaking of AP, I'm getting word that something in going on outside the arena.

(The camera cuts back to outside the arena, in the back, where fans and arena workers alike are circled around something or someone that’s not immediately seen. The camera makes its way through the crowd until it shows everyone’s focus, the WFW’s master of impressions, AP. Beside him is a trunk of props. Everyone is laughing; likely meaning he just got done impersonating somebody.)

AP: Whew! I’m on a roll out here. This next one, its gotta be my last one… *crowd sounds disappointed* because I have a Lightweight Title match to get ready for! *disappointment turns to cheers* Ok, any suggestions? I can do anybody.

Voice from somewhere in the crowd: I have a suggestion…

AP: Ok, step on up, and let me have it.

(A section of the crowd parts, as someone from the back shoves their way up to the front. It turns out to be Shawn “Master” Blaster, although most people don’t recognize him including AP.)

AP: Ok, what’s your suggestion. Let me have it.

Blaster: My suggestion is that you stop acting like a clown and doing these STUPID impressions and behave like a real wrestler for a change.

AP: Heh, ok? Look, I like doing these impressions and all these other people here like my impressions. So, if you don’t like ‘em, you don’t have to stay and watch.

Blaster: You’re right. I’ll go.

(Shawn starts to walk away as the people cheer, but he stops in his tracks. AP, meanwhile is into his trunk preparing for his next impression and mocking Blaster.)

Blaster: Wait, I can’t leave yet. I forgot to “let you have it”.

(As AP looks up from the trunk, both confused and annoyed, Shawn charges at him clotheslining him on the pavement. The crowd stands back aghast as Shawn proceeds to lay kick after kick into AP’s ribs. AP tries to fight his way up, but Shawn catches him with a knee to the face. He then reaches into AP’s trunk and pull out a glass mug. Shawn hold’s back AP’s head and smashes the mug on his forehead, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Blaster picks AP’s limp body up and drapes his head over the edge of the trunk. He grabs the lid with both hands and slams it down hard on the back of the unconscious AP’s neck before dusting off his hands.)

Blaster: How’s that for first impressions?

(Shawn shoves his way back through the throng of people and the camera goes back to the announce table.)

Michaels: Good gravy! Is AP going to be able to make it to his Lightweight Title match against Isabella Drake?!

Lang: Somebody needs to get some paramedics out there and see if he’s conscious first.

Jack O’Hara: Making her way to the ring from Manhattan, New York. Weighing in at 135 pounds, Venus!

(The lights go down, "Just A Girl" by No Doubt plays and a burst of white pyros explode from the entrance way, the lights come back up and Venus stands there sporting a pink bikini she poses and then runs down the ramp way then she slides into the ring, she climbs the ropes and puts one arm in the air. Finally, she steps down and the music fades away.)

Jack O’Hara: And her opponent from New York City! Weighing in at 135 pounds, Donna Diavola!

(“One Who Feeds” by The Genitorturers starts up, the crowd give a mixed reaction but the soon changes as Donna walks out from the back wearing a black sheer bikini, she walks to the ring, walks up the steps and climbs into the ring.)

Michaels: These two are about ready to go!

Lang: Oh my!

(The bell sounds and both women look at each other; Donna runs at Venus and does a drop kick, Venus gets up and slaps Donna, she slaps back then they grapple, Donna gets Venus in an Armbar, she reverses then knees Donna in the back of the leg making her go down, Venus runs against the rope then slides out of the ring. She goes under the ring for some air; she soon gets back in the ring and takes Donna down with a spear, she starts banging Donna’s head against the mat until the referee pulls her away, the crowd start booing as Donna gets up and hits a superkick on Venus, Venus goes into the referee and as Venus gets away from the ref she accidentally gets her bikini top stuck on the turnbuckle, she tries to get away but is unsuccessful, Donna walks up to Venus, slaps her then whips her from the corner making her bikini top come right off.)

Lang: WE HAVE BOOBAGE!!!!!

Michaels: Indeed.

(Venus runs to the other end of the ring with her hands over her chest, the crowd give a standing ovation as Venus gets the bra, gets out the ring and goes underneath it to get dressed. The referee begins counting but seconds later Venus gets back into the ring and gets in a punching contest with Donna. Donna wins as she gives one final punch, kicks her in the stomach, goes behind and hits a Kiss Of Death then kisses her forehead after the maneuver. She goes for the pin, …1 …2 ..Kickout! Donna pick Venus up and whips her into the corner, he runs and hits a tackle making her fall to her ass. Donna then goes to the other end of the ring and runs at Venus hitting a Ride Of Your Life. Venus gets straight back up much to Donna’s surprise. Venus hits a spin kick to Donna then whips her into the ropes and gets a sidewalk slam. Venus goes for a slingshot splash and hits the move, she gets to her feet and picks up Donna, she goes for a Diva Driver but Donna reverses and picks her up hitting a backside slam, Venus crawls up the ropes getting to her feet and looks at Donna who comes running at Venus but gets whipped over the top rope then Venus falls over and begins to breath hard. Donna gets back in the ring and locks in a half Boston crab. Venus screams out in pain and tries to make it to the ropes. Venus takes off her bikini top much to the delight of the crowd and begins to strangle Donna with it. Venus puts it back on, goes to the top rope then as Donna gets up she tries to hit her with a Venus Envy, but Donna flops out the way. Donna picks Venus up as she holds her back in pain and hits her with a Kiss of Death! Donna goes for the pin, …1 …2 …3!! The bell sounds as kisses Venus’ forehead and then poses in the ring.)

Jack O’Hara: The winner of this match, DONNA DIAVOLA!

(The camera cuts to a backstage dressing room. Both members of Death Row, David Schwartz and Chris Sizemore are then seen talking to each other, dressed and ready for action.)

Schwartz: So as I was saying…

(BBD comes busting into the room, wearing his half of the WFW tag team championship. He too is dressed in his ring gear.)

Sizemore: Deas, you ready to go?

BBD: Of course.

Sizemore: Because, you know we all have to be on the same page to beat D.I. The card might read “3 on 3”, but we all know that the other 3 jackasses in Dangerous Intentions are going to find a way to stick their noses in the match, which means we’re likely out-numbeff0000. We can still win, but-

BBD: You’re wrong.

Schwartz: What did you just say?

BBD: What? I said he’s wrong. We’re not gonna be out-numbeff0000. Dangerous Intentions is gonna be the ones who are out-numbeff0000.

Sizemore: *to Schwartz* I knew it was a bad idea teaming with this guy. He’s delusional.

Schwartz: *to Sizemore* You’re telling me.

BBD: Oh no, brothers. We’re not gonna be out-numbeff0000. We have the thousands and thousands of BBD-aholics on our side. No man, woman, or beast on the planet, not even D.I. can handle the power of the BBD-aholics! When I’m out there in that ring, surrounded by all my BBD-aholics, and they start to chant my name…

(A faint “B-B-D” chant can be heard from inside the arena.)

BBD: The place becomes BBD-afied and all of their energy gets transferff0000 to me and I start “BBDing up” no one will be able to stop us! So come, lets go out there and show D.I. who has the most dangerous intentions!

(BBD charges out of the room, while Sizemore and Schwartz look uneasily at each other before heading out the door themselves. The camera cuts immediately to the D.I. dressing room, where Y2Jay and Seth Stevens are sitting down, eating & drinking and watching TV. Anson Drake is standing up, pacing back-and-forth angrily.)

Y2Jay: Look, Anson, will you calm the hell down?! Have a seat and eat something.

Anson: I’m not going to calm down until the others get here? Where the f(beep)k is Lancer, Sandman, and Post?! I expect this type of shit from Lancer, but not the other two. We have a lot of things to accomplish tonight and they’re nowhere to be found!

Seth: Yeah, where the hell are they? I haven’t talked to any of them all day.

Y2Jay: They’re probably stuck in traffic or something. They’re going to be here. Personally, I have an Extreme Title match coming up that I have to get ready for, so I’ll see you ladies-

(The door opens and Lancer, Post, and Sandman come into the room, as if nothing’s wrong.)

Lancer: We miss anything?

(Anson lunges at Lancer’s throat and the two get into a bit of a scuffle before being pulled apart, Lancer by Post & Sandman and Anson by Seth & Jay.)

Anson: Lancer, I knew letting you in D.I. was a mistake.

Seth: Yeah, Lancer, you better get with the program.

Anson: If you don’t, “The Assassin” just might get assassinated.

(Lancer breaks free from Post & Sandman and dives at Anson, and they start fighting again. They get pulled apart a second time, but not before Lancer punches Anson in the jaw. Lancer storms out of the room.)

Jay: You guys better calm your boy down before something really bad happens.

(Post and Sandman head out the door to chase after Lancer. Anson breaks free of Jay and Seth’s hold, and holds his jaw as he stares angrily toward the doorway.)

Michaels: This next match is for the WFW Extreme title, eight men will enter and only one will be victorious.

Lang: The ways they can win is if they throw their opponents over the top rope, pin them or make them submit.

Michaels: Each wrestler will be able to bring one weapon with them down to the ring, although they might go under the ropes to the outside and get weapons from under the ring. Lets get it on!

Jack O’Hara: Making his way to the ring first, from parts unknown, weighing in at 220 pounds. The Sickness, Loki!

(“Scumgrief” by Fear Factory starts up, the crowd starts giving out boo’s as Loki comes out from the backstage area with a stuffed bunny in his hand. He walks to the ring slowly obviously scaff0000 of the match outcome. He walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring waiting for the rest.)
Jack O’Hara: His opponent, from San Jose, California, weighing in at 225 pounds. Simon Kennedy!
(“One Armed Scissor” by At The Drive In starts up, the crowd reaction doesn’t change from the fans as Simon makes his way out clutching onto a steel chair, he runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Once on his feet he starts posing.)

Jack O’Hara: Their opponent, from Baltimore, Maryland weighing in at 120 pounds. Nancy Taylor!
(“Pour Some Sugar On Me” by Def Leopard starts up. The crowd starts to cheer as Nancy Taylor struts out from the back with a ring bell hammer. She walks up the ring steps and steps through the bottom rope.)

Lang: Oh my god, don’t tell me she could be our next Extreme…

(The Syndicate theme starts up.)

Lang: Never mind.

Jack O’Hara: Representing The Syndicate, weighing in at 230 pounds, Malice!

(Malice comes out from the backstage area holding a 2x4. He ignores the crowd’s reaction to him as he steps up the ring steps and into the ring; he takes a swing at Loki who backs away quickly.)

Jack O’Hara: Their opponent, from Buffalo, New York weighing in at 230 pounds. “The Righteous One” Blake Williams!

(“Righteous One” by Bone Thugs ‘N’ Harmony starts up, Blake comes out from the entrance way and walks down the ramp, he’s holding onto a sledge hammer but before he gets to the bottom of the ramp Fate comes out from the crowd, gets up on the security barrier and jumps hitting a flying clothesline to Blake, he starts kicking the hell out of him. He picks Blake up and hits a spinebuster of the ramp. Malice and Simon Kennedy go straight for the attack as they double-team Loki. Nancy Taylor watches on as Loki gets hit with a steel chair then hit in the ribs with the 2x4.)

Michaels: All hell has broken lose!

(Fate lands a leg drop on Blake Williams; “Superstar” by Saliva starts up.)

Jack O’Hara: Making his way down the ramp, The Chosen One, Seth Stevens!

(Seth runs down the hand with a steel chair and cracks Fate over the head with the chair. He goes straight down, Blake gets to his feet but also gets a chair shot to the head. He slides in the ring where he goes straight for Loki. “Back in Black” by AC/DC starts up, the crowd give mixed reactions as Jay Moss comes out from the back wearing his xCw World title, he slowing walks down the ramp but stops when he sees the sledge hammer. He smiles as he picks it up and takes off his xCw title belt; Fate and Blake get to their feet and jump Jay. Jay turns around and slams the end of the hammer into Fates head, Blake backs away as Jay turns around and slides into the ring. Blake grabs Fate and throws him into the ring and follows as the bell rings. Jay hits Blake in the head with the sledgehammer and he slides into the ring, he turns his attention to Malice, he swings the hammer behind his leg making him collapse on to the mat, Jay drops the sledgehammer then begins pummeling Malice, Loki is lifted off Seth’s head then gets his ribs slammed into Seth’s ribs. Nancy slaps Seth… The crowd start laughing as Seth grabs Nancy picks her over his head and throws her out of the ring landing hard on the mat. The crowd starts booing as Seth flips them off. Simon Kennedy hits a dropkick to the back of Seth, he whips him into the ropes and goes for a back body drop but Seth reverses into a huge DDT. Fate struggles to get to his feet, he staggers about the ring before he is hit by a superkick by Seth Stevens. Black Williams eventually makes it to his feet. Referee come out from the back to help Nancy Taylor to the back, Blake Williams hits a PD-13 on Seth, Loki picks up his stuffed by and starts beating the hell out of Jay with it, Jay gets off of Malice and gives an evil stare to Loki, he grabs him by the head, snatches the stuffed bunny and makes him eat it, seconds later Loki starts coughing up feather. Fate goes to the outside via the bottom rope so he doesn’t eliminate himself; he pulls out a few weapons from under the ring and throws them inside. He then pulls out a large set of Ladders which he sets up on the outside of the ring near the announce table.)

Lang: What the hell does he think he’s doing with them?

Michaels: I don’t know but I’m moving if anyone starts climbing them.

(Fate gets back in the ring and picks up a trashcan; he hits Blake with it a few times then throws it at Malice. Malice gets up and hits a spin kick to Fate, Jay shouts something to Seth, Seth hits a Vertical Impact on Loki then Jay jumps over the top rope and begins climbing the ladders, as Jay gets dangerously to the top Seth goes to the top turnbuckle and hits a missile dropkick to the ladders, Seth lands in the ring as the ladders start to rock. Jay holds on as the ladders fall over, smashing through the announce table, hitting both announcers and making Jay go flying into the crowd. The crowd can’t believe it as the match continues. Blake and Simon double-team Seth hitting him with a backdrop then Malice goes for a shooting star press but gets caught by Blake Williams and gets transformed into a powerslam. Fate and Loki exchange blows to the face but that is soon stopped as Simon hits both men with a chair shot to the head. Security hold back the crowd as officials race down and looks at Jay’s broken body, Blake Williams hits a Lights Out to Simon Kennedy then locks in a sharpshooter, Seth gets to his feet and picks up the sledge hammer, he walks over to Loki, raises the sledge hammer over his head the slams it down hard onto Loki’s ribs! Loki begins coughing up blood as Seth continues to drive the sledge hammer deep into Loki’s rib cage, Fate slides out of the ring and lays on the floor trying to get his breath. Blake almost gets Simon to tap out but Simon grabs onto a trashcan lid and hits Blake repeatedly in the head until he lets go. Malice gets to his feet and holds onto the ring bell Nancy Taylor brought down and cracks Seth over the head with it making Seth drop the sledgehammer on Loki’s face busting him open. Seth gets up and starts brawling with Malice. Fate gets back in the ring and tries to pin Loki but Simon breaks the pin with a kick to the head, Fate gets to his feet and turns to Simon but before he can do anything he gets hit with a dropkick and gets tied up on the outside by the ropes. Seth puts Malice down with a Paralyzer. Seth then picks up the sledge hammer and goes to the outside of the ring via the bottom rope, walks over to Fate then starts slamming the sledgehammer in the ribs of Fate. Jay eventually gets to his feet and pushes the officials away; he gets up on the security barrier, steps onto the ladder then runs down it and slides into the ring. As Jay’s feet didn’t touch the floor he hadn’t been eliminated, Michaels gets back on his announce position..)

Michaels: ARGH! damn my head hurts; I think Lang may need medical attention here. How could Seth do that to his own stable mate? It seems that Seth has been going all out to win this match tonight.

(Jay looks at Seth then shouts at him to get back in the ring, Seth climbs through the ropes and walks up to Jay trying to explain himself, Jay doesn’t want to hear any of it as he starts punching Seth in the head, he whips into the ropes and hits him with a back body drop to the outside of the ring eliminating him. Jay picks up the sledgehammer and goes on a killing spree as he slams the hammer into Loki’s throat, Jay looks over Loki’s broken body as he slowly stops breathing, Jay begins to smile but that’s cut short as Seth gets back in the ring, Jay and Seth start pummeling each other, going from one way to the other, Blake Williams grabs Seth by the back of the neck then whips him over the rope. Blake then starts to hit Jay, Malice hits a spin kick then a drop toehold to Simon Kennedy, Fate gets free of the ropes and lies unconscious inside the ring.)

Michaels: Lang, you’re up!

Lang: Man that was fun! Wait look at Loki, he’s stopped breathing.

Michaels: Well he hasn’t been eliminated yet so he’s still in the match even if he does need medical attention.

(Simon holds onto his ribs as he tries to get to his feet, Jay drops Blake with a clothesline then goes over to Simon and hits him with an Acoustic Equalizer. Simon falls back landing on Loki, Jay then covers Simon for a double pin.)

Ref: …1 …2 …3!

(As officials strap the lifeless Loki onto a stretcher, Simon crawls to the backstage area just leaving Blake, Jay, Fate and Malice left in the ring.)

Lang: Double pin!

Michaels: I don’t think Simon and Loki will be wrestling for a while.

(Jay kicks Malice in the section; Fate runs at Jay then hits him with a double-arm DDT. Blake gets Jay in a figure four-leg lock while hitting him over the head with a trash can lid. Jay quickly reverses the move; Fate picks up Malice, hits a Snap Tiger Driver then picks him up and hits another one. Fate then wastes no time tossing Malice over the top rope. Malice tries to get back in the ring only to be attacked by Seth Stevens, security try to get Seth to go to the back but are unsuccessful as Seth carries on the attack; Fate rolls outside of the ring, picks up a chair and hits Seth from behind, knocking Seth out. Jay looks at Fate standing over Seth’s body and begins to yell at Fate to come back in the ring. As he does, Blake hits a reverse DDT on Jay and goes for the pin.)

Ref: …1 …2 …Kickout!

(Fate gets up on the apron and climbs the turnbuckles. Blake picks Jay up and hits a Lights out, he goes for the pin again but Fate leaps off, hitting a frog splash on top of Blake and Jay! Fate bounces off and holds his ribs as Blake angrily gets to his feet.  He lifts up Fate and begins punching him up against the ropes. Jay wearily gets up and charges at the two of them, shoving Blake in the back, causing Blake to knock Fate over the top rope! Jay then grabs one of Blake’s legs and tries to throw him over the top rope as well. Blake kicks him away and gets himself off the ropes. Jay moves in and goes for a Legsweep Faceslam, but Blake reverses it into a Light’s Out on a steel trashcan then goes for the pin. The referee starts to count, 1…2…3!)

Jack O’Hara: The winner of this match and new WFW Extreme Champion. Blake Williams!

(Blake gets handed his belt and raises it in the air “The Righteous One” by Bone Thugs N Harmony starts up as Blake stares down Jay who is laying unconscious on the outside.)

(The camera cuts to the back where WFW World Champion Revolution is stepping up to a soda machine as the fans in the arena cheer. He pulls out some change from his pocket and puts it in the slot. He presses a button, but nothing happens. Looking disappointed and confused, Revolution smacks the machine. Still nothing happens. He sets his World title down and grabs the soda machine with both hands and starts shaking it violently, but still no soda comes out. Ravage walks into the picture behind Revolution as the crowd boos his appearance.)

Ravage: Hey!

(Rev turns around, sees who it is and gets in a fighting stance.)

Ravage: Relax. If I wanted to attack you, I would’ve done it already. Here…

(Ravage steps past Revolution and measures up the soda machine, banging it three times in what seems to be a certain pattern. A Coke drops out and Ravage picks it up and hands it to Rev.)

Ravage: Those machines are tricky; you gotta know how to work ‘em.

Revolution: Uh, yeah, Thanks.

Ravage: Yeah, anyway, I wanted to wish you luck in your match against Hades. You, and me, we have no beef between us. Me and Masterson is a different story, but I don’t have a problem with you. And it’s no secret that I absolutely despise Hades. So, I just wanted to wish you good luck, champ and to tell you after you beat Hades here tonight, and after I take out Adam Masterson, we might just meet up again under less friendly circumstances.

(Ravage walks away as Revolution shrugs it off and opens his soda.)

Voice from off-camera: Revolution! Revolution! I’m looking for Revolution!

(Revolution picks up his belt and walks around the corner. As he does, he bumps right into an angry Anson Drake. Anson glares at Revolution and shoves him back.)

Anson: Move the hell out of my way! I have to find someone, and now on top of that some moron is calling for me. I don’t have time to waste kicking your ass.

Revolution: First, they weren’t calling you. They were definitely calling me. They said “Revolution! Revolution!”, not “Prostitution! Prostitution!” And secondly, I have plenty of time before my match against Hades, plenty of time to kick your ass.

Anson: Like I said, I’m busy. I already have a match tonight, but you what? I hope you beat Hades tonight. Yeah, I actually hope you win. That way, after you beat Hades and retain the WFW World Title, I can have the pleasure of kicking your ass and taking that title from you. Now move out of my way. I have things to do.

(Anson walks back up near Anson, looks around angrily, then walks off-camera in the other direction.)

Revolution: Heh, I didn’t think I’d have so many fans tonight. Oh well. I DO have some time to kill before my match tonight…PROSTITUTION! PROSTITUTION!

(Anson walks back on-camera and looks around. He then walks past Rev, going the other way. Revolution just chuckles to himself, then walks away. The camera cuts back to ringside.)

Jack O’Hara: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WFW Lightweight Championship. Introducing first from Syracuse, New York, weighing in this evening at 199 lbs, I present to you, AP!!!

(“Rascal King” by the Mighty Mighty Bosstones hits as AP makes his way to the ring with a serious look on his face. He gets into the ring and awaits the champion.)

Jack O’Hara: Now, introducing his opponent. She hails from Aston Villa, England and she weighs at 191 lbs, here comes the WFW Lightweight Champion, Isabella Drake!!!

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

Michaels: What a match this will be here for the Lightweight Title. Another big test for the champion!!!

Lang: Woohooo, puppies!!

Michaels: Oh, shut up damnit and call the damn match.

(The ref calls for the belt and the match is underway. Isabella just looks at AP and then lays down as AP looks confused.)

Michaels: What the hell is this? Is Drake dropping the title to AP?

Lang: I’m shocked at this, but it looks like that AP will be the new champ.

(As AP goes over to Isabella to pin her, Isabella rolls AP up in a small package but gets only a 2 count. AP looks furious as he knocks Isabella down with a huge clothesline.)

Michaels: damn, AP looks pissed.

Lang: Ya think? Oi!

(AP whips Isabella into the ropes and gives her a high backdrop. AP then comes off the ropes and nails her with a huge legdrop. He goes for the cover but Isabella kicks out at 2. AP picks Isabella up with the hair and throws her over the top rope and onto the floor. With Isabella on the outside, AP climbs up to the top rope and waits for Isabella to get up. Isabella gets up and AP nails her with a missile dropkick. AP grabs Isabella and rams her into the steel steps. AP goes over to the timekeeper and grabs a steel chair. AP pulls the chair over his head and attempts to nail her with it but the ref grabs the chair from AP as AP looks frustrated. While the ref and AP are arguing, Isabella gets up and dropkicking AP in the back in which AP runs into the ref and knocks him out. Isabella charges at AP and nails him with a flying forearm. Isabella throws AP back into the ring. Isabella gets on the top turnbuckle and attempts a high flying move but AP falls into the ropes in which Isabella loses her balance and is on the turnbuckle in pain. AP goes to the top rope and nails Isabella with a superplex. AP attempts a cover but the ref is out so he drags Isabella to the center of the ring and goes to the top rope and nails Isabella with a top rope elbow drop. He makes the cover but no ref. AP goes to the outside to revive the ref and then, he brings him back into the ring. AP grabs Isabella’s legs and attempts a submission hold but Isabella counteff0000 it and gives AP a low blow and then a ddt.)

Michaels: What a match that we are seeing here.

Lang: Booo!!!! Boring.

(Isabella and AP both get back up as AP gets the first blow in but again, Isabella gets a low blow and attempts a piledriver of AP but AP counters the piledriver and nails Isabella with the Iceburg. AP then picks Isabella and drags her to the turnbuckle. He attempts to finish her off with the Brain but as he does, Isabella counters it and locks AP into the Low Tolerance Level and she gets him right in the center of the ring.)

Michaels: That’s it! It’s over.

Lang: Come on, AP!!! Don’t tap!!!

(The ref is asking AP if he gives up and AP is trying to reach the ropes but Isabella pulls back on the hold and AP has no chance but to tap out. The ref calls for the bell and hands the WFW Lightweight Belt to Isabella as he raises her hand in victory.)

Jack O’Hara: The winner of this match and still the WFW Lightweight Champion, Isabella Drake!!!

Michaels: What a match this was and still, she is the WFW Lightweight Champ.

Lang: Meh.

(The camera cuts to a backstage hallway, when “009”Jeff Harris comes into view. He walks up to a small desk, behind which sits a female arena employee wearing a headset and holding a clipboard.)

Harris: Excuse me, miss, might you direct me to my secret agent suite?

Female staffer: You mean your dressing room?

Harris: TomAtoe, tomAHtoe…

Female staffer: Ok, and you are…?

Harris: Harris, Jeff Harris, super secret agent extraordinaire-slash-professional wrestler.

Female staffer: O…K? Ah, Jeff Harris. *looking at clipboard* You’re in room 9.

Harris: Would that be double-o nine?

Female staffer: Uh, sure. Anyway, its down there. *points down the hall*

Harris: Thank you, madam. You have done yourself and your country a great service.

(Harris walks down the hall until he gets to a door with “9” on it. He pulls out a black marker from inside his jacket and scribbles “00”s in front of the “9”, then opens the door, In front of him he sees two gorgeous women wearing black teddies and high heels, one a blonde (caucasion) and the other African-American.)

Blonde: Greetings, Jeff Harris. My name is Ivana Dewitt.

African-American: And my name is Juwanna Doomee. We are here because we would like to make love to you…

Ivana Dewitt: At the same time.

Harris: Of course you do. Lets get to it, shall we? I have a match tonight to prepare for.

(With that, Ivana turns and raises her hand in which she’s holding some sort of remote control. She presses a button and the room begins to transform. A Frank Sinatra song starts to play, from seemingly out of nowhere.  The couch flips into the wall and is replaced by a circular king-sized bed. The lights dim and a disco ball drops from the ceiling in the middle of the room. The ceiling panel directly above the bed inverts, changing into a mirror. The dresser flips over, turning into a stand with a wide array of lubricants and sex toys. Ivana and Juwanna saunter over and get onto the bed on opposite sides, motioning Harris over with their index fingers. Harris runs and leaps onto the bed, in between the two women.)

Ivana: You don’t mind if I turn out the lights? Do you Jeff?

Harris: Its fine with me. *takes off his jacket*

(Ivana hits another button on the remote and the lights go out. Soon moans and grunts and movement on the bed are heard.)

Ivana: Stay still, Jeff. We have a surprise for you.

Harris: Ooh. I like surprises.

(More movement can be heard.)

Woman’s voice different from the others’: Oooh, “009” I got you just where I want you.

Harris: Ow!!! What the hell?!?!? Turn on the lights!

(The lights come on, revealing none-other-than “009”’s arch-enemy, Jean Deas laying at Jeff’s feet. A look of pure horror comes over Jeff’s face.)

Jean: Aww, don’t be so surprised, “009”. Ivana and Juwanna work with me at Shone-I mean they work for my evil terrorist organization SHONEYS(Super Hate Organization of Nefarious Evil and Yummy Suppers). They helped me plan this whole thing. That little prick you…just felt was me injecting you with a combination of every STD and deadly disease known to man, including gonorrhea, the crabs, herpes simplexes 1 though 10, AIDS, leprosy, cancer, all the poxes, and the plague. Ha-ha, I told you I’d get you, “009” and now I have. Ahahahahahhahaha….

(Harris smiles and starts laughing along with Jean. She stops her laughter and looks at him, confused and angry.)

Jean: What the hell are you laughin’ at?

Harris: I’m laughing…because I’m not Jeff Harris. I’m…

(The Harris impersonator pulls off a very convincing combination of latex and make-up.)

Harris: I’m Loki! Ahahahahahhaaha. Jeff said that if I dressed up like him, there would be two women who’d have sex with me and being as though that’s the only way I could ever get women to have sex with me, I jumped on the idea.

Jean: Oh, well, this just won’t do. I have a confession to make of my own. Although the injection I gave you was very real, you see, I’m not really Jean Deas. I’m…

(The Jean-impersonator pulls off their own combo of make-up and latex from their face.)

Jean: I’m Morpheus! But those are two women who work at a Shoney’s.

(Loki grabs the syringe from Morpheus and jabs him with it.)

Morpheus: Great! Now look what you’ve done! Now we’re both gonna die!

Loki: Well, since we’re both gonna die, you wanna go out…with a bang?

(Morpheus shrugs his shoulders and just as Loki and Morpheus are about to kiss (to the disgust of the thousands in attendance watching on the WFW-tron), the real Jeff Harris kicks in the door.)

Harris: WHAT IN THE BLOODY hell IS GOING ON HERE? Loki, I told you, you could use my room to get with two women, and now I find you and Morpheus in bed, you dressed up like me and that fruit dressed up like Jean Deas, while the women watch?! Both of you get the hell out of here before I’m forced to kick both of your asses, secret agent-style!

(Loki and Morpheus, both in costume from the neck down, scramble out of the bed and run out the door, hand-in-hand. Ivana and Juwanna both look at Jeff and smile.)

Harris: Well, there’s no point in letting this perfectly good bed go to waste.

(Harris smirks at the camera, then pulls out a Cuban cigar, lighting it as the camera cuts back to ringside.)

Michaels: What in the hell did we just witness?

Lang: I don’t know, but the future doesn’t look bright for the happy couple of Loki and Morpheus. They were both poked with that deadly needle!

Jack O'Hara - The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from San Diego, California and weighing in at 267lbs: CHRIS LANCER!

("It's Goin' Down" By The X-Ecutioners feat. Linkin Park plays as Chris Lancer makes his way to the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He steps through the ropes and into the ring as his music fades away and the lights in the arena suddenly go out with a gunshot. A single white spotlight flashes as it pans across the entrance ramp. The fans cheer as they know what this is signalling. Another gunshot turns the spotlight ff0000 as runs its way down the aisle and then back towards the entrance ramp as "Hero" by Chad Kroeger plays out and "009" Jeff Harris appears in the spotlight, clad in a tuxedo and standing on top of the entrance display!)

Lang - What the-? What's he going to do from up there?

Michaels - I'm not sure. It looks like he's holding onto something attached to a cord that hovers above the ring.

Lang - He's not going to try and fly to the ring, is he?

Michaels - Well, he's a secret agent, not a super hero... But I wouldn't put it past him.

(Suddenly, more gunshots are heard as a very explosive pyrotechnics display goes off behind "009" as he jumps for the wire cord and slides down it with the fireworks going off behind him! (Jay's Note: Think of a damn classic Bond flick scene merged with Shawn Michaels' entrance at Wrestlemania XII) He glides around the ring before leaping into the center and standing there, unscathed as the crowd applaud his daring entrance! Lancer simply stares at Jeff coldly and claps his hands slowly.)

Lang - Hot damn! Did you see that? The last time we saw an entrance like that in WFW was... Well, we've NEVER seen an entrance like that in WFW!

Michaels - Fans, I'll tell you something. When I was told that Jeff Harris would be here, I came prepaff0000 for a lot of things. Mechanical clones of Jean Deas, a truck full of Martini bottles, the arena exploding, but I did NOT come prepaff0000 for THAT! 'Amazing' never had a more appropriate use!

Lang - Yeah, but look at Lancer! Such death defying stunts don't worry him! Ever since he first appeaff0000 in WFW, he's done some pretty death defying things himself!

Michaels - I'm not going to debate that Lang.

Lang - Good. Shut up then.

Michaels - Bu...

Lang - Ssshh! You're gay. Shut up.

(The bell sounds and instantly "009" connects with a flying knee! Lancer goes down quickly. "009" hits Lancer with an elbowdrop and plays to the crowd as Lancer gets up and hits "009" with a flying knee of his own! "009" falls and Lancer begins punching at Harris' head. Lancer gets up and hits a tiger driver on Lancer. Indian deathlock applied by Lancer! The referee asks "009" if he quits! "009" screams in agony as the crowd rallies him on! "009" makes a desperate reach for the ropes and Lancer breaks the hold. "009" writhes in pain on the canvas. Lancer climbs to the top turnbuckle and executes a diving headbutt on "009"! Cover! 1... 2... "009" kicks out! 'Double-O-Nine!' is the chant for the match at the moment. "009" pulls down Lancer by the legs, puts a knee to his back and pulls hims arms back! The Referee checks for a tap-out! "009" tightens the hold, putting on the pressure! Lancer tries to escape, but can't! His entire upper body feels paralyzed! Lancer continues to fight the pain however, so "009" relinquishes it. Lancer gets back to his feet and begins to wildly punch away at "009"'s torso until he pins him against the ropes and chokes him with his forearm. Lancer grabs "009" by the leg and takes him down. "009" bounces back up and executes a bulldog, slamming Lancer's head onto the mat. "009" picks Lancer up and bounces him against the ropes. Lancer bounces back with a clothesline that's avoided by "009". He kicks him in the stomach... "009" with The Secret Agent Slam on Lancer! "009" covers Lancer! The Referee makes the count! 1... 2... Lancer gets a foot on the ropes! The crowd and "009" are absolutely dismayed! "009" picks Lancer up and knifehand chops him. Lancer responds with a short-arm clothesline! "009" Jeff Harris gets thrown into the corner and gets boot choked by Lancer. Lancer punches "009" in the head a few times before Lancer gets sent into the turnbuckle again while "009" hits him with a splash. Lancer gets hit with a dragon screw from "009" which pops the crowd HUGE!)

Lang - Holy... Did you know "009" could do that?

Michaels - Great Dragon Screw there. I'm not if the Secret Service teaches such high-risk moves of Japanese origin, but "009"'s always had a very mixed and unique move list.

Lang - Not to mention he's the best dressed wrestler there's ever been!

("009" gets back to his feet. Lancer gets up and pokes "009" Jeff Harris in the eye with his thumb. Lancer nails a swinging bulldog on Jeff, sending his face into the mat. "009"climbs to his feet, but Lancer rolls him up! The Referee's there! 1... 2... "009" kicks out. "009" Jeff Harris gets up and hits a jumping sidekick on Chris Lancer. Lancer manages to get an arm-wrench on "009" before he tries to piledriver him, but "009" reverses out of it and hits Lancer with a belly-to-back suplex. Both men get to their feet. "009" Jeff Harris gives Chris Lancer a reverse neckbreaker. "009" Jeff Harris jumps back to his feet. Chris Lancer gets up too and is hit with a spinning leg lariat, sending him to the mat. "009" picks Lancer up, but is struck with a low-blow unnoticed by the Referee! Lancer then lifts up "009"
for a pumphandle slam, but Harris blocks the move by hooking his leg around Lancer's! He pulls out a minature bottle of Martini (!) and takes a small swig before leaning back and spewing it in Lancer's face! Lancer staggers back, holding his eyes in pain!)

Lang - Hold it! Isn't that illegal?

Michaels - I'm not sure. Japanese wrestlers have got away with spewing mist in wrestler's eyes for years, so I assume it's just as legal to spit Martini in an opponent's face.

Lang - Now, THAT'S a secret agent trick!

("009" then once again hits Chris Lancer with The Secret Agent Slam and makes the quick pin, hooking the leg. The Referee makes the count! 1...2...3!)

Jack O'Hara - The winner of the match: "009" JEFF HARRIS!

(After the match Jeff celebrates then starts pointing to the entrance way, Neu Generation's music hits and Neu comes out to some sort of ovation, he gets in the ring, Jeff holds out his hand to Neu for a hand shake but instead Neu chokeslams Jeff, rips off his tuxedo, crushes his sun glasses, breaks his cigars in half and rips his business cards apart, then starts stomping Jeff. Lancer gets to his feet and begins to laugh at Jeff, Neu turns around and chokeslams Lancer. DI begins to pour out from backstage and Neu makes a quick getaway.)

(The camera cuts backstage, to catch Anson Drake still roaming through the halls of the arena. The crowd boos at just the sight of him. He walks down a hallway, checking the sign on each door, until he gets to one and stops dead in his tracks. The camera moves closer to reveal the sign on the door to say, “Scotty Phillips”. Anson smirks, and enters the room, but the camera stays outside.)

Michaels: I didn’t even know Scotty Phillips was back in the WFW, let alone here tonight in Los Angeles!

Lang: Heh, I knew. I know all. Stick with me, and I’ll dispense my knowledge to you.

Michaels: How is it you make everything you say sound dirty?

Lang: It’s a true skill.

(Inside the room, Anson looks around, but sees no one around. He sees a gold Rolex on the coffee table and swipes it, before looking around once more and starting to head out the door. As Anson gets one foot out the room, Scotty Phillips comes waltzing out of the bathroom wearing only some nylon pants and a towel around his shoulders. The fans cheer.)

Scotty: Looking for someone…. Anson?

(Anson stops in his tracks, looks down at the watch, and smiles before turning around.)

Anson: Yeah, I was looking for you, Scotty. I found this watch out in the hall and I knew it had to be yours. So I came to return it. And to welcome you back to the WFW.

Scotty: Yeah, that is my watch. Funny, I could’ve sworn I took it off and left it on this coffee table. But, why do I have the feeling you just didn’t stop by to welcome me back?

Anson: See, I knew you were a smart guy. That’s what I’ve been telling Jay and the other members of D.I. We both know you have what it takes inside the ring, but things have changed around the WFW since you left. People are always attacking you when you least expect it. Its good to have someone nowadays to watch your back.

Scotty: Uh huh. I think I can watch my own back.

Anson: I’m sure you can, but I’m here to offer you a chance of a lifetime. I’m offering you a chance to join Dangerous Intentions. Then you wouldn’t have to worry about watching your back. We’re like a family. And Family looks out for family.

Scotty: Well, this is my first day back. I have a lot of things to do. So, how about I just tell you this about your offer, “I’ll keep it under consideration”. Ok?

Anson: Yeah, yeah. Well, like I said, welcome back. I have to go. I have a big match to get ready for, but I know you’ll make the SMART decision. *heading out the door*

Scotty: I always do, I always do. Oh, and Anson…

Anson: Yeah?

Scotty: Can I have my watch back?

Anson: Heh, almost forgot. Here you go.

(Anson steps back into the room and hands Scotty his watch, then heads out the door. Scotty just stands there, arms folded, looking down at his watch and then back at the door while nodding his head. The camera cuts back to the announce table.)

Michaels: If Scotty Phillips is as smart as Anson says, he won’t join D.I.

Lang: Are you crazy? There’s no way he could turn down an offer like that!

Michaels: At any rate, folks, we have another big, big match coming your way right now! Adam Masterson versus Ravage with the WFW IC Title on the line!

O’Hara: Our next match is a STRAP MATCH and is for the WFW INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE! First, the challenger, coming to the ring from Washington, D.C., weighing in at 257 lbs. And being accompanied to the ring by Donna Diavola, “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 ff0000-letteff0000 words 'FEARLESS', 'PHENOM', then 'RAVAGE', strobe in between clips of past action and matches. Strobing lights fill the arena revealing Ravage and Donna standing on the stage. They walk down to the ring, Ravage with a look of fierce determination. He slides in the ring on his bare abdomen, while Donna uses the steps. She teasingly bends over between the second and topes ropes to enter the ring. Ravage gets up on a set of turnbuckles and jaws with people in the crowd as Donna struts around the ring. The lighting goes back to normal and the music fades out. The referee comes over and starts to put the strap on Ravage, but Ravage yanks it away from him and puts in on himself.)

O’Hara: And his opponent, and current WFW Intercontinental Champion, coming to the right from Destin, Florida, weighing in at 235 lbs. And being accompanied to the ring by Venus, 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 and Venus appear. Adam pours some water over his head and drinks a bit, then throws the bottle into the crowd. The two acknowledge the fans' roaring ovation as they make their way to the ring. Adam rolls under the bottom rope as Venus walks up the steps. By the time Adam is up, Venus is on the ring apron. He sits on the middle rope as Venus steps in. As Venus makes her way in, she raises her arms while Adam is on the middle turnbuckle showing his appreciation to the fans. Venus gives Adam a quick kiss on the cheek, but he backs away with a disturbed look on his face. Venus exits the ring as the music fades.)

Michaels: This rivalry between Ravage and Adam Masterson has been one for the ages.

Lang: I think it’s a little more than a friendly rivalry. Its been and out-and-out blood feud, culminating with tonight’s match for the WFW Intercontinental Title.

[Ravage tosses the other end of the strap at Adam, hitting him with it. Adam reaches down, picks up the strap, and puts it on. They're exchanging words as the bell sounds. The fans are standing to their feet, as this rivalry between both men is so intense. Ravage slaps Masterson in the face. Masterson runs and rams Ravage in the corner. Masterson continues to ram his shoulder into the stomach of Ravage. Finally the referee pulls him off and Ravage spears Masterson down to the mat and proceeds to hammer away with a Beatdown.]

Michaels: Look at both of those men go. This match is going to be brutal. I could see that now.

[Ravage begins to choke Masterson with the strap. Ravage lifts Masterson on his feet and ties the strap around the neck. He slings Masterson over using the strap. Ravage points out of the ring as the fans give him a mix reaction. Ravage lifts Masterson to his feet and ties the strap around his neck once again. Ravage tries to sling him over once again, but this time over the top rope, but Masterson elbows him in the ribs and lifts Ravage up dropping him on the top rope groin first. He ties the strap around Ravage's neck, he clotheslines him off of the top rope and it results is Ravage being hung by the strap]

Michaels: Ravage is being hung by Adam Masterson!!!!

Lang: This match will be more of a last man standing match with a strap involved.

Michaels: Exactly!

[The referee finally makes Masterson let go of the strap and Ravage falls to the floor so he could catch a breather. Adam Masterson pushes the referee out of the way, and springboards off of the top rope and hits Ravage with a flying plancha. Masterson gets up to his feet and as he tries to lift up Ravage, Ravage yanks him by the tights making hit head first into the steel steps. Ravage rolls back in the ring as Masterson struggles to his feet. Ravage yanks the strap, making Masterson run into the steel post. Ravage pauses for heat from the fans and Masterson yanks the strap making Ravage crash shoulder first into the steel post. Masterson quickly rolls back into the ring as Ravage continues to lay between the second and third turnbuckle. Ravage kicks backwards with a low blow.]

Michaels: That was a cheap shot by Ravage!

Lang: You have to win these types of matches by any means necessary.

[Masterson is down as Ravage proceeds to tap the turnbuckles. One...he walks towards the next one and taps it, Two. He walks to the third one and taps it, Three. He walks towards the last one, and Masterson is trying to stop Ravage from touching the fourth turnbuckle by pulling the strap. Ravage runs and knees Masterson in the gut. Ravage tries to Irish Whip Masterson to the ropes, but Masterson reverses it with an Irish whip of his own. Masterson catches Ravage with the Total Breakdown. Ravage seems to be in intense pain. He is trying to fight his way to the ropes. He gets very close to the ropes and Masterson pulls him back into the middle of the ring. Ravage begins to tap]

Michaels: Ravage is tapping out!!! Ravage is tapping out!!

Lang: But the referee can't stop the match since pinfalls or submissions are not part of the rules in this match up.

Michaels: You're right. Remember, the only way you could win this match up is by touching all four turnbuckles.

[Hearing the tapping from Ravage, Adam Masterson lets him go. Master walks to the corner and taps the first turnbuckle, one. He walks over tot he second turnbuckle and tapes it, two. He walks over to the third turnbuckle and taps it, three. He is heading towards the fourth one, and Ravage clotheslines him down to the mat. Ravage begins laying the boots to him. Ravage drags him to the middle of the ring, ties the strap around Masterson's neck and puts him in The Truth]

Michaels: Oh my god, this right here could be the end of Adam Masterson.

Lang: It's no chance in hell of Adam Masterson getting himself out of this situation.

Michaels: Don't count Masterson out yet; he's fighting his way to the ropes.

Lang: Barely.

[Masterson face is turning blue as he gets closer and closer to the ropes. Adam Masterson makes it to the ropes and the referee makes Ravage break the hold. Ravage lifts Adam Masterson to his feet and ties the strap back around the neck of Masterson. He is carrying Masterson on his back. Ravage walks to the first turnbuckle and taps it, one. Masterson taps it as well, one. Ravage drags Masterson to the second corner and taps it, two. Masterson, tapes it at well, two. Ravage drags Masterson to the third turnbuckle and taps it, three. Masterson taps it as well, three. Ravage is fighting his way towards the last turnbuckle. Masterson is holding on to the rope. Masterson uses the ropes to help he flip over top of Ravage and he tries to reach the turnbuckle. Ravage yanks him back and he tries to touch the turnbuckle. Adam Masterson pulls him into a devastating spine buster]

Michaels: What a match this is. Both men are giving their all here tonight.

[Adam Masterson drops numerous of elbows on the chest of Ravage and then drops a knee on the head. He lifts him to his feet and Irish whips him into the ropes. Masterson goes for a back body drop, but Ravage counters it and attempts the his Light's Out maneuver, but Masterson counters that move and hits Ravage with a Northern Lights Suplex over the top rope to the floor. Masterson drops to his knees to catch a breather as Ravage lies there on the floor. Masterson is now up as Ravage is starting to get to his feet as well. Masterson spring boards to the top rope and Ravage yanks him off of the top rope with the strap]

Lang: Incoming!

[Adam Masterson crashes through the commentators table.]

Lang: Well, yeah, he's dead.

Michaels: So is our table. Adam Masterson crashing hard through our table and I believe this match is over.

[Ravage grabs Adam Masterson by his hair and lifts him to his feet. He rolls him into the ring and follows him inside. Ravage goes to one turnbuckle and taps it, one…Masterson is motionless as Ravage drags him across the ring to touch the second turnbuckle, two. Ravage drags Masterson across the ring and taps the third turnbuckle, three. Adam Masterson grabs the bottom rope and hooks his arms around the post underneath the bottom turnbuckle. Ravage runs and kicks Masterson in the ribs. Ravage is now unhooking the top turnbuckle in that corner. It's unhooked and he lifts Adam Masterson up to his feet. He slams his head against the steel that is exposed repeatedly, then shoves his bloody body down onto the mat. Ravage drops down and begins choking Adam with the strap. All of the sudden the fans cheer as Rachel Rivers coming strutting down the ramp.  Donna steps up to her, but Rachel k.o.’s her with a single punch much to the delight of the crowd. Rachel then walks over to Venus, who looks as if she’s trying to apologize. Rachel knocks her down, too. She then turns her attention to the ring and hops up onto the apron, then the top turnbuckle. Donna pulls herself up using the apron and tells Ravage to look behind him before she collapses again. Ravage gets up, and as soon as he does, Rachel leaps off, hitting him with a hurrancarana. As Rachel exits the ring, Masterson gets up and hits Ravage with a belly-to-back suplex. Both men are down.]

Lang: I don't know what to say about either one of these men. They're very impressive here tonight.

[Both men slowly getting to their feet. Both men begin to slowly exchange punches. Ravage misses a huge right hand. Masterson grabs him by the waist and Ravage quickly kicks backwards, connecting with a low blow. Ravage goes for the Silencer. Adam Masterson shoves him off of him and Ravage runs right into the exposed turnbuckle. Ravage stumbles backwards and Adam Masterson hits him with the Bitter End. Both men are down as the fans are going crazy after Masterson connected with his Bitter End maneuver.]

Michaels: Could this be? Could this be it?

Lang: We're about to find out as Adam Masterson slowly gets to his feet.

[Adam Masterson walks to the first turnbuckle and taps it, one. He drags Ravage across the ring and taps the second turnbuckle, two. He continues to drag Ravage and taps the third turnbuckle, three. He is on his way to the fourth turnbuckle, Ravage grabs the bottom rope, but Masterson jerks the weak Ravage off of the bottom rope and touches the fourth turnbuckle. The bell sounds as Adam Masterson falls to the mat]

Michaels: He's done it. Adam Masterson has gotten the victory!!!

O'Hara: The winner of this match....And Still The WFW Intercontinental Champion.......Adam Masterson!!!!!!!!!!

(Rachel gets back in the ring and walks up to the wary Adam as he unstraps himself and is handed the belt from the referee. The two look at each other for a second them embrace, then kiss much to the delight of the fans. Adam raises his belt with one hand, and one of Rachel’s hands with the other.)

(The fans begin to "boo" loudly as "Fucking Hostile" by Pantera blares over the P.A. System. Post, Anson Drake, and Mr. Sandman appear under the Retribution logo. They walk out to under the ramp.)

O'Hara: Now making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 741 pounds, Post, Mr. Sandman, and Anson Drake, DANGEROUS INTENTIONS!

(Post and Mr. Sandman begin walking towards the ring. Anson Drake follows a few steps behind. Post slides in under the bottom rope as Mr. Sandman jumps onto the ring apron and then steps into the ring. Anson Drake stands on the outside. Post and Mr. Sandman pose for the crowd as they boo. They then step out of the ring to join Anson. All of a sudden, "Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit hits on the P.A. System as Chris Sizemore and David Schwartz walk out with Jasmine to a moderately warm reception.)

O'Hara: And their opponents at a combined weight of 793 pounds, first, being accompanied by Jasmine, Chris Sizemore and David Schwartz, they are DEATH ROW!

(The two men stop at the bottom of the ramp as "Across the Nation" by the Union Underground hits over the P.A. System. The fans begin to cheer loudly as BBD walks out with Nancy Taylor. Nancy looks a bit tiff0000 after her match, but she comes out with Deas, all the same. They begin to walk toward the ring. They catch up with Death Row and Jasmine. Jasmine and Nancy Taylor walk to ringside as the members of Dangerous Intentions slide into the ring. They signal for Death Row and BBD to enter. They are a bit hasty, but they do slide in, and all six men begin to throw punches at each other. Schwartz and Post go over the top rope and begin brawling outside of the ring. Sizemore and Mr. Sandman do the same leaving Anson and BBD alone in the ring. They circle each other, and Anson charges Deas. Anson spears BBD to the mat and begins to punch him in the face. He, then, places Deas in a headlock. He holds it until Deas grabs the ropes, then releases. Drake, then, locks on a scissors lock on Deas' head. Deas desperately grabs for the rope, but has no luck. Eventually, Drake lightens the hold a bit, but to tighten it, grabs the ropes for leverage. The referee sees this and forces Drake to release. BBD slowly climbs to his feet as Drake is still talking to the referee. BBD grabs Drake and hooks him and his a Ball Breaker on Drake. He goes for the cover as the referee counts:  1.........2........Kickout! BBD pulls Drake up as Post steps into the ring as he has knocked Schwartz out on the outside.)

Michaels: Oh no!

Lang: HA! BBD is screwed!

Michaels: DI doing one of their classic double teams.

Lang: Uh huh.

Michaels: All DI are, are big bullies.

Lang: Oh, boo-hoo. Manage to pull yourself together long enough to commentate through the match.

(Post and Anson kick BBD in the stomach and hit a double suplex. They then pick BBD back up. Anson lifts Deas' arm and Post gets a good shot to the ribs of BBD. Anson, then, hits Sweet Vengeance. Anson goes for the pin: 1..........2.....BBD kicks out! There is a huge gasp from the crowd as Anson looks up at the referee shocked that Deas had kicked out. Anson gets up and begins to yell at the referee as Post has been dragged back to the outside.  From behind, Deas rolls Anson up as the referee counts: 1..........2..........3! Anson jumps up, suprized and looks at Deas who is celebrating. Anson, once again, hits Deas with Sweet Vengeance leaving him motionless in the ring as Drake exits to the back.)

Michaels: BBD BEAT DRAKE! BBD BEAT DRAKE!

Lang: It was a fluke! A fluke!

Michaels: HA! BBD has beaten Anson Drake twice, now, in the center of the ring.  I guess "The Revolution" is now more of a wash-up.

Lang: Anson Drake could still kick your ass. Both were flukes.

Michaels: Yeah, who just got kicked out of the match.  BBD or Drake?

Lang: Who asked you?

(Post jumps into the ring and covers Deas! 1.........2..........Kickout! Nancy Taylor is jumping up and down, cheering Deas on from outside of the ring as Post looks on in disbelief. Post pulls Deas up, and prepares to hit him with Suicidal Tendencies when Chris Sizemore rolls into the ring and tackles Post. Post gets to his feet and stares down Sizemore as BBD rolls out of the ring to join the mayhem between Mr. Sandman and David Schwartz. Back in the ring, Post and Sizemore are exchanging punches. Eventually, Post takes the upper hand and suplexes Sizemore. Post locks on a Figure Four Leglock onto Sizemore. Sizemore desperately reaches for the ropes, but is unable to. Eventually, with Mr. Sandman being occupied with BBD, David Schwartz jumps into the ring, and hits a slingshot splash on Post, causing Post to realise the hold. Schwartz hits a middle rope DDT on Post and makes a cover: 1........2.......Kickout! Post jumps up very quickly and jumps out of the ring. The fans boo until Mr. Sandman slides in behind Schwartz and locks on the Nighty-Night Sleeper! Sizemore quickly pulls Mr. Sandman away and hits him with the Golden Finish! Sizemore goes for the cover as Post is on the outside grabbing a chair.  The referee counts: 1........2..........3!)

Michaels: He is out! It is a three on one!

Lang: NO!

Michaels: YEAH! Dangerous Intentions will finally taste some of their own medicine!

Lang: Yeah, well, you suck!

(Meanwhile, in the ring, Post jumps into the ring with a chair in hand. He nails Sizemore! He nails Schwartz! He nails BBD! The fans are actually beginning a "Post" chant. Post pulls up Sizemore and hits him with the Vortex. Post makes the cover!  The referee counts: 1...........2..........3! Suddenly, Anson Drake, Chris Lancer, Y2Jay, and Seth Stevens. They surround the ring.)

Michaels: What the hell are these assholes doing out here?

Lang: HAHA! I don't know, but I smell a magnificent comeback!

Michaels: I smell cheese.  I do think it is you.

Lang: You are a strange man, indeed.

Michaels: And you eat strange things, indeed.

(BBD and Schwartz struggle to their feet. Seth Stevens distracts the referee as Anson and Jay double team Schwartz. Anson hits Sweet Vengeance on him then exits the ring. Y2Jay hits the Acoustic Equalizer on BBD! Jay pulls Post on top of Schwartz! The referee counts as Seth jumps off
the apron! 1...........2.............3!)

Michaels: Damned cheaters!

Lang: HAHA! It is one on one now!

Michaels: Don't tell me Post is going to steal this one!

Lang: Post is going to steal this one!

Michaels: Shut up!

(Post looks up and sees the three other members of DI around the ring. They are smiling and Post just looks over at BBD. BBD sets Post up for the Ballistically Insane. Anson jumps on the apron and grabs the referee. He holds him away from Deas as Y2Jay nails Deas with his own WFW Tag Title! Post sees this and refused to cover Deas. Anson throws some powder in the referee's eyes as the other members of DI enter the ring. Y2Jay hits Post with the Acoustic Equalizer as Anson hits BBD with Sweet Vengeance. Seth pulls Post on top of Deas. The referee slowly comes to and makes the count! 1...........2.............3!)

Lang: HA!

Michaels: damn IT!

(Mr. Sandman starts to have words with Y2Jay. Lancer helps Post up, but Anson stops him, shoving him away from the groggy Post. Lancer stands up and begins to get in a shoving match with Anson. They start trading punches in no time, leading Y2Jay to start attacking Sandman! Seth comes over and helps Anson double-team Lancer, but only until Post somehow makes it to his feet and tackles Seth as the fans cheer! Post, Sandman, and Lancer manage to drive the other three out of the ring. Seth, Anson, and Y2Jay angrily walk backwards up the ramp while shouting at the others.)

Michaels: What the hell is going in tonight!?!?! Did we just see the end of Dangerous Intentions?

Lang: Now, now, before you jump to any conclusions…I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for all this. I don’t know when we’ll found out what it is, but I’m sure there is one.

(The camera cuts to backstage inside the locker room of the Intercontinental Champion, Adam Masterson. Adam and Rachel are on the couch making out, hardcore.)

Rachel: I'm...glad...to...be back.

(Rachel pulls back.)

Rachel: But I think I should explain about earlier.

Adam: Yeah. You seemed to be much more concerned about Venus and not me.

Rachel: Well, there was a reason for that. I wasn't mad at you.

Adam: But I...

Rachel: I know you did, but I told you to do so. I told you to try new things. You didn't start that, she did. It was all on television. I saw the whole thing.

Adam: You did?

Rachel: Yeah, but it is OK. I am not mad at you. It is just Venus. It pisses me off she would try that.

(Suddenly, Venus storms into the room. She has a look of disgust on her face.)

Venus: So...Adam is all forgiven and I get knocked on my ass?

Rachel: Basically...yes.

Venus: Let me tell you something. You won't get away with this. And Adam, don't expect to keep that title much longer.

Adam: Heh, why? You are going to beat me for it?

Venus: No, not me. But I know someone who will. I also know someone who can make that match happen.

Adam: That is real nice, Venus. You and all your someones can go plot. I have lost two months time with Rachel. I need to make that time up.

(Venus storms out as the camera goes back to Lang and Michaels.)

Lang: What the hell is that psycho bitch talking about?

Michaels: Who knows. She is delusional. Lets go to the ring for the main event.

O’Hara: Our next and final match of the evening is a FLAMES of hell MATCH and is for the WFW WORLD TITLE! First, the challenger, coming to the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 290 lbs., being accompanied by Athena, “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, with Athena right behind him using one crutch. The crowd lets out a barrage of boos at Hades, who’s 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 and Athena make their way down the isle way paying no attention to the fans as they remain focused on the task at hand. Once at ringside Hades rolls under the bottom rope then kneels up near the center of the ring, while Athena goes around the side 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 biceps. 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, coming to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 290 lbs., being accompanied to the ring by Kristi, REVOLUTION!

("Crazy Train" by Tijuana Crackwhore fills the arena, as the crowd gets on their feet. Kristi walks out of the isle way to a huge reception. She look sat the entryway, as Revolution walks out 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 towards the other side of the ring, awaiting the start of the match.)

Michaels: This should be one hell of a match between two of the most respected ring generals in the WFW.

Lang: Yeah, but you have to give the advantage to Hades, since it’s a Flames of hell Match. If this match favors anyone in the WFW, its gotta be him.

Michaels: I’m sure that has nothing to do with President Young making this match.

Lang: What are you trying to say? That our great President Young somehow is behaving unfairly?

Michaels: No, of course not. He’s never done that before.

(Both men move towards the center of the ring. As they do, the flames surrounding the edges of the ring, raise higher, causing both Hades and Revolution to turn their attention to the fire. The flames subside to a flicker, and Hades moves in, driving a knee into Revolution’s gut. With Rev bent over, Hades drops a double-axe handle onto his back, sending him to the mat. Hades drops down to his knees and begins pounding away at the back of Revolution’s head. He finishes off by picking Rev’s head up and slamming it back down onto the canvas. Hades gets up and raises both fists in the air, only for the crowd to boo him unmercifully. He waves them off and goes back to Revolution, who up on one knee by now. Hades helps him up the rest of the way, then Irish whips him into the ropes, the flames spurt up briefly right after Rev bounces off, causing the fans to let out a collective gasp. Rev comes running back, Hades goes for a clothesline, Revolution ducks it and drops Hades with a Manhattan Drop. He follows up by grabbing both of Hades’ legs and dropping a knee in between them. Rev grabs his legs again and tries to drag Hades over toward the fire, but Hades kicks him off before he gets halfway there.)

Michaels: Oh my; that was close. For those of you fans who don’t understand how this type of match works, the winner must somehow get his opponent over to the edge to where flames surround the ring and rise and fall sporadically. He must then set get his opponent into those flames long enough for him to catch fire. Other than that, there are pretty much no rules.

Lang: Its gotta be one of the most dangerous and deadly kind of matches known to man. Some people are permanently scarff0000 or disfiguff0000 from these matches.

(Rev bends down to pick Hades up, but Hades hits him with a low blow. Revolution instinctively grabs his groin and Hades drives one of his big boots into Rev’s face, dropping him. “The Master of Pain” scrambles to his feet and drops a quick double-elbow into Revolution’s chest. He then proceeds to lay into Rev with kick after kick; Revolution tries to roll out of the way, but stops short of the ropes so as to not get caught in the flames. Hades drops down and locks on the Last Breath. Revolution tries to block it, but its no use. Hades cinches it in, bending Revolution back, his arms flailing around as they face the edge of the ring. Using his amazing strength, Hades manages to maneuver closer to the ropes while still applying the Last Breath. The flames shoot up again, Revolution’s face mere inches away from them. Unable to get any more leverage, Hades moves from over Revolution’s back and stands on his feet, while still grasping Rev’s head. Revolution’s arms go limp and Hades gets a big smile on his face. He pulls Revolution back a bit, so that he can toss him into the flames, but Rev comes to life and uses his legs to thrusts Hades backwards and release the hold. Hades stumbles back, almost falling into the flames on the opposite side of the ring. The flames go back down and Revolution charges toward Hades, clotheslining him so hard, that he flips over the top rope. Hades crashes down to the floor below and Athena limps over to check on him.)

Lang: Oh my god! That heartless bastard almost killed him!

Michaels: You mean when Hades almost burned Revolution’s face off in the fire?

Lang: No, when Revolution almost decapitated Hades and sent him over the top rope, crashing to the floor. There’s a little padding down there, but it ain’t no cushion by any means.  

(Athena helps Hades up the best she can and he walks over to the stairs to get back into the ring. The flames shoot up, causing Hades to leap back off the steps. They drop again and Hades hesitantly go up the steps and quickly get into the ring, watching the flames the whole time. Hades then turns his attention to Revolution, who rushes at him. Hades gives Rev a back elbow with staggers him, but doesn’t drop him. Revolution charges in again with a big boot, but Hades catches his foot and shoves him onto his backside. As Rev gets up, Hades grabs a handful of his hair and connects on a punch to his forehead. Despite that, Revolution makes up to his feet, until Hades delivers another right to his forehead. Revolution drops to one knee while Hades hops up onto the second ropes in the corner and interlocks his fingers, raising them above his head. Revolution gets to his feet, but looks really groggy, swaying to-and-fro a bit. Hades leaps off with a double-axe handle, but Rev leaps forward, hitting Hades with a spear that absolutely flattens him!)

Michaels: What a counter by Revolution!

(Rev gets back up in a hurry and shouts at Hades to get up. As soon as Hades manages to do so, Revolution drops him with a ddt as the flames shoot up once again. When they subside, Revolution climbs the turnbuckles and looks back one last time at Hades’ body. As he does, everyone’s attention turns toward the entranceway. Anson Drake comes running down to the ring, with a steel chair in hand. The fans boo as he rushes up and bashes Revolution in the face just as he turns back around! Rev drops off the top rope, falling in between Hades and the corner. Anson quickly gets up onto the turnbuckle himself, chair still in hand, and leaps off for a splash onto Revolution, holding the chair in front of him for extra damage. Revolution manages to put up a desperation boot; in turn driving the chair intended him into Anson’s own face! Revolution warily gets to his feet just as Anson does. Anson delivers a couple of rights, then goes for Sweet Vengeance, but Rev counters it by yanking Anson up onto his shoulders and dropping him into the flames with a Death Rattle! Anson soon becomes engulfed in flames and falls out of the ring right at Kristi’s feet, and a paramedics comes rushing down, along with a couple of firefighters, who use fire extinguishers to put Anson out. Meanwhile back in the ring, Hades is now up and is trying to sneak up behind Revolution as he looks on at the activities outside the ring. Just as Hades is about to grab him, Revolution turns around and puts Hades onto his shoulders, dropping him with a Death Rattle, too. As they comes down, Hades’ one of Hades’ feet falls into the flames and catches fire. The referee calls for the bell and directs one of the firefighters to put out Hades’ foot. )

O’Hara: Winner of this match and Still WFW World Champion, REVOLUTION!!!

(Athena carefully helps Hades out of the ring, and they walk up the ramp by Anson, who’s being put on a stretcher. Kristi gets in the ring and hands Revolution his World Title. She holds his hand up in victory as the fans cheer and “Crazy Train” starts back up.)

Michaels: What a night, what a night, what a night!

Lang: Yeah, I’m sure The Underground is happy. They got to keep both the Intercontinental Title and World Title.

Michaels: It wasn’t a good night for Dangerous Intentions. After a match where there seemed to be some kind of split in differences of opinion among them, Anson comes out here and gets badly burned trying to interfere in the match we just witnessed. The paramedics are just now starting to roll him to the back.

Lang: Where is our fearless leader, President Young when we need him?!

Michaels: I don’t know, but what I do know is the WFW Uprising next Sunday shouldn’t be missed! Until then, for Jimmy Lang and me, Joey Michaels, we’re signing off after a night of true RETRIBUTION!

(The camera goes back to the ring where Revolution and Kristi celebrate in the ring as the flames shoot up once more. The show goes off the air.)