Miami Arena, Promoter Scott Malec
(The cameras focus in at a table in the back of the Miami Arena where FWF President Joe Lebron, Vice President Scott Malec, and Lord Dread are seated. They are engaged in conversation) JOE LEBRON: "Scott, this is ridiculous, why are you doing this? You're only asking to get hurt again! Look at your head for pete's sake, you still have it bandaged from that chair shot!"
SCOTT MALEC: "Joe, you know that I can take care of myself, the only reason I took that chair from Nevada is because I was blindsided. He wanted to prove a point and the point was taken. Let me just go out there and settle this like a man. I'm not going to resort to fines and suspension, especially since he's our champion!"
LORD DREAD: "Be careful Scott, Nevada is exactly as he says he is, a serpent waiting to strike. I know this firsthand. I will do my best to ensure that no one interferes in the discussion. I have placed the Warlords at your disposal."
S.M.: "Thanks Dread, just have them watch the locker room entrance, OK?"
L.D.: "As you wish."
J.L.: I still don't want you to do this. This is crazy."
S.M.: "My mind is made up, Joe. Come on, we got a show to run."
(All three men get up and walk to their skybox. CUT-TO: The inside of the Miami Arena. CUE-UP: "Descent" by Fear Factory. The crowd goes berserk as the music blasts and the camera pans the sweat drenched fans. Some of the more animated fans are shown including a well-endowed young lady in a black tank top holding a sign that reads "MATTHEWS 4:69". The camera switches to the announcers table, where the venerable announcing team of Tony Ross, Victor Alvarez, and Jake Shades sits)
TONY ROSS: "Welcome FWF fans, to a new home and a new beginning for the Frontier Wrestling Federation! As you can see, we are no longer affilitaed with ESPN2, especially after last week's fiasco in which half the show was blacked out! But we've found a new home here on Fox Sports America, and tonight, a new era begins! But with change comes turmoil, isn't that right, Vic?"
VICTOR ALVAREZ: "Yes, there have been many firings, hirings, and dissapearances! I can't get into the hirings and firings right now, but the Kindred has vanished! Nobody knows where they are so we will have a match to determine a new Cable TV Champion since Noble Kale is not here to defend it! Former National Champion Billy Matthews will face his stablemate "Rage o' Fire" Jared Wells for the upheld title!"
T.R.: "And Degeneration XxX is showing major signs of disintegrating! Billy Matthews has basically terminated his membership!"
J.S.: "It's about time, those rip-off artists were making me sick! I'm tired of all the crotch chopping and all that other stupidity!"
T.R.: "And you don't do any stupid things, right Shades?"
J.S.: "Hell no!"
T.R.: "You did some real stupid things on the last show!"
J.S.: "Let's not get into that!"
V.A.: "Also, in our main event, Frontier Champion Wayne Roberts will defend his title against Big Rodge in a throw in the towel match! Amber will second Rodge to the ring and Billy Matthews will accompany Wayne Roberts! If one of the seconds throws in the towel, that is it!"
T.R.: "Could this be a formation of a new alliance between Wayne Roberts and Billy Matthews?"
J.S.: "Who cares!? They both suck!"
T.R.: "Thanks for your thoughtful insights, Jake! We also recieved word before we went on the air that we will be having the finals of an international tournament here tonight in Miami!"
V.A.: "I am very curious as to who is involved in that!"
T.R.: "Also tonight, Co-Owner Scott Malec is going to have a face-to-face talk with FWF National Champion Nevada Smith!"
J.S.: "It looks like Nevada has had a change of heart in the past few weeks and is finally getting back with JC! I hope he tears Malec's still-beating heart out and shows it to the fans!"
T.R.: "And that would take care of your paycheck, you idiot! Well fans, we're gonna take a commercial break and we will be back with the first match!"
(Fade to Commercial)
(The camera comes back from commercial as it pans the ringside fans and then fades to ring announcer Paul Kramer standing at ringside)
PAUL KRAMER: "Ladies and gentlemen, in our first match here tonight in Miami on Fox Sports America, first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 265lbs., RYAN QUEST!!"
(The fans cheer as the very focused newcomer walks to the ring, with long black tights with a silver Q on the backside. He slaps a few hands along the way)
P.K.: "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "Devil's Pie" by D'Angelo) "From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 255lbs., "MR. CHARISMA" WALTER MACDOUGAL!!"
(The cocky and arrogant Macdougal gets some good heel heat as he comes to the ring dressed almost like a pimp with a feather boa and black and gold tights. He mocks the fans as he comes to the ring, and he throws his boa in Quest's face when he enters the ring)
TONY ROSS: "Here is our first look at some very talented newcomers here in the FWF! Ryan Quest and "Mr. Charisma" Walter Macdougal come here with some heavy credentials!"
JAKE SHADES: "Macdougal is what every wrestler in the world should be like! Cocky, and very sure of himself, and he doesn't give two craps about these idiot fans! He's gonna kill this Quest clown, what kind of name is Ryan Quest anyway? It sounds like a cheesy video game that these pimple faced morons in the stands would play!"
VICTOR ALVAREZ.: "Ryan Quest is said to have all the tools to make it in pro wrestling, I like his style!"
J.S.: "I thought you didn't kiss anybody's ass but Goldwire's you shill!"
T.R.: "Quest is not fazed by Macdougal's antics in the ring and we are set to go in our first match! Macdougal is strutting around the ring, taunting the fans, as the young star Ryan Quest calmly looks on! Macdougal starts getting on a rather overweight fan at ringside, and he gives Macdougal the finger salute! Quest wants to get this started!"
V.A.: "Quest needs to learn right away about patience, because all Macdougal is doing is suckering him in!"
J.S.: "And the punk took the bait!! Ha ha ha!!"
T.R.: "Quest rushed Macdougal and took a stiff kick right to the face! Macdougal picks him up and slaps him right back down!! How humiliating! Quest gets right back up and assaults Macdougal with some tremendous right hands!! Scoop slam followed by a huge fistdrop and Quest is on fire!! The fans here in Miami love it!"
V.A.: "That ploy certainly backfired on 'Mr. Charisma'!"
J.S.: "Give him time, give him time!"
T.R.: "Is this your new man now that your old buddy is no longer around, Shades?"
J.S.: "Go to hell, Ross! That's a cheap shot and you know it!"
T.R.: "Quest whips Macdougal into the corner and charges in but 'Mr. Charisma' catches him with a big boot, which sends Quest to the mat! Macdougal shakes it off and grabs the legs and applies a step over toe hold, wearing down the knee of Quest! Quest yells out in pain! Macdougal drops an elbow which was very close to a low blow!!"
J.S.: "He hit him the upper thigh, are you blind!? 'Mr. Charisma' doesn't need to cheat!"
T.R.: "And neither did the other guy you shilled for, right?"
J.S.: "SHUT YOUR HOLE!!"
V.A.: "Macdougal is using a wise strategy of keeping Quest off his feet because Quest has explosive upper-body strength!"
T.R.: "You got that right! Macdougal is bending the knee in a very awkward position here, as Quest is trying his best to get to the ropes! He can't make it! Macdougal lets off and launches an assault of kicks to Quest's knees! That is definitely one way to keep someone off their feet! But Quest gets to the ropes and referee Sal Putz gets Macdougal off of him!"
J.S.: "Why is that mental midget touching him!!? Don't these refs learn the lesson the first time!?"
T.R.: "Macdougal shouldn't be going after Quest by the ropes, you know the rules! Quest is able to get to his feet and Macdougal sweeps the legs nicely and Quest almost fell right back on his neck!"
V.A.: "That could have been very dangerous!"
J.S.: "That would have been great!"
T.R.: "I just think it's so great when you wish injuries on other people, Shades, is just shows what a class act you are! Quest is favoring his neck and knees as Macdougal goes to the ropes to offer some choice words to our fans at ringside!"
V.A.: "Macdougal really ought to concentrate on his match here and not these people!"
T.R.: "And Quest is making him pay for it with an axehandle from behind! Macdougal goes headfirst into the turnbuckle and bounces right into a throwaway back suplex!! What a move!! The crowd roars with approval!"
V.A.: "And Macdougal almost snapped HIS neck on that move!"
J.S.: "Oh quit exaggerating you old fool!"
T.R.: "Quest is still hobbling as he pulls Macdougal to his feet and hits him with a samoan drop! A pin!! 1-2-Kickout! Macdougal struggles to his feet only to be chopped right back down! Quest splashes him!! 1-2-No! Quest trying for the quick victory here!"
J.S.: "Yeah, well he's not gonna get it because 'Mr. Charisma' is the real deal, not some punk the FWF pulled off the street to fill the card, like Quest!"
T.R.: "Quest right back on Macdougal with some stomps to the head! He pulls Macdougal up and whips him in! Spinebuster with authority!! Quest staring out at the fans as they cheer but he has to get on him! Quest picks him rigth back up and nails a Russian Leg Sweep and rolls on top of Macdougal!! 1-2-No!! Close!!"
V.A.: "Quest is showing off quite an arsenal here against 'Mr. Charisma'! Very impressive!"
T.R.: "Quest gets him up and hits a standing dropkick! Wow! A snap elbow drop and Quest drags him to his feet again! He whips Macdougal in and ducks down but Macdougal catches him with a snap DDT!!"
V.A.: "This will give time for Macdougal to recover now! He really planted Quest!"
J.S.: "This is the beginning of the end for this puke!"
T.R.: "Macdougal uses the ropes to get to his feet as Quest rolls on the mat in agony! He slowly drags Quest to his feet and hits a nice vertical suplex! He rolls right on top of Quest!! 1-2-kickout! Macdougal thought it was a slow count and now he's arguing with Sal Putz about it! He's screaming in Putz' face! Quest crawls up from behind with a schoolboy rollup!! 1-2-Macdougal reverses it and puts his leg on the rope for leverage!! 1-2-3!! Highway robbery!!"
V.A.: "'Mr. Charisma used the ropes to secure his first victory here in the FWF and Ryan Quest can't believe it!"
T.R.: "And once again, a Shades favorite cheats to win!"
J.S.: "Oh screw off Ross! Macdougal did what he had to do and this patsy became a victim! That's just the first rung!"
T.R.: "And next could be another newcomer, Ryan Kabe, who Macdougal exchanged words with all last week, another developing feud here in the FWF! 'Mr. Charisma' Walter Macdougal secures his first win here in the FWF and fans, we will be back with more action!"
(Fade to Commercial)
(The camera comes back from commercial and pans the wild Miami crowd and focuses on a group of fans with the letters "FWF" painted on their chests. Another fan is shown dressed up like Nevada Smith, cigar and all. Some signs shown include "MATTHEWS FEARS NEVADA", "THE CATPACK SUCKS", and "WHERE IS PCS?" CUT-TO: Paul Kramer in the ring)
PAUL KRAMER: "In our next match, coming to the ring," (CUE-UP: "Counterfeit" by Limp Biskit) "From Champaign, Illinois, weighing in at 265lbs., RICKY KABE!!"
(The crowd boos as Kabe walks slowly to the ring with a look on his face that says, "I am God". He waves his hands as if to part the dirty masses away. He gets to the ring and struts around like a king)
P.K.: "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "The Plan" by NOFX) "From the Cave of Solitude, weighing in at 215lbs., GUY!!"
(Guy comes to the ring wearing black shorts, a purple cape, and a Hawaiian shirt, and the fans have no idea how to react to him)
JAKE SHADES: "Who the hell is this job toy!?"
TONY ROSS: "This is Guy, a very strange and unorthodox newcomer to the FWF!"
J.S.: "Is Malec and Lebron scouring the gutter again for these guys!? Don't tell me the FWF is short on talent again!?"
VICTOR ALVAREZ: "But this Ricky Kabe looks like he has all the tools, with an attitude to go with it! This guy thinks he rules the world!"
J.S.: "And I hope he makes me forget about this clown! Guy, wasn't that one of those teeny bopper idol singers?"
T.R.: "Who knows! Kabe takes one look at Guy and asks for the mic!"
RICKY KABE: "Is THIS the best the FWF can do in Ricky Kabe's first match in the FWF! I dominated the University of Illinois and the Big 10 for 4 years, and now I come to the pros and get fed this garbage! Malec, Lebron, we need to talk!"
T.R.: "With that, Kabe throws the mic right into Guy's face! Wow!! Kabe unleashes a barrage of shots on Guy and doesn't know what hit him!! Huge rights and lefts sends Guy into the corner where Kabe avalanches him! He grabs guy by the hair and runs him head first into the mat! Now he's screaming at the fans! What is he yelling!?"
V.A.: "I think he said 'I want Malec and Lebron out here now!'"
J.S.: "No! He said Malec and Lebron are cheap clowns!"
T.R.: "I don't think I heard that Shades, but I wouldn't doubt it if he said it! Kabe goes right back to the attack with boots to the chest as Guy is crumpled in the corner! Kabe has every possible advantage on him! Guys is showing signs of life as he shakes his head getting to his feet! It's almost comical what he is doing and Kabe rears back and absolutely decks Guy right back to the mat!"
V.A.: "I don't think Guy takes his wrestling very seriously!"
J.S.: "He sure as hell doesn't take his wardrobe seriously, he looks like a gay Magnum P.I. in there!"
T.R.: "Kabe drags Guy to his feet and whips him in and almost decapitates Guy with a clothesline! He drags Guy to his feet and kicks him in the gut, and he follows it up with a double underhook facebuster, he calls it the Counterfeiter! 1-2-3!!"
J.S.: "Hey I thought Vicky was only supposed to know the names of the finishers!"
T.R.: "Well, times they are a-changin'! Kabe secures his debut win here in FWF, and Guy better go back to the drawing board as soon as he can!"
V.A.: "I won't try and gauge Kabe's ability by this match, because his opponent looked to have no ability whatsoever! We'll see what happens in the future!"
T.R.: "Hold everything!! Walter Macdougal has just hit the ring!! He and Kabe are battering each other with rights and lefts!! 'Mr. Charisma' has hit the scene with a fury!"
V.A.: "There is already bad blood between these two and they are ripping into each other! This is a real clash of egos!"
J.S.: "And I don't know who to cheer for!"
T.R.: "I think you were shamelessly plugging Macdougal a little more! The two men trip over Guy's carcass and tumble to the outside where they resume the brawl, and FWF security comes charging to the ring to break this fracas up!"
V.A.: "Two young lions are fighting for territory right here in the FWF!"
J.S.: "And Victoria's getting ALLLL hot and bothered!"
T.R.: "Oh please Shades! While security restrains Macdougal and Kabe, let's take a break!"
(The camera switches to the back and a loud motorcycle roar is heard. Nevada Smith flies up the Miami Arena ramp on his huge Harley Fatboy and almost takes out a few FWF employees on the way in. He slams the kickstand down, chomping on a Havana Empress, with the FWF National belt wrapped and buckled around his right shoulder. Several wrestling reporters surround him questioning him about JC, the NEH, and Scott Malec. Nevada pushes right through them)
NEVADA SMITH: "Get the hell out of my way ya damn parasites! I ain't got time to deal with ya!"
(The camera follows Nevada to a dressing room where he slams the door in the camera man's face. Fade to commercial)
(The camera comes back from commercial and focuses in on Paul Kramer in the ring) PAUL KRAMER: "Fans, let's give a big Miami welcome to our special guest, ALISTER HAYZE!!"
(The crowd pops as "One Vision" by Queen cues up. The lights in the arena change color as Hayze struts out to the entranceway. He high fives several fans and rolls into the ring. Kramer hands him the mic)
ALISTER HAYZE: "(mock evangelist voice) Friends....we are gathered here today, in this Church of 901, to discuss the evils of the world. It seems there is an awful lot of corruption in this part of God's green earth, and we need to set it right. We need to teach the children the power of 901. Can I get an amen? (Crowd: 'Amen!!') Thank you. Like I was saying...this place has gotten out of hand. I've gone over the roster, I've looked at every name, and I've come to the conclusion that everyone here needs their asses kicked. From the NEH, to D-XxX, just anyone. They're all jerks, and I've decided to teach them just who the top dog is. The king of the ring. The uncrowned champion on the world! (crowd pops) So I'm declaring war on the FWF. That's right, I'm issuing a challenge right here and now to any and all wrestlers back there. If any one of you has the balls to get out here and put yourself on the line against me, I suggest you do it now, because there's a problem a lot of people who want to get their hands on me."
(CUE-UP: "Nookie" by Limp Biskit. Out comes Hacker wearing a pair of jeans and a white "Bill Gates is God" t-shirt. He calmly walks to the ring and enters. He waits until the music stops and grabs a mic out of his back pocket)
HACKER: "Well, Hayze. You wanted a match against anyone...heck I have no one to wrestle tonight so I have no problem pinning your shoulders to the mat. You claim you are the best wrestler out of Memphis. (looks him over) Funny, the last time I saw Jerry Lawler he was wearing a crown. So how about it Hayze, you can talk the talk but can you walk the walk?"
A.H.: "I can walk the walk, talk the talk, and kick the butt when necessary Hacker. I have to admit, you weren't what I had in mind, but if you insist...(nails him with the mic)....Let's get it on!!"
TONY ROSS: "Holy smokes!! We got an imprromptu match here!! Hacker has just come down and challenged Alister Hayze! Neither man was scheduled to wrestle tonight!"
VICTOR ALVAREZ: "Hacker showed a lot of guts coming out here like this! Hayze is by no means a pushover!"
JAKE SHADES: "Hacker better show this pot-smoking putz how things operate in the real world! Hayze hasn't showered for days!"
T.R.: "Shades is obviously referring to Hayze's nomad lifestyle, but he looks pretty clean to me! Hayze is in control here after drilling Hacker with the microphone! He has a side headlock on and Hacker pushes him off! Hayze comes off the ropes with a shoulderblock! Down goes Hacker! Hayze comes off the ropes and Hacker is up in time to arm drag him! Hayze gets up slowly and points to his head as if angry at himself!"
V.A.: "Hayze may still be upset over his loss to the veteran Henry Goldwire, a match that he felt he should have won!"
J.S.: "And I bet you were as thrilled as a pig in manure after that, after all, Goldwire has had intimate relations with you! Where is that jerk anyway?"
T.R.: "Goldwire has a well-deserved night off Shades, something I wish the FWF would give you! Hayze and Hacker hook up again, and Hacker's "Bill Gates is God" shirt is still on! Hayze pushes Hacker into the corner and Hacker comes right back out with a clothesline! There is a lot of fight in this guy, who we have seen very little of!"
V.A.: "Very little is known about Hacker, other than the fact that he has threatened to sabotage the FWF with his computing skills! Who knows, he may be a valuable tool to JC in his fight against the FWF!"
J.S.: "We'll keep that in mind."
T.R.: "Don't give him any ideas, Vic! Hacker and Hayze lock up again and this time Hacker clamps on a headlock, which Hayze back suplexes right out of! Hayze mocks Hacker and the crowd loves it! Hacker is very animated in his disbelief! Hacker rushes Hayze and is taken down nicely into an armbar! That move was executed in lightning quick succesion!"
V.A.: "People tend to forget what a great pure wrestler Hayze is, people like Shades here concentrate too much on his life outside the ring!"
J.S.: "This guy is a Jerry Garcia loving, weed toking, card-carrying hippie and I'm supposed to not concentrate on his lifestyle? Doesn't the FWF have drug tests!?"
T.R.: "Hayze continues to cinch on that armbar! Oh really, Shades? What about alcohol testing!?" (Ross grabs the cup in front of Shades and sniffs it, almost gagging from the scent) "Good Lord Shades, what do you have in here, Liquid Heat!?"
J.S.: "Stay the hell out of my stuff, Ross! This is an herbal tea I'm drinking to clear my sinuses!"
T.R.: "More like clearing your brain cells! It's amazing what you get away with Shades! I can say that I never worked with an alcoholic before, until now! Hacker gets to his feet and elbows out of the armbar and comes off the ropes with a diving shoulderblock!! Hayze is flattened! Hacker pulls him up by the hair and yells at the crowd before slamming him down! Quick legdrop and a cover!! 1-2-Kickout!"
V.A.: "You're going to have to do a lot more than that to beat Alister Hayze, this man has literally fought on the edge of death!"
T.R.: "Hayze has been involved in some legendary matches, that's for sure! Hacker gets Hayze to his feet and hooks him up in a gutwrench suplex! I wonder if Hacker is as technical a wrestler as he is a computer genius? Hacker slaps on a armlock submission but Hayze is too close to the ropes and Stu Fields breaks it up, and now Hacker is in Fields' face! And Fields' didn't even touch him!"
J.S.: "Fields said that Hacker's mother is ugly and fat!"
T.R.: "Man, that moonshine is really kicking in, isn't Shades? Are you seeing things as well as hearing things?"
J.S.: "I keep hearing voices that tell me to kick your whiny ass!"
T.R.: "In your dreams, Shades! Hacker goes back to Hayze who kicks him in the gut and hits a bulldog!! Hayze pauses to catch his breath and kicks Hacker in the gut before pulling him up! Snap suplex! Nicely done! Hayze drops a big elbow and drags Hacker to his feet, but Hacker rakes the eyes and goes to the ropes to shake off some cobwebs!"
V.A.: "Hacker had better stay on him because you don't give a guy like Hayze a second's break!"
J.S.: "That's OK, because Hayze will probably roll under the ring and smoke the stash he's got hidden there!"
T.R.: "Enough! Worry about your own habit! Hacker kicks Hayze in the knee and hits a double underhook suplex! He follows it quickly with a pin!! 1-2-No! Hacker slaps the mat in frustration and pulls Hayze up, but Hayze grabs him and hits a belly to back suplex!! Wow, where did that come from!!?"
V.A.: "Hayze has plenty of fuel in his reserves!"
J.S.: "I bet his entire van is made entirely out hasheesh, just like Cheech and Chong!! Ha ha ha!"
T.R.: "Real funny! Fans, I apologize for Jake Shades behavior, but I think we are all used to it by now! That beating he took from Malec last show really made him hit the bottle hard!"
J.S.: "I thought we agreed not to talk about that!! Can't you keep a damn promise!!"
T.R.: "Yep, you ARE hearing things! Hayze has Hacker in trouble, and he drills him with a piledriver!! Hayze quickly gets on top of Hacker and applies his Total Oblivion Bodybreaker, his inverted STF!! Hacker is holding out, he won't tap!! Wait, he just did!! Hayze has won this impromptu match!"
V.A.: "Hayze has been looking for some good competition, and Hacker gave him quite a fight, but it wasn't enough to beat this superstar from Memphis!"
J.S.: "Now he can go celebrate in his van with a pound of the wacky tobacki and eat all the Twinkies Miami has to offer! I heard they call him Munchie Man in the locker room! Ha ha ha!! (Shades is now slurring a bit)
T.R.: "Shades, it is apparent that you won't be in any condition to broadcast much longer!"
J.S.: "Shut up and go to commercial!"
T.R.: "Well, Alister Hayze scores another win here in the FWF, and we'll be back with much more FWF action!"
J.S.: "I need a refill!"
(Fade to commercial)
(The camera comes back from commercial, showing the announcers table, where Tony Ross and Victor Alvarez are watching Jake Shades up and arguing with a few fans at ringside. Ross calls for him to come back, but Shades is vehement in his argument)
TONY ROSS: "Fans, while Shades is making a fool of himself with the fans over there, we got word during the break that a video tape was sent to the Miami Arena addressed to the FWF and postmarked from a Boston post office. It was screened in the truck, and they said that we really need to see this! Play it guys!"
(The screen changes to a really grainy camcorder video, and what appears to be Noble Kale, Isz, and Big Hillbilly Ted are sitting on some milk crates in what looks like an old warehouse. They are talking and the words are inaudible)
T.R.: "Look at this, its the Kindred, but where's Helix and Nightshade!? It looks like they are having a meeting or something! Wait, hold on, who is that!? Somebody with a trenchcoat just entered the picture! Holy cow!! The man in the trenchcoat is unloading on the Kindred with a tire iron!! What shots!! He lays all 3 men out and stands above them with the tire iron! Now he's approaching the camera and reaches up and turns it off!! Did you see his face, Vic!!? That was HELIX!! (The crowd is erupting as they watch the video) It appears that Helix has taken out the Kindred!!"
V.A.: "Could that be the reason why the Kindred has not been around!? Has Helix completely taken them out from the inside!? Was that really Helix!? Why would he turn on them!? I have a million questions, Tony!"
T.R.: "As do I! Here comes Shades back, let's break him the news!"
(The camera switches back to the announcers as Shades has difficulty getting into his seat and putting his headset on)
JAKE SHADES: "God damn, ignorant cowards...don't know when to shut the hell up...."
T.R.: "Hey Jake, you just missed something big!"
J.S.: "What?"
T.R.: "Take a look!"
(The video is run again, and the camera stays on Shades as he watches the monitor)
J.S.: "WHAT THE HELL!!??? NOOOOOO!!! NOOOO!!!! It can't be him!! It's an imposter!! Helix is Kindred damnit!! Nooo!!!!"
T.R.: "While Shades cries in his drink, let's take it up to Paul!"
(The camera zooms up to Paul Kramer at mid-ring)
PAUL KRAMER: "In our next match, coming to the ring, from right here in Miami, Florida, JD "THE ACE" ROBERTS AND "HELLSPAWN" DOMINICK ROBERTS!!"
(The crowd cheers as Wayne Roberts' brothers come to the ring slapping hands and high fiving)
P.K.: "And their opponents," (CUE-UP: "Holier Than Thou" by Metallica) "From Pandora Island, at a combined weight of 700lbs., FLATLINER AND KRAVEN!!"
(Flatliner and Kraven emerge from the curtains to a downpour of boos and as they get halfway to the ring, they break into a sprint and assault the Roberts brothers)
TONY ROSS: "Here they are, the most savage, the most brutal, the most intimidating tag team to ever hit the ring! They are tearing the Roberts brothers apart!!"
JAKE SHADES: "This is going to be a complete SLAUGHTER!! Ha ha ha ha!! Go Flats and Krave!!"
VICTOR ALVAREZ: "Look at the way Kraven and Flatliner are almost smiling as they pound on them!"
T.R.: "This is the Roberts brothers first tag team match in the FWF, and they made the fatal mistake of signing to face these guys! Kraven gorilla presses JD and throws him out of the ring!! He lands on the railing neck first!! Oh my God!! What brutality!"
V.A.: "And now, Dominick has to face them alone!!"
J.S.: "Somebody call the morgue, we got a couple stiffs on the way!!"
T.R.: "Kraven grabs Dominick by the neck and throws him across the ring into the corner and Flatliner follows it up with a massive avalanche! Stu Fields is trying to get Flatliner out of there but to no avail! The two Pandorian monsters are doing whatever they want! What a brutal match they had two shows ago against King Krusher and Maelstrom, who actually teamed up to fight off Flatliner and Kraven on the last Battleground!"
J.S.: "And they drove those two apes right out of the FWF!"
T.R.: "Actually, K.K. and Maelstrom were contractually obligated to the IWC, so they had no choice! Flatliner grabs Dominick and powerbombs him through the mat! He pulls him right back up and hits him with the Flatline heart punch!! Good night!! 1-2-3!! Flatliner and Kraven are having a good laugh out of this!!"
V.A.: "What domination! I've never seen a team manhandled like that!"
J.S.: "I thought squash matches were passe? Ha ha ha ha!! Where's the stretcher!"
T.R.: "JD hasn't moved yet as he was flung to the outside brutally by Flatliner! We have a stretcher on the way down to the ring! Both men are in need of medical assistance!"
V.A.: "What is Wayne Roberts thinking in the back!? Not only does he have to face Big Rodge tonight, but Kraven and Flatliner wait in the wings!"
T.R.: "Well, the Miami EMTs are here to take the Roberts brothers to the ambulance! Fans, we have to take a break, we'll be right back!"
(Fade to commercial as the Roberts brothers are loaded onto stretchers)
(The camera comes back from commercial and a scene is shown that looks like a camera looking through a peephole. Otis "The Periscope" Sawyer is up to his old tricks as the FWF's roving cameraman, as he has somehow drilled a hole to look into Nevada Smith's dressing room! Nevada is sitting on a bench talking on a cell phone, with his FWF National belt laying nearby)
NEVADA SMITH: "I'll do what I damn well please and a scrawny runt like you ain't gonna tell me what to do! I'm gonna meet Malec if I feel like it and I don't care if he's gonna pull any tricks on me, cuz they're just gonna backfire! Got it?"
(Nevada hangs up the phone and chugs a bottle of water as the camera switches up to Paul Kramer standing at mid-ring)
PAUL KRAMER: "In our next match, coming to the ring," (CUE-UP: "Greedy Fly" by Bush) "From Unlisted, USA, weight unknown, NIGHTSHADE!!"
(The crowd boos as Nighshade slowly walks to the ring dressed in black from head to toe)
P.K.: "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "Whatever" by Godsmack) "From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 260lbs., he is the Mystery Man, "THE ERADICATOR" TROY MARTINEZ!! He is accompanied by Karen Jewello!"
(The crowd pops in surprise as Martinez walks straight to the ring without looking at anyone, with Jewello at his side in a tight leather outfit)
TONY ROSS: "Well, how about this! This night is just full of surprises! Troy Martinez is making his FWF debut tonight here in Miami! I never guessed it was him!"
VICTOR ALVAREZ: "This man carries quite a reputation with him, he has held numerous titles in the CSWA, AAWC, and WWL! What an acquisition for the FWF!"
JAKE SHADES: "Now all he needs is a personality!"
T.R.: "Nightshade doesn't even look surprised as Martinez enters the ring and the crowd is buzzing about "The Eradicator"'s arrival here! Martinez walks around the ring staring at the fans and the bell rings! Martinez goes on the attack as the beautiful Karen Jewello exits the ring! Nighstshade fights back! Both men are exchanging punches and Martinez gets the advantage with an eye rake! He headbutts Nightshade into the corner and Martinez goes in after him with knees to the gut!"
V.A.: "Not only can Martinez brawl, but he is a great technician too, he has some very good pure wrestling skills which we may see very shortly!"
J.S.: "Which will put everyone to sleep!"
T.R.: "I wonder what Nightshade is thinking about the attack on the Kindred by Helix which we saw on that video a few moments ago! Why wasn't he there? How badly was the Kindred injured?"
J.S.: "I'm tellin' you it was a damn imposter! Helix is Kindred all the way, he's not gonna turn his back!" (Shades starts slurring even more)
T.R.: "Martinez hits Nightshade with a nice belly to back! Martinez drops a couple forearms on Nightshade's forehead and then looks out at Jewello for approval!"
J.S.: "She's no Lady Veronica, but she will do!"
T.R.: "Like you have a chance with either of them, and speaking of Lady Veronica, I wonder what she is thinking right now since Big Rodge has a new valet? We haven't seen her since she got hurt a few shows back!"
J.S.: "I've been nursing her wounds at my place, making sure everything is OK with her! I have the magic touch you know!"
T.R.: "Yeah sure Shades! Martinez pulls him up and whips him in! Big powerslam!! 1-2-Kickout! Nightshade is in all kinds of trouble here!"
V.A.: "Martinez has power, he can brawl, and he knows the sweet science! We could be looking at a future National Champion here!"
J.S.: "Not to mention the broad he drags around with him! Belllch!"
T.R.: "Shades, I think you've had just about enough! Martinez gets Nightshade to his feet but the dark, mysterious Kindred member knife-edges Martinez in the throat to back him off and he levels Martinez with a short clothesline! Nightshade lays on the mat for a while to collect himself! He's up and he drags Martinez to his feet and hooks him up! Front layout suplex! He gets Martinez right back up and hits a nice neckbreaker!"
V.A.: "Not much is known about Nightshade, but we've seen him in the past few weeks and he just keeps getting better and better! He has a familiar style, like I've seen it somewhere before!"
J.S.: "Vicky, you wouldn't know style if it came up behind you, pulled down your pants, and...."
T.R.: "Nightshade is going up top and he smashes Martinez with a double axehandle! Martinez collapses to the mat and Nightshade rolls him up! 1-2-No!! Nightshade hisses at the crowd and drags Martinez up by the hair and whips him in! Big dropkick! Martinez flips over the top rope!"
V.A.: "This is where Martinez is dangerous, Nightshade has got to be careful out there! It looks like Martinez hit hard though!"
T.R.: "Nightshade goes out after him! He leaps from the apron and smashes Martinez over the head who in turn plows into the railing! That really hurt Martinez! Nightshade runs him face first into the steel steps and Martinez flips right over it!"
J.S.: "Now this is what I like to see, people getting run into things! Let's see some blood!!"
V.A.: "Martinez may very well be opened up after that shot!"
T.R.: "Nightshade gets Martinez to his feet and dumps him back into the ring! Nightshade is going up top again! Flying body press!! Martinez catches him, wow!! Implant slam by Martinez!! Martinez rolls off of him!! He's too hurt to cover him!!"
V.A.: "Martinez chose a breather over a pin attempt! He really took a beating out there!"
T.R.: "Martinez staggers to his feet and kicks Nightshade in the ribs! Martinez gets him to his feet as Karen Jewello cheers him on! Side backbreaker! With authority! He pulls Nightshade up and whips him in! What a spinebuster!! Wow!! 1-2-Ohhh!!! So close!! Nightshade showing a lot of energy to kick out of that!"
V.A.: "Nightshade is indeed a very tough wrestler! He can take a serious beating, but both of these men have thrown everything at each other!"
J.S.: "I just wanna see that Karen chick take it all off!"
T.R.: "Keep your sexist comments to yourself you ignorant drunk! Martinez is frustrated as he pulls Nightshade to his feet and whips him in! A running clothesline but both men go over the top from the momentum!! They smack hard on the floor!"
V.A.: "Their energy may be spent here, they might not get up!"
T.R.: "Martinez is a superstar and Nightshade is a future star, so this match means a lot to them! Both men slowly get to their feet and realize that they're right next to each other! Both men start trading punches and kicks! Martinez rams Nightshade headfirst into the ring apron! He tries again but Nightshade blocks and rams Martinez's head into the post!! Ouch!"
V.A.: "Stu Fields is counting in there, they better be paying attention!"
T.R.: "Both men continue to batter each other as they move towards the aisle! I don't think they have any intention of going back to the ring! This is getting out of hand! The bell is ringing! Stu Fields has counted both men out!! They don't care as they just continue to batter each other!"
J.S.: "Kick him, punch him, bite him!! Yeeaahhh!!"
T.R.: "Shades, I think it's time for you to leave the broadcast area, you can't even make a full sentence!"
J.S.: "I know what I'm doing, damnit! Go Marquez!"
T.R.: "That's Martinez you idiot! Well security has come down to break these two men up and I don't think we've seen the last of this fight! That was a physical match!"
V.A.: "Both men know how to take it to you, and they showed it here tonight in Miami!"
T.R.: "Fans, we have to take a break, we'll be back right after this!"
(Fade to commercial)
(The camera comes back from commercial and focuses in on the broadcast table. Jake Shades is shown leaning his head on his hand and elbow on the table and seems to be mumbling to himself)
TONY ROSS: "Fans, we said earlier we are having the Finals of a major international tournament tonight, so let's go to it now! Take it away, Paul!"
PAUL KRAMER: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Finals of the 167th Annual Murphy Brown Invitational Tournament! First, coming to the ring," (Cue-up: "La Bamba" by Los Lobos) "From Tijuana, Mexico, weighing in at 370lbs., BUENO EXCELLENTE!!"
(A grossly overweight Mexican jigolo with his stomach hanging out of his shirt and wearing a lot of jewelry struts out to the ring. The crowd doesn't know what to think)
P.K.: "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "Cemetary Gates" by Pantera) "From Scottsdale, Arizona, weighing in at 235lbs., "THE IKON" ABEL WICKS!!"
(The crowd pops big in surprise as Wicks comes down to the ring with a Pantera shirt on, black pants, and combat boots)
TONY ROSS: "Do you believe this!? Another superstar has made an appearance here in the FWF! "The IKON" Abel Wicks is in the Finals of this tournament, and I have no idea who he is fighting!"
VICTOR ALVAREZ: "Bueno Excellente does not ring a bell with me, Tony, and I know my Mexican wrestling!"
JAKE SHADES: "This guy looks like he's had about 10 too many Burrito Supremes! He looks like Cheech Marin swallowed a medicine ball!"
T.R.: "I don't know what to make of this fans, I have never heard of this tournament in my life, but Abel Wicks is a well-known superstar from the WWWA and he's reduced to this? Is he signed with the FWF? Who knows! The bell rings and here we go! Excellente slaps Wicks in the chest and he goes right down! What the hell!? Excellente nudges him with his boot a few times and Wicks doesn't move! Excellente with a splash!! Wow!! He goes and splashes Wicks again!!"
V.A.: "Is Wicks laying down for this guy!?"
J.S.: "He's gonna go through the mat in about 5 seconds!"
T.R.: "Excellente pulls Wicks up and whips him in!! Ohhh!! He bumps Wicks with his belly and Wicks falls, pulling Excellente with him down!! 1-2......hey the bell rang!! I didn't hear a three count!"
V.A.: "That match couldn't have been more than a minute, what is going on here!?"
J.S.: "I don't know, but Wicks is about to become one with EL Lardass if he doesn't get up!"
P.K.: "Ladies and gentlemen, the time limit has run out, and sudden death overtime has been declared!"
T.R.: "Time Limit!!?? What in the world is going on here!? Wicks kicks Excellente in the back of the head and pins him!! 1-2-3!! Wicks gets the victory in overtime in this dumbfounding match! Where is Wicks going with this!?"
V.A.: "Probably to the looney bin, Tony!"
J.S.: "Leave the jokes to me, old man! bellcch!"
T.R.: "I have had enough of your bodily functions, Shades! Wicks is being handed a belt that is neon purple and glows in the dark. Wicks is saying something to Paul Kramer!"
P.K.: "Fans, I have been informed that "The IKON" Abel Wicks is the new FWF World Heavyweight Champion!!"
T.R.: "What????"
V.A.: "Wicks has gone out and made his own title up! The FWF doesn't have a World Title so he went and made his own! What a nutcase!"
J.S.: "It's a good idea, because his belt is much better than our belt! I think Malec and Lebron got it out of a Kmart vending machine!"
T.R.: "I don't believe this, Abel Wicks is walking away from the ring with his belt high over his head and the fans are voicing their dissapproval! What gall to come in here and stage his own match for his own belt!"
V.A.: "Wicks has always been a strange individual, but this takes the cake!"
J.S.: "Well guys, I gotta go break the seal!"
(Shades gets up from the broadcast table and almost trips over the monitor cord)
T.R.: "Good lord Shades, wherever you go, stay there! Fans, we'll be right back after this message on Fox Sports Chicago!"
(The camera switches to the back and Co-Owner Scott Malec is shown pacing in front of one of the offices. fade to commercial)
(The camera comes back from commercial and does a quick pan of the crowd before focusing on Paul Kramer)
PAUL KRAMER: "Our next match is for the vacated Cable Television Title! The winner will receive the belt! First, coming to the ring," (CUE-UP: "Ghost of Tom Joad" by Rage Against the Machine) "From right here in Miami, Florida, weighing in at 243lbs., "RAGE' O' FIRE" JARED WELLS!! He is accompanied by Sean Edmunds!!"
(The crowd pops with mostly cheers, but some boos can be heard as Wells and Edmunds come to the ring not looking too happy)
P.K.: "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "Unforgiven" by Metallica) "From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 201lbs., BILLY MATTHEWS!!"
(The crowd erupts with cheers as Matthews jogs to ringside slapping hands)
TONY ROSS: "This could be the end of Degeneration XxX right here, and Shades is going to miss it!"
VICTOR ALVAREZ: "Billy Matthews basically said that D-XxX is dead, and officially terminated his short memberhsip with them, and Wells and Edmunds don't look too happy about it! Here we go!"
T.R.: "Matthews and Wells are at mid-ring jawing in each other's faces and you can see the anger in their eyes! The bell rings and they begin pushing each other! Wells kicks Matthews in the stomach and Edmunds jumps up on the apron!! He has something in his hand! Matthews reverses it and Wells collides with Edmunds and that object!! It looks like a billy club!! Matthews rolls Wells up!! 1-2-3!!! Holy cow!! Just like that we have a new Cable TV Champion! Incredible!!"
V.A.: "Edmunds and Wells plan backfired badly, and Matthews is the Cable TV Champion! Here comes Edmunds!!"
T.R.: "Matthews clotheslines him right down and goes up top!! Shooting Star Press!! Wow!! Edmunds is laid out along with Wells and the crowd is loving it!! He leaves the ring with the Cable TV title and what's left of D-XxX is laying in embarassment! Wow!"
V.A.: "Matthews has just taken one step back up to the National Title, and I'm sure he'll make a great Cable TV Champion!"
T.R.: "Fans, we're gonna take a break after that quick match! We'll be back!"
(Fade to commercial)
(The camera comes back from commercial, and Otis Sawyer is at it again, as he is hiding in a trash bin or something like it, peeking a camera out at Nevada Smith, leaning against a wall and talking to his woman Enigma. The words he is saying can't be heard. fade to Paul Kramer at mid-ring)
PAUL KRAMER: "Our next match is for the FWF National Tag team Titles!! First, coming to the ring, the challengers." (CUE-UP: "Dangerous Grounds" by Method Man) "From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 239lbs., RICK FREEMAN!!"
(The crowd mostly cheers as the extremist walks to the ring, without a partner. He rolls into the ring and grabs the mic from Kramer)
RICK FREEMAN: "Hey Cat Pack, my partner didn't have the cajones to show up here in Miami, either that or he's smokin' some chronic somewhere, but I don't care, I'll take you two punks on myself!"
(The crowd roars as Freeman hands the mic back to Kramer)
P.K.: "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "Pretty Fly For a White Guy" by Offspring) "From Kalamazoo, Michigan, at a combined weight of 600lbs., the FWF National Tag team Champions, COPYCAT AND BLACK CAT!!"
(The crowd erupts with boos as the Cat Pack makes their way to the ring, taunting a few people along the way)
TONY ROSS: "Freeman is going solo tonight since JT Holiday is nowhere to be found! What an opportunity for Freeman to win some gold in his first match here in the FWF!"
VICTOR ALVAREZ: "Freeman is fresh out of the XWA, one of the most extreme leagues around, and he's attacking both men!!"
T.R.: "Freeman just dove over the top rope and nailed the tag team champions!! Wow!! He gets up and drags Black Cat into the ring! Big face slam by Freeman! Freeman comes off the ropes with a flying clothesline!! Copycat rolls into the ring and gets assaulted with kicks!!"
V.A.: "Rick Freeman is supercharged with energy here, he's taking on both of the Cat Pack!"
(Just then, a rustling is heard as Jake Shades returns to the broadcast booth)
T.R.: "Where the hell have you been!?"
J.S.: "Nature called, what do you think!?"
T.R.: "Me and Vic have to hold it in until the end, why can't you!?"
J.S.: "Just call the match, jerk!"
T.R.: "Fine! Freeman grabs Black Cat and hits a suplex! Freeman rolls on top!! 1-2-No! Copycat gets up and drills Freeman with a forearm and returns to his corner! Black Cat has time to recover!"
J.S.: "Where is this guy's partner!?"
T.R.: "Well, if you had been where you were supposed to be, you would see what was going on! JT Holiday didn't show up!"
J.S.: "He's probably making a deal with Hayze in the back! Puff puff give, Hayze! Puff puff give!! Ha ha ha!!"
T.R.: "Oh Lord....Black Cat slams Freeman down and comes off the ropes with a forearm! He drags Freeman to his feet and whips him in! Freeman body presses him!! 1-2-Ohh!! So close!! Black Cat throws Freeman off and tags in Copycat! Copycat runs in and gets leveled with a clothesline!"
V.A.: "Freeman looks unbeatable tonight! He's fighting off two of the best wrestlers in the FWF by himself! Incredible!"
J.S.: "Like the Cats are going to put up with this any longer! Ha!"
T.R.: "Freeman hits a splash on Copycat and covers!! 1-2-No! Freeman gets him up and knocks him right back down with a huge right hand! The Cats look like they're in another world tonight! Freeman pulls Copycat up and bulldogs him down! Freeman rolls to the outside!!"
V.A.: "Things are going to start getting extreme here!"
T.R.: "Freeman sets up a table outside!! Here comes Black Cat! Freeman grabs a chair and absolutely clobbers him with it!! Black Cat is down!! Freeman rolls back into the ring and throws Copycat over the top rope! He picks Copycat up and places him on the table!! What is he going to do!! Freeman is going to the top rope!! Oh my God!! An elbowdrop onto Copycat through the table!! The crowd roars its approval!!"
J.S.: "Get up Copycat!! Get up!! (bblleeeeeaaahhhhh)
(Shades proceeds to throw up on the table)
T.R.: "That's just great Shades, look at what you did!! That's what you get! Get somebody out here now!! Damnit!"
(Alvarez has to ditch his headset to escape the vomit spray)
J.S.: "wheeze...wheeze....oh man...." (Shades begins to dry heave)
T.R.: "I don't believe this!! Get this drunk out of here! Somebody clean this up!! Freeman rolls Copycat back into the ring and goes back out and gets the chair he nailed Copycat with! He places it on top of Copycat's face!! He's going up top again!! Legdrop!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!! He legdropped Copycat with a chair on his face!! Listen to this crowd!! This is academic!! 1-2-3!! Rick Freeman has just singlehandedly won the FWF National Tag Team Titles!! Unbelievable! He grabs both belts and jumps up onto the turnbuckles and displays them to the fans with a confident look on his face! This crowd is wild! Here comes the clean up crew for Shades and Vic has his headset back on!"
V.A.: "Well, if it wasn't for this display of drunkenness, I would have enjoyed the moment! What a series of moves by Rick Freeman to win the tag titles himself! Who will he choose as a partner? JT Holiday!?"
T.R.: "Not after he no-showed, that's for sure! Wait a minute! Joe Lebron is coming to ringside! He's coming over here and he's looking at the mess Shades made! He is beet red with anger! Shades can hardly stand up among this mess! Lebron is screaming at him!"
J.S.: "Oh go to hell you cheap bastard, I wouldn't have done this if you had some real liquor around here instead of this cheap swill! Uhhh....whew...whew...whew.."
T.R.: "Lebron is telling security to escort Shades out of here and thank God for that! We have some arena people cleaning up Shades' mess here, and hopefully we can return to some normalcy! Fans. I apologize for this disgusting display, but we'll be back with the face to face meeting between Nevada Smith and Scott Malec!"
(Fade to Commercial)
FWF MIAMI BATTLEGROUND- Nevada Smith-Scott Malec Meeting (The camera comes back from commercial and focuses on Paul Kramer in the ring)
PAUL KRAMER: "Fans, it is now time for the face to face meeting between the champion and the boss! First, coming to the ring, he is the Co-Owner of the FWF, SCOTT MALEC!!"
(The fans cheer as Malec walks to ringside, dressed in a black Armani suit, and seconded by none other than Lady Veronica! She is wearing a blue satin party dress)
TONY ROSS: "Look who's coming to the ring with Malec, it's Lady V!! How about that!!"
P.K.: "And now, from wherever the hell he wants to hail from, weighing in at 265lbs., NEVADA SMITH!!"
(The crowd explodes as Nevada bursts through the curtains on his Harley Fat Boy, wearing a sleeveless black shirt and jeans, with Enigma riding along with him on the back, wearing a white tank top and cutoffs. Nevada slams down the kickstand and climbs into the ring and walks over to where there is a table and two chairs set up)
T.R.: "Nevada is in there with his woman Enigma, and Malec has brought his own companion, Lady Veronica! We were just speculating about her earlier and it looks like she has taken sides with Malec! Both men sit down and it looks like we're ready! Enigma stands behind Nevada, staring right through Lady V, who has her hands on Malec's shoulders!"
SCOTT MALEC: "First of all, Nevada, as you know, I'm not going to fine or suspend you. I was in the line of fire, in a wrestling ring, and I got what i deserved. officials should not be in the ring, even if it is with JC and Jake Shades. I just want to know why you hit me when I never did anything to bother you."
NEVADA SMITH: "Well, Mr. Vice President, I'm gonna be a man and apologize for that right here in front of all these people. I shouldn't have done it, but I did do it fer a reason, and that was ta prove a point. That point is I don't care who is in my way at any time. I will get what I want any way I have ta. You were in the crossfire, Malec. It's a damn bad place to be when I'm around."
S.M.: "And what of this supposed alliance with JC? What is the story behind this? You spent months breaking away from him and now you're showing signs of returning to him? I can't have my champ associated with them."
N.S.: "Hey, I'm not YOUR champ, I'm the champ of the FWF, get it straight. As for JC, what goes on between me and him is none of your business or anybody else's. I never said I was NEH and I never said I wasn't. I don't ask you why you came to the ring with this streetwalker."
S.M.: "Hey now, come on. Where is JC? He hasn't been around to harass us?"
N.S.: "Don't worry about where JC is, all that matters is that JC knows where he is, if he knows what's best for him."
S.M.: "Why so evasive about this? I want to know where the wrestlers stand here in the FWF. This whole NEH situation is very serious."
N.S.: "That's because you and Lebron made it serious. You let these guys waltz right in here and do whatever they please because you were too high and mighty to even worry about it. You DO NOT turn your back on JC or even give him an inch like ya've been doin'. And now you're payin' for it."
S.M.: "And do I expect some more of this from you?"
N.S.: "Just stay out of my way and stay out of my business and you'll do just fine, boss man. Now if you don't mind, me and Enigma got other things to do right now, so I'll see ya around."
(With that, Nevada gets up and he and Enigma leave the ring and roar out on his bike. Malec looks confused as he talks with Lady Veronica and they leave the ring as well)
T.R.: "Well, we didn't get much answered out of that folks, but it looks like Nevada has apologized for hitting Malec with a chair, and the situation has cooled down between them!"
V.A.: "I think it is wise for Malec to stay in Nevada's good graces, because Nevada doesn't care who he hits with a chair!"
T.R.: "I think it's the other way around, Vic, Malec signs the paychecks around here! Fans, we'll be right back with the main event!"
(Fade to Commercial)
(The camera comes back from commercial and focuses on Paul Kramer in the ring) PAUL KRAMER: "Our next match is the Main Event!! It is for the FWF Frontier Title! It is Throw in the Towel Rules! If either wrestler's second throws in the towel, the match ends! First, the challenger, coming to the ring," (CUE-UP: "Holier Than Thou" by Metallica) "From New York City, weighing in at 300lbs., BIG RODGE!! He is seconded by Amber!"
(The crowd boos loudly as Rodge struts to the ring with Amber on his arm. She is holding a towel) "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "The Dope Show" by Marilyn Manson) "From right here in Miami, Florida, weighing in at 287lbs., the FWF Frontier Champion, WAYNE ROBERTS!! He is seconded by Billy Matthews!"
(The crowd roars as Roberts and Matthews come down to the ring together, with Matthews holding a towel. Roberts breaks into a sprint and charges the ring)
TONY ROSS: "Here we go with the main event! Wayne Roberts wasting no time getting to Big Rodge right here in his hometown!!"
VICTOR ALVAREZ: "There is no love lost between these two guys, Roberts and Rodge have been going at it for quite a while!"
T.R.: "Fans, in case you missed it, Jake Shades was ejected from the broadcasters booth due to his unruly behavior and drunkenness, so it's just me and Vic! Please don't cry! Roberts and Rodge are pounding on each other with some huge blows! Roberts sends Rodge into the corner as the crowd responds! Rodge fires back!"
V.A.: "Remember, if Amber or Billy Matthews throws in the towel, this match ends!"
T.R.: "Rodge whips Roberts in and misses a clothesline, Roberts comes off with a flying shoulderblock! Roberts soaks up the cheers and pulls Rodge to his feet and slams the big man down! Amber is beside herself on the outside! Roberts drops a fist right onto Rodge's head and pulls him right back up! He whips Rodge in and hits a flying body press but Rodge catches him! Rodge steps back from the momentum and they flip over the top rope and out!! They hit hard!!"
V.A.: "Rodge showed tremendous strength by catching Roberts, but Roberts had so much momentum Rodge couldn't stop from falling out!"
T.R.: "Both Matthews and Amber are over checking their men, and I have to wonder if this is a beginning of a new alliance for Billy Matthews after leaving D-XxX earlier tonight! Rodge is up first and he pulls Roberts up! Roberts rakes his eyes and tries to whip him into the post but Rodge reverses!! Roberts hits hard!! Rodge catches him on the rebound and ohhhhhh!!!! He pieldrove him on the floor!! Big Rodge just piledrove Roberts on the concrete!!"
V.A.: "We all know how badly Roberts neck was injured from the attacks by the Kindred, and Matthews looks like he doesn't know what to do! He does not know what to do here!"
T.R.: "Hold everything!! Who is this running to ringside!!? Hey!! That's the 'Future' Mike Lane!! Mike Lane has just hit ringside and he grabs Amber!! What is he doing!? Ohhhh nooooooo!!!! He just rammed Amber headfirst into the steel post!! What in the world is he doing!! What a pathetic act!! Amber wasn't doing anything to him!! Rodge goes over and attacks Lane but Lane pulls out a bottle of something! It's mace!! He sprays Rodge in the face and DDTs him on the concrete!! Wow, we got bodies everywhere!!"
V.A.: "Here comes Matthews!! Matthews comes over and is yelling at Lane! He wants to know what is going on!"
T.R.: "And Lane sprays Matthews right in the face with that mace!! Wow!! Matthews is down and in agony!! Lane grabs the towel from Matthews and the towel from Amber and he throws them both down and the bell rings!! This has to be a no contest after this carnage! Lane is standing tall amongst the wreckage as the fans roar in dissapproval!! Mike Lane has hit the FWF with a fury!!"
V.A.: "Mike Lane and Big Rodge had a nasty feud in the old NFWA over the TV Title, and Lane may still have those scars from those battles, and wants to reignite the flames!"
T.R.: "Mike Lane is being pulled away from the ring by security, and there you see this mess! Oh dear Lord, Amber is bleeding profusely! What a disgusting act by a disgusting human being! If this is how Lane wanted to prove himself, he just proved himself a coward by attacking a woman! Fans, we are out of time, so long everybody!"
(Fadeout as the credits roll)