(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. As the sparks settle and the dust of the explosion clears, we are left with a brand new logo in the center of the screen, the logo for Sin City 2003. The screen now flickers to blackness as the electronic sound right as a blackout occurs is heard. A few seconds later, the screen comes back to life showing the interior of the MGM Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada a.k.a. Sin City. The arena is packed to the brim with fans all cheering and chanting away as the first pay per view of 2003 is beginning to get underway. Flashing on the WFW-Tron is a collage of pictures of the WFW superstars, beginning with Blake Williams, Adam Masterson, Seth Stevens and ending on the likes of Isabella Drake, Theodoric Solomon, Chris Neptune, and Hades. All the while, the crowd continues to cheer and chant away as the cameras slowly pan back and forth overtop them and their numerous signs. Just then, the view switches to a faded screen. On the screen clips of last month's Pay Per View, Hell Frozen Over are played followed by various shots of the past two weeks of Uprising.)
(The first shot shows the new arrival of President Rickets to the WFW and the path of destruction he left behind him, shown throw the numerous attacks on the ex-superstars of WFW. This is then followed by the rings of fire that have haunted Hades for the past two weeks. Next is the strange letter discovered by Hades as the shock on his face is shared between himself, the letter, and his partner, Chris Neptune. As the camera focuses on Neptune's face for a moment, we are brought to another flashback. One of the many run-ins with Theodoric Solomon and Chris Neptune as their ongoing feud wages on. The hate and tension between the two is thick enough to cut through with a knife. The two men stare one another down on the WFW-Tron. This image now shifts as Neptune fades from the picture, leaving Theodoric alone. However, not for long since his brother in crime, Nero appears on the WFW-Tron and opposite these two men is none other than Wolverine. Sneers spread across the faces of all three competitors. Now a clip rolls of the happenings last week between Wolverine, Team Solomon and Clyde Bowdell and the ensuing partnership formed between Wolverine and Clyde. As the camera zooms in on the eyes of Bowdell, we see inside his pupils another clip playing. This one of the vicious attack by newcomer, Kolya Csokas on the helpless Wraith as Theodoric Solomon walks into the room. The WFW-Tron now seems to pause as the segments stop rolling. A moment of silence ensues before the segments all quickly begin to rewind. Going in reverse faster an faster with each passing second. The images all seem to blur together before finally coming to a rest on the face of Blake Williams, a face of pure determination. The camera pulls back slightly and we see Blake punch one fist into the palm of his other hand. The taped fists cause a slightly cloud of dust to waft upwards just as Blake lets off a scream of rage. The WFW-Tron appears as if it shatters, the shards falling in slow-motion to the bottom of the Tron's viewing surface. From the darkness now showing on the monstrous screen, the logo for Sin City appears once again, we are now transported to ringside where Joe Michaels and Jimmy Lang are seated.)
Jimmy "The Mouth" Lang: Well I'll be damned, it's time for yet another WFW Pay Per View!
Joe "The Professor" Michaels: Sin City 2003 to be exact! We are here tonight live from the MGM Arena in Las Vegas Nevada where the crowd has poured into the building to watch all of its favorite superstars entertain them tonight!
Lang: And entertain them they will! The card set for tonight is one packed with action.
Michaels: Not to mention a lot of hate. There are so many combustible components being put together on tonight's show, it's not even funny. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if the roof blew off the top of this place before the night was out.
Lang: Or perhaps was just lit on fire?
Michaels: Heh, funny that you would mention that Lang, for I have a hunch that our friendly neighborhood fireman who has been stalking Hades will be present yet again tonight.
Lang: Perhaps we will finally solve the mystery of exactly who the hell it could possibly be!
Michaels: Come to think of it though, Lang, would you really want to know? I mean, the guy has to be absolutely crazy. Crazier even than the person who I and everyone else originally thought it was, "The Dark Messiah" himself, Scott Phillips.
Lang: Hey, hey. Phillips didn't fool me. I saw right through his little charade.
Michaels: Yeah, I am sure you did. Hell, I bet you can see absolutely everything, especially with those cheeks of yours in the way.
Lang: Enough with the knocks against my cheeks, Michaels. many women have said they are sexy and a turn-on.
Michaels: Riiight. Well, before we lose even further track of what's going on here tonight, or before we miss the first match, let's head backstage.
(The scene displayed on the WFW-Tron comes into focus on the office of President Rickets for this week. Sitting behind his desk, as usual, is Rickets and standing beside him, also as usual, is Seth Stevens. Stevens, with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, looks down at the President who turns in his swivel chair to face him.) President Rickets: Tonight Stevens, tonight is going to be a great night for us. Tonight the second half of my...ah...I mean our plan will finally be put into effect. Tonight is the beginning of our total domination.
(President Rickets begins to laugh out loud to himself. He continues to laugh until he looks over to his television and sees The Twisted Sisters arriving backstage. His expression quickly changes to one of horror and spite. Quickly, his smile disappears and he clears his throat. The camera turns towards the television that Rickets is watching and zooms in on it. On the screen we see The Twisted Sisters, Rachel and Nikki Rivers arriving at the arena with their bags in hand. The two women are walking towards the backstage entrance when they suddenly stop short of the door. The Rivers sisters look at one another before a smirk spreads across their face. The scene now shows what they are looking at, the Wrecking Crew standing on the opposite side of the door, attempting to hide. However, the foot of Bryan Deas and the shoulder of Mark Johnson are clearly visible to the Rivers'. The women now drop their bags, pulling out a baseball bat each in one fluid motion. The now both heave their bags through the doorway. The Wrecking Crew appear in the doorway shortly after looking incredibly confused when suddenly both sisters nail them in the chests with their bats from the sides. Both men double over as the women now nail them across their backs once more with the bats before kicking them in the ass, causing them to fall forward on their faces. Nikki Rivers now nails Mark Johnson over the head for good measure, making sure that he says down while Rachel climbs on the back of Bryan and grabs the bat at both ends and pulls back on the neck of Bryan with it. She leans down by his ear and whispers to him in a soft voice.)
Rachel Rivers: When you see Adam I want you to give him a message for me, ok?
(Bryan lets out a series of audible grunts of pain. Rachel leans closer to his ear as eh pulls back on his neck a bit harder.)
Rachel Rivers: OK!?
(Bryan Deas struggles to get a few words out of his mouth.)
Bryan Deas: OK, OK!
Rachel Rivers: Tell him....tell him that it's not over. Tell him he pissed off the wrong "bitch".
(With that, Rachel releases the choke hold on Bryan and lets his head drop to the concrete floor. The two sisters laugh amongst themselves before heading backstage to their locker rooms. The scenes fades back to ringside.)
Lang: Wow. At least we know those two girls have a professions outside of Wrestling should they ever choose to follow it.
Michaels: And what might that be Lang?
Lang: As dominatrixes.
Michaels: Why did I not see that coming? Anyway, it's time to get this show officially on the road with our first match.
Lang: What?
Michaels: It's shaping p to be a dandy too. A four corners match with the winner getting a shot at the Extreme title champion in the near future.
Lang: One of the competitors is going to be the very impressive looking Kolya Csokas who made a huge statement last week by literally beating the hell out of Wraith.
Michaels: That's right Lang. I don't think anyone will be seeing Wraith for a good while after that little run-in. What's more is that Kolya even went so far as the threaten Theodoric Solomon, an established wrestler in the WFW.
Lang: Heh, Kolya certainly means business it appears. I know I, for one, would take anything he has to say seriously, even if he is a bit new around here. A man like that commands respect and fear.
Michaels: Nevertheless, they were big words from a big man with huge implications.
Michaels: We're just about to get into our first match of the evening. A 4 corners match with two newcomers and 2 other participants who could start making their way up the WFW's success ladder with a victory tonight.
Lang: You can say that again. Anyway, let's get this started already
Michaels: Let's go to O'Hara for the introductions!
O'Hara: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, the WFW proudly presents..SIN CITY!! The first match of the evening is a 4 corners match for a chance to meet the Extreme Champion. Now for the participants. First, making his WFW debut. He weighs in at 256lbs. and stands 6'3. From Ekaterinburg, Russia, Kolya Csokas !!
( The tune "Feuer Fre" by Rammstein starts to play as the newcomer makes his way out, a frown drooped over his face. Walking down the aisle and eluding all contact with the fans, he rolls into the ring and awaits the other participants)
O'Hara: The second participant also is making his WFW debut tonight. He weighs in at 170lb. and stands 5'11. From Long Island, New York, "The Evolution" Donovan Faust !!!
( "Crushed Like Fruit" by InMe blares out as Donovan Faust shows his face to the WFW for the first time. Making his way down the aisle rather quickly, he eyes Csokas as he cautiously slips under the ropes and finds a corner for himself )
O'Hara: The next participant weighs..
( Before O'Hara finishes speaking, Bowdell comes running down the aisle not allowing the introductions to follow, he rolls into the ring as Csokas smelling a trap immediately goes after him and Faust right behind the Russian. )
Michaels: Utter bedlam has broken out inside the ring folks
Lang: Higo is not the ring yet but the referee is allowing this match to begin without him
( As the three men fight amongst themselves, the lights start to flicker and "Hollow Life" by Korn blares out. The fans start to cheer as Sofal Higo appears on the ramp and watches with amusement as the 3 men battle inside the ring. Csokas gets free from Faust’s wicked chops and slips under the ropes. He notices Higo standing on top of the ramp and starts making gestures at him )
Lang: I think Csokas wants a piece of Higo
( Higo eyes Csokas and starts gesturing with his hands for him to come up the ramp and get all he can handle)
Michaels: Higo is inviting Csokas up the ramp and it looks like Csokas is going to take the bait
( Csokas runs up the ramp as Higo waits and closes his fists for the encounter. The two begin fighting it out as inside the ring Bowdell and Faust are hitting each other with high risk maneuvers. Back on the ramp, Csokas hits Higo with a German suplex. He then picks him up by his hair and drags him towards the ring. Rolling Higo into the ring, Csokas rolls in after him only to be greeted by a stomp-out by both Faust and Higo. Bowdell injured in the corner watches as Csokas is double teamed. He then gets up and helps the other 2 as Csokas gets the living daylights beat out of him )
Lang: Those men are thinking. Debilitate the big Russian and give yourselves a fighting chance at getting a shot at the Extreme title.
( Csokas is thrown out of the ring by a vicious right hand chop from Higo. Higo tries to go after him but Faust taps him on the shoulder and delivers a knee to the gut. Bowdell rolls outside of the ring and goes after Csokas who meets him with a left hook. Csokas pulls out a chair and wails violently on the back of the fallen Bowdell. Chair in hand Csokas rolls into the ring and swings at Faust who ducks and lets Higo bare the brunt of the vicious chair shot. As Higo falls Faust yanks the chair out of Csokas hand and wacks him with it. Faust tries to convert on another chair shot as Bowdell hoisted on the top rope drop kicks the chair into Faust's face. Faust topples backwards into a waiting Csokas who hits him with a DDT. Higo is up on his feet and is going after Csokas but Bowdell spears him and the two fall on the outside. Alone with Faust, Csokas hits him with a German suplex. Climbing the turnbuckles, he converts on a trademark variation of the Shooting Star Press as he goes for the cover. The referee makes the count 1...2....3 and the bell rings)
Michaels: Csokas wins it!
O'Hara: Here is your winner..Kolya Csokas!!!!
( The Russian's hand is raised as he rips his wrist away from the referee and walks back up the ramp a bit dazed)
Michaels: Csokas continues on his path of destruction. If the rest of the wrestlers backstage haven't taken notice of this guy yet, they had better and they had better do it soon.
Lang: He truly is impressive to say the least...what, being Russian and all.
Michaels: What the hell does that mean?
Lang: I...really don't know. Meh.
Michaels: All...right? Well, either way, Csokas will be getting a chance to make good on his promises to Theodoric from last week. We will find out if they were just idle threats or the truth.
Lang: I personally will go with them being the truth. Not to take away anything from Theodoric, but damn. That Russian is right crazy.
Michaels: Lang, I wouldn't jump the gun on this one. We have seen Theodoric break the boundaries of expectation before. I personally am banking on him doing it again.
Lang: Perhaps, or perhaps Theodoric wont even be the champion by the time Csokas gets his shot. Who knows?
Michaels: True, true. However, getting back to breaking expectations. Lets head backstage where Carl Wombat is standing by with Isabella Drake.
(The scene comes into focus on Carl Wombat wearing, as usual, an outrageously horrid looking suit. This particular one is purple and gray with patches of dark green sewn in various areas. Also, on top of Wombat's head sits a hideous reporter's hat from the early 50's with a piece of paper that has the word "Press" written in black marker on it. Standing beside Wombat is Isabella Drake with her hands on her hips and the WFW World Title belt wrapped around her waste. She has a look of pure determination on her face as Wombat turns to interview her.)
Carl Wombat: Hello, I am here with current World Champion, Isabella Drake who will be taking on "The Righteous One" Blake Williams tonight in a much anticipated match.
(Isabella Drake interrupts Carl before he can go any further.)
Isabella Drake: Woah, Carl. You sound as if I am going to lose tonight. What's with the emphasis on "current" and "Blake Williams". You're not another one of those "Oh, she's a woman, she'll lose" jackasses are you?
(Carl goes to response, but can barely utter a syllable before Isabella interrupts him again.)
Isabella Drake: Oh you are? Ha, that figures. I bet you, just like your little bum chum, Blake, is being payed of by President Rickets as well. Does he have you in his back pocket as well. Giving you a little on the side to come out here and try to humiliate me, try to mock me? Who the hell do you think you are Wombat? Actually, who the hell do you take me for? If it's anything less than the WFW's World Champion you better guess again jackass. I am not some little toy to amuse you. I am not some push-over who will stand watch while you and Rickets try to manipulate everyone and everything in this federation for your own personal gain. I am no Blake Williams, that much I can tell you. Wombat, get your head out of your own ass and face reality.
Carl Wombat: Wha...what might that be?
Isabella Drake: That tonight...tonight I will prove to the people that I am no fluke champion. That I, a woman, can and will compete and continue to compete with the likes of anything that the newest puppet master can throw at me. The odds may be against me yes, but how is that any different from before? I have made my way from the very bottom of this federation, the bottom where the likes of the scum of the universe rested, to claw and climb my way to the top of this federation rung by rung. I have faced much worse than what Rickets or his current yes-men Stevens of Williams can offer. Tonight will just be another night in the life of Isabella Drake. Tonight will be another night for you all to remember as I successfully defend this title without even breaking a sweat.
Carl Wombat: But...but aren't you overlooking Williams a bit?
(Isabella Drake doesn't respond, for she has already walked away from Wombat. Wombat is left there, standing all alone with microphone in hand. As the scene switches, we see the small piece of paper in his hat droop down over the rim of his hat.)
(The scene now comes into focus inside the dressing room of Blake Williams. Williams is staring at his palms in silence, slowly shaking his head. He looks up directly at he camera as the crowd in the arena cheer. The camera approaches him slowly as he beckons it to come closer.)
Blake Williams: Isabella Drake, you have the grandest of misconceptions don't you? You seem to think that by accusing me of being under this...this strange mind control power of the President that it will take the attention away from the truth. That truth being that you are, in fact, the one who has fallen into his deep pockets. That you are the one doing the nasty with him just to get a...head. Come on Izzy, face the facts here. You can try to make yourself look good, try to make yourself seem the best in the history of WFW by claiming that you are always fighting the odds, but you're not. Not this time at least. No, no. I am the one who has been battered and bruised for the past three weeks straight. I am the one that Rickets has been after every passing second, not you. So just give up on trying to fool everyone. We all know that you are spending some extra time in his offices in order to get the unfair advantage.
(Blake smirk broadens as he looks deep into the camera before continuing.)
Blake Williams: I wonder Izzy, aren't you engaged? I wonder how he feels about all of that. I wonder if you have ever told him the reason why you are late coming home each night. Why you always smell of the deep stench of Rickets. I wonder Isabella whether your reigns as World Champion have been anything more than mere shams? I guess tonight I will get my chance to prove just that. That you are, indeed, nothing more than a fluke. You can keep on trying to hide the fact that you are in bed with that asshole Rickets, but we and everyone else know the truth. And you know what's the funniest thing? Even if you win tonight by some chance, it will be an empty one because you will have defeated a man who as at a great disadvantage, who has been beaten for weeks on end. A man who is not at a hundred percent. I wonder how that will make you feel. How you look at yourself in the mirror is beyond me Isabella. I guess it serves you right to be in a no-win situation then. You have everything to lose and I have everything to gain.
(The scene now fades out from Blake's locker room.)
(The WFW-Tron now shows an entirely different locker room. This one is completely empty until suddenly the door swings open and Clyde Bowdell comes inside. He limps toward one of the benches and quickly drops himself down on top while holding his back with his arm. A wince of pain spreads across his face as he leans back against the wall. Finally he sighs in relief as he is now completely seated on the bench. He looks around a moment before beginning to mutter to himself in anger.)
Clyde Bowdell: That piece of shit Csokas. Dirty son of a...I'm gonna...fuck...
(Clyde Bowdell continues his grumblings about the four corners match which he just lost when suddenly the door to his locker room literally flies off the hinges and slides along the floor, stopping a mere foot from Bowdell. Bowdell stares at the door in surprise with his jaw hanging open before finally looking up at the cause of this disturbance. His jaw quickly shuts as he bars his teeth upon seeing Kolya Csokas standing in the door less door-frame. Kolya has a sledgehammer in his left hand which he hits the palm of his right hand with. He slightly rooks his head to the right and grins mischievously at Clyde. Clyde's eyes begin to widen as he stumbles to his feet. Before he can even begin to charge at Csokas, Kolya pushes him back down on the bench with one hand. Kolya, now looming over Clyde, begins to laugh softly.)
Clyde Bowdell: What the hell do you want? You already won, what the hell else do you want from me?!
(Kolya continues to laugh softly as Clyde begins to squirm. Clyde tries to get back to his feet again, but Kolya pushes him down yet again, stopping his laughter in the process. Now staring at Clyde with a look of complete seriousness, Kolya responds in a thick Russian accent.)
Kolya Csokas: I come, Clyde, to set an example. I don't like you, I don't like Solomons. I use you as example to show Solomons what he will get. A visual aid as they say. Ha ha.
(Kolya now laughs loudly and wildly before grabbing Clyde by the throat with one arm and nailing him in the stomach with the end of the sledgehammer which is in his other hand. Clyde grunts with the force of the blows as his eyes turn inward. Kolya now tosses Clyde off the bench and onto the floor. Clyde, who lands on his stomach, tries to get to his hands and knees, but is interrupted when Kolya kicks him in the ribs, sending him on his back. Clyde, gasping for breath, stares at the ceiling. Kolya slowly looms over Clyde as he grins downward at him. Kolya now spits atop the chest of Clyde before nailing him in the chest with the end of the sledgehammer yet again. Kolya now drops the sledgehammer and delivers a vicious powerbomb to the helpless Clyde onto the hard floor. Grabbing his sledge hammer again, Kolya knocks Clyde out with a final blow, leaving him unconscious in the middle of his locker room.)
Kolya Csokas: Theodoric, I come for you!
(The scene begins to fade out as Kolya goes to work on destroying the locker room with his sledge hammer. Meanwhile, in back by the door, we see Wolverine standing there, watching in silence at the destruction.)
Michaels: Oh my God, this man is truly crazy after all.
Lang: There are nothing but bodies in the wake of his destruction. He continues to make statement after statement here in WFW.
Michaels: For the sake of everyone else in WFW, let's hope that Theodoric will finally listen.
Lang: Yeah, but what about Theodoric. He looks like he has a special sort of admirer after him now. This definitely can't be good no matter how he looks at it. I mean...an Extreme title match against that man without weapons has to be bad enough. But if you let him near a sledgehammer, or any other weapon for that matter...well you just saw what happens!
Michaels: Sing it sister!
Lang: Will do!
Michaels: As for Blake Williams and Isabella Drake. My, my are those two ever at odds with each other. Just a matter of perception I guess, but it certainly provides for an entertaining feud and what is promising to be a great match later tonight.
Lang: Personally, I don't care who is in who's pocket. Just as long as we can get to that fricken' match. That means we have to go through three other matches first...meaning lets get a move on!
Michaels: Wise words from a retarded man. The next match is a tag match that will see the Wrecking Crew perhaps get a little revenge on the Twisted Sisters for earlier tonight.
O'Hara: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall, pinfall or submission only. Introducing the participants, first, at a combined weight of two-hundred and sixty-one pounds, Rachel and Nikki Rivers, the TWISSSSSSSTED SIIIIIIISTERS!
("You Shook Me All Night Long" begins and the crowd begins cheering extremely loudly as Nikki and Rachel Rivers begin walking down the ramp. They get into the ring, and go through their warm-ups.)
O'Hara: Introducing second, at a combined weight of five-hundred and sixty pounds, "Ballistic" Bryan Deas and "Madd Dawg" Mark Johnson, the WRRRRRRRRECCCKING CREW!
("You're Gonna Pay" hits and the crowd boos so loudly that the arena shakes as Bryan Deas and Mark Johnson step out from the backstage area and make their way down the ramp and get into the ring. The two teams stare each other down.)
Lang: These two teams are ready to go at it.
Michaels: Did you just figure that one out?
Lang: No, I've been looking forward to this match. Look at Nikki River's ... umm ... elbow guards!
Michaels: I'm sure that's exactly what you're thinking.
(The crowd is roaring as this match-up is about to begin. Starting off for each team are Mark Johnson and Nikki Rivers. The bell rings and Rivers goes right at Mark Johnson with rights and lefts and forearms to the chin. Rivers whips Johnson off the ropes right into a dropkick and tags in Rachel.)
Lang: Woo! Tag-Team Action!
Michaels: You just wish Rachel and Nikki were fighting each other.
Lang: GREAT TASTE! LESS FILLING!
(Rachel goes at Mark Johnson with some boots before Johnson gauges Rachel's eyes. Johnson drops R. Rivers with a big right hand and the crow boos extremely for Johnson. Johnson just smiles lifts Rivers to her feet and DDT! DDT! Johnson tags in Bryan Deas but NIKKI'S IN THE RING! DOWN GOES DEAS! The crowd roars as Nikki blatantly disobeys the rules. She's paying for it now though, as she's being escorted to her corner while the two men weighing about twice as much as Rachel does attack Rachel. Nikki gets back where she belongs and Johnson gets in his corner before the referee turns around, giving him no reason to suspect any foul play.)
Michaels: I can't believe this. Wrecking Crew have no morals.
Lang: Morals? Just get them to fight each other!
(Deas whips Rachel off the ropes and goes for the clothesline, but Rachel baseball slides between Deas' legs, low blows him from behind, grabs his arm, twists it around, and a thrust kick to the face! Rachel tags in Nikki, and the crowd is back in this thing. She lifts Deas up and whips him off the ropes into a hiptoss, and she lays in the boot. Mark reaches for her, and WOW WHAT A KICK TO THE CHIN! Nikki just CLOCKED Johnson with that kick to the chin. VERTICAL SUPLEX INTO THE RING! Nikki tags in Rachel, and they both whip the Wrecking Crew off the ropes, duck under a Wrecking Crew attempt at a double clothesline, and both Wrecking Crew members turn around into DOUBLE DROPKICKS! Johnson flips out of the ring and the crowd roars as the Twisted Sisters stare down Deas. Deas begins begging off but it looks like the Sisters aren't going to just give mercy.)
Michaels: Haha. Beg off Deas!
Lang: NO! GET UP! Make them fight each other!
(DECAPITATION! DECAPITATION! THE PIN! ONE! TWO! THREE!)
O'Hara: Here's your winners, the TWWIIIIIIIIISSSTEEED SISTERS!
Michaels: Score the Wrecking Crew zero; the Twisted Sisters, two.
Lang: It just isn't Deas or Johnson's night tonight. Being beat by two women is just sad. Then again, they are both pretty hot so maybe Deas has a motive to take a dive in these encounters.
Michaels: What? Are you saying that Deas and Johnson let the Rivers win? Do you need glasses? Are you drunk perhaps? It was plain as day, Deas and Johnson just got the living shit beat out of them and rather convincingly too!
Lang: No, no. I was just saying that it wouldn't be a bad game plan to intentionally lose to them in my opinion. That's all.
Michaels: Lang, grow up.
Lang: "Up"'s right. WAY UP! Ha ha ha.
Michaels: Oh my.
(The two commentators are interrupted as the WFW-Tron comes to life. Much to the annoyance of the crowd, President Rickets huge mug appears on the screen sporting a wide grin. The fans immediately show their "appreciation" with a loud chorus of boos for the President of WFW. Rickets seems to ignore them as he starts in on his speech.)
President Rickets: Ah yes. I know you all love me so much. No need to show your gratitude to such an extent. I mean, it must be taxing for all you low life drunks and druggies out her in Nevada to do much of anything but find yourselves in the hole by a couple of grand. Hell, I am even surprised any of you could afford to purchase tickets for tonight's show let alone pry yourselves away from the slot machine.
(These insults bring on yet another chorus of boos, louder than the first.)
President Rickets: Yeah, yeah. I heard you the first time you ungrateful retards. Anyway, I'll make this quick so as to let you guys get back to the mindless entertainment which you love so much that I have scheduled tonight. Now, as some of the less inebriated out there will recall, two weeks ago our resident Lightweight champion, Wolverine, promised Bliss Jones a shot at his title once she defeated all other contenders for that title. Well, needless to say Bliss Jones hasn't been able to do that yet in such a short span of time. So, that would lead you all to the obvious conclusion that Wolverine is safe for the time being, right?
(President Rickets waits for a response which is just a continued flurry of boos.)
President Rickets: Guess again. I have taken it upon myself to make sure that Wolverine will defend that very title tonight and it will be against none other than Bliss Jones! Wolverine, your little rules mean nothing in a world dominated by me. The sooner you learn that the better! Have a nice day little children.
(The WFW-Tron switches to show Wolverine in his locker room with his jaw hanging open in disbelief. He quickly storms out soon after as the screen abruptly shuts off.)
Michaels: What? The President has just announced an impromptu match between Wolverine and Bliss Jones tonight...right now!
Lang: Wolverine will have to defend that title, this was not scheduled to happen! What the hell.
Michaels: Maybe Williams has a point after all. It appears that Isabella, and by extension Bliss Jones her tag partner, are in league with Rickets. I mean, getting a title shot out of the blue like this is not normal at all.
Lang: Really? I would never have thought Michaels.
Michaels: Are you mocking me Lang?
(As the two commentators once again begin to bicker, the camera switches to inside the ring where Jack O'Hara climbs into the ring to announce the match.)
O'Hara: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WFW Lightweight Championship!!! Introducing first, the challenger, she hails from New York City weighing in at 239 lbs, here comes Bliss Jones!
("Toxic" by Crazy Town hits as Bliss Jones makes her way to the ring.)
Michaels: This is a big chance for Jones, she has been on a roll as of late and tonight she gets her chance in defeating Wolverine and reclaiming herself as the best damn lightweight in WFW!
Lang: M'kay if you say so but Wolverine must remember that he is not at 100 percent with that ankle as Scotty Phillips worked on it last week so Wolverine better be careful in this match or he will lose the title plus his career.
O'Hara: Now, introducing his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and he weighs in tonight as 220 lbs, here comes the man who claims that he is the best damn Canadian in the WFW, I give you the reigning and the defending WFW Lightweight Champion, "The Canadian Machine" Wolverine!!!
("Not Falling" by Mudvayne hits as Wolverine comes down limping to the ring carrying the WFW Lightweight Belt around his shoulder as he enters the ring and grabs the microphone and speaks.)
Wolverine: You know, I came here to defend this title against you Jones, not because I was told to by some jackass backstage, but because I WANTED to. Now, before I do, I just have a few things to say here. You see, ever since Theodoric Solomon injured my knee, I haven't been at 100 percent but within every giving week, I have become stronger and stronger. So, after tonight is over, win, lose, or draw, there is one thing that will the same and that is I, Wolverine, will be still the best damn Canadian in the WFW! Rickets, you can shove this microphone right up your ass. Bring on whatever you got for me, I don't give a shit anymore. The Canadian Machine is not gonna back down from any challenges you try to throw at me you prick. Now, ring the God damned bell!
(As the referee calls for the bell, Jones attacks Wolverine in his injured ankle as Wolverine cries in pain as the ref checks on Wolverine. Jones pushes the ref out of the way as Wolverine hooks an inside cradle and the ref only gets a 2 counts as Wolverine hops around like crazy and shows to the world that he is not injured.)
Michaels: It looks like that Wolverine was playing possum that time. It looks like that Wolverine may be at 100 percent but I wouldn't risk it at this point.
Lang: Yeah, he should watch it.
(Jones charges at Wolverine but Wolverine side steps Jones and throws her over the top rope and onto the ring floor. Wolverine then goes out after Jones as Wolverine charges at Jones with a high knww but Jones moves out of the way as Wolverine nails the ring post with his knee as Wolverine screams in pain.)
Michaels: OH MY GOD! It looks like Wolverine might be seriously injured here.
Lang: Yeah, this could be the end of Wolverine's career and the crowning of a new WFW Lightweight Champion!
(Jones grabs Wolverine and drags him back into the ring. He pulls Wolverine's legs to the ring post as Jones goes to the outside and hooks in the Figure Four Leg Lock onto the ring post. As Jones pulls back on the hold, Wolverine is screaming in pain and tapping out at the same time. The ref is telling Jones to let go of the hold and she is refusing. The ref begins to count to 5 but at the count of 4, Jones releases the hold as Wolverine is screaming in pain. Jones then gets back into the ring and stomps on the leg of Wolverine as Wolverine continues to scream in pain. Jones then lets go of the hold and picks up Wolverine and nails him with the Dark Armageddon(Death Valley Driver). Jones hooks the leg but Wolverine's foot is on the bottom rope. Jones picks up Wolverine and whips him into the ropes, Jones goes for a clothesline but Wolverine ducks and nails Jones with a Floating Super kick. Wolverine is holding his leg in pain.)
Michaels: That had to hurt Wolverine right there but Wolverine had to do what he had to do to stay alive but how bad is Wolverine's leg?
Lang: Well, if Wolverine wants to win, he better do it now.
(Wolverine gets back up and nails Jones with a right hang. He whips Jones into the ropes and nails her with the Stun Gun. Then, Wolverine picks her back up and hooks her up for the Canadian Driver(Double Underhook Piledriver). He goes for the cover but only gets a 2 count. Wolverine whips Jones into the turnbuckle and charges at Jones but Jones gets a foot up into Wolverine's face.)
Michaels: What an offensive move by Jones but big mistake by Wolverine.
(Jones then gets on the second rope and hooks Wolverine's head and nails the Tornado DDT onto him. Jones goes for the cover as the ref makes the count. 1..2...and no, Wolverine gets a right shoulder up.)
Lang: Dammit! That was so close. We were just one second anyway from crowning a new WFW Lightweight Champ!
(Jones then signals to the crowd that the match is over. He picks up Wolverine by the hair and hooks him up for the Freak Show(Reverse Suplex into Reverse DDT) but somehow Wolverine reverses the move and nails Jones with the Buzz Killer(The Final Cut). Wolverine limps over to the legs of Jones and drags her to the center of the ring and hooks her up for the Maple Leaf Lock(Sharpshooter). Wolverine pulls back real hard on the move as Jones has no choice but to tap out. The referee calls for the bell and gives Wolverine the WFW Lightweight Belt and raises his hand in victory.)
O'Hara: The winner of this match and still WFW Lightweight Champion, "The Canadian Machine" Wolverine!
Michaels: What a match by two of the top lightweights in the WFW!
Lang: Well, Wolverine proved that not only is he the best lightweight in the WFW, he is also the best damn Canadian in the WFW!
Michaels: Sure thing Lang. Now, before you keep going on with your mindless dribble, let's head backstage where something is going on with the Twisted Sisters.
(The scene comes into focus on Nikki and Rachel Rivers who are sitting side by side somewhere backstage in the MGM Arena. Rachel has a white Styrofoam cup in her hand filled with water. She takes sporadic sips from the cup as her and Nikki talk with one another.)
Nikki Rivers: Rachel, so far tonight has been a good night for us. I think we are finally beginning to turn the corner. Soon, we will be able to strike back at the root of our problems, well...our problems at least.
Rachel Rivers: I don't know Nikki. I mean, Deas and Johnson are small fish in a big sea here. They are nothing to this federation and Adam knows it.
Nikki Rivers: What?
Rachel Rivers: I think Adam still isn't taking us seriously. I mean, can we blame him. Deas and Johnson have been the only success we have had so far. That simply isn't enough in my opinion.
Nikki Rivers: What are you talking about? I would think we have sent a pretty unmistakable message to Adam. One that he isn't going to forget all too soon. Heh.
(Rachel tosses the now empty cup aside as she turns to her sister.)
Rachel Rivers: And what exactly is that message, Nikki? That we can only beat up two helpless little boys? Two retards with the combined IQ of a cockroach?! We haven't sent them any message other than the fact that we are weak. That's definitely not a message we want to send or can afford to send. Adam has to realize that we aren't pushovers nor will be lie down. God knows that stuff is through between the two of us.
Nikki Rivers: Well, what the hell do you propose then? If you think what we have done tonight is meaningless, what the hell would be useful in your mind?
(Rachel rubs her face in her palms in thought for a moment.)
Rachel Rivers: I got it.
Nikki Rivers: Oh please, do tell.
Rachel Rivers: We have to establish ourselves Nikki. Make a name that others will fear. We have to become not just the Twisted Sisters, but the Golden Girls. We have to...win some titles. And I know just where to begin.
(The two women look at one another with smiles spreading across their lips before laughing to themselves.)
Lang: Ah yes, nothing better than adorning my beautiful girls with some gold and diamonds.
Michaels: You speak as if the women are objects.
Lang: Aren't they?
Michaels: You see that Lang? You see yourself?
Lang: What?
Michaels: You are right on your way to being the victim of a serious gang beating one day, you know that right?
Lang: Meh.
Michaels: That's right. Just keep up the act you retard. Don't come crawling to me one day all battered and bruised when some feminist group decides to take their heels to you.
Lang: Like I said, Meh. Let 'em try. I love a challenge.
Michaels: God you are an idiot. I just want to see Rachel or Nikki beat the living hell out of you. You deserve it, that's for sure. As for their promises just now. You have any relevant input on that Lang?
Lang: Actually I...don't.
Michaels: Didn't think so. Allow me to cover for you as usual. Personally, I think that's a rather important announcement by those two women. As we have seen in the past through the likes of asylum and Isabella Drake, these two can definitely make some big waves here in WFW if they put their mind to it. Hell, both are already incredibly successful Lightweights, having both held that title or its predecessor numerous times. What they have in mind, I don't know. But I am sure we will be seeing a lot of them in the future as they continue to fight their way towards Masterson and his little following.
Lang: Yeah, I could have said all that too, but I chose not too.
Michaels: I'm sure you would have, Lang, but I am glad you didn't. I think I should even thank you for keeping your huge mouth shut for once.
Lang: Ha, don't mention it.
Michaels: I wont. Anyway, it's time for our next match where the Tag Titles will be up for grabs. Hmm, perhaps The Twisted Sisters might even go after some tag gold? Who knows.
Lang: You still talking about those two chicks?
Michaels: Right, well the Lords of the Depths will be defending their titles against Team Solomon. Lets head to the ring where O'Hara is making the announcement.
Lang: are you ignoring me again?
Michaels: Well, this is for the WFW Tag Team Championship. Just remember for those who don't remember, two weeks ago on Uprising, Theodoric Solomon defeated Chris Neptune for the WFW Extreme Championship and Theodoric would like nothing better than to beat Neptune again for the Tag Team titles. But, Neptune and Hades defeated the Wrecking Crew last week, and Team Solomon defeated the Twisted Sisters last week on Uprising so the Solomons are ready for this match and if Theodoric and Nero have their way, they could walk out the brand new WFW Tag Team Champions.
Lang: Well, that remains to be seen as everyone knows that Theodoric's victory over Neptune was a fluke and Neptune will get his revenge tonight and soon enough, he will get his Extreme Title back, now, enough of the damn talking! Lets go down to the ring in where Jack O'Hara will make the introductions!
O'Hara: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WFW Tag Team Championship! Introducing first the challengers, at a total combined weight of 414 lbs, Theodoric and Nero, Team Solomon!
("All in the Family" by Korn hits as both members of Team Solomon come down to the ring with Theodoric holding the WFW Extreme Title around his waist as both members enter the ring and await the opponents.)
O'Hara: Their opponents, at a total combined weight of 576 lbs, I give you the reigning and defending WFW Tag Team Champions, Chris Neptune and Hades, Lord of the Depths!
("Omens" by Witchery hits as both Neptune and Hades comes down to the ring wearing the WFW Tag Team Belts on their shoulders as the Solomons attack them from the opening bell.)
Michaels: Well, the Solomons didn't waste any time. They want those belts.
(The ref tries to separate the two teams as Nero and Hades go to their separate corners as Neptune and Theodoric start the match. They both lock up as Neptune gets the upper hand on Theodoric by hooking in a side headlock onto him but Theodoric elbows Neptune in the stomach area and whips Neptune into the ropes but Neptune nails Theodoric with a huge shoulder block. Neptune runs off the ropes again as Theodoric attempts a hip toss but Neptune counters with a DDT.)
Michaels: What a move by Neptune. He is here for revenge, dammit!
(Neptune picks up Theodoric by the head and tags in Hades. Both Hades and Neptune whips Theodoric into the ropes and nail Theodoric with a double dropkick.)
Michaels: Wow, what a double dropkick by the champs, they mean business.
(Hades picks up Theodoric and tags back in Neptune. They whip Theodoric into the ropes again and nails him with the Flapjack.)
Lang: Way to go! They tag in and out just like champs should do, They will retain dammit!
(Neptune begins to pound on the head of Theodoric as Neptune tags Hades again. They grab Theodoric and throw her out of the ring. They both grab Nero and throws him into the ring. They whip him into the ropes and gives him a double boot to the face and then, they throw him to the outside as both Neptune and Hades celebrate.)
Michaels: It looks like that both Neptune and Hades have dominated Team Solomon.
Lang: You're damn right!
(Both Theodoric and Nero both get back up and climb up to the top rope as they await for Neptune and Hades to get back up. As they turn around, Theodoric and Nero nails them with missile dropkicks. Both Neptune and Hades go to the outside quickly to regroup. Hades and Nero go back to their respective corners as Theodoric and Neptune face off again. Hades tries to get back into the ring but Theodoric sees him and attacks Hades. Meanwhile, Neptune runs and nails Nero with a cheap shot punch and Neptune goes back and nails Theodoric with a double axehandle to the back. Neptune then tags in Hades again and they both execute the Burn(BackBreaker/LegDrop) onto Theodoric. Neptune goes for the cover but only gets a 2. Nero then slowly gets back up on the apron and yells at his brother for the tag. Neptune hooks a headlock onto Theodoric but then Hades gets in the ring as the ref stops him. Meanwhile, Theodoric tags his brother, Nero, but the ref stops him and telling him to get back into his corner.)
Michaels: Hey ref, he tagged dammit!
Lang: The ref has to call what he saw and he didn't see the tag.
(Neptune and Hades continue the double team on Theodoric as they whip Theodoric into the ropes and attempts a Fatality(Modified 3-D) but Theodoric counters and DDT's Hades but Neptune picks up Heather and whips her into the ropes attempting a hip toss but Theodoric nails him with a DDT. Both Neptune and Hades are on the mat as Nero is screaming at his brother to make the tag. Theodoric is crawling towards his corner as he makes the tag to Nero and Nero gets into the ring and nails both Neptune and Hades with right hands.)
Michaels: Nero is on fire here!
(Nero whips Neptune in the ropes and nails him with a dropkick right to the face and then, does the same thing to Hades. Nero comes off the ropes and nail both Neptune and Hades with a double clothesline. Nero calls Theodoric back in as all 4 men are in the ring.)
Michaels: The ref has his hand full of this one.
(Nero nails Hades with a clothesline over the top rope and both Nero and Theodoric continuing their assault on Neptune. They whip Neptune into the ropes and nails him with the Holy Grail(Dudley Death Drop). They signal to the crowd that its over. They hook up Neptune for the Operation Domination(Double Suplex) but as the move is being used, Hades gets back up and clips Theodoric which causes his knee to go out as Hades DDT's Nero.)
Michaels: Oh no, it looks like that Theodoric's knee may have went out.
(Neptune and Hades throws Nero out of the ring as Neptune goes to the top rope. Both Neptune and Hades nail the Final Touch(Evenflow DDT/Swanton Bomb combination). Neptune hooks the leg as the ref makes the count. 1..2..and 3. The referee rings the bell and gives both Neptune and Hades the WFW World Tag Team Titles.)
O'Hara: The winner of this match and still WFW World Tag Team Champions, Lord of the Depths!
Michaels: What a match this was but Theodoric looks like he may have injured himself there, but if I know Theodoric, he will be back.
Lang: I suppose.
Michaels: That's it Lang, keep sulking.
Lang: I'm not sulking...just bored.
Michaels: Oh, so I assume these matches are of no interest to you? Perhaps you think you could do better?
Lang: Actually...
Michaels: Lang, don't even begin to put your own foot in your mouth, for it's already in there as deep as it goes. Just shut up for a minute and stay at the far end of this table, preferably out of sight of the camera.
Lang: Bu...
Michaels: In the meantime, let's head backstage.
(The WFW-Tron comes to life and displays the image of Kolya Csokas walking backstage, sledgehammer still in hand from the havoc he wreaked earlier in the night. As he heads down the hallway staring down WFW employees as he goes, Wolverine appears in the distant background. Wolverine looks to his left and right before finally spotting Csokas. He calls out his name and runs up to him. Csokas slowly turns around with a look of confusion on his face. Wolverine catches up to Csokas and speaks.)
Wolverine: Hey buddy, how ya doin'?
Kolya Csokas: You are speaking to me?
(Wolverine jokingly looks around the hall.)
Wolverine: Well, I don't see any other crazy Russians around here, do you?
Kolya Csokas: You calling me crazy? Who the hell do you...
Wolverine: Woah, woah there Kolya, I meant no offence. Heh. Just a joke.
(Wolverine pats Csokas on the shoulder. Csokas stares at Wolverine hand a moment before looking at Wolverine in the face with a look of disgust. Wolverine quickly removes his hand and takes a small step back.)
Wolverine: All right, not one for the jokes I see. Anyway...
Kolya Csokas: What do you want!?
Wolverine: Give me a minute and I will tell you. Now, as I was saying. I have come to you with a proposition my good man.
Kolya Csokas: Proposition?
Wolverine: You know...an offer. A possible deal?
Kolya Csokas: I understand word! Tell me what your proposition is!
Wolverine: Oh, right. Ahem, I saw what you did to my good friend Clyde Bowdell back there and...
(Csokas seems to become enraged at the name of Bowdell.)
Kolya Csokas: A "good friend" you say?
Wolverine: Did I say that? Ah...I meant that "jackass" Clyde Bowdell back there. Ah yeah.
(Kolya stares at Wolverine a moment looking rather suspiciously at him.)
Wolverine: Heh, well as I was saying...I saw what you did to him and I must say that's rather impressive. Now, I understand you have a little thing for the Solomons...or more specifically Theodoric.
Kolya Csokas: I will kill Solomons.
Wolverine: Ha ha, that's the spirit. Well, it just so happens that myself and my good friend Clyde both hated...ah I MEAN...that jackass Clyde loved Theodoric, but I truly hate him. So, I am saying that me and you have something in common. The desire to kill Theodoric Solomon and his brother while we're at it.
Kolya Csokas: I have no problem with brother.
Wolverine: Ha, right...neither do I. Anyway. So I was thinking that you and I should...form a tag team perhaps? Think about Kolya...me, a Canada, you, a Russian. We could take on those two retards and they wouldn't stand a chance. What do you say?
(Kolya stands there motionless for a moment as he seems to be contemplating the offer. The scene now switches back to ringside.)
Michaels: Well, it seems that Wolverine is back to his old tricks. It appears that little Rickets fiasco didn't even phase Wolvie.
Lang: heh, you have to hand it to him. The guy is a genius.
Michaels: I only said he was a sneaky bastard, not a genius.
Lang: Right. That's great Michaels. I am saying he is a genius though.
Michaels: Why is that, Lang?
Lang: Well, the guy sees his partner get destroyed by a much stronger wrestler in Kolya. So, instead of packing up his bags and calling it quits with the tag team thing, Wolverine seizes the opportunity by the balls and tries to partner up with the superior wrestler, a wrestler who just so happens to have the exact same goals in mind as Wolverine.
Michaels: Wow, for once you make sense, but nevertheless I still think Wolverine is a sneaky SOB. He just reeks of slime.
Lang: Never knew that slime had a smell, Meh.
Michaels: You know what I meant.
Lang: Nope, can't say that I did.
Michaels: Argh. Let's just head to the next match for the intercontinental title. This should be a great match up as we finally get to see the conclusion to the hate filled feud between Hades and Phillips.
Lang: Not to mention the third wheel know as Masterson who snuck his way into this match last week. You talk about sneaky, that guy is right up there at a ten on the scale.
Michaels: True, true.
O'Hara: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the World Fantasy Wrestling Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 245 lbs, here comes "The Dark Messiah" Scott Phillips!!!
("Bombshell" by Powerman 5000 hits and the crowd roars for The Dark Messiah! Messiah sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring, going through his demonic warm-up ceremony as the crowd goes absolutely insane.)
O'Hara: And introducing second, from Pensacola, Florida, weighing in at 232 lbs, put your hands together for ADAM MASTERSON!
("Hell's Bells" by AC/DC hits and the boos come raining down for Adam Masterson as he walks out from behind the curtain and walks down the ramp, getting in the ring.)
O'Hara: And introducing last, our World Fantasy Wrestling Intercontinental Champion, representing Bad Omens, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, and weighing in at 290 lbs., here is the "Master of Pain", please welcome HADES!
("Death Skin Mask" by Slayer and the crowd erupts in boos as the most decorated man in World Fantasy Wrestling makes his way out from behind the curtain. He proudly displays both of his championships, his Intercontinental, and Tag-Team with Chris Neptune, as he walks down the ramp and gets into the ring.)
Michaels: This is going to be a GREAT match.
Lang: I don't see any women. Can't be great without any women.
Michaels: You are so naive.
Lang: I AM NOT! *whispering* hey, O'Hara, you got a dictionary?!
Michaels: You probably couldn't even spell it.
Lang: Wait! You're trying to trick me again aren't you? Yes, I am naive!
Michaels: That's what I thought.
(The bell rings and the crowd is cheering extremely loudly and chanting "PHILL-IPS! PHILL-IPS!" and the three men in the ring get out of ready positions to look around at the immense crowd, realizing how big this match is. How will this shape the rest of each of these men's careers? The crowd noise begins to subside, yet not enough to say that it's normal noise level. It's about the level of a crowd right after a game winning shot from half court when everyone thinks the game is over. The three men slowly begin circling in their ready position, each looking at the others suspiciously, no one wants to be double-teamed, yet all of them feel threatened of such an event occurring. It happens almost immediately as Hades and Adam Masterson both go at Scotty Phillips, laying in rights and lefts.)
Lang: And this match is underway!
Michaels: Thank you, Mr. Obvious.
(Hades takes the main role in Phillips' assault by immediately dropping him with a back body drop. Masterson follows up with a couple of boots to Phillips' gut, and Hades joins in as well. Swiftly, Masterson climbs the turnbuckle signaling for a splash on Phillips', he goes for it as Hades smiles, but Hades isn't smiling for long, as he gets nailed with a missile dropkick from Masterson! Masterson with the quick pin on the champion! One! Two! Near Fall!)
Michaels: Too early for something like that.
Lang: Thank you, Mr. Obvious.
Michaels: It's not funny when you do it. Get a life.
Lang: I know you are but what am I?
(Adam Masterson begins laying in the boots to both men that are down. Phillips finally catches one of Masterson's boots and DRAGONSCREW! Masterson goes down, clutching his leg, and Phillips takes it to him with hard boots and gets up in Masterson's face, giving him some retribution. Hades is slowly rolling towards the ropes, and neither of his opponents realize it. Hades slowly rolls out of the ring and rolls under the ring, out of sight of both his opponents. Phillips is really taking it to Masterson in the ring, and he lifts him to his feet and knocks him down with a clothesline. Phillips turns around to boot Hades, but his foot just collides with the canvas as no Hades is in sight. Phillips looks a tad peeved and worried, so he slides out of the ring and starts a search for him. When he walks to the place where Hades is under the ring, Hades grabs Phillips' foot! Phillips turns around and MASTERSON WITH A CROSS-BODY BLOCK! Masterson grabs Hades from under the ring, and slams his head right into the barricade. He grabs him and tosses him into the ring, and drops Phillips with a quick DDT onto the cement outside of the ring.)
Michaels: That was a DEVASTATING DDT!
Lang: A DDT right onto the concrete! I can't imagine how much that hurts.
Michaels: Do you want me to help you imagine how much that hurts?
Lang: Ye- Wait! No!
(Masterson has a firm upper-hand over this match-up, not allowing either man to get a shot in at this point and just completely dominating Scotty Phillips outside of the ring. Phillips gets a shot in and knees Masterson, and finally slams his head into the apron. Phillips throws Masterson in the ring, and takes a deep breather outside of the ring. The referee goes out of the ring and checks Phillips out, as he appears to have some blood on his arm. Masterson gets up in the ring, and picks Hades up, grabbing a steel chair from outside of the ring. He raises the chair up and ... PURPLE HAZE! PURPLE HAZE! Hades just sprayed purple mist into the eyes of Masterson! DARK MIRACLES! Hades drops Masterson with the Evenflow DDT, and quickly hooks the leg. The referee turns and sees the impact! One! Two! THR-! PHILLIPS BREAKS IT UP!)
Lang: CHEAP! CHEAP!
Michaels: So spraying mist in the eyes isn't cheap?
Lang: No ... why would that be cheap?
Michaels: Just checking.
(Phillips begins laying in the boots to Hades back, but Hades comes back with a chopblock knocking Phillips to a knee, and Hades from his knees takes down Phillips with a kneed bulldog, or something to that effect. Hades gets up right into a MASTERSON RIGHT HAND! Adam Masterson's back into this thing, laying in boots to Hades. He lifts Phillips up and whips him off the ropes right into a hiptoss, but quickly gets taken down by a Hades clothesline. Phillips gets up, and picks up Adam Masterson ... LAST RITES! LAST RITES! AND THE PIN! ONE! TWO!)
Lang: No, get him Hades!
Michaels: Phillips is about to win!
(THREE! THE BELL RINGS! Hades breaks it up just a second too late! He spins Phillips around, knee to the "lower abdominals", ANOTHER DARK MIRACLES! Hades tries to go for the pin, but the refs tell him its over.)
Lang: Phillips has won! Phillips won!
Michaels: And Hades snapped, my God!
O'Hara: And your winner and new WFW Intercontinental Champion, SCOOOOOOT PHILLIPS!
(Hades looks up at O'Hara and yells at him in rage. He gets to his feet and circles the ring seemingly looking for answers. Finally he exits the ring in a rage, leaving Masterson and Phillips behind.)
Michaels: What a match. What a great match.
Lang: I wonder if the main event can even live up to this now.
Michaels: Scott Phillips has just gotten one up on Hades and Hades is as far form pleased as can be.
Lang: As for Masterson, it seems those backstage promises from Rickets haven't payed off for him. I wonder what's next for him after that.
Michaels: Well, with the loss tonight and Rachel and Nikki obviously gunning for him, things are definitely not looking up for him. He has a troubled road ahead of him it seems as any steam that he may have built up n recent weeks has just left the building and taken a bus to hell.
Lang: I still can't get over the fact that Scott won.
Michaels: I just ask the question, what's next?
(The WFW-Tron comes to life and displays the locker room of Team Solomon. Pacing around the room is none other than Theodoric Solomon in an obvious fit over his loss earlier tonight. Theodoric has thrown various items in the room across the floor in his rage. He begins to talk to himself through barred teeth.)
Theodoric Solomon: Neptune, you got the best of me tonight, but this is not the end. This is NOT over. You may have kept those titles from me for tonight, but I will have everything else in your life soon enough. I will consume everything that is you. Neptune, it's far from over. Hell, it's barely begun. Mark my words. I...
(Just as Theodoric is about to continue on his little soliloquy, a knock at the door interrupts him. Theodoric looks upward, ready to tear the head off whoever it is at the door. However, Theodoric stops short upon seeing Wolverine standing in the frame with a grin on his face and his arms crossed in front of his chest.)
Wolverine: Hey Theo, buddy. How's it going? I see you lost your match earlier tonight, that's a real cryin' shame. I mean, I was rootin' for you and all too. Ha.
Theodoric Solomon: Wolverine, I am this close to tearing your head off where you stand. DO NOT even tempt me, or...
Wolverine: Ha, Theo. Personally, I think you have bigger problems to deal with than some little prick named Neptune or any crap like that. FAR BIGGER problems actually.
Theodoric Solomon: What? Like you? Don't make me laugh you little shit. I will destroy you before you can even blink. I suggest you get the hell out of...
(Wolverine ignores Theodoric's final words as he laughs to himself while shaking his head.)
Wolverine: Oh God no, Theo. Not me. I was referring to him...
(As Wolverine says the final word, he steps to the side revealing a grinning Kolya Csokas standing behind him. Kolya, with Sledge Hammer in hand stares at Theo with an evil intent. Theodoric's eyebrows raise higher and higher as he stares at Kolya opposite the room.)
Wolverine: Heh, don't worry Theo. Myself and Kolya will spare you this week, or at least for now. But, you can look forward to seeing more of me...and Kolya here in a short period of time my friend. Till later, see ya.
(Wolverine and Kolya now disappear back into the halls, leaving a shaken Theodoric in his locker room. A moment later, Nero rushes in to his brother's side as the camera returns to ringside.)
Michaels: Oh my, it appears Kolya has accepted Wolverine's offer. This cannot be good news at all for Theodoric. If Wolverine wasn't bad enough on his own, now there is a monster of a Russian to deal with as well.
Lang: Yep, it's now a fact. The Solomons are screwed.
Michaels: This night keeps getting worse and worse for Theo.
Lang: Not as bad as it's gonna be for either Izzy or Blake, which brings our attention to the next and final match of the night. The main event that we have all been waiting for.
Michaels: The World Title match between Blake Williams and Isabella Drake.
Lang: Maybe we will find out who is sleeping with who and what it all means!
Michaels: Lang, I don't think they actually meant they were slipping with Rickets. It was just a figure of speech.
Lang: What? Meh.
Michaels: Only you, Lang. Only you.
O'Hara: The next and final match is the main event of the evening! Scheduled for one fall...and for the WFW World Heavyweight Championship!! Introducing first, he hails from Buffalo, New York and is the number one contender for the WFW World Heavyweight Championship! Standing at 6'1 and weighing in at 231 pounds, he is "The Righteous One"...BLAKE WILLIAMS!
(The introduction to "The Righteous One" by Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony begins to blare over the PA system as the lights in the arena dim once again. As a sudden explosion goes off and a spotlight reveals the figure of Williams standing on the stage, the audience erupts into deafening cheers. His hands raised high into the air, Williams doesn't move towards the ring yet, taking another few moments or so to take in the audience's reaction. Williams brings his arms downwards with force and glares towards the beckoning ring with a menacing look in his eye. Williams walks towards the ring with purpose, stopping to touch hands with several lucky fans along the way. Williams reaches the ring and, after climbing the steps, grabs the top rope and uses it to somersault into the ring. Red spotlights circle the audience as Williams jogs to his corner and climbs to the top of the turnbuckle. After pointing out at the audience, he once again raises his arms high into the air and enjoys the cheers that he receives. The lighting effects, along with the music, fade out as the arena lights fade on. Williams hops down from the turnbuckle and slowly rocks his head from left to right as he stares down the entrance ramp, patiently awaiting the arrival of his opposition this evening...which will be in the persona of the reigning WFW World Heavyweight Champion, Isabella Drake.)
Michaels: In a few short minutes, the moment which everyone has been waiting for will finally arrive...for the first time ever, Isabella Drake and Blake Williams will be face-to-face with one another in that very ring with the WFW World Heavyweight Title on the line...can you feel the anticipation in this arena tonight?!
Lang: All I can feel is humiliated by the indignity of having to call this highly-touted match with plankton the likes of you as my commentating partner...honestly, I wonder why Rickets hasn't fired you yet. I know I sent him at least three memos on that issue this week, perhaps he's just been very busy or something. Either way, short stack, consider yourself very lucky to have the honor of calling this match with a commentator as legendary as I am!
Michaels: Cheeks, perhaps you may be legendary for your inducted into the Hall of Fame down at the "All you can Eat" buffet, but in the booth...you're far from it, believe you me.
O'Hara: And his opponent, she hails from Aston Villa, England! Standing at 6'1 and weighing in at 191 pounds, she is the reigning and undisputed WFW World Heavyweight Champion..."Demona", Isabella Drake!
( The crowd literally almost blows the roof off of the MGM Grand Arena as their resounding cheers shake the very rafters as the arena's entire interior becomes dark. "Prophecy" by Front Line Assembly begins to blast over the PA system as several blood red spotlights begin to circle rapidly over the members of the audience. Accompanied by a sudden explosion of red fireworks that shoot upward from the stage, a single white spotlight suddenly flashes underneath the massive WFW-Tron. A thick fog pours outwards from behind the curtain, revealing the dark silhouette of Isabella Drake standing amidst the fog. The WFW World Heavyweight Title sits just where it belongs...right atop Drake's left shoulder. Her head bowed, her eyes closed...Drake is a picture someone who is deeply focused and undistracted. Taking a few deep breaths as the crowd cheers her name, Drake suddenly snaps her head upward and snap her eyes open at the same time. Red strobe lights align the entryway as Drake walks down it with purpose, her eyes never leaving the challenger who is still awaiting her to enter the ring. Reaching the ring, Drake climbs the steps of her corner and pauses atop them...staring directly at Williams as she raises the WFW World Heavyweight Title belt high into the air with her right hand. William smirks at Drake as he beckons her to enter the ring, Drake complies as the spiraling red lights suddenly and in unison, concentrate on the ring itself. The ring now covered with a deep shade of red, Drake steps through the ropes and makes her way to the very center of the ring. Clutching the belt with both hands, Drake snaps her head backwards and stares heavenward as she raises the title high into the air while the fans cheer gloriously with pleasure. Still relaxing in his corner, Williams mockingly taps his hand together with forced applause...visually taunting Drake. As WFW head referee; the chosen official presiding over this match; Brandon Howard takes the title from Drake, the lighting effects and music die off and the arena returns to its previous atmosphere. Backing into her corner, Drake briefly jogs in place and does some minor stretching as Williams just stands and watches. Situating himself between the two competitors, Howard faces the audience and raises the WFW World Heavyweight Title high into the air, proudly displaying the prize to be handed to the winner of this momentous battle. After handing the belt over to the ringside time-keeper, Howard signals for Williams to step towards him. Grinning arrogantly, Williams complies as Howard proceed to search him for any form of illegal objects. Satisfied after finding nothing, Howard instructs Williams to return to his corner prior to signaling for Drake to step forward and be searched. Once again, finding nothing illegal, Howard instructs Drake to return to her corner as he points to the time-keeper, who in turn rings the bell and starts the match...DING! DING! DING! Their eyes locked on each other and nothing else, Drake and Williams each step forcefully towards one another until they bump chests in the center of the ring. Nose to nose, they stare each other down as the crowd begins to cheer Drake's name, "IZ-ZY! IZ-ZY!". Neither wrestler even so much as blinks for a moment...but hold, looks of confusion come over each of their faces as the cheers abruptly and in total unison change to "WILL-IAMS! WILL-IAMS!". Drake turns her head to the left, Williams turns his to his right...looks of total awe in their faces as even they take a moment to allow the atmosphere of this moment to fully sink in. Appreciative grins coming over each of their faces, they chuckle softly to themselves as they suddenly snap towards each other and engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. His size providing valuable leverage, Williams grabs Drake's arm and rotates it over his head with an arm wrench. Before he can cinch the hold in, Drake breaks into a slow jog and runs forward a few steps before flipping over and countering the hold. Reaching down with her right hand, she bumps the back of Williams' knee and Williams drops to the mat. To her feet now, Drake measure Williams and prepares to drop a short elbow into his chest...but Williams rolls out of the way and quickly gets to his feet, now measuring Drake for a short elbow drop of his own. Following suit with Williams, Drake rolls to her right and avoids the move. Quickly to their feet, Drake and Williams now engage in another tie-up with Drake backing Williams up to the ropes. Using his momentum, Williams is shot across the ring into the opposing set of ropes. Drake falls backwards to the mat and raises her legs, preparing to land a monkey flip on Williams, but Williams leaps forward and does a rolling somersault over Drake and escapes the move! Kipping to her feet, Drake quickly whirls around as Williams has her lined up for a lariat, but Drake ducks the attempt. Whirling around after his miss, Williams is caught in the mid-section with a timely kick by Drake which doubles Williams over. Locking Williams' arm over her shoulder, Drake goes a standard vertical suplex, but Williams gives Drake a stiff shot to her mid-section with his free hand and stuns her for an instant, which is all he needs to get a quick advantage in this stalemated struggle. Slipping his arm out of Drake's, Williams reaches down and grasps Drake's knees, causing her to drop backwards to the canvas. Retaining his hold, Williams braces himself to drop backwards and send Drake careening into the turnbuckle with a slingshot, but as he bends down and begins the move, Drake reaches up and stabs her thumb into his eye! In a reactionary measure, Williams quickly releases Drake's legs and wipes his eyes with his hands, momentarily blinded. Grinning as she sees her opportunity, Drake gets to her feet and begins to chop away at Williams' chest, backing him up to the ropes again. Grabbing his arm and sending Williams across the ring with an Irish Whip, Drake sets up for a shoulder block on Williams, but the weight advantage comes into play and Williams crashes forcefully into Drake and sends him backwards to the mat. Grinning down at Drake, Williams pauses for a moment before again breaking into a run as Drake flips over onto her chest. Leaping over Drake, Williams again comes charging forth off the ropes as Drake gets to her feet and, at the last possible instant, ducks her head and catches Williams with a nice back body drop! Down for a moment, Williams reaches down to clutch his back in pain as Drake sees a chance to utilize her technical mat skills to her advantage. Reaching down towards Williams' arm, she tries to lock in a cross-arm breaker submission hold...but Williams knows what's coming and swiftly locks the fingers of his two hands together to block the move! Frustration coming over her face as she struggles to lock the hold on, Drake gives up on the attempt and instead is satisfied with lacing a few stomps onto Williams' chest. After four shots, Drake grabs Williams' hair and begins to pull him to his feet...but while on the way up, Williams is able to slink his arms inside of Drake's and exert them outwards forcefully, thus breaking her grip on his hair! Swiftly, Williams steps forward and laces a knee into Drake's stomach and follows with a short back elbow connecting flush to her jaw! Staggering backwards, Drake is stunned as Williams quickly grabs her arm and snaps it towards himself while he extends his other arm and nails Drake with a textbook short-arm clothesline!)
Michaels: Just as many people expected once they heard that this match was signed, we're seeing things go back and forth here in the early goings...though there is a tremendous amount of talent in that ring right now, neither competitor seems able to gain a clear-cut advantage over their opponent.
Lang: Much unlike the battle between your announcing skills and mine...the battle which I come out on top of, heh. Matter of fact, I come out on top quite often...just ask those three blond girls over there if you don't believe me.
Michaels: Yes, I imagine you four must've gotten very well acquainted with one another...I can see it now, sipping all of your "Slim-Fast" beverages and swapping the stories of your lives over ten or twenty plates os spare ribs...just thinking of it makes me nauseous.
(After dropping an elbow onto Drake, Williams gets to his feet and picks up Drake's left leg, wrapping his legs around it and cinching in with a leg grapevine. A small, mostly concealed look of pain comes over Drake's face as, despite Williams tightening the hold and increasing the pressure, she's able to wiggle and crawl herself into a position where she can reach the bottom rope. Howard steps in and administers the four count, forcing Williams to break the hold, which Williams does. Reaching down and clutching her left knee to dull the pain, Drake tries to struggle to her feet...only to have her left knee stomped by Williams for her efforts. Reaching down with his left hand and grabbing Drake's foot, Williams holds her foot upwards and extends her left leg as he stomps away at her left knee for a few seconds. Upon releasing Drake's foot, Williams drops backwards to the canvas and rolls underneath the bottom rope to the outside. Normally, Howard would begin his ten count at this point...but since he doesn't believe in ending a title match with a ring out, Howard allows this violation of the rules. Drake rolls around in the ring, clutching her knee in pain as Williams, now on the outside floor, again grabs Drake's left foot and drags her towards a neutral corner. Clutching her foot with both hands, Williams rears them backwards and swings forward with so much force, ramming Drake's left into the side of the steel ring post several times as Drake yelps out from the pain. The crowd boos as a semi-sadistic look briefly comes over Williams' face as he rolls back into the ring. Looking down at the obviously hurt Isabella Drake, Williams measures her up before leaping into the air and landing a big legdrop across her chest! Rolling over and hooking Drake's leg, Williams pins her with a vertical press. Howard drops to the mat and makes the count, 1...2...Drake easily kicks out with medium effort. Once to his feet, Williams arrogantly taunts Drake as she struggles to find her footing on her limp left leg. Using the ropes to pull herself up, Drake looks at Williams as he comes charging towards her with an attempted running lariat, but Drake ducks and Williams misses! Whirling around to face Drake, Williams is caught flush in the jaw with a stiff right hand that sends him stumbling backwards a few steps. Seeing the temporarily dazed Williams drop his defense, Drake limply breaks into a slow-paced run and heads towards him...only to be caught up and floated over with a huge powerslam! Williams remains on top of Drake and hooks her leg. Howard is in position and has the count, 1...2...No! Drake kicks out! Staring at Howard and vocally illustrating that he thinks the count to be slow, Williams stomps the mat in angered frustration as Drake still continuously struggles to get to her feet. Halfway up, Drake is halted in her efforts as Williams sneaks up behind up her and locks his arms around her waist, going for a back suplex...but Drake is somehow able to strike back with a few back elbows that connect on Williams' jaw, loosening his grip enough for Drake to whip around in a standing switch and countering the hold! Stunned at this turn of events, Williams' jaw drops as Drake reaches down and lands one of her patented moves...a bridging German Suplex! Holding one of her shoulders above the mat, Drake holds her grip tight around Williams' waist as she makes the pin. Howard slides down and makes the count, 1...2...NO! Williams barely gets the shoulder up! Kipping to her feet, Drake whirls around and faces Williams with an angry look in her eyes...Williams returns the favor.)
Michaels: Unbelievable! In a very crafty move that seems to have fooled the young prodigy Blake Williams, the veteran Isabella was apparently playing possum and feigning that leg injury the whole time...and even more unbelievable, Blake bought into it!
Lang: And even more unbelievable than that, you bought into it...I saw through that horrid display of acting the moment she began it. Needless to say, Isabella Drake is hereby banned from auditioning to star in any of my upcoming feature films...
Michaels: I shudder to even think of what those sleaze-fests are called...rather than poison both my mind and the minds of everyone watching at home with any more mention of things as disturbing as Lang's next movies, let's just get back to the match.
(Williams charges at Drake, trying to catch her off-guard, but Drake is ready and counters with a drop toe-hold that sends Williams face-first into the middle turnbuckle! Writhing as a result of the unexpected and sudden pain, Williams' hands shoot up to shield his now tender face as Drake grins deviously at him. Using the ropes to pul himself to his feet, Williams staggers backwards as he turns around and is met by a huge piledriving DDT from Drake! Pressing her body across Williams', Drake folds his leg over and makes the cover as Howard has the count, 1...2...NO! Williams gets his foot on the bottom rope and barely stops the pin! Shaking her head from left to right in frustration, Drake picks Williams up by his hair and drives his spine into the nearest turnbuckle. Breaking into a run, Drake lines herself up and comes charging towards Williams with an attempt at a turnbuckle clothesline, but at the last instant, Williams hoists himself onto the top turnbuckle and, unable to stop, Drake runs straight into the turnbuckle! Signaling for a big move that may end the match, Williams reaches downward and hooks Drake's head up as he comes flying off the turnbuckle with a devastating and powerful Reverse Tornado DDT! The crowd begins to cheer immensely as Williams drapes his arm across the torso of Drake in a strained attempt at a pin. Howard drops to the mat and makes the count, 1...2....NO! DRAKE KICKS OUT AT THE LAST INSTANT! The crowd cheers as loud as it has cheered at any point within the last few months, perhaps even more so, as Williams tosses his hands up to his face, shaking his head from left to right as if saying "What more can I do?", to himself. Reaching down, he pulls Drake to her feet by her hair and positions himself alongside of her, picking her into a pumphandle position as he goes for the "Sudden Impact" (Pumphandle into Michinoku Driver)! But, as he sends Drake off of his back, she slides down his shoulders and hooks his arm between her legs in mid-air! The two battle-weary gladiators collapse to the canvas as Drake locks her fingers across Williams' face and applies her signature submission hold, the "Low Tolerance Level" (Crippler Cross face)! The crowd cheers as Williams' face becomes very strained while he somehow tries to feet his way out of the move. Using even more strength than he was aware he had, Williams slowly begins to inch and pull the weight of both himself and Isabella Drake towards the closest ring rope. Howard constantly remains perched over Williams, waiting for him to lose consciousness...but Williams won't give in, he can't give in. Outstretching his arm, perhaps ready to submit to the pain, Williams uses the last amount of strength that he has left to push off with his legs and launch himself towards the ropes as his hand comes down...WILLIAMS GETS TO THE ROPES! Crying out in pain, Williams' hangs on as Howard utters the five count and finally forces Drake to break the hold. Immediately sensing the win in her reach, Drake reaches down and swiftly rolls Williams over and pins him with a vertical press. Howard makes the count as the entire live audience leave their seats and began the celebration, 1...2...WILLIAMS GETS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE AND STOPS THE COUNT! A look of pure shock comes over Drake's face as her jaw gapes wide open, stunned at how Williams managed to escape the pin after she applied her signature move! Her look quickly becomes one of anger as she reaches down, grabbing Williams' legs in her hands, and pulling Williams away from the ropes and positioning his prone body in the center of the ring. Staring down at Williams, Drake gives him the "Thumbs Down", signaling that she plans to end it all with one fatal blow. Making her way to the corner, Drake points outward to her beloved fans as she ascends to the top turnbuckle with her back facing Williams. Closing her eyes and clearing her mind of any distraction, Drake flips backwards and comes flying towards Williams with a picture-perfect moonsault...but Williams bends his legs and blocks the blow as Drake's chest smacks directly into his knees! Clutching her mid-section, Drake writhes in pain as Williams kips to his feet to the tremendous cheers of the crowd! Looking upon the defenseless Drake, Williams steps towards the same turnbuckle which Drake just ascended and removes the protective covering, exposing the unforgiving metal underneath. A sadistic look comes over his face as Williams pulls Drake to her feet by her hair and sends her towards the exposed turnbuckle with an Irish Whip, but Drake reverses the move and instead sends Williams into the exposed metal! While Williams staggers backwards, Drake quickly grabs Williams and nails him with a neck breaker. Drake now springs to her feet and bounces off the ropes and nails a Lionsault into a pin! The crowd launches out of their seats and cheers as Drake holds the pin. Howard drops and immediately has the count, 1...2...3!)
Michaels: MY GOD, SHE'S DONE IT! ISABELLA DRAKE HAS JUST BEATEN BLAKE WILLIAMS AND RETAINED THE WFW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!
(Calling for the time-keeper to ring the bell, Howard reaches down and raises the right arm of a tired and weary Isabella Drake...designating her as the victor. Now, Drake rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope and makes her way over towards the time-keeper's table.)
O'Hara: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner via pinfall...
(Knocking the microphone out of Jack O'Hara's hand, Drake snatches the title belt from referee Brandon Howard and stares up at Williams...who also is extremely spent and barely able to stand. Limping her way back towards the ring, Drake gingerly slides in underneath the bottom rope and tenderly steps towards the un-expecting Williams. The crowd cheering as Drake enters the ring, Williams whips around and looks wide-eyed at her...raising his fists as a defense for the attack which he anticipates. Holding the title belt in her right hand, Drake stares at it and then at Williams...who is still poised and ready for another fight. A tear wells up in Drake's eye as she holds the title with one hand and extends her other towards Williams. Williams wearily reaches out and takes her hand.)
Michaels: Now, this is true class...each of these two warriors gave it their all this evening...wait, what the hell is this!?
("Fucking Hostile" by Pantera blares over the speakers as President Rickets emerges at the top of the ramp. The crowd immediately breaks out into an "asshole" chant at the appearance of their beloved President. The music continues to play as Rickets produces a microphone from his pocket. Fucking Hostile comes to an end. Rickets begin to clap with mic still in hand.)
President Rickets: Bravo, bravo Isabella. I never thought you could have done it. Actually, you cost me a couple grand tonight. I had bet against you, to be quite honest. What's more, you two finally managed to see through it and realize that neither of you were in my proverbial "bed" after all. That's a real shame, a real crying shame actually. You know why? Because that presents me with a problem. It means there is a big problem now, something that I can't allow to continue to exist without fixing it. So, Isabella....and BLAKE...I present to you the solution to this "problem".
("Hell's Bells" by AC/DC hits the speakers as Adam Masterson along with Pete Harris and The Wrecking Crew emerge and stand beside Rickets. Masterson has a bat in hand and a wicked grin on his face as he stares down at Izzy and Blake standing in the ring.)
President Rickets: I present to you the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER to the WFW World Title, ADAM MASTERSON!
(The crowd respond with a chorus of boos to this announcement.)
President Rickets: And you can can't on something "IZZY", Adam Masterson will definitely receive every possible advantage come next month in his match against you. Every single stop will be taken to assure that YOU no longer hold that title! You, a disgrace, A WOMAN!
(Rickets, Masterson, Bryan Deas, Mark Johnson, and Pete Harris all begin to laugh in unison.)
President Rickets: Oh, one more thing. Adam Masterson has something he wants to share with you I think.
(With those words, Masterson and the Wrecking Crew rush the ring. The three men slide in under the ropes as Izzy and Blake try to prevent them from coming in. However, the numbers advantage ends up being the bane of Izzy and Blake as Masterson slides in untouched. He firstly nails Isabella in the back, knocking her down to the mat. Next, he turns on a helpless Blake Williams who is being overpowered by Deas and Mark Johnson. As the two men hold Blake in place, Masterson stares grimly into his eyes. Masterson now prepares to swing when Blake manages to kick Masterson in the stomach and briefly fight off the other two men. After a brief scuffle, Blake is overpowered once more and the fans momentary cheers turn to boos again. Masterson, regaining his breath, stares at Blake with rage before nailing him right in the skull with the bat at full force. As Williams sags to the mat, Masterson nails him in the back multiple times with the bat; however, the unconscious Williams doesn't even flinch. Masterson begins to laugh aloud. The Wrecking Crew stand beside him and follow suit as they begin to laugh as well. However, going unnoticed behind them is Isabella Drake as she slowly gets to her feet. The crowd begins to cheer wildly for her as she drop kicks Masterson in the back and over the top rope. Next, she clotheslines the Wrecking Crew over the top rope as well in one shot. She then paces around the ring soaking in the cheers as the three men, still surprised, get back to their feet on the outside of the ring. As Isabella continues to raise the roof in the center of the ring, Hades "The Master" of Pain suddenly emerges from amidst the crowd. He slide in under the ropes and waits for the unsuspecting Isabella to turn around and face him. Finally, she does and Hades does the Purple Haze (Spits Purple mist into eyes of opponent ) to her before nailing Dark Miracles(Evenflow DDT). The crowd begins to boo wildly once more as Hades picks up the World title belt from the KOed Isabella Drake along with a microphone from Jack O'Hara.)
Hades: Hey Rickets! I have put up with enough from you over the past two weeks. In fact, I am out here to give you an ultimatum. You either include me in that nice little title picture you have drawn up with yourself, or you pay the mother fucking consequences, child!
(As Hades says this, Chris Neptune appears directly behind the President. President Rickets, however, remains un-phased by the threat. Instead, he raises the microphone and responds.)
President Rickets: You know Hades, that's rather funny that you should appear out here right now. I mean...not only is it funny because you are outnumbered severely right now, for I could get Masterson to beat the living shit out of you if I wanted. But instead, it's funny because I know something else that you are just dying to know. I ran into someone earlier tonight. An old friend who you, how do you say, might...REMEMBER!
(Hades' face turns from one of confidence to shock.)
President Rickets: And well, he said he was looking for you and wanted to...
(Before Rickets can continue, the lights in the arena suddenly fade to black as the WFW-Tron comes to life. Fire dances along the screen's surface as screams of agony and pain are heard throughout the arena over the loudspeakers. Amongst the flames on the WFW-Tron appears the silhouette of a man in a long black robe. He is looking down at the ground, keeping his face hidden. But then, the hood of the robe is pulled back and a brilliant flash of light ensues. The four corner posts of the ring emit huge towers of fire, lighting up the ring. Standing behind a shocked Hades is the man from the WFW-Tron. His hood is down revealing himself finally.)
Michaels: My God! Is that...is that BLAZE!!!???
(Blaze stares at the back of Hades waiting for him to turn around. Finally, Hades slowly turns to face Blaze, but as he does, Blaze nails him with a Total Eclipse(Edge's Spear). The crowd erupts into a chorus of cheers at this. Meanwhile, at the top of the ramp, Scott Phillips appears and he attacks Neptune and tosses him off the top of the ramp down into a table way below. Back in the ring, Blaze fight off the Wrecking Crew as they try to attack him. He nails them each with a Total Eclipse as well. Phillips now moves on to Pete Harris who simply DDTs. Finally, he focuses on Rickets who slowly backs away pleading with Phillips. Phillips shakes a finger at Rickets before grabbing him by the throat and tossing him off the top of the ramp on the opposite side. Rickets falls, just like Neptune, fifteen feet down into a table. The arena is nearly shaking as the screaming fans continue to cheer for Blaze and Phillips as the two men have cleared house. All that is left is Adam Masterson who looks back and forth between the approaching Hades and Phillips before finally rushing into the midst of the crowd to make his escape. The show's credits now begin to roll.)