AT THE SOUNDLESS DAWN

[Ultimo Chocula]

Back in the familiar confines of EWT Arena the capacity crowd is revved up for the big event as Red Sparowes perform at the top of the ramp.

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* "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns 'N Roses begins to play *

Lillian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a handicap tag team match! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 760 pounds, Domination Creation Station Nation!

JR: Here comes that team, lead by that bastard, Danny Ashley!
Styles: He may be a bastard, but atleast he has talent, and natural leadership skills.
JR: Oh please....

DCSN, being lead by Danny Ashley, head towards the ring, the crowd smothers them in heel heat all along the way.

* "White & Nerdy" by Weird Al begins to play *

Lillian: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 380 pounds, the Fanboy Otaku Gamers!

JR: And here comes the fan favorites!
Styles: These guys have great team chemistry, and can obviously hold their own in singles matches.

Koda and Job make their way out onto the stage to a thunderous reaction from the crowd. The team quickly rush their way down to the ring. Koda asks Lillian if he could borrow her mic.

Koda: So......Job, what do you think will happen here tonight?

Job: I 7hink 7h3y wi11 g37 7h3ir 45535 kick3d, 7h47'5 wh47 I 7hink.

Koda: Oh, I'm sorry, if you couldn't understand him, he said that he thinks you'll get your asses kicked.

Danny: Oh yeah?!

Koda: Yeah!

Koda beans Danny in the head with the mic before droping it, and the ref calls for the match to start. Job, Titan, and Houston all go to the outside of the ring. Koda brings Danny up to one knee before he gives him a European uppercut. Koda then measures Danny's chin up, and gives him a stiff left jab. Danny begins to reel backwards. Koda charges at Danny, when Danny catches him, and gives him a huge sidewalk slam. Danny whips Koda into his corner, and tags Titan in.

Titan whips Koda into his own corner. Titan goes to charge at Koda, when Job blind tags Koda, and Koda moves out of the way. Titan bounces out of the corner, when Koda side kicks him back into the corner. Job goes to the top rope, and grabs onto Titan's head. Job jumps off the top rope, and hits Titan with a reverse tornado ddt.

JR: Look at the quickness and teamwork from F.O.G.!
Styles: Well, these guys were made for one another, baby.

Job gives Titan a few stomps, before he lifts him up and begins to irish whip him into the ropes. However, Titan counters with an irish whip of his own. On the rebound, Titan gives Job a huge shoulder block. Titan then bounces off the ropes, and stalls a bit, before hitting Job with a stalling leg drop and elbow drop at the same time. Titan goes for a pin.

One!

Koda goes up to the top rope.

Two!

Koda jumps off the top rope, and hits Titan with a flying elbow drop to the back, breaking the pin.

Danny Ashley and Houston get into the ring now, and Danny Ashley throws Koda out of the ring over the second rope. The ref tries to get Danny out of the ring, while Houston and Titan whip Job into the ropes, and give him a double team spine buster on the return. After the ref sends Danny out of the ring, he tries to send Houston out of the ring, but Houston tries to explain to him that Titan tagged out, and the ref sends Titan out of the ring, instead.

Koda finally makes it back onto his corner. Job slowly gets up, when Houston gives him a knee to the gut and then a big stalling suplex. Koda leans over the top rope, trying to encourage Job to make the tag. Houston lifts Job up, but Job kicks him in the gut. Job makes a run for his corner, but Houston trips Job, and holds onto his foot. Job hops up onto one foot, and gives Houton a feint kick to the back of the head. Going with the motion, Job dives backwards to make a tag with Koda. Job barely makes it, and Koda rushes into the ring. Koda takes Houston down with a clothesline, when Danny and Titan get into the ring again. Koda ducks Titan's clothesline, and gives him an enzugiri when he turns around. Koda kips up , and whips Danny into the ropes, and hits him with a headscissors takedown.

Order is restored in the ring as the crowd cheers loudly. Koda tones down the pace a bit, and lifts Houston up. Koda gives Houston a snap suplex and then rolls through, and still holds on. Koda lifts Houston up again, and gives him another snap suplex. Koda lets go of Houston and whips him into a corner. Koda runs up Houston with a moonsault kick, then he hits him with a dropsault, but lands on his feet, and finally, as Houston staggers out of the corner, Koda hits him with a pele kick. Koda goes for a pin.

One!

Two!

Danny and Titan break up the pin by stomping on Koda. They continue to stomp on Koda, and then Danny throws Koda shoulder first into the corner. Danny then pulls Koda out of the corner, and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Danny hits Koda with the Arrowhead! Danny and Titan get out of the ring as Houston goes for a pin.

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Houston is a little displeased, but he doesn't let it get to him. Houston brings Koda up to his feet, before he whips towards his corner, but Koda reverses the whipe. Koda tags Job, and then does a frankensteiner to Houston. Job then hits Houston with a springboard guillotine leg drop. Job goes for the pin.

JR: This may do it....

One!

Two!

Thr...

Kickout!

Job then whips Houston into a corner. Job hits Houston with a stinger splash, and backs off Job charges in again, but Houston rolls out of the way. Job goes flying knee first into the second turnbuckle. Job bounces off the turnbuckle, and holds his knee. Houston makes it to his feet, and instead of tagging out, grabs Job and gives him a stretch muffler. Job begins crying in pain. He tries to turnover in an attempt to escape, but it only puts more pressure on his knee. Houston rolls him back onto his belly, and then sits on Job's back, giving him nowhere to go. While the ref was focusing on Job's face, and seeing if he'd tap out, Koda grabs the bottom rope, and rushes it towards Job, who grabs it. The ref calls for a rope break. Houston goes over to his corner and tags Danny in. Job crawls over to Koda and tags him in.

Koda quickly whips Danny back into his corner, where his back accidently hits Houston's hand. The ref sees this, and signals that a tag has been made. Koda goes to splash Danny, but Titan shoves his boot in the way. Koda goes stumbling around the ring, when Houston gets into the ring. Houston and Danny begin pounding on Koda, when Job limps back into the ring. Job hits Houston with a Cheat Codes! from behind. As Houston stands still in awe, Job hits him with a Tornado Lariatooo!!!! Danny tries to give Koda a suplex, but Koda floats over and turns Danny around. Koda kicks Danny in the gut and lifts him up for a Triple Kill!

Danny rolls out of the ring and Houston is flat on the mat. The crowd erupts into cheers, as Koda gets out of the ring. He begins to head up top, while in the ring, Titan sneaks into the ring and attacks Job. Titan sets Job up for a fallaway slam just as Koda makes it to the top rope. Titan turns to the corner Koda is at just as Koda leaps off the top rope. Koda hits the Missile Dropsault on Titan and Houston, giving the dropkick to Titan, and hitting Houston with the moonsault. Koda goes for a pin.

One!

Two!

Three!

Lillian: Here is your winners, the Fanboy Otaku Gamers!

JR: They pulled it through in the end.
Styles: The end of the match was very chaotic. I don't think anyone in Domination Creation Station Nation knew who the legal man on either team was!

Koda and Job stand in the ring celebrating, as the collective members of DCSN limp and stagger to the back, with their tails between their legs.

[Ultimo Chocula]

A video package comes on now.

We are in a urban area, in the back alley. In the background, we hear sounds of cars, and the normal yelling of people. A masked man comes on screen. His mask is yellow, and he wears a brown trench coat, brown slacks, and a brown fedora. He begins to walk down the alley, pausing only to stop and look at a silhouette of an embracing couple spray-painted onto a brick wall. A voice-over comes on.

Voice: Exner’s Journal. July 9th, 2007. New York. Evening. Animal carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city fears me. I have seen its true face.
The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. Soon, I will make my mark on EWT. Soon, they will know my name, my face, and they will come to fear me just like this city has. And when that happens, all the filth of all their sex and debauchery will foam up about their waists and all the whores and garbage wrestlers will look up and shout "Save Us!"...:
...and I'll look down, and whisper, "No".:

As the masked man says “No”, the screen fades to the following graphic.




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And she's a killer
She's a keeper

Am I blurry
In your vision?
Was I just
A poor decision?
Cut me open
With precision
And we'll finger
The incision
Tell me, what have I done?
Quid pro quo

To watch you lose
Control!

*The lights dim down, and the audience yelps. It’s been a bit since they last heard this angry, violent music, and yet, they cheer when her figure steps out. The fuchsia hair as brilliantly spiked as ever, but her outfit seems a little different. Plain black jeans, a single chain looping across her waist, and her vest has been replaced by a white leather sports bra, with a black fishnet shirt draped over it.

Announcer : “From Indianapolis, Indiana…weighing in at 142 pounds…SYNTHY …ERIS!

She still seems a bit pale from her sickness, and her eyes have an ill-shine to them, however, she stretches as she walks to the ring, smirk in place on her face. She gives a slight wave to the crowd and does a one-handed flip over the ropes. She audibly pops her neck, and leans against the ropes, completely focused. She takes a second before throwing her sunglasses to the announcer's table.




It's bugging me
Calling me
And twisting me around
Yeah I'm endlessly
Caving in
And turning inside out
Because I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and your soul
And I'm breaking out
I'm breaking out
That's when she'll lose control

*"Sexually Suggestive" Ivy Rospine appears at the end of the ramp, accompanied by Mysth. Despite the important distance between her and her opponent, she looks right in Synthy' s eyes, looking very concentrated and determinate. She knows there' s something very big on the line and doesn’t' t want to let her opportunity get away.*

Announcer : And her opponent... from Lille, France, being accompanied by Mysth, she is... 'Sexually Suggestive' IVYYY ROSPIIIIIINE !!

*Ivy Climbs to the ropes, still looking straight into Synthy Eris' eyes. She enters the ring while Mysth wishes her good luck, but she barely seems to notice. Both women are now staring at each other, waiting for the bell to ring to give their best performance for their most important match since joining the EWT. The tension can be felt, almost seen. They both know their opponent isn' t going to let herself being defeated easily. The fans are cheering for whoever is their favorite and can't wait to hear the sound that will start the match.*

DING DING !

*Ivy rushes toward Synthy, who turns and shoves Ivy into the ropes, ducks her clothesline, and gets up in time to get kicked in the head. She spins, buckles, but manages to spear Ivy. Within seconds, the two go back in forth with punches, and the ref pulls Synthy away from Ivy. He warns the two women to stop literally punching each other!

Synthy steps away, cracks her neck, circles around the predaceous Ivy. Ivy goes for another clothesline, but gets countered by Syn’s hooking her arm and slamming her into a half-nelson slam. Synthy bears her teeth, and heads to the top rope. However, Ivy saw the move coming and scrambled up in time to shove Syn down to the mat. Ivy rolls her shoulders, and casts a sexy glance toward her man Mysth outside of the ring. Seeing the downed Eris, Ivy climbs to the top.. and lands the Shooting Star Stomp. And she covers !*
1


2!

Th- *Synthy sits out of the three count! Ivy’s lamentation over not getting the pinfall is obvious, and Syn takes the opportunity to take a hold of Ivy’s legs and trips her up. Rolling out of the ring, Synthy tries to regain her breath. She has been ill these last two weeks, and isn’t quite in the shape she normally would be. Mysth glares at her from the opposite side, and she glares right back. Glancing back in the ring, Ivy has gotten up, and attempts a baseball slide. Synthy manages to grab Ivy’s legs and swings her out into the barricade. Ivy curse audibly in French, and bends over, having had the wind knocked out of her. Synthy climbs back into the ring, and shakes her head. She raises her middle finger to Mysth, and runs to the ropes, and hits a beautiful springboard plancha to Ivy. The referee counts.*
1


2


3


4- *Mysth has walked over and is shaking Ivy. She grumbles, but manages to get up and back into the ring. Synthy oozes her way into the ring close behind. She stands up, and the two women look at each other for a passing second before locking up. Synthy smiles at the smaller woman, and shoves her into the ropes. Ivy grabs the other woman’s arm and throws her into the ropes instead, Synthy ducks down and Ivy leapfrogs over her- only for Synthy to retaliate with a dropkick. Synthy grabs Ivy’s legs and flips over into a sunset bridge pin.*
1

2

*Ivy kicks out. Synthy stomps on the Frenchwoman's stomach, and pulls her up. While grabbing Ivy' s hair, Synthy punches her in the stomach. She goes for another punch, but Ivy grabs Synthy' s wrist and elbows her in the belly, forcing her to let the hair go. The two women lock up now, and Synthy Irish whips Ivy, who counters and sends her in the ropes. When she bounces, Ivy attacks with an Enzuigiri right in the side of Synthy' s head. Synthy doesn' t fall down, but she puts a knee down, which allows Ivy to go behind her and to hit a Dragon Sleeper. Synthy starts groaning in pain, while Mysth cheers and encourage his girlfriend to keep the hold locked tight. Synthy tries to get out of the hold but Ivy isn' t even close to letting go. But suddenly, Synthy manages to push on her legs and to get her right foot high enough to kick Ivy in the face, forcing her to let go. Ivy is shocked that Synthy can be that flexible, knowing that she' s ill !
Synthy gives Ivy Rosepine a defying smile and invites her to attack. Ivy runs at Synthy and fakes a clothesline, but stops suddenly and goes for a straight punch, only to get her arm grabbed by Synthy who sends her in a corner. She runs at Ivy and hits her with an impressive clothesline ! After that, Synthy grabs Ivy' s head and smashes it against the turnbuckle ! Mysth starts yelling at Synthy, who replies and they start to argue, which gives Ivy enough tile to go behind Synthy and perform a German Suplex ! Ivy approaches the downed Synthy and tries and pick her up, but Synthy grabs her arms, makes her fall down and goes for a Juji-gatame ! Mysth sees that Ivy is obviously in strong pain, so he gets to the closest place to encourage her and tell her not to give up. But Ivy seems to have troubles breathing, and that' s when Mysth notices that Synthy is using her left leg to choke Ivy ! Mysth tells it to the ref, who forces Synthy to break the hold immediately and makes her take a few steps back. Ivy slowly gets up, leaning on the ropes, then against the turnbuckle. She is now trying to catch her breath after nearly passing out due to the choke, but Synthy rushes at her and smashes her zagainst the turnbuckle with an incredible shoulder strike !! Ivy falls down and Synthy covers !*

ONE !



TWO !



TH-KICKOUT !!

*Mysth is beaming to see his girlfriend managed to kick out of that pin, but at the same time worried as she looks exhausted. Synthy grabs Ivy by the collar and gets her to her feet so that Ivy show her back to her, but Ivy manages to strike her with an elbow ! And now Ivy slaps Synthy ! Synthy seems shocked that Ivy still has such strength, even though she' s breathing loudly, obviously lacking fresh air. Synthy tries for a running move but gets hit with a sick high kick right in the head by Ivy. Ivy restarts leaning against the ropes to fully catch her breath...
... and that' s when we see a familiar colorful figure making her way to the ring, with a box in her hands.*

Madison : Helloooooo, Miss and Mister Cheese !

*Mysth and Ivy both look at the clown girl, obviously confused.*

Madison : Guess what, Miss ? A striped fish with a bowler hat asked my to give you THIS ! He said it would bring you luck ! *Puts the box in Ivy' s hands*

Ivy : Guh... what the...

*The referee approaches and tells Madison to leave the arena. Madison' s only reaction is to start running around the ring and giggling, sometimes doing cartwheels. The ref follows her and tries as hard as he can to force her to leave the arena. Meanwhile, Ivy and Mysth still look at the box, wondering what might be in it.*

Mysth : You shouldn' t open it, honey.

Ivy : *shaking the box and listening to the noise what is inside does* I know, dear, you never know what to expect from that crazy clo...

*Ivy can' t finish her sentence, as the shaking activated the mechanism of... a boxing glove on a spring ! Ivy gets hit right in the face and is sent flying across the ring, knocked out. Mysth whatches this without being able to believe what just happened, his jaw dropping. Madison laughs and escapes by the ramp. Mysth tries to stop her, but she presses on a plastic flower that was on her T-shirt, which sends a Poison Mist in Mysth' s eyes, who starts moving in all directions, blinded. Meanwhile, Synthy, who got up for a certain time and was just looking at all this with a smirk, notes that the way is free and the ref focused on the match again. With an eyebrow raised, she just puts a foot on Ivy Rosepine' s belly and the referee counts.*

ONE !


TWO !


THREE !

*"Ghostflowers" hits and Synthy leaves the ring with a slightly disgruntled-looking smile on her face as the crowd boos ((with slight cheering)) this disgusting, oddball victory. Snapping up her sunglasses and placing them back on her face, she looks at Mysth who is still blinded by the mist and lets out a little laugh. Then she walks down the ramp and just before she exists, Madison re-appears and she jumps around the somewhat-confused looking Synthy happily. Thusly, we cut to the next segment.*

[Ultimo Chocula]

Announcer Type Person: Theeeeeeee following match up is a first Round Girls Next Door match! INTRODUCING first.........

~"Tablescraps* by Stolen Babies starts to play and the arena is soon flooded with multi-colored balloons each with evil little smiley faces drawn on them. Madison slides out from behind the curtain with a big grin on her clown painted face. Mr.Bunny lumbers out behind her while he pounds a fist into his palm. The Clown Girl cheerfully heads for the ring, vault over the ropes and to the center where she strikes a pose. She crawls to a corner like some kind of psycho, rainbow haired cat and awaits the arrival of her rock star opponent.~

Announcer Type Person: ....Hailing from The Dead Moon Circus and accompanied to the ring by Mr.Bunny....this is Madison The Clown Giiiiiiiiiiiiiirl!

~Madison springs to her feet and hops up in down with excitement to something of a mixed reaction~

Announcer Type Person: Aaaaaaaaand her opponent.......

~"I'm So Sick" performed by....well....herself.....begins to play and Lily Rose makes her entrance while carrying an electric guitar to quiet a favorable reaction. She places it across the steel steps and slides into the ring, starting to warm up~

Announcer Type Person: Her opponent....rock sensation Lilyyyyyyyyy Rooooooooose!

~Lily soaks up the crowd's reaction as Madison pulls down on one of Mr.Bunny's ears and whispers into it. The two are plotting and scheming. Lily quirks a brow at the pair. Madi swipes the mic from the announcer type person and begins to speak~

Madison: Oooo! Lookie who we have here! Little Miss Rockstar! Wooooo! Metal dood! .....So you can rock, huh? HUH? Welllll...ya might be able to sing...but...can ya DANCE?

~Flashing lights like those at a rave began to franticly flash as "Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See" begins to play. Madison breaks out an odd little dance as Mr.Bunny nods in approval with his arms folded. This garners another mixed reaction. As the lights come back on Madison tosses the microphone to Lily~

Madison: HA! Let's see you top THAT!

~Not to be outdone Lily signals for her entrance theme to come back on. She raises the mic to her mouth to sing but suddenly Madison strikes her from behind, knocking her over onto her stomach. With a darker expression she stomps away as the crowd voices their displeasure at her underhanded tactic. Madi stands on Lily's back and takes a few bows to further annoy the crowd before simply jumping up and down on it a few times. Crude but effective! Madison allows an annoyed Lily to get back to her feet while resting her arms behind her head, grinning like a cheshire cat~

~The two athletes circle around the ring and then lock up. Madison gets the upper hand and applies a headlock, Lily shoves her away to the ropes, Madison rebounds and floors her opponent with a shoulder block. Then Madison hits the ropes to her left, Lily stays down, Madi hops over her to the opposing side, as she returns Lily kips up and catches her with a hiptoss. Lily sets off toward the ropes but the girly jester trips her with a toe hold. Madi quickly rolls up to her head and traps the rock star in a front face lock, lifting her to her feet. She scoops Lily up for a slam but as she throws her to the mat Lily counters with a wrist clutch arm drag. Madison kneels in the corner, glaring at her foe. Lily takes a bow just as Madi had earlier…~

~The Harlequin growls and races across the ring, Lily sweeps her legs away and dives on her for the cover: ONE…KICKOUT! As they stand Madi boots Lily in the belly and then takes her over with a snap suplex, floating into the cover: ONE…TWO…KICKOUT! As she lifts Lily up the rocker-babe catches her with a small package: ONE…TWO… Madison shifts her weight, reversing the hold: ONE…TWO…KICKOUT! They stand, Lily pulls Clown Girl's legs from under her and bridges over into another pinning hold: ONE…TWO… Madison grabs her around the waist and powers up, turning over she lifts Lily for a powerbomb but she rolls through into a sunset flip: ONE…TWO… Madison back-rolls out of the pin to her feet, Lily kips up and Madison takes her over with a Japanese arm drag, holding with an arm bar. The crowd applauds the sequence of moves! YAY!~

~Lily back-rolls to her knees and then handsprings to her feet, using the momentum to flip Madison over and break the arm bar. She stays on the attack with a flurry of boots to the tummy, backing Madison into the corner. Lily whips her across the ring to the opposing corner, she hits the turnbuckles back first. Lily runs in after her, Madi quickly pushes up to the middle rope and as Lily nears her, Madison jumps over her head, hitting a Fameasser, driving her face first into the mat. Madison lets out a gloating "HAH!" before grabbing Miss Rose with a headlock from behind. Madi runs up the corner to attempt a tornado DDT, as he spins around Lily grabs the ropes causing Madison to lose her grip and land squarely on her behind. As Madison rubs her stinging bottom, Lily sprints past her to the ropes and comes back with a low round house kick to the face and then covers: ONE…TWO…KICKOUT!~

~Lily Rose pulls her up and sends Madison to the ropes, as she returns Lily ducks a head underneath Madi's arm to get her into a I Wanna Rock Bottom position which makes the crowd roar. Madison elbows her way free, and they both simultaneously attempt dropkicks. The soles of their feet collide mid-air and they both land on their knees, face to face. Madison looks to connect with a cheap shot, Lily blocks and locks fingers with her, she does the same with her right and stands, pulling the clown up into a knuckle lock. Holding her hands Lily plants her feet on Madi's hips and goes for a monkey flip but Madi drops to her knees and holds Lily down, keeping their fingers inter-locked: ONE…TWO…RIGHT SHOULDER UP! Madison forces it back down:ONE…TWO…LEFT SHOULDER UP! Again Madison pushes the arm and shoulder back to the mat: ONE…TWO… Lily bridges both shoulders up, Madison jumps up and drops both knees into Lily's ab’s, driving her back down.:ONE…TWO…TH…SHOULDER UP!*

~Lily gasps for air after having the wind knocked straight out of her. Clowny scoops Lily up and slams her parallel to the ropes, she then steps out onto the apron and vaults onto the top into a neat-o springboard leg drop right across the throat. After dragging Lily away from the ropes, Madison covers: ONE…TWO…THR…SHOULDER UP! She follows up with a dropsault once Lily gets to her feet: ONE…TWO…THR…SHOULDER UP! Taking a handful of hair, Madison drags Lily to her feet. She positions herself behind Lily and lifts her as if setting her up for an atomic drop. From there Madi runs to the nearest corner and throws Lily chest first into the top turnbuckle. Lily is now in a tree of woe position and Madison climbs over her while facing the crowd. Madison does a little hop so she's now facing Lily while upon the top rope. She leaps downwards in hopes to hit the "Bwomp" aiming both feet towards Lily's chest. Lily very narrowly pulls herself upwards while Madison grazes her head. Madison spins around and charges forward while Lily grabs the ropes and flips herself over the incoming clown. Lily behind Madison, wraps her arms around her waist and takes her over with a german suplex with a bridge. ONE...TWO...KICK OUT!~

~Lily starts to recover from the earlier attacks as is Madison who gets to her feet first. Madison snags her up and positions Lily for a ddt. As she prepares to sweep her legs out Lily catches her off guard, spinning around Madison and taking her down with a belly to back suplex followed by a pin : ONE…TWO…KICKOUT! Mr.Bunny climbs onto the apron but Lily ends his inference by running forward and drop kicking him in the knee's which causes him to fall and land face first on the edge. Madison gets back to her feet and takes a wild swing but Lily ducks and slaps on a Tazzmission. Madi struggles about before Lily turns it into a back bridging suplex, also known as the Tazzplex. Lily suddenly lands flat on her face as Mr.Bunny grabs one of her feet and gives a strong pull. He tries to pull her out of the ring and two kicks to the chest have little effect but a third to his concealed face sends him reeling. She crawls forward and pins Madi.

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE…..

SHOULDER UP!!~

~Madi uses the ropes to pull herself up and Lily crouches low just waiting for Madison to turn around so she can apply the I Want To Rock Bottom.. Madison staggers towards Lily and suddenly rakes her eyes. Madi boots Lily in the gut and attempts to get her into the Rubber Mallet Snapmare Driver but Lily escapes. Lily is behind Madison and rolls her up and Madi rolls through. Madison grabs a handful of her skirt and also reaches through the middle rope to hold Mr.Bunny's hand for extra leverage~

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~After securing the pin Madison quickly rolls to the outside and to the waiting arms of Mr.Bunny who lifts her upwards in celebration~

Announcer Type Person: Heeeeeeeere is your winner.....Madison The Clown Girl!

~Lily rises to her feet and adjusts her skirt while Mr.Bunny carries Madison back up the ramp. Madison makes goofy faces and sticks out her tongue while the rockstar seethes~

[Ultimo Chocula]

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Toolshed Division Championship!

Broken Wings slowly starts up as the crowd gives a very positive reaction, though still a bit negative as well, some people still not warmed up to the gryphon as he steps out onto the ramp way, waving to the crowd, before quickly heading down toward the ring, looking very calm for once.

Announcer: Introducing the challenger, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 272 pounds... Crauswell!

Crauswell quickly rolls into the ring, walking over to the center and looking back and forth to the crowd, dropping on both knees and spreadings his wings majestically in his signature taunt, as he slowly rises back up, nodding to the crowd before walking over to a turnbuckle and leaning against it, waiting patiently for the champion. He doesn't have to wait long as Shostakovich's "Symphony #5: Finale" starts up from the Toomitron, another cheer emitting from the crowd as the challenger walks down to the ring, his trademark silver shield in one hand, the Toolshed title around his waist as he also heads toward the ring, though a bit reluctant to do so.

Announcer: And the opponent, from Rotterdam of the Netherlands, weighing in at 303 pounds, he is the current EWT Toolshed Champion... Voltigeur!

Voltigeur walks up the steps, quickly stepping into the ring and nodding at his opponent, who nods back, the two walking over to the center of the ring and exchanging a handshake, getting another nice cheer, as Volt sets side his shield for now, the furry watching this closely, before stepping back a bit, Voltigeur doing the same, as the bell sounds. The two charging at each other, Voltigeur catching the furry with a beautiful European Uppercut sending him staggering back a bit, following up with a few more, backing him into the ropes. He quickly whips him off, Crauswell coming back, Volt looking for a Hip Toss, only for Crauswell to quickly block it, turning it into one of his own, not having much trouble tossing the larger man. Volt quickly gets back up as Craus unleashes some European uppercuts of his own, backing Volt back into the turnbuckle. He quickly backs up, charging for a Yakuza kick, only for Volt to move out of the way, then grabbing and rolling Crauswell up with a School boy! 1...2 Crauswell quickly escapes. He jumps back to his feet nodding charging Volt from behind, following with a School boy of his own! 1...2 Volt also quicks escapes quite easily as he moves away from his opponent, the furry nodding and starting to circle to the other side, as Volt follows. They meet back in the center, locking up, Craus hitting a quick knee to the gut, grabbing Volt for a Vertical Suplex, only for him to block it, countering with a Snap Suplex! Crauswell rises back up as Volt grabs him for a second one, the furry however blocking this time, hoisting Volt up and hitting a Snap of his own, Volt quickly rising back up as well, as Crauswell charges, hitting a running knee lift, hunching Volt over. He then grabs and plants him with a quick Russian Leg Sweep, then sitting him up, delivering some quick kicks to the chest area, waiting for him to rise up, then running off the ropes, grabbing and going for a Bulldog, only for Volt to counter and turn it into a Sit Out Side Slam! Crauswell grasps at his back slightly as Volt hooks a leg for the cover. 1...2

Crauswell kicks out. Volt rises back up, reaching down and clinching on a full nelson on his opponent, hoisting him to his feet, then slamming him down into the mat! Crauswell groans, rising back up, as Volt follows up, hitting some lefts and rights, then going for a backfist punch, Craus ducking this though and grabbing Volt from behind, launching him with a Release German! He rises back to his feet, running over to the ropes, bouncing off the bottom, then coming down with both knees across Volt's back, as he groans a bit. The furry nods, walking over to the ring and borrowing Volt's shield, as he quickly climbs atop the turnbuckle, shield grasped in both hands, as Voltigeur rises up, the furry leaping off with a Modified Double Axe Handle, bashing the shield right into his face! He looks down and his opponent, as if to say... "sorry... but I'm not going easy on ya" He quickly goes for a cover. 1...2... Voltigeur kicks out, proving quite resilient. Crauswell pulls him back to his feet, hitting a few quick throat thrusts, staggering his opponent further against the ropes, then running back, charging and hitting a jumping knee, sending Volt toppling over the top rope, landing on his feet quite dazed. The furry quickly takes advantage, vaulting over the top rope with some impressive agility, only for Volt to catch him, powering him down into the mat with a Powerslam! He nods, then pulling the furry up, hitting him with a gut buster, Craus clutching his chest slightly as he starts to rise back up, Volt walking over and reaching under the ring, pulling out the classic Singapore Cane. He swings it around a bit, then cracks it into Craus' chest, hunching him over further, then following up with a shot to the back, putting him back down. He nods, quickly entering the ring once again, grabbing his shield, grasping it in one hand, the Cane in the other, once again climbing out of the ring. Crauswell is back up again, but feeling the effects of these shots, Volt aiming and swinging right at the gryphon's head, only for him to jump out of the way, Volt instead cracking the steel post. Craus quickly takes advantage, reaching under the ring and grabbing a cane of his own, looking back at Volt and charging, swinging hard, Voltigeur quickly blocking with his shield, as the furry nods, swinging hard again, again the man defending, as Craus tries once again, only faking a swing, as Volt instinctively blocks, the furry then swinging at his leg, Volt gasping in pain, as Craus aims another shot at the area, Voltigeur still enduring this, swinging his own Cane, with Craus blocks, as he backs up again, the furry advancing again, swinging again, volt managing to sidestep this one, as the two continue this impromptu duel. Craus swings again, Volt however dodging, then swinging hard, knocking the cane out of the furry's grip and sending it sailing into the audience! He nods, simply charging forward and hitting Voltigeur with an STO, taking him down to the ground again, then following with a quick leg drop across the face, going for another cover. 1...2…Voltigeur kicks out.

The furry pulls the champion back to his feet, hoisting him up high over his head, then walking over, dropping him across the announce table, Volt gasping in pain, clutching at his neck, as the furry grabs him by it, driving his face a few times into it for good measure, as Volt instinctively shields it as best as he can. Crauswell then hoists the man into his grip for a powerbomb, looking to send him through the thing. Volt however starts punching desperately at the furry's masked face, eventually getting him to loosen up, Volt then hoisting him up himself, looking for the Amsterdam Slam! Crauswell however quickly maneuvers of it it with a knee to the face, before dropping down, hitting some quick body blows, before tossing Volt back into the ring. He walks over, reaching under the apron and grabbing a classic steel chair, nodding and sliding it into the ring, as he then grabs another one, returning as well. Volt rises back up, turning around right into a chair shot from the gryphon! He stumbles back, as Volt nods, hitting him with another one, followed by another, Volt still standing... a very durable man. Crauswell charges and drives the chair into his opponent chest first, hunching him over again, as Craus runs off the ropes, leaping for a Scissors Kick, only for Volt to in instinct step out of the way, then grab and launch him with an Exploder Suplex, sending the furry sailing! He groans, miraculously not busted open yet, as he walks over slowly, grabbing a chair and nodding. Crauswell starts to rise back up, as Volt quickly throws it right into his opponent's face as he turns around, taking him back down! He waits for him to rise up, meanwhile sitting the other chair up right in the ring, as the furry gets to his feet again, Voltigeur charging and hitting him with a forearm smash to the back of the head, dazing him further, then spinning him around and hoisting him high in his grip, walking over and driving Crauswell with an Amsterdam Slam, only to hoist him up and hit a second one, then pulling him once more, but instead dropping him with an Inverted Atomic Drop, Crauswell groaning as the man pushes him back, sending him seating into the chair. He then charges off the ropes, coming back and hitting a jumping knee right to the furry's face, sending him tumbling out of his seat... as the champion nods, going for a cover. 1...2...

Crauswell manages to kick out, Voltigeur looking quite surprised at this. The furry groans, slowly staggering to his feet, clutching at the back as Voltigeur grabs him and pulls him forward, hitting a short arm clothesline, before yanking him back up, then pulling him into a second one in succession! Crauswell groans, clutching a bit at the neck as Volt rolls back out of the ring, fetching his shield again, then returning, grasping it tight, then dropping and driving it down into his opponent's face, Craus grasping it it pain, rolling along the mat. Volt rises back up, running off the ropes this time, then coming back to drop it again, Craus quickly rolling out of the way this time, Voltigeur dropping the shield and grimacing a bit, rising again as the furry staggers to his feet. Volt pulls him forward, driving a series of knees into his opponent's chest, then sending him off the ropes, looking for a big boot. Craus grabs it in mid run though, pulling Voltigeur into a Spinebuster! He groans, dropping from the move as well, as he clutches at the back, slowly rising to both feet now. Volt follows soon after, as Craus rocks him with a throat thrust, sending him staggering back, following with another, then a third one, before grabbing him and leaping for a jumping neckbreaker! Volt hits the mat hard, as Craus slowly rises back to his feet, taking a quick rest to recover, before walking over, grabbing Volt as he rises up and flinging him with an Overhead Belly to Belly! Volt groans, as Craus rises back up again, his opponent following, the furry charging full speed and grabbing him, flinging him with a second, Voltigeur landing hard and rolling along the mat, as the furry rises again, clutching his back slightly, Volt rises again, as Crauswell charges full speed again, only for Volt to counter, catching him in mid run and flapjacking him into the top turnbuckle, Craus crashing face first into it, grasping the area in pain, as Volt takes advantage, hoisting his opponent up high, then dropping him across his knee for a backbreaker, before pulling him up and following with a Pendulum style one. He nods, hooking the leg for the cover. 1....2....

Crauswell manages to get the shoulder up, grasping at the back further. Volt looks down, very impressed with his opponent, but then again what more can you expect from this veteran? He walks over, grabbing the furry and pulling him up again, sending him off the ropes, then launching as he comes back with a high back body drop! Craus lands hard, grasping the area, as Volt then grabs a chair, positioning it behind him, then sending Craus off once again, catching him once more, this time dropping him atop the steel chair back first, as Crauswell cringes in pain, clutching the back further, as Volt pulls the chair from out under his opponent, turning him around and delivering a few shots across the area with it, the furry rolling around further on the mat, as Volt drops his weapon and covers again. 1....2.... again Crauswell gets a shoulder up. Volt pulls him up once more, running off the ropes for a clothesline, which Crauswell ducks, then grabbing and hitting Volt if with a bridging tiger Suplex! 1....2...

Voltigeur kicks out quickly, as Craus drops back to the mat, groaning and rising again back to his feet. Voltigeur is certainly no push over himself. The two rise back up at the same time, Craus quickly unleashing a nasty knife edge chop, battering Volt's chest, he groans, as Craus follows with a series of them, backing Volt once again into a turnbuckle, leaping up and delivering a jumping headbutt to Volt's face, dazing him further as he quickly rolls out of the ring, reaching around underneath, then pulling out... a shopping kart. He chucks it into the ring without much effort, before returning once again, charging and hitting a jumping knee to Voltigeur to keep him dazed. He backs up, nodding and planning something very... unorthodox here, as he rolls out of the ring again, grabbing the singapore cane still hanging around and chucking it into the ring, before grabbing the kart and backing up into the opposite turnbuckle, before pushing it full speed, driving it into Voltigeur's chest, the man looking wide eyed, tumbling forward and literally falling into the kart, as Crauswell grabs the cane, cracking it a few times into Voltigeur's skull and nodding, pushing the cart back a distance away, then grabbing the weapon like a lance and nodding, charging full speed and driving it right into Volt, the knight gasping in pain, tumbling out of the now tipped over cart, as Crauswell nods, walking over and going for a cover now. 1....2....3

NO! Voltigeur manages to get the shoulder up. The furry looks very surprised at this, as the knight groans, Craus reaching down and pulling him up by the throat, signaling for the end, as he hoists him high for the Beak Buster, aiming to plant Voltigeur right into the cart! Voltigeur however desperately once again starts punching once again, Crauswell groaning, as volt then lunges out, grabbing Craus and lifting him up high with ease, for the Shock, then driving him viciously down atop the cart, which completely falls apart from the force for the AWE! Crauswell yelps desperately in pain from this, clutching quite desperately at his back as Volt rolls him off the wreckage, going for the cover. 1.....2.....3

NO!!! Crauswell manages to get an exhausted kickout at the last split second, and both Voltigeur and Crauswell slowly get up, their eyes transfixed on one another. The simple act of getting up turns into a contest between the two, and using the ropes similarly to a ladder, Voltigeur manages to stagger into a kneeling position, as Crauswell follows upwards in a matter of seconds. As the two of them regain their composure, Crauswell clutching his back and Voltigeur his neck, both big men slowly lock up with one another. Volt cracks his neck and whips Craus into the ropes, but this is countered and Volt simply tumbles over the top rope and onto the floor outside. Crauswell stops himself like a loaded freight train and leans over the top rope before sliding out to meet the downed Voltigeur. Craus goes to pick him up by the head, but Volt elbows him hard in the gut and grabs his head to slam it into a nearby retaining barrier’s topside. Using one of his hands, Crauswell blocks this attempt, instead slamming Voltigeur’s own head into the barrier twice. With the advantage, Crauswell whips him with all his strength right into the Spanish announce table. It seems that Voltigeur’s head hit something sharp upon impact, as his forehead is now quite bloody from that, combined with all the previous damage before. As Voltigeur wipes it away, Crauswell picks him up to hit a suplex into the table, but Voltigeur lands feet first behind him, grabbing the furry to hit a reverse backbreaker. Voltigeur looks around, before disappearing under the ring. Just about as Crauswell recovers from the hit, Volt comes climbing out with something extremely unorthodox: in one hand, is a buckler shield, and in the other, a MORNING STAR; the crude, rusted spikes of the wooden weapon gleaming brightly from the lights high above the ring. Wiping the blood from his head with a forearm, Voltigeur yells out one phrase in his boisterous accent…

“De vriend of niet, het is tijd om dit te beëindigen!”

With the weapon in hand, Voltigeur raises it high, smashing down. Instinctively, Crauswell dodges out of the way, the furry using his remaining stamina to evade the heavy arm, waving about like the cane of a lethargic old man. As Voltigeur advances, swinging the weapon, Crauswell continues to dodge the morning star. That is, until one awkward, downward hack results in one of the prickly spikes to catch itself in the thick mat laying around the outside of the ring—and presumably, the concrete as well. As Voltigeur attempts to pull the weapon out, Crauswell spots where the very mat Volt is standing on ends. With his fingers around the top and bottom, he pulls the mat quite literally out from under Voltigeur, causing the big Dutchman to go sprawling to the concrete. Crauswell goes to stomp at the torso of Voltigeur, but the buckler remains in Volt’s hands, allowing him to block the massive feet of the furry. Just as Crauswell steps back, Voltigeur gets into a sitting position and clobbers the shins of Craus with the small shield, and then, like a discus, flings it with great velocity at the beaked head of Crauswell, causing him to be sent reeling and stumble back. Voltigeur climbs up, only to be hit with a clothesline that sends him back down. Out of instinct, Crauswell covers. 1…2…No, Voltigeur kicks out!

The kickout seems underpowered, both men definitely tiring from what has taken place so far in the match. Crauswell staggers up, and grabbing Voltigeur, tosses him over the retaining barrier, into the crowd. As the crowd members instinctively move away, Crauswell grabs a steel chair and cracks it into Volt’s head, before setting up the chair and putting Voltigeur against it. Craus climbs atop the retaining barrier and leaps forward, aiming to hit a seated front Senton onto the big man. Unfortunately for him, Volt rolls out of the way, clutching his head, and the gryphon lands onto the empty chair with a crash, the object crumpling from his weight and collapsing down to the hard concrete floor. With his crimson-stained blonde hair, the dazed Volt picks himself up, grabbing Crauswell and giving a spinebuster right back over the retaining barrier and onto the exposed concrete. He covers Crauswell. 1…2…3…

NO! Crauswell kicks out in the nick of time! He grasps desperately now at his back, as he feels the effects, Voltigeur looking on, not having much left. The furry doesn't seem to either, as he grabs the barrier to pull himself up as he looks at the champion, Volt charging for a clothesline, only for Crauswell to desperately counter, dropping him over the barricade and into a scattering crowd! He groans, walking back over to the ring now, digging around inside for something... then finally pulling out, a table. He quickly sets it up right outside the ring apron, nodding and walking back over, Voltiguer stumbling to his feet as the furry follows him, bashing him a few times with some fists, then yanking him back to the ringside, delivering some stiff knife edge chops, sending Volt staggering around the area, Craus running after him and laying him out with a vicious lariat! Voltigeur gets turned inside out... groaning and clutching the throat, as Craus walks over, reaching down and pulling the knight back to his feet, rolling him into the ring, as he follows. He pulls him back to his feet, propping him atop his shoulder and hitting a quick steam roller, landing right in front of the ropes, as he nods, clutching the back again as he swings in front of Voltigeur, grabbing him by the throat and charging for a Beak Buster, aiming to send him over the ropes and through the table! Voltigeur however manages to fight out with some fists, dropping to his feet, as he quickly hits a Eurasian Uppercut, dazing Craus, as he pulls him out onto the apron, looking at the table, then jumping off... hitting him the Justified Persecution, sending them both crashing through! The crowd looks on in horror as Voltigeur reaches over, amongst the table remains, draping an arm across the furry.

1....2....

3!!!

It's over... Voltigeur has retained his Toolshed Championship... but not without a brutal fight.

Announcer: Here is your winner... and still EWT Toolshed Champion, Voltigeur!!!

Volt rises to his feet slowly, looking quite worn out after this bout, as the referee walks over, presenting him with his title, as the crowd cheers, Voltigeur giving a slight nod, before looking back down at his friend, who slowly stumbles up out of the table shards, looking over at Volt and nodding back, as the two reach for another a handshake.

Suddenly the lights completely go out... then coming back on a few seconds or so later. However when they have, Crauswell is nowhere to be found. Volt looks around in confusion now, wondering exactly what just happened, as does the crowd, also looking on quite confused. We quickly cut backstage.

[Ultimo Chocula]

"G*d damn your righteous hand.."

*The ominous sounds of "Get Your Gunn" by Marilyn Manson begins to play as the arena is bathed in a deep red light. Karma makes her way down to the ring with violent intentions filling her eyes and a smirk on her face. She crawls into the ring and kneels in the center of it, awaiting her opponent for the evening. Dragging a few fingers across her face while pounding a fist against the mat...

Finkel: Making her way to the ring... from Modesto, California... weighing in at 150 poudnds... representing The Draugr... Karma!

*"Rose" begins to play. *

*The crowd's attention turns to a spotlight in the crowd. With Juri in her Celtic dress. She strolls down to the ring, looking to have her game face on. The crowd gives her high fives as she makes it down to the ring. She leaps over the barricade as the ring announcer begins to introduce her.*

Finkel: Now residing in Osaka, Japan... Weighting in at 142 lbs.... BR Juri Sadamoto!

*The pervs in the crowd are displeased to learn, as her skirt lifts slightly, that she is wearing some short tights that prevent any “accidental” views . She rolls into the ring and stretches for the first time as she waits for the bell to ring. She looks to be confident but it's doubtful that she's thinking this will be easy.*

*The fiery Joshi looks over at her opponent, the brainwashed zombie. It is clear to everyone that Karma still harbors some dislike for Juri as she leers at her hungrily. BR, on the on hand, is nothing but dead serious. They both lock up but Juri pushes Karma away as some sort of black sludge spews from her mouth. Juri's split second of disgust costs her as Karma hits a Stiff Chop at her chest. And another. And another. She goes for another but is blocked and is returned with a Chop from Juri.*

WOO!

*But Karma doesn't even flinch. Karma hits a Chop to the chest.*

WOO!

*Juri hits a chop in response.*

WOO!

*Karma returns. The exchange of chops from both women hit so hard and so fast that the crowd can't even do the “WOOs”. Again and again, the chops go back and forth. Eventually Juri ends up back to the ropes in this exchange. One Chop to the throat later and Juri is stunned enough to be Irish Whipped to the other side of the ring. Bounding back at a speed too high to do anything, she is left helpless as she crashes right into Karma's Chop aimed right at her throat. BR hits the mat hard from the blow. The once blonde beauty sees her opening and takes it. She stomps down hard on Juri's neck, causing the natural redhead to involuntarily gurgle. She holds it there as the referee calls for her to release it. He begins a count as Karma listens to the choking of BR as if it was music to her ears. Finally at four, she lifts her foot and Juri gasps for air. The break is short as Karma drops down on her chest and grabs her throat.*

Cole: I think it's clear what Karma wants to do here.

JBL: Of course it's clear! Karma doesn't want to hurt Juri... She wants to choke the life out of her!

*Again the referee calls for Karma to release the hold and again it takes a count of four for her to comply. She crawls off Juri, stands, then still leers over her, looking down at the woman that struggles to get back her breath. She reaches down to pull Juri up only to catch a boot right at the center of her forehead. But it doesn't phase her! She shakes it off and grabs Juri's hair to pull her up by it. Just as she almost has Juri up, the Joshi wraps her arms around Karma's head and falls straight down into a Jawbreaker. The only Halaway daughter stumbles back as Juri makes it back to her feet. Juri runs to the opposite ropes and bounds back for more speed as she goes for her Ro-zu Thorn, a Jumping Spinning Back Elbow. But Karma has recovered just in time to see it upcoming. She catches Juri in mid air and throws her back with incredible strength. Juri lands harshly on the back of her neck and back before rolling to her stomach. The crowd first pops for the incredible German Suplex out of nowhere then audibly gasps as Juri landed awkwardly. The camera focuses on her hair covered face. It paints a picture of pain, frustration, desperation, and more pain.*

JBL: That's it, Cole. I don't see HOW anyone could kick out of this one.

Cole: Right you are, partner! She landed right on her skull!

JBL: No, you idiot, she landed on her neck!

*Grabbing the hair of her fallen opponent, Karma drags Juri to the center of the ring and rolls her over. She starts to go for a cover but then she sees the beautiful sight (for her away) of Juri in pain. The rush is so intoxicating that she just can't end this match just yet. She drags Juri closer to a turnbuckle and lifts her limp body to her knees. On her knees in front of Karma, Juri gets a jolt of energy. She tries to punch and chop away at Karma but to no effect. One hard shot to the head later and the red haired warrior's body is leaning against one of the thick legs of her attacker. Karma pulls up the currently lifeless body of Juri places her head between her legs. With freakish strength, Karma lifts Sadamoto high in the air and slams her against the turnbuckle. Yet Juri does not fall to the mat. Not due to her strength, but rather due to the fact that her body is held up only by the turnbuckle. Her head bows forward. Karma, all smiles, walks forward and lifts Juri's head up by her chin. After brushing the hair out of Juri's face, the smile fades into severe disappointment. Instead of a look of pain... Of divine torture... Juri's face appears as if the poor girl is asleep, lost in a far more pleasant world.*

Cole: The referee should be calling for the damn bell!

JBL: He should, but I doubt he would be able to withstand the attack of Karma.

*Juri's chin is released and falls to her bowed position. The blonde zombie backs up and runs at full speed to deliver a hard Running Knee to Juri's head. BR's head whips back violently. As soon as Karma backs away, Sadamoto slumps face first to the mat. Karma drags Juri back to the center of the ring to dig her forearm into the face of Juri. But to her surprise, that only wakens the sleeping warrior. And also to her surprise is a Mule Kick to the face that sends to her backside. For the first time, Juri has knocked the larger woman down and has made the match go her way. She nips up to a standing position and turns to face the rising giant of the GND. Quickly she locks up with Karma before the woman could get her full balance and is able to lock her into a Suplex position. Juri lifts Karma just slightly before pivoting into a Neckbreaker.*

Cole: She calls that move her Broken Stem Driver # 28!

JBL: I don't care for the name but what a move!

*Juri quickly covers Karma!*

...KICK OUT WITH AUTHORITY!

*Karma quickly rises as Juri pulls herself back up from where she was thrown. The monster of the GND slams her elbow into the face of Juri and lifts her up for a Suplex of her own. But much to her dismay, Juri turns in midair and hits her Broken Stem Driver #1!*

Cole: OH MY! OH MY! KARMA IS DOWN!

JBL: I DIDN'T THINK IT COULD BE DONE!

*Knowing this maybe her only chance, Juri rolls to the ropes and makes it up to the top rope of the nearest turnbuckle. She points in the air as Karma makes it to her feet.*

Cole: Could it be?!

JBL: I think so! It's time for the TIMFA!

*Juri leaps into the air, getting far more hang time than usual. Karma turns to see the knees of Juri coming right at her. She lifts up her arms in fear. And the TIMFA connects! NO WAIT! Karma had caught Juri's knees with the palms of her hands! Karma falls back, using all of her body weight to catapult BR over her head. Having VERY little time to protect herself, Juri rolls in midair to focus all the impact on her lower back. But she is too late as she lands on the upper part of her back. For a few seconds she looks like a Celtic lawn dart before her lower half returns back down to the earth.*

Cole: My god! End this before Juri's injured!

JBL: That high risk move might have been her one and only chance to win this match we all saw how that just turned out. And I don't think the night's gonna get any better for her!

*Karma, quite pleased with her handiwork, takes a slow stroll over to Juri's crumpled body. She licks her lips and merely watches the agony before taking a tight grip on the back of Juri's neck, squeezing tightly. Sadamoto is brought very roughly to her feet, as wobbly as she may be. Taking enjoyment in watching Juri wither, she soon shoves her forward, chest first into the turnbuckles. They seem to be holding Juri up as she lays limply against them. Karma steps backwards a few feet before dropping into a crouch*

Cole: Hasn't she had enough already?! Just pin her!

JBL: I don't think Karma has any intentions of going for a pin. She's looking for a knock out!

*After measuring her opponent Karma rushes forward, looking to literally crush Juri with a Clothesline to the back of the neck. Perhaps she took too much time watching Milton born superstar as "The Rose" narrowly dives to the side at the last second, leaving the lone female member of The Draugr to crash into the turnbuckles. Dazed, Karma spins to face her opponent, only for Juri to catch her with a Moonsault Kick she refers to as "Rose White"! Juri lands upon her feet, a bit unsteadily, but looks to form a string of offense from here. ..However, that is not to be. Almost as soon as Juri lifts her head upwards, Karma explodes from the corner and nails her with the Clothesline she had originally plotted. The impact is so great that Juri does a complete 360, landing in a twisted heap and drawing a stunned gasp from the masses*

Cole: This is starting to look like a scene from a horror movie! This needs to end!

JBL: And horror scene's are just the way The Draugr like it! Juri's gotta be knocked slick out after that one!

*Karma dusts her hands off and nudges Juri's head with her foot, amazed to see that she's still stirring, albeit barely. Karma simply kneels down beside her, just watching as Juri attempts to try to get up. Like a fascinated child watching an insect they had just stuffed inside of a jar. The crowd begin to chant "JUR-EE! JUR-EE!" and clap along to try and will her forward. Karma rises back to her feet and claps along in a mock, cruel display of support. Juri eventually crawls to the ropes, gripping a hold of them as she begins to slowly pull herself to a vertical base. Her eyes look entirely glazed over and she seems to be just staring off into space. Karma steps on over...looks Juri over for a moment...then rears back a leg and sends the tip of her boot directly into her stomach. It lifts Juri straight off the mat as she gasps audibly, landing upon her hands and knee's. Karma watches the display for a moment with a sinister chuckle that soon turns into full on laughter. Once again, Juri uses the ropes to pull herself back to her feet, leaning against them for support..*

*Karma crouches low to the ring once more, giving her forearm a few pats just so everyone know's what's coming..everyone except for Juri. Karma rushes towards her once more, pulling back her arm, planning on sending Juri's head into the third row with the "Bloody Mary". Karma swings the arm forward and connects...with air. Juri had ducked her head at the absolute last moment. Karma's momentum takes her right into the ropes and she bounces backwards a few steps. At that moment, Juri uses the ropes she's grasping to swing both of her legs around one of Karma's arms. She releases the ropes and all of her weight pushes down upon Karma, sending her onto her back. Juri has just applied a Crucifix pin and the referee slides into the pin*

...One...

...Two...

.......THREE?!

*As soon as Juri makes the surprise pin she slides directly out of the ring and the referee follows right along behind her. Karma brings herself to a kneeled position, eyes wide, staring at her palms in disbelief. The crowd is equally as stunned but soon lets out a huge roar*

Finkel: ...Here is your winner...Juri Sadamoto!

*"Rose* begins to play as the referee holds up Juri's arm in victory while Juri's free hand is rested upon the back of her neck, using the official to keep her from falling over. Karma slowly looks over her shoulder at the sight of a victorious Juri and begins to slam her fists into the mat in a rage*

Cole: Can you believe that?! Despite the horrible beating Juri took during the match she still hung in their and pulled out a victory!

JBL: A damn sneaky victory!

Cole: You can never count the size of a competitors heart and will! An amazing and shocking win by Juri Sadamoto!

[Ultimo Chocula]

*We return to the ring and The Fink has a microphone to announce the next match

THE FINK: The following match is for one fall and is a tag team bout … Introducing first, from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight of 399 pounds, Zeleke and Faboon... Team Raft-Shack!

*That madcap Moonites song begins to play as light flicker, lazers blind people and a giant cloud of purple smoke explodes in the middle of the ring. As the cloud disperses we see Raftshack have arrived and they have given Howard Finkel a basket of cucumbers! They both then walk backwards around the ring until they meet each other and do a high-five before rolling around on the floor and then leaping up at which point another cloud of smoke explodes this time it’s blue!*

THE FINK (Spluttering): … cough .. and there opponents … they hail from Bad Axe, Michigan and weigh in at 850lbs …

*The dirge of organ music begins to play as the Fink continues announcing. Zeleke and Faboon try and cover there ears with there feet.*

THE FINK: .. Mr. Big and M. Bad … Big and Bad!!

*The grinding organ music continues as out from the back walk Mr. Big and Mr. Bad, Curly Long seems to be absent. Mr. Big remains unreadable as his dark glasses mask any thoughts he could be having whilst Mr. Bad’s grotesque from is probably too easy to read as he waddles down to the ring. The two men enter and watch there long time opponents Raftshack from the other side of the ring.*

*The Bell Rings*

Mr. Big decides to start for his team, while Raftshack try to decide. Zeleke pulls out some dice and the two men roll them on the canvas. Faboon jumps for Joy as Zeleke sulks it appears Faboon won! Faboon turns to see the 7ft Mr. Big blocking out the lights of the arena. Faboon edges closer to Mr. Big and they tie up. Mr. Big easily overpowers Faboon and sends him flying back to his corner. Faboon gets up into a crab walk and charges across the ring toward Mr. Big head first! Mr. Big confused by Faboon’s madness tries to stomp on him but misses as Faboon rolls onto his front and wiggles between the 7ft giants legs. Mr. Big frustrated turrns to get a hold of Faboon but is greeted by two feet to the face! Mr. Big’s sunglasses crack and he throws them away revealing an angry face. Faboon though has used this time tto leap off the middle rope and collides with Mr. Big with a springboard forearm to the face! Mr. Big stumbles slightly but doesn’t go down. Faboon though keeps moving and tries a school by roll up. Mr. Big is still way to alert though and grabs Faboon by the arm and hoists him up onto his shoulders before hurling him off to the canvas.

The crowd boos.

Mr. Big smirks and tells Faboon to bring it. Faboon gets up and tags out to Zeleke. Zeleke is excited and rushes in to the ring and right into Mr. Big who he bounces off, Mr. Big laughs and goes to pick up Zeleke but instead grabs nothing but air as Zeleke has gone round the back of him and kicks him in the back of the leg, he continues to do this slowly trying to take Big down. Eventually Big drops to one knee and Zeleke seeing this applies a head lock and tries to hit a DDT. Mr. Big however blocks the attempt and instead gets up and hits Zeleke with a spinebuster. Mr. Big covers …

1,2 …

Zeleke kicks out, Mr. Big stays with Zeleke and tags out to Mr. Bad. Mr. Big holds Zeleke so Mr. Bad can hit him with a chop, Mr. Big exits the ring as Mr. Bad hits Zeleke with a body slam. With Zeleke now on the mat Mr. Bad usues the ropes and goes for a big splash! Zeleke still awake moves out of the way as blubber wobbles from the impact of the fall. Mr. Bad slowly gets up only to find Zeleke has tagged out and both members of Raftshack are in the ring and charge the human seacow. Mr. Bad shoves both away though and then charges himself only to be caught by a double leg scissor take down! Mr. Bad falls into the ropes so he rests on the bottom one. Raftshack giggle like little schoolgirls before running of the other ropes coming back and nail the Dial that Phone! The two man 619 hits and Mr. Bad staggers backwards, Faboon and Zeleke continue though and springboard off the top rope with twin missile dropkicks knocking the giant blob of a man off his feet! Faboon attempts a cover (Difficult due to Mr. Bad’s belly)

1,2 …

Mr. Bad kicks out, Faboon still on top punches Mr. Bad in the belly which has no effect whatsoever. Mr. Bad then rolls over to get up crushing Faboon beneath his girth in the process.

1,2 …

Mr. Bad gets up not realizing he had Faboon pinned. Mr. Big gestures to Mr. Bad and points at the slightly flatter Faboon who rolls to the outside. Mr. Bad climbs down the steps and after Faboon, meanwhile in the ring Zeleke has pulled out some family photos and is trying to show them to the referee. (I think they might be pictures of Meer cats) Anyway this distraction is good enough for Faboon who has found a trashcan which he hits Mr. Bad with. Mr. Bad remains standing and looks up at the trah can which is now balanced on his wrinkled bald head. Mr. Bad grins his sickly yellow smile and grabs the bemused Faboon by the throat and starts choking him. The referee finally concentrating on the match begins a ten count …

1 … 2 … 3 … 4 …

Mr. Big continues to choke Faboon … Faboon tries struggling, and punching but to no effect …

… 5 … 6 … 7 …

Faboon in desperation tries tickling the bloated maniac, which seems to work as Bad releases his grip, Faboon dives into the ring as Mr. Bad slowly follows …

.. 8 … 9 …

Mr. Bad makes it but Mr. Big is fed up of this lack of destruction and gets tagged back in. Mr. Big wastes little time as he connects one big boot to the head of Faboon. Faboon goes down like the titanic and Mr. Big covers …

1,2,3 …

No Zeleke has leaped off the turnbuckle and nailed Mr. Big with the Lemon with a Twist of Mango (A shooting star leg drop) Mr. Big tries to get up but can’t do so in time before Faboon makes the hot tag. Zeleke like a fiber-glass house on fire charges in and stomps on Mr. Big’s foot. Mr. Big holds his foot in agony which allows Zeleke to hit Mr. Big in the head with an elbow and then a Capoeira Kick. Mr. Big is getting dazed here, but Zeleke is not done and tries to lift Mr. Big with some sort of bodyslam. Mr. Big is far too big and one American football sized hand ends that attempt. Mr. Big in return nails Zeleke with a bodyslam of his own and then picks him up for what could be the ‘HFD’ … no Zeleke has slipped out of it and lands in the big mans shoulders, quickly using all his momentum and weight Zeleke falls backwards and plants Mr. Big head first with an amazing DDT!

The crowd jumps to there feet as Zeleke covers.

1,2,3 …

No Mr. Big kicked out … Zeleke tags out to Faboon and both men climb opposite turnbuckles … they signal to each other and leap through the air with twin legdrops!!

KERRRASH!!!

Mr. Bad has dragged Mr. Big out of the way and both Raftshack members have found only canvas! Mr. Big tags out as the poster boy for www.loadsofbutter.com comes into the ring. Zeleke tries to stop Mr. Bad but gets a headbutt for his trouble. Mr. Bad then splashes both Faboon and Zeleke in the centre of the ring. Mr. Bad then picks up Faboon and applies the The Bayanhongor Fracture Clasp! Faboon struggles but the move is just too painful. Whilst Zeleke who is back but barely on his feet can do nothing as he can’t move or effect the walking man of whale blubber that is Mr. Bad.

Faboon collapses in the hold and the referee calls for the bell.

*The Bell Rings*

THE FINK: The winners of this match Big and Bad!

*Mr. Bad drops Faboon and turns to see Zeleke is still trying to punch and kick him off, Mr. Bad widens his arms and slaps Zeleek in the head with both hands. Zeleke rolls onto the mat holding his damaged ears as the relentless organ music continues to play over this Raftshack disaster. Mr. Bad turns to Mr. Big and grins or is possibly disgusted at his partner, it is difficult to tell with Mr. Bad who’s features are so craggy. Mr. Big is still not quite back on his feet as that DDT has taken something out of him, but he slowly rises up and celebrates with Mr. Bad in the ring.*

(cut to commercial for skittles!)

[Ultimo Chocula]

*The camera is back in the arena, showing the steel cage which is over the ring for now. A lot of people in the crowd are looking at it and waiting to see the ghostly pirate, Ferhago Crow and the Darkness in the Light, Mysth, enter the ring and fight into that massive weapon that now lowers from the ceiling.*

Finkel: The following match is the Steel Cage Match! *Much cheers* The rules of the match are as follows... There are no pinfalls, KOs, or submission victories! The ONLY way to be declared the victor is to climb over the cage and have BOTH feet touch the floor! *As he says this, the cage has been completely lowered.* And now... Introducing the first participant...

“Yo.....ho.... Yo.....ho”

*The eerie music plays over the speakers as the ghostly ship sails on the Toomitron. Every views the tron for activity but there isn't any. A loud thunder strike that shakes the arena causes everyone to jump as the lights rise up. There, on top of the cage, is the ghostly pirate standing in one of the corner sections. He doesn't move a muscle as the music continues to play. Suddenly, he begins to move... By walking around the top of the cage!*

Finkel: From the Depths of the Caribbean... Weighing in at 277 lbs... FER-HA-GO CROW!

*He returns back to the back to the corner he started at, completing a full circle around the cage. He returns back to his stance. Only his hands move as he lifts his Tricorn from his head and lets it drop to the ground outside the cage. Then, his hands and arms move independently of his body by shedding his coat. It too falls to the ground. Crow then begins his descent to the inside the cage. He crouches down, placing one foot on the left side of the corner and another on the right. Then he slides down from the top all the way down to the top rope. From there, he steps off the turnbuckle to his feet. He steps in the center of the ring. His sullen eyes staring through the crowd. Some children begin to cower or even cry. The few men actually laughing at him fall silent as he glares into their very soul. His eyes stop on one girl of at least 16, dressed “alternately”. She looks upon him with awe and immediately goes red as his eyes rest on her. She quickly raises a sign that she probably had been jeered at all night for having... “I'm a crew member of Captain Crow!” He blinks and turns away after seeing the sign. As he does so, the lights return to normal and his music fades.*

Cole: Look at how stoic Crow is... He's almost like a statue.

JBL: And that's what makes the man so scary... He gives nothing of himself to his opponent. We don't even know if he can even feel pain!

Cole: We do know one thing... He loves to dish it out.

JBL: He doesn't like to dish it out. He likes to maim and end careers. Just look at the list he's put away...

Cole: Simon Scurvy... Polly... Tutor Tyreese... Christian Starr... Even Mysth has been temporarily taken out.

*Crow stares at the ramp, waiting for his opponent to arrive, looking very focused. Actually he doesn' t need to wait much as "Otherworld" hits quickly and the four fireworks explode, revealing the Frenchman, still carrying the bird cage with the crow in it.*

Cole: And here comes the only man to have faced Crow... And survived!

JBL: It is no easy feat, that's for sure. Just looking at that list makes me wonder if anyone can put away Crow.

Cole: But don't forget that Mysth has been able to take Crow out!

JBL: That was with a chair and with the use of surprise.

Cole: And he has that crow that he's been lugging around for a bit of mind games of his own against Crow.

JBL: But will it pay off for him? The man is EWT's best kept secret but I wonder if that and these mind games will be enough to topple the mountain.

Finkel : And his opponent, from Strasbourg, France weighing in at 218 lbs and being accompanied at ringside by "Sexually Suggestive" Ivy Rosepine... A Darkness In The Light... This... is... MYYYYYYSTH !!

*Mysth does his usual entrance, high-fiving fans in the way ( even though he does it with only one hand in order not to let the bird cage fall down ) and Ivy Rosepine doing the same. When they arrive in front of the ring, they can' t help but looking at the cage. Mysth puts the bird cage next to the ring and before Mysth enters the ring, Ivy gives her a last kiss of encouragement and wishes him more luck than she had in her match. Mysth climbs into the squared circle through the cage door, now looking right at Crow, as focused as his pirate opponent. He can' t wait to get his revenge for what happened at Crap-A-Mania !!!! The steel cage door is locked up by the referee, who will be outside the cage for the match.*

DING DING !!

*Ivy leans against the cage to see what happens inside it better and the match is underway ! Mysth knows from experience that trying to lock up would be a mistake, so he prefers to circle around Ferhago Crow and try to find a way to get an advantage, the problem being that Ferhago Crow never showed anything close to a weak point ! The pirate doesn' t move and just follows Mysth with his eyes. Mysth suddenly charges and goes for a clothesline, and Crow raises his foot for a Big Boot, but Mysth was actually playing possum and he ducks and goes for a sweep, which makes the specter stumble, but not fall down. Crow turns around, grabs Mysth and goes for a Suplex, but Mysth uses the momentum of the move to land behind Crow and hit a Neckbreaker ! Mysth approaches the downed pirate, who performs a sweep of his own. Crow then grabs Mysth by the hair. He runs to one of the walls of the cage to smash Mysth' s head against it but just before he can do so, Mysth ducks and takes a few steps away.*

Cole: Close call for Mysth!

JBL: That's what makes normal men become champions... Great ring presence!

*Mysth is trying to think of a way to dominate the match, but Crow wastes not time and runs at Mysth, who reverses the situation by Irish whipping Crow and sending him against the wall... but Crow jumps against it and hits an incredible Leg Lariat that sends Mysth to the mat ! In the other side of the cage, Ivy looks anxiously at all this and especially can' t believe the move the 277 lbs monster just pulled out ! She winces when she remembers what Crow did to Mysth at C-A-M. Crow now puts Mysth on his shoulders to perform a Powerbomb, but Mysth reacts quickly and turns it into a huge spinning DDT ! Mysth starts to climb the cage, but Crow gets up quickly. Ivy warns Mysth, who tries to turn this to his own advantage by doing a high-flying move, but Crow catches him in mid-air and slams him to the ground ! Ivy watches this with a horrified look, desperate that the cage prevents her from doing anything.*

JBL: Tough break for Mysth there! If he's wanting to defeat Crow, he's going to have to put him away for more than that.

Cole: But what could do that? Nothing Mysth has done has taken Crow out for long!

JBL: He'll just have to find that one x-factor that will grant him victory. Remember, Cole, invincibility in itself is a weakness.

*Crow is now climbing one of the turnbuckle and slowly does a double throat cutting motion before going for the FLYING DUTCHMAN !! But Mysth rolls out of the way ! Nevertheless, Crow lands perfectly on his knees without hurting himself. He gets up immediately and charges but Mysth counters with a kick, but Crow grabs it, which actually helps Mysth for the Grab Enzuigiri ! Mysth then waits for Crow to get up, runs at the ropes and hits the Shining Wizard ! And with the momentum, he grabs Crow' s legs and slides his between them, preparing the Sharpshooter ! But his leg suddenly refuses to move and the reason for this is simple : Crow has grabbed it ! He takes down the Frenchman and goes for a Kneebar ! Mysth is groaning in pain as Crow once again shows amazing technical skills for a man of his size and executes the hold perfectly and has it locked in very tight ! Ivy tells his boyfriend not to give up and insults Crow to try and get his attention, but the pirate is completely concentrated on his opponent and keeps the submission hold locked in tight, both to soften Mysth up and just for the pleasure to make him suffer.*

JBL: This is what Mysth should be avoiding at all costs!

Cole: He was just trying to wear down Crow, I think it is a smart strategy.

JBL: It would be, if Crow was just another big man. But you can't be so slow with a man like Crow in the ring!

*Crow eventually releases the hold but keeps both of Mysth' s leg in his arms. Crow gets up, but immediately leans backwards and drops Mysth' s feet over him and sends the Frenchman' s head crashing against the turnbuckle ! Crow starts to climb the cage while out of the ring, Ivy starts shaking the wall on which Crow is climbing in hope to make him fall down, but it doesn' t seem to affect the pirate one bit as he keeps on climbing as if nothing happened ! Yet, after a few feet, Crow feels that something is grabbing his leg and yes, Mysth got up and is clutching Crows' s foot ! The pirate shakes his leg and tries to kick Mysth, but he doesn' t let go and eventually hits a Dragon Screw that drops Ferhago Crow back to the mat ! Ivy is beaming and Mysth sits down and leans against the ropes to catch his breath and recover a bit from the previous assaults. *

Cole: Oh my! What a move!

JBL: THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT! If he was smart, he would keep on him here! Don't give Crow a chance to breathe!

*The Frenchman glances over at his girlfriend to give her a reassuring smile. He stands back up straight, knowing that giving Crow any time to recover is a foolish at best. The right hand of Mysth rises. He pulls down on his glove and signals to the crowd that Crow is about to feel an Iron Claw! He leans over Crow and goes for it! And he locks it in! Mysth wretches his hand as his fingers dig into the flesh of Crow. Ferhago's legs begins to stir but Mysth is so focused on holding the the Iron Claw in that he doesn't notice. Ivy, on the other hand, does. She rushes over the cage and shakes it to get Mysth's attention. He breaks his concentration as he looks up at her direction. As he does so Crow's left arm snaps up and latches on his right wrist in a fashion that the Draugr would be familiar with. Mysth flinches in shock but finds that his hand is stuck in the death grip of Crow. He tries to squeeze hard on his Iron Claw but he immediately stops as Crow wrenches his wrist. Crow clamps down the wrist while he as sits up. His ice cold blue eyes glare at his opponent who's face is full of pain. The Iron Claw broken, Mysth tries anything to free himself. He punches and kicks to break free but to no avail. The pirate now stands at full attention while Mysth is down on his knees, grasping his right wrist. Crow wretches the wrist upward forcing Mysth to his feet. Then, in an amazing show of strength he torques the arm more then lifts Mysth in the air by his arm. Ivy looks on horrified.*

Cole: I'm beginning to wonder if this cage match was a bad idea for Mysth...

JBL: Beginning to? I thought that from the start! He's got nowhere to go and he's locked in there with a certified monster!

*Ferhago walks closer to a turnbuckle still with Mysth in the air. He drops Mysth on the apron, next to a turnbuckle and pulls the arm down off the top rope. Mysth punches away at Crow desperately trying to free himself. But the damage done to his right wrist has slowed him down badly. Knowing that he must free himself, he aims with his free hand and strikes hard against the temple of Crow. The big man's head gets knocked back, his wild hair covering his face. Crow snaps back with an furious glare at Mysth. He releases the wrist and slams Mysth against the cage. As Mysth leans against the cage, Crow grabs the back of his head and grinds the Frenchman's face into the steel. Ivy stands facing Mysth looking at him with worry. She pleads with Crow to release her man. But that only eggs on Crow more. The face of Mysth slams against the cage. Crow is unrelenting as he does it repeatedly. He halts after a few more blows. Mysth's weakened body leans against the turnbuckle, the cage, and the apron. His girlfriend tries to check on him as Crow climbs the opposite turnbuckle. She pokes him through the holes of the cage, trying to alert him to the fact that Crow is escaping. But her blood runs cold as she realizes that her boyfriend's tormentor isn't done yet. Crow runs on the top rope from his corner toward Mysth, performing a Front Flip Splash at the last minute to Mysth. Trapped with nowhere to go, Mysth is squashed into the turnbuckle, ropes, and unforgiving steel. On top of that, Crow's weight now rests on him as well. The ghostly pirate rolls back to all fours staring down at his crushed opponent. His eyes venture over to Ivy's. The look of pleasure in the suffering of others causes Ms. Rosepine to back away from the cage. She has to force herself to break away from the gaze to turn back to Mysth's crumbled form. The Darkness in the Light seems to be completely out of it. Crow out from under the bottom rope and slowly makes it back to his feet.*

Cole: It looks like Crow has lost a step or two... Maybe that move hurt him as well.

JBL: Indeed it would appear so. And if it's so painful that Crow can't hide it... Imagine what Mysth is going through...

*Ferhago tilts his head from one side to another before gingerly climbing the cage that Mysth is leaning against. Ivy shakes the cage again, hoping to save the match for her man. And surprisingly, it's working. The large pirate is having trouble climb with the added obstacle. What would normally taken him barely any time has turned into near minutes. At just about the lip of the top, Crow's same leg that was pulled before is being pulled again. As he stares down to see Mysth tugging at his leg, the crowd comes unglued for the second wind of Mysth. Between the tugging of Crow's leg and the shaking of the cage by Ivy it doesn't take long for Crow to be slip back down to stand on the ropes next to the cage. While he does so, Mysth climbs up the turnbuckle and stands next to Crow. He delivers a sharp elbow to the side of Crow. Crow responds with slamming Mysth's head into the steel again. But it's blocked! Mysth smashes Crow into the steel! And again! Crow tries to return the favor but is blocked again. Mysth goes for another smash but it's blocked as well! As Mysth turns to recover, Crow clocks him in the face with a punch that sends him against the cage wall. Crow being his ascent to the top, this time without Ivy shaking the cage. Probably due to Mysth leaning against the cell on the turnbuckle as well. As Crow begins to lift his land over the cage, Mysth grabs the leg again! He jerks down hard and forces Crow back inside. Using the leverage gained, he slams the knee of Crow into the cage. Then Mysth does something unexpected... He begins to climb the cage as Crow recovers from the knee shot. The pirate looks to be only able to hang on currently but the slightest change would maybe cause him to fall. The Frenchman is now right next to Crow at the top of the cage. He looks at the top. Then Crow. Then the ground. He shakes his head “no” then maneuvers himself to turn sideways facing Crow. The left arm of Mysth under hooks Crow's right arm and grabs the neck of Crow. Mysth looks down to Ivy and blows a kiss before turning back to Crow. She shakes her head “no”, not wanting Mysth to do whatever he is planning. He pushes off against the cage to give him more leverage as he pulls the pirate with him as Ivy screams.*

Cole: OH MY! MYSTH IS GOING FOR THE MYSTERIOUS WAYS OFF THE CAGE!

JBL: NO WAY! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!

SLAM!

*The crowd erupts as the two bodies slams into the center of the ring. Ivy's face is full of worry for Mysth but it lightens when she sees the result. Crow took the brunt if not all of the fall. Mysth, on the other hand, landed with all of his weight on Crow before rolling off. Mysth looks to be stirring. While the specter is laid out in the center of the ring with both his eyes closed. It takes him a minute but Mysth finally makes it to his feet to a sea of cheers. He leans against the ropes looking out of the cage at his love, giving a rather cocky grin despite himself.*

JBL: That was amazing... That's the damnest thing I've seen in a LONG time!

Cole: I think this match is over! Crow hasn't even moved since being hit with the move! I even think that Mysth barely took any of the impact of that move.

JBL: I was doubting if Mysth could even pull off a victory but now I'm certain! He can! And I think he's done it! Now all he has to do is climb out! Go for it kid! Don't let this chance fade away!

Cole: I can't help but think that the whole locker room is cheering him on! From Rated X to all the other victim's friends... This must be just what they would welcome!

*Mysth ducks under the ropes and begins to climb, Ivy cheering him on the whole way. Step by step, the cheers increase for him. Although going is slow, there is no doubt in anyone's mind that Crow is out of the match. Mysth reaches the top of the cage! He places one foot over the top. Then the other. He slowly descends down as Ivy looks to welcome him with open arms. He smiles down at her as he only has his hand left on the inside of the cage. He blows another kiss to her and is about to drop. BUT NO! CROW COMES OUT OF NOWHERE AND GRABS HIS ARM! The ghostly pirate looks at Mysth on the other side of the cage with a murderous eye. Mysth stares back, looking almost pale at the fact that Crow is not only standing but pulling him back into the ring! He tugs at the arm, trying to free himself but alas nothing he can do can free himself. Having no choice but to prevent a broken arm, Mysth climbs back over the top and next to Crow. Who immediately slams his head against the cage with such ferocity that Mysth drops down to the mat on his back. Ferhago steps back down to the ropes and steps off to the mat. Looking as fresh as he was when the match started.*

Cole: I... I can't believe want I'm seeing! I thought Crow was done!

JBL: So did I. And so did everyone else. What a monster this man is!

*Mysth quickly stands to fend off Crow and lays a hard right into Crow's face. But it's blocked and Crow wrenches the wrist that he was working on earlier. With his free hand, he lays blow after blow into the masked face of Mysth. Crow then grabs the back of Mysth's head as he has the right arm wrenched and runnings to the wall of the cage. He throws Mysth at it with all his might. With a loud crash of flesh and steel Mysth connects. He bounces back and it has the desired affect for Crow. The big man stands still as the brave Mysth stumbles back to his feet. His eyes almost glazed over as blood seeps down his face and drips off his blonde hair. Ivy screams out in terror at the sight of Mysth. Crow slowly walks towards his target who is utterly defenseless. It's clear that at this point, Mysth can do nothing but stand and he's almost failing at that. Ferhago looks right into the shrunken pupils of Mysth as he cuts his throat with both thumbs. In an instant, Crow grabs him by the hair and sets him up for what is quickly becoming the most feared move in wrestling.*

Cole: NO! NO! NOT THIS WAY DAMMIT! YOU DON'T NEED TO DO THIS! YOU'VE WON THE MATCH!

JBL: I think Crow never wanted to end this match... He wanted to kill the career of Mysth...

*Crow jumps in the air and then connects... The Queen Anne's Revenge. He rests on his knees, staring at his butchered victim. He stands. There is a pause before Crow carries out his next action. He drags Mysth over to the closest cage side and lifts Mysth to the ropes. He then ties Mysth up in them, forcing Mysth to “stand”. A few quick blows to the face later and Crow slowly walks over to the opposite side of the ring. He looks back at the blood covered Mysth as before climbing the cage. This time, Ivy doesn't bother shaking the cage. She doesn't even want to prevent Crow's victory. She just no longer wishes to see her boyfriend hurt. The crowd is at a loss for words. The sheer violence of what they have just seen is beyond reaction. Crow lifts his last leg over and slowly climbs down the cage. Within less than a minute, the heels of his boots hit the arena floor and the match is over.*

DING DING DING!

Finkel: And the winner of the match... Ferhago....Crow!

*The monster follows Ivy as she rushes toward the inside of the ring. She is not concerned for her own safety, only the well being of her boyfriend. The referee finally unlocks the cage and she rushes in to help Mysth down from the ropes. Crow reaches into the cage outside the ring and reaches inside. He brushes the dark bird with his hand before having it perch on his wrist. He walks up the ramp with the bird on his hand before raising it up in victory. From it's seated position, the crow flaps it's wings and lets out a seemingly mocking “caw”. Ivy, from her kneeled position next to Mysth, glares out at Crow. He has once again hurt her boyfriend. The lights flicker and both Crow & the bird disappears. Just as they do, the paramedics rush down to the ring to help the downed Mysth.*

JBL: ...

Cole: ...

JBL: What an effort by Mysth....

Cole: I'm beginning to wonder if anyone can stop the madness...

[Ultimo Chocula]

*Back at ringside and in the ring is Howard Finkel who has the microphone, meanwhile at the commentator tables sits Jim Ross and Jesse Ventura.*

THE FINK: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is for the EWT Stabel Titles and will be contested under survivor series rules … Introducing the first team …

*The fans turn to the main stage as ‘Here comes the Ax & Here Comes the Smasher’ plays around the arena.*

JIM ROSS: Hello everyone I’m good ol’ JR and alongside me is Jesse ‘The Body’ Ventura. Now Jesse this is going to be one hell of a match and the first team out here you know very well.

JESSE: Your damm right Ross, Demolition don’t mess around they will come into the match to pound on there opponents, don’t expect them to make any friends here.

*Out from the back walk the three men known as Ax, Smash & Crush in there familiar leather gear.*

THE FINK: Weighing in at around 830lbs they are Ax, Smash & Crush … Demolition!

*The crowd gives a nostalgic cheer for one of the more popular team of the 80s, as the three men enter the ring and head to the far corner.*

THE FINK: The second team hail from the emerald isle …

*The sound of Dropkick Murphys' "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" starts playing over the speakers. At the song's upbeat, Coach O'Hare appears, waving his tricolour wrapped Hurley, Aidan Donnelly & Sean McCann follow closely behind. Sean points towards the curtain as Shane Malone makes his way out.*

THE FINK: Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, proudly representing their home country of Ireland, at a total combined weight of 693lbs, "The Celtic Giant" Shane Malone, "The Don Juan of Donegal" Sean McCann & Captain Aidan Donnelly... TEAM... IRELAND!

*The green, white & gold pyro explodes, all the team members make "title belt" gestures around their waists. O'Hare yells into the camera.*

O'Hare: Those stable titles are OURS!

*Team Ireland enter the ring & get into a huddle, discussing match tactics.*
JIM ROSS: Well Jesse Team Ireland look fired up for this match and you have to say these guys are the favourites to take the gold here.

JESSE: Well Ross, these guys do have the tenacity and guile to take these prestigious Stable Titles and they certainly will try anything to get there hands on more gold.

*As Team Ireland and Demolition try to co-exist, the music stops and changes to "Zombie Eaters" -- Ill Nino ft. Chino*

THE FINK: and introducing the final team on this side … making his way to the ring weighing in at 225lbs … Moxie!

*Out from the back walks the ever mysterious and prophetic Moxie, the crowd give him a reaction that could be considered enthusiastic but undecided. As he walks to the ring the music flicks over to "This Aint a scene" Fall Out Boy*

THE FINK: and his partners in this stable team who weigh in at around 550lbs are … Andy ‘The Eagle’ Davidson and Liam Valentine!

*The crowd continues to give and undecided but enthusiastic welcome cheer to the team who follow Moxie intot he ring. All three stables watch each other carefully knowing that although they will team up tonight that they are all in it for themselves.*

JIM ROSS: Moxie the self-declared savior of the EWT, Jesse but is this really a stable team?

JESSE: I don’t know Ross, this team are the real enigma’s of this match as they have never teamed before.

*As the last notes of Fall Out Boy fade out The Fink continues announcing*

THE FINK: There opponents … hailing from the Silver Screen of Hollywood & weighing in at a total weight of 780lbs …

*‘Blockbuster by Bass Mechanik’ hits the speakers and the crowd begins to boo as they know who is about to show up. The pyro hits with a pretty display of golds and whites as out from the back walk Coming Attraction Productions!*

THE FINK: They are Tim Cruis, Lull Songstra, and Gene Rick Hoss the stable known as Coming Attraction Productions.

*The three walk to the ring smiling and looking really smug about themselves. Tim Cruis and Lull Songstra give the fans no interaction as they are in there own little ego driven world while Gene Rick Hoss walks behind them looking like a typical bodyguard you get at film premieres dressed in a tux. They enter the ring and act as if they are the only important thing in the world the crowd naturally gives them hell.*

JIM ROSS: Never have I seen such arrogance from this stable Jesse.

JESSE: Nah Ross, you got it all wrong Coming Attraction Productions are the next big starts, there is no denying it these guys are oscar winners in my book[/I]

*As Jesse’s words end the music once again flicks to Testify by Rage Against the Machine*

THE FINK: Introducing their survivor team mates … weighing in at 814lbs … Joe One, Christopher Indigo and "The Killionare" Richard Clay .. they are …The Ministry of Peace, Minipax!!

*On that announcement the team walks out from the backstage area to a chorus of boos

JIM ROSS: As usual Minipax are getting the harsh end of these fans opinion, and they damm well deserve it.

JESSE: Well these guys may be unpopular Ross, but they certainly have a good winning record here in the EWT.

*The crowd reaction is of no concern to Joe One and the rest of Minipax, he heads to the ring solely intent on gaining the stable titles tonight his stable mates following him. With five stables in the ring now things are heating up and the referee is having a hard time keeping the peace … Suddenly that awful song by Uncle Kracker breaks through the sound system it is of course … th X-Factor verion of ‘What 'Chu Lookin at?’ the crowd responds with hate filled booing …*

THE FINK: and introducing the final stable hailing from ….

*The Fink is interrupted as X-Pac suddenly comes flying through the entrance way and lies unconscious his face bleeding like a cracked coconut. The X-Factor music abruptly ends and in it’s place ‘Moving on up’ starts up.*

JIM ROSS: Oh No! Surely he isn’t going to …

*Out from the back walks Curly Long the Midget King a microphone in hand, the other stables in the ring watch*

CURLY LONG: Put a sock in it Finkel, this is Curly Long’s time now! .. ahem … Ladies and gentlemen this man here *points at X-Pac* is no longer the leader of X-Factor … I am!! … and with that you should now call us the Long-Factor!!

*Curly makes a hand signal and in possibly the worst musical combination ever ‘Moving on Up’ is mixed into the ‘X-Factor theme tune’. Out from the back walks Albert and Justin Credible. The crowd can’t believe this or their ears and chant ‘VLB’ as they head to the ring*

JESSE: You know Ross, I take it back my new favourite to win the stable titles is now the Midget King, this man has scored a coup here specially after his two giants destroyed Raftshack earlier!

JIM ROSS: This isn’t right Curly Long ever the opportunist has just got himself into the title picture again!!

*With all six teams in the ring things are looking very packed, the referee starts demanding teams move to the apron and after arguments a plenty it seems that we are starting this survivor series match with Moxie and Richard Clay*

*The Bell Rings*

With eight men on the outside and two in the middle the match is now underway and instantly Moxie and Clay tie up. Neither seems to get the upper hand until Clay rakes the eyes of Moxie, Moxie stumbles back a bit as Clay follows with a quick knee to the chest and then throws him into the ropes. Moxie rebounds but gets taken dwon with a clothesline by ‘The Killionaire who goes for an early cover.

1,2 …

Moxie kicks out and rolls to avoid an elbow drop that misses the mark, Clay back to his feet runs at Moxie but this time Moxie is ready and hits him with an armdrag into an armbar. Moxie works the arm as Clay reaches for a tag but is just too far away. They get to there feet and Moxie drags him over to his corner and tags in Liam Valentine. Liam climbs in and takes a shot at Clay’s exposed ribs, then having him in a headlock tries a running bulldog. Clay though throws him out of it and into the opposing corner. Liam can’t stop as Gene Rick Hoss puts up a boot,which he runs into face first. Liam falls to the mat as Clay tries to tag out to Joe One but instead Tim Cruis intercepts and tags himself in.

JIM ROSS: Looks like that team is going to have some problems Jesse.

JESSE: You got that right Ross, I don’t think Coming Attraction Productions and Minipax are really ideal as teammates.

JIM ROSS: Far too many Egos.

Indeed Joe One has stepped in the ring to confront Tim Cruis who give a wide arm gesture as if to say what did I do wrong? This gives Liam Valentine the opportunity to try a quick Roll up on Tim Cruis.

1,2 …

Tim Cruis kicks out and looks shocked he nearly lost there as Liam tries a dropkick, Tim Cruis though catches Liam’s feet but then gets pulled into a cradle pin.

1,2 …

No Tim Cruis has countered it into his own pinning move and now he’s holding the ropes as well!

1,2,3.

Tim Cruis eliminates Liam Valentine by holding the ropes. As the announcer informs the fans Moxie and Andy Davidson can’t believe it as there team is now down to two.

JESSE: Just shows Ross, this match is about teamwork, not individuals.

Tim Cruis gives an arrogant smirk but is blind to the sudden attack by Crush who has made himself the legal man. Crush hammers into him and slams him into the canvas before dropping an elbow. He then pounds on him and drags him to their corner. Crush tags in Ax, but immediately seeing the huge man bearing down on him Tim Cruis bails from the ring tagging in Justin Credible on his way. Ax hasn’t stopped though and grabs Credible by the neck and hurls him into the ring before nailing him with a poweslam. Curly Long is trying to get his man to fight back but the surprise has caught Credible out and Curly and Albert can only watch as Credible gets nailed by the Demolition Decapitation. Smash now the legal man covers.

1,2,3.

Justin Credible has been eliminated. Smash waits as Christopher Indigo steps inside the ring, but he wants a member of Team Ireland, he points at them demanding they step in the ring. Team Ireland huddle but when Smash goes near to make a tag to them they all drop off the apron to the floor.

The crowd boos

Smash shrugs and tags in Crush instead. Crush steps forward a smile on his face painted mug as he comes at Indigo. Crush and Indigo tie up as Team Ireland step up to the apron again. Crush gains the leverage and throws Indigo into the ropes who tries to come back with a shoulder block which has little effect on the big man. Crush laughs and catches indigo with a right and then attacks with axe-handles to the back. Indigo in trouble rolls away with Crush following. Indigo gets back to his feet and manages to slip round the side of Crush and catch him with a neckbreaker. Crush holding his head gets back to this feet but Christopher Indigo from out of nowhere lands a devastating Lariat on Crush! Indigo then sees Ax then entering the ring and runs at him for a clothesline. Indigo ducks, however, and runs for the ropes. Ax goes to help up Crush, when suddenly Indigo springboards off the top rope and cross bodies the two face-painted men.

The crowd impressed applauds

Inidgo tags out to Albert who charges in and clotheslines Ax out of the ring to the floor below. Crush in a world of hurt turns right into a patented Albert Bicycle Kick knocking him back down to the canvas hard. Albert covers …

1,2,3.

Crush is eliminated but Albert is suddenly attacked by all three members of Team Ireland who assault him in the ring. The referee tries to regain order but the damage has been done as Shane Malone has firm control now. Shane Malone the giant hulk of a man easily lifts Albert up and slams him down with authority with a body slam. He then follows with a legdrop and then a cover …

1,2 …

Albert kicks out much to the relief of Curly Long. Albert gets up but Shane Malone continues to hammer on him with some rights, Albert tries to shrug them off but is soon dragged to Team Ireland’s corner and tags out to Aidan Donnely. Donnely quickly makes his presence felt at the shouting of Coach O’Hare as he nails Albert with a european uppercut and then followed with a reverse DDT. He covers …

1,2 …

Albert is still too strong and kicks out and gets to his feet Donnely not one to back down continues on but gets caught out and nailed by a Baldo Bomb! Both men are down as they head to there corners …

*The crowd cheers as the tags are made.*

Gene Rick Hoss enters the ring, attempting to look as intimidating as possible stomping awkwardly around the ring, as Andy Davidson just stares back, not at all impressed. Hoss pulls up his trunks, then charges full speed, which for him is the speed of a glacier, as Davidson easily steps aside, watching him bounce off the ropes. He comes back, charging at his opponent again, who again sidesteps, Hoss once again coming off the ropes as Andy Davidson charges and lays him out with a running Flatliner. Hoss's head bounces hard off the canvas as he winces in pain, his assaulter simply laughing at this, as Hoss struggles to his feet, only to get clotheslined back down. Hoss rises again, receiving next a DDT for his troubles, as Davidson quickly walks over to the top turnbuckle, quickly coming off with a leg drop! Hoss starts crying, clutching his throat, as Andy Davidson just awkwardly stares.

JESSE: Where did they get this guy?

JIM ROSS: I don’t Know Jesse, perhaps central casting?

Pulling the big baby up to his feet and Andy Davidson casually avoids a lamely thrown punch and then nails Hoss with the Eagle's Landing. Andy covers … None of the CAP or any of the other team mates team mates seem to care about saving him as they all just stand on the apron, watching in total pity.

1....2....3

Gene Rick Hoss has been eliminated!!! Andy Davidson gets to his feet and calls for someone else to come have a go. Joe One enters the ring to accept this challenge, they tie up and after a series of reversals neither man has gained the advantage.

The crowd applauds

The two men tie up again but this time Joe One follows an armbar reversal with a headbutt. Andy Davidson holds his head in pain as Joe One charges into him with a follow up spear. Andy Davidson goes down as Joe One begins to climb the turnbuckle tagging Richard Clay on his way, wait a second, Ax has rushed up and shoved Joe One off into the barricade! Richard Clay takes offence to this and both him and AX tumble to the outside with Andy Davidson still out in the ring.

JIM ROSS: BAWH GAWWWD He fell 16ft feet!!

Joe One having hit the railings head first slumps to the floor but this has caused chaos as other members of Minipax rush to aid there leader and we have a full out brawl going on outside the ring. Between Minipax and Demolition. Curly Long takes the opportunity here to low blow Richard Clay while the referee is so busy.

JIM ROSS: Did you see that Curly just low blowed one of his own team mates!

JESSE: There can only be one stable, Ross.

The referee signals to the time keeper who rings the bell furiously, The Fink gets a microphone as Moxie and Team Ireland look on Meanwhile the referee continues to make the count.

THE FINK: The referee has ruled that both member so of demolitoon have been eliminated as a result of a disqualification!

The crowd boos loudly, but Richard Clay is still outside the ring taken out by Curly Long’s low blow, while Joe One is struggling to his side of the apron.

The Bell Rings again.

THE FINK: Richard Clay has been eliminated due to count out!

Christopher Indigo can’t believe it and this match has really heated up with participants being eliminated in record time!

JIM ROSS: For those folks at home, the current sides are Moxie, Andy Davidson and the whole of Team Ireland vs Joe One & Christopher Indigo, Tim Cruis & Lull Songstra, Curly Long & Albert.

Back in the ring and Andy Davidson tags out to Moxie, meanwhile Lull Songsta has made himself the legal man. The two men watch each other carefully before tieing up, they press against each other but both push away before tieing up again Lull throws Moxie away but he comes right back with a shoulder block knocking him down. Lull is back to his feet again but is met by a jawbreaker and then a low dropkick by Moxie. Moxie keeps on him but Lull kicks him off and grabs him by the arm and throws him into the ropes, Moxie hits the ropes only for Sean McCann to make a blind tag. Moxie unaware kicks away Lull’s back flip attempt and plants him with a northern lights suplex. Sean McCann gives Moxie a soccer kick to end that pin count and nails Lull with Donegal Drop instead and covers.

1,2,3 …

Sean McCann pins Lull Songstra. As Tim Cruis rips off his sunglasses in fury at being the only one left on his team Moxie is back up and shoves Sean McCann.

JIM ROSS: I think business is about to pick up here Jesse.

JESSE: Well Ross, Moxie shouldn’t be trying to steal the limelight here, even if he is a former champion.

JIM ROSS: What?! McCannis the one who kicked him in the ribs!

Moxie and Sean McCann are getting into a heated argument and now Andy Davidson and the rest of Team Ireland are in the ring! Things are breaking down here. Wait Sean McCann has just fallen to the floor the referee makes the count!

1,2,3.

Sean McCann has been eliminated!

JIM ROSS: Bawhh Gawd that no good Curly Long has stolen one here, he ran in and got a cheap pin!

Curly Long scampers back out and tags Albert as Sean McCann is forced to leave. Shane Malone remains in the ring to face the other big man. The two hosses collide and trade a series of punches, Albert appears to have the advantage and is looking for that double chokehold sit out powerbomb. Shane Malone knocks him away though and catches him with the "Gal-A-Way Slam".

1,2,3 …

Albert is saved by Curly Long there but Shane Malone catches the midget and press slams him out of the ring to the floor. Shane Malone turns around to see the hairy locomotive of Albert charging full speed, Shane Malone dips out of the way and Albert crashes and burns into Christopher Indigo. He stumbles out right into an "Irish Car Bomb"!

1,2,3.
Albert has been eliminated. The crowd cheers as with Curly Long out on the floor, Joe One still recovering from falling 16ft feet and Christopher Indigo recovering from being hit by the 300 pound Albert it leaves only Tim Cruis to get in the ring. Reluctantly Tim Cruis enters and Shane Malone tags himself out to Andy Davidson. Andy is only to keen to get to grips with Tim Cruis after he eliminated Liam Valentine and the two men meet in the ring. After a brief tie up, they settle on chopping the hell out of each other the crowd chanting along. Tim Cruis has the advantage with a rake to the eyes and then tries to roll up Davidson with his feet on the ropes again. Davidson somehow kicks out only to be hit with a snap suplex but Cruis takes too much time gloating about it and is nailed by a running spinebuster from Davidson who has now lost it with this prima donna of the movie world. Davidson starts throwing out Running Spinebusters with Cruis getting a second and Indigo who had run in to help getting one too, even the referee finds himself on the end of one. Donnelly throws the snooker cue to the Eagle, and just like that Joe One recieves a blow to the head, Indigo takes a shot while lying on the ground, and Cruis finds that he now is singing soprano thanks to Davidson’s snooker cue chaos.

JIM ROSS: Davidson is a man on a mission and he is cooking on gas

JESSE: But maybe him going at this speed will cost him, Ross.

Davidson throws the cue out of the ring and as the ref is getting up runs at Cruis, and misses the bicycle kick causing him to get tangled in the ropes. Cruis sees the opportunity and lands forearms after forearms, busting open Davidson's nose in the process. Cruis grabs the bleeding Eagle and lands him with the Lights, Camera, Traction and pulls the leg of Davidson's leg and goes for the cover …

1,2,3 …

No Davidson gets his foot on the ropes out barely, Cruis can’t believe it and in his shock fails to see the 3ft tall Midget with the snooker cue. Tim Cruis falls to the ground in agony as ‘The Eagle’ makes the cover.

1,2,3

Tim Cruis is eliminated, the crowd cheers as the CAP are history, but before they can get to there feet for real applause Curly Long leaps off the turnbuckle and clamps himself around the neck of Andy Davidson.

JESSE: That’s the Curly Clutch Ross!

Andy Davidson who was still barely on his feet from Tim Cruis’s finishing manoeuvre can do nothing and taps to Curly Long’s finishing move.

The crowd starts up a Curly sucks chant

Andy ‘The Eagle’ Davidson has been eliminated. Curly Long watches ‘The Eagle’ leave and turns around to find himself looking at a tree trunk. Curly looks up to find ‘The Celtic Giant’ staring down at him. Curly quickly dives under the big mans legs and heads up top and leap back a perfect midget version of a moonsault! It connects …

JESSE: Oooooh!

… and the Midget King bounces off like he hit a brick wall. Shane Malone grabs the self-declared main-event midget and slams him down into the ground with a powerbomb. Curly holds his back and begs off as the giant grins grabbing the bald headed midget by the head. Shane Malone is looking for the Giant's Causeway, but Curly the dirty little midget bites the celtic giants’ hand. Shane Malone howls in pain as Curly scrambles to the outside stealing the hurley stick with an Irish Tricolour from Coach O’Hare on his way. Shane Malone and Coach O'Hare chase after the midget up the aisle & backstage despite protests from Aidan who has been left on his own. The referee has no choice and makes a ten count.

THE FINK: Both Shane Malone and Curly Long have been counted out!

[Ultimo Chocula]

The fans don’t quite know what to make of it but this match is now down to four men and three possible winners. Aidan Donnelly steps into the ring to face off with Christopher Indigo.

JIM ROSS: It’s Team Ireland versus Minipax

JESSE: I don’t know Ross, now that the playing field has levelled out I think Moxie has a good chance of winning.

The two men tired circle each other, and then tie up. Indigo starts to gain the leverage and tires a monkey flip but Aidan counters into his own only for Indigo to catch him with a back heel kick to the face. Aidan stunned can do nothing as Indigo tries to Irish Whip him but it gets reversed. Aidan dodges Indigo’s clothesline on the return and comes back off the ropes with a cross body … but no! .. Indigo caught Aidan and rolled through into a cover!

1,2 …

Aidan kicks out and catches Indigo with a quick punch to the gut before rolling him up for his own pinfall attempt.

1,2 …

Indigo kicks out and tires to beg off Aidan Donnelly who is now running on adrenaline … Aidan shakes his head as Indigo on his knees backs off his hands up in true ‘Ric Flair’ style … Aidan is having none of it and grabs Chance by the hair and drags him to his corner and asks Moxie for a tag. Moxie unsure of Aidan’s intentions as he can’t be trusted takes the tag carefully. Moxie knees Indigo in the chest and lifts him up the turnbuckle. With one quick elbow Moxie pulls back and nails Indigo with a superplex of the top rope!

JIM ROSS: What Impact!

Indigo cries out in pain as Moxie covers …

1,2,3 …

No Joe One has rushed in and broken up the pinfall. Aidan Donnelly has also got in and now all four men are in the ring. They all trade punches and get taken to opposite corners. Aidan and Moxie on the receiving end of a Minipax attack. They nod to each other and irish whip each opponent out but Moxie and Aidan show some unseen teamwork and mange to avoid each other and then slam into there opposite opponents. In return Moxie and Aidan whip the Minipax guys out who stop in front of each other to avoid a collision. Moxie and Aidan don’t dither though and hit the two with twin dropkicks. Both Minipax members go down, but quickly return to their feet only for Aidan to give Joe One a back elbow out of the ring. Meanwhile Moxie hits Indigo with a ground level ‘Oracle’ and then covers. …

1,2,3

Christopher Indigo has been eliminated! Moxie gets up and takes in the crowds cheers as Joe One leans over the apron seeing that his partner has been eliminated and it is now 2 on 1. Moxie still the legal man waits for Joe One to get in the ring. Meanwhile Aidan Donnelly returns to his side of the …

JIM ROSS: That No good Donnelly!! He’s back stabbed Moxie!!

Donnelly has nailed Moxie with an unprettier and is motioning Joe One to get in an pin him. Joe One slowly enters the ring and drapes a hand over Moxie …

1,2,3 …

Moxie kicks out! Aidan can’t believe it and neither can Joe One! Joe One back up on unsteady feet lifts Moxie up and goes for a quick back drop but Moxie slips out of it and shoves Joe One to one side. Moxie stares a whole in Aidan Donnelly who feigns not getting involved. Moxie is not having any of it and goes to grab Aidan but is charge from behind by Joe One. All three men collide and the referee claims a tag was made. Joe One pulls Moxie back but Moxie brings Aidan with him. Joe One and Aidan get control and try a double suplex but Moxie flips up out of it and connects with a neckbreaker on both Aidan and Joe One! Moxie then drags Joe one on top of Aidan.

1,2,3.

Aidan Donnelly has been eliminated! Aidan slams the mat in frustration and rolls out as both a very tired Moxie and Joe One stare each other down.

JESSE: This is it Ross, the time for all bets to close, who will be EWT Stable Champion?

The two men weary lock up and Moxie slips around the back. Joe One tries to elbow him off but can’t quite hit him. Moxie using this attack catches an arm and attempts a backslide pin attempt.

1,2 …

Joe One kicks out of it only to get a dropkick the face from Moxie. Moxie grabs Joe One and clotheslines him down to make sure he is at the end of his tether. Moxie signals to the corner as he drags Joe One up to the top of the corner post.

JIM ROSS: Could we see an Oracle, Jesse?

Moxie hooks the arm over, no wait Joe One has some fight left and hammers on Moxie. They trade punches until Joe Oen pushes Moxie off where he hits the canvas hard. Joe One dazed but fighting rises up surveys where Moxie has landed and he flys!

…

Crashing to the cold hard canvas! His attempted Phoenix Splash finding nothing as Moxie rolled to the side at the last second. The crowd are on there feet as both men slowly rise to there feet under a ten count. Joe One strikes out with a kick but Moxie catches the foot, spins Joe one around boots him in the gut and sets him up for The Oracle. Moxie lifts but Joe One blocks it. Moxie bashes him in the ribs and lifts again. He gets the height no wait Joe One reverses into First Lightning! … He’s got it locked in!! Will He??

Moxie has no where to go and taps to the variation of the Dragon Sleeper!

*The Bell Rings*

THE FINK: Your winners of the EWT Stable Titles … MiniPax, The Ministry of Peace!

*The crowd boos loudly as Joe One staggering on his feet is presented the EWT Stable titles, Chris Indigo and Richard Clay come from out of the back and all three men hold the Stable Titles up for MiniPax! AS the confetti falls and the crowd boos Moxie roll to the outside. Once again he helped put on a great match but the gold remains out of reach.*

[Ultimo Chocula]

Howard Finkel stands in the middle of the ring, holding a microphone.

Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen... this next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWT Ox-Division Championship!

A little graphic pops up on the screen, displaying the Ox title.

Howard Finkel: Introducing first, the challenger!

Silvertide's Ain't Coming Home starts up as The Fink continues to speak.

Howard Finkel: He hails from San Diego, California! Weighing in at 219 lbs... Jack Jupiter!

Jack Jupiter steps out onto the stage and looks around, actually getting quite a bit of cheers. Blinking a few times as he gazes at the crowd, he makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring. He gives himself a couple of quick slaps to the face to wake himself up, as his music fades out.

Howard Finkel: And the champion...

Eminem's Square Dance starts up...

Howard Finkel: He hails from Los Angeles, California, and is the EWT Ox-Division Champion! Weighing in at 225 lbs... Cassinova!

Right about then. the actually words of the song begin to play, and Cassinova walks out to the beat as the crowd boos him on. Wearing his dragon-emblazened tights instead of jeans for this occasion, he cockily holds his title in the direction of those that boo him as he walks down the ramp.

Styles: Well, I hope each of these men prepared for this match, as it won't be a cakewalk.

JBL: What are you talking about? Cassinova knew what he was doing when he made this match. This is going to be no problem for him.

Styles: I... don't think Cassinova has ever seen a Jack Jupiter match before, John...

JBL: Nonsense! Of course he has!

No, he hasn't. Cassinova rolls into the ring and feigns handing the referee his title, before snatching it away and climbing to the top turnbuckle. He gives the Randy Orton pose with the belt, as the crowd boos the young upstart as usual. Jack Jupiter leans against the ropes on the other side of the ring as Cassinova jumps back into the ring. He hands the referee his title and stretches for a moment as his music fades out.

Styles: Well, here we are... Jack Jupiter's big shot.

JBL: It's make or break for Jack Jupiter here. You can ask any EWT superstar, including Cassinova; winning a title belt this early in your EWT career could project you to superstar status in a heartbeat. Unfortunately for Jack, to be the champion, you've to beat the champion. And that will be no easy task.

Styles: No, it won't, but he doesn't have a lot to lose and has everything to gain, here. Cassinova has to defeat Jack Jupiter to retain his Ox-Division Championship, and that will be no easy task.

JBL: Well, it's the clumsy young Jupiter boy against the top dog in the Ox-Division. My money's on Cass.

Back in the ring, the referee has handed the belt to a ringside assistant and moves out of the way of the action, before calling for the bell. Jack stares Cassinova down, while Cassinova leans on the ropes, pretending to file his nails. Jupiter ignores this disrespectful gesture, and waits for Cassinova's little charade to end. Eventually, Nova gets bored and walks to the center of the ring, calling for a test of strength. He holds an arm up in the arm and beckons Jack to try him. After taking a moment to study the champ, Jupiter slowly approaches him and grabs his lifted hand. Steadily, the two lift their free hands to try and complete the grapple hold, but Cassinova suddenly lets go and kicks Jack in the stomach! Jack doubles over, clutching his mid-section as Cassinova turns around and taunts the booing crowd.

Styles: I should've expected that.

JBL: Yep, and Jack Jupiter should've as well.

After taking a good while to tell the crowd how clever he is, Cassinova turns back around, only to receive a kick and a snap suplex! Jack floats on top of him for the pin!

1...

Cass kicks out and quickly makes it to his feet. Jack gets up just as quick, and the two have another staredown. Cassinova looks surprised, as if he hadn't expected Jack to pull that off. Shaking off the initial shock, he rushes Jack and attempts a lariat, but Jack ducks under his arm and drops him from behind with a reverse DDT! Jack covers again!

1...

2...

Cass kicks out and rolls out of the ring. His expression of shock and anger gives away what he is thinking, and with fire in his eyes he rolls back into the ring. Jack is held back by the referee as Cassinova makes his way into the ring, with allows Cass to toss the referee aside and nail a cheapshot onto Jack. Jupiter stumbles backwards into the ropes, and Nova nails some hard forearms to his face. With him laying groggily on the ropes, Cassinova runs to the opposite ropes, rebounds off, and cactus clotheslines Jack Jupiter out of the ring!

Styles: The fight has already spilled outside of the ring!

Both of them lay on the ground outside of the ring, with Cassinova standing up first. He picks Jack Jupiter up and rolls him back into the ring, before telling the fans exactly where they can stick it. Soon after, he climbs into the ring after Jack before kicking him in the ribcage as he attempts to make his way to his feet! Jack goes down holding his mid-section, and Cassinova immediately picks him back up again. With Jack standing, Nova lifts him and drops him with a spinebuster! Cassinova pins!

1...

2...

Jack rolls out of the pin. Cassinova makes it to his feet and taunts Jack as he begins to do the same. The Ox champion motions that he's going for some kind of kick as Jack finally stands up--albeit facing away from his opponent. After a second to shake out the cobbwebs, Jack turns around just in time to duck an oncoming mafia kick from Cassinova! Ending up behind him, he grabs his arms in a full nelson and flips Cassinova with a dragon suplex! He holds for a pin!

1...

2...

Cassinova kicks out! Cass rolls on the mat, holding his neck and letting out the occasional groan, as Jack Jupiter stands and walks over to him.

Styles: I bet this isn't what Cassinova had planned! I Jack keeps this up, we'll have a new Ox-Division Champion!

Jack grabs the legs of the shocked Ox Division Champion, kicking each one a few times before spinning around and dropping, to apply an Indian Deathlock in the middle of the ring, keeping Cassinova away from the ropes as Jack twists him about like a human pretzel, Cass’ legs bunched up and going every which-way. As Jack applies pressure, Cassinova attempts to crawl to the ropes, but Jack keeps the pressure on.

JBL: Come on, Cassinova! You can’t get rolled by this nobody!

Cassinova, stuck in the middle of the ring, stretches himself over to Jack, letting out a groan and pulling the stringy blonde hair of the young man, in an effort to force him to let go. Before he can get disqualified, Cassinova lets go instantly after Jack releases the hold and scrambles to his feet, checking to make sure a long lock has not been lost from the pulling. Behind him, the Ox Division Champion shakily gets off, slapping each of his legs to numb the pain from the hold. As Jack turns around to face him, Jupiter receives a poke to the eyes that sends him staggering back, allowing Cass time to regain his composure.

Styles: I hate when he does this…

JBL Aw, c’mon. He’s using strategy, and trust me, as I’ve learned, that’s how a champion keeps his title gold. Haha!

With Jack temporarily blinded, Cassinova hits a couple of punches, sending him back, and then grabbing him around the body to hit a scoop slam, bringing him down to the mat. Jack gets up before he can hit anymore offense, and the young Jupiter is met with a dropkick that sends him against the ropes.

Styles: Are we going to see more outside action?

Cassinova, hoping that lightning will strike twice, makes a mad dash towards Jack, but the tenacious young Jupiter jumps almost quite literally right onto him, launching into him and up with a flapjack dropkick, sending Cassinova down to the mat.

Styles: Jack Jupiter here is putting up quite a fight!

Jack Jupiter, the advantage on his side, climbs out of ring and onto the apron. He signals to the fans he’s up to something big, and with both of his hands on the ropes, he leaps into the air and flips over mid-air, releasing the ropes and coming down straight at the champion, back first.

JBL: Tope Atomico!

Styles: If Jack lands this, Cassinova could be in huge trouble!

Cassinova spots it, aiming to roll out of the way, but before he can, the light heavyweight Jack Jupiter comes crushing down right onto him, knocking the wind right of him. Realizing what move he hit, Jack Jupiter sits up with a look of surprise and amazement on his face. Loudly he yells something out.

Jack: I CAN WIN THIS MATCH!

JBL: What the hell kind of battle cry is that?!

As the crowd cheers, Jack quickly covers the champion, hoping that he might just have gotten his big break!

1…

2…

Kickout from Cass, who rolls out of the way, getting up and clutching his midsection for a moment. Jack Jupiter rushes at him, but the Champ is quick to react, catching him and powerslamming him right down, onto the mat. With Jack knocked down out of shock from this change in events, it seems to Cassinova that this may be a good time to go for the cover.

1…

2…

Jack kicks out, seeming pretty steamed, his face turned a brilliant crimson red; his hair looking as if someone had squirted mustard into a big pool of ketchup. Jack flips into a standing position, the crowd cheering in awe. He goes for a punch, sending Cass back, and gets hit with a punch himself, reeling back. Back and forth, the two men are exchanging blows. Cassinova gets a stronger punch in, grabbing Jack and going for a brainbuster. Unfortunately for him, Jack flips right behind him, landing onto his feet!

Styles: The Champion needs to be more careful. Jack Jupiter is going toe to toe with him, and may just have another opening!

With his arms, Jack Jupiter goes to apply a sleeper onto Cassinova, holding it in for a moment. Just as it seems he may have the advantage yet again, Cass uses his arms to apply a cravat onto Jack Jupiter, immobilizing him. Jack makes the rookie mistake of letting go to elbow Cassinova in the stomach a few times, but sadly for him, the Champ switches his hand’s position a bit and delivers a snapmare driver, planting Jack Jupiter’s head right onto the mat. With the groggy Jupiter, Cassinova drags and places him onto a nearby turnbuckle.

Styles: Uh oh, I think he’s going for a tornado DDT!

Just as Cassinova grabs the head of the young Jack Jupiter, Jack launches himself forward into Cass like a spear, causing both men to hit the mat with a violent crash!

JBL: That’ll knock the wind right out of you!

The two lay on the ground, with Jack stirring slightly. Cassinova groans and begins to move after Jack does, crawling to the ropes in an effort to make it to his feet. Jack stands with his own strength, and waits for Cass to do the same. Jack is starting to feel the adrenaline, and eagerly awaits Cass to stand up to put this one away. Cassinova groggily makes it to his feet near a corner, with his back turned to Jack. Taking a few seconds to breathe, his frustration begins to build and he turns around in time to catch Jack rushing him! In one swift motion, he jumps out of the way and watches as Jack's chest bangs against the corner, before spinning him around, kicking him, and planting him with an evenflow DDT! Cassinova covers!

1...

2...

Jack kicks out!

Styles: Jack Jupiter, refusing to stay down!

Cassinova appears disappointed with the referee's count, and raises to a kneeling position to explain to the referee that it was three. The referee ignores his complaining, and Cassinova drops the matter entirely. Wanting to end this now, he decides to put Jack down with something he can't kick out of.

Cassinova turns back towards Jack and steps on him on the way to the ropes, before climbing out onto the apron.

JBL: Looks like Cassinova's going for Head Trauma here. If he pulls this one off, you can say nighty-night, Jack!

Cassinova yells back into the ring at Jack Jupiter as he waits for him to make it to his feet. Jack begins to stand very slowly, holding his aching head. He winces in pain as he holds his forehead, his back facing Cass. Jack stumbles and wobbles a little bit, as the DDT dizzied him, but eventually finds it within himself to turn around and look for Cassinova. As he does, Cass jumps onto the top rope from the apron, spinning 180 degrees as he does so. From the top, he springboards off and spins back towards Jack in attempt to grab his head for a tornado DDT and complete Head Trauma!

Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for Jack Jupiter, Jack's instinct allows for him to grab Cassinova in mid-air and plant him with a spinebuster! Cassinova lands awkwardly on his neck and shoulders, and lays on the ground motionless.

JBL: Ballgame!

Styles: That could be it! If Jack pins him here, we could have a new Ox-Division Champion!

The crowd knows this as well, and are buzzing loudly as Jack makes it back to his feet. Seeing Cassinova laying on the ground without motion, he wipes the sweat from his forehead and bends to pin him. As he does so, his eyes glance toward the corner once. He does a double-take, and now stares at the corner, almost hungrily. He looks back towards Cass, and to the turnbuckle once more. He does the split-take between them a few times, before smiling slightly, and pointing towards the turnbuckle!

JBL: What the hell is he doing? He has this thing won! If you want to succeed, you have to pin somebody once in a while!

Styles: Jack wants to make an impression on EWT tonight!

Jack quickly drags Cassinova over to the turnbuckle, before jumping to the top and sizing him up! Taking a moment to look at the fans, and then a moment to catch his breath and prepare himself for the leap, he jumps off of the turnbuckle and flips for a 450 splash! Camera bulbs flash across the arena as he ascends and descends, but at the same time... Cassinova manages to desperately roll out of the ring--as he ascends and descends.

Styles: Cassinova moved!

JBL: I told you! He went too far and let his pride get the best of him! Now he's paying for it!

Jack Jupiter crashes and burns onto the mat, as Cassinova tiredly pulls himself up to his feet and rolls back into the ring. Jack rolls to the center, as an exhausted Cass stands to his feet. Wasting no time before running over to Jack and picking him up, he follows this up by kicking Jack in the stomach and setting him up in a DDT. The crowd boos heavily, as Cass rolls his hands to signal for his flip DDT, before rolling forward and delivering it!

JBL: DreamDriver! Call it a night!

Jack's head bounces off of the mat and he lays limp, just as Cass rolls him over and lounges on him for a pin...

1...

2...

3!

The bell rings, and a very relieved Cassinova rolls off of Jack to many boos.

Finkel: Here's your winner... and STILL EWT Ox-Division Champion... Cassinova!

"Square Dance" starts back up as Cassinova makes it to his feet, snatching his championship away from the referee and pushing him away when he attempts to raise his hand.

Styles: Well... that's it. Cassinova successfully defends again, in a match I'm sure he didn't think would be as challenging as it was.

JBL: That just shows you that he can adapt easily. What he lacks in the ability to scout and... you know... think, he redeems for in his natural ability to wrestle. It can't be too long now before everyone else starts to see in this young man what I see.

The crowd continues to boo as Cassinova jumps onto the top turnbuckle and gives his trademark "spread-arms" pose that he jacked from Randy Orton. He holds his title in his right hand and he does so, before jumping off and hugging the strap to his chest. Jack begins to stir as Cass rolls out of the ring with his belt, backing up the ramp as Jack begins to look on. Holding his head in pain, but feeling confident, Jack staggers up to his feet, wobbling a bit. After Cass has left, “Square Dance” dies down, and the crowd’s attention focuses on the defiant young man, cheering him on for his efforts. As he stumbles out of the ring and up the ramp, the camera cuts to our next segment.

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“Na nana na!”

*Gwen Stefani’s ‘Rich Girl’ blares into the crowd’s ears. A few grumble, knowing that’s what will stick in their heads for the rest of the night. The lights dim..and turn a Pepto-Bismol pink color. Everyone’s favorite drama queen steps out, draped in pink and fur. She’s blowing kisses and has that You-WANT-ME-ADMIT-it look going on. She tucks a strand of platinum blond hair back into it’s natural place- thanks to oodles of mousse. She looks disgustedly at the ring for a nanosecond, and steps between the ropes, careful not to touch the mat just yet.
“Arriving from the OC, standing in at five-feet five inches…Mella! Drom! ATTOC!”
She stands on a ringpost, and blows a kiss, winks, and poses in the center of the ring. After this, she takes off her see-through pink cape, and throws it at the announce table. She flicks a piece of dirt from her nails, blows one last smooch to the audience, and looks toward the entrance, her pouting face concealing ill intent.*

*The crowd is just starting to quiet down when Megadeth’s “Peace Sells” blasts over the speakers and is greeted with loud boos, but the lights remain the same. Out walks Terina, her long brown hair held in place with a diamond and gold-encrusted beret, and, oddly enough, wearing a pair of leather boots, tight blue jeans, and brown, short-sleeved shirt, rings on a few of her neatly manicured fingers, and a blank look on her face.*

“Hailing from San Diego, California, TEEEEERIIIIIIIINAAAAA!”

*Terina hurriedly walks down to the ring and nondescriptly slides in, dusting herself off and cracking her knuckles as the music dies down. The crowd goes silent in an instant, and the referee calls for the bell.*

DING DING DING!

*The two women stare at each other for a second, and Terina can’t conceal a chuckle at her opponent. Mella huffs up, and places her hands on her hips. The bell rings. Mella makes a squeaking noise and Terina comes at her. She runs to the other side of the ring, and sticks her tongue out at Terina. The audience stares, completely dumbfounded. Terina puts her arms out in a lock-up stance, and Mella shakes her head. After a second, Mella steps up and goes to poke at her opponent’s eyes, only for her moving hand to be grabbed at the arm and wrist by her opponent—as her large eyes bug out in shock--and chucked across the ring with an armdrag. Upon getting up, Mella feverishly checks her arm and shoulder as if seriously wounded. When she sees Terina walk towards her, she hops out of the ring and onto the apron, but as Terina inches closer--*

Mella: Get her away from the ropes!

Referee: …What?

Mella: I SAID DO IT!

*The referee shrugs and pulls Terina away from the ropes, allowing the soap-opera ’Star’ to step through the ropes. She casts a dirty glance at Terina, and dusts herself off-followed through by rushing toward to Terina and going for a tackle, only to be grabbed and lifted over the shoulders of the beautiful brunette, looking ever more disgusted as the match progresses, and brought down to the mat with a Mako Drop. Terina gets to her feet, and looks around in boredom. Mella replies by kicking her in the shin and getting up, to snap on a headlock. Terina quickly elbows out of it, and Mella pouts, groans, and holds her chest where she had been elbowed. Terina stares in disbelief of how the hit’s been treated. Mella dives under Terina’s legs, and wraps into a quick rollup.*

1!

2!

*Terina kicks out, stands, and slaps Mella. The diva looks stricken, and slaps back. Terina does a feint lunge toward Mella who cowers and pulls the referee in front of her. Taking a goofy stance, she peers over the referee’s shoulder. Terina is looking at her nails. Mella puffs up, ala Jigglypuff, and leaps at Terina, who sidesteps her, and places her foot on the crashed-and thusly-burned actresses’ neck.*

Terina: Stop being so pathetic!

*Mella scrambles, flails, and looks generally miserable. She shakes her head…and wails as loudly as she can. Terina looks down, and the referee makes her get off. Not one to fall for Mella’s act, she pulls the woman up and rag dolls her into a corner post. Mella’ bounces off, but Terina shoves her back into it, glaring. She hits various elbow, chop, kicking and punch combinations, and drops Mella with a side-Russian legsweep. Mella lets out a horrid screech and curls up slightly, clutching her midsection. Terina blows a strand of hair out of her face and and goes to the ropes for a Springboard Moonsault, hits her target dead-on.*

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2!

*Mella kicks out! Terina’s eye twitches. Mella rolls over, and gets back on her feet. She charges after Terina, who unexpectedly, actually gets thrown into the same turnbuckle Mella had previously occupied. Lil’ Miss Soap Star cheers for herself, and hits her Vixen Haze, and grabs Terina’s head to hit a Prima Donna, but gets hit with a shoulder square in the stomach. Quickly she lets go, and transitions behind to try to get a rollup.*

1!

2!

*Terina kicks out, and fully-irritated by the obnoxious overly dramatic sprite, decides to end it. Just as Attoc gets up, Terina plants her nails right in the eyes of the star, and violently rakes, making Mella shriek. Disgusted, Terina snap suplexes her down to the mat, and hauling her up slightly, locks in the Orb Weaver. To Terina’s, the audience’s, and the Referee’s immense relief and satisfaction, the woman taps out frantically.*

“By tournament rules, Mella Drom Attoc has been eliminated! Here is your winner, Terina, who goes on to compete in the next round of the Girls Next Door Tournament!”

*Mella looks saddened by this, and exits the ring to find her main men taking ahold of her indignant self and helping her up the entrance ramp. ”Peace Sells” starts to play again over the speakers, and brushing some rogue brown hairs to the side, the bored Terina exits the ring, passing the relieved fans—and angered Coming Attractions Productions—with an impatient, annoyed look and step. The camera cuts to the next segment…*

[Ultimo Chocula]

Finkel: ...The follow Handicap Elimination match is scheduled for one fall...introducing first...

*The sounds of "We Die Young" by Alice In Chains begins to play as the members of The Draugr appear on the ramp, amidst the darkness and fog of their entrance. Each member is carrying a stick and upon those sticks are flaming Jack 'O Lantern's. Entering the ring, they form a circle and raise the smoking props high above their heads*

Announcer: ...Being accompanied to the ring by Karma...Ghost Face, Corpse and Wraith...The Draugr!

* “Young, Dumb, & Ugly” by Weird Al begins to play over the speakers. *

*Jobby bursts from out of the EWT curtain, pointing at random members of the audience as he runs from the right to the left side of the stage. At the 0:29 mark, he runs back in the middle of the ramp and at the 0:37 Axel explodes from out of the EWT curtain. Jobby holds his hand out, while Axel basks in the cheers that they receive.*

Finkel: From Jobstown, NJ & Modesto, CA respectively... Weighting in at 498... "The Wrestle Posse"! Tenacious J!

*Axel leans in like Jobby, grabs his hand, and points at Jobby.*

Finkel: And A!

*Jobby grins very cheerily before giving a pair of thumbs up. He begins to walk down the ramp, while Axel is halted at the top of the ramp. Jobby runs around the sramp. As he runs from side to side to high five fans, Axel walks fast to catch up. Axel gives a slow spin as he catches up with Jobby before climbing the steps. He walks through the ropes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, giving little cheers as the crowd loves Jobby's hyper version of the Egyptian dance. Axel waves off the crowd, getting a few crowd members doing it back to him. He steps down just as Jobby rolls into the ring then proceeds to disrobe from his jacket. Jobby energetically points at Axel with both hands as Axel slowly reaches up for his shades. Axel pulls them off to a bit of fanfare then hands them off. His eyes focused on his opponents.*

*Corpse decides to start first for his team, walking to the center of the ring where Axel is seen glaring a hole through the horror collective. Corpse brushes some strands of blue hair aside and smirks at Axel before stopping just a few short feet away from him. He begins to look as though he's clearing his throat before spitting out a rather large, dark blue colored substance which splatters onto Halaway's chest. Axel glares down at the gunk, running his fingers across it with a scowl before exploding forward, tackling Corpse to the mat. He unloads on him with punches before snatching the groups "prophet" back to his feet. He hurls him into a corner and charges forward, only to unload with more punches. The referee gets in between the two, having some trouble with the heated Axel who argues with the official. While this is going on, Corpse shakes off the cobwebs and climbs to the middle rope. Once the ref is aside, Corpse leaps forward with a Dropkick attempt but Axel steps backwards, grabbing a hold of his legs as Corpse smacks back first onto the canvas. Still holding the legs, Axel spins around and Slingshots Corpse into the corner where he hits his head upon the top turnbuckle. Jobby is tagged into the match while Corpse stumbles about.

Axel stays in the ring, whipping Corpse into the ropes and when he rebounds back he catches him with a Drop Toe Hold. At the same time Jobby strikes with a Shoulder Tackle to complete a move known as "The Royal Seal". Jobby dives into a cover..

..One..

..Two..

Wraith breaks it up with a kick to the back of the skull.

Jobby recovers and lands a few punches before finishing with an Eyepoke, a striking maneuver known as the "Kaufman Kombo". He runs the ropes, towards The Draugr's corner as The Ref looks to the blinded Corpse. As Jobby hits the ropes, he's met with a stiff kick to the back of the neck, courtesy of Wraith. Jobby stumbles forward, directly into a Spinning Heel Kick from Corpse which takes him off his feet. Corpse stomps away at his opponent before tagging Wraith into the match who quickly drops into a choke, clutching his fingers tightly around the bright colored grappler's throat. At the ref's urging Wraith releases the choke and hauls Jobby to his feet, only to toss him through the middle rope and to the floor outside. Wraith shouts some obscene curses at Axel who quickly tries to enter the ring, but is stopped by the official. Meanwhile, Jobby is given a Double Russian Leg Sweep into the guard rail by Corpse and Ghost Face who then hauled him into the ring. Wraith hooks a leg..

..One..

..Two..

..Jobby throws a shoulder up. Wraith does not look amused as he whips Jobby into the ropes, looking for a Spinebuster, only to have Jobby counter with a DDT. Continuing with their surprising show of team work, Axel climbs to the top turnbuckle just as Jobby lifts Wraith up for a High Angle Backdrop. Axel steadies himself to leap when Karma climbs onto the apron, glaring up at her younger sibling. They meet eyes and begin to shout back at one another..Jobby still holding Wraith upwards..until Wraith wiggles free and shoves Jobby forward, right into the turnbuckle, crotching his team mate in the process. To his credit, Mr. McJobberston attempts to apologize, but this leaves him easier fodder for Corpse's "To The Bones", The Draugr member having rushed into the ring. With Axel still upon his uncomfortable position upon the top rope, Wraith pulls him off into a Death Valley Driver position. Corpse springs to where Axel had previously crotched himself, facing his team mate and opponents. He leaps forward, and in an amazing show of display agility, twists around in midair, now standing across Axel's back while he's still in the DVD position, Wraith holding them both upwards. From that height, Corpse performs a Moonsault which hits Jobby dead on. Wraith hits the Death Valley Driver onto Axel but seeing how Jobby is the legal man, he goes for the pin on him.

...One...

...Two...

...Three!*

Finkel: ...Jobby McJobberston has been eliminated!

*A chorus of boo's sounds as just when it seemed as though The Wrestle Posse were performing like a well oiled machine, Axel finds himself at a distinct disadvantage. Wraith quickly dives for a pin on Axel now..

...One...

...Two...

...Kick out!

Wraith pulls back some green hair before stomping away on Axel. He snatches Axel up, shoving him into a corner, where he strikes him with some stiff kicks to the ribs. He measures Axel before trying to take his head off with a kick, which Axel manages to duck before diving forward with a Roll Up.

...One...

...Two...

...Wraith powers out!

Both men rise to their feet but Wraith drops Axel with a Clothesline. Corpse reenters the ring as Wraith positions Axel for a Flatliner. The two look to complete a move known as "Whiplash" a Enziguri/Flatliner Combo. As Corpse goes for his Enziguri portion of the move, Axel is able to narrowly duck, and Corpse catches his own stable mate with a stiff kick to the face. Wraith looks entirely stunned as Axel quickly shoves Corpse through the middle rope to the outside. Halaway quickly goes for another Roll Up on Wraith..

..One..

..Two..

...THREE!*

Finkel: Wraith has been eliminated!

*Ghost Face, standing on the apron, does not look pleased by this as the ref holds up one of Axel's arms, who's still laying on his stomach. The celebration ends quickly as Corpse quickly dives back into the ring, hammering Axel with clubbing blows. He stomps him viciously while Axel crawls to a corner. Corpse continues his stomping before snatching Axel up by his spiked mohawk. He turns him upside down in a Tree Of Woe..sprints to the opposite side of the ring..then comes rushing forward, nailing Axel with two diving feet to the face. Axel slumps from his hung position and Corpse quickly rolls him over for a pin.

...One...

...Two...

...A kick out!

Corpse, undaunted, scoops Axel up and just as quickly takes him down with a Snap Suplex. He rolls through for another, but this time, Axel counters with a knee to the gut and a Suplex of his own. Both men take a moment to recover before Corpse rushes forward, only to catch a harsh Back Elbow from Axel which drops him like a brick. Axel waits for Corpse to return to his feet before spiking him with a Running DDT. He rushes for a pin..

..One..

..Two..

..Corpse kicks out. Axel slams a fist into the mat, before stomping away at Corpse's shoulders and head, A Loss Of Composure, which is an appropriate name. Axel grabs a few strands of hair as Ghost Face tries to enter the ring, being stopped by the ref. But Corpse uses this distraction to hit Axel with a low blow. Corpse bridges into a pin just as the ref turns around to see.

..One..

..Two..

..Axel breaks free!

Corpse pushes himself to his feet, soon bringing Axel up with him as he hits a Corba-Clutch Suplex. Corpse signals that the match is over before climbing to the top turnbuckle. He springs over to the top rope, from his position, looking to hit Axel with a Split Legged Moonsault known as the "Death Blue Drop". Axel rolls away at the last second and Corpse hits the mat hard. He stumbles to his feet, clutching his face. Axel suddenly leaps upwards, hitting a surprise Axel Handle Cutter! He goes for a pin..

..One..

..Two..

..No, a kick out!

Axel stares up in disbelief, hoping that would have narrowed his disadvantage. He hauls Corpse up, looking to drive his head into a turnbuckle, but Corpse uses his momentum against him and tosses him over the top rope. Corpse rests his hands on his knee's, before darting forward, diving through the middle ropes, crashing into Axel on the outside as both men slam backwards into the guard rail. Both men lay in a heap for some time before Corpse recovers first..he rolls Axel back into the ring starts to make a slow climb to the top turnbuckle. Axel recovers and shakes the ropes, crotching Corpse, just as he had been earlier in the match. Axel grabs Corpse by the arms, with his back facing him and flips him over right into the Iconoclasm! He pulls a leg upwards for a pin.

...One...

...Two...

..Three!*

Finkel: Corpse has been eliminated!

*Ghost Face glares at the weakened Axel, having watched his at one time three on one advantage slip away. Ghost Face looks as though he's about to enter the ring before dropping off the apron, starting to head up the ramp amongst a chorus of boo's. Thinking he knows all the dirty plays in the book, Axel waits in the ring facing his greatest rival. Behind his back, his sister walks over and takes the mic from Howard Finkel.*

“You've failed me...”

*Axel's attention snaps back to Karma who holds a mic in her hand. He stares at her with mixed emotions leaving himself open for an act from the Draugr leader, Ghost Face. Even more boos blanket the ring as Axel turns right into a Spinning Wheel Kick. Ghost Face leers down at Axel with bad intentions now that the youngest Halaway is down and mostly defenseless. He wails on Axel with vicious lefts and hard rights but is quickly pushed off by Axel. The Icon makes it back to his feet at the same time Ghost Face does.*

“Why couldn't you save me?!”

*Again Karma distracts her brother enough for Ghost Face to gain the upper hand with Dropsault that knocks Axel back off his feet. Axel rolls out of the ring and tries to compose his thoughts but winds up with a Bloody Mary from his once beloved sister. The audiences erupts in boos when they see that Ghost Face had the referee distracted the whole time. Karma lifts her “Axy” and rolls him back into the ring for her leader to pick up the easy victory. The referee's attention returns to the match as Ghost Face walks past him and covers Axel. Seeing nothing wrong with this situation for whatever reason, he begins to count.*

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3!- NO! ROPE BREAK!

*At the last second, Axel kicks out to much cheers. The dreadlocked zombie glares at the referee but doesn't let it bother him for long. He pulls Axel up for his match ender... The Ghost Buster! But Axel counters out of it with a Suplex with a bridge! The crowd begins to come unglued as Axel may again get a surprise pin! The referee, actually doing his job for once, begins to go for the count.*

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KICKOUT!

*Axel release the hold, looking fairly disappointed that he didn't get the win but he presses on. By losing his composure for a second time in the match all over Ghost Face's shoulders and head. The referee pushes him back, to give Ghost Face some room, which unwittingly allows Karma to grab the leg of Axel. He struggles to brake free from his sister's grasp, even trying to reach over from under the top rope at her. But this only allows Ghost Face to hit a Double Stomp onto Axel's back which also slams his upper body down on the second rope. Thinking he should actually try to enforce the rules, the referee shoos Ghost Face away. Allowing Karma to get a cheap shot on Axel. The Icon rolls falls back into the ring with his head near the ropes.. As soon as he does, he's hit with a Standing Moonsault. Seeing a chance for some delicious torture Ghost Face rolls Halaway over to his stomach then locks in a Deathlock with Bridge. The torque on Axel's already injured head is painful to watch as he is forced to stare towards his brainwashed sister.*

“Feel the pain... Imagine what it was like for me!”

*He squirms to try to grab the ropes but he's just slightly too far away. Meanwhile, Ghost Face leans back harder... Causing more pressure on Axel's head and neck.*

“Suffer dear brother! Let the pain be your punishment for failing me!”

*The referee leans to ask him if he wants to give up.*

Referee: Give up?

Axel: AHHH....AAAAAHHHH...... NO!

“Come on Axy.... You said you wanted to save me? How is this saving me? You loser! You're nothing without your family!”

Referee: Now?

Axel: NOOOOOOOOO!!

“You're a failure! You can't do anything right! You are not an Icon, you're a joke!”

*Axel goes silent as the referee goes for his hand to check.*

Axel: *guttural* Don't.....touch......me......

“Resent, Axy... Hate, Axy.... Suffer, Axy.... Bleed, Axy..... Tear, Axy..... SUFFER, AXY!”

Axel: SSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTT UUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPP!

*Axel elbows Ghost Face in the side and releases himself from the Deadlock. The zombie rolls off Axel to the side as the Icon rises. His dyed blonde hair no longer held by gel. He stands with his fists up as Ghost Face rises. Axel beats Ghost Face to the punch... literally. He unloads a couple of rights before flipping Ghost Face off. He goes for a left but is Dropkicked in the same knee worked on by Ghost Face. Axel doubles over, holding his knee in pain. Ghost Face locks in an inverted Headlock, no doubt going for the Ghost Buster. The audience, ready to boo, lets him have it. He feeds into their hatred then goes drops it. But it's countered! Axel twists his arm around and hits a surprise Axe Handle! The crowd cheers for the amazing sight! AGAIN, Axel has dodge near elimination by Ghost Buster! But he is unable to capitalize thanks to all the damage done to him earlier. He lays flat on his back as his opponent lays face down to him. The referee begins to count.*


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*Both of these opponents rise before the count of ten but it's clear that both of the opponents have a lot taken out of them. But Axel has taken far more punishment. They go for a lock up. Shockingly, Axel appears to be the one that's winning this exchange.*

“You don't deserve your last name!”

*Or he was until that uttered line. Quickly, Ghost Face goes for Tornado DDT and is about to connect... But Axel reversed into his Fade into Ruin. He goes for the cover!*

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KICKOUT!

*Sure of his victory, Axel gets in the face of the referee leaving himself open again.*

“That's it... Take him out! Let that anger out! Prove that you are unworthy of everything you have... Prove that you don't deserve Juri!”

Axel: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

*An enraged Axel turns to Clothesline an approaching Ghost Face and begins to stomp repeatedly on his forehead. Grabbing Ghost Face by his throat, Axel pulls him up and slams him down in a One Arm Sitout Chokeslam! He lifts Ghost Face back up and Cross Powerbombs him! He then jumps and hits a Jumping Kneedrop. Another! And Another! Karma, sensing that that last line may have pushed Axel too far. She jumps up the apron to distracted the referee, only to get her crazed brother's attention. He runs at full speed at her. She goes for another Bloody Mary but ducks! He swiftly turns, jumps back, and delivers a Super Kick that floors her off apron to the floor. Lost in his rage it doesn't phase him that he not only kicked a woman but his own sister. He turns right into a Stomach Kick from Ghost Face! Again he locks in an Inverted Headlock for the Ghost Buster! But Axel gives him a surprise Shoulder Back Toss! Axel stalks Ghost Face, presumingly wanting to put away Ghost Face for good!*

*But before he can do so, Madison the Clown Girl skips out from the back look at Axel with an angered look on her face. (HOW DARE HE INSULT HER UBER AWESOME ATTIRE!) She makes it to the apron, getting Axel's full attention. He rushes towards her but before he can do anything, she leaps back and laughs. She points to Axel, leaving him confused. She places her hands on her hips.*

Madi: No, you silly goose! Behind you!

*Axel's rage fades into a “WTF?” look. He shrugs, waves her off, and turns. Immediately, he is drilled with a Ghost Buster! The referee begins the count!*


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Finkel: AND THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH... THE DRAUGR!

*Loud boos fill the arena as Ghost Face's arm is raised in victory. He glares at what is possibly the worst referee ever and pulls his arm away. He rolls out of the ring and meets Madison who is nothing but smiles. No only did she get loads of attention while skipping but she got a big meanie head's head to be smashed into the ground! (What could be better?!) Karma rises from her fallen position to join her allies as her eyes are locked on Axel. The lone Tenacious J & A member has not moved from where Ghost Face left him. But although he is out... This is no doubt in his mind that this war is still on.*

[Ultimo Chocula]

The Fink: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWT Tri State Championship! The match will be held under normal rules but if no winner has been determined in ten minutes it will become a Hardcore Match!"

PREPARE TO BE INFECTED!

"Purify" hits to a mixed reaction as Virus wastes no time whatsoever coming down to the ring, eschewing even his pyro. He is in the ring and prowling around before The Fink even finishes his announcement.

The Fink: "Introducing first, from Lewiston, Idaho, weighing in at 290 pounds... he... is... VIRUS!"

Virus stretches out in the ring, keeping his eyes firmly on the entrance.

The Fink: "And his opponent, from Kauai Hawaii, weighing in tonight at 126lbs, she is the current EWT Tri State Champion...........................OCEANIC!"

"From Sinking" comes on as the arena goes dark blue. The fans don't wait for Oceanic to appear before the booing commences. After a bit of time Oceanic appears from the back dressed in a floral print jacket and matching floor length sarong and a lei around her neck. Immediately behind her is Maelstrom, almost dwarfing her. They calmly walk down the ramp and enters the ring, Oceanic not taking her eyes off of Virus. She stands in the center of the ring and unzips her jacket to reveal the Tri State Title underneath it, Maelstrom directly behind her with his arms folded and scowling at Virus . She takes the belt off and holds it up, as if to tell Virus that it belongs to her and he's not taking it away from her tonight. Virus eyeballs the belt, then directs his gaze toward Maelstrom and shakes his head "no", meaning that he won't let Maelstrom be a factor in the match. Oceanic hands the belt to the referee and she heads back to her corner. Maelstrom gives her a last minute pep talk as she removes her entry gear until she's in her usual ring wear. The bell rings and up on the Toomitron is a clock showing "10:00" and counting down.

Virus and Oceanic meet up in the center of the ring where Oceanic tells Virus off. Virus sneers at her but doesn't move, letting her run her mouth a little bit. Oceanic suddenly chops him right across the chest, the sound bouncing off the walls of the arena. Virus grimaces and clenches his fists and gets right up on Oceanic. He rears back but doesn't follow through so Oceanic chops him again with the same result. Virus turns and grabs the top rope, clenching it in frustration and anger so tightly his knuckles turn white. He turns and faces Oceanic again, who's pointing to her chin and telling him to take his best shot if he's such a big man. Oceanic begins to taunt him, calling Virus a living joke, a coward, a loser, among other things. Oceanic keeps up her verbal attack, most of which can't be picked up except for the words "mother" and "shame". Suddenly.......

BAM!!!!!!!

Oceanic flies backwards four feet and lands square on her ass. She scoots back into the corner and holds her jaw in pain, her eyes wide white circles of complete surprise. Virus, still standing in the center of the ring, looks down at his fist, clenched and outstretched before him. The crowd lets loose a huge roar at seeing Oceanic finally get what's coming to her. Oceanic looks over at Maelstrom, who looks back at her and simply nods his head once, and her expression goes from shock to raging pissed. She leaps back up and runs at Virus but she gets sent back to the mat with another soup bone shot from Virus. She stands back up and Virus sends her into the ropes hits her with a big boot. She staggers back up to her feet again only for Virus to grab her by the armpits, pick her up, and throw her eight feet in the air and crashing into the corner, where Virus follows up with a charging clothesline that sends Oceanic staggering out of the corner and crashing face first into the mat.

On the Toomitron it shows "8:24".

Virus approaches Oceanic, who sits right up on her knees and tries to beg Virus off a little bit. Nothing doing as Virus picks her up by the hair and gives her a super hard chop across the chest. Oceanic staggers backwards into the ropes, holding her chest. Virus measures her and chops her again, a crimson hand print appearing on her chest. Virus sends her into the ropes and delivers a back body drop, which sends her flying pretty high up considering how light she is and how strong Virus is. She lands with a violent thump and Virus delivers a rock hard elbow drop. He covers.

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Kickout. Virus picks Oceanic up for a stalling suplex but while upside down Oceanic knees him in the head until he drops her. She lands on her feet and attempts a forearm, which Virus catches and sends her into the turnbuckles. Virus charges in but Oceanic give him a drop toe hold and Virus's head crashes into the bottom buckle. Virus staggers up and sees Oceanic springboard off the second rope and bull dog him down to the mat. She rolls away trying to regroup as Virus lays on the mat dazed.

Toomitron time: "6:31".

Virus picks himself up to one knee but Oceanic runs in and delivers a stiff knee to the head, followed by a jumping leg drop. She then wraps her legs around Virus' neck and squeezes away. Virus attempts to try and pull her legs off of him but she's got her feet locked. While the referee is checking on Virus Oceanic reaches back and Maelstrom grabs her hands and pulls, making it even tougher for Virus to breathe. The clock isn't down to zero yet so this is illegal. No matter as Oceanic lets go of Maelstroms' hands when the referee looks up. She continues to squeeze Virus' neck when she rolls over so they're both facing down and she rams his head into the mat violently and lets go. She picks Virus up by the hair and hits the ropes, hitting a lariat that doesn't knock him down. She hits the ropes and hits another one, he still doesn't go down. She hits the ropes a third time but Virus sees her coming and gives her a Stun Gun. Both competitors hit the mat and try to regroup.

Toomitron time: "3:49".

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4... Virus slowly returns to his feet, stumbling over to the opposite side and seemingly waiting for Oceanic to return to her feet, which she does a few seconds later. Virus then explodes into a running SPEAR, which Oceanic sidesteps, sending Virus careening out to the arena floor! Oceanic distracts the referee, allowing Maelstrom to get a few cheap shots in on the challenger, much to the crowd's chagrin. Maelstrom backs off as the referee returns to the match at hand, beginning the ten count on Virus.

It gets to 5 before Virus gets up to his feet, and for two more seconds he glares at Maelstrom and mouths something most likely unprintable before rolling back into the ring.

Toomitron time: "3:00". Did somebody say... THREE MINUTES?!?!?

Oceanic and Virus circle each other for a moment, before Oceanic charges in and hits a running knee lift! Virus staggers, much like he did earlier with the lariats, but doesn't fall. Oceanic launches off again and hits ANOTHER knee lift, but still Virus isn't falling, and once more, Oceanic goes off the ropes, and once more, the third time isn't the charm as Virus leaps up suddenly and tries to duck Oceanic, but she manages to quickly turn it into a DDT! The two competitors fall to the mat, winded once more.

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5... This time, however, Oceanic gets up first, slowly returning to her feet and rolling out of the ring.

Toomitron time: "2:00".

The referee goes to start a ten-count, but stops as he sees Maelstrom and Oceanic fishing around for weapons under the ring. He waves them off, saying (rightfully) that it's not time to break out the weapons yet. Of course Maelstrom and Oceanic don't listen, and throw all sorts of weapons into the ring, everything from steel chairs to kendo sticks to a trash can. The throwing continues for a good 30 seconds, and finally the ref just starts the ten count.

1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! Oceanic rolls into the ring and back out to break the count. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Virus is beginning to stir, pulling himself up by the ropes.

1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! Oceanic rolls in and again, after throwing more weapons into the ring, such as a stop sign and even a kitchen sink... what's that doing under the ring anyway? At any rate, Virus has stumbled back down to the ground and instead of trying to use the ropes again, and begins pulling himself towards a steel chair, without Oceanic noticing.

Toomitron time: "1:00".

Oceanic continues to look for weapons under the ring, rolling in occasionally to break the ten count, until finally...

Toomitron time: "0:20".

Oceanic rolls into the ring and begins to size Virus up, but Virus springs back up to his feet, steel chair in hand!

Toomitron time: "0:15".

The crowd roars in half approval, half reproach as Virus smiles sadistically, brandishing the chair at Oceanic. She quickly grabs a chair of her own, and the two stand off, circling each other.

Toomitron: "10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...!"

A buzzer sounds and both competitors swing wildly, but duck the other's blow. Virus turns around first and PLANTS Oceanic with the steel chair right between the eyes! The crowd roars with approval as Virus picks up a trash can and wedges between the second and third ropes. He picks Oceanic up and attempts to whip her into it but she goes dead weight and hits the mat. Virus picks her up by the arm and knees her in the stomach and attempts to send her into the can again but she chops Virus' hand away and dropkicks him in the knee. Virus goes down to one knee and Oceanic goes for a Shining Wizard but Virus catches her hoists her in the powerbomb position and pitches her into a different set of buckles. Virus charges in but Oceanic gets both feet up and kicks him in the face. Virus catches it full and swings his head around as Oceanic leaps off the second turnbuckles and traps his head between her knees, driving his head into the mat. She turns Virus over and gives him the Lionsault/Double Legdrop combo and goes for the win.

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Kickout! Oceanic calls out to Maelstrom, who reaches into his tights and removes a Megalodon tooth, which is about the size of his fist. He throws it into the ring and Oceanic catches it. She goes over to Virus and runs the serrated edge of the tooth across his forehead, cutting him open. She runs it over his head a few more times until his face is completely red from the blood flow. She hands the tooth back to Maelstrom and goes back to work on Virus, throwing a series of Thai elbows into the cut on his forehead to bust him open even more. She sets Virus up on his knees so he's facing her, and she takes her finger and wipes some blood off of him. She then uses Virus' blood to write "YOU SUCK" on her stomach, backs up and blasts Virus with a running missile dropkick to the face. She then puts him in the Nagata Lock III and cranks on his neck. The ref is there to check to see if Virus wants to tap but he's not about to. After about two minutes Oceanic switches up to a Shining Triangle and cranks on Virus' arm. Virus struggles but he's still not tapping out. Virus is in this hold for 90 seconds when he begins to stir. He rises up to his knee first then stands and picks Oceanic up while she's still holding on to his arm. Virus then launches Oceanic into the trash can that was set up in the ropes and she hits the mat. Virus drops as well as the crowd gives Virus a huge pop.

The two superstars rest for a few moments before struggling back up to their feet, Oceanic first, grabbing a kendo stick and motioning for Virus to get up. She actually cracks herself in the head with it once, opening up a wound given to her by flying into the trash can earlier, giving her the proverbial crimson mask. Virus finally gets up to his feet, only to eat kendo stick and drop back down to the mat. Oceanic wails on him a few more times before going for the pin.

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Oceanic stomps at him a few more times before pinning him again...

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3..... NO! Virus kicks out again! Oceanic pounds the mat in frustration and wipes the blood from her eyes. She picks up a chair and measures Virus as he staggers up to his feet. She swings and Virus dodges. She takes another swing and Virus dodges this one as well. Oceanic then throws the chair at Virus, who catches it, and she goes to super kick the chair into Virus' face but Virus opens the chair up and catches Oceanic's leg in it as she kicks, and slams it shut down on her leg. Oceanic hops up and down on one foot as Virus takes her trapped leg in the chair and slams it down on the mat, then gives it a good stomp. Oceanic screams in pain and grabs her leg, trying to crawl away. Virus grabs her injured leg and places it on the mat. He steps on her foot so she can't get away and picks the chair up, slamming it down on her shin. She screams with every chair strike Virus delivers on her leg. Virus picks Oceanic up by her bum leg and gives her a shin breaker Ric Flair style which sends Oceanic crumbling to the mat in pain. She attempts to pick herself up using the ropes but Virus kicks her leg and she falls back down again. Oceanic grabs her leg and is moaning in pain as she tries to drag herself over to Maelstrom. Once again Virus grabs her by her bad leg and drags her back to the center of the ring as she scratches at the mat to try and get away. Virus gives her the Mr. Perfect style knee splitter and Oceanic screams again, clutching her knee for dear life. Virus sets up a table and signals for the end. He picks Oceanic up and places her on the top turnbuckles, give her a couple punches just to keep her groggy. He climbs the buckles and tries to pick Oceanic up for a Super Infection but Oceanic grabs the top rope so he can't get her in position. Virus tries again but she still won't let him pick her up. Virus goes to give Oceanic a head butt to knock her loopy but Oceanic uses the opening to spray Virus in the eyes with blue mist! Virus is blinded and he begins to lose his balance when Oceanic grabs Virus by the head and DDT's Virus through the table! Oceanic lands awkwardly on the mat and she grabs her bad knee, slowly dragging herself over to Virus' prone body. She makes the cover and hooks the leg.

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Ding! Ding!

The Fink: "Here is your winner, and still EWT Tri State champion............................OCEANIC!"

Oceanic rolls off of Virus and grabs her leg in the fetal position, exhausted and in great pain. Maelstrom enters the ring and he picks his partner up, helping her stand although it's causing her great pain. The referee hands the Tri State belt to her and she takes it with her free hand, the other arm draped around Maelstrom in order for her to stand. The referee goes over to Virus to check on him. Virus is knocked loopy but he's moving. Slowly he begins to pick himself out of the debris and up to his feet, which is a pretty wobbly ordeal. Maelstrom is helping Oceanic out of the ring when suddenly they hear Virus yell out "Hey!" They turn and see Virus standing in the ring, his face a bloody mess and barely able to stand. Virus holds his arm out, offering a hand shake as a show of good sportsmanship. Oceanic looks over to Maelstrom and nods to him, saying "It's ok." Maelstrom lets go as Oceanic hops over to Virus to accept. The two shake hands with one another as the crowd chants "THAT WAS AWESOME!" and they let go. Oceanic hops back over to Maelstrom, who looks over to her with a very confused look on his face. Maelstrom says "What was that about?" to which Oceanic replies, "Nothing. It's cool." Maelstrom shrugs and picks Oceanic up, carrying her to the back. Meanwhile Virus leans against the ropes and gets a standing ovation from the crowd for a very valiant effort.

[Ultimo Chocula]

(Advertisement of Toom E. Dangerously’s return to EWT next week is aired)

(FADE IN to “The Intellect” Nick Russ and Jerome “The Lord” East, seated at the commentators’ table at ringside, having just watched the promo recently played)

Jerome: “Well, what can be said: the boss is back.”

Nick: “No doubt about it. Toom E. Dangerously back in charge of EWT after a month of relaxation. But I want to take this moment to applaud the work and effort put in by his temporary replacement, Miss Oceanic.”

Jerome: “Yeah, you know Nick, at first I was skeptical of having her as General Manager, but I have to say, she has done a hell of a job. I mean, Brining EWT to Brazil and man, what a show she has put together tonight!”

Nick: “Got that right, partner. So far it has been one entertaining event and we still got the main event: Mike Ragnal defending his title against the “Hellacious Hydra” Maelstrom. But before that, we have a match for the history books, because it will be the last time we see an EWT legend compete in the ring. Ladies and gentlemen, let us take a look back at the career of the man known… as Spaz.”

(A retrospect video package of Spaz’s career is played, highlighting his first professional match, his two Ox Division title victories over Dave Davies and Eddie Omega, his part in the formation of Generation Tech that includes EWT Hall of Famers Limey and Gasoline and current EWT superstar Spyke Johannson. Finally, his victory in the Outdoor Elimination Chamber where he won the EWT Heavyweight title. The finally clip is Spaz posing on the second turnbuckle, holding the EWT title over his head before the audience that chants his name)

(Back in sold out arena, the audience erupts in excitement as “Where The Party’s At” begins to play. Their cheers grow once Spaz steps out onto the stage, dressed in his wrestling attire and his shoulder bandaged up tightly. Looking at the praising audience, Spaz is taken aback at first before he reminds himself what is waiting for him tonight and becomes focused on his upcoming task. He acknowledges the boastful spectators with a nod and heads down the aisle towards the ring)

Announcer: (In Portuguese) “The following contest is scheduled for one fall. First, making his way to the ring: from Sydney, Australia, weighing 216 pounds. Wrestling his last match in EWT… SPAZ!”

Nick: “Folks, what you are witnessing is a historic moment in EWT and professional wrestling: the final match of one of EWT’s most respective, accomplished and technical wrestlers. The former EWT champion Spaz.”

Jerome: “What a career it has been, Nick. When I look back at his 162 day reign of EWT Heavyweight Champion, I knew that this guy was a someone who would become the inspiration of generations ahead.”

Nick: “Spaz of course, retiring from in ring action but that doesn’t mean he is leaving wrestling for good. Word has it that he will be heading down to EWT development territories as a trainer.”

Jerome: “And what an honor that will be for the rookies he will train.”

After entering the ring, Spaz begins to stretch out and prepare for his upcoming battle. The music fades to silence and the chants of “Thank you Spaz” (Once again, in Portuguese) can be heard quite clear throughout the arena. As much as he wants to return the respect shown by the fans of Brazil, Spaz maintains his focus, knowing that he has a touch match ahead of him. He becomes completely serious as soon as “Keep On Liftin’” by dj nagureo begins to play, cuing the audience to stop chanting and boo in the direction of the stage in unison. Seconds later, Ratings steps out onto the stage causing an increase of jeers and insults towards him. He does his usual entrance routine of kissing the finger tips of his index fingers and pointing to the sides of the stage, cuing fountains to shoot up. Not in his usually cocky mannerism, a serious and focused Ratings makes his way down to the ring.

Announcer: (In Portuguese) “And his opponent: from Palm Springs, California; weighing in at 220 pounds: RATINGS!!!”

Jerome: “Look at this Nick. Here comes a man who has vowed to end Spaz’s career. He doesn’t just want to defeat Spaz, he wants to cripple end. He wants to scar him. He wants to make Spaz regret having his final match against him. That man is none other than Ratings.”

Nick: “Ratings of course was triumph over Spaz at Crap-a-Mania IV in controversial faction. Came close to becoming temporary General Manager at Toomi’s House Party. Truly he is one of the hottest superstars in EWT right now. But tonight he has to prove that his win at Crap-a-Mania wasn’t a fluke.”

Stopping before the ring, Ratings slowly discards his kimono robe and designer sunglasses, maintaining his glare towards Spaz while he does so. The two have a long distant stare down for a couple of seconds before Ratings slides into the ring quickly. Spaz is prepared for this and meets Ratings center of the ring where the two begin to trade punches before the bell is even rung. As the crowd goes wild at the melee taking place, the announcer quickly exits the ring while the ref calls for the time keeper to ring the bell, officially starting the match. The two continue to battle for advantage and it isn’t until Spaz ducks a haymaker from Ratings and dazes him with a sharp chop to the chest. As Ratings reels, Spaz continues to unleash knife edge chops to his chest. Desperate to cease the onslaught against him, Ratings shoots and takes Spaz down with a double leg takedown, but Spaz is ready to counter with a guillotine choke as soon as his back hits the mat. Knowing that he is in a bad predicament, Ratings is able to roll himself and Spaz close to the side of the ring and grab onto the bottom rope. The ref orders Spaz to release Ratings and he does so. Just as soon as Spaz stands up and gives his opponent some room, Ratings swiftly gets back to his feet and darts towards Spaz again and takes him down again. Ratings begins unleashing some mounted punches onto his nemesis until Spaz is able to catch one and reverse it into a triangle choke. Again, using all of his strength, Ratings drags himself and Spaz to the ropes and calls for a rope break. Spaz breaks the hold long enough for Ratings to go for an elbow drop but misses completely as Spaz rolls out of the ring. With Ratings shaking off his pain stricken elbow. Spaz places himself onto the ring apron and waits for Ratings to turn and face him. As soon as that occurs, Spaz vaults himself onto the top rope and goes for a missile dropkick. Ratings sees this coming and performs a dropkick of his own, causing both men to counter each other’s aerial maneuver. The two stand up at the same time and bolt towards each other. Spaz goes for a clothesline but Ratings ducks it and sneaks behind him. He locks his wrists around his waist and goes for a German suplex, but Spaz breaks free and gets behind Ratings. He too goes for a German suplex and is able to perform a release variation of the move, but Ratings performs a backflip while airborne and lands on his feet. Spaz turns to see Ratings charging towards him and goes for a hip toss, but Ratings lands on his feet yet again. Spaz though floors Ratings with a huge clothesline. The cheering crowd begin to voice concern as immediately after the powerful strike, Spaz grimaces and clutches his bandaged shoulder.

Nick: “Oh no! It looks like that clothesline did more harm than good for Spaz and his already injured shoulder.”

Jerome: “He knew what he was getting into when he entered that ring tonight, Nick. Bad shoulder or not, Spaz is putting everything he has in this match.”

Nick: “And what a match it is! These two are going nonstop and are not letting the other take a second to recover.”

Ratings shakes off the effects of the clothesline and sees a kneeled Spaz holding his wounded shoulder. Feeling that this is the perfect opportunity to gain the upperhand of the dual, Ratings dashes forward and goes for a Shining Wizard. Spaz ducks the running attack and as Ratings hits the ropes behind him, Spaz gets to his feet and is posed ready for his opponent to run back towards him. As Ratings does as he predicted, Spaz catches him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Ratings gets back to his feet only to find himself on the receiving end of another clothesline from Spaz—this time with his good good arm/shoulder—that sends Ratings over the top rope and on to the outside floor. With his opponent downed outside of the ring, Spaz takes this opportunity to catch his breath and absorb the applauds from the Sao Paulo audience who show their respect at the exchange just witnessed. Seeing Ratings slowly get back to his feet, Spaz eyes the highest turnbuckle and climbs atop of it. He maintains his balance and waits for Ratings to turn around in his direction. Upon doing so, Spaz takes flight and connects with a picture perfect shooting star press onto a standing Ratings! Rightfully so, the crowd goes ballistic over the amazing aerial maneuver, as does the announce team.

Nick: “Holy s***! Spaz with a shooting star press to the outside! I can’t believe it!”

Jerome: “He didn’t even land on his head! Suck it on that, ugly Briscoe brother!”

With both men laid out—Ratings in worse shape than Spaz—the referee goes out to check on both men while the crowd can only chant in appreciation for the match taken place thus far. As expected, Spaz is up to his feet first and he goes to drag the stunned Ratings up to his feet. The referee steps in however, trying to talk Spaz to bring the match back into the ring, even going as far as grabbing him by the arm. Spaz quickly pulls his arm away and looks to the reeling ref. This was just what Ratings was waiting for as with his opponent and referee’s attention drawn away from him, he gets in a low blow on Spaz that dazes the Aussie just when it seemed he had everything going for him in this match.

Nick: “Oh, come on! Damn it! We knew it was going to happen! We knew Ratings would result to such tactics! And it was only a matter of time before he reduce himself to cheat.”

Jerome: “It’s only cheating when you get caught, Nick. Believe me, me, my 4th ex-wife and that waitress from Hooters who helped her with her “headaches” know all about it.”

With Spaz in a bad way, Ratings capitalizes by throwing Spaz shoulder-first into the steel staircase. The impact of flesh and bone colliding with solid steel is followed by the screams of Spaz who writhes in pain while holding his injured shoulder. Ever so merciless, Ratings picks his opponent up to his feet. He applies a hammerlock on Spaz only to push him hard into the ring post where his shoulder smash against the cold thick pole. With Spaz in tremendous pain and the advantage firmly on his side, Ratings roll his opponent back in the ring. Climbing to the apron, Ratings is able to hit a beautiful stalling slingshot elbow drop onto the upper back of Spaz. Ratings rolls his opponent over and goes for the pin.

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Spaz kicks out. Ratings is quick to keep the match in his favor by raising Spaz up to his feet and slamming him shoulder first into the ring post. Spaz reels back and walks right into Ratings who takes him down with a Complete Shot. Ratings covers Spaz again.

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Spaz kicks out again. Ratings applies a hammerlock—a decent “wear down/rest hold” but given Spaz’s shoulder injury, it is very effective in this situation. The ref asks Spaz if he wants to give up, to which the Aussie furiously shakes his head and shouts “No!”. Ratings applies pressure to the hold, but the crowd is getting behind Spaz, lighting a fire in the respected wrestler. Showing new life, Spaz begins to get to his feet with Ratings following suit, the hammerlock still applied. Spaz throws a couple of elbows behind him, striking Ratings in the head and sending the “Palm Springs Playboy” into a daze. Spaz hits the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Ratings ducks it and upon Spaz turning to face him, Ratings hits him with the Headline Kick to the shoulder, stunning Spaz greatly. Ratings immediately follows up with Critically Acclaimed and goes for another pin.

1… 2…

Spaz kicks out again. Frustration is quite visible on Ratings’ face as he looks to the referee, questioning his count. Ratings goes to drag Spaz up to his feet, but his opponent begins to fight back with punches to the stomach. Ratings becomes dazed, allowing Spaz to go for a belly-to-back suplex. Unfortunately for the Australian, Ratings rolls out of it and lands behind Spaz, enabling him the perfect opportunity to apply the crossface chicken wing, putting more pressure and strain on Spaz’s already injured shoulder. Trapped in a hold in the center of the ring, all seems lost for Spaz. The ref asks him if he wants to quit, but Spaz once again denies giving up. The crowd can only watch on, knowing that there is a 50% chance of Spaz quitting or getting out of the hold. Much to their delight, Spaz is able to roll over and get to the ropes. Ratings breaks the hold and works on his opponent a bit more with some stomps to the head. Ratings drags his opponent to the center of the ring and hits with the Beau Monde Breaker. Sick of Spaz’s persistence, Ratings backflips to the bottom left ring corner and goes waits for Spaz to get back to his feet, crouching and prepared to strike when he does. Holding his wounded shoulder that has cut his career short, Spaz gets to feet and turns to see a charging Ratings heading towards him, no doubt having all intention of hitting him with The Finale. Fortunately, Spaz gets out of the way and all Ratings hits is the turnbuckles behind his opponent, hitting the top turnbuckle sternum first. Ratings reels backwards into the waiting arms of Spaz who locks him in and hits him with a German suplex. He maintains the hold until he drags himself and his opponent back to his feet, where he switches it up and hits Ratings with a tiger suplex. He stands up again with Ratings, only to take him down again, this time with a dragon suplex, followed by a half-nelson suplex and a regal suplex. Spaz lets out a war cry, revving up the crowd as Ratings staggers back to his feet. Spaz takes him down by the legs and locks in the sharpshooter. Ratings screams in pain as he slowly claws his way to the ropes, desperately going for another rope break. Just as his finger tips are about to graze the bottom rope, Spaz walks towards the center of ring with sharpshooter still intact, bringing Ratings along with him. As soon as a Spaz sits back making it near impossible for Ratings to go anywhere, Ratings is left with no choice but to tap out. Upon seeing the platinum blonde superstar slap the mat, the referee calls for the bell, causing the crowd to go wild. “Where The Party’s At” begins to play as Spaz releases the hold and collapses to the canvas, completely exhausted and in pain from the previous match. The Brazilian announcer makes the outcome of the match official:

Announcer: (In Portuguese) “Here is your winner… SPAZ!!!”

Nick: “He did it! He did it! Spaz did it! He has defeated Ratings in his last match in EWT!”

Jerome: “If you’re going out, go out in style. That’s what they say, Nick. And Spaz has just done this.”

As soon as Spaz picks himself up to his feet, the referee raises his good arm, causing the crowd to erupt in applause. An emotional Spaz climbs to the second turnbuckle and acknowledges the crowd with the raise of his good arm into the air. Meanwhile a disappointed Ratings looks on in the bottom left ring corner, his head resting on the bottom turnbuckle. As soon as Spaz steps off, Ratings meets him in the middle of the ring where the two share another intense stare down. The unthinkable happens when Ratings extends his hand towards his nemesis, offering to shake his hand. Spaz looks down at it, wondering if this was all some sort of set up or perhaps it is a peace offering and/or sign of respect. Looking back into Ratings sympathetic eyes, Spaz shakes his hand and the two share a brief hug before Ratings raises Spaz arm to the crowd. The audience applaud the sign of respect, only to turn shocked gasps as Ratings goes for a superkick aimed directly at the chin of Spaz. Unfortunately for Ratings, Spaz catches his boot before the kick can connect. Ratings stares at Spaz gapped in shock that his setup had backfired as Spaz looks back at him holding his leg, mouthing the words “you son of a b****”. Spaz whips him around and kicks Ratings in the stomach after his 360 degree spin. Spaz then lifts him up into a powerbomb position and transfer it into a piledriver, rendering Ratings out cold.

Nick: “Shockwave! One last Shockwave for the road!!!”

Spaz looks down at his unconscious opponent in disgust for a couple of seconds until the clapping of the audience grab his attention. He looks up and finds himself surrounded by a standing ovations by the crowd in attendance. Not only that, but as he looks to the ramp way, he sees about 90% of roster, officials and agents standing on the entrance stage applauding him as well. With tears in his eyes, Spaz raises his arm to his subjects one last time, smiling as his career as a wrestler has come to a close and a new chapter of his life begins. Nick Russ sums it up:

Nick: “Good luck, Spaz. And thank you.”

[Ultimo Chocula]

Finkel: The following contest is a TLC Triple Threat Tag Match, and is for the EWT Tag Titles!

*Suddenly, the lights dim, being replaced by strobes and multicolors. “Peace Sells” by Megadeth blasts over the speakers, as the infamous green Jaguar rolls out onto the stage, deafening boos filling the arena.*


Finkel: And their opponents, being accompanied by Terina, from San Diego California, at a combined weight of 456 pounds…..T…J…T!

*The car stops at the ramp and Jim and Jason hop out, helping Terina out of the car. As they advance down to the ring, it becomes visible that the two men from TJT are sporting new pants—the ankhs and trim are silver, and the rest of the pants maroon. Everything else is the same, the jewelry and sunglasses of the three gleaming with Jimmy’s and Jason’s huge black leather trench coats trailing behind them and Terina’s new ensemble of shirt, boots and jeans seeming to catching the eye of many an angry, yet mesmerized fan. Upon reaching the ring, Thunder and Jupiter walk to opposite sides of the ring, strike a few poses and slide in, as Terina places herself on the apron. Thunder and Jupiter each grab a hold of one of Terina’s hands, pulling her up and opening up the gap in the ropes for her to climb in. Both give a kiss to the hand they’re holding and scale the turnbuckle, dropping their shades and taunting at the crowd. They drop from the turnbuckles, removing their gear as the lights return to normal and the music dies down.*


It's all about the Pentiums, baby...

*Mike moonwalks out first, but then points to the entryway, and Joel jumps out, doing a belly dance, holding his shirt up for everyone to watch. The two high-five, and begin dancing to the ring, stopping at the bottom. The two hop up to the apron, and slingshot roll into the ring. Joel and Mike dance around the ring a little, while Mike goes to the middle, and hits the Windmill, as Joel dances behind him. The two stop, and throw up the N, before the ref shows them out of the ring.*

*The Nyrds and TJT both surround the ring, as the lights fade to a dark red, and the opening tones of “No Quarter” echo ominously throughout the jam-packed arena. 3 figures rise from the stage amidst a great blanket of fog.*

Finkel: Making their way to the ring accompanied by Alexa King, at a combined weight of 460 pounds, your EWT Tag Team Champions, “Sinnercidal” Jonathan Doe and “Insecticidal” Andy Duke, they are The Cidal Squad.

*With all three teams in the ring, a moment hasn’t passed before the first move is made. Instantly all three teams get into a brawl, the respective valets quickly exiting the ring to avoid the melee between TJT, Cidal Squad and the Nyrds. Thunder and Doe separate, getting to a ring corner away from the assault, throwing blows back and forth. Jason Jupiter staggers out of the fight, leaving Andy Duke to fend off Joel Nelson and Mike Hodgson. With the camera cutting back to Jupiter, he assists Thunder in subduing Doe, the burly, bald man sending his fists out like bombs to defend himself. Despite the punches, Thunder and Jupiter overpower him. Jupiter shifts behind Doe, and Thunder calls out loudly…*

Thunder: …BANK!

*…before superkicking Jonathan Doe into a dragon suplex via the lighter Jason Jupiter, who gets up and stretches his own left arm and shoulder a bit before nodding to Thunder. They approach the ensuing brawl, getting caught in the whirlwind of punches and kicks. It seems the Nyrds have gotten the better of the fight, setting “Insecticidal” Andy Duke in position for a double suplex to the outside. Before they can slam him out, they notice the approaching two and stop their move so not to get teamed. Duke slips out and lands on the apron, and just as Thunder goes for a Thunderbolt on Nelson, Joe ducks, causing Thunder to whoosh past him—and courtesy of Andy Duke pulling down the ropes—launches himself to the outside.*

*Jupiter realizes what just happens, and stops himself mid-charge at Hodgson, only to receive a dropkick that forces him hard down to the mat. Before he can even get up, a recovering Jonathan Doe mounts him, smacking him time and time again with punches to keep him down. Doe gets up and shifts his attention back to the Nyrds, grabbing Nelson to hit him with a Powerbomb, only for Joe Nelson to hurricanrana him down and hit a leg drop. On the other side of things, Andy Duke has overpowered the more agile Mike Hodgson, and with a big suplex, drops him to the outside. With no-one nearby, Jason Jupiter gets up, sliding outside of the ring to retrieve a ladder. Terina aids him in pulling it out, quietly saying something else to him before staring down Alexa King. It seems as though they’re bound to fight, but the camera quickly shifts to Jupiter getting into the ring with the ladder. In a flash, he has it set up, and starts to climb, for the tag titles. Unfortunately for Jason, once again, he finds himself under assailment from Jonathan Doe, who attempts to pull him down by his feet. Jason jumps off, twisting into a crossbody and taking the bigger man down. Just as he goes to climb the ladder again, once more he is pulled by his ankles, causing him to faceplant onto the mat and Doe to go for the ladder, slowly ascending as he shakes the cobwebs from his head.*

*Cutting back outside, Mike and Joel find themselves with an advantage, holding off Duke and Thunder (who are attacking from opposite sides) with a number of kicks, as well as evasive maneuvers. While Thunder has his back turned to the ring, Joel notices Jonathan Doe climbing up the ladder for the belts, rung by rung. Thunder throws a slow punch that Joel catches, armdragging Thunder down and rushing into the ring and up the ladder, making it just in time to prevent Doe from getting the titles. Ascending up, the lighter man hits a surprisingly stiff punch to the jaw that catches Doe off guard. Just as Nelson seems certain to fight him off, he feels a sudden jostle—the ladder is falling down, thanks to a shove from Jupiter—as does Doe, who both are sent tumbling down from the ladder. Fortunately for them, the push was not too hard, and upon impact, they both manage to stagger back up to their feet.*

*Still on the outside, the fight has somehow become more brutal. Jimmy Thunder whips Hodgson into a nearby retaining barrier, and goes over to the announce table to pick himself up a weapon, briskly walking. Before he can, he feels a pull from behind, around the waist. Lifting him up is none other than Andy Duke, who slams him belly-first with a belly-to-back suplex. Duke picks him up by the head, slamming onto the side of the ring, and getting a steel chair to crack on his head. Quickly, Mike Hodgson comes back, springing to the ring apron and hitting a running plancha off the side onto the two of them before Duke can quite complete what he wanted to do. Hodgson reaches under the ring for a while, and pulls out a table, the crowd loudly popping in anticipation at what will happen next.*

*Meanwhile, in the ring, Jason Jupiter has just hit a side backbreaker on Joel Nelson, bringing him down and then running off the ropes—presumably to hit a knee drop—but gets grabbed almost literally out of nowhere by the “Sinnercidal” Jonathan Doe and is roughly powerslammed with a crash. Doe smashes him across the head with a forearm and picks him up to hit a piledriver, the head of Jason Jupiter between his legs. For whatever reason, the move is delayed. But as soon as the camera shows the groaning, shocked grimace on the face of Doe, it becomes painfully obvious that Jupiter has pulled the counter of ultimate desperation: a headbutt straight to the groin. Jason’s “triumph” is short-lived, as Joel Nelson tugs him by his legs right out from under a collapsing Jonathan Doe, and hits him with a DDT, that plants him right on the top of his head, and both Doe and Jupiter have collapsed in heaps.

*The Camera switches to a broader, more overhead shot, to reveal that quite a mass of tables have been set up outside the ring, presumably by either Thunder, Duke, or Hodgson, or maybe a combination of the three. Duke comes into the ring with another ladder, but is immediately dropkicked by Joel Nelson, and is sent back into the corner, and Nelson follows it up with a huge running elbow, hitting him like a speeding bullet. Duke lies face down on the mat. Thunder has made his way into the ring by now, and is about half way up the first ladder, as his team mate Jupiter makes sure that the big man, Doe, doesn’t interfere with the ladder-climbing. But Hodgson is able to sneak up behind Thunder unexpectedly. He grabs him, and power bombs him from about 3 feet from the top of the ladder*

*Duke has now made his way back up, and is bleeding considerably. He tosses Hodgson over the top rope, and hits Jupiter from behind with a back cracker. He has to support himself for a minute on the ladder. Doe gets up and hits Joel with a huge Mafia kick. The Cidal Squad may have just found there opening! Doe tosses Thunder over the top rope, and follows him, and goes straight for Hodgson. The two exchange fists for a while, but Doe is just too powerful, and he is able to send Hodgson to his knees. Doe picks him up in a military press position, and is looking to drop him throat first onto the guardrail. But before he can do that, Thunder chop-blocks his knee from behind, sending him down to the ground. Hodgson is able to land on his feet, and now Thunder and Hodgson start to brawl on the outside of the ring.*

*Meanwhile, back inside the ring, Duke slowly makes his way up the ladder, but the blood loss is taking its effect on him. 10 rungs away, 9 rungs away. We are seeing shades of Crap-A-Mania here. 8 rungs. 7 rungs. Jupiter starts to climb up the other side. 5 rungs. 4.rungs. Each man is about 2 rungs away from the belts now. Both men start to exchange punches near the top of that 15 foot ladder! As each man is hit, it takes them a second to recover their balance. A fall from this height can make one a non-factor in this match, or even worse, end careers. Duke is able to make Jupiter almost loose his balance. Duke is signaling for something. He is getting a maniacal look in his eyes. Oh, we all know what he wants. He grabs Jupiter, and is getting ready….he puts Jupiter’s head between his legs, and climbs to the very top of the ladder… Duke jumps forward, taking Jupiter with him! CIDAL BOMB to the outside through the tables set up earlier!*

*Both of those men should be non-factors through out this match. But it looks like Duke may have gotten the worst of it, as it looks like either a shard of wood or metal from a broken table has lacerated his thigh, and it is not looking pretty. Emergency crews are headed down to the ring, check to see if either man is still alive, let alone able to continue here tonight.*

*Joel looks out, and sees his partner and Thunder still fighting on the outside, and realizes that he is now alone in the ring, and he starts to make is way up the ladder. He makes it about half way up the ladder, when Jonathan Doe comes out of nowhere, now walking with a faint, but still noticeable, limp, chair in hand, and smashes Nelson right in the back, causing him to crumble off the ladder. Doe starts to make his way up the ladder, but much like his tag team partner, his ascent is slow, due to injury experienced during the match.*

*The camera shifts back up the ramp, where both Terina and Alexa have joined their clients. Jupiter is able to get up and walk away, although not at any great pace, from the incident, but medical crews are still bandaging up Duke’s leg. Terina and Alexa lock eyes again, but more than that will lock up, as the two women dive towards each other, and to quote Joey Styles, we have a good old fashioned CAT FIGHT! CAT FIGHT! Jupiter is able to pull Terina off of Alexa, as he heads back to the ring. The medical crews finish up with their make-shift solution to Andy’s injury, a large, bulky bandage that thanks to his wound is already soaked in blood. With the help of Alexa, who now looks disheveled, with what now looks like a visible fat lip, Duke is able to stand, and get back into the ring, with the Cidal Squad and Nyrds entirely in the ring. Thunder regroups with the stunned Jupiter and angry Terina as they huddle together to discuss something. Thunder and Jupiter reach under the ring, pulling out a table and sliding it in, and then looking under again, only to pull out another ladder!*

*Back in the ring, the fight seems to be rather even. Though the Cidal Squad has superior strength and toughness, Mike and Joel have been able to remain nearly untouchable in the fight. Mike goes to climb up the ladder, followed by the ominous Doe on the opposite side. Quickly Thunder and Jupiter slide into the ring. Setting up the ladder parallel to the one in the center of the ring, Thunder helps Jupiter up, getting him to the very top. Suddenly, Thunder does something peculiar. Noticing that he’s going for the ladder Doe and Hodgson are on, the two drop down, and he kicks the ladder to the side, adjusting the other ladder—with Jupiter on it—into the middle of the ring. Just as it seems that Jupiter has the tag titles within his grasp, he comes tumbling down from the shaking ladder, thanks to the efforts of “Insecticidal” Andy Duke, who has fought off Nelson. In an instant, Doe gets to helping Duke up, and just as Thunder turns around from a brawl with Hodgson--*

DING DING DING!

Finkel: Here are your winners, and STILL EWT Tag Team Champions….THE CIDAL SQUAD!

*Thunder’s jaw drops, as does Hodgson’s, the two men realizing what just happened behind their backs. “No Quarter" starts up, and the Cidal Squad hurriedly departs. Just as it seems TJT and the Nyrds are about to attack one another, the camera fades out.*

[Ultimo Chocula]

The crowd is buzzing in anticipation for the next match, whatever it will be. "Cancer" by Filter begins to play, and Dorf makes his way down. Dorf has forgone his usual tights, settling in for the mind set of the match by wearing his street clothes. The crowd gives him a well sized pop, though there's a rash of boos for him as well. Dorf stops mid-ramp, looks among the fans on either sides, and raises both middle fingers, extending his arm to each side as he completes his trek to the ring.
Not long after, "Drunken Butterfly" begins to play, and Davies's theme gets a large sized pop (again, a few boos). The noise dies down however when no one come out at all. The theme still plays, coming to a stop after reaching Kim Gordon's strained chorus. Dorf leans himself against a turnbuckle, grinning from ear to ear when he sees that Davies isn't coming out. Suddenly, "Helter Skelter" by the Beatles begins to play, and Dave walks out, stopping at the top of the ramp to glare down at Dorf.

Dave is wearing his street clothes (as if you didn't expect that), the only change being a headband tied around his um...head, keeping his hair out of his eyes, as it looks like he hadn't washed/cut it for quite a while. Even worse are his eyes, which are bloodshot. He continues making his way down the ramp, sliding in underneath the ropes. Bobby Dempsey attempts to do the match introductions, but Davies pushes him out of the way, and goes eye to eye with Dorf as the bell rings.
Neither man makes a move until Davies rears back and lands a haymaker, jolting Dorf slightly. Dorf comes back with a haymaker of his own, and Davies staggers a little before going eye to eye with Dorf again. The two begin pushing eachother's foreheads against the other, until Davies rears back and headbutts Dorf. Dorf stumbles back to the ropes while Davies staggers a bit, having hurt himself a little. Davies recovers in time to charge forward, trying to clothesline Dorf up and over the ropes. Dorf ducks down at the last second to send Dave sailing over to the outside.

Dorf follows Davies out, and begins digging under the ring for a weapon. He finds it in the form of a trash can lid, and takes it to Davies, bashing him twice over the head, folding the lid almost in half. Davies staggers to the crowd barrier, while Dorf searches for another weapon. Dorf turns around with a chair in his hands, only to have it dropkicked into his face for his troubles. As Dorf falls, the chair lands on top of him. Davies gets a running start, hopping onto the rails, then jumping off, double stomping the chair into Dorf.
Davies is only Dorf like a vulture, pounding down on Dorf's head with his forearm. With each strike, Dave's face grows more grim, and the ref finally tells Dave to back off. Dave gets up, yelling at the ref.

"Its a f***ing hardcore match, butt out!"

Dorf takes this time to recover, crawling into the audience, which parts for him to have some air. Davies looks around to see where Dorf had gone, and follows him in. Dave begins looking around for the nearest weapon, only to find that he can't. So he does the next best thing; he grabs a fan and throws him into Dorf. Dorf falls to the floor, as Davies grabs yet another fan. Setting the fan up for a piledriver, Davies hits it, landing on top of Dorf.
Davies makes the first cover of the match, only getting a two count when Dorf kicks his feet up. Dave gets up, the look in his eye growing worse, and the fans scatter, not willing to play a part as a weapon like the others. Davies grabs a fan's chair, and turns around, getting pulling into a bloodblower by Dorf. Dorf steals the chair, and preys on Davies until his stands, swinging for the fences, catching Dave right in the face.

Now its Dorf's turn to play prowler. Dorf picks Davies up by the hair, and takes his arm, whipping him further into the crowd. The crowd scatters once more, and Dave sails into a slew of chairs, knocking them all over, rolling over the metal seating devices. Davies tries to sit up, clutching at his shoulders and back, trying to stop the pain. Dorf follows up by diving onto Davies, letting loose his own barrage of forearms. Davies comes to life, fighting upwards at Dorf, and the two begin to roll around on the floor, rolling out a door and out of the ring area, into the backstage.
Davies finally manages to get on top, and slams Dorf's head into the floor a couple of times before getting up. Dave sends a couple of jobbers out of the way, and throws a bunch of food off the catering table, before turning around to pull Dorf up. Davies sets up for a powerbomb, but Dorf lifts up, backbody dropping Dave into the table, which crumbles. Dave's hurt, as he grabs for his ribs.

Dorf takes a breather, sitting down on a nearby chair. He then puts his hands underneath the seat, and stands, holding the chair against his bottom, before jumping onto Davies, jamming the leg into Davies' ribs, hurting them further. Dorf then begins dragging Davies through the hall, before Davies comes up, pulling Dorf into a small package. The ref jumps down to count, but Dorf kicks out immediately, and stands up again, kicking down at Dave.
Dorf turns around to look for another weapon, finding a golf club. Dorf turns around to get taclked by Dave, sending them both through another door. Dorf and Dave look up around when they hear screaming; they're in the girl's locker room.

Dave pays the girls no head as he whips Dorf into a locker. He turns around, and rips a bra off one of the girls, whom runs off camera to cover up, and begins choking Dorf with the support device. Dave pulls Dorf around by his new choker, before they fall over one of the benches, landing in front of Oceanic, whom was changing at the time.

"Get...GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

Dave and Dorf scamble to their feet and fight through the locker room, until they're out. Fighting through the backstage area, Dave grabs a bottle of Coke from the soda stand, and slams it over Dorf's head. Dorf goes stumbling, and goes through the curtain, falling down on the ramp. Dave runs through the curtain, and jumps, landing a knee drop on Dorf. The two begin to go out it with a flurry of forearms once more, rolling down the ramp and to the ring. Dorf finds it in him to suplex Dave onto the floor, and begins digging under the ring for something new. Dorf then pulls out a block of C4, which he figured Dave had put there for his own gain.
Dorf pushes the C4 inside the ring, before pulling out a chair, just in case, sliding that in as well. Dorf finally rolls Dave inside the ring, and follows him in. Davies begins to stir, but Dorf silences him with a piledriver, before setting up the C4. Dorf picks Dave up for a powerbomb, but while he's in the air, Dave begins shooting down with his knuckles, and falls to his feet. Dave backs into the ropes, coming off with a flying forearm, which knocks Dorf over (but not on the C4). Dave looks at the C4, and smiles down at Dorf.

Dave makes a throat slicing motion, and picks Dorf up for a piledriver of his own. Dave begins to step over to the C4, but Dorf begins fighting out of it. Finally, Dorf manages to capsize Dave, and they fall over. Dorf gets up, and kicks Dave right in the head, toes first, knocking him senseless. Dorf picks Dave back up, sets up the powerbomb, and finally lands it, and the C4 explodes under Dave, as he screams out in agony.
Dave rolls over, and reveals his burning shirt. The ref jumps on top of Dave, beginning to beat the fire out. Once its out, its revealed that Dave's back is back burned. Dorf pushes the ref out of the way, leaping onto Davies, and begins raking his back with his fingernails, as Dave screams out further. Dorf smiles, and picks Dave up for another powerbomb, turning for the chair. Dorf lifts Davies higher, but Dave suddenly falls back, landing a hurricanrana, sending Dorf rolling.

Dave turns around, sneering at Dorf, fighting through the pain. Dave picks Dorf up, and sets him up for one more piledriver, landing it on the chair. Dave hooks Dorf's leg, and the ref counts. Dorf kicks out at two. Dave pushes the ref away, and picks Dorf back up, setting him up for a Tombstone piledriver this time, landing it on the chair once more. Dave hooks Dorf again, and again only scores a two count. Dave rolls off Dorf, and lays in the middle of the ring, exhausted, as Dorf does the same.
Both men raise to their feet at the same time. Both catch eachother's eyes, immediately running at eachother, trying to lariat the other man. The two recoil, having hit eachother at the same time. The two back up from eachother, and fly at eachother again, only to bounce off eachother's bodies once more. The two back up into the ropes this time, and race at eachother, top speed (or as fast as the two tired men can go) and Dorf swings for a lariat...as Davies ducks it. Dave catches Dorf from behind, and lands a FIERCE Saito Suplex, right on the chair. Dave hooks Dorf's legs, and...Dorf kicks out in the nick of time. Dave forces himself off Dorf and attacks the ref, powerbombing him in the middle of the ring and rolling him out.

Davies begins to shudder, his back dribbling with blood and burned skin, and turns to Dorf. Dave snarls, then leaves the ring, digging for something underneath. He pulls it out, in the form of his old stand-by; a plate-glass table. Sliding it in, Davies follows it, preying on a stirring Dorf. As Dorf begins to rise, Davies begins setting up the table. Unfortunately for Dave, it takes too long, as Dorf finally pulls himself together, and picks up the ever present chair. Dave turns, just in time to have the chair slammed over his head. The back support panel breaks, and the chair hangs around Dave's neck, as Dave falls over.
Dorf leaps on Davies, and uses the chair to strangle Dave, returning the favor from before. Dave's bandana falls off, and forehead begins to trickle blood now, busted wide open there as well. Dorf stops only when Dave doesn't rise immediately, and takes a look at the glass table, sneering at it, before exiting the ring to look for his own private stash, finding it in the form of his old friend, the metal table.

Dorf slides it in, and follows it, setting it up in the corner. Dorf then takes great care to drag Dave over to the tabled corner, and walks to the opposite corner, laying in wait. Davies finally stands, and unfortunately, gets up while facing Dorf. Dorf charges forward, Spearing Dave into the table. As the table is metal, it obviously doesn't break, but it bends due to Dorf's force and speed, Dave crumpled against it. Dave falls, barely moving. Dorf then smiles, before dropping to his knees, and get cocky by pressing his hands down on Dave's chest, barely a pin. The ref counts, and Dorf raises his hand as the victor...only for the new ref to point out that Dave's foot was under the rope. Yet another ref is forced to suffer as Dorf slams him head first into the turnbuckle, and tosses him to the outside.
Dorf is running out of ideas, and as such, he leans himself against the ropes, to catch his breath. He notices Dave beginning to stir, and, in a fit of rage, leaps on him, pounding him with his fists. Dave finds the wherewithall to fight back, and the two begin rolling around again, this time outside of the ring. The two manage to part, and rise, Dave limping to the side of the rails, and reaching over, to pull up a long loop of barbed wire. Quickly improvising, Dave loops it around his fist, and charges Dorf, cracking him right in the head with a huge haymaker, the barbed wire instantly splitting Dorf open. Looking down on Dorf, Dave picks the wire out of his hand, his fingers and knuckles bleeding. Dave takes a quick moment to lick his wounds, and goes to work.

Dave yanks Dorf up by the hair, and rolls him on top of the announcer's table, pounding him in the head a couple of times to keep him still. Dave then rolls into the ring, and does something strange; he begins looping and wrapping his barbed wire around his shoes. Hopping and shuffling, he turns himself to face the outside, and puts his hands on the ropes. Slinging himself up, he springboards outside, and flies onto Dorf, barbed wire double stomping Dorf through the table. Yet another ref has to run down, and, as neither man is moving (Dorf's chest is bleeding, beginning to soak through his shirt) he has no choice but to start a ten count. Dave rolls over slightly, but he isn't moving. The debris from the table has cut Dave's already damaged back up, and the blood flows heavier than ever. Dorf doesn't even look alive.
By some miracle of life, Dorf and Dave begin to rise at eight, making it to their knees at nine, and Dave puts Dorf down with a lariat, and gets up before ten. Dave grabs Dorf, and rolls him inside, and finally collapses from exhaustion on the outside, heaving and puffing, leaving Dorf time to recuperate. Dave is resting with his back turned, which leaves him open to Dorf, as he grabs Dave by the hair and pulls him into the ring. Dorf puts Dave down with a snap suplex, and stands himself up, and takes Dave's glass table into his own hands, setting near a corner.

Dorf pulls Dave to the turnbuckle, slamming his head into the top, and begins climbing himself, pulling Dave up with each step. Dorf turns Dave upside down, as if in a piledriver, and prepares for take-off...but Dave won't comply. Dave wriggles for his life, finally being dropped to the mat, upon where Dave leaps up, and dropkicks Dorf's knees, causing Dorf to crotch himself. Dave walks around the glass table, standing on the other side and looking at Dorf, before he unleashes a huge howling scream. Dave leaps over the table, and climbs up to the top, pulling Dorf up with him. Standing next to Dorf, Dave puts his arm around his neck and chest, and leaps...landing a moonsault belly to belly/top rope C-4, and crash lands through the glass table, sending glass shooting everywhere underneath them. Dave doesn't move, but lands on top of Dorf, staying there. The ref jumps down to make his count, and Dave finally earns his three count, and the Beatles begin to play their haunting tune.

Davies manages to roll off Dorf, his back barely resembling a back anymore. Neither man moves. The Nyrds and Keiko rush out, and slide into the ring, minding the broken glass. The trio pull their mentor to his feet, and he dazedly looks up at them all, a wry and sick smile on his lips. He shakes off their support, and begins staggering and stumbling his way out of the ring, and up the ramp, as his music echoes in the arena.

[Ultimo Chocula]

Lillian: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWT World Heavyweight Championship!

Le Gran Luxe plays as Maelstrom walks out to the arena, the crowd already booing him. Ignoring them and focusing entirely on the ring, he walks down the ramp, prepared to become a second time EWT World Champion.

Lillian: Introducing first, from the Aquarium, weighing in at 287 lbs…he is a former EWT Tri-State Champion and EWT World Champion…MAELSTROM!

Maelstrom climbs onto the ring apron and walks in between the second and third ropes, and raises his arms high in the air, sporting a finger high on each is if to say, “here comes number 2!” Maelstrom’s music stops, and is replaced with H! F00L (http://youtube.com/watch?v=6DpysZtVWB4). Mike Ragnal walks out to an even larger group or jeers as he wears the EWT World title around his waist. Walking down the ramp, he avoids several concession stand beverages along the way, even flipping a fan off.

Lillian: And his opponent…he is a two time EWT Tag Team Champion, two time EWT Tri-State Champion, and the current EWT World Heavyweight Champion….coming in from Scranton, PA, he is the leader of the Cidal Squad…”Elementalcidal”…MIKE! RAGNAAAAAAAAAAL!

As Mike gets to the bottom of the ramp, he leaps on top of the ring apron, and just as it was done with Bobby Lashley and Brock Lesnar, four lightning bolts shoot out of the ringposts. Mike then climbs into the ring, and takes the World title off of his waist, handing it to the referee. The ref holds the belt up high for the audience to view, and then hands it to an outside ring member. He signals for the bell, and the match begins.

Mike and Maelstrom begin by having a staredown that lasts almost a minute before Mike holds an arm out to signal a test of strength. Maelstrom brings his arm out to meet with Ragnal’s, and then they lock with the other arms as well. At first it seems both men are practically equal, but Maelstrom looks to get the advantage by forcing Ragnal towards the ground. Maelstrom’s able to get so far as to place his shoulders into the mat for a pin.

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Ragnal is able to extend his leg up high and into Maelstrom’s gut, forcing him to break the hold he has on him. As Maelstrom grabs his stomach, Mike rolls under his legs and behind him, locking the water giant into a Full Nelson. Ragnal does his best to hold Maelstrom back, but he doesn’t have much advantage over the giant. Maelstrom is able to go to the ropes and place his leg onto the outside apron, causing a ropebreak. Mike releases before the ref counts to four. The monstrous Maelstrom gets his leg back inside and turns to the World Champion, who kicks Maelstrom in the midsection and attempts a gutwrench DDT…but Maelstrom’s too heavy to pick up! Maelstrom takes this time to back body drop Ragnal into the ring canvas, then kick him in the gut a few times. Maelstrom picks Ragnal up by the hair and throws him into a corner, and then forces his shoulder into Ragnal’s chest several times. Maelstrom then grabs Ragnal into a suplex position, stalling for a good ten seconds as the crowd counts along…and then connects with the Orange Crush! Maelstrom goes to pin.

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Ragnal kicks out. Maelstrom picks the former Master of Elemental Disaster up to his feet and picks him up onto his shoulder, possibly looking for a body slam, but Ragnal slips behind him and locks a sleeper hold as best he can. Maelstrom is still able to get to the ropes, grabbing a hold of the top ropes. Ragnal takes the sleeper off at four, then locks his arms around Maelstrom’s waist to attempt a German Suplex, but Maelstrom is still holding onto the top rope, and keeps his grip as Mike’s arms slip off of Maelstrom, and he rolls back, eventually getting back on his feet. Ragnal charges at Maelstrom next, only to be met with a strong lariat to the face! Maelstrom whips his hair out of his face, smiling as the crowd boos him continuously. He turns his attention back to Ragnal, grabbing him by the hair, but Ragnal cathes him off guard and swings his leg underneath Maelstrom, knocking him to the ground. Ragnal then grabs the behemoth’s leg and twists it for a spinning toe hold. Ragnal continues this for a while, but then hears the ref count all of a sudden. He lets go as the ref counts to four, and sees that Maelstrom had grabbed the bottom rope. Not even realizing he was near the ropes, Ragnal kicks at the apron, pissed off. With no other choice, he climbs onto the top rope, and rather than go for a High Voltage, he leaps off, stomping both feet into Maelstrom’s stomach! Ragnal goes to pin!

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Maelstrom gets a shoulder up. Ragnal gets to his feet and runs to the ropes, hitting a senton splash atop the water giant. Ragnal goes for another pin.

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Maelstrom kicks out. Ragnal kicks at Maelstrom repeatedly, and then forces a side headlock onto him. In the few minutes Maelstrom is in the hold, Ragnal knees him in the back, causing more damage and a more hopeful chance of tapout. Soon, though, Maelstrom eventually gets back to his feet, and elbows Ragnal in the gut until he releases the headlock. Maelstrom then grabs Ragnal by the throat for a chokeslam, but Ragnal slips out as he’s brought off the ground, forcing Maelstrom down for a Crossface. This doesn’t last long, though, as Maelstrom gets back to his feet and runs backwards into a corner, forcing Ragnal off him and onto the ground. Maelstrom then drops his knee into Mike’s face, and then hooks the leg to pin.

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Ragnal kicks out! Maelstrom looks surprised by this, and out of frustration, mounts himself atop the World Champion, throwing fists left and right into his face. He soon lets up, and picks Mike up to his feet, then runs to the ropes, hitting a running neckbreaker! Maelstrom goes to pin!

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Another kickout from Mike! Maelstrom picks Ragnal up and places him on his shoulder for a body slam…and hits! Maelstrom goes for another pin!

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Ragnal gets a shoulder up! Maelstrom, upset, grabs Ragnal by the head again, only for Mike to shove him into the ropes. As Maelstrom comes back, Mike leaps up, and legdrops Maelstrom back into the ropes. Maelstrom bounces back again, and Ragnal hits a clothesline that barely knocks the giant to his feet. With no other option, Ragnal leaps into the air, and hits an enziguri! Mike the drops a leg to pin!

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Maelstrom gets his shoulder up! Mike, infuriated, decides to end it. Since he can’t lift Maelstrom up for a Ragnalrok, he goes to the only other way possible…he climbs the ropes…and leaps off for a High Voltage…but Maelstrom gets his knees up in time! Ragnal’s back connects with the knees, and he grabs his back in pain! Both men are now trying to get to their feet.

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Both men are not up, and they charge at one another, both hitting a clothesline to the other. They’re both now back on the canvas, trying to get to their feet.

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They’re back on their feet again, and rather than trying another clothesline, they begin to chop one another’s chests, Maelstrom’s being more powerful than Ragnal’s. Eventually the chops turn to fists, Maelstrom’s eventually punching Ragnal to the ground. Maelstrom smiles sinisterly, and picks Mike up by the throat. He then raises Ragnal into the air…CHOKESLAM! Maelstrom goes to pin!




…………..Eventually, it becomes clear the ref isn’t counting. Trying to figure out why this is, Maelstrom gets to his feet, and sees why.

The ref is trying to keep Ratings out of the ring.

As the ref and Ratings argue, Maelstrom shoves the ref back, and tells him to “Kepp your goddamn eyes on the goddamn match, not the goddamn peasants!” Ratings then takes a swing at Maelstrom, causing…well, almost no damage. Maelstrom then turns his attention to Ratings, a stone cold look in his eyes. Ratings, unsure what to do next, gets no time to think over options, as Maelstrom lariats Ratings off the apron, and onto the ground. Satisifed with taking out the interference, Maelstrom turns his attention back to Ragnal, who’s on his feet and charging at him. Ragnal leaps onto Maelstrom’s shoulders and goes for a hurracanrana, but Maelstrom shifts his body weigh upwards and spins in place for the WHIRLPOOL…NO! Ragnal rolls over Maelstrom’s shoulders and gets a Sunset Flip roll-up! As the ref counts, Ragnal grabs the middle rope with both hands, hoping to help him get the pin!

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The bell rings, and Mike slides out of the ring quickly, on his knees outside the ring. The ref comes over as Mike gets to his feet, handing him his EWT World championship. As we see Ragnal walk up the ramp, both arms raised high as he smiles over his victory.

Maelstrom chases Ratings to the parking lot where Ratings makes his escape by jumping into a silver limousine that quickly departs and leaves the pissed off Maelstrom in it's dust.

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