(The screen goes completely black as a reign of silence assumes control. A few seconds pass before a symbol can be seen fading into view in the center of the screen. Obscure at first, the symbol becomes clearer ever so slowly. Finally, a brilliant flash of light goes off leaving the symbol seemingly etched into the screen's surface once the light fades away again. It is now seen that the symbol is none other than WFW's main insignia. The letters lined with silver and deep red shimmer as they begin to slowly revolve, becoming a three-dimensional object. Upon the second revolution, the insignia abruptly stops before suddenly exploding into a brilliant display of fireworks. The screen now flickers for a moment before coming to a rest in blackness. The entire screen now erupts into flames as the logo for WFW's Retribution appears. The logo slowly revolves on screen for a moment as faded images slowly appear around it, one after the other. The images are of the past month's shows. To be specific, it shows a battered President Rickets followed by a bandaged Blake Williams as the two exchange words. The images continue to appear and disappear as audio clips to go along with the pictures softly play in the background. The pictures include Theodoric Solomon, Nero Solomon, Kolya Csokas, Bryan Deas, Jimmy Thunder, Scott Flamer, Scott Phillips, Nikki Rivers, etc. Finally, three pictures now come into view all at once. Each pictures shows a man holding up the WFW Intercontinental title in victory. As the pictures slowly come into focus, they are seen to be Adam Masterson, Blake Williams, and Hades. As these pictures become crystal clear, "Watershed" by Coal Chamber fades up in the background. A moment passes before the pictures and the Retribution logo all explode and the remaining shards slowly fade from view. The scene now switches to inside the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California. Sitting behind the announce table, as usual, are Joe "The Professor" Michaels and Jimmy "The Mouth" Lang. They wait a moment as the camera pans the numerous screaming fans and the signs which they joyfully wave back and forth in front of the camera. After a few moment of this, the scene finally returns to Joe and Jimmy.)
Joe Michaels: And here we are, one more time for WFW's Retribution, 2003!
Jimmy Lang: Hee-haw, this should be one amazing show just by glancing at the card.
Michaels: You couldn't be any closer to the truth Lang, tonight is shaping up to be a spectacular event, not only for the matches, but for the repercussions that this show will have on this federation for the next few months.
Lang: Don't forget the fall-out from last week, I would bet a silver dollar than Isabella Drake isn't all that pleased in regards to being stripped of the world title.
Michaels: I don't think she is. In fact, I too will bet that she will have more than a little something to say before this show is out.
Lang: Heh, as for the rest of the show. Rachel Rivers has maybe bitten of a bit more than she could chew, for she is in not just one title match, but two.
Michaels: Well, she did demand more air time last week, perhaps she has gotten a not-so-pleasant surprise?
Lang: Hmm, whatever the case, we will be finding out shortly as I have word she, along with her sister are backstage as we speak.
(Immediately, the WFW-Tron comes to life and shows the backstage area of the arena. To be specific, it is showing the door to President Rickets' office. The stained glass rattles as a rapid knocking is heard from inside the office. President Rickets, who is hunched over a stack of papers, slowly looks up from his desk and at the door. He then looks behind him to where Seth Stevens is standing and gives him a nod, motioning for him to open the door. Before Seth can even take a step, let alone acknowledge the President's nod, the door flies open and Rachel Rivers, along with her sister, Nikki, storm into the office. Rachel's eye has pretty much healed up completely now; however, it is obvious that she is stressed out none the less. Standing side by side, the two sisters cross their arms in front of their chests and stare down at a now smiling Rickets.)
President Rickets: And what can I do for the likes of you two...
(Rachel quickly interrupts the president.)
Rachel Rivers: Save it, asshole. We're not here for small talk.
Nikki Rivers: Or any other bullshit you have to offer for that matter.
Rickets: Oh really?
Rachel Rivers: We're here about this monstrous screw-job you've got me running tonight!
Rickets: Oh, come now Rachel, whatever do you mean.
(Nikki leans over the desk of Rickets and stares at him menacingly. At this point Seth Stevens steps forward and into the light, Nikki hesitates a moment, but finally eases off Rickets.)
Nikki: You know exactly what she means asshole, all these matches in one night!? Are you crazy?
Rachel Rivers: I mean, I have no problem with fighting, but this...this is overkill Rickets, and you know it.
(Rickets leans back in his leather chair, the scrunching of the material seems to fill the entire room for a moment. Rickets now places his hands behind his head and places his feet on his desk. A broad grin spreads across his lips as he looks over to Seth, sharing a silent chuckle with Stevens.)
Rickets: Ah, women. You can't run a proper fed with them, and you can't...well, actually you can. Anyway, that's besides the point. Remind me if I am wrong here Rachel, but last week, did you not run into my office and demand title shots and matches left and right? Did you not demand to get to put your number one contender ship for the Lightweight title to use? Did you not demand to get your tag title shot? I also recall that you, Nikki, were chirping about something as well. And now, when I give you all the you wanted, you come in here crying that you don't want it anymore all of a sudden?
Rachel: That's a skewed portrayal of it, Rickets...
Rickets: Ah, perhaps. But none the less, I have only one piece of advice for you two "ladies", that being to be careful about what you wish for. Heh.
Rachel: Rickets, I...we know what you are trying to do here and even though you odds are stacked in your favor, I would rather die than give you the satisfaction of winning. So mark my words you little shit, we will come through tonight and shove this bullshit right up your ass, right where it came from.
Rickets: Ha, and I wish you the best of luck in your little endeavors.
(Rachel and Nikki turn to leave the office, slamming the door shut behind them.)
Rickets: Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out....sluts.
(The President now turns his chair to face Seth Stevens. With his hands in front of him in an arch, Rickets begins to laugh maniacally.)
Rickets: Stevens, it will be oh so sweet when those two wenches and Izzy are finally gone, after tonight...freedom at last.
(The scene now begins to fade to black.)
(The scene comes back into focus in one of the many hallways of the arena. Standing in the hallway is Mark "Madd Dawg" Johnson alongside his partner in crime, "Ballistic" Bryan Deas. The two men are whispering to one another as a third party, "The Canadian Machine" Wolverine approaches in the distance. As Wolverine passes Deas and Johnson, the two men quickly turn to Wolverine and walk on either side of him. Wolverine stares at the two men with a raises eyebrow.)
Wolverine: What the hell do you guys think you're doin'?
Mark Johnson: Oh, right, heh. We just wanted...
Bryan Deas: We just wanted to talk to you Wolvie.
(Wolverine comes to a halt alongside the other two men.)
Wolverine: Oh really, I guess it wouldn't matter much to you if I said I wasn't interested at all in what you morons had to say?
Mark Johnson: No, wouldn't matter a bit.
(Wolverine lets out a loud sigh.)
Wolverine: Fine, fine...hit me with whatever you retards have got, but make it quick. I have a match to go to.
(At these words, Bryan and Mark look up at one another and exchange grins.)
Bryan Deas: Perfect, we can talk and walk as we go.
(The three men begin to walk down the hallway once more as Deas and Johnson hover over the shoulders of Wolverine.)
Mark Johnson: Ok, it's like this.
Bryan Deas: Me and Mark want....
Mark Johnson: Bryan and I want...
Bryan Deas: We've got a proposition for you.
Mark Johnson: Heh, yeah a proposition.
Bryan Deas: A big one.
Mark Johnson: Real big...
Bryan Deas: I mean...career making proposition. I am talking ha-uge.
Mark Johnson: Heh, real big.
(Bryan suddenly stops in his tracks, and Johnson stops with him. Bryan stares at Johnson with an annoyed look on his face and whispers a few words to Johnson out of earshot for Wolverine.)
Bryan Deas: Mark, would you shut it, buddy. I'm trying to orchestrate a little deal here and you're scaring him off!
(Mark slowly nods as the two men return to either side of Wolverine, who was patiently waiting. The three men continue to walk yet again.)
Bryan Deas: All right, where was I?
Wolverine: Some sort of big deal...
Bryan Deas: Right, ok. Basically, me and Mark are wondering if you'll...no, we're offering you the chance of a life time.
Wolverine: Would you spit it out already! I'm gonna be late.
Bryan Deas: Fine, fine! We want you to join Wrecking Crew, we are offering you a spot in the stable of the future.
(Wolverine comes to a sudden stop as the camera focuses in on his face. A few minutes of silence pass as the scene begins to fade to black. After a moment, it finally comes back into focus on the announcer table.)
Michaels: Well, not only is Rachel beyond pissed tonight, but Johnson and Deas are up to something as well. And we all know that that does not bode well for whoever is involved in both cases. If I were you Hades and Neptune, I would look out. As for Wolverine, the only piece of advice I can suggest is to say NO! For the love of God!
Lang: Ha, speaking of Neptune, he has been MIA for over a week now after a strong showing at Uprising a few weeks back, he has all but disappeared.
Michaels: That's right. No one has seen or heard from him in quite sometime, and quite frankly, there is a lot of speculation in WFW as to whether Neptune will even be present for tonight's match.
Lang: If he doesn't show, I am sure Hades will still win, ha.
Michaels: Yeah, well, I doubt Hades is as cocky as you when it comes to this match. Even Hades understands he has limits, for as great a tag team wrestler the man is, he is not some sort of Greek or Roman god.
Lang: Actually...
Michaels: Lang, don't even!
Lang: What, I was just...
Michaels: I know what you were gonna say and I am telling you not to say it.
Lang: Fine, fine. Anyway, the Neptune had better come out of hiding tonight or there will be hell to pay.
Michaels: Until then though, lets head to the first match where the Lightweight title will be up for grabs. The favorite going into this match is Wolverine, but who knows what the outcome will be?.
(The scene cuts to backstage where Theodoric Solomon is standing, looking determined, with the Extreme Title resting on his shoulder. Theo, who has his hands resting on his hips, stares directly into the lense of the camera as WFW Reporter extra ordinaire, Carl Wombat, begins to speak.)
Carl Wombat: All right folks, I, Carl Wombat, am standing alongside current WFW Extreme Champion, "The Ruler" Theodoric Solomon.
Theodoric Solomon: Wombat, you make it sound like I wont be champ for much longer when you say "current".
Wombat: No, no...I was just...
Theodoric: Yeah, I know what you were "just" you stupid shit. Just get on with it.
(Carl looks down at his feet and sulks for a moment before regaining his composure.)
Wombat: Ahem, all right then. Tonight, Theo, you face...
Theodoric: That's Theodoric Solomon to you, or Mr. Solomon, or WFW Extreme Champion, or just Daddy.
Wombat: ...ok, I'm sorry...
Theodoric: I'll bet.
Wombat: Ahem, now then. Theodoric Solomon, you will be defend...
Theodoric: You know what, just call me Mr. Solomon...
Wombat: Ah...
Theodoric: Second thought, just give me that damn microphone you incompetent idiot!
(Theo grabs the microphone out of Carl's hand and literally pushes Carl off screen by the head. Off screen, the sound of crashing can be heard, followed by a few groans. Meanwhile, Theo has approached the camera and is only a foot or two away from it now.)
Theodoric: Tonight, tonight I will defend this title one more time. Tonight, I will prove once and for all that I am the true King of Extreme in this federation, not that little shit Neptune who has recently tucked his tail and rain off into the brush, or that Communist piece of shit, Kolya. Oh no, me! Deas and Thunder, you two jackass es aren't even worthy of mouthing the letters in my name. One of you I pity, the other one I don't even know. Whatever the two of you have been smoking recently to even think that you are in contention is beyond me and I would certainly love to know. But, nevertheless, the fact remains the same. No one, and I mean no one takes this title of mine away from me. Through thick or thing, heaven and hell, this thing will be clenched firmly in my fist till the day I die. And after that, the thing will be buried with me. So you idiots out there, I know you're all there and listening, for I can hear all the boots shaking, you better be ready to see nothing but red. This pent up rage of mine is about to cost you all the use of your legs.
(With those final words, Theodoric storms out of the camera's view. The scene now begins to slowly fade to black as the groans of Carl Wombat can still be heard.)
(The scene now comes back into focus inside the locker room of one Kolya Csokas. Csokas, who was preparing for his match was watching the Theodoric Solomon interview at the same time. The smoke coming from the shattered television lying in the corner is an indication of what Kolya's thoughts on what Theo had to say were. As the camera pans to the left, we see as Kolya gets to his feet and heads towards the door, nearly ripping it off its hinges as he exits the room. The camera now catches up with Kolya as he quickly makes his way to the ring.)
Kolya Csokas: Theodoric, you think you are a big American, a big man who can do this and do that just because he says he can. You think you are better than all those around you, not because you know it for a fact, but because you have told yourself that so many times as you sat in your little room with your precious title. Well guess what, Solomon, the mirror on the wall does not know it all. In truth, the mirror on the wall has lied to you the entire time and the next time you see him, you wont even be able to recognize it with all the bruises and cuts of black and clue that I will take pleasure in putting on your face. You can continue to call yourself champion, at least for another few minutes, but once you have felt the wraith of Kolya Csokas, what will you then do? Curl up into a ball and wish you were dead? That's right, but don't worry little Solomon, you will not be the only one crying like a school girl in that ring in a few minutes, I will be sure to give you some company with the other two fools, the American pig and the Australian ass. The three of you will make a great group. I will make my country proud once more and tonight...tonight will be the finishing touches to your career Solomon. Once I have accomplished this, I will move upwards in this federation, making my way up this ladder to the very top. At that point, at the point Kolya Csokas will not be stopped. The proverbial Iron Curtain will rise once more in the form of me. Ha.
(The large hand of Kolya now reaches out and covers the lense of the camera. A second or two later, the entire image goes to static and the scene fades. Shortly after, the announce table comes back into view.)
Michaels: Both Theodoric and Kolya seem set and determined on winning this match tonight.
Lang: Well, obviously only one man can win it though. So we will either see Theo make good on his promises and retain, or we will finally see Kolya do what he has been bragging he could do in his sleep for a month now, that being to utterly destroy Theo and claim the title for himself.
Michaels: Personally, I would have to give it to Theo because he has already proved capable of defeating Kolya, plus Deas and Thunder will be too occupied with one another to probably even be much of a factor in this match.
Lang: I myself am all for Kolya. Damn I wish I was a communist.
Michaels: You do realize...ah never mind.
Lang: What?
Michaels: Lets just head to the match.
Lang: Folks we now move into our second match of the evening. Theodoric Solomon faces the toughest challenge of his Extreme title reign. He won the strap by beating the self-proclaimed "King of Extreme: Chris Neptune but tonight he not only will be facing two men who are about just as intense as Neptune, but each of these 3 men has something to prove.
Michaels: What could Deas possibly have to prove cheeks?
Lang: Bryan Deas has vied for almost every singles title in the WFW and has come up short each time. The Extreme division seems to suit his style more but thus far he has fallen short on every attempt to dethrone the champion. Chris Neptune was a man he was unable to displace as the holder of the Extreme title. Let's see how things pan out against Theodoric Solomon with two other guys looking to capitalize on any mistakes by the Champion. O’Hara take it away...
O’Hara: The 2nd bout of the evening scheduled for one fall is a four way match for the WFW Extreme title. First making his way out at this time, he stands at a solid 6'10 and weighs in a 451lbs. This big man makes his way from the World's smallest continent. From Sydney, Australia, Jimmy Thunnnnder!!
( "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC kicks up over the speakers as Jimmy Thunder walks out and raises his hand to the cheering fans. A smile spread across his face, the man moves down the aisle giving the fans a hi-five as he enters the ring and moves into a neutral corner, awaiting the next participant )
O’HARA: The next participant weighs in at 256lbs. and stands at 6'3. He hails from Ekaterinburg,
Russia. He is the #2 contender for the Extreme title.. Kolya Csokas!!
( "Feuer Fre" by Rammstein blares out as Csokas makes his entry to the loud boos of the fans. Almost pleased with the welcome, he walks down the aisle, his eyes focused on the 450lb. man waiting inside the ring for him. Rolling under the ropes, he cautiously moves to a neutral corner as the fans continue to boo)
O’HARA: The next participant stands at a towering 6'8 and comes in at 275 lbs., hailing from
Baltimore, Maryland..he is the #1 contender for the Extreme title.. "Ballistic" Bryan Deeasss!
( "Whatever" by Our Lady of Peace blares out over the loudspeakers as Bryan Deas makes his way out. The fans cheer for the "Ballistic One" as he makes his way down the aisle and rolls into the ring, jumping on the turnbuckles as he receives mixed reactions from the fans who await idly for the match to begin. Moving into a neutral corner, Deas awaits the final entry)
O’HARA: The final participant weighs in a 211lbs. and stands at only 5'8. He is the former undisputed WFW Lightweight Champion and tonight will be looking to continue his streak as "The Ruler". He is the defending WFW Extreme Champion hailing from Smithville, North Carolina.. He is the "The Ruler"
Theodoric Solomonnnnnnnn!
("Penetrate" by Godhead kicks up as Theodoric Solomon walks out with the Extreme title draped over his shoulder. Surveying the ring, he lets out a slight grin as he begins his descent towards the ring. He is just about to begin his walk up the stairs when Csokas rudely interrupts his entrance and leaps over the ropes on top of him as the two roll to the floor.)
Michaels: And they're off! Csokas wants it more I tell ya.
Lang: You couldn't be more accurate
Michaels: Look at that...your learning something.
( Deas tries to join in the fray on the outside but Thunder stops him with a clothesline to the back of the head. As Csokas works on Solomon on the outside, Thunder and Deas go back and forth with blows. Thunder throws Deas into the ropes and attempts a closed fist but Deas ducks and jumps through the ropes into Csokas. Csokas and Deas now begin a back and forth punching match which enables Solomon to slip under the ropes for shelter only to be face to face with the mammoth Thunder.)
Michaels: Enemy territory Solomon!
( Thunder uses both hands to grab Solomon around the neck and effortlessly throws him into a corner. Rushing into the smaller Solomon for a splash, Thunder is greeted with a kick to the face. Stunned with his back turned to the Champion, Thunder is hit with a running bull dog that sends him to the canvas. He immediately gets up as Solomon starts to stomp on him. Thunder refuses to stay down and still manages to get to his knees. Solomon waits for him to get to his feet before hitting him with another running bulldog. Solomon goes for the cover.. 1...2...Thunder gets a shoulder up)
Lang: Almost had it
( The big man stirs on the floor as Solomon quickly rolls outside the ring and fetches a chair which he throws into the ring. Csokas rolls into the ring at the same time. Bryan Deas remains on the outside dazed. Csokas grabs the chair thrown in by Solomon and waits for the champion to enter. Solomon rolls into the ring to finish up Thunder only to be cracked over the skull with a chair by Csokas. Thunder gets to his feet and receives the same which sends him on the outside.)
Lang: Csokas cleaning house now.
( Csokas raises the chair and lets out a roar, giving the crowd an intimidating stare. The crowd boos)
Lang: Csokas should finish what he started but apparently he wants to bask in the glory of cleaning house.
Michaels: Let him enjoy it
( Deas slides underneath the ropes and low blows the big Russian as he drops the chair. He makes the cover...1...2...3!. Csokas gets a shoulder up. Deas then picks up the chair and racks Csokas across the head with the chair. As Thunder manages to get into the ring, Deas goes to hit him with the chair but Solomon yanks it from him. Facing Deas, Solomon swings the chair but Deas ducks and it catches Thunder square in the jaw. Thunder is knocked back on the outside as Deas kicks Solomon in the gut and DDT's him on the chair. Deas makes the cover)
Lang: This is it...it can end right here!
( 1...2...3!. Solomon gets a shoulder up just in time. Deas lifts the unstable Solomon and sets him up for a powerbomb. He executes it perfectly and lifts Solomon up once more. Throwing the Extreme Champion into a corner, he places him on the turnbuckle. He then climbs the turnbuckle and places Solomon's head between his legs.)
Lang: Deas is gonna end it here. He's going for a top rope powerbomb
Michaels: I dunno..that move looks a bit shady to me.
( As Deas is about to lift Solomon, Thunder slides under the ropes and wacks him with the chair. Deas falls back as Solomon looks on, dazed and stuck on the turnbuckle. Thunder hits Deas two more times with the chair. He starts to walk towards the dazed Solomon only to feel the hands of Csokas around him. Csokas delivers a German suplex. He too picks up the chair but Bryan Deas delivers a superkick that sends the chair into Csokas' face. With Csokas down and out, Deas picks up the chair and starts to stumble towards Solomon who is still on the turnbuckle. Deas raises the chair to hit Solomon but Csokas hits pulls it back. Deas drops the chair and Csokas hits him with a reverse DDT only to fall and hit his own head on the chair. With the two men down and Thunder struggling to his feet, Solomon climbs the turn buckle and springs off the top rope delivering a shooting star press on Csokas as the referee makes the count...1...2...3 )
Lang: He's done it! Its over.
( The referee calls for bell as O’HARA wraps up the match)
O’HARA: The winner of this match..and STILL the WFW Extreme Champion, Theodoric Solomoonnn.
( The ref hands Solomon the Extreme title as the champ rolls under the ring clutching his sides and makes his way up the ramp)
Lang: What a match!!
Michaels: Well, my prediction turned out to be correct, Solomon has retained the title yet again.
Lang: Did anyone even doubt him?
Michaels: Actually yeah, you did.
Lang: Nonsense, I was cheering for Solomon the entire time! I had faith.
Michaels: But you...ah forget it.
Lang: See, I am always right in the end, hooyah.
Michaels: Tell yourself whatever you want Lang. In the meantime, Chris Neptune is still nowhere to be found and his tag match is scheduled to be up next. I wonder what is going through the minds of Hades and Neptune, if he is even alive, at this point.
Lang: Like I said earlier in the show, Hades could win the match on his own anyway, ha.
Michaels: Right. Well anyway, lets head backstage for word from our sponsor, Mr. Rickets.
(The WFW-Tron flickers to life, showing the interior of President Rickets' office once more. Sitting in his leather swivel chair, Rickets has a cigar in his mouth. Leaning forward for a moment, Rickets grabs a lighter off the desk and allows a broad grin to show on his lips. holding the lighter up to the end of the cigar, a click is heard and a flame appears from within the lighter.)
President Rickets: Ah yes, it doesn't get much better than this, does it Stevens?
(Taking a few puffs off the cigar, Rickets now holds it between his thumb and index finger a foot away from his mouth. He turns around in his swivel chair and faces Seth Stevens who is, as usual, standing in the darkened corner of the office. Stevens acknowledges the President with a subtle nod and a slight grin.)
Rickets: I mean, it's not everyday that a person gets to control the lives of every single person that they want. Heh, the fact that they even offered this job to me again is just the icing on the cake. I mean, after last time, I never would have thought they would have the intelligence to ask me back. Blind fools, ah yes.
(Rickets takes another puff from his cigar.)
Rickets: Anyway, that's all in the past now. All that matters is that they did, in fact, see the light in the end and now, now I am back where I belonged from the beginning. Sitting behind this desk, running the show as those idiots known as the world's population eats up every little scrap I give them as if it were the last piece of food on the earth. It's just too much for me sometimes. Ha. I mean, tonight for instance. Look at some of the shit I have put together. Does anyone even care for Bliss Jones, Rachel and Nikki Rivers, or Isabella Drake? Hell no. What do they care about though? Whether or not my man, Adam Masterson, wins the world title. Sure they may hate him and they may hate me, but damn, they sure are interested when it comes to what will happen to him. Ha, such simple minded pawns, it's just too much.
(Rickets take a few more puffs of his cigar, causing a thick cloud of smoke to form near the ceiling of the room. Seth Stevens now steps froward from the shadows, looking slightly concerned.)
Seth Stevens: But what about the women, about Isabella Drake?
(Rickets slowly turns in his chair)
Rickets: Ah yes, what about them? You do have a point, for all of their ineptness in the ring, they sure can find ways to do things outside of it. Especially when it comes to disobeying moi. But Seth, good old trusty Seth, I personally wouldn't worry about her at all. Nor would I worry about her little bum-chum Blake Williams either. The two of them, well the three of them I should say, are nothing more than idle threats.
(Seth stares at Rickets for a moment looking a bit perplexed.)
Seth Stevens: But they have vowed revenge against you. And about their little ace in the hole, I wouldn't be all that cocky if I were you.
(President Rickets is slowly beginning to get annoyed by the pestering of Stevens.)
Rickets: Now Stevens, don't you think I have already given that some thought? Don't you think that I have an answer to all the problems? Of course I have and of course I do. Let's just say, heh, that I have a little something up my sleeve as well.
(With that, Rickets takes another long puff of his cigar as the slight grin returns to Stevens' face. The scene now switches.)
(The scene switches from inside President Rickets' office to the inside of the Lords of the Depths locker room. Inside, Hades is pacing back and forth quickly, looking a bit worried.)
Hades: Where the hell are you Neptune? It's show time and I haven't heard a single word from you or even seen you in days.
(Hades continues to pace back and forth for a little while.)
Hades: This is retarded, I can't believe you would bail on me like this, this is Bad Omens not some rag tag group like the Wrecking Crew. Come on, where the hell are you.
(Frustration clearly getting the best of Hades, he kicks a chair over, sending it crashing to the floor. Suddenly a brief knock at the door is heard and Hades, annoyed, yells for the person to come in as he continues to pace. The slight creak of the door opening can be heard before Chris Neptune suddenly bursts inside with a huge grin across his face.)
Chris Neptune: Miss me much? Ha!
(Hades comes to a stop and stares at his tag partner in silence for a moment, the tension between the two nearly visible. But suddenly, Hades allows a huge grin to spread across his face as he walks up to Neptune and pats him on the shoulder.)
Hades: Ha, I knew you would show. We are Bad Omens after all. I had faith my good friend, had faith.
Neptune: Of course you did. Anyway, what's up?
Hades: I'll tell you what's up, we have to be out there in the ring in about two minutes, so you better get your ass in gear if you want to keep these tag titles.
(Neptune begins to chuckle to himself as he throws down his duffle bag. The scene now switches back to ringside with Michaels and Lang.)
Lang: There, you finally happy, Michaels? Neptune showed up, so now you can quit your damn whining.
Michaels: Ha, it's been in the back of every WFW fan's mind, whether they like him or hate him. That question being where has Neptune gone, well now the answer is before us and all is right in the world of WFW once more.
Lang: Ok, I don't think it was THAT big of a deal...
Michaels: Oh it was Lang, it was.
Lang: ...
Michaels: Anyway, this is now setting up to be great a match between the Twisted Sisters and the Lords of the Depths. I wonder if the Rivers sisters can overcome what transpired earlier this evening to pull out a win and finally acquire some gold in their respective returns to the WFW?
Lang: Meh, as long as they jump around a lot in the ring, I am happy. As for giving them a title for doing just that, I am not too sure if that's the right thing. Meh, I am sure Rickets knew what he was doing when he set up this match.
Michaels: Well, based on that little segment earlier with him, I would say he's got this match and a whole lot more planned. I am wondering what he's got up his sleeve/ Whatever it is, or whoever it is must be big.
Lang: No, probably not. Rickets has pretty thin wrists, so his sleeves aren't really that large.
Michaels: ...
Lang: What? It's true, look at his forearms the next time he's on screen!
Michaels: ...
Lang: Fine, don't believe me then....
Michaels: Next match.
Michaels: This here is one of the most anticipated matches of the night. The meeting for the Tag Team Titles. Here we’ll see The Twisted Sisters finally take on Lords of The Depths for those tag titles.
Lang: Finally! A tag team match featuring the leading ladies!
Michaels: Don’t you care that they finally get their title shots?
Lang: No, I’m just happy that I can see them again tonight!
Michaels: Figures…
O’Hara: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WFW Tag Team Titles. Introducing first, from New York City, New York, at a combined weight of 261 pounds. They are the challengers. Nikki and Rachel Rivers… THE TWISTED SISTERS!!!!
("You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC comes on over the PA system and the lights dim. The crowd goes wild, cheering for their favorites to win the match. Strobe lights line the walkway as Nikki and Rachel walk out from backstage. They pose and make their way down to the ring. They enter the ring and await their opponents, the tag team champions…)
O’Hara: And introducing their opponents, the WFW Tag Team Champions. They weigh in at a combined weight of 573 pounds. They are Chris Neptune and ‘The Master Of Pain’ Hades! THE LORDS OF THE DEPTHS!!!!!
(“Bad Omens” by Witchery starts playing on the PA system and the lights dim yet again. The fans are indecisive and split in half as to what they feel. Some are cheering, some booing, and others not doing anything. Neptune walks out, followed closely by Hades. They are wearing the belts draped over their shoulders. They walk out on the stage, smiling, taunting the crowd. They look into the ring and lock eyes with the competition and smirk cockily. They hold the belts up, as if saying that they belong to them, and nobody will ever take them away. They walk down to the ring and hand the belts to the referee. The ref walks over to Nikki and Rachel, showing them the belts. He then displays the belts to the crowd, holding them up in the air. He hands the belts to the timekeeper and motions for the bell to be rung. The bell rings, and the two that are starting the match, Rachel and Neptune, circle each other, locking eyes. They go for a lockup, but as Rachel is smaller and faster, she darts away from Neptune and hits his knees from behind with a standing dropkick. She quickly pulls him up from his knees and hits a DDT. She goes for a quick cover and Neptune kicks out immediately.)
Michaels: Too early for a pin now.
Lang: Yeah, but it’s a nice way to see down Rachel’s shirt.. Pin, Rachel! Pin him again!
Michaels: You pig!
Lang: Hey, I’m a lonely guy right now. Monica found out about Sharon, and they both left me…
Michaels: Right Cheeks, right!
(Neptune gets to his feet quickly, but Rachel is waiting for him. She kicks him in the gut and delivers another DDT to him. Neptune lays there and she smiles, tagging Nikki in. Nikki enters the ring and both of them grab Neptune, dragging him to his feet. While he’s seemingly in a daze, the measure him up and attempt Double Trouble {Double Superkick} but he rights himself and smiling, catches their feet and lifts both of them up onto his shoulders and then drops them, both landing on their backs. He then picks up Nikki, who is the legal woman, and drops her quickly with a snap suplex. He then walks around the ring; taunting the crowd, before going right back to her. He picks her up and lifts her into a Vertical Suplex, and holds her up for about a minute or so, for an Extended Vertical Suplex. He drops her onto her back and then goes for a pin. The ref comes down to make the count, and she kicks out at 2.) Michaels: And Neptune is really taking it to Nikki Rivers here.
Lang: I don’t care. She almost fell out of her shirt. PICK HER BACK UP, PICK HER BACK UP!!!
Michaels: I really need to request a new announcing partner…
(Neptune looks up incredulously and simply stands up. He picks Nikki up and goes for a German suplex, but she breaks it off with a short arm clothesline. He falls to his back and Nikki Stands wearily, and slowly makes her way to Rachel, making the hot tag. Rachel comes into the ring, but is cut off by the referee, who never saw the tag. He puts Rachel out of the ring, and brings Nikki back in. By the time she enters the ring, Neptune is over in his corner and he makes the tag to Hades. Hades comes in and grabs Nikki as she’s about to make the tag. He goes to hit a suplex, but she counters into a Tornado DDT. She slowly gets up and tags Rachel in again. Rachel meets up with Hades and she brings him up. She takes him back down with a head scissors takedown and then stands quickly. He slowly gets up and she knocks him down with a standing dropkick to the Sternum. She quickly goes to the top rope and goes for the Heartbreaker {Somersault Leg Drop} but Hades rolls out of the way. He picks her up after she hits the mat and military presses her, before dropping her right to the mat. He then picks her right back up again and hits her with a German into a bridge. She kicks out at 2 and he looks absolutely shocked. He quickly rises to his feet and questions the referee’s call. As he’s doing so, Rachel tries to roll him up with a schoolboy, but he kicks out at 2…)
Michaels: Quick, hardhitting action. This is an awesome match…
Lang: Speak for yourself, this match is ok, the ladies is where the action is though…
Michaels: Leave it to you…
Lang: You know, I knew there was something wrong with you, in why you don’t check out the girls…
Michaels: Oh, please, enlighten us all…
Lang: You must swing Rachel’s way…
Michaels: What?!?
Lang: You probably love the c*ck… huh?
Michaels: I assure you, I get no sort of feelings about the men. I like to watch the women wrestle just as much as any other guy… but I am not treating them like pieces of meat…
Lang: You mean they aren’t?
(Rachel picks Hades up and goes for a DDT, but he merely lifts her with a back body drop and walks, nonchalantly to his corner and tags in Neptune. Neptune runs over to the Rivers’ corner and knocks Nikki off with a clubbing forearm to the side of the head. He then joins Hades, who hits the Evenflow DDT on Rachel and motions for Neptune to go up top. Neptune complies and goes up top landing a Swanton Bomb on Rachel and rolls into the cover. The referee makes the count… 1….2… 3!!!)
Michaels: FINAL TOUCH, FINAL TOUCH!!!
Lang: Heh
O’Hara: And your winners, and STILL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! THE LORDS OF THE DEPTHS!
Lang: Was there ever any doubt that they would retain?
Michaels: Hey, give the Sisters some credit.
Lang: I even said that Hades or Neptune alone could have retained those damn titles, but the entire time you were shitting your pants about some little thing like Neptune being missing. Ha Michaels, you're such a moron.
Michaels: Hey...
Lang: Woo, I was right...yet again. Michaels, face it, you're a retard. How about tonight, after the show, we go out and buy you a nice big helmet with a chin strap and some racing strips. Would you like that?
Michaels: What?
Lang: A big big helmet. Bright red even. After that, I will buy some Styrofoam and duct tape so that we can tape up all the sharp corners in your house.
Michaels: What the hell are you going on about?
Lang: I...I don't know.
Michaels: God you're an idiot sometimes.
Lang: Thanks, I work out.
(The WFW-Tron comes to life once more, this time showing the interior of Blaze and Scott Phillips' locker room. Both men are standing and looking down at the ground between them. The silence in the room is nearly deafening, but it is finally broken as Phillips speaks up and at the same time punches the nearby wall.)
Scott Phillips: This is bullshit! Complete and utter bullshit!
Blaze: Tell me about it, Rickets is obviously trying to cause some shit between us.
Phillips: Like I said, bullshit.
Blaze: The man seems to think he can control everyone's life without the slightest regard for what might happen.
Phillips: It's just so frustrating having that jackass trying to screw me over at every turn and corner. It's not so much about this title, that I really couldn't care less about, it's just the principle of the thing...
Blaze: Oh I hear you, loud and clear in fact. But the fact remains the same, we have to go out there and fight one another till there is a winner.
Phillips: So you have no problems with any of this?
Blaze: Oh no, I have plenty of problems with this, with everything, with Rickets, but regardless, I AM going to go out there and do my job.
Phillips: That's that? You don't think we should do something about this at all?
Blaze: What do you propose?
Phillips: I don't know, something...anything. Anything to get around this crap.
Blaze: But don't you think he would be expecting that? Don't think the man actually wants us to do something? He is looking for excuses Phillips.
Phillips: Argh
Blaze: Excuses to fire us, to put us where he wants. He is looking for excuses to rationalize everything that he does, and if we give him those excuses, well we'll be fucked and to me...that doesn't appeal too much to my career.
(Phillips begins to pace back and forth around the room as Blaze stays still in one spot.)
Phillips: It's still bullshit, you know.
Blaze: Yeah, I never said it wasn't. I am just saying we have to play this out the right way.
Phillips: I still don't like it.
Blaze: Yeah, I know. He's got us hamstrung tonight...so why fight it? We'll get our chance, trust me on that. Tonight though, tonight we play by his rules.
(The scene now fades as Phillips is left shaking his head and gritting his teeth.)
(The scene comes back into focus in the backstage area of the arena once more. This time, we see ace WFW reporter, Craig Wallabee standing alongside "The Righteous One" Blake Williams. Wallabee, who is wearing a hideous purple, gray, and red plaid suit, smiles at the camera before finally speaking.)
Craig Wallabee: Hello WFW, I am standing back here with fan favorite and the man that many people have pinned their hopes on, Blake Williams. So Blake, tell me, how does it feel to know that the entire world is counting on you to win this match tonight?
Blake Williams: Yeah thanks Craig, as if I didn't have enough on my mind tonight before you had to add that to the list.
Craig Wallabee: Oh right, the entire getting psyched up for the match thing, kind of forgot about that. Ahem...
Blake: Just ask some God damn questions you moron.
Craig: Touchy, touchy. Anyway, tonight you will be facing Hades and Adam for the World Title, the same title that you have already had two shots at before in recent months, but failed to capture each time due to Isabella Drake. However, tonight...Isabella will obviously not be a factor in the match, what are your thoughts on that.
Blake: Personally, I think it's bullshit what happened to her last week, but on the other hand, I am also kind of happy that she wont be in the match. No, I am not scared of her, but with her out of the picture, it is just one less opponent that needs to be taken care of in the ring tonight. It just makes my job that much easier really. And like I said, it is still bullshit what happened to her last week. Should I win that title tonight, it wont only be for me, but also for her. Izzy, that little thing between me and you...heh, it ain’t over.
Craig: Right, so you are happy but also glad that she's not in that match. Quite the emotional guy aren't you? You sure you shouldn't be fighting for some sort of women's title or something?
Blake: What the hell, are you questioning whether or not I have deserved the chance to be in this match tonight? Are you questioning whether I am worthy to hold that title? Craig who the hell do you think you are? I go out there every day and night and I fight to the best of my ability for the fans. I do it without question and without hesitation and to have you mock me is a joke. I have fought through far more than anyone in the past couple of months to be here. When the entire federation is against you yet you still make it here, that is a sign of a true contender and that is exactly what I am.
Craig: No, no...I meant nothing by it. I was just...
Blake: I know what you were just you little shit. Why don't you go bother Hades or Adam and question whether they are worthy to be in this match tonight. I can assure you the answer you'll get from them is something completely different because the two of them deserve shit all. Adam was brought to this match by Rickets as he held his hand and Hades is just a fluke. That washed up bastard should have stayed at home nursing his dentures. You had your time Hades, give it up and go home! The two of them are not only wastes of my time, but wastes of this entire federation's time. It would be more than a travesty if they somehow pulled off a win tonight, more than a travesty for sure.
Craig: Well, you obviously have strong opinion.
Blake: No Craig, they're not 'opinions', they're the truth!
(The scene now switches back to ringside with Michaels and Lang.)
Michaels: It's quite obvious that neither Phillips or Flamer are all to pleased with the prospect of having to fight each other tonight.
Lang: REALLY?! I would never have thought.
Michaels: Shut up Lang. Anyway, that fact only leaves one to wonder what will happen in their match. I mean, President Rickets must realize that the two are in an alliance of sorts and probably wont due much in terms of trying to kill each other.
Lang: Oh, I am sure he already knows that Michaels.
Michaels: I just sad that...
Lang: Right.
Michaels: Anyway, as for Williams. Those were some harsh words from him to Hades and Masterson. The tension between those three men is thick enough to cut with a knife. If there was only that one match tonight for the world title, I am sure this show would still be a complete success!
Lang: Yeah, but we DO have other matches, so lets get to the next one and find out if Rickets does, in fact, have something up his sleeve for this one too.
Michaels: I thought you said he had thin wrists?
Lang: Go to hell, Michaels.
O'Hara: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is from the WFW Intercontinental Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, already in the ring, from Hell, Michigan, weighing in at 245 lbs, here is "Blaze" Scott Flamer!
Michaels: Here he is, the challenger for the WFW Intercontinental Championship, and if he wins, he will be the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Lang: Wow, aren’t you the brilliant one?
Michaels:... Shut up.
O'Hara: Now, introducing his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 245 lbs, here comes the reigning and defending WFW Intercontinental Champion, "The Dark Messiah" Scott Phillips!
("Drop the Bombshell" by Powerman 5000 hits as Scott Phillips walks down the ramp with the WFW IC Title around his waist as he enters the ring. Flamer attacks him as he enters the ring. The ref calls for the bell quickly.)
Michaels: Well, that was a cheap shot by Flamer. He could have waited until Phillips took the belt off.
Lang: He don't like waiting. He wants to get this over with and in a hurry.
(Flamer takes the belt off of Phillips and then whips him into the ropes nailing him with a back drop. Then, Phillips gets up quickly and Flamer charges at Phillips clotheslining him over the top rope and onto the ring floor. Flamer goes to the outside and follows Phillips as he tries an Irish whip into the steel steps but Phillips reverses it as Flamer goes into the steel steps.)
Michaels: Ouch, that has to hurt.
(Phillips grabs Flamer and throws him back into the ring. Phillips come back into the ring but Flamer dropkicks Phillips right in the face as he enters the ring. He goes for the cover; 1..2...no, Phillips manages to kick out before the 3.)
Michaels: What a perfectly executed dropkick by Flamer there.
Lang: It didn't get the job done.
(Flamer picks up Phillips and whips him into the ropes as Flamer comes off the ropes and nails Phillips with the Total Eclipse(Spear). Flamer covers for the cover but only gets a 2 count. Flamer is getting frustrated now.)
Michaels: Flamer needs to calm down or he will get disqualified.
Lang: He's ok.
(Flamer whips Phillips into the turnbuckle but Phillips reverses the Irish whip as Phillips runs into the referee knocking him down. Phillips goes over to check on the referee as Flamer goes to the outside and grabs the WFW Intercontinental Championship Belt.)
Michaels: Wait a minute! What is Flamer doing? This isn't a no disqualification match!
Lang: Well, Flamer is doing whatever it takes to win the title.
(Flamer reenters the ring with the WFW IC Title as he awaits for Phillips to turn around and as he does, Flamer nails Phillips with the championship belt)
Michaels: Hey! Flamer is going to steal this one!
Lang: Yay! Go Flamer!
(Flamer goes for the cover and hooks the leg but Flamer realized that the referee is still out. He is pulling the referee over as the ref slowly gets up but then, another referee runs into the ring and quickly makes the 3 count but as the referee makes the count, Phillips right foot was on the ropes but the referee who made the count didn't see it so he calls for the bell and then walks over to Jack O'Hara.)
O'Hara: The winner of this bout and new WFW Intercontinental Champion, "Blaze" Scott Flamer!
Michaels: Now, this can't be! Flamer is the new WFW IC Champ, he stole this match by using the belt as a weapon.
Lang: Well, you do what it takes to win.
Michaels: Oh wait, there is something takes place in the ring.
(While Flamer is celebrating, both referees are arguing and so is Phillips. The original referee goes over to O'Hara and makes the announcement.)
O'Hara: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been informed by the referee that Phillips right foot was on the ring rope so this match must continue!
Michaels: What a ruling by the referee.
Lang: No!
(Flamer is now in shock. He then argues with the referee saying that he should have won while Phillips is waiting for him to turn as Flamer turns around, Phillips runs at him but Flamer catches him and attempts to nail him with the Burnt to a Crisp(Face First Spinning Tilt a Whirl Slam) but Phillips counters it into the Reign of Destruction(Seated Crucifix Powerbomb). Phillips goes for the cover and hooks the leg; 1..2...and 3. The referee calls for the bell and raises Phillips hand in victory and hands him the WFW IC Title Belt.)
O'Hara: The winner of this match and still the WFW IC Champion, Scott Phillips!
Michaels: What a win and Phillips is still the WFW IC Champ.
Lang: Lucky bitch but one day, he will lose that belt.
Michaels: Yeah right, I don't see him losing that belt anytime soon....what the hell is this?
(Suddenly from the back, Chris Neptune appears and runs down the ramp towards the ring. He quickly slides in under the ropes, bringing in a folded up chair along with him. Neptune quickly jumps to his feet and catches Phillips off guard with a vicious chairshot to the face. As Phillips hits the mat hard, Blaze is just getting to his feet. Neptune sees this and repeats the process on Blaze, nailing him in the skull with the chair as well. The crowd is booing wildly at these actions, but Neptune just shrugs them off as he drops the crumpled chair to the mat. Neptune paces around the ring a moment, waiting for one of the men to get up before he unleashes on them with a flurry of blows: punches, kicks, etc. With both men down once more, Neptune grabs the IC title and looks at it closely as a wicked grin crosses his face. He holds it up in the air as if it was his own, much to the crowd's dismay. As loud boos are heard throughout the arena. These chants are then followed by "Phillips" and "Blaze" chants as the crowd tries to urge the two other wrestlers back to their feet. Neptune looks annoyed now by the fans reaction and spikes the title into the mat before turning on the two fallen wrestlers once more, both of which are beginning to get back to their feet. As Neptune approaches Phillips, Phillips manages to catch Neptune off guard and nails him in the mid-section. The crowd erupts into cheers at this, but Neptune manages to quickly regain his composure as he grabs Phillips and powerbombs him viciously into the mat. He then tosses Phillips out of the ring and once again repeats the process on Blaze. Neptune paces around the ring one more time before being completely satisfied. He now heads backstage as his music blares over the loud speakers of the arena.)
Michaels: What the hell just happened here?
Lang: I think Neptune is making a point that he wants that title.
Michaels: Well yeah, that was obvious.
Lang; Then why did you ask?
Michaels: Shut up, Lang.
Lang: Hey, don't hurt the messenger.
Michaels: ...Either way, this certainly does not bode well for either Phillips or Flamer. These two men will certainly have a bone to pick with Neptune come next week.
(The scene now switches from the announce table to the backstage area. On screen we see none other than Hades "The Master of Pain" who is still pumped from his tag title defense earlier in the evening and only now beginning to turn his attention to the next task at hand, the world title. As Hades stands against the wall, Carl Wombat holds a microphone and stares into the camera next to him.)
Carl Wombat: We are backstage here with Hades "The Master of Pain" who will be stepping into the ring in a few very short minutes in what is shaping up to be the biggest match of his career. Now Hades, you just won your earlier match this evening and retained the World Tag title with your partner, Chris Neptune. Do you have anything to say regarding that.
Hades: Not much other than the fact that I came through on what myself and Neptune said we would. We did not disappoint and we did not fail. Those tag titles are as much a part of us as our skin, our flesh, and our bone.
Wombat: I see, but the Twisted Sisters will certainly not sit idle for too long before they decide to go after those titles again. So, would you and Neptune be willing to give them another shot?
Hades: Carl, The Lords of the Depths or the Bad Omens, whatever you will, will never backdown from any challenge. Whether the challenge be an honest one or some bullshit that our good friend Rickets has orchestrated, it does not matter. We are two men who will stop at nothing and never cease to amaze those who hate us, that being the WFW's fans. We have no problems with defending our titles and we don't even care against who because the out come will always be the same regardless of the circumstances, that being yet another successful title defense under my belt. There is a reason, Carl, that I am considered the most successful tag competitor in this federation.
Wombat: Ah yes, that leads me to my next question. The man who would claim that you are nothing more than a shame and that he is, in fact, the most successful tag champion in WFW's history, Adam Masterson. You will be facing him and bitter rival Blake Williams tonight for a title you are no stranger to.
Hades: Ha, don't even get me started on Adam, that child has had everything handed to him on a silver platter over the past two months, he has had to work for nothing. All he has had to do is show up to the shows ad put in a little "overtime" at Rickets' office after-hours, if you know what I mean. The mere fact that he is in this match tonight, let alone claims to be on a level with me, is a joke. That's all there is to it really. The boy can talk all he wants and try to make it seem like he has reason to be here, but when it comes down to it, the only true reason he has is that he BOUGHT his way into this match!
Wombat: Interesting, but Hades...you did hear Blake's comments earlier. They sounded much the same as yours, save for the fact that Blake was calling YOU the shame.
Hades: I heard the words of that child, I heard them loud and clear and found them quite amusing to be honest. If he wants to think that, let him. If he wants to live in a little fairy tale for the rest of his life, let him. I have no problems with having him dance around some fucking tree as he chases a unicorn looking for some pot of gold. That's up to him. But what I will say is this. He claims I am the washed up one, the one who has had "his shot at the title", ha! Look at yourself buddy. What is this, your third consecutive month with a chance to get the World Title? What the hell happened to the first two chances? You weren't giving it your all? You were just biding your time? You were just getting warmed up? Oh no, those aren't the reasons, the truth is that you simply are not up to the challenge Blake. You are the one who is washed up, hell you never were to be quite honest since you have yet to ever win that title! So you keep talking little boy, keep saying whatever you want. If you need to wrap yourself in your fairy tale world, go ahead. I will gladly tear the pages out of your face you little shit.
Wombat: Wow, you certainly seem confident going into this match.
Hades: Can you blame me? I mean I am facing a never was or will be and a fool who had his hand held the entire way to this match. They are nothing more than mere children. If I lose tonight, it certainly wont be because I was outdone in terms of skill or talent.
Wombat: That brings me to the President. Do you think he will have anything to say about the outcome of this match?
Hades: Oh, I can guarantee you that he will try, but if I have my way, he wont be able to even open his mouth before his teeth hit the floor, separate from his head courtesy my boot. The man is definitely up to something, what other reason could he have had by sticking me, the man he hates the most, and Blake Williams in this match?
Wombat: Well put Hades. Anyway, best of luck to you, we'll see you in the ring shortly.
Hades: I don't need your luck Wombat, you can shove it up your ass with the rest of your tiny head.
(The scene now switches from backstage area to backstage area.)
(This time, however, it is Adam Masterson who is on screen, not Hades. Adam is also alone and inside his locker room. Adam Masterson is all suited up for his match and is just preparing to leave when he looks directly at the camera for a moment.)
Adam Masterson: Ah yes, the last minute words. What are my thoughts in the last few seconds before I become WFW's newest World Champion. Heh, wouldn't you all like to know?
(With that, Adam goes to step out of the door, but as he does, WFW interviewer Erica Vovcana rushes in. She stops Adam in his tracks and begins to blush as she speaks into her microphone.)
Erica Vovcana: Ahem, Adam Masterson, would you mind saying a few words before you head out to the ring? It wont take long at all.
(Adam lets out a sigh of impatience before motioning to Erica to proceed.)
Erica: Great, all right. I am sure you heard the words of Blake Williams earlier tonight, but what you probably missed is what Hades just had to say.
Masterson: Woah, stop right there. First of all, whatever Hades had to say is completely unimportant, so don't waste my time by either repeating what he said or trying to get me to comment on it.
Erica; But...
Masterson: No buts, besides, I am pretty sure I can guess what he said anyway. Pretty much the exact same thing as Blake. That he is the only one worthy for this title, that I shouldn't be in this match, that...bla bla bla bla.
Erica: Actually, that's pretty much exactly what he said.
Masterson: Surprise, surprise. Anyway, Blake and Hades...you two are made for each other it seems. Both of you are so blind that I am surprised you guys don't have seeing eye dogs when you fight in matches. The ignorance you two show on a weekly basis is simply amazing and how either of you can even call yourselves wrestlers, let alone human beings, is beyond me. But to each his own I guess. So, Blake and Hades, you guys think I got into this match the cheap way? Think I sold out to get in here, ha. If that's what you guys have to tell yourselves each and every night to make yourself feel better, by all means go ahead. The truth is quite different after all. I am, quite simply, the best commodity to ever step foot into a WFW arena in the history of this organization. Anson Drake, Nick Kelly, Sinister, hell even my old friend Revolution can all eat my heart out. No one, and I mean no one, has been as successful as me. The only thing that I am missing on my resume is a world championship title reign, and well, that, my friends, will all be fixed tonight.
Erica: You don't think the other two have a chance to win tonight?
Masterson: Oh hell no. Look at them. Like I said, they are oblivious to everything. For example, the two of them are bitter rivals and hate each other so much that they will do nothing but beat down upon one another as I just sit back and relax. By the time one has defeated the other, I can just step in and finish the match within seconds. Tonight will be a piece of cake and then a true champion will have been crowned once more. No has-been in the form of Hades, and not some hot-shot rookie in the form of Blake. Oh no, a veteran who has seen it all, done it all, and won everything along the way. Hell, as far as I am concerned, Hades and Blake, you two have the best seats in the house. You guys will be front row center as the biggest legend of them all is born!
(With that, Adam exits the locker room and begins to make his way to the ring leaving Erica Vovcana in the room, speechless. The scene now cuts back to ringside.)
Michaels: Wow, strong words from both sides there. Then throw in what Blake had to say earlier in the night and I think we have our self match of the year material coming up, if not match of the decade.
Lang; You are basing that off what? The simple fact that they like to insult each other?
Michaels: ...
Lang: That's what I thought. Anyway, back to what is important, that being the actual match which will be getting underway in a just a moment.
Michaels: This is what it is all about. Three men hungry for that title, all wanting it more than the next.
Lang: How can each be hungrier than the next? That would just mean they are getting hungrier and hungrier....wouldn't they eventually die of starvation?
Michaels: Sh...
Lang: No, allow me, Michaels. Ahem, "Shut up, Lang".
Michaels; Thank you.
Lang: Don't mention it. All in a day's work.
Michaels: Now, as I was saying. This should be one of the biggest matches in WFW history. Not since some of the very first shows have we seen such an intense rivalry between competitors vying for one title. Blake, Adam, and Hades all truly hate each other, then throw in Izzy, who as we all know isn't in this match tonight, and heh...well you've got something that doesn't come along all too often in wrestling.
Lang: Uh huh.
Michaels: Not since a few years back when we had the bitter feud of then newcomer Anson Drake and Sinister have we seen this much build up for a World Title match.
Lang: Or even The Chosen One, who is Seth Stevens now, and DVD.
Michaels: Heh, then there was Nick Kelly and Blaze, those two also had one of the all-time classic feuds in WFW.
Lang: And then there was my all-time favorite wrestler, Y2Jay and pretty much anyone he so much as looked at, ha.
Michaels: Either way, the point is that feuds and matches like these are few and far between. We should consider ourselves lucky to be here for it.
Lang: On that note, let's head to the ring.
O'Hara: Ladies and gentlemen, the next contest is scheduled for one fall, is our main even of the evening, and will be a triple-threat match for the vacant WFW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first, he hails from the city of Buffalo in the great state of New York! Standing at 6'1 and weighing in at 231 pounds, he is "The Righteous One"...BLAKE WILLIAMS!
(A chorus of resoundingly thunderous cheers ring out from the audience as the arena lights dim. The tune of "The Righteous One" by Bone-Thugz-N-Harmony suddenly begins to blast out of the large PA system as several brilliant silver strobe lights, which are situated along each vertical side of the WFW-Tron, begin to flash repeatedly. The cheers from the crowd grow exponentially as a spotlight projects downward from the heavens and casts its luminous glow unto the stage, revealing a grinning Blake Williams standing proudly with his arms raised triumphantly in the air. His eyes tightly closed, Williams takes a deep breath as he spins completely around whilst a brilliant display of silver pyrotechnics explodes all around him. The crowd now cheering him dearly, Williams' eyes snap open as he begins a slow jog to ring-side, high-fiving several lucky fans along the way. Once he reaches the ring, Williams hops onto the apron and grabs hold of the top rope, using it as a catapult as he somersaults over it and into the ring. Silver light bathes the ring as Williams stands squarely in the center of it and again raises his arms high into the air. As the cheers from the loving audience members grow, the music and silver lighting subside as Williams calmly backs into his corner and stares down the entrance ramp...barely able to stand the wait he must endure before his opponents reaches the ring.)
O'Hara: And introducing next, he hails from Calgary, Alberta, Canada! Standing at 6'5 and weighing in at 290 pounds, he is known as "The Master of Pain"...HADES!
(A mixed reaction, small amounts of cheering along with mostly jeers, come from the people in the crowd as the lights abruptly fade to nothing. "Death Skin Mask" by Slayer then begins to ring thunderously over the PA system as the entire entryway is lit up by an eerie purple light. As fog pours out from the area behind the curtain, a spotlight shines down onto the stage and reveals Hades slowly rising out of the fog. His back towards Masterson, Hades' face is focused downward, locked on the stage. A very brilliant, very sudden crash of manufactured thunder is accompanied by a flash of purple light. In unison with the explosion, Hades suddenly snaps his head upward and whirls around on his ankle, a wicked grin fixated across his face as he glares devilishly at Masterson. Striding confidently down the entryway, Hades chuckles to himself as he reaches ringside and his eyes lock with Williams'. Williams grins to himself, returning the favor from Hades, as Hades slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Turning his back on the momentarily calm Williams, Hades steps towards his corner and climbs onto the turnbuckle. Facing the audience, Hades points to himself with both hands and bellows "I'M THE MAN!" as the music and lighting subside. The normal lighting returns as both Williams and Hades lean back in their respective corners, awaiting their opponent, Adam Masterson.)
O'Hara: And introducing finally, he hails from Saint Pete Beach in the sunshine state of Florida! Standing at 6'1 and weighing in at 232 pounds, he is...ADAM MASTERSON!
(Thunderous boos echo throughout the entire interior of the arena as the lights dim severely. As the tune of "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC begins to play over the PA system, a profound collection of red spotlights begin to slowly spiral over the audience. A brilliant white spotlight protrudes downward from the rafters and casts its circular glow on the stage, where Masterson is seen standing with his arms firmly crossed in front of his torso and a vicious gleam twinkling in his eyes. Strobe lights positioned on the sides of the stage begin to flash repeatedly as a volley of red pyrotechnics explode from the sides of the WFW-Tron. After raising his arms into the cheer while ignoring the tremendous boos of the audience, Masterson methodically strides down the entryway...his eyes constantly stayed locked on the ring and never straying from it. Once at ringside, Masterson stretches his neck by cocking his head from left to right and then proceeds to climb the steps. Stepping between the top and middle ropes as the entire ring is coated with red light, Masterson raises his arms high into the air as his expression becomes one of rage. The lighting and music effects now cease, while he boos reach their peak, yet have seemingly no effect on Masterson...who only stares across the ring, his eyes wandering back and forth as he sizes up his opponents. All three men eye one another while they await the signal from WFW head official Brandon Howard, who will be the presiding authority for this contest. Situating himself in the very center of the triangle which the three men have formed around him, Howard first turns to Hades and beckons for him to step forward and be searched. His eyes never straying from Masterson's, Hades utters no word of disagreement as he steps towards Howard and is searched. Nodding his head with satisfaction as he finds nothing illegal, Howard now turns towards Williams and gives him the signal. With a focused look in his eye, Williams calmly nods his head and steps towards Howard for the search. His thorough search again yielding nothing illegal, Howard nods and signals Williams to step back into his corner as he turns towards Masterson, who is arrogantly leaning on the turnbuckle while grinning. Before Howard even makes the signal, Masterson confidently strides forward and orders Howard to search him. An astounded Howard complies, and is remotely surprised when he finds nothing on Masterson. Once he signals Masterson back into his corner, Howard raises the vacant WFW World Heavyweight Championship Belt high into the air before he turns possession of it over to the time-keeper and signals for him to ring the bell and get the match started; DING! DING! DING! The crowd cheers immensely with anticipation, eagerly awaiting what will transpire in the upcoming match. The three men have taken defensive stance and have yet to leave the safety of their corners, their eyes constantly darting around while they each try to watch two opponents at the very same time. Twitching and stretching nervously, they slowly begin to inch their ways towards the center of the ring...each man has a slightly worried look upon his face as the distance between them decreases. Each man, very wary of turning his back on either of his opponents, appears to be slightly hesitant to make a move towards one opponent as it will cause an opening for the "odd man" to attack him. Suddenly, Williams gets a look of disgust on his face and breaks into a run towards Hades...and the atmosphere of tenativity is broken as the crowd breaks into cheers while Williams drops Hades with a vicious running lariat. The grin still fixated on his face, Masterson seems to chuckle to himself as he backs into his corner and again leans back against the turnbuckle in a relaxing fashion, watching intently as Williams stomps away at Hades like a man possessed. Rolling around in feverish attempts to escape the blows, Hades sees his chance to turn the tide as Williams comes charging off the ropes and leaps into the air with an attempted elbow drop, which Hades easily dodges by rolling out of the way. In an instant, both Williams and Hades are to their feet again and show no signs of fatigue. Enjoying the show from his post in the corner, Masterson gives the two men a sarcastic round of applause before finally stepping forward and squaring off against Hades. Feigning a collar-and-elbow tie-up, Masterson quickly shoots a knee into Hades' gut and begins chopping away at his chest, backing Hades up to the ropes. Latching a grip onto Hades' arm, Masterson tries to send him across the ring with the Irish Whip, but Hades is cut off by a sudden drop toe-hold by Williams. Seeing the opening, Masterson quickly begins to stomp away at Williams before he can get to his feet while Hades' hands shoot up to his face instinctively. Following three good boots, Masterson reaches down and pulls Williams to his feet momentarily before sending him to the mat with a body slam. Meanwhile, Hades has gotten to his feet and positioned himself behind Masterson and spins him around before sending him into the nearest turnbuckle with an Irish Whip. Hitting hard, Masterson is stunned in the corner as Hades begins chopping away at his chest before laying repeated boots to his stomach, which slowly cause Masterson to slump down in the corner. Now to his feet, Williams rushes to Hades and spins him around before applying a standing side head lock, but the bigger Hades wisely counters out of the move by hoisting Williams up and executing a belly-to-back suplex, but no...Williams flips backward off Hades' shoulder and lands squarely on his feet behind Hades! Quickly dropping to his back, Williams wraps his arms around Hades' waist and charges forward towards the ropes as he tries to roll Hades up with a sunset flip, but Hades hooks the rope and blocks the move before quickly spinning towards Williams as a seemingly overlooked Masterson suddenly shoots out of the corner and lands a big clothesline which sends Hades tumbling over the top rope and down onto the floor! Leering down at Hades as he admires his work, Masterson turns towards the center just in time to see Williams charging at him, but Masterson ducks his head and catches the surprised Williams with a back body drop that sends him flying over the top rope as well! His arrogant grin returning, Masterson calmly drops to his back and rolls underneath the bottom rope, exiting to the outside where both Hades and Williams are trying to recover from their spills.)
Michaels: As much as I hate to say it, Masterson has both Hades and Williams in a bad way following that clothesline and back body drop.
Lang: Hate to say it? Egad, Joey my boy...just like I've been saying for weeks on end now, Masterson WILL be the next WFW World Heavyweight Champion. So, for your own sake, you'd be wise to get used to seeing Masterson controlling things around here.
Michaels: Heh, you are dumber than you look cheeks...Rickets is the only one that controls things around here and there will come a point when Masterson is no longer of any value to him. I ask you, what will happen then?
Lang: Why, you...you...you Benedict Arnold you! Here you are, trying to cause animosity and stir shit up between Masterson and the same man who signs your paycheck each week! I hope your righteousness comes in handy when your wife and kids are starving, you lowly schmuck.
(Serenaded by a booing Los Angeles crowd, Masterson's eyes beam arrogantly as he pulls Williams to his feet before whipping him into the protective ringside barrier. Howard, who would normally administer the ten count in this situation, makes the decision to let the match continue on the outside as he doesn't believe in making count-outs or DQ's in title matches. As Howard simply watches the chaos, Williams gasps for air as Masterson punches away at his gut with vicious rights and lefts. Backing off a few steps, Masterson makes quick jog towards Williams and lands a short clothesline that sandwiches Williams between Masterson and the barricade! As Williams slumps downward, Masterson reaches down and pulls him to his feet before hoisting him up onto his shoulder and charging towards the ring-post as he tries to drive Williams into it head-first, but the rookie Williams shows veteran intelligence as he slides down Masterson's back and pushes off, sending Masterson careening head-first into the post! Once Masterson falls, Williams quickly positions himself over him and begins to measure him up for an elbow drop, but Hades is now behind Williams and whirls him around before landing a few short lefts to Williams' face which cause Williams to stumble backward a bit. Latching his arm around Williams, Hades whips Williams forward before extending his arm and catching Williams with a short-arm clothesline that sends him crashing forcefully onto the floor. No longer reeling from his collision with the ring-post, Masterson gathers himself and gets to his feet before moving towards Hades, who is busy choking Williams with a piece of camera cable. Once Masterson begins to measure Hades for an elbow drop, Hades suddenly releases Williams and gets to his feet, spinning around to face a shocked Masterson. Hades laces a left to Masterson's face and Masterson returns the favor as the two begin to exchange blows with one another. The quicker blows of Masterson garner him the edge as he eventually backs Hades up to the barricade before kicking him in the stomach a few times. Backing up as Hades leans against the barricade, Masterson measures Hades before charging him with an attempted clothesline, but Hades ducks and back-drops Masterson over the barricade and into the audience, who cheer wildly at the counter as Masterson comes crashing down and lands on the unforgiving cement floor below! As is the case with both Williams and Masterson, Hades finds his breath growing shorter and more labored while sweat drips from his face. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Hades is suddenly caught by a totally unexpected superkick from a resurgent Blake Williams! Though majorly rocked back by the kick, Hades doesn't flip over the barricade and begins to slump downward as Williams reaches underneath the ring and produces a steel chair. Measuring Hades up, Williams reaches back and swings baseball-style...but Hades ducks and Masterson, who is just now able to stand in the front row, catches the swinging chair full force! The crowd cheers immensely as Masterson's eyes roll back in his head, his legs buckling underneath him as he slumps to the floor with blood streaming from his forehead. Surprised that he missed Hades, Williams makes a big mistake drops his guard as he watches Masterson slump to the floor...giving Hades the opportunity to land a quick kick to Williams' stomach which causes Williams to double over and drop the chair right in between himself and Hades. Hooking Williams' head with his right arm, Hades goes for a DDT onto the chair...but Williams rushes forward and drives Hades spine-first into the ring-post! His hands shooting to his spine with pain, Hades releases his grip on Williams, who promptly retrieves the chair and again measures Hades before swinging...but Hades ducks and Williams hits only the post! A painful vibration sent up his arms and into his hands, Williams' reflexes make him drop the chair just before Hades comes charging towards him and connects with a big running lariat. Reaching down and pulling Williams to his feet, Hades measures him up and connects with a big right haymaker that rocks Williams back as Hades measures him for another one...but suddenly, from the top of the barricade at the ring-side area, a now bloody Adam Masterson, who appears to be back in the thick of the match, leaps high into the air and, in mid-air no less, is somehow able to wrap each of one his arms around the necks of both Williams and Hades, driving them both to the floor with a stylish Double-Flying DDT! While Hades catches only the floor, Williams isn't so lucky as he is driven into the same chair that he brought into the match several minutes ago!)
Lang: Unsurprisingly, Adam nailed what has to be the most impressive move of the match so far...he took out both Hades and Blake Williams with one blow.
Michaels: I am surprised that it was Masterson who landed it. I mean, he's been on the floor licking his wounds for the entire match!
Lang: He was recovering while Hades and Williams wore each other down, nice strategy by the veteran.
Michaels: Care to explain the "strategy" involved in being the first wrestler to bleed, cheeks?
Lang: My boy Adam likes charities, he's obviously making a generous donation to the Red Cross of Los Angeles. He's doing his part to save the children in one of those loser countries
(Looking at a worn-out Hades and motionless Williams, Masterson nods satisfactorally at his work before picking Hades up and rolling him back into the ring. Sliding underneath the bottom rope, Masterson wastes no time in going for the victory as he lays across Hades and hooks his leg, making the cover as Howard drops and has the count; 1...2...No! Hades kicks out! A mild look of frustration on his face, Masterson gets to his feet and places his hands around the top rope, bracing himself as he stomps away at Hades. After three good shots, Masterson reaches and grabs Hades by the hair before pulling him to his feet. Locking Hades' arm around his own, Masterson tries for a vertical suplex but Hades wraps his leg around Masterson's and blocks it before countering with a vertical suplex of his own! But wait, Hades isn't done yet as he uses the momentum to roll through and bridge over Masterson, making a pin of his own as Howard drops and makes the count; 1...2...No! Masterson kicks out! Both men now gasping for air and blood streaming from the forehead of Masterson, they wearily get to their feet and are barely able to stand as they begin to flail away at one another with sloppy right hands out of sheer desperation to get an advantage. Once more, the quickness of Masterson gives him the edge as he begins to back Hades up to the ropes...but this time, Hades is prepared for it and wisely shoots a thumb into the eye of Masterson which momentarily blinds him and causes him to back off of Hades. Hades suddenly shoots towards Masterson and hooks his head up with his right arm in DDT position, going for the "Dark Miracles" (Even-Flow DDT)...but Masterson pushes off and sends Hades tumbling back to the ropes! Watching Hades' momentum bounce him off the ropes, Masterson suddenly ducks before reaching and wrapping his legs around Hades waist as he roll through and applies the "Wreckless Abandon" (Rolling Boston Crab) submission hold in the center of the ring! Screaming out in pain, Hades flails and twitches every which way in an attempt to escape, but Masterson simply smirks and cinches the hold in tighter. Howard pours over Hades, constantly asking if Hades wishes to submit but Hades just curses at him in response. Slowly but surely, the hold takes its toll on Hades...who has now raised his hand as the pain he's in has become almost unbearable. The fingers of his free hand pulling his hair, Hades arm begins to fall...but before it hits the mat, a forgotten Blake Williams who was positioned on the top turnbuckle behind Masterson comes flying off and, in mid-air, hooks Masterson up and delivers a Super Bulldog, forcing Masterson to break the hold! Rolling a writhing Hades over, Williams immediately makes the cover as Howard slides into position and makes the count, 1...2...HADES GETS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE!! A look of total shock coming over his face, a seemingly fresh Williams kips to his feet and stares at Hades, who is struggling to even put weight on his legs, much less stand. Howard immediately goes to check on Hades, turning his back on Williams and Masterson...who uses the chance to sneak up behind Williams and catch him with a cheap low blow! Pulling himself to his feet, Masterson whirls Williams around and leaps onto Williams' shoulders as he goes for "The Plunge" (Dragon-Rana)...but Williams rushes forward and counters with a running sit-out powerbomb! Draping his legs over Masterson's arms, Williams holds the cradle and makes the pin as Howard frantically slides across the ring and makes the count; 1...2...HADES LEAPS HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING AND DROPS AN ELBOW ON WILLIAMS THAT BREAKS THE COUNT!! Pulling himself up by the ropes, Hades limps over to Masterson and pulls him to his feet by his hair...but halfway up, Masterson gives Hades a short left to his gut that stuns him and causes him to stumble backwards a few steps! Wrapping his arms around Hades' head, Masterson charges towards the ropes and goes for the "Deadly Delight" (Rope-Running DDT), but Hades pushes off and sends Masterson into the ropes! Masterson's momentum causes him to bounce backwards towards Hades, who hoists Masterson onto his shoulders and goes for the "Seasons in the Abyss" (Forward Samoan Drop DDT)...but as he turns, a now standing Blake Williams waits for the perfect moment and catches an unexpected Hades flush in the face with a picture-perfect drop-kick that causes Hades to fall backwards with Masterson still on his shoulders, squashing Masterson against the mat! Landing on top of Masterson, Hades has the cover although he's unaware of it as Howard makes the count; 1...2...WILLIAMS PULLS HADES OFF OF MASTERSON AND FLIPS OVER, BRIDGING HADES UP WITH HIS OWN PIN WHILE HOWARD RESTARTS THE COUNT; 1...2...HADES BRIDGES UP AND OUT OF THE PIN! Underneath Williams, Hades rotates his body and positions himself in front of a doubled over Williams before picking Williams up in the powerbomb position as he goes the "HellRazor" (Torque Powerbomb), but Masterson suddenly dives and takes Hades weak knee out, causing him to buckle to the mat with Williams on top of him in pin position! Howard frantically makes the count; 1...2...MASTERSON PULLS WILLIAMS OFF OF HADES! Reaching down and pulling Williams to his feet, Masterson gives him a quick kick to the gut and doubles him over before picking him up in powerbomb and sliding him down his back as he goes for the "Bitter End" (Reverse Gory Special Driver), but Hades has somehow gotten to his feet and rears back before executing the "Purple Rain" (Spits Purple Mist from Mouth) into the eyes of Masterson! Blinded, Masterson releases Williams as Hades doubles him over and goes for the "Dark Miracles" (Even-Flow DDT) and hits it. Williams, who is now to his feet, charges at Hades, who has also gotten up, and connects with a clothesline! Not wasting a second, Williams goes to pick up Hades, but somehow Hades executes "Purple Rain" one more time, this time on Williams! Williams stumbles back clutching at his face and trying to wipe the mist from his eyes. Hades uses this to his advantage and gets to his feet. Approaching Blake, Hades is suddenly surprised when Williams grabs him and sets him up for the "Drop of Righteousness" (Firemen's Carry into Face buster). Hades quickly regains his composure and slides off the still blinded Williams' back and then props Williams onto his shoulders, stealing Williams' signature move as Hades nails Williams with "The Drop of Righteousness" (Firemen's Carry into Face buster)! Crawling towards Williams, Hades drapes an arm across his chest as Adam just now comes to. Adam looks over to see Howard making the count. Adam desperately tries to get to his feet and break the count; 1...2...3! ADAM DOESN'T MAKE IT IN TIME AS HOWARD SIGNALS FOR THE BELL WHILE "DEATH SKIN MASK" BY SLAYER BEGINS TO BLARE OVER THE PA SYSTEM!!)
O'Hara: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and NEW WFW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...HADES "THE MASTER OF PAIN"!!
(Howard raises his right hand high into the air and points to a gasping Hades...signifying him to be the winner of the bout while a dejected Adam slumps in the corner, too drained to even try to make his exit this soon. Hades rolls off a gasping Blake Williams...who has just now realized what's happened and is pounding the mat with frustration, trying to restrain the tears that have welled up in his eyes as he is forced to witness Howard handing the belt to Hades for the second time in his career.)
(As Hades begins to bask in the glow of his victory and the beginning of his second title reign, Masterson finally finds the strength to get to his feet. Visibly in a rage, Masterson slowly approaches Hades from behind; meanwhile, "Fucking Hostile" by Pantera hits the loudspeakers and the crowd show their disapproval. President Rickets and the Wrecking Crew make their usual appearance at the top of the ring, causing Hades to be distracted.) President Rickets: THIS...THIS WAS NOT MEANT TO BE! HADES, YOU HAVE JUST SIGNED YOUR OWN DEATH WARRANT!!! (The crowd begin to boo wildly as Adam reaches from behind and hits the unsuspecting Hades with a neck breaker. The WFW World Title flies into the air as Hades is dragged down. As the belt hits its peak and begins its descent, the scene seems to go into slow motion. The belt slowly revolves in the air as the crowd is silenced for a moment. Finally, the belt comes down directly onto the sobbing chest of Blake Williams. Blake, startled for a second, looks down at the belt that has so long escaped him and grabs it in his hand ever so slowly. He stares at it a moment as Adam Masterson is getting back to his feet behind him. Blake continues to lie on his back, just staring before finally looking up and out at the crowd around him. Soft chants of "Blake" begin in the crowd as Blake rolls on his side and pushes himself up to his feet. Upon standing up, he turns and meets Adam Masterson head on. Having suspected this though, Blake uses the title as a weapon and nails Adam directly in the forehead with the title, taking him off his feet. The slow-motion roar of Adam as he falls down is heard throughout the arena and the beads of sweat glisten in the artificial light. Blake stares down slowly at his fallen opponents then stares up at President Rickets who is looking on in complete horror as his plans continue to crumble further and further into destruction. Blake and Rickets become deadlocked in one another's gaze as the tension in the arena seemingly builds. Not a word is uttered between the two men and not a single word other than "Blake" emits from the crowd around them. Everything seems to disappear save for Blake Williams and President Rickets. Then, suddenly the WFW-Tron comes to life and letters slowly appear one by one. "E" "V" "O" "L" "U" "T" "I" "O" "N". Blake, however, does not break his hold on Rickets' eyes, instead it is Rickets show slowly turns his head to stare at the WFW-Tron. An expression of confusion and fear now spreads across his face as Blake suddenly raises both his arms in the air, the one holding the World title and the lights begin to dim from bright white to a dull red. The entire arena now painted in shades of red bears witness as Blake slowly raises both arms higher and higher as the ring posts begin to emit a fine red mist, supposedly blood. The mist flies into the air similar to a geyser as the crowd continue to chant Blake and cheer along with the actions in the ring. Suddenly, Blake throws down both arms and the lights in the arena go to complete black for a few seconds. Then, the image on the WFW-Tron explodes and a bright flash of light accompanies the explosion inside the ring. Standing inside the ring now beside Blake Williams is none other than a smiling Isabella Drake, but more importantly, standing directly behind President Rickets and the Wrecking Crew is none other than Chris Lancer! The crowd immediately erupts into monstrous cheers for the three wrestlers as Lancer attacks a startled Rickets. The scene then fades to black as the credits begin to roll. The slow-motion effect continues, however, as the sounds are still dulled.
